AN-This chapter I am putting in third person so as to move it along a bit and give more perspective as to what others are thinking.
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
May It Be, Enya
The Truth is Always Hidden Inside the Lies
Chapter Three
Flashback
A small girl of perhaps three ran smiling through the large crowd. Her large brown hair was a tangled mess and her cheeks were smudged but she
looked absolutly adorable. She turned and ushered her parents to go faster. They had finnaly agreed to take her to the zoo for her birthday and she was overly exited.
The girls parents hardly ever took her anywhere as they were the best scientists England had to offer. It was horribly dangerous for them to be out now but they could
never turn down their daughter's adorable face.
"Mummy, come on!!" Her voice was high and her mother smiled at her. The woman's face was thin and pale, and she had a shock of bright red hair cut
close to her head. Her brown eyes sparkled happily as she observed her daughter.
" Cerce, dear, we have all day!" The girl's father laughed. Professor Troy was a rather large man with many laughlines, Cerce often said he looked just like
Santa Clause. They finnaly reached the gates just as two gunshots went off. Circe gasped as a hard body rammed into her and threw her away from the crowd. Strong
hands took hold of her and she was pulled away from the scene, just as she caught sight of her beloved mother lying on the ground covered in blood. The man who
was carrying her looked sadly down at the child as she lost conciousness(sp?) He shook his head and delivered her home.
Hermione Granger woke with a start. She had always tried so hard not to remember her past, so much pain. It hurt to think of anything that had to do with
that time, sher had nearly left her muggle studies class when they started studying the Odyssey. Her real name then had been Circe Troy. She found it rather sad that
that was her name, as Circe was said to be more beautiful than Aphrodite, and she certainly was not that, so she took her last name and connected it with Helen of
Troy, and gave herself the name of Helen's daughter, as Hermione's mother had been etherealy beautiful to her.
The sky outside the window showed that the sun was beginning to rise. So Hermione did as it suggested and got up. She was more of a morning person
than anything else. This was the only time she had to herself; this was the only time she could be herself, as no one else in thier right mind would get up this early.
'Just goes to show you how twisted I am' Hermione thought bitterly as she slipped into the Head bath. All she could think off at the moment was who the
mant that saved her life was. She never saw his face, but she had felt safe near him, and that unnerved her. She stepped from the bath and dressed slowly. A soft
voice in the back of her head reminds her of her lapse of sanity the day before. She had to admit, it felt good to give the man what was coming to him, but it sucked
to be punished for it. She slipped back into her privet room, ahh the perks of being Head girl. Another, much more perverted, voice decided to speak up to that
title and Hermione made a soft grunting noise warning it to shut up before she kicked its figmented little butt.
She soon became restless and decided to take a little stroll, which was allowed after six. It was 6:02. The halls were, while not exactly chilly, a delicious
soft of cool that made you feel refreshed and not cold. This was the best time to be in the castle, no one to bother you, and perfect atmosphere. Hermione decided
it made her feel as a ghost would. That thought brought her happiness. She began to hum a song she had heard over the summer, as she passed some record store or
something. It soon transformed into singing as the words came to her.
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
She began to dance, spinning around and forgetting the world. It was so exhilarating. She didnt notice the figure watching her. As she began to spin faster and faster.
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like ...........
Hermione's eyes snapped open as she bumped into a hard surface she knew had not been there before. With a gulp she raised her eyes from the floor. Black boots,
black robes, and... She gave a sharp gasp at the man before her. Oh no! Who could be worse to run into like this. She blushed crimson as he began to speak.
Okay, I know I said this chapter would be longer, but i am having a hard time deciding who she should be with. Draco Malfoy or Severous Snape. If you do not like
either of these couples, I am open to other suggestions, but please do not yell about how messed up I must be. If you do not approve, dont read, there is far worse
out there.-Bri
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
May It Be, Enya
The Truth is Always Hidden Inside the Lies
Chapter Three
Flashback
A small girl of perhaps three ran smiling through the large crowd. Her large brown hair was a tangled mess and her cheeks were smudged but she
looked absolutly adorable. She turned and ushered her parents to go faster. They had finnaly agreed to take her to the zoo for her birthday and she was overly exited.
The girls parents hardly ever took her anywhere as they were the best scientists England had to offer. It was horribly dangerous for them to be out now but they could
never turn down their daughter's adorable face.
"Mummy, come on!!" Her voice was high and her mother smiled at her. The woman's face was thin and pale, and she had a shock of bright red hair cut
close to her head. Her brown eyes sparkled happily as she observed her daughter.
" Cerce, dear, we have all day!" The girl's father laughed. Professor Troy was a rather large man with many laughlines, Cerce often said he looked just like
Santa Clause. They finnaly reached the gates just as two gunshots went off. Circe gasped as a hard body rammed into her and threw her away from the crowd. Strong
hands took hold of her and she was pulled away from the scene, just as she caught sight of her beloved mother lying on the ground covered in blood. The man who
was carrying her looked sadly down at the child as she lost conciousness(sp?) He shook his head and delivered her home.
Hermione Granger woke with a start. She had always tried so hard not to remember her past, so much pain. It hurt to think of anything that had to do with
that time, sher had nearly left her muggle studies class when they started studying the Odyssey. Her real name then had been Circe Troy. She found it rather sad that
that was her name, as Circe was said to be more beautiful than Aphrodite, and she certainly was not that, so she took her last name and connected it with Helen of
Troy, and gave herself the name of Helen's daughter, as Hermione's mother had been etherealy beautiful to her.
The sky outside the window showed that the sun was beginning to rise. So Hermione did as it suggested and got up. She was more of a morning person
than anything else. This was the only time she had to herself; this was the only time she could be herself, as no one else in thier right mind would get up this early.
'Just goes to show you how twisted I am' Hermione thought bitterly as she slipped into the Head bath. All she could think off at the moment was who the
mant that saved her life was. She never saw his face, but she had felt safe near him, and that unnerved her. She stepped from the bath and dressed slowly. A soft
voice in the back of her head reminds her of her lapse of sanity the day before. She had to admit, it felt good to give the man what was coming to him, but it sucked
to be punished for it. She slipped back into her privet room, ahh the perks of being Head girl. Another, much more perverted, voice decided to speak up to that
title and Hermione made a soft grunting noise warning it to shut up before she kicked its figmented little butt.
She soon became restless and decided to take a little stroll, which was allowed after six. It was 6:02. The halls were, while not exactly chilly, a delicious
soft of cool that made you feel refreshed and not cold. This was the best time to be in the castle, no one to bother you, and perfect atmosphere. Hermione decided
it made her feel as a ghost would. That thought brought her happiness. She began to hum a song she had heard over the summer, as she passed some record store or
something. It soon transformed into singing as the words came to her.
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
She began to dance, spinning around and forgetting the world. It was so exhilarating. She didnt notice the figure watching her. As she began to spin faster and faster.
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like ...........
Hermione's eyes snapped open as she bumped into a hard surface she knew had not been there before. With a gulp she raised her eyes from the floor. Black boots,
black robes, and... She gave a sharp gasp at the man before her. Oh no! Who could be worse to run into like this. She blushed crimson as he began to speak.
Okay, I know I said this chapter would be longer, but i am having a hard time deciding who she should be with. Draco Malfoy or Severous Snape. If you do not like
either of these couples, I am open to other suggestions, but please do not yell about how messed up I must be. If you do not approve, dont read, there is far worse
out there.-Bri