Disclaimer: I didn't do it! Hey... I can hardly read!
Tell me if they're a too many details. Some people say you can't have too many, but maybe I went overboard...
*Child 01*
Hermione Granger was an 11 year-old witch, and a very smart one. She invented things in her bedroom, which she transfigured into a laboratory for all of her studies. She usually kept to herself, though wouldn't say no to a friend or two. If she could get one, that is.
Hermione sat at her Nayru (a large, high-tech computer which she had invented) with her arms cradling her legs, floating on her levitating cushion. She was worried. The voice had said Tokimi would help...
"Tokim - iii !!!" cried Hermione furiously.
She jumped up off her cushion and started to scream out the name in vain. She had lived an entire year of fear, searching endlessly for Tokimi. The one who was supposedly going to help her live a better life! Hermione didn't want to live another second of people hating her and not caring...
Devastated, she yelped and hot tears tarnished her smooth skin; she fell to her knees and broke down completely. Tears, pain... When will it all end?
The sound of glass shattering broke the silence.
An impulsive crash broke the sadness and a loud ringing suddenly filled the dark, misty laboratory. A powerful white beam started to stream out of Hermione's fingertips. The thin radiance coiled up into the oblivion of the darkness as Hermione stared, wide-eyed. The coils of illumination formed numerous cylinders. The edges of the large tanks dimmed till the lab was dark, again, and packed with a curved row of cylinders filled with shimmering water. Curious, Hermione pulled up a levitating cushion, stood on it, floated up to one of the cylinders, and placed her fore-finger in the liquid. The liquid turned from clear, to murky green, then crystal blue. A small, pink sphere took shape in the substance where the finger had touched the water, and a little fetus was visible through the glassy orb. The little orb sank to the bottom of the large tube and thin shards of glass floated up to the surface of the water. The fetus, still protected by a jelly substance, drifted up to the middle of the tank and rested there.
Astounded, Hermione gaped at the minute unborn baby slowly swaying in the water. She then looked at her fingers, searching for an answer, all the while watching the silvery orb concealing the baby.
Hermione closed her eyes, and opened them again. She was wearing high, black, slick boots; a smooth black corset with matching tight pants. The outfit was topped with a cowgirl hat tilted to the side of her head and a long black cape. She walked to the middle of the of the lab, and faced the metallic tanks, smooth and snappy, as though she knew what she was doing.
Knew where she was going...
Placing both palms in front of her, her fingertips started to burn off a misty glow. It formed a cluster of bubbles. Each bubble floated to a tank and penetrated through the glass. The bubbles sank like the first one, and broke, leaving a little fetus in each cylinder. Floating to the pinnacle of the tanks, they nestled in their glossy exteriors, growing gradually into an unknown world.
Without a backward glace, Hermione turned swiftly on her heel, her black cape billowing silently behind her. She was leaving a life of tormenting memories behind, and moving towards a new life of opportunities.
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