Hermione whipped another tear from her face. When were her parents going to be buried? This meant that she had to leave and go to the 'normal' world.
It was six o'clock and tomorrow she had classes. Again all sorts of thoughts were racing through her mind. How she hated Voldemort and how much she was going to miss her parents.
Hermione was knocked out of her thoughts when a familiar voice sounded.
"How do you feel?" Asked Professor Dumbledore, his blue eyes full of sympathy.
Hermione shrugged. She couldn't tell she was fine.
"I have bad news for you," he said softly. "You can't go to your parents' funeral." Hermione's eyes shot up to her headmaster. "It's to dangerous. Voldemort could come to the funeral and kill you to."
Hermione's eyes were full of horror. "But I have to go to their funeral! I have to go!"
"I'm sorry," said the headmaster shaking his head.
Hermione looked at the window. She wasn't going to talk to Dumbledore. Why was he doing this to her?
Albus Dumbledore left Hermione alone.
*
Hermione admired Harry so much. He had been through so much. He had defeated Voldemort when he was only a baby. Until he was eleven he was raised by people who treated him worse than a house-elf. In his first year he had seen the Dark Lord again and defeated him. The second year he had defeated a giant snake and saved Ginny Weasley. His third year, in his eyes, a murderer was after him, who he thought had killed his parents. In his fourth year he had been eye in eye with a giant dragon and had seen horrible things. He was tortured and he saw a boy being killed. He had been through so much pain, never seeing his parents. And did he ever show it to anybody? No! Never!
Hermione whished she was as strong as Harry.
*
"Are you sure you're alright?" Asked Ron, when Hermione and her friends were at breakfast Monday morning.
"I'm fine Ron," said Hermione. "I've cried and cried, but I'm over it now." She knew it was a lie, but explaining it to Ron would be no help. He wouldn't understand. Ron had still all his family. He didn't know how lucky he was. Hermione had nobody left, no aunt, no uncle, no grandfather or grandmother.
Harry looked at her. He of course didn't believe her, but Ron looked convinced and started to eat breakfast like a mad man.
Hermione looked at the Head Table. Professor Dumbledore looked around at all of the students. Snape looked as always. It was obvious that Minerva McGonagall, Hermione's favoured teacher, was glancing at her. She was really worried about Hermione, but Hermione decided to ignore her.
Hagrid was happily talking to the charms teacher, the tiny professor. Professor Figg, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was looking at her. Harry had said she use to live with the muggles. Harry was shocked when he found out his old neighbour was a which, in the beginning of this year. She use to be an auror and was a good friend of Dumbledore. The headmaster had asked the old witch to live near Harry, to see if he was alright. Well, he was not, but at least he lived. She was actually a good teacher, very friendly and smart. Hermione admired her very much.
Hermione signed as she at down next to Harry. She wondered who was going to teach them to use their powers. Maybe Professor Figg was going to tutor Hermione and Draco, but she wasn't sure.
First they had potions with Slytherin. This day was going to be like hell!
~*~*~
Potions wasn't as bad as she thought. Snape actually gave her a compliment! Dumbledore had probably told him Hermione's parents died and that he had to be nice to her. She didn't want their sympathy!
And she caught Draco looking at her in potions. She actually blushed! She kicked herself for that.
After dinner when Harry and Ron headed for the common room, Hermione said she had to go to the library. She hadn't told them about the prophesy yet and her new powers. Harry would probably try to stop her. He didn't want Hermione to get hurt fighting Voldemort.
Ron would be jealous like hell. One famous best friend and a really smart friend was already enough for him. He didn't need a Super-Hermione as a friend too.
Hermione walked up the stairs to the charms room, where she was supposed to meet her new teacher and Malfoy. It was a half an hour till eight o'clock.
Hermione arrived at the classroom and knocked on the door.
"You are early as always, Hermione," said the one who opened the door.
"Professor Lupin!"
~*~*~
This was a little talk-talk chapter. The next chapters will be a little more practice-practice and romance-romance. A little boring, but I hope the next will be better!
I had the feeling you all liked that mad Hermione much and when she almost killed Harry you were all very excited and everything, but Hermione doesn't like it very much, so I hope it won't happen again (but maybe it will). I've had twelve reviews!!! I'm very happy about it. The most of the thanks go to allee kat, for reviewing so much. But the other thanks go to:
~angie~ ~laura~ ~chikata~ ~'mione~ ~Elle B~ ~moonstone~ ~kristina~ ~Hermione~
Double thanks to:
~allee kat~ ~Ly-chan~ ~michee~ ~VanillaLily~
It was six o'clock and tomorrow she had classes. Again all sorts of thoughts were racing through her mind. How she hated Voldemort and how much she was going to miss her parents.
Hermione was knocked out of her thoughts when a familiar voice sounded.
"How do you feel?" Asked Professor Dumbledore, his blue eyes full of sympathy.
Hermione shrugged. She couldn't tell she was fine.
"I have bad news for you," he said softly. "You can't go to your parents' funeral." Hermione's eyes shot up to her headmaster. "It's to dangerous. Voldemort could come to the funeral and kill you to."
Hermione's eyes were full of horror. "But I have to go to their funeral! I have to go!"
"I'm sorry," said the headmaster shaking his head.
Hermione looked at the window. She wasn't going to talk to Dumbledore. Why was he doing this to her?
Albus Dumbledore left Hermione alone.
*
Hermione admired Harry so much. He had been through so much. He had defeated Voldemort when he was only a baby. Until he was eleven he was raised by people who treated him worse than a house-elf. In his first year he had seen the Dark Lord again and defeated him. The second year he had defeated a giant snake and saved Ginny Weasley. His third year, in his eyes, a murderer was after him, who he thought had killed his parents. In his fourth year he had been eye in eye with a giant dragon and had seen horrible things. He was tortured and he saw a boy being killed. He had been through so much pain, never seeing his parents. And did he ever show it to anybody? No! Never!
Hermione whished she was as strong as Harry.
*
"Are you sure you're alright?" Asked Ron, when Hermione and her friends were at breakfast Monday morning.
"I'm fine Ron," said Hermione. "I've cried and cried, but I'm over it now." She knew it was a lie, but explaining it to Ron would be no help. He wouldn't understand. Ron had still all his family. He didn't know how lucky he was. Hermione had nobody left, no aunt, no uncle, no grandfather or grandmother.
Harry looked at her. He of course didn't believe her, but Ron looked convinced and started to eat breakfast like a mad man.
Hermione looked at the Head Table. Professor Dumbledore looked around at all of the students. Snape looked as always. It was obvious that Minerva McGonagall, Hermione's favoured teacher, was glancing at her. She was really worried about Hermione, but Hermione decided to ignore her.
Hagrid was happily talking to the charms teacher, the tiny professor. Professor Figg, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was looking at her. Harry had said she use to live with the muggles. Harry was shocked when he found out his old neighbour was a which, in the beginning of this year. She use to be an auror and was a good friend of Dumbledore. The headmaster had asked the old witch to live near Harry, to see if he was alright. Well, he was not, but at least he lived. She was actually a good teacher, very friendly and smart. Hermione admired her very much.
Hermione signed as she at down next to Harry. She wondered who was going to teach them to use their powers. Maybe Professor Figg was going to tutor Hermione and Draco, but she wasn't sure.
First they had potions with Slytherin. This day was going to be like hell!
~*~*~
Potions wasn't as bad as she thought. Snape actually gave her a compliment! Dumbledore had probably told him Hermione's parents died and that he had to be nice to her. She didn't want their sympathy!
And she caught Draco looking at her in potions. She actually blushed! She kicked herself for that.
After dinner when Harry and Ron headed for the common room, Hermione said she had to go to the library. She hadn't told them about the prophesy yet and her new powers. Harry would probably try to stop her. He didn't want Hermione to get hurt fighting Voldemort.
Ron would be jealous like hell. One famous best friend and a really smart friend was already enough for him. He didn't need a Super-Hermione as a friend too.
Hermione walked up the stairs to the charms room, where she was supposed to meet her new teacher and Malfoy. It was a half an hour till eight o'clock.
Hermione arrived at the classroom and knocked on the door.
"You are early as always, Hermione," said the one who opened the door.
"Professor Lupin!"
~*~*~
This was a little talk-talk chapter. The next chapters will be a little more practice-practice and romance-romance. A little boring, but I hope the next will be better!
I had the feeling you all liked that mad Hermione much and when she almost killed Harry you were all very excited and everything, but Hermione doesn't like it very much, so I hope it won't happen again (but maybe it will). I've had twelve reviews!!! I'm very happy about it. The most of the thanks go to allee kat, for reviewing so much. But the other thanks go to:
~angie~ ~laura~ ~chikata~ ~'mione~ ~Elle B~ ~moonstone~ ~kristina~ ~Hermione~
Double thanks to:
~allee kat~ ~Ly-chan~ ~michee~ ~VanillaLily~