Chapter 2- Un-Believing
Disclaimer-Ok, Hermione, Hogwarts, Harry, Granger, and anything else u see and recognize belong to the fabulous and amazing Joann Kathleen Rowling!
"Ling!" Hermione said as she caught up with her friend on her way to the corner grocery.
"What now? You're going to tell me that brooms can fly!" She angrily spun around, "and that that stick in your pocket there" she motioned to my wand, which was sticking out of my pocket, "is your wand! Hermione I may not be quite as smart as you are, Ms. Perfect, but I'm most certainly not dumb!" Ling finished her Black hair glinted red and her green eyes had a fiery glare to them.
"Ling-" Hermione tried again.
"Shut Up, Hermione, My life may not be perfect, you may not know but my parents died when I was one year old," Her voice quivered at this part "My real parents, The Parvalay's took me in as there own. Raised me, I lived in an orphanage for four years until they came and saved me from that-that prison".
"Ling wh-"
In that orphanage everyone thought I was different. Weird things always happened around me! When I was three, two years after I arrived, I was playing with my one and only friend Leslie Parker, when she stopped and I bumped into her, we fell off the stage we where on but a foot from the ground I stopped falling. I was floating in mid air, Leslie broke her arm, and never spoke two me again. She was always known two hold a grudge longer than anyone else." Ling stopped to catch her breath. Hermione was speechless. Why hadn't her friend ever told her this, in the six years they'd known each other?
"Hermione don't you understand, if I go to this, this.school; if it's real, It will only prove them right, I am a freak and always have been. And the Parvalay's, what will they think? Their daughter.the witch, they would be devastated!" She swallowed hard, tears sprang from her eyes, "I couldn't.wouldn't, do that to them" she whispered.
"Lately I've been having these dreams, there's high pitched laughter, then green light and in the darkness, right before the green light I hear a woman's voice, pleading, and the laughter grows stronger." She said so softly that Hermione had to hold her breath and lean in closer. She could once again hear the quiver in Ling's voice.
She reached out and gave her friend a hug, the only thing she could think two do.
Checking for nearby muggles she pulled out her wand and instantly dried off Lings tearstained face.
Ling pushed Hermione back; "I thought I told you, I don't want any thing to do with you and you're.your kind!" she spat angrily.
Hermione took a step back, she hadn't been expecting that and strangely it stung, to have one of her best friends push her back like that.
"Mione" Hermione turned to see her boyfriend and Lings brother, Andrew Parvalay crossing the street. "What's wrong, Ling" he asked seeing the tears streaming down her face.
"She's a Witch" Ling said pointing and accusing finger in Hermione's face. "She, she wants me to go back to that that, place with her!"
"Hogwarts" Hermione whispered, not thinking anyone would hear.
Andrew looked at her before rummaging around in the back pack that he always wore, he pulled out a piece of the thick parchment that Hermione seemed to be seeing more and more often now.
"Did you say Hog-Warts?" he asked.
Hermione nodded uncertainly.
"What kind of trick is this." He laughed.
He thinks its all a joke Hermione realized, he doesn't believe-
"Good one Mione" He said through his laughter.
"I thought I told you not two call me that!" she snapped.
"Someone slept on the wrong side of the bed this mourning" he commented.
"Shut Up" Hermione snapped before she stomped off in the direction of the grocery.
~*~
Joey was sitting re-reading the letter he had gotten yesterday when the phone rang. He dropped the letter on the table and ran to the phone hoping it was his best friend Linri with some new scoop on French teacher Madame Misereia.
"Hello, Granger residents" he said.
"Hi, is Hermione there" the voice on the other line said.
"No, you just missed her" Joey said, "May I ask who's calling," he asked.
"Harry" the voice said.
"You wouldn't happen to be Harry Potter would you?" he asked a grin plastered to his face .
"Yea, just tell her I'll call back later," he said and he hung up before Joey could question him any further.
Joey's grin got even wider if possible, even though he hadn't got to talk to Harry he still had the info that Harry had called and that aught get his sister to do his chores for at least a week.
~*~
Hermione slammed her bedroom door shut, after 30 minutes of trying to get Ling and her brother to believe her, she was fuming.
How dare they laugh she shouted throwing the bag containing her perm at her bed.
"Why wouldn't they believe me" she yelled aloud, 'that's simple' a voice in her head said 'now if you had never heard of Hogwarts. If u had spent your whole life, not believing, fighting against it. Would you believe if you had gotten a letter saying that you had been accepted to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry?' Hermione ignored the voice, even though she knew it was right.
If she had written so many essays, speeches, poems and even a story or two against magic and how bad it was, and even that it did not and never would exist, like Ling had. Would she believe it, if someone told her that she was exactly what she had fought against? She knew. knew she would act just like Ling. She knew deep, down inside, she was just being stubborn, but she wanted to be right. she was always right.
She picked up the phone and dialled Ling's number, it rang a few times before the voice of Mrs. Parvalay and her half American, half English accent filled her ears. Mrs. Parvalay had Long Curly black hair, which framed her perfect face. Mrs. Parvalay had been a model when she was in her early twenties, but now in her early thirties she was still as beautiful as ever. She had been the one who had taught Hermione the uses of makeup.
"Hey Mrs. Parvalay" Hermione said quietly, Ling and her mother where so close. Had she told her.yet?
"Hermione!" Mrs. Parvalay said in her always excited, second soprano voice that voice had been famous when they had lived in New York City in the US. When that voice had been the number one teen Singing star, Leala Riddle "Hogwarts ea." she said, Hermione sensed a bit of nervousness in her voice.
"Yea, actually I was calling to apologize about that" Hermione said sheepish voice.
"No need for that, Hermione. Meet me at The Caltamill Café in a hour, I need to talk to you about something" She said and hung up.
A/N Ok, I know the last chappie was horrible, but thanks 2 Ice, my only reviewer for the last chappi!
5 Reviews= New chappi!_
And thanx to my beta Reader "the fly"
Disclaimer-Ok, Hermione, Hogwarts, Harry, Granger, and anything else u see and recognize belong to the fabulous and amazing Joann Kathleen Rowling!
"Ling!" Hermione said as she caught up with her friend on her way to the corner grocery.
"What now? You're going to tell me that brooms can fly!" She angrily spun around, "and that that stick in your pocket there" she motioned to my wand, which was sticking out of my pocket, "is your wand! Hermione I may not be quite as smart as you are, Ms. Perfect, but I'm most certainly not dumb!" Ling finished her Black hair glinted red and her green eyes had a fiery glare to them.
"Ling-" Hermione tried again.
"Shut Up, Hermione, My life may not be perfect, you may not know but my parents died when I was one year old," Her voice quivered at this part "My real parents, The Parvalay's took me in as there own. Raised me, I lived in an orphanage for four years until they came and saved me from that-that prison".
"Ling wh-"
In that orphanage everyone thought I was different. Weird things always happened around me! When I was three, two years after I arrived, I was playing with my one and only friend Leslie Parker, when she stopped and I bumped into her, we fell off the stage we where on but a foot from the ground I stopped falling. I was floating in mid air, Leslie broke her arm, and never spoke two me again. She was always known two hold a grudge longer than anyone else." Ling stopped to catch her breath. Hermione was speechless. Why hadn't her friend ever told her this, in the six years they'd known each other?
"Hermione don't you understand, if I go to this, this.school; if it's real, It will only prove them right, I am a freak and always have been. And the Parvalay's, what will they think? Their daughter.the witch, they would be devastated!" She swallowed hard, tears sprang from her eyes, "I couldn't.wouldn't, do that to them" she whispered.
"Lately I've been having these dreams, there's high pitched laughter, then green light and in the darkness, right before the green light I hear a woman's voice, pleading, and the laughter grows stronger." She said so softly that Hermione had to hold her breath and lean in closer. She could once again hear the quiver in Ling's voice.
She reached out and gave her friend a hug, the only thing she could think two do.
Checking for nearby muggles she pulled out her wand and instantly dried off Lings tearstained face.
Ling pushed Hermione back; "I thought I told you, I don't want any thing to do with you and you're.your kind!" she spat angrily.
Hermione took a step back, she hadn't been expecting that and strangely it stung, to have one of her best friends push her back like that.
"Mione" Hermione turned to see her boyfriend and Lings brother, Andrew Parvalay crossing the street. "What's wrong, Ling" he asked seeing the tears streaming down her face.
"She's a Witch" Ling said pointing and accusing finger in Hermione's face. "She, she wants me to go back to that that, place with her!"
"Hogwarts" Hermione whispered, not thinking anyone would hear.
Andrew looked at her before rummaging around in the back pack that he always wore, he pulled out a piece of the thick parchment that Hermione seemed to be seeing more and more often now.
"Did you say Hog-Warts?" he asked.
Hermione nodded uncertainly.
"What kind of trick is this." He laughed.
He thinks its all a joke Hermione realized, he doesn't believe-
"Good one Mione" He said through his laughter.
"I thought I told you not two call me that!" she snapped.
"Someone slept on the wrong side of the bed this mourning" he commented.
"Shut Up" Hermione snapped before she stomped off in the direction of the grocery.
~*~
Joey was sitting re-reading the letter he had gotten yesterday when the phone rang. He dropped the letter on the table and ran to the phone hoping it was his best friend Linri with some new scoop on French teacher Madame Misereia.
"Hello, Granger residents" he said.
"Hi, is Hermione there" the voice on the other line said.
"No, you just missed her" Joey said, "May I ask who's calling," he asked.
"Harry" the voice said.
"You wouldn't happen to be Harry Potter would you?" he asked a grin plastered to his face .
"Yea, just tell her I'll call back later," he said and he hung up before Joey could question him any further.
Joey's grin got even wider if possible, even though he hadn't got to talk to Harry he still had the info that Harry had called and that aught get his sister to do his chores for at least a week.
~*~
Hermione slammed her bedroom door shut, after 30 minutes of trying to get Ling and her brother to believe her, she was fuming.
How dare they laugh she shouted throwing the bag containing her perm at her bed.
"Why wouldn't they believe me" she yelled aloud, 'that's simple' a voice in her head said 'now if you had never heard of Hogwarts. If u had spent your whole life, not believing, fighting against it. Would you believe if you had gotten a letter saying that you had been accepted to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry?' Hermione ignored the voice, even though she knew it was right.
If she had written so many essays, speeches, poems and even a story or two against magic and how bad it was, and even that it did not and never would exist, like Ling had. Would she believe it, if someone told her that she was exactly what she had fought against? She knew. knew she would act just like Ling. She knew deep, down inside, she was just being stubborn, but she wanted to be right. she was always right.
She picked up the phone and dialled Ling's number, it rang a few times before the voice of Mrs. Parvalay and her half American, half English accent filled her ears. Mrs. Parvalay had Long Curly black hair, which framed her perfect face. Mrs. Parvalay had been a model when she was in her early twenties, but now in her early thirties she was still as beautiful as ever. She had been the one who had taught Hermione the uses of makeup.
"Hey Mrs. Parvalay" Hermione said quietly, Ling and her mother where so close. Had she told her.yet?
"Hermione!" Mrs. Parvalay said in her always excited, second soprano voice that voice had been famous when they had lived in New York City in the US. When that voice had been the number one teen Singing star, Leala Riddle "Hogwarts ea." she said, Hermione sensed a bit of nervousness in her voice.
"Yea, actually I was calling to apologize about that" Hermione said sheepish voice.
"No need for that, Hermione. Meet me at The Caltamill Café in a hour, I need to talk to you about something" She said and hung up.
A/N Ok, I know the last chappie was horrible, but thanks 2 Ice, my only reviewer for the last chappi!
5 Reviews= New chappi!_
And thanx to my beta Reader "the fly"