Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot…sorry for the mess up with the last chapter. In the author's note I told you that it was rated R and I rated it PG-13 when I put it up…my mistake…I'm sorry but I had to change it.

Author's Note: This chapter should be lighter. It's taking place in their sixth year. If the characters don't sound like the way JK describes them, I'm sorry. This is a fanfiction so I tweak their personality. I've gotten yelled at for doing that. That person (no names) is seriously not a true fanfiction reader. Sorry.

~orangeykisses16~

The Return of the Celtic

Chapter One

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When I looked in your eyes, I saw hurt and pain.

When I looked deep in your soul, I saw a yearning to be different.

When I looked into your mind, I saw a wanting, a needing.

And when I looked into your heart, I saw true love.

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Hermione Granger stood in front of her full size mirror, looking over herself. She was going to the Weasleys' the rest of the summer. She had a week and a half until school started and was looking forward to it a lot. She had her bags packed and her trunk was ready to go, except for the new school supplies she would need this year. She brushed through her soft brown hair. It had curls in it, but they weren't natural. Her hair looked great now that she got it taken care of in Marshall Alley a few weeks ago. They had completely gotten rid of the frizz. It was soft, and fell to a few inches below her shoulder. She had blonde highlights in it, and it accented her face perfectly. She was wearing a green striped polo shirt with dark denim hip hugger jeans. Her shoes were white with a black 'v' on the side, representing Vans. Her already thin legs looked exceptionally small in the tight jeans and loosely tied sneakers. Her already thin wrists looked even smaller with the green plastic bracelets around them. She grinned in admiration before she walked outside to her forest green PT Cruiser. Her trunk was in the trunk and she was ready to go. "Bye mom!" she shouted before she headed to the front door.

"Hold on a minute there, where do you think you're going?"

Hermione turned around and stared in horror at the sight that greeted her: her father. "A…a friends house," she said.

"I don't think so. Who's this friend of yours? Is she from that freak school of yours?"

Hermione bit her lip. She was really going to the Weasleys' house to hang out with Ron, but if she said Ginny instead, he'd find out and it'd be the devil to pay. "A friend," she said quietly, then suffered for not telling exactly who her friend was.

He roughly grabbed her by her shoulders and yelled, "TELL ME NOW, GIRL!"

"Leave her alone," her mother spoke up from the doorway.

"She has to tell me where she's going or she's not allowed to leave."

"Let her go. She's gone there for the past four years. There's no point in stopping her now."

"She can't go then."

"She's going to a boy's house. I cannot trust a sixteen year old to stay at a boy's house for a week and a half! I will not tolerate it."

"You can and you will," her mother said, almost too calmly.

"I will NOT!" he yelled fiercely.

He threw Hermione at the door with all the strength he had and rounded on her mother. "This is the last straw," he said to his wife. "You're gone."

Before Hermione or her mother could register what was happening, he had pulled out a gun and shot at her mother…three times. Rheannen Granger was dead before she hit the floor.

Sorry its short, I just thought that was an appropriate place to stop. Next chapter up soon!