These Are My Tears

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or any of the characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. The only thing I own is the plot.

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic!! Wow I really hope it turns out good. I have to admit, I'm not too great of a writer... Well anyway I'll do my best to make a (hopefully) great story! Um this is gonna be a story about Hermione mainly... Ok I'll stop now, just please review!! I want just one review, that's all, okay?

A/N: Also, I just kind of skipped the summer between 5th and 6th year, sorry. So the beginning of this story is on the train to Hogwarts for Hermione's 6th year.

Chapter 1: Meeting Again

The sun was just rising. A beautiful yellow and orange sky greeted Hermione as she grabbed her trunk and walked through the familiar brick wall.

"Watch where you're going, you filthy mudblood." A cold voice greeted her as she almost ran into somebody.

"Go away, Malfoy." Hermione said to Draco Malfoy as she shoved past him and went towards the train.

"Hermione! Over here!" She turned and saw her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley running towards her.

She smiled and gave them each a hug. "How have you two been?" She asked them.

"Not too bad..." Ron answered with half-glance at Harry, who didn't say anything. Hermione mentally smacked herself- of course Harry wasn't okay, his godfather just died a couple months ago!

Last year had been a nightmare. There was Voldemort's return, Umbridge, Dumbledore leaving temporarily, and, worst of all, Sirius' unexplained death. Hermione hadn't seen Harry since the end of last year, so she guessed he spent his time thinking about what had happened.

"Um...let's get on the train, shall we?" Hermione said, trying to seem normal. They boarded the train and found a compartment near the end that was empty.

They all sat down and tried to make conversation. Ron started up about Quidditch and Harry joined him, leaving Hermione extremely bored. She yawned for the tenth time, then started to feel drowsy. Sleep took over her.

"Help!" Hermione heard the cry, but who was it? She didn't stay around to find out. She ran, through the darkness of...where was she? That didn't matter. She had to help this person, she had to! She ran faster and faster until she found Malfoy lying on the ground screaming. Hermione turned around as she heard footsteps. A hooded figure swept towards the two and took out a knife. Malfoy ran, but Hermione was glued to the spot. The figure came closer...closer...Run, Hermione! She felt a sharp pain in her arm as the knife slid into it. She woke up screaming.

"Hermione! What happened? Are you okay?" Harry and Ron rushed over to her, frightened.

She wasn't okay. She still felt the pain in her arm and gasped as she saw her robes stained with red- her own blood. Hermione rolled up the robes on her arm and saw a huge, deep cut.

"Omigosh!" Harry saw the cut first and asked, "How the heck did you get that? Is there a nurse here?"

"I'm okay, don't worry. I'll ask Madam Pomfrey to clean it up when we get to school." Hermione tried to smile. She took out her wand and muttered a spell to clean up the blood.

*Flash*...there was Malfoy again...lying on the ground...dark....a figure swept towards him...Hermione grabbed a branch and swung it at the figure...she heard it mutter a curse...pain...dizzy...pain...and then she passed out as she met the blackness. -----------------------------------------

A/n: Do you like it? I know, it's confusing but that will be explained in the next chapter. I should update in a couple days. Please please review!!