Twisted Fates
Chapter 3 - Hoping, preparing, and going back to Hogwarts
Glad to see you again. Ah. After that good long sleep last night, are you ready to see more?
~~~~~1~~~~~
Hermione Granger got out of bed and did her morning stretches. She was returning to Hogwarts after breakfast. She stood in front of the enchanted mirror wearing only her undergarments. Today is the day. The day I conquer my fears! she thought to herself. Hermione took out a blue blouse and put it on. She left the first two buttons open. "You look fabulous dear. You know, your navy blue skirt, the one that I like, would go great with that blouse," the mirror said after examining Hermione's blouse.
"Thanks, Elle," Hermione replied and begun her search for the navy dress. "Ah. Found it," she acknowledged as she pulled a skirt from inside the closet. She put on the skirt and some black pantyhose. Then the girl walked into the bathroom.
*****3*****
*** There was flowers. everywhere. It was like a dream come true. Thousands of pansies, I remember what I said to him last night. I just love pansies. When I get married, I want a thousand of them. everywhere, a field of pansies. red, blue, violet, yellow, even more. Like looking at a rainbow. I was just saying that. but he did it. He sent pansies to the mansion. Exactly one thousand. everything was so good, but then.
Then, father got home. Need I tell you the rest. Oh, how my heart aches. All those pansies destroyed. and I know now that someday, he'll destroy me just like them. I'm fragile just like them, pretty and tough on the outside, soft on the inside. Vulnerable. It's not good to be vulnerable.
For death is always behind you.
You are not to see that boy again, he says. You are engaged! To one of the son of one of the riches and most powerful pureblood families. He is to be heir. and you shall be heiress.
Yes, I do love someone else. And, yes, I've thought of it. of suicide. To kill myself, that will take away the pleasure he'll get from killing me. All is lost.
At least until I'm back in Hogwarts. For it is truly safe from everyone. From evil. From You-know-who. and it's safe from him.
. from my father. ***
^^^^^2^^^^^ July 8th - Hogwarts
"Ah, Miss. Chang. Nice to see that you have arrived." Dumboldore said. Cho Chang had just stumbled out of the fireplace in his office. She coughed a few times then brushed the dark ash on parts of her clothing.
"Professor Dumboldore. Good. good morning. Am I too early?" Cho asked softly.
"No, no. You're just on time. The others haven't arrived yet, but they will be here soon -- I'm sure of it." Dumboldore replied. "Now, leave your bags here, the house elves will attend to them." He gestured to the vacant spot outside his office. "Follow me. I'll take you to your dorm. It's not by house since only a few are attending, you will all share a dorm." Cho Chang followed Dumboldore as they walked silently down the halls of the magical school. Hogwarts. the familiar smells filled Cho's lungs. Her parents had been happy when she had told them the news, yes, indeed. They wanted her to have the best and knew that it was a place of safety for the coming year.
"Here we are." Professor Dumboldore stopped in front of a painting.
"Oh, the painting is it of." Cho began.
"The painting is of my daughter, yes." Dumboldore stated.
"I'm sorry. professor." Cho said. She had mentioned a touchy subject.
"Well. No need to be sorry. In fact, there's not much to be sorry for. The password is charmed three," Dumboldore said. "I have to go now, the other girls should arrive soon."
"Yes, professor. Thank you," Cho said cheerfully.
"You're welcome," Dumboldore said as he backed away from the painting and left. Cho stood for a moment, admiring the features of the lady in the painting. She had long light brown hair that was wavy but her eyes. they where an intense dark cinnamon color. They drew you in and had you wanting to find out the mystery behind those eyes. The girl smiled down and Cho.
"You must be the one. oh yes. Father told me about you. Charmed to meet you, Miss. Chang." The girl examined Cho carefully looking almost into her soul with her beautiful eyes, "Password?"
"Password?" for a moment, Cho seemed confused then she realized what the painting was asking her for, "oh, yes, the password. Charmed three." The painting door swung open.
~~~~~1~~~~~
Hermione walked into the living room of her apartment. She sighed into the empty room. Her apartment was empty, with the exception of her new owl, Marie, and her cat, Felix. Her cat ran up to her and meowed loudly asking for food. Hermione smiled knowingly. Opening a can of cat food on the counter, she looked at the cat in a loving way. The cat gave off a meow that seemed to say: I miss them too. Don't worry, we'll get through this.
Hermione laughed, "Now if I had your attitude about everything, life would be grand." But it isn't, she reminded herself inside her head. Nothing is every grand. especially not life. she thought bitterly. She set down the food and the cat walked over slowly. Hermione watched as the black cat sniffed at the food as if asking her "What the heck is this stuff?" She looked sternly at the cat "Felix, eat it. It's food." The cat stared at her with a look that said this gunk is what you call food. I'd like to see you eat it. But after seeing Hermione's look, the cat ate noisily.
Hermione sat down on the couch. Then she broke down. Tears began slipping down her rosy cheeks. The perfect color between being too pale and too tan. Mom. Dad. I wish.. I wish you were here. Hermione thought as more tears came down softly. "No. NO! I can't do this. I promised myself. I haven't cried since the accident and I won't cry now. I WON'T CRY, NOW!" she said loudly trying to convince herself. The kitten had finished with the can and was now at her feet meowing affectionately. trying to keep her calm.
(flashback)
Hermione ran down the stairs. "Mom! Dad! They're here! Everywhere!" Hermione shouted. But she was too late. She saw them. in the living room. Her parents. The death-eaters. Killing. The curses. The screams. She had managed to escape. They saw her and were coming but then they stopped. This was their first mistake, she decided. She whipped out her wand. Stunning all the death-eaters at once took a lot out of her. She stopped then with a small pop, apparrated out.
She stumbled on the street. She was out. She was free. She had abandoned her parents. Even though she knew she was adopted, she loved her parents so much.
The screams. The terror. The curses. She would never forget that night. The night that Voldermort destroyed a part of her soul. A part of her heart. A part of her life.
Hermione was panting hard as she ran down the street. Safety. She tried to apparrate somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Somewhere like.
Like Hogwarts. But everyone knew you couldn't apparrate to Hogwarts. She ran over to the street. She recognized this. It was her aunt's street. Her aunt. She ran down in search of the right house. Number 223. What would she tell them? How would she tell them? These thought flashed through her mind quickly but she pushed it all aside and knocked on the door. Her aunt opened. "Hermione. Dear. What are you doing here? Why, are you ok? You look exhausted. What happened?" her aunt questioned. Her aunt was the only one besides her in the family who knew magic. Her aunt was adopted too. She stumbled into the door before fainting.
(end flashback)
Tears were threatening to spill as she remembered that night. She let out a sigh and wrote swiftly on a piece of parchment.
Dear Aunt Maggie,
Dumboldore had requested for me to return to Hogwarts for a special meeting in two days. I have decided to go. Even though I told you that I wasn't returning, I have changed my mind. Please ask Jules to take care of my apartment.
---- Jules was Aunt Maggie's daughter ---
I will send money for rent every month. Take great care. I'll miss you and Jules dearly. I might return for winter break. Looking forward to see you again!
Bye. Owl me often. Tell Jules, I'll miss her.
Love, Hermione
P.S. You still have the key right. If you don't, owl me and I'll send it to you.
*****3*****
"Stop! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! STOP! Stop! stop. stop. please. please. oh daddy.. please." the girl whimpered. The man looked at her with his evil eye.
"YOU - YOU DISOBEYED ME! ARE YOU STILL SEEING THAT BOY!!!" the man shouted loudly. "AND DON"T CALL ME DADDY. CALLING ME THAT IS A WEAKNESS. US PARKINSONS DON'T NEED WEAKNESS. WE DON'T NEED WIMPS LIKE YOU. I OUGHT TO KILL YOU NOW!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see him again. no, no. I'm not. I'm not. I told him to leave me alone. I told him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. he. he. please. please stop. please" the girl begged as tears rolled down her eyes. In the red glow of the room you could see multiple bruises on her arms and legs.
"WELL. I BETTER NOT FIND OUT THAT YOU'VE BEEN LYING. OR YOU'LL REGRET IT. NOW SCRAM!!!" the man shouted as his eyes began twitching. The girl ran out of the room in the direction her father had pointed to. She ran into her own room. Into the comforting, familiar presence. Tears rolled down her eyes. She started crying hard. Sobs were hear but they were quiet enough that the sound wouldn't be hear outside of the room.
A woman ran into the room. "Oh, my darling. Precious. Are you ok?" the woman asked softly. The girl could only nod weakly. The woman took the girl into her arms, "my poor baby. Don't provoke him, darling. He's a caring man, but he just doesn't care for weakness." the woman smiled, "forgive him. ok. For me. Don't fight back. Your father loves you very." but she was cut off.
"If he loves me then why are there bruises all over my body? Why am I crying? Mother. it's always the same routine. He hits me. Tells me I'm a "weakness", a no good bi.bitch. oh mother. You have to leave. You have to. He's abusing you too isn't he." the girl accused.
"No. of course not. Your father isn't abusing me. You just have to understand. He's under a lot of pressure from the dark lord and everything is going so quickly." The woman smiled. I love you, my Pansy. My hope. I just wish he was as caring with you as when he is with me. George why can't you see you're hurting her so. I know you are just trying to toughen her up, but she's breaking up inside. A broken up daughter is the last thing that you need, show her the love you show me. But things are never the way you want them to be.the woman thought.
Pansy looked on ahead with a determined face. "Mother. You can go now. I'm find. Just remember. I love you. Goodbye." Pansy's mother walked out of the room. I'm escaping now. I'm escaping today. I'm going to floo soon. Floo. I'll get to Hogwarts. Safety. Everything will be find. Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow. July 8th. the girl thought happily. She lied back onto her bed thinking thought of the great moments to come and the safety that will be with her once she was inside the walls of Hogwarts.
Safe.
Wanted.
And maybe, just maybe,
Loved.
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The three girls looked at each other. "You want us to work together?" they all said at the same time.
"It's your choice. You can back out if you want." Dumboldore said. "A lot is resting on your shoulders. In fact the fate of the wizarding and human world."
The three looked at each other. "I'll do it," Hermione Granger said softly and stepped forward.
"Well, I can do anything that Granger can. I'm in," Pansy sneered at Hermione. Hermione gave Pansy a cold stare.
"Since everyone else in doing this, I guess I'm in too!" Cho Change said with a serene voice.
"Well done girls. You have past the first test. You will be trained by my granddaughter, Jewel Dumboldore," Dumboldore stated.
Hermione did a kick flip in the air and landed gracefully. "You ready," she asked and motioned Pansy towards her with her hands.
"I'm as ready as I've ever been." Pansy said with a smile. She got into her fighting stance.
"Good. This is your first official fighting test. Remember there are no winners or losers, it's just a match as practice. Or if you might, for stretching. This will review the lesson of defending yourself without a wand or weapon," Jewel stated and moved back to join Cho in the stands. "Ready. Fight!" The two girls bowed and were ready to start.
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************************************************************************ Author's Notes:
So, what did you think of this chapter? There's going to be a lot more action coming up. The readers play a key role in this story. You'll soon understand what I mean in the coming chapters. Meanwhile here's a clue:
"You are the soul person that can help them. You are the one to bring the three together and if you decide to continue this journey, good and evil things will be met by our three "heroines" - if you must call them that. Keep reading on and let the story of the past live. Don't forget you have chosen these doors, you have entered, and now you must finish what you have begun. The past is calling to you and you are the key to the future. You are the light and the hope that this story will be made known to the world. This is vital in your time, vital for your world's survival for history always repeats itself.
Don't forget, the end is coming and without your help.
.all will be lost"
J.H. STAR
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I also may not be updating for a while after chapter 3 because I'm busy with a special science project for the this week (4/7 - 4/11). Then after that I'll try to fit in chapters 4 and 5 since I have a week off as spring break. Maybe I'll even fit in chapter 6. Then my science project will continue on for the week after that (4/17 - 2/21). After that's over, I'll have more time to write more. Thanks. I hope you understand for my lack of updates this week.
REVIEW!!!! Please to let me know your opinions!
Chapter 3 - Hoping, preparing, and going back to Hogwarts
Glad to see you again. Ah. After that good long sleep last night, are you ready to see more?
~~~~~1~~~~~
Hermione Granger got out of bed and did her morning stretches. She was returning to Hogwarts after breakfast. She stood in front of the enchanted mirror wearing only her undergarments. Today is the day. The day I conquer my fears! she thought to herself. Hermione took out a blue blouse and put it on. She left the first two buttons open. "You look fabulous dear. You know, your navy blue skirt, the one that I like, would go great with that blouse," the mirror said after examining Hermione's blouse.
"Thanks, Elle," Hermione replied and begun her search for the navy dress. "Ah. Found it," she acknowledged as she pulled a skirt from inside the closet. She put on the skirt and some black pantyhose. Then the girl walked into the bathroom.
*****3*****
*** There was flowers. everywhere. It was like a dream come true. Thousands of pansies, I remember what I said to him last night. I just love pansies. When I get married, I want a thousand of them. everywhere, a field of pansies. red, blue, violet, yellow, even more. Like looking at a rainbow. I was just saying that. but he did it. He sent pansies to the mansion. Exactly one thousand. everything was so good, but then.
Then, father got home. Need I tell you the rest. Oh, how my heart aches. All those pansies destroyed. and I know now that someday, he'll destroy me just like them. I'm fragile just like them, pretty and tough on the outside, soft on the inside. Vulnerable. It's not good to be vulnerable.
For death is always behind you.
You are not to see that boy again, he says. You are engaged! To one of the son of one of the riches and most powerful pureblood families. He is to be heir. and you shall be heiress.
Yes, I do love someone else. And, yes, I've thought of it. of suicide. To kill myself, that will take away the pleasure he'll get from killing me. All is lost.
At least until I'm back in Hogwarts. For it is truly safe from everyone. From evil. From You-know-who. and it's safe from him.
. from my father. ***
^^^^^2^^^^^ July 8th - Hogwarts
"Ah, Miss. Chang. Nice to see that you have arrived." Dumboldore said. Cho Chang had just stumbled out of the fireplace in his office. She coughed a few times then brushed the dark ash on parts of her clothing.
"Professor Dumboldore. Good. good morning. Am I too early?" Cho asked softly.
"No, no. You're just on time. The others haven't arrived yet, but they will be here soon -- I'm sure of it." Dumboldore replied. "Now, leave your bags here, the house elves will attend to them." He gestured to the vacant spot outside his office. "Follow me. I'll take you to your dorm. It's not by house since only a few are attending, you will all share a dorm." Cho Chang followed Dumboldore as they walked silently down the halls of the magical school. Hogwarts. the familiar smells filled Cho's lungs. Her parents had been happy when she had told them the news, yes, indeed. They wanted her to have the best and knew that it was a place of safety for the coming year.
"Here we are." Professor Dumboldore stopped in front of a painting.
"Oh, the painting is it of." Cho began.
"The painting is of my daughter, yes." Dumboldore stated.
"I'm sorry. professor." Cho said. She had mentioned a touchy subject.
"Well. No need to be sorry. In fact, there's not much to be sorry for. The password is charmed three," Dumboldore said. "I have to go now, the other girls should arrive soon."
"Yes, professor. Thank you," Cho said cheerfully.
"You're welcome," Dumboldore said as he backed away from the painting and left. Cho stood for a moment, admiring the features of the lady in the painting. She had long light brown hair that was wavy but her eyes. they where an intense dark cinnamon color. They drew you in and had you wanting to find out the mystery behind those eyes. The girl smiled down and Cho.
"You must be the one. oh yes. Father told me about you. Charmed to meet you, Miss. Chang." The girl examined Cho carefully looking almost into her soul with her beautiful eyes, "Password?"
"Password?" for a moment, Cho seemed confused then she realized what the painting was asking her for, "oh, yes, the password. Charmed three." The painting door swung open.
~~~~~1~~~~~
Hermione walked into the living room of her apartment. She sighed into the empty room. Her apartment was empty, with the exception of her new owl, Marie, and her cat, Felix. Her cat ran up to her and meowed loudly asking for food. Hermione smiled knowingly. Opening a can of cat food on the counter, she looked at the cat in a loving way. The cat gave off a meow that seemed to say: I miss them too. Don't worry, we'll get through this.
Hermione laughed, "Now if I had your attitude about everything, life would be grand." But it isn't, she reminded herself inside her head. Nothing is every grand. especially not life. she thought bitterly. She set down the food and the cat walked over slowly. Hermione watched as the black cat sniffed at the food as if asking her "What the heck is this stuff?" She looked sternly at the cat "Felix, eat it. It's food." The cat stared at her with a look that said this gunk is what you call food. I'd like to see you eat it. But after seeing Hermione's look, the cat ate noisily.
Hermione sat down on the couch. Then she broke down. Tears began slipping down her rosy cheeks. The perfect color between being too pale and too tan. Mom. Dad. I wish.. I wish you were here. Hermione thought as more tears came down softly. "No. NO! I can't do this. I promised myself. I haven't cried since the accident and I won't cry now. I WON'T CRY, NOW!" she said loudly trying to convince herself. The kitten had finished with the can and was now at her feet meowing affectionately. trying to keep her calm.
(flashback)
Hermione ran down the stairs. "Mom! Dad! They're here! Everywhere!" Hermione shouted. But she was too late. She saw them. in the living room. Her parents. The death-eaters. Killing. The curses. The screams. She had managed to escape. They saw her and were coming but then they stopped. This was their first mistake, she decided. She whipped out her wand. Stunning all the death-eaters at once took a lot out of her. She stopped then with a small pop, apparrated out.
She stumbled on the street. She was out. She was free. She had abandoned her parents. Even though she knew she was adopted, she loved her parents so much.
The screams. The terror. The curses. She would never forget that night. The night that Voldermort destroyed a part of her soul. A part of her heart. A part of her life.
Hermione was panting hard as she ran down the street. Safety. She tried to apparrate somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Somewhere like.
Like Hogwarts. But everyone knew you couldn't apparrate to Hogwarts. She ran over to the street. She recognized this. It was her aunt's street. Her aunt. She ran down in search of the right house. Number 223. What would she tell them? How would she tell them? These thought flashed through her mind quickly but she pushed it all aside and knocked on the door. Her aunt opened. "Hermione. Dear. What are you doing here? Why, are you ok? You look exhausted. What happened?" her aunt questioned. Her aunt was the only one besides her in the family who knew magic. Her aunt was adopted too. She stumbled into the door before fainting.
(end flashback)
Tears were threatening to spill as she remembered that night. She let out a sigh and wrote swiftly on a piece of parchment.
Dear Aunt Maggie,
Dumboldore had requested for me to return to Hogwarts for a special meeting in two days. I have decided to go. Even though I told you that I wasn't returning, I have changed my mind. Please ask Jules to take care of my apartment.
---- Jules was Aunt Maggie's daughter ---
I will send money for rent every month. Take great care. I'll miss you and Jules dearly. I might return for winter break. Looking forward to see you again!
Bye. Owl me often. Tell Jules, I'll miss her.
Love, Hermione
P.S. You still have the key right. If you don't, owl me and I'll send it to you.
*****3*****
"Stop! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! STOP! Stop! stop. stop. please. please. oh daddy.. please." the girl whimpered. The man looked at her with his evil eye.
"YOU - YOU DISOBEYED ME! ARE YOU STILL SEEING THAT BOY!!!" the man shouted loudly. "AND DON"T CALL ME DADDY. CALLING ME THAT IS A WEAKNESS. US PARKINSONS DON'T NEED WEAKNESS. WE DON'T NEED WIMPS LIKE YOU. I OUGHT TO KILL YOU NOW!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see him again. no, no. I'm not. I'm not. I told him to leave me alone. I told him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. he. he. please. please stop. please" the girl begged as tears rolled down her eyes. In the red glow of the room you could see multiple bruises on her arms and legs.
"WELL. I BETTER NOT FIND OUT THAT YOU'VE BEEN LYING. OR YOU'LL REGRET IT. NOW SCRAM!!!" the man shouted as his eyes began twitching. The girl ran out of the room in the direction her father had pointed to. She ran into her own room. Into the comforting, familiar presence. Tears rolled down her eyes. She started crying hard. Sobs were hear but they were quiet enough that the sound wouldn't be hear outside of the room.
A woman ran into the room. "Oh, my darling. Precious. Are you ok?" the woman asked softly. The girl could only nod weakly. The woman took the girl into her arms, "my poor baby. Don't provoke him, darling. He's a caring man, but he just doesn't care for weakness." the woman smiled, "forgive him. ok. For me. Don't fight back. Your father loves you very." but she was cut off.
"If he loves me then why are there bruises all over my body? Why am I crying? Mother. it's always the same routine. He hits me. Tells me I'm a "weakness", a no good bi.bitch. oh mother. You have to leave. You have to. He's abusing you too isn't he." the girl accused.
"No. of course not. Your father isn't abusing me. You just have to understand. He's under a lot of pressure from the dark lord and everything is going so quickly." The woman smiled. I love you, my Pansy. My hope. I just wish he was as caring with you as when he is with me. George why can't you see you're hurting her so. I know you are just trying to toughen her up, but she's breaking up inside. A broken up daughter is the last thing that you need, show her the love you show me. But things are never the way you want them to be.the woman thought.
Pansy looked on ahead with a determined face. "Mother. You can go now. I'm find. Just remember. I love you. Goodbye." Pansy's mother walked out of the room. I'm escaping now. I'm escaping today. I'm going to floo soon. Floo. I'll get to Hogwarts. Safety. Everything will be find. Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow. July 8th. the girl thought happily. She lied back onto her bed thinking thought of the great moments to come and the safety that will be with her once she was inside the walls of Hogwarts.
Safe.
Wanted.
And maybe, just maybe,
Loved.
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The three girls looked at each other. "You want us to work together?" they all said at the same time.
"It's your choice. You can back out if you want." Dumboldore said. "A lot is resting on your shoulders. In fact the fate of the wizarding and human world."
The three looked at each other. "I'll do it," Hermione Granger said softly and stepped forward.
"Well, I can do anything that Granger can. I'm in," Pansy sneered at Hermione. Hermione gave Pansy a cold stare.
"Since everyone else in doing this, I guess I'm in too!" Cho Change said with a serene voice.
"Well done girls. You have past the first test. You will be trained by my granddaughter, Jewel Dumboldore," Dumboldore stated.
Hermione did a kick flip in the air and landed gracefully. "You ready," she asked and motioned Pansy towards her with her hands.
"I'm as ready as I've ever been." Pansy said with a smile. She got into her fighting stance.
"Good. This is your first official fighting test. Remember there are no winners or losers, it's just a match as practice. Or if you might, for stretching. This will review the lesson of defending yourself without a wand or weapon," Jewel stated and moved back to join Cho in the stands. "Ready. Fight!" The two girls bowed and were ready to start.
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************************************************************************ Author's Notes:
So, what did you think of this chapter? There's going to be a lot more action coming up. The readers play a key role in this story. You'll soon understand what I mean in the coming chapters. Meanwhile here's a clue:
"You are the soul person that can help them. You are the one to bring the three together and if you decide to continue this journey, good and evil things will be met by our three "heroines" - if you must call them that. Keep reading on and let the story of the past live. Don't forget you have chosen these doors, you have entered, and now you must finish what you have begun. The past is calling to you and you are the key to the future. You are the light and the hope that this story will be made known to the world. This is vital in your time, vital for your world's survival for history always repeats itself.
Don't forget, the end is coming and without your help.
.all will be lost"
J.H. STAR
************************************************************************
I also may not be updating for a while after chapter 3 because I'm busy with a special science project for the this week (4/7 - 4/11). Then after that I'll try to fit in chapters 4 and 5 since I have a week off as spring break. Maybe I'll even fit in chapter 6. Then my science project will continue on for the week after that (4/17 - 2/21). After that's over, I'll have more time to write more. Thanks. I hope you understand for my lack of updates this week.
REVIEW!!!! Please to let me know your opinions!