Hermione's Back and She's Gonna Be Trouble
A/N: Some asswhole took down my story!!!! I read the rules, there is no rule against writing in script form!!! This was not a chat room conversation!!!! I WAS NOT SPEAKING IN CHAT SPEAK!!! If you ever do that again I will personally lop off your head with a blunt axe!!! You may not like my story, but that gives you no reason to take it down for no apparent reason!!! UGH, I HATE PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!! Enough of my ranting one with the purely insane story I wrote for fun... *mutters something about having 84 reviews, before the story was taken down* But first the one and only disclaimer... Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Fan fiction does... Stupid git's! I can't even own my own story... *pouts*
Chapter One: Boo Boo
Hermione was in the attic surveying the battle field. Books were scattered everywhere, mountains of boxes towered over her almost stacked to the ceiling, the floor creaked under her, and the dim light barely made it through the dirty windows. "What fun," she smiled sarcastically.
Although, she was the one who picked the task, she wanted to clean it so when she got back from her last year at Hogwarts she could use it for a library. First she scrubbed the windows so the light went through, which made it easier to see, and then for the remainder of the day she sorted of boxes and threw out paper. In fact for the next three days that's exactly what she did. Finally things had started to turn around, one box was left, the floor was shining, and the light shone through the gleaming windows.
This was not the attic she remembered. It was now cozy and relaxing. One box was left, and she would be done. She opened it, but already new what was inside, because it said on the side of the box in big black letter's 'Hermione's Toy's'.
All her old childhood memories were trapped in that box, and when she opened it they all came flooding back. On the very top was a pink teddy bear, a little faded over the years, but still pink. She remembered that this was her first teddy bear, and she got it the day she was born. Now it had a chipped eye, and a little tear in the back.
She remembered holding it on sad day's, crying into it, and all her problems would melt away. She picked it up and held it close. Then she heard the sound of a pin drop. Only it wasn't a pin, but a ring. A silver ring with the letters H G, on it. She slid it on her finger. It must have been a gift she never found before. 'H G' she thought,'it must be my initials'. The rest of the stuff in the box was just junk so she brought it to the garage for the upcoming yard sale.
"Finished already dear," Mrs. Granger inquired. Hermione made her way down the stairs, into the kitchen.
"Yes, it looks so nice up there, I can't wait until me year is over!" Hermione squealed. By now she completely forgot about the ring.
"Oh come on, you really don't mean that do you, that school is like your second home. And there is no that I will let you sit up there and read your years away," Mr. Granger told her.
Hermione spent the rest of her day trying to finish essay's and assignments that had to be done over the holidays. That night just after dinner Hermione was watching television with her father when a tap came on the window. A very old looking owl was hovering outside. Quickly she let it in. It loomed over them before finally dropping the package and gliding out again. The package hit the floor with a large thunk.
"Well that was interesting, what's inside it dear," Mr. Granger probed.
"It's from Hogwarts," enlightened Hermione. "I made Head Girl!" She was now jumping up and down with excitement. And her father soon joined her. She ripped open the rest of the package.
It was a silver ring, with the letter's H G inscribed on it. She stopped. It wasn't until then she remembered her ring. Her heart stopped.
"What's the matter dear?" Mr. Granger had just noticed his daughters' desolated expression. She lifted her hand to his face. He gasped. "Where did you find that?"
"In the attic! Now I think you have some explaining to do!" Hermione yelled. "Like how did it get into my bear? Or how about where it came from?" She was almost in tears.
"Well, we- ugh," Mr. Granger was at loss for words.
"What is going on in here?" Mrs. Granger now appeared in the room with a very confused expression on her face.
"I found your ring!" Hermione spat and threw it at her mom. She pushed past them and ran into her room. She fell on her bed in a crying heap. She could hear the voices down stairs.
"Why couldn't we have told her?" Mrs. Granger queried.
"You know why," Her father snapped. "We weren't even going to let her go to that bloody school. If you-know-who found us we would have all been dead!"
"But we let her go, now she needs to know the truth!" Mrs. Granger ranted. "How would you feel, if you found out that you were a pureblood, after all these years of being teased by a stupid prat! If she only knew who she was! You know we lied to her? She could hold this against us forever!"
"But she doesn't know, and that's the way it's going to say!" her father blared.
Hermione sat up crying, she was a pureblood and she knew it. After all these years of teasing, Malfoy wouldn't have had anything on her! Her parents weren't going to tell her anything, and right now she didn't want to stay and hear their bickering. She grabbed her latest birthday present, a bag that can carry amount and still be light as a feather.
"Ok now Hermione grab your stuff and get out," she told herself. She grabbed her Hogwarts stuff, and money, both Muggle and Wizard. She crept out, still hearing the shouts from the living room.
"How are we going to explain this! I'm going to talk to her she must be a mess!" she heard her mother moving up the stairs.
"Bloody hell, Hermione how are you going to get out of this one?" She looked over towards her window. A smile played across her lips. She heard the handle turn just as she climbed over the sill. Quickly she climbed down the tree and hid behind it's giant trunk.
She heard her mother run out of her room, deciding the coast was clear she ran. It wasn't.
"Hermione wait!" her mother called from the attic. She ran harder unaware of where she was heading. She heard the front door open and several cries for her to come back. She ran as far as she could, until she could run no more.
She remembered Harry saying something about a bus appearing when sparks flew from his wand in their third year. Swiftly she tore out her wand and making it spark. A few minutes later a giant bus fell from the sky.
"Hermione!" She turned to see her father running down her street.
Quickly she got into the bus, and the doors closed behind her. "Diagon Alley," she exclaimed breathlessly. And the bus took off into the sky. She could see her father slowly fading away, he had nearly caught up as the bus drove off. She payed the driver and sat close to the front. Not long after the bus stopped and she was in Diagon Alley, she thanked the bus driver and got off.
Even thought Hermione was a few blocks away she could hear the noise from the bar. In desperate need of a drink she decided that it would be the best place to go for now before she found somewhere to stay.
In the bar there was an empty seat, beside a couple who was pretty close to screwing. It was the only seat thought and she wasn't about to leave. The hours seemed to slip by, and Hermione only had one drink, slowly sipping it deep in thought. The couple would dance comeback, make out, dance, comeback, make out, dance, comeback, make out, dance, comeback, it was an endless cycle.
"Hey," a young girl was standing beside her. She managed to snap Hermione out of her day dream.
"Hello," Hermione replied, noticing it was the girl, from whom she had been sitting beside, and wondered where her boyfriend had gone.
"Do you come here often?" asked the girl.
"No, not really," Hermione replied.
"Oh, I'm from the States. My name is Raven, do you live around here?" asked Raven, she pushed her blue hair back, revealing several earing's along her ear.
"No I don't live around here, it's complicated," Hermione focused her attention to her glass.
"What's your name?" Raven urged.
"Hermione," she replied. "I think," she added quickly.
"How can you not no your own name?" Raven asked, with a rather confused face.
"It's complicated," Hermione answered.
"How many more complications can you have? Your location is complicated, your name is complicated, how much more complications can one girl take?" Raven beamed.
Their conversation went on for a bit more, and Hermione began to warm up to her new companion. Ravens' boyfriend returned and she introduced Deryck to her. The night dragged on, and Hermione and Raven talked none stop. Hermione explained her currant situation to Raven, while feeling unusual telling a complete and utter stranger her life stories. This kind of made her think about hair dressers in some odd way, she always hated the fact that they could open her up and read, her like some novel.
"Where are you staying?" Raven finally asked.
"Um, I'm not exactly sure. I should actually go and do that know, before all the hotels close," Hermione got up and pulled on her jacket.
"Don't be silly, they all closed already. It's around one!" Raven laughed.
"Crap, now where am I gonna stay?" Hermione stared blankly at her empty glass.
"You can stay with me," Raven offered.
"You? But I-" Hermione started.
"No but's your stayin' with me!" Raven declared.
Hermione groaned, as she was involuntarily pushed out of the bar. "I don't want to be a burden" she complained, practically being dragged down the street.
"Don't even think that way," Raven scolded her.
In a back alley there was a large black tire, Hermione recognized it as a portkey. All three ended up in another back alley. She watched some cars whiz by.
"How come their driving like that?" Hermione asked.
"Like what?" Deryck asked. It was the first thing he said to her all night.
"The wheel is on the wrong side of the car," Hermione answered as she followed Raven and her boyfriend out onto the street.
"It's normal, that's the way we drive," Raven replied.
"Oh."
Raven Guided Hermione into an apartment building in a small street. Even thought it was past two in the morning people were still roaming the streets. Deryck had parted with them after the second street they crossed. Raven explained that they lived in a muggle apartment and went to all sorts of places at night.
"You can stay with me, if you want," Raven added the last part quickly.
"I could find a hotel room, it's not that much trouble," Hermione told Raven.
"That's ok, you can get a job and we'll split the rent," Raven offered.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it," Hermione thanked her.
"That's ok, but if your gonna live around here you might want to change your style. You'll get beat up in a heartbeat," Raven grinned.
"You know that hotel room is sounding better and better," Hermione smiled warmly.
"How about you just try some new stuff and see if you like it," Raven smiled.
"I'm NOT taking drugs," Hermione told her firmly.
"What do you take me for a crack head? I don't think so! I meant your clothes," Raven laughed.
"I was kind of hoping you would say that," Hermione smiled....
A/N: Flamers have already been flaming this one... I'm putting this up again, minus the conversation, so no one can get confused... I did change it a bit to make it a bit more realistic... See you when the next chapter is posted... Please review if you did before, my numbers were high before this got token down and I am a little upset at that person... But anywayzz have fun, and I'll post up my next chapter in a few days... Tough, Tough, For, Now.... Crimson Dragoness )0(
A/N: Some asswhole took down my story!!!! I read the rules, there is no rule against writing in script form!!! This was not a chat room conversation!!!! I WAS NOT SPEAKING IN CHAT SPEAK!!! If you ever do that again I will personally lop off your head with a blunt axe!!! You may not like my story, but that gives you no reason to take it down for no apparent reason!!! UGH, I HATE PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!! Enough of my ranting one with the purely insane story I wrote for fun... *mutters something about having 84 reviews, before the story was taken down* But first the one and only disclaimer... Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Fan fiction does... Stupid git's! I can't even own my own story... *pouts*
Chapter One: Boo Boo
Hermione was in the attic surveying the battle field. Books were scattered everywhere, mountains of boxes towered over her almost stacked to the ceiling, the floor creaked under her, and the dim light barely made it through the dirty windows. "What fun," she smiled sarcastically.
Although, she was the one who picked the task, she wanted to clean it so when she got back from her last year at Hogwarts she could use it for a library. First she scrubbed the windows so the light went through, which made it easier to see, and then for the remainder of the day she sorted of boxes and threw out paper. In fact for the next three days that's exactly what she did. Finally things had started to turn around, one box was left, the floor was shining, and the light shone through the gleaming windows.
This was not the attic she remembered. It was now cozy and relaxing. One box was left, and she would be done. She opened it, but already new what was inside, because it said on the side of the box in big black letter's 'Hermione's Toy's'.
All her old childhood memories were trapped in that box, and when she opened it they all came flooding back. On the very top was a pink teddy bear, a little faded over the years, but still pink. She remembered that this was her first teddy bear, and she got it the day she was born. Now it had a chipped eye, and a little tear in the back.
She remembered holding it on sad day's, crying into it, and all her problems would melt away. She picked it up and held it close. Then she heard the sound of a pin drop. Only it wasn't a pin, but a ring. A silver ring with the letters H G, on it. She slid it on her finger. It must have been a gift she never found before. 'H G' she thought,'it must be my initials'. The rest of the stuff in the box was just junk so she brought it to the garage for the upcoming yard sale.
"Finished already dear," Mrs. Granger inquired. Hermione made her way down the stairs, into the kitchen.
"Yes, it looks so nice up there, I can't wait until me year is over!" Hermione squealed. By now she completely forgot about the ring.
"Oh come on, you really don't mean that do you, that school is like your second home. And there is no that I will let you sit up there and read your years away," Mr. Granger told her.
Hermione spent the rest of her day trying to finish essay's and assignments that had to be done over the holidays. That night just after dinner Hermione was watching television with her father when a tap came on the window. A very old looking owl was hovering outside. Quickly she let it in. It loomed over them before finally dropping the package and gliding out again. The package hit the floor with a large thunk.
"Well that was interesting, what's inside it dear," Mr. Granger probed.
"It's from Hogwarts," enlightened Hermione. "I made Head Girl!" She was now jumping up and down with excitement. And her father soon joined her. She ripped open the rest of the package.
It was a silver ring, with the letter's H G inscribed on it. She stopped. It wasn't until then she remembered her ring. Her heart stopped.
"What's the matter dear?" Mr. Granger had just noticed his daughters' desolated expression. She lifted her hand to his face. He gasped. "Where did you find that?"
"In the attic! Now I think you have some explaining to do!" Hermione yelled. "Like how did it get into my bear? Or how about where it came from?" She was almost in tears.
"Well, we- ugh," Mr. Granger was at loss for words.
"What is going on in here?" Mrs. Granger now appeared in the room with a very confused expression on her face.
"I found your ring!" Hermione spat and threw it at her mom. She pushed past them and ran into her room. She fell on her bed in a crying heap. She could hear the voices down stairs.
"Why couldn't we have told her?" Mrs. Granger queried.
"You know why," Her father snapped. "We weren't even going to let her go to that bloody school. If you-know-who found us we would have all been dead!"
"But we let her go, now she needs to know the truth!" Mrs. Granger ranted. "How would you feel, if you found out that you were a pureblood, after all these years of being teased by a stupid prat! If she only knew who she was! You know we lied to her? She could hold this against us forever!"
"But she doesn't know, and that's the way it's going to say!" her father blared.
Hermione sat up crying, she was a pureblood and she knew it. After all these years of teasing, Malfoy wouldn't have had anything on her! Her parents weren't going to tell her anything, and right now she didn't want to stay and hear their bickering. She grabbed her latest birthday present, a bag that can carry amount and still be light as a feather.
"Ok now Hermione grab your stuff and get out," she told herself. She grabbed her Hogwarts stuff, and money, both Muggle and Wizard. She crept out, still hearing the shouts from the living room.
"How are we going to explain this! I'm going to talk to her she must be a mess!" she heard her mother moving up the stairs.
"Bloody hell, Hermione how are you going to get out of this one?" She looked over towards her window. A smile played across her lips. She heard the handle turn just as she climbed over the sill. Quickly she climbed down the tree and hid behind it's giant trunk.
She heard her mother run out of her room, deciding the coast was clear she ran. It wasn't.
"Hermione wait!" her mother called from the attic. She ran harder unaware of where she was heading. She heard the front door open and several cries for her to come back. She ran as far as she could, until she could run no more.
She remembered Harry saying something about a bus appearing when sparks flew from his wand in their third year. Swiftly she tore out her wand and making it spark. A few minutes later a giant bus fell from the sky.
"Hermione!" She turned to see her father running down her street.
Quickly she got into the bus, and the doors closed behind her. "Diagon Alley," she exclaimed breathlessly. And the bus took off into the sky. She could see her father slowly fading away, he had nearly caught up as the bus drove off. She payed the driver and sat close to the front. Not long after the bus stopped and she was in Diagon Alley, she thanked the bus driver and got off.
Even thought Hermione was a few blocks away she could hear the noise from the bar. In desperate need of a drink she decided that it would be the best place to go for now before she found somewhere to stay.
In the bar there was an empty seat, beside a couple who was pretty close to screwing. It was the only seat thought and she wasn't about to leave. The hours seemed to slip by, and Hermione only had one drink, slowly sipping it deep in thought. The couple would dance comeback, make out, dance, comeback, make out, dance, comeback, make out, dance, comeback, it was an endless cycle.
"Hey," a young girl was standing beside her. She managed to snap Hermione out of her day dream.
"Hello," Hermione replied, noticing it was the girl, from whom she had been sitting beside, and wondered where her boyfriend had gone.
"Do you come here often?" asked the girl.
"No, not really," Hermione replied.
"Oh, I'm from the States. My name is Raven, do you live around here?" asked Raven, she pushed her blue hair back, revealing several earing's along her ear.
"No I don't live around here, it's complicated," Hermione focused her attention to her glass.
"What's your name?" Raven urged.
"Hermione," she replied. "I think," she added quickly.
"How can you not no your own name?" Raven asked, with a rather confused face.
"It's complicated," Hermione answered.
"How many more complications can you have? Your location is complicated, your name is complicated, how much more complications can one girl take?" Raven beamed.
Their conversation went on for a bit more, and Hermione began to warm up to her new companion. Ravens' boyfriend returned and she introduced Deryck to her. The night dragged on, and Hermione and Raven talked none stop. Hermione explained her currant situation to Raven, while feeling unusual telling a complete and utter stranger her life stories. This kind of made her think about hair dressers in some odd way, she always hated the fact that they could open her up and read, her like some novel.
"Where are you staying?" Raven finally asked.
"Um, I'm not exactly sure. I should actually go and do that know, before all the hotels close," Hermione got up and pulled on her jacket.
"Don't be silly, they all closed already. It's around one!" Raven laughed.
"Crap, now where am I gonna stay?" Hermione stared blankly at her empty glass.
"You can stay with me," Raven offered.
"You? But I-" Hermione started.
"No but's your stayin' with me!" Raven declared.
Hermione groaned, as she was involuntarily pushed out of the bar. "I don't want to be a burden" she complained, practically being dragged down the street.
"Don't even think that way," Raven scolded her.
In a back alley there was a large black tire, Hermione recognized it as a portkey. All three ended up in another back alley. She watched some cars whiz by.
"How come their driving like that?" Hermione asked.
"Like what?" Deryck asked. It was the first thing he said to her all night.
"The wheel is on the wrong side of the car," Hermione answered as she followed Raven and her boyfriend out onto the street.
"It's normal, that's the way we drive," Raven replied.
"Oh."
Raven Guided Hermione into an apartment building in a small street. Even thought it was past two in the morning people were still roaming the streets. Deryck had parted with them after the second street they crossed. Raven explained that they lived in a muggle apartment and went to all sorts of places at night.
"You can stay with me, if you want," Raven added the last part quickly.
"I could find a hotel room, it's not that much trouble," Hermione told Raven.
"That's ok, you can get a job and we'll split the rent," Raven offered.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it," Hermione thanked her.
"That's ok, but if your gonna live around here you might want to change your style. You'll get beat up in a heartbeat," Raven grinned.
"You know that hotel room is sounding better and better," Hermione smiled warmly.
"How about you just try some new stuff and see if you like it," Raven smiled.
"I'm NOT taking drugs," Hermione told her firmly.
"What do you take me for a crack head? I don't think so! I meant your clothes," Raven laughed.
"I was kind of hoping you would say that," Hermione smiled....
A/N: Flamers have already been flaming this one... I'm putting this up again, minus the conversation, so no one can get confused... I did change it a bit to make it a bit more realistic... See you when the next chapter is posted... Please review if you did before, my numbers were high before this got token down and I am a little upset at that person... But anywayzz have fun, and I'll post up my next chapter in a few days... Tough, Tough, For, Now.... Crimson Dragoness )0(
