Oh, my god! I did it again! I am really sorry about that. Its just that life has been, like, really busy for the past few days because I have this major biology test coming up tomorrow, but I still really want to get as many of these out as possible, so, like, I am going to try really really hard to post another chapter tonight, but I'm not certain how successful I will be. So, like, please continue to review because it totally makes my day, and I want to give giant chocolate frog kisses to the spectacular people who review!!! ENJOY!!!
The fateful day finally arrived. It was exactly three weeks until the day that school was to start for the majority of the students and Hermione was really excited about going to her beloved school Hogwarts before almost any one else was there, even her two best friends. So she was up bright and early and completely packed well before her father stumbled blearily out of his room and shouted at her to get ready for her freak school. He seemed rather affronted when a chipper and bright-eyed Hermione immediately stepped out of her room with a smile on her face and all of her belongings packed into one heavy trunk which he did not help her lug down the stairs but instead smirked when she almost dropped it. Hermione though about saying goodbye to her mother, since she would not see her until summer vacation most likely, but she had had a really late, or early, night, depending on how you looked at it, but in any case she didn't think her mother would be very receptive of farewells and Hermione was not in the mood to get something thrown at her which was often what happened when her mother was awoken when she didn't want to be.
So Hermione and her irritated and grouchy father left for King's Cross Station, where she would board the Hogwart's Express. Somewhere on the train would be the Head Boy, but the train was so big that she rather doubted she would find out who the Head Boy was until she was actually at the school. Hell, she might not even know who he was until they were both settled into the rooms late tonight. But that was hours in the future and Hermione didn't feel like thinking so far ahead. Instead, she reclined her car seat, much to the disapproval of her father, who glared at her and cuffed her on the side of her head, and tried to make the best of the long tense silent journey all the way to the train.
At last the journey was over and Hermione could not wait to get out of the car and away from her father. Usually, for the past six years, her drive to the station had been accompanied by blistering lectures about how much of a freak she was and how grateful she should be that he even deemed her good enough to pay for her schooling and clothing and put a roof over her head during the summer and all sorts of cruel bile but this time he was close lipped and not talking. He even refused to look at her, after that one quick punch. Hermione almost wished that he would hit her again, because then at least he would acknowledge her existence. But when they got the place where her father usually stopped the car and got her trunk out, this time he left the motor running and told her roughly that in three minutes, her shit would have to be out of the trunk or he would be pulling away with it and she would not have stuff for school, because he would be damned if he was going to send things to her because she was too lazy to get it herself. By the time he was through with his instructions, the most words that he had spoken to her since the beginning of the summer, practically, Hermione had her trunk on the curb.
But her father had one more nasty surprise for her.
"You're 18 girl. And so you no longer need parents, and I am certainly not going to support you- or even come near you ever again. Get the hell out of my life and I don't ever want to hear of any of your kind ever again."
" But what about my stuff in my room at home?" Hermione protested.
"I am going to sell it all, so you will just have to make do with what you have and this-." Here Mr. Granger shoved a wad of bills into her hand, clearly more to assuage his guilty conscience than out of any real wish to see her provided for.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something more, but she was quickly covered with exhaust fumes as her father pulled away from her forever at a breakneck speed. She wanted to collapse and cry, but she knew that that was something that she could not afford to do because she had a train that was leaving in…oh SHIT, about a minute. Hermione leaped off of her trunk which she had sunk down on and ignoring the strange looks that she was getting from the hapless muggles who saw the girl lunking along the place to get on the train with a heavy trunk grasped in her hands she raced as fast as she could which was clearly not very fast until she got to Platform 9 and ¾ where she then burst through the seemingly solid wall until she was at the depot where the train was just about to pull away. Hermione had been very very close to getting left behind. In fact, if it hadn't been for some nice person who had seen her racing to the closing door of on of the entrance to the train, she would not have even gotten on the train and she had no idea what she would have done then. Anyways, the person had seen her and had reached out a hand to both stop the doors from closing completely and to reel her and her trunk safely into the corridor of the train, where she sat on the trunk and breathed heavily for a few seconds, having just run so much and carried a really heavy object. When she thought that she had regained enough breath to thank whoever this person was, she looked up to do so and found herself staring into the black, black irises of professor Severus Snape, the Potions Master of Hogwarts.