Chapter 2- Hermione's Lover
Hermione sat at her desk as she worked at the Daily Prophet. Its been three years since she had left Hogwarts and three years since she last talked to her best friends. They had a right to, she thought, I did fall in love with Harry's worst enemy, but was I supposed to do? I was young and stupid. "Hermione! What are doing, I want that article on Harry Potter on my desk by five o'clock, or your job will belong to Ginny Weasley!" screamed her boss, Lavender Brown. None of her old friends had talked to her liked they used to. She had no friends actually. They all deserted her when they found out she loved Tom. "Yes, Ms. Brown. It will be on your desk at five, I promise. Working on it now!" Hermione screamed back, with such anger. **************** Five o'clock rolled around and Lavender came into Hermione's office. Lavender looked around and she was no where to be seen. As she walked closer to Hermione's desk, she saw the article for Harry Potter. She picked it up and began to read it:
"Harry Potter, the boy who lived, is now considered dead. After leaving to find him, three years ago with his best friend, Ron Weasley, neither of their families has heard anything since they left, right after their graduation to seek out Lord Voldemort. There will be a ceremony for their families at the Leaky Cauldron Friday, June 14 at three o'clock. Donations are appreciated for the families. Molly Weasley, Ron's mother reports "They will be greatly missed in the Wizarding World. Harry's godfather states, "Harry and Ron were as close as ever, brave souls they were. I believe they are out there somewhere and breathing. Just in hiding, that's what I say. Harry's Uncle and Aunt were unwilling to give a comment. Written by Zoe Killen."
Lavender laughed as she read Hermione's pen name. Obviously she was still ashamed of what she did. She flipped the page and it was two obituaries. Ron Weasley's said: "Ron Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, brother to Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley, all live out side of London. Ron left a long time girlfriend, Lavender Brown and their newly born child, Mackenzie Eve. He was a graduate of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Lavender looked up at the ceiling to try and prevent the tears that were quickly filling up in her eyes. She read on, reading Harry's next. "Harry James Potter, son of the late James Potter and Lily Evans Potter. He leaves behind his uncle, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley, and their son, Dudley. Harry Potter had stayed with his godfather Sirius Black the last two years at school. He was never married, and had no kids. He was a graduate of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Lavender was impressed. Never in her life had she read one of Hermione's pieces. She was a great writer. I wonder where she learned how to write like that, Lavender wondered.
******************** Hermione walked down the street to her flat, in London. She though of her times with Tom. She thought, was it even worth it? It's my entire fault that Harry and Ron are dead. If I hadn't gone out with him, they wouldn't have gone out to look for him, and then they wouldn't be dead. Hermione arrived at her flat and went in. She laid her bag on the couch, which was across the living room. She glanced at her answering machine, which in normal cases, she never received any phone calls. The light was blinking and showing that she had two calls. She pressed the play button. The first message played, "Hermione, you home? We really need to talk to you. Don't owl us. Bye-(in the background)-Ron! You forgot to tell her who it is-oh yeah, Hermione its Harry and Ron. We'll call back later. We miss you, bye." Then it just stopped. Hermione stared at the machine. It couldn't be. There dead. I just wrote their obituary! No. The next message played. "Hermione! Where are you? We really are sorry. Please be home next time." She deleted the two messages. People are just cruel. Calling me and getting me all worked up. Harry and Ron are dead, and its NOT my fault.
Hermione sat at her desk as she worked at the Daily Prophet. Its been three years since she had left Hogwarts and three years since she last talked to her best friends. They had a right to, she thought, I did fall in love with Harry's worst enemy, but was I supposed to do? I was young and stupid. "Hermione! What are doing, I want that article on Harry Potter on my desk by five o'clock, or your job will belong to Ginny Weasley!" screamed her boss, Lavender Brown. None of her old friends had talked to her liked they used to. She had no friends actually. They all deserted her when they found out she loved Tom. "Yes, Ms. Brown. It will be on your desk at five, I promise. Working on it now!" Hermione screamed back, with such anger. **************** Five o'clock rolled around and Lavender came into Hermione's office. Lavender looked around and she was no where to be seen. As she walked closer to Hermione's desk, she saw the article for Harry Potter. She picked it up and began to read it:
"Harry Potter, the boy who lived, is now considered dead. After leaving to find him, three years ago with his best friend, Ron Weasley, neither of their families has heard anything since they left, right after their graduation to seek out Lord Voldemort. There will be a ceremony for their families at the Leaky Cauldron Friday, June 14 at three o'clock. Donations are appreciated for the families. Molly Weasley, Ron's mother reports "They will be greatly missed in the Wizarding World. Harry's godfather states, "Harry and Ron were as close as ever, brave souls they were. I believe they are out there somewhere and breathing. Just in hiding, that's what I say. Harry's Uncle and Aunt were unwilling to give a comment. Written by Zoe Killen."
Lavender laughed as she read Hermione's pen name. Obviously she was still ashamed of what she did. She flipped the page and it was two obituaries. Ron Weasley's said: "Ron Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, brother to Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley, all live out side of London. Ron left a long time girlfriend, Lavender Brown and their newly born child, Mackenzie Eve. He was a graduate of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Lavender looked up at the ceiling to try and prevent the tears that were quickly filling up in her eyes. She read on, reading Harry's next. "Harry James Potter, son of the late James Potter and Lily Evans Potter. He leaves behind his uncle, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley, and their son, Dudley. Harry Potter had stayed with his godfather Sirius Black the last two years at school. He was never married, and had no kids. He was a graduate of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Lavender was impressed. Never in her life had she read one of Hermione's pieces. She was a great writer. I wonder where she learned how to write like that, Lavender wondered.
******************** Hermione walked down the street to her flat, in London. She though of her times with Tom. She thought, was it even worth it? It's my entire fault that Harry and Ron are dead. If I hadn't gone out with him, they wouldn't have gone out to look for him, and then they wouldn't be dead. Hermione arrived at her flat and went in. She laid her bag on the couch, which was across the living room. She glanced at her answering machine, which in normal cases, she never received any phone calls. The light was blinking and showing that she had two calls. She pressed the play button. The first message played, "Hermione, you home? We really need to talk to you. Don't owl us. Bye-(in the background)-Ron! You forgot to tell her who it is-oh yeah, Hermione its Harry and Ron. We'll call back later. We miss you, bye." Then it just stopped. Hermione stared at the machine. It couldn't be. There dead. I just wrote their obituary! No. The next message played. "Hermione! Where are you? We really are sorry. Please be home next time." She deleted the two messages. People are just cruel. Calling me and getting me all worked up. Harry and Ron are dead, and its NOT my fault.