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The Forgotten Shoes
Ch 1~ The Hidden Room
Hermione Granger was up one night. She couldn't sleep. She had been having nightmares
about Draco Malfoy. Lately, Malfoy has been acting strange. He would have sudden rushes of
anger and sometimes, he would get violent...espically with Hermione. This scared Hermione, she
wanted to tell Harry and Ron about what he had been doing, but she didn't want to start anymore
conflicts. Malfoy had been scaring her so much that lately her grades have been slipping and she
didn't seem to care about anything. Harry and Ron were worried about her but they never took
her new self too seriously.
Hermione just sat in bed, thinking. She couldn't take the fear any longer. She got out of bed and
quietly walked down to the common room. She made sure that no one was down there, and she
made her way out of the Gryffindor tower. Hermione needed time to think about what was
happening with her life so she decided to explore a little. She just started walking down
hallway's and looking inside empty classrooms. She enjoyed Hogwarts at night. When only
Prefects were there. She enjoyed the excitement of sneaking past them and not getting caught.
The school at night was like her own special place, away from her troubles.
She was just about to turn back to the common room when she heard a noise. She swiftly turnned
around and saw the boy that she had been fearing. Draco Malfoy. He had a sly grin on his face.
He walked over to Hermione. She was shaking in fear. He gently placed a hand on her arm. He
grinned a nasty grin.
"Malfoy, please...don't hurt me today." Hermione pleaded. Malfoy only snickered.
"Now Granger, why would I do that?" Malfoy asked, innocently
"You do it all of the time. I have bruises all over, scratches, cuts, all from you."
"Oh yeah? Well why don't we add another to your collection?" Malfoy said and pushed
Hermione into the wall. Her head hit the cold stone hard. She began to cry.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!!" Hermione cried, as Malfoy slammed her
into the wall again.
"I have my reasons" Malfoy said as calm as can be, smacking Hermione across the face.
He kept smacking her and pushing her, harder and harder each time, until he got bored.
"You bore me, Granger." Malfoy said, and gave her one last push. This time it was so
hart that the wall shook and a portrait fell off of the cold stone. Malfoy walked away, moving
twoards the dungeons, without looking back at the hurt girl that he had just bruised. Hermione sat
on the floor, crying. She then stood up and looked at the portrait that had fallen. It was a portrait
of a great witch that died many, many years back. Her name was Renee Gringorrham. Hermione
picked up the small portrait, and was about to hang it back on the wall, when she stopped. She
saw an opening, just where the portrait had been hanging. She dropped the portrait and then
climed up to the opening.
Hermione entered a room. It was old looking and dusty. There was a broken bed on one side, and
a large trunk, covered in cobwebs. To the other side was an old dresser, and a broken mirror.
Hermione stepped over to the trunk and saw that the initals R.G. were engraved on it. Hermione
stepped over to the trunk and knelt down by it. As she knelt down her body ached from the
beating Malfoy had just given her. She slowley opened the old trunk. Inside were an old pair of
shoes, and a very old and ripped up piece of parchment. Hermione reached in and grabbed the
piece of parchment and un folded it. It was a drawing of a boy. His hair was slicked back and he
had an evil snicker on his face. It looked just like Draco Malfoy. Underneath the drawing was a
name. Olaf Marycod. There was also a discription of this boy. It said:
Olaf Marycod is the meanest wizard Hogwart's has ever seen. He is an angry boy and he takes
his anger out on me. He always pinches me and hits me. He is an awful boy. I want to run away
from here, I never wish to return.
The picture was also dated: December 7, 1733. Hermione looked at the picture over and over.
She couldn't get over the fact that he looked so much like Malfoy. She tucked the parchment in
her pocket, and then she went to get the shoes. They were leather, and pointy toed. Very old and
dusty. Hermione smiled, and she put the shoes on. When she walked, they clicked. Hermione
liked that sound. It made her feel important, she liked that noise ever since she was a little girl.
She walked around the old room and enjoyed the sound of her new, old shoes. Hermione liked
that hidden room, it was very comforting. She decided to go there instead of walking aimlessly
through the night. It was her safe place, her nice place. It was all her's. She kept the shoes as
well. When she put them on, she felt a source of comfort, that made her feel good. She closed the
now empty trunk and crept out of the room. She quietly stepped out of the portrait hole back to
the hallway where she was abused. She hung Renee's portrait back on the wall and she went
quietly back into the Gryffindor common room, avoiding the prefects. Hermione was happy that
she found a room that would keep her safe...but little did she know that things would soon
change, and the only way to stop the change were the shoe's that were slipped on her very feet.
TBC!!! HOPE YOU LIKE!!!! oh yeah...the rating, should I lower it? Let me know k? Thanks!
I'll update ASAP!
The Forgotten Shoes
Ch 1~ The Hidden Room
Hermione Granger was up one night. She couldn't sleep. She had been having nightmares
about Draco Malfoy. Lately, Malfoy has been acting strange. He would have sudden rushes of
anger and sometimes, he would get violent...espically with Hermione. This scared Hermione, she
wanted to tell Harry and Ron about what he had been doing, but she didn't want to start anymore
conflicts. Malfoy had been scaring her so much that lately her grades have been slipping and she
didn't seem to care about anything. Harry and Ron were worried about her but they never took
her new self too seriously.
Hermione just sat in bed, thinking. She couldn't take the fear any longer. She got out of bed and
quietly walked down to the common room. She made sure that no one was down there, and she
made her way out of the Gryffindor tower. Hermione needed time to think about what was
happening with her life so she decided to explore a little. She just started walking down
hallway's and looking inside empty classrooms. She enjoyed Hogwarts at night. When only
Prefects were there. She enjoyed the excitement of sneaking past them and not getting caught.
The school at night was like her own special place, away from her troubles.
She was just about to turn back to the common room when she heard a noise. She swiftly turnned
around and saw the boy that she had been fearing. Draco Malfoy. He had a sly grin on his face.
He walked over to Hermione. She was shaking in fear. He gently placed a hand on her arm. He
grinned a nasty grin.
"Malfoy, please...don't hurt me today." Hermione pleaded. Malfoy only snickered.
"Now Granger, why would I do that?" Malfoy asked, innocently
"You do it all of the time. I have bruises all over, scratches, cuts, all from you."
"Oh yeah? Well why don't we add another to your collection?" Malfoy said and pushed
Hermione into the wall. Her head hit the cold stone hard. She began to cry.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!!" Hermione cried, as Malfoy slammed her
into the wall again.
"I have my reasons" Malfoy said as calm as can be, smacking Hermione across the face.
He kept smacking her and pushing her, harder and harder each time, until he got bored.
"You bore me, Granger." Malfoy said, and gave her one last push. This time it was so
hart that the wall shook and a portrait fell off of the cold stone. Malfoy walked away, moving
twoards the dungeons, without looking back at the hurt girl that he had just bruised. Hermione sat
on the floor, crying. She then stood up and looked at the portrait that had fallen. It was a portrait
of a great witch that died many, many years back. Her name was Renee Gringorrham. Hermione
picked up the small portrait, and was about to hang it back on the wall, when she stopped. She
saw an opening, just where the portrait had been hanging. She dropped the portrait and then
climed up to the opening.
Hermione entered a room. It was old looking and dusty. There was a broken bed on one side, and
a large trunk, covered in cobwebs. To the other side was an old dresser, and a broken mirror.
Hermione stepped over to the trunk and saw that the initals R.G. were engraved on it. Hermione
stepped over to the trunk and knelt down by it. As she knelt down her body ached from the
beating Malfoy had just given her. She slowley opened the old trunk. Inside were an old pair of
shoes, and a very old and ripped up piece of parchment. Hermione reached in and grabbed the
piece of parchment and un folded it. It was a drawing of a boy. His hair was slicked back and he
had an evil snicker on his face. It looked just like Draco Malfoy. Underneath the drawing was a
name. Olaf Marycod. There was also a discription of this boy. It said:
Olaf Marycod is the meanest wizard Hogwart's has ever seen. He is an angry boy and he takes
his anger out on me. He always pinches me and hits me. He is an awful boy. I want to run away
from here, I never wish to return.
The picture was also dated: December 7, 1733. Hermione looked at the picture over and over.
She couldn't get over the fact that he looked so much like Malfoy. She tucked the parchment in
her pocket, and then she went to get the shoes. They were leather, and pointy toed. Very old and
dusty. Hermione smiled, and she put the shoes on. When she walked, they clicked. Hermione
liked that sound. It made her feel important, she liked that noise ever since she was a little girl.
She walked around the old room and enjoyed the sound of her new, old shoes. Hermione liked
that hidden room, it was very comforting. She decided to go there instead of walking aimlessly
through the night. It was her safe place, her nice place. It was all her's. She kept the shoes as
well. When she put them on, she felt a source of comfort, that made her feel good. She closed the
now empty trunk and crept out of the room. She quietly stepped out of the portrait hole back to
the hallway where she was abused. She hung Renee's portrait back on the wall and she went
quietly back into the Gryffindor common room, avoiding the prefects. Hermione was happy that
she found a room that would keep her safe...but little did she know that things would soon
change, and the only way to stop the change were the shoe's that were slipped on her very feet.
TBC!!! HOPE YOU LIKE!!!! oh yeah...the rating, should I lower it? Let me know k? Thanks!
I'll update ASAP!