You're My Only One
Chapter 5: Life
Hermione walked into her room, and threw her jacket on the bed subconsciously. She moved to sit on her bed, dropping her bag to the ground nonchalantly. Her eyes starred through everything, and her body - not really relaxed, but surrendered to the overwhelming tiredness creepy throughout her.
Meditation, something Hermione had never really been able to do, seemed like what should be right. A wall appeared in her mind, attempting to block out all thoughts of whatever went through her mind. Though this wall did not block them out, but made a display of them. There were so many, creeping and crawling across this wall that none were disguisable, but all were about the same thing.
Mind was now separate from matter; Hermione was no longer in her room, but shivering in the cold, not knowing what she wanted or what she was. The tear that trickled down her cheek did not bring her back to reality. Neither did the constant ringing that her brain did not pick up.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she picked up that her mother came in, telling her that the phone was for her. But as she saw the state Hermione was in, the phone matter was dropped, and her mother sat down next to her baby. Hermione's head was buried in her mother lap, and the tears came down again and again. Her mother knew not why she was crying, though it did not matter, sadness is not a written language.
~~~
She came. Damien knew she would, curiosity would get the better of her. Or perhaps it was the connection. The connection that was only found between entwined fates. Sitting down huffily, Hermione tried to not meet the longing gaze Damien was sending her.
"Hermione," Damien said softly, reaching out to her with his verbal action. She looked away.
It was hard, for both of them. Hermione thought about what she was doing. How could someone she knew for such a short time inflict so much pain? Now that she thought about it, this went against everything she had ever done. She had always wanted information, the need for facts often overcame her.
This reminded her of one day, last year at Hogwarts. Everything was fine, she had gone to the library to finish off some homework, nothing hard, just a transfiguration essay. She went to get a book, she had known where it was, but she didn't go to the right section. She didn't know what had come over her, but for at least half an hour she looked. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she looked for it anyway. It was like a summoning or something.
"What do you want? Want to lecture me or something? Because I'm not in the mood."
A determined look appeared on Damien's face, a look that tried not to show frustration. "Look, I think the only way I will get through to you is by being stern. I hate this, I've never done this before, it's not like I wanted to be a Knower, let alone one who is a replacement! Ever since-"
"Stop. You-you're a Knower?" Hermione finally met his gaze, but this time it was he who turned away. He had not meant to say that, but he had been up all night, and the one before going through books, hundreds of them, finding out all there was to be a Knower. His mother had wanted to take Hermione slowly, like you would normally, but the circumstances changed, and she needed a Knower now.
"I-I-I'm sorry, it's just," Damien spoke slowly, and depressingly, and suddenly Hermione felt sorry for him. "My father, I was twenty when it happened. I mean, when he died." A pang of guilt hit Hermione, and it travelled through her, reaching all nooks and crannies of her mind. While Damien felt a feeling of sadness come over him, as if someone had just painted him a cool blue, and left him in the breeze to dry. "Hermione, there are so many things, so many things you don't know. So many things I have to tell you." Tears began to sting her eyes, and she blinked them away harshly.
"Just, be strong, Hermione, be strong."
~~~
This was the book. The book she had looked for.
As soon as she was home she read it. All of it, straight through, before going back and truly understanding what it meant. What it meant for her. It took her back six years, back to her first year at Hogwarts, back before Harry and Ron. It was funny; the two people who truly understood her did not come to mind when she was in a mental crisis. Not in the least.
That night, that night when Harry and Ron were insulting her, calling her names, she had not known why she had run. It had never bothered her before, sure, she had felt an urge of hate towards them, but her feelings were, held down you could say. But still she had run, run the bathroom. Why not the dorms? She asked herself, Why not the secret passage she had accidentally found in search of a classroom? No, something had drawn her to the bathroom, and this book explained it all.
That night, there had been a death. A mysterious one, one that just, happened. Not much was known about it. But all that they knew was a man had left to go somewhere, no one knew where, and he never came back. His son and wife knew not what had happened, but they had been of a special family, with many circumstances and magic revolving around them. So they questioned it not. Not at all.
So no one knew. No one knew of the One that had just been discovered, the fourth One that century. The book was vague, but Hermione pieced it all together. She had been sad because of the death of her Knower, the man who was to guide her through everything.
~~~
"Hermione dear, what's wrong?" Her mother was so caring that it hurt Hermione.
"Oh, nothing..."
"Is it something about Harry and Ron?" Hermione's eyes widen at this. She had completely forgotten about them! And she had been getting post as well, she just didn't read it!
"Oh! Yeah, actually, yeah, that's what's wrong, I was just going to write a letter to them." A little white lie never hurt, did it?
She scampered to pick up the bundle of letters at the foot of her bed, and opened them one by one. There was one from Harry, two from Ron (one of which contained a packet of something), and... Who was this last one from? She opened that one first:
Hermione,
I hoped you liked the book, or disliked it, or anything, as long as you read it. I'm sorry, but we'll just have to cope. I won't let it take you Hermione, I won't. ~Damien
This one was discarded quickly, that was not something she felt like going into.
Hermione!
How are you? Unfortunately I'm still at the Dursley's, they had a huge fuss about this letter, but I got it sent all the same. I hope you've been good (and haven't played Monopoly World!), and having lots of fun! And don't be stressing over the NEWTS, OK? See you around!
Harry
Hermione grinned subconsciously as she thought of her best friend. Hermione grabbed the thinnest letter, the one from Ron, and read his scribbly handwriting:
Hermione,
Hope your summer had been great so far,
That's the understatement of the year, Hermione thought to herself.
I was wondering if you want to come over to the Burrow? I thought you could get here a bit before Harry comes, you know? Like fifth year. Anyways, hope Pig is bugging you.
Ron
The next one was a bag of Chocolate Frogs, and a few homemade muffins from Mrs. Weasley. Hermione bit into one anxiously, to find they tasted as fresh as if they were made today. The bliss of magic. The mention of Monopoly World in Harry's letter made Hermione go check on it in her trunk. It seemed fine, but in their little world, you don't always know what was going on.
Hermione thought about this. Monopoly World; the one place where no one cared if she was a One, no one cared that her Knower had died, and most of all, no one cared that for the past few days she had nearly given up on life.
A/N How do you like it???? Before my next chap. Is up I want 15 reviews! A incredibly small request!!! If you like it , dislike it, love it, hate it, REVIEW! (In other words, review no matter what) Kk, I'll stop bugging you now, so that you can review. By!
Chapter 5: Life
Hermione walked into her room, and threw her jacket on the bed subconsciously. She moved to sit on her bed, dropping her bag to the ground nonchalantly. Her eyes starred through everything, and her body - not really relaxed, but surrendered to the overwhelming tiredness creepy throughout her.
Meditation, something Hermione had never really been able to do, seemed like what should be right. A wall appeared in her mind, attempting to block out all thoughts of whatever went through her mind. Though this wall did not block them out, but made a display of them. There were so many, creeping and crawling across this wall that none were disguisable, but all were about the same thing.
Mind was now separate from matter; Hermione was no longer in her room, but shivering in the cold, not knowing what she wanted or what she was. The tear that trickled down her cheek did not bring her back to reality. Neither did the constant ringing that her brain did not pick up.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she picked up that her mother came in, telling her that the phone was for her. But as she saw the state Hermione was in, the phone matter was dropped, and her mother sat down next to her baby. Hermione's head was buried in her mother lap, and the tears came down again and again. Her mother knew not why she was crying, though it did not matter, sadness is not a written language.
~~~
She came. Damien knew she would, curiosity would get the better of her. Or perhaps it was the connection. The connection that was only found between entwined fates. Sitting down huffily, Hermione tried to not meet the longing gaze Damien was sending her.
"Hermione," Damien said softly, reaching out to her with his verbal action. She looked away.
It was hard, for both of them. Hermione thought about what she was doing. How could someone she knew for such a short time inflict so much pain? Now that she thought about it, this went against everything she had ever done. She had always wanted information, the need for facts often overcame her.
This reminded her of one day, last year at Hogwarts. Everything was fine, she had gone to the library to finish off some homework, nothing hard, just a transfiguration essay. She went to get a book, she had known where it was, but she didn't go to the right section. She didn't know what had come over her, but for at least half an hour she looked. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she looked for it anyway. It was like a summoning or something.
"What do you want? Want to lecture me or something? Because I'm not in the mood."
A determined look appeared on Damien's face, a look that tried not to show frustration. "Look, I think the only way I will get through to you is by being stern. I hate this, I've never done this before, it's not like I wanted to be a Knower, let alone one who is a replacement! Ever since-"
"Stop. You-you're a Knower?" Hermione finally met his gaze, but this time it was he who turned away. He had not meant to say that, but he had been up all night, and the one before going through books, hundreds of them, finding out all there was to be a Knower. His mother had wanted to take Hermione slowly, like you would normally, but the circumstances changed, and she needed a Knower now.
"I-I-I'm sorry, it's just," Damien spoke slowly, and depressingly, and suddenly Hermione felt sorry for him. "My father, I was twenty when it happened. I mean, when he died." A pang of guilt hit Hermione, and it travelled through her, reaching all nooks and crannies of her mind. While Damien felt a feeling of sadness come over him, as if someone had just painted him a cool blue, and left him in the breeze to dry. "Hermione, there are so many things, so many things you don't know. So many things I have to tell you." Tears began to sting her eyes, and she blinked them away harshly.
"Just, be strong, Hermione, be strong."
~~~
This was the book. The book she had looked for.
As soon as she was home she read it. All of it, straight through, before going back and truly understanding what it meant. What it meant for her. It took her back six years, back to her first year at Hogwarts, back before Harry and Ron. It was funny; the two people who truly understood her did not come to mind when she was in a mental crisis. Not in the least.
That night, that night when Harry and Ron were insulting her, calling her names, she had not known why she had run. It had never bothered her before, sure, she had felt an urge of hate towards them, but her feelings were, held down you could say. But still she had run, run the bathroom. Why not the dorms? She asked herself, Why not the secret passage she had accidentally found in search of a classroom? No, something had drawn her to the bathroom, and this book explained it all.
That night, there had been a death. A mysterious one, one that just, happened. Not much was known about it. But all that they knew was a man had left to go somewhere, no one knew where, and he never came back. His son and wife knew not what had happened, but they had been of a special family, with many circumstances and magic revolving around them. So they questioned it not. Not at all.
So no one knew. No one knew of the One that had just been discovered, the fourth One that century. The book was vague, but Hermione pieced it all together. She had been sad because of the death of her Knower, the man who was to guide her through everything.
~~~
"Hermione dear, what's wrong?" Her mother was so caring that it hurt Hermione.
"Oh, nothing..."
"Is it something about Harry and Ron?" Hermione's eyes widen at this. She had completely forgotten about them! And she had been getting post as well, she just didn't read it!
"Oh! Yeah, actually, yeah, that's what's wrong, I was just going to write a letter to them." A little white lie never hurt, did it?
She scampered to pick up the bundle of letters at the foot of her bed, and opened them one by one. There was one from Harry, two from Ron (one of which contained a packet of something), and... Who was this last one from? She opened that one first:
Hermione,
I hoped you liked the book, or disliked it, or anything, as long as you read it. I'm sorry, but we'll just have to cope. I won't let it take you Hermione, I won't. ~Damien
This one was discarded quickly, that was not something she felt like going into.
Hermione!
How are you? Unfortunately I'm still at the Dursley's, they had a huge fuss about this letter, but I got it sent all the same. I hope you've been good (and haven't played Monopoly World!), and having lots of fun! And don't be stressing over the NEWTS, OK? See you around!
Harry
Hermione grinned subconsciously as she thought of her best friend. Hermione grabbed the thinnest letter, the one from Ron, and read his scribbly handwriting:
Hermione,
Hope your summer had been great so far,
That's the understatement of the year, Hermione thought to herself.
I was wondering if you want to come over to the Burrow? I thought you could get here a bit before Harry comes, you know? Like fifth year. Anyways, hope Pig is bugging you.
Ron
The next one was a bag of Chocolate Frogs, and a few homemade muffins from Mrs. Weasley. Hermione bit into one anxiously, to find they tasted as fresh as if they were made today. The bliss of magic. The mention of Monopoly World in Harry's letter made Hermione go check on it in her trunk. It seemed fine, but in their little world, you don't always know what was going on.
Hermione thought about this. Monopoly World; the one place where no one cared if she was a One, no one cared that her Knower had died, and most of all, no one cared that for the past few days she had nearly given up on life.
A/N How do you like it???? Before my next chap. Is up I want 15 reviews! A incredibly small request!!! If you like it , dislike it, love it, hate it, REVIEW! (In other words, review no matter what) Kk, I'll stop bugging you now, so that you can review. By!