Hermione just stared at her headmaster.
"What?" She said softly. She must have heard him wrong. This couldn't be true.
"I'm sorry Hermione," said Dumbledore.
"But... why?" Hermione asked, trembling all over.
"Because you are really good friends with Harry," the headmaster said. "He would do everything to cause him and everyone around him pain. I am sure that with killing your parents he tried to make you do something to yourself."
Hermione stood up, still shaking. Without another word she ran to the door and pushed Draco out of the way. As fast as she could she ran down the stairs, not stopping when she passed the stone gargoyle. She stopped when she stopped when she was in front of the secret room, in the dungeons. With her heart pounding faster than ever, she fell on the green couch.
All her pain got free and she broke out in tears and couldn't stop.
She didn't know how long she lay there, thinking of her parents. Hermione had always lover her parents. She always listened to her parents and never yelled at them for anything, like some other kids. Hermione's parents were always so supportive. When they found out she was a witch and Hermione wanted to got to Hogwarts, they let her go there, even though they had never believed in magic before. They took her to Diagon Alley. She could still remember that day. Her mother watched all those things with magic in them with her big, brown eyes. Hermione wanted to go to the bookshop immediately that day, but they had to change money first.
Hermione now believed it. Voldemort had killed her parents. It was all her fault! If it wasn't for Hermione...
No, it wasn't Hermione's fault! It was Harry's...Harry was the one Voldemort hated, not Hermione!
Hermione dried her tears and pulled out her wand. She tapped it on the glass and walked out of the secret room, walking to the stairs, that lead to the big staircase near the Great Hall.
Only one thought was racing through her mind. 'It's all Harry's fault!' and she could stop herself. It almost felt like her body was out of control and that an evil Hermione was taking over.
~*~*~
She walked into the common room. It was ten o'clock and Harry and Ron sat there, playing chess. Hermione walked to them. Not many people were in the common room. Many of them were in breakfast because they woke up late.
She looked terrible. Her eyes and nose were red and her clothes wrinkled.
"Hey, Hermione," Ron said, what seemed in the distance for her. "What's wrong?"
Hermione didn't notice the worried face of her friend. She could only see Harry, who was once her friend. He had killed her parents.
No! That wasn't a right thought! Voldemort killed her parents, not Harry.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked, his beautiful green eyes full of concern.
"You!" She screamed. "It's all your fault!"
"What?" Harry asked confused. He stood up, looking a bit scared.
"Hermione, calm down," said Ron, who put his hand on her shoulder.
Hermione grasped for his hand and squeezed it as hard as she could. She heard Ron scream and pull his hand away in pain.
Without thinking of it, Hermione grabbed Harry by the neck, with both hands and with all the power she had she pushed him into the air. To her surprise Harry flew with great speed into the air. It was a weird sight. Harry bumped with his back onto the wall, what caused him to fall on the ground.
"Oh, my god! What have I done?" Hermione whispered before she passed out before a spell hit her.
~*~*~
Hermione opened her eyes. She could see a few people around her. Suddenly she remembered what she had done to Harry.
Hermione tried to stand up. She had to tell Harry she was sorry and that she was just really sad and angry. She felt hands on her shoulders, trying to push her back into bed. She could see the faces clearly now. It was Harry and Ron. She let herself fall on the bed. She was in the hospital wing.
"Hermione," said Ron softly, "you'll be fine. It's alright."
"Harry!" Said Hermione weakly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
"It's alright," said Harry friendly. "Dumbledore told us about your parents."
Hermione felt tears in her eyes again. Harry bend over and hugged her. Hermione put her arms around his neck and hugged him back. She didn't want to let him go.
Hermione let him go, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.
Ron smiled at her weakly. "I never knew you were so strong. Harry almost broke his neck of that fall. Madame Pomfrey healed him in minutes, though. A seventh year hit you with a curse when she saw you beating Harry. We took you here."
Hermione just looked at her friends, with tears in her eyes.
"I think she wants to be alone," whispered Harry to Ron.
Ron nodded. He bend over and gave her a quick hug. He had never hugged her before.
They left the hospital wing, closing the door softly behind them. Madame Pomfrey came in.
"It's a miracle," she whispered to herself. "For the first time they left without me kicking them out."
Hermione whipped her tears away. Her parents were gone. It wasn't Harry's fault, Hermione knew that all the time. But she wanted to give the fault to somebody but herself. Harry never wanted anybody to be hurt.
After a couple of minutes somebody came in. Hermione didn't take the time to look who it was. She was just staring at the ceiling, thinking about the death of her parents. She wouldn't let Voldemort win. She was going to be strong. Her studies would continue just like normal. She couldn't miss too much of the lessons.
Now she was really mad at herself. Her parents just died and the only thing she could think about was school!
"How are you?"
Hermione looked at the boy next to her bed.
"Just fine," said Hermione. Draco gave her a weak smile.
"I know you're not," he said. "But we have to begin our special lessons. I talked to Professor Dumbledore and he told me what happened. It wasn't your fault for what happened. It was because of the new emotions you have because of those new powers. Anger makes you really strong, doesn't it?"
"I had noticed that," said Hermione.
"I'm sure we'll be a big help if we work together," said Draco.
"Since when do you want to work with mo so eagerly?"
"I don't want to, but I will revenge my father and I will get my mother back. That's all I want to do."
She could have known. Draco didn't give a damn about the rest of the world, just about himself.
Deep down she knew that wasn't true.
"Tomorrow after dinner we have to go to the charms classroom," said Malfoy, standing up from the other bed he sat on all the time.
"Ok," Hermione said.
"Bye," he said.
Draco walked to the door and closed it behind him.
All Hermione could think about now was to Kill Voldemort. She felt a rage she had never felt before and she knew it wasn't a good thing.
~*~*~
This must be very vague at the moment, but I think it will be better later.
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"What?" She said softly. She must have heard him wrong. This couldn't be true.
"I'm sorry Hermione," said Dumbledore.
"But... why?" Hermione asked, trembling all over.
"Because you are really good friends with Harry," the headmaster said. "He would do everything to cause him and everyone around him pain. I am sure that with killing your parents he tried to make you do something to yourself."
Hermione stood up, still shaking. Without another word she ran to the door and pushed Draco out of the way. As fast as she could she ran down the stairs, not stopping when she passed the stone gargoyle. She stopped when she stopped when she was in front of the secret room, in the dungeons. With her heart pounding faster than ever, she fell on the green couch.
All her pain got free and she broke out in tears and couldn't stop.
She didn't know how long she lay there, thinking of her parents. Hermione had always lover her parents. She always listened to her parents and never yelled at them for anything, like some other kids. Hermione's parents were always so supportive. When they found out she was a witch and Hermione wanted to got to Hogwarts, they let her go there, even though they had never believed in magic before. They took her to Diagon Alley. She could still remember that day. Her mother watched all those things with magic in them with her big, brown eyes. Hermione wanted to go to the bookshop immediately that day, but they had to change money first.
Hermione now believed it. Voldemort had killed her parents. It was all her fault! If it wasn't for Hermione...
No, it wasn't Hermione's fault! It was Harry's...Harry was the one Voldemort hated, not Hermione!
Hermione dried her tears and pulled out her wand. She tapped it on the glass and walked out of the secret room, walking to the stairs, that lead to the big staircase near the Great Hall.
Only one thought was racing through her mind. 'It's all Harry's fault!' and she could stop herself. It almost felt like her body was out of control and that an evil Hermione was taking over.
~*~*~
She walked into the common room. It was ten o'clock and Harry and Ron sat there, playing chess. Hermione walked to them. Not many people were in the common room. Many of them were in breakfast because they woke up late.
She looked terrible. Her eyes and nose were red and her clothes wrinkled.
"Hey, Hermione," Ron said, what seemed in the distance for her. "What's wrong?"
Hermione didn't notice the worried face of her friend. She could only see Harry, who was once her friend. He had killed her parents.
No! That wasn't a right thought! Voldemort killed her parents, not Harry.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked, his beautiful green eyes full of concern.
"You!" She screamed. "It's all your fault!"
"What?" Harry asked confused. He stood up, looking a bit scared.
"Hermione, calm down," said Ron, who put his hand on her shoulder.
Hermione grasped for his hand and squeezed it as hard as she could. She heard Ron scream and pull his hand away in pain.
Without thinking of it, Hermione grabbed Harry by the neck, with both hands and with all the power she had she pushed him into the air. To her surprise Harry flew with great speed into the air. It was a weird sight. Harry bumped with his back onto the wall, what caused him to fall on the ground.
"Oh, my god! What have I done?" Hermione whispered before she passed out before a spell hit her.
~*~*~
Hermione opened her eyes. She could see a few people around her. Suddenly she remembered what she had done to Harry.
Hermione tried to stand up. She had to tell Harry she was sorry and that she was just really sad and angry. She felt hands on her shoulders, trying to push her back into bed. She could see the faces clearly now. It was Harry and Ron. She let herself fall on the bed. She was in the hospital wing.
"Hermione," said Ron softly, "you'll be fine. It's alright."
"Harry!" Said Hermione weakly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
"It's alright," said Harry friendly. "Dumbledore told us about your parents."
Hermione felt tears in her eyes again. Harry bend over and hugged her. Hermione put her arms around his neck and hugged him back. She didn't want to let him go.
Hermione let him go, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.
Ron smiled at her weakly. "I never knew you were so strong. Harry almost broke his neck of that fall. Madame Pomfrey healed him in minutes, though. A seventh year hit you with a curse when she saw you beating Harry. We took you here."
Hermione just looked at her friends, with tears in her eyes.
"I think she wants to be alone," whispered Harry to Ron.
Ron nodded. He bend over and gave her a quick hug. He had never hugged her before.
They left the hospital wing, closing the door softly behind them. Madame Pomfrey came in.
"It's a miracle," she whispered to herself. "For the first time they left without me kicking them out."
Hermione whipped her tears away. Her parents were gone. It wasn't Harry's fault, Hermione knew that all the time. But she wanted to give the fault to somebody but herself. Harry never wanted anybody to be hurt.
After a couple of minutes somebody came in. Hermione didn't take the time to look who it was. She was just staring at the ceiling, thinking about the death of her parents. She wouldn't let Voldemort win. She was going to be strong. Her studies would continue just like normal. She couldn't miss too much of the lessons.
Now she was really mad at herself. Her parents just died and the only thing she could think about was school!
"How are you?"
Hermione looked at the boy next to her bed.
"Just fine," said Hermione. Draco gave her a weak smile.
"I know you're not," he said. "But we have to begin our special lessons. I talked to Professor Dumbledore and he told me what happened. It wasn't your fault for what happened. It was because of the new emotions you have because of those new powers. Anger makes you really strong, doesn't it?"
"I had noticed that," said Hermione.
"I'm sure we'll be a big help if we work together," said Draco.
"Since when do you want to work with mo so eagerly?"
"I don't want to, but I will revenge my father and I will get my mother back. That's all I want to do."
She could have known. Draco didn't give a damn about the rest of the world, just about himself.
Deep down she knew that wasn't true.
"Tomorrow after dinner we have to go to the charms classroom," said Malfoy, standing up from the other bed he sat on all the time.
"Ok," Hermione said.
"Bye," he said.
Draco walked to the door and closed it behind him.
All Hermione could think about now was to Kill Voldemort. She felt a rage she had never felt before and she knew it wasn't a good thing.
~*~*~
This must be very vague at the moment, but I think it will be better later.
I'm really happy about all the reviews! I have 40 already!
Thanks to: ~Jaya: Huh?~ ~Book-Lover-210~ ~VanillaLily~ ~Ly-Chan~ ~Chrissy~ ~Michee: I'm sorry if this is not exactly what you had in mind, but I tried. Hermione just can't stay angry all the time~
The next chapter will be up soon!