Prolouge
If you looked into the extensive library situated at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, chances are you will find a plain looking girl there, amongst the many other students that attend this legendary school. She, being Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, is often seen here, scribbling away on a roll of parchment. Many disregard her as their eyes take in the setting, so much so she often feels invisible.
Hermione isn't a pretty girl, nor an ugly one, with bushy brown hair and warm brown eyes she is considered rather ordinary-looking. However her intelligence was not to be reckoned with, by far the smartest girl in her year, Hermione was considered to be a favorite among most of the teachers.
Hermione may not have been popular in the school but she had two good friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly. This was a deadly trio if it came to saving the world, figuring out evil plots or even just doing homework, but Hermione had a secret that she didn't like.
She was alone.
Sure she had Harry and Ron if she wanted to talk about school and stuff, but who to turn to when life got her down? She had no female friends that she trusted enough and some things males just don't understand.
This particular story is about Hermione, her struggles through her sixth year at Hogwarts her undiscovered emotions and friends blind eyes to her hidden pain.
Welcome to Hogwarts.
Disclaimer I own nothing to do with HP, it all belongs to J.K Rowling, only the plot is mine, and unless you have a story exactly like it, please don't sue.
Journal of Silence.
"Harry! Ron!" a blur of color and ink black robes flew through the platform and almost bowled them over. The sixteen year old girl hugged them both as they boarded the train "How have you been?"
Ron's face was hidden behind a strategically placed comic book. Harry laughed as his face was nearing the color of his hair.
"We're great Hermione, what about you? How were your holidays?" The emerald eyed male helped her put her bag in the luggage compartment.
"I'm fine, my holidays were really boring. You were so lucky to be able to go to Romania with Ron and Charlie." Hermione sat down. "I wish my parents had let me go, why are dentists so strict?"
The fiery haired teen sitting opposite her finally lay down his comic. "You wouldn't have liked it Hermione. Dragons were roaming around everywhere. One tried to eat our tent, it choked on the poles though. Actually that was pretty funny."
Harry laughed "Oh yeah and remember the one that tried to burn Charlie to a crisp? It missed but Charlie lost his hat."
They all laughed as Harry and Ron recollected their adventures over the holidays.after a while Hermione managed to change the topic, "So, are you guys looking forward to a quiet year with Voldemort gone and everything?"
Ron shuddered with the mention of that name, he couldn't forget how easily Voldemort had killed Percy and fed him to a snake. "Lets hope so." Harry shot a look at Hermione and they both looked at Ron.
"Ron are you okay? It isn't Percy again is it?" Hermione put her hand on his shoulder.
"He was my brother and everything, I guess he'd be happier, where ever he is now."
Harry shook his head and muttered in a mock serious way "And he never got to finish his Cauldron bottom report."
That raised a few giggles from Hermione and chortles from Ron. Harry sighed in relief and stretched back in his seat, watching the farmlands slip by as the train sped along.
"Sweeties anyone?" An old lady slid open the compartment door and wheeled her trolley in.
"Yeah.. Ill have some of everything" Ron spoke up. Hermione and Harry looked at each other in surprise.
"Uh Ron........?" they started in unison
"Thank you" Ron handed the Trolley Lady a handful of galleons and sat back down. "What? Fred and George gave me some money, they are earning loads with their joke store. Thats how I got new dress robes last year, remember?" He pulled out a table from the side of the train and dumped to load of sweets upon it. "Help yourselves."
The train slowed to a grinding halt and Hagrid stood outside directing the first years to their boats whilst the others stayed in the train and made their way up to Hogwarts.
Hermione took a seat between Ginny and Harry. Ron sat opposite Harry, next to Neville who had his head under the table, crying in desperation, "TREVOR! Come back to me! Trevor...." Ron shook his head and twirled his finger round his ear and mouthed a silenced word to Harry.
'Mad'
Hermione stifled a giggle as the first years filed through the entrance doors. They made their way to the Head table, led by Professor McGonagall. In front of the Head table sat a stool, on which a mouldy looking hat was sitting. To the first years surprise and amusement, the hat started to sing.
i'T'was a long ago when Hogwarts was formed
Houses were chosen and the castle dormed
Proffessor Godric of Gryffindor, the unafraid of toil,
Dame Helga of Huffelpuff, the shy and the loyal
Sir Salazar of Slytherin, Where determination breeds.
And Lady Rowena of Ravenclaw, To whom brains are seeds.
Together created four in a quest,
To take those of their favorites
and teach them the best.
My friends you may ask, where does my path lead?
In one of these houses is all that you need.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.
I shall tell you once, for once is enough
So place me upon your crown
And listen whilst I mutter and frown
For what I say, you know is true
Where you go, is up to you.'/i
The hat finished singing and the students applauded it politely, they were waiting for the sorting.
"Artevie, Jonathan" Professor McGonagall read out names in alphabetical order and the student walked to the stool and put on the hat.
Jo walked up to the stool and sat down. The hat on his head thought for a bit then shouted, "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table burst into applause as Jo walked to his seat. The rest of the sorting sped by and soon enough it was time to eat. Albus Dumbledore stood up and the hall fell silent, "Now, it is time for you to feast, but first a few words from a dotty old coot. Squit, Qat, Google and Jerb." This was responded with a volley of laughter. The Professor smiled and clicked his fingers,"Feast!"
Ron lifted the lid off a plate in front of him, "TREVOR!" Neville jumped up and grabbed the innocent toad off the dish of what appeared to be mince pies. Neville sat down quickly squashing poor Trevor into his robe pocket. Ron laughed and helped himself to a large gooey treacle.
After dinner the stuffed Gryffindors waddled their way to their common room. In front of the painting of a pink, fat lady they stopped and lent against the wall, "Goblins gold." Harry said the password and she slid aside to reveal the entrance to Gryffindor common room.
A/N Well I am tired now, so ill just spell check it and upload it so you can read it.
If you looked into the extensive library situated at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, chances are you will find a plain looking girl there, amongst the many other students that attend this legendary school. She, being Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, is often seen here, scribbling away on a roll of parchment. Many disregard her as their eyes take in the setting, so much so she often feels invisible.
Hermione isn't a pretty girl, nor an ugly one, with bushy brown hair and warm brown eyes she is considered rather ordinary-looking. However her intelligence was not to be reckoned with, by far the smartest girl in her year, Hermione was considered to be a favorite among most of the teachers.
Hermione may not have been popular in the school but she had two good friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly. This was a deadly trio if it came to saving the world, figuring out evil plots or even just doing homework, but Hermione had a secret that she didn't like.
She was alone.
Sure she had Harry and Ron if she wanted to talk about school and stuff, but who to turn to when life got her down? She had no female friends that she trusted enough and some things males just don't understand.
This particular story is about Hermione, her struggles through her sixth year at Hogwarts her undiscovered emotions and friends blind eyes to her hidden pain.
Welcome to Hogwarts.
Disclaimer I own nothing to do with HP, it all belongs to J.K Rowling, only the plot is mine, and unless you have a story exactly like it, please don't sue.
Journal of Silence.
"Harry! Ron!" a blur of color and ink black robes flew through the platform and almost bowled them over. The sixteen year old girl hugged them both as they boarded the train "How have you been?"
Ron's face was hidden behind a strategically placed comic book. Harry laughed as his face was nearing the color of his hair.
"We're great Hermione, what about you? How were your holidays?" The emerald eyed male helped her put her bag in the luggage compartment.
"I'm fine, my holidays were really boring. You were so lucky to be able to go to Romania with Ron and Charlie." Hermione sat down. "I wish my parents had let me go, why are dentists so strict?"
The fiery haired teen sitting opposite her finally lay down his comic. "You wouldn't have liked it Hermione. Dragons were roaming around everywhere. One tried to eat our tent, it choked on the poles though. Actually that was pretty funny."
Harry laughed "Oh yeah and remember the one that tried to burn Charlie to a crisp? It missed but Charlie lost his hat."
They all laughed as Harry and Ron recollected their adventures over the holidays.after a while Hermione managed to change the topic, "So, are you guys looking forward to a quiet year with Voldemort gone and everything?"
Ron shuddered with the mention of that name, he couldn't forget how easily Voldemort had killed Percy and fed him to a snake. "Lets hope so." Harry shot a look at Hermione and they both looked at Ron.
"Ron are you okay? It isn't Percy again is it?" Hermione put her hand on his shoulder.
"He was my brother and everything, I guess he'd be happier, where ever he is now."
Harry shook his head and muttered in a mock serious way "And he never got to finish his Cauldron bottom report."
That raised a few giggles from Hermione and chortles from Ron. Harry sighed in relief and stretched back in his seat, watching the farmlands slip by as the train sped along.
"Sweeties anyone?" An old lady slid open the compartment door and wheeled her trolley in.
"Yeah.. Ill have some of everything" Ron spoke up. Hermione and Harry looked at each other in surprise.
"Uh Ron........?" they started in unison
"Thank you" Ron handed the Trolley Lady a handful of galleons and sat back down. "What? Fred and George gave me some money, they are earning loads with their joke store. Thats how I got new dress robes last year, remember?" He pulled out a table from the side of the train and dumped to load of sweets upon it. "Help yourselves."
The train slowed to a grinding halt and Hagrid stood outside directing the first years to their boats whilst the others stayed in the train and made their way up to Hogwarts.
Hermione took a seat between Ginny and Harry. Ron sat opposite Harry, next to Neville who had his head under the table, crying in desperation, "TREVOR! Come back to me! Trevor...." Ron shook his head and twirled his finger round his ear and mouthed a silenced word to Harry.
'Mad'
Hermione stifled a giggle as the first years filed through the entrance doors. They made their way to the Head table, led by Professor McGonagall. In front of the Head table sat a stool, on which a mouldy looking hat was sitting. To the first years surprise and amusement, the hat started to sing.
i'T'was a long ago when Hogwarts was formed
Houses were chosen and the castle dormed
Proffessor Godric of Gryffindor, the unafraid of toil,
Dame Helga of Huffelpuff, the shy and the loyal
Sir Salazar of Slytherin, Where determination breeds.
And Lady Rowena of Ravenclaw, To whom brains are seeds.
Together created four in a quest,
To take those of their favorites
and teach them the best.
My friends you may ask, where does my path lead?
In one of these houses is all that you need.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.
I shall tell you once, for once is enough
So place me upon your crown
And listen whilst I mutter and frown
For what I say, you know is true
Where you go, is up to you.'/i
The hat finished singing and the students applauded it politely, they were waiting for the sorting.
"Artevie, Jonathan" Professor McGonagall read out names in alphabetical order and the student walked to the stool and put on the hat.
Jo walked up to the stool and sat down. The hat on his head thought for a bit then shouted, "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table burst into applause as Jo walked to his seat. The rest of the sorting sped by and soon enough it was time to eat. Albus Dumbledore stood up and the hall fell silent, "Now, it is time for you to feast, but first a few words from a dotty old coot. Squit, Qat, Google and Jerb." This was responded with a volley of laughter. The Professor smiled and clicked his fingers,"Feast!"
Ron lifted the lid off a plate in front of him, "TREVOR!" Neville jumped up and grabbed the innocent toad off the dish of what appeared to be mince pies. Neville sat down quickly squashing poor Trevor into his robe pocket. Ron laughed and helped himself to a large gooey treacle.
After dinner the stuffed Gryffindors waddled their way to their common room. In front of the painting of a pink, fat lady they stopped and lent against the wall, "Goblins gold." Harry said the password and she slid aside to reveal the entrance to Gryffindor common room.
A/N Well I am tired now, so ill just spell check it and upload it so you can read it.