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Here ya all go! Chapter 3!
CHAPTER 3.
"Ern? Where we supposed to drop 'er off? She said nuffink." The still spotty twenty-three year old asked.
"'Ow am I supposed ter know? 'Ow old she look?" Grunted Ern.
"'Bout seventeen I fink. Maybe older." Said Ern, uncertainly.
"Well let's drop er off at 'Ogwarts. There's a bloke goin' there too. He'll know what to do."
"All right."
***
Groggily Hermione woke up and caught a few dregs of a conversation between the driver and conductor. A pair of sharp black eyes from the back watched as she stirred and sat up. Pushing her damp hair out of her eyes, Hermione looked out of the window. Rows of black trees stood guard for rows of houses. Making sure she didn't move her hurt arm Hermione looked around her. The two beds behind her were being slept in and the bed in the back right was too dark to clearly see if it had an occupant or not. The strangeness of her predicament struck her. Her mother had just been murdered, she herself had been beaten, by her father no less, and yet she was sitting calmly in a purple triple decker bus wondering about who was sleeping in another bed.
Hermione was amazed at the lack of emotion she was feeling. It was almost like she had gone through so much pain it had all just frozen. Ice had taken the place of her lifeblood. Coldly she watched as the spotty conductor sat on the bed next to her and asked where she was going.
"Hogwarts." Turning back to the window Hermione listened with one ear as he congratulated the driver for some guess he had made about her.
"When will we arrive there?" Her voice, oddly devoid of any emotion, a fact that did not pass the notice of the occupant of the back right bed, seemed to shut Stan up.
"In a few minutes Miss. Can I get you anyfink?" Rather than answer, Hermione closed her eyes and let the mindless chatter of Ernie and Stan wash over her.
***
"Miss? We're here. Thank you for travellin' wiv the Knight Bus." The bus had stopped just millimetres from Hogwart's gates. Hermione picked up her bag and wordlessly stepped down from the bus. Another pair of feet lightly stepped down onto the dusty path, which led directly to Hogwart's main entrance. Not paying any attention to the footfalls behind her Hermione walked around the bus and opened the gates, just managing to squeeze through the gates Hermione shifted her bag to a more comfortable position, in doing so she jostled her arms. Eyes watering from the pain, Hermione stopped and breathed deeply, willing the pain to go away.
"Miss Granger?" The questioning tone of Professor Severus Snape drifted to Hermione's ears.
"Professor Snape." Answered Hermione curtly.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes." As though he sensed that something was amiss from her sharp answer Snape hurried. His much taller form quickly caught up with Hermione, who despite her long legs had quite a slow gait, and he then looked down.
In the early morning light he looked almost human. His angular face held none of the contempt and disdain it usually held. Eyes normally hard and icy were filled with concern. Even with concealment charms, Hermione did not look at the peak of her health.
All of a sudden Hermione felt a warm fluid run down her face. With her face creased from the pain of her arm and from her bag bouncing on bruises, the scab above her eye had crinkled and broke. Although the charm prevented Snape from seeing the actual cut, it didn't stop him from seeing the blood spurting from the gaping gash. Without thinking he put his hand out and carefully touched her brow.
And quickly jerked it back to his robed side.
His brow creased in confusion. He had felt multiple charms covering her face. As Hermione saw him get his wand out she knew instantly that he had felt the presence of the concealment charms.
"No. Don't." However her whispered pleas were too late. Snape's softly whispered words had destroyed the charms.
"What the hell has happened to you?" His black eyes were wide in shock.
"It's none of your business!" Snapped Hermione. She dug in her pockets and found a tissue. Dabbing gently at the cut she hurried to the castle.
"All right then. I'll put it differently. Who did this to you? I doubt you fell." Her steps faltered.
"My dad." Without waiting to hear Snape's response to her short answer, Hermione regained her momentum and carried on to the castle
After what seemed like an eternity but was more like ten minutes Hermione pushed open the doors. She knew that Snape was just a few paces behind her so Hermione left the doors wide open. The entrance hall was empty save for a few house elves dusting down several statues. Ignoring the curious stares of the elves Hermione rushed up the main stairway and up to the Gryffindor common room. Settling back against the headboard of her bed, Hermione opened the envelope she had found on her drawers.
***
'Dearest Hermione,
If you're reading this letter I'm probably dead. If I'm still alive then you won't be reading this. I'll have destroyed it.
I'm sorry if I've seemed distant lately but I've been so worried about everything. Especially about you.
The reason I wanted you out of the house today was so that I could give your father the divorce papers. All I can say is that I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner. I'm also sorry that I haven't told you about Adam. I met him at the surgery a while ago and well things just went on from there. If George signs the papers both you and I can move in with Adam as soon as possible. Of course if you're reading this...
I'm sorry I've failed you sweetheart, but don't you ever forget that I love you with all of my heart. I'm sorry I never stopped George, but I'm so scared. I'm sorry for a lot of other things but remember that no matter what happens I'll always love you. No matter what.
Mum.'
The ink was blurred in places from tears. Hermione's own tears joined those of her mothers.
******
Okay, the ending absolutely stinks and I apologise. I'm also sorry for, the totally tacky, corny, clichéd letter, though I did actually ask my mum what she'd say and most of this is actually her words. So now the not-mystery of why Mr. Granger called Mrs. Granger a slut is over. So review! I promise to take really good care of them! No reviews are ever used in scientific experiments. So donate one today!
-x-Kylaia-x-
CHAPTER 3.
"Ern? Where we supposed to drop 'er off? She said nuffink." The still spotty twenty-three year old asked.
"'Ow am I supposed ter know? 'Ow old she look?" Grunted Ern.
"'Bout seventeen I fink. Maybe older." Said Ern, uncertainly.
"Well let's drop er off at 'Ogwarts. There's a bloke goin' there too. He'll know what to do."
"All right."
***
Groggily Hermione woke up and caught a few dregs of a conversation between the driver and conductor. A pair of sharp black eyes from the back watched as she stirred and sat up. Pushing her damp hair out of her eyes, Hermione looked out of the window. Rows of black trees stood guard for rows of houses. Making sure she didn't move her hurt arm Hermione looked around her. The two beds behind her were being slept in and the bed in the back right was too dark to clearly see if it had an occupant or not. The strangeness of her predicament struck her. Her mother had just been murdered, she herself had been beaten, by her father no less, and yet she was sitting calmly in a purple triple decker bus wondering about who was sleeping in another bed.
Hermione was amazed at the lack of emotion she was feeling. It was almost like she had gone through so much pain it had all just frozen. Ice had taken the place of her lifeblood. Coldly she watched as the spotty conductor sat on the bed next to her and asked where she was going.
"Hogwarts." Turning back to the window Hermione listened with one ear as he congratulated the driver for some guess he had made about her.
"When will we arrive there?" Her voice, oddly devoid of any emotion, a fact that did not pass the notice of the occupant of the back right bed, seemed to shut Stan up.
"In a few minutes Miss. Can I get you anyfink?" Rather than answer, Hermione closed her eyes and let the mindless chatter of Ernie and Stan wash over her.
***
"Miss? We're here. Thank you for travellin' wiv the Knight Bus." The bus had stopped just millimetres from Hogwart's gates. Hermione picked up her bag and wordlessly stepped down from the bus. Another pair of feet lightly stepped down onto the dusty path, which led directly to Hogwart's main entrance. Not paying any attention to the footfalls behind her Hermione walked around the bus and opened the gates, just managing to squeeze through the gates Hermione shifted her bag to a more comfortable position, in doing so she jostled her arms. Eyes watering from the pain, Hermione stopped and breathed deeply, willing the pain to go away.
"Miss Granger?" The questioning tone of Professor Severus Snape drifted to Hermione's ears.
"Professor Snape." Answered Hermione curtly.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes." As though he sensed that something was amiss from her sharp answer Snape hurried. His much taller form quickly caught up with Hermione, who despite her long legs had quite a slow gait, and he then looked down.
In the early morning light he looked almost human. His angular face held none of the contempt and disdain it usually held. Eyes normally hard and icy were filled with concern. Even with concealment charms, Hermione did not look at the peak of her health.
All of a sudden Hermione felt a warm fluid run down her face. With her face creased from the pain of her arm and from her bag bouncing on bruises, the scab above her eye had crinkled and broke. Although the charm prevented Snape from seeing the actual cut, it didn't stop him from seeing the blood spurting from the gaping gash. Without thinking he put his hand out and carefully touched her brow.
And quickly jerked it back to his robed side.
His brow creased in confusion. He had felt multiple charms covering her face. As Hermione saw him get his wand out she knew instantly that he had felt the presence of the concealment charms.
"No. Don't." However her whispered pleas were too late. Snape's softly whispered words had destroyed the charms.
"What the hell has happened to you?" His black eyes were wide in shock.
"It's none of your business!" Snapped Hermione. She dug in her pockets and found a tissue. Dabbing gently at the cut she hurried to the castle.
"All right then. I'll put it differently. Who did this to you? I doubt you fell." Her steps faltered.
"My dad." Without waiting to hear Snape's response to her short answer, Hermione regained her momentum and carried on to the castle
After what seemed like an eternity but was more like ten minutes Hermione pushed open the doors. She knew that Snape was just a few paces behind her so Hermione left the doors wide open. The entrance hall was empty save for a few house elves dusting down several statues. Ignoring the curious stares of the elves Hermione rushed up the main stairway and up to the Gryffindor common room. Settling back against the headboard of her bed, Hermione opened the envelope she had found on her drawers.
***
'Dearest Hermione,
If you're reading this letter I'm probably dead. If I'm still alive then you won't be reading this. I'll have destroyed it.
I'm sorry if I've seemed distant lately but I've been so worried about everything. Especially about you.
The reason I wanted you out of the house today was so that I could give your father the divorce papers. All I can say is that I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner. I'm also sorry that I haven't told you about Adam. I met him at the surgery a while ago and well things just went on from there. If George signs the papers both you and I can move in with Adam as soon as possible. Of course if you're reading this...
I'm sorry I've failed you sweetheart, but don't you ever forget that I love you with all of my heart. I'm sorry I never stopped George, but I'm so scared. I'm sorry for a lot of other things but remember that no matter what happens I'll always love you. No matter what.
Mum.'
The ink was blurred in places from tears. Hermione's own tears joined those of her mothers.
******
Okay, the ending absolutely stinks and I apologise. I'm also sorry for, the totally tacky, corny, clichéd letter, though I did actually ask my mum what she'd say and most of this is actually her words. So now the not-mystery of why Mr. Granger called Mrs. Granger a slut is over. So review! I promise to take really good care of them! No reviews are ever used in scientific experiments. So donate one today!
-x-Kylaia-x-