Disclaimer~ Nope, still don't own HP!
Ch 7~ Begining To Tell
"Well..." Hermione started. She was still crying.
"Hermione, tell me. Please, I can help...I'm sure I can" Harry told her, holding her closer.
Hermione took a deep breath.
"Malfoy...He's...he's been beating me..."
"WHAT! OH THAT BLOODY GIT! I'LL KILL HIM" Harry yelled. He was outraged.
He let go of their close embrace and began to walk out of the compartment, when Hermione
stopped him.
"HARRY!!! NO! HE DOSN'T KNOW HE IS DOING IT!!!!" Hermione yelled. At that
Harry had walked back over to her. He was confused.
"How in bloody hell dosn't a person know that they are beating someone up?" Harry
asked.
"That is not the point...will you just listen to me, Harry?"
"Fine"
"So last night, like past others, Draco had hit me." When Hermione said those words,
Harry's eyes filled with rage. "He knocked me into a wall and the portrait of Renee Gringorrham
was knocked down. That's when I found this room. I went inside and I found these shoes and
this..." Hermione showed him the picture she had found the night before. Harry looked at it and
gasped.
"That is the bloody son of a b..." Harry began, but Hermione had stopped him once again.
"Listen...it's not...well it is...I just.... ohhh!" Hermione began to cry again
"Mione...it's okay." Harry told her.
"There is so much to tell you Harry. You will be so confused. Im confused! OH GOD!!!
THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!!" Hermione yelled, looking up. Harry hugged her.
"If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to." Harry said, soothingly.
"I just...I need to lie down..." Hermione decided. She went and laid on Renee's bed and
almost as soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep. Harry decided to figure this out himself.
He had to. He had a gut feeling that if he didn't, something bad would happen...he was right.
He walked over to the trunk and opened it...nothing was inside. He walked over to the
dresser...empty except for an old quill and another drawing of Olaf. He looked everywhere in the
room. There weren't many places to look. Harry had given up hope, but then someone else
appeared in the room...Renee Gringorrham...her ghost...
TBCHOPE YOU LIKER+R
Sorry it's so short...I'm really tired!!!
Ch 7~ Begining To Tell
"Well..." Hermione started. She was still crying.
"Hermione, tell me. Please, I can help...I'm sure I can" Harry told her, holding her closer.
Hermione took a deep breath.
"Malfoy...He's...he's been beating me..."
"WHAT! OH THAT BLOODY GIT! I'LL KILL HIM" Harry yelled. He was outraged.
He let go of their close embrace and began to walk out of the compartment, when Hermione
stopped him.
"HARRY!!! NO! HE DOSN'T KNOW HE IS DOING IT!!!!" Hermione yelled. At that
Harry had walked back over to her. He was confused.
"How in bloody hell dosn't a person know that they are beating someone up?" Harry
asked.
"That is not the point...will you just listen to me, Harry?"
"Fine"
"So last night, like past others, Draco had hit me." When Hermione said those words,
Harry's eyes filled with rage. "He knocked me into a wall and the portrait of Renee Gringorrham
was knocked down. That's when I found this room. I went inside and I found these shoes and
this..." Hermione showed him the picture she had found the night before. Harry looked at it and
gasped.
"That is the bloody son of a b..." Harry began, but Hermione had stopped him once again.
"Listen...it's not...well it is...I just.... ohhh!" Hermione began to cry again
"Mione...it's okay." Harry told her.
"There is so much to tell you Harry. You will be so confused. Im confused! OH GOD!!!
THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!!" Hermione yelled, looking up. Harry hugged her.
"If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to." Harry said, soothingly.
"I just...I need to lie down..." Hermione decided. She went and laid on Renee's bed and
almost as soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep. Harry decided to figure this out himself.
He had to. He had a gut feeling that if he didn't, something bad would happen...he was right.
He walked over to the trunk and opened it...nothing was inside. He walked over to the
dresser...empty except for an old quill and another drawing of Olaf. He looked everywhere in the
room. There weren't many places to look. Harry had given up hope, but then someone else
appeared in the room...Renee Gringorrham...her ghost...
TBCHOPE YOU LIKER+R
Sorry it's so short...I'm really tired!!!