Story on Hermione. Only one chapter, so I don't have to update (since I never do... I'll get to like the third chapter and stop... this is my solution!) so, yeah, just read. It's a bit strange... I'm in a weird mood... but I don't think it's too bad.
Good-byes-----------------------------------
"I don't believe....."
"How could you?"
"But.... 'Mione!"
The voices rang through her head. She still couldn't make them be quiet. Hauntings of her old friends, teachers, and enemies.
"Why?"
That had been the question everyone had most wanted to know, that Hermione wanted to know herself. Why would someone go to school for six years to become a witch or wizard and then just throw it all away? She'd argued with herself for days about it, and just when she'd convinced herself that it had been the right thing to do, a little voice would ask but why?
Why drop out of Hogwarts?
She sighed, stretching. The countryside flew past outside her window, gradually becoming more and more suburban, until they were in the city.
Only a few more minutes and she'd be home. She watched as she drew closer to the station, then through the tunnel. Finally, the train lurched to a stop, and she got up, feeling lonely as she stepped off, all alone.
Her parents were waiting beside outside. The looks on their faces were half bewilderment, half disappointment. She'd hoped maybe they'd have been happy- she was going to be a dentist, like them. But they just looked as if they wanted to ask the same questions everyone had been asking since she'd announced she was leaving.
Ron had been outraged. "Bloody hell, Hermione! We're in our sixth year, why do you want to give up?"
Harry had seemed sad, but he'd understood more. But he'd still been shocked.
Everyone else had just appeared mystified. "But, Hermione, you're the best student in our year!"
And the teachers had gone on about wasted potential.
"WHY?" Their voices echoed.
"I... I don't know..." she answered them all in her mind. "I'm just tired... tired of Hogwarts, tired of being a perfect student. Tired of being Hermione the witch, Hermione the Muggle, the brain, the teachers pet, Harry Potter's sidekick...."
But they wouldn't understand, she knew. Because that was all she was to them. "I need to be a person!" She could say. But who would listen?
So she was leaving.
She stepped off the train in a hiss of steam and walked to her parents as the Hogwart's Express pulled away.
Good-byes-----------------------------------
"I don't believe....."
"How could you?"
"But.... 'Mione!"
The voices rang through her head. She still couldn't make them be quiet. Hauntings of her old friends, teachers, and enemies.
"Why?"
That had been the question everyone had most wanted to know, that Hermione wanted to know herself. Why would someone go to school for six years to become a witch or wizard and then just throw it all away? She'd argued with herself for days about it, and just when she'd convinced herself that it had been the right thing to do, a little voice would ask but why?
Why drop out of Hogwarts?
She sighed, stretching. The countryside flew past outside her window, gradually becoming more and more suburban, until they were in the city.
Only a few more minutes and she'd be home. She watched as she drew closer to the station, then through the tunnel. Finally, the train lurched to a stop, and she got up, feeling lonely as she stepped off, all alone.
Her parents were waiting beside outside. The looks on their faces were half bewilderment, half disappointment. She'd hoped maybe they'd have been happy- she was going to be a dentist, like them. But they just looked as if they wanted to ask the same questions everyone had been asking since she'd announced she was leaving.
Ron had been outraged. "Bloody hell, Hermione! We're in our sixth year, why do you want to give up?"
Harry had seemed sad, but he'd understood more. But he'd still been shocked.
Everyone else had just appeared mystified. "But, Hermione, you're the best student in our year!"
And the teachers had gone on about wasted potential.
"WHY?" Their voices echoed.
"I... I don't know..." she answered them all in her mind. "I'm just tired... tired of Hogwarts, tired of being a perfect student. Tired of being Hermione the witch, Hermione the Muggle, the brain, the teachers pet, Harry Potter's sidekick...."
But they wouldn't understand, she knew. Because that was all she was to them. "I need to be a person!" She could say. But who would listen?
So she was leaving.
She stepped off the train in a hiss of steam and walked to her parents as the Hogwart's Express pulled away.