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Influenced Chapter 6- Unforgiveable...
Ron, not suprisingly, was very hurt and angry by Hermione's response. He stood staring after her whilst Harry followed Hermione down the carriages. He had to run to keep up with her, and when he finally caught up he was panting. Harry wasn't going to try to be nice this time, he wanted to know what was wrong; he needed to find out.
"Hermione, what the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted in her ear. She stopped, and blinked, as if she was slightly stunned, but she did not say anything.
"I don't know what is wrong with you, and you obviously aren't going to tell us, but you just really upset Ron..." He wasn't waiting for an answer, but he was expecting one. As soon as she started walking again, he grabbed her shoulder roughly.
But this time she did not ignore it. She turned around and punched him so hard in the stomach that it winded him. Hermione was seething with anger. She grabbed her wand and pointed it right at Harry. Bending down right in his face, she whispered,
"Don't you dare assume that there is anything wrong with me...if there was something wrong, like I said earlier, I wouldn't tell you. If you disagree with that fact, then..." She straightened up. "We can...chat...about it later." Hermione said this last remark with malice, as if she hated Harry, despised him. She then left, leaving him on the floor, confusing and shocked.
Harry and Ron had not sat with Hermione during the sorting ceremony. She, in fact, had sat on her own, with empty seats either side of her. Dumbledore was sitting next to Snape at the head table. Both of them were in deep conversation with one another.
Harry had told Ron about the train ride. They were still both puzzled at her behaviour. Ginny's eyes were all red, she had obviously been crying. She had heard about what had happened, and obviously she was there when Hermione had 'talked' to Ron. Ginny had kept away from her, from the advice of Ron and her own intuition.
After the ceremony, Parvati Patil had approached Hermione. Watching carefully, Harry and Ron saw her turn around and shout at Parvati. Afterwards, they had asked Parvati what she had said. She replied that she had only asked if she could borrow Hermione's jumper, and that Hermione had completely 'lost it'.
"What do we do, Harry? This isn't like Hermione at all..." Ron was speaking quietly.
"I don't know. I don't think we should tell Dumbledore." Harry had known that this would have been Rons solution, but they were now in their fifth year, and he thought they were now old enough to handle this on their own. After all, he had been face-to-face with Voldemort before. What was a little friendship trouble compared to this?
"I think we should make her talk, you know, come up to her in the hallway or something. We need to know."
Harry thought for a moment, this was a good idea. It would make her tell them what was wrong, instead of them having to chase her.
On Wednesday, after Potions, they followed her down the corridor, and blocked her way just as she was turning into the common room.
"What do you want?" She said dangerously.
"We want to know what the hell is wrong with you, that's what." Said Ron.
What happened next, no one could have predicted. She stood totally upright, and raised her wand at both of them. She looked as if she was about to burst from anger. She yelled cruelly through her teeth.
"Crucio."
They fell to the floor with roars of pain. She had performed an Unforgivable Curse. Stepping back, she looked stunned at what she had done. She quickly ran past and into the common room.
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Influenced Chapter 6- Unforgiveable...
Ron, not suprisingly, was very hurt and angry by Hermione's response. He stood staring after her whilst Harry followed Hermione down the carriages. He had to run to keep up with her, and when he finally caught up he was panting. Harry wasn't going to try to be nice this time, he wanted to know what was wrong; he needed to find out.
"Hermione, what the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted in her ear. She stopped, and blinked, as if she was slightly stunned, but she did not say anything.
"I don't know what is wrong with you, and you obviously aren't going to tell us, but you just really upset Ron..." He wasn't waiting for an answer, but he was expecting one. As soon as she started walking again, he grabbed her shoulder roughly.
But this time she did not ignore it. She turned around and punched him so hard in the stomach that it winded him. Hermione was seething with anger. She grabbed her wand and pointed it right at Harry. Bending down right in his face, she whispered,
"Don't you dare assume that there is anything wrong with me...if there was something wrong, like I said earlier, I wouldn't tell you. If you disagree with that fact, then..." She straightened up. "We can...chat...about it later." Hermione said this last remark with malice, as if she hated Harry, despised him. She then left, leaving him on the floor, confusing and shocked.
Harry and Ron had not sat with Hermione during the sorting ceremony. She, in fact, had sat on her own, with empty seats either side of her. Dumbledore was sitting next to Snape at the head table. Both of them were in deep conversation with one another.
Harry had told Ron about the train ride. They were still both puzzled at her behaviour. Ginny's eyes were all red, she had obviously been crying. She had heard about what had happened, and obviously she was there when Hermione had 'talked' to Ron. Ginny had kept away from her, from the advice of Ron and her own intuition.
After the ceremony, Parvati Patil had approached Hermione. Watching carefully, Harry and Ron saw her turn around and shout at Parvati. Afterwards, they had asked Parvati what she had said. She replied that she had only asked if she could borrow Hermione's jumper, and that Hermione had completely 'lost it'.
"What do we do, Harry? This isn't like Hermione at all..." Ron was speaking quietly.
"I don't know. I don't think we should tell Dumbledore." Harry had known that this would have been Rons solution, but they were now in their fifth year, and he thought they were now old enough to handle this on their own. After all, he had been face-to-face with Voldemort before. What was a little friendship trouble compared to this?
"I think we should make her talk, you know, come up to her in the hallway or something. We need to know."
Harry thought for a moment, this was a good idea. It would make her tell them what was wrong, instead of them having to chase her.
On Wednesday, after Potions, they followed her down the corridor, and blocked her way just as she was turning into the common room.
"What do you want?" She said dangerously.
"We want to know what the hell is wrong with you, that's what." Said Ron.
What happened next, no one could have predicted. She stood totally upright, and raised her wand at both of them. She looked as if she was about to burst from anger. She yelled cruelly through her teeth.
"Crucio."
They fell to the floor with roars of pain. She had performed an Unforgivable Curse. Stepping back, she looked stunned at what she had done. She quickly ran past and into the common room.
Do you like this chapter? I hope you do. Please review! SM