It's
Dejavu All Over Again
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NOTHING!!!! Except the plot!!!
Summary: Hermione's 20 years old and she's running
away from her past. Everything seemed to go wrong in her 7th year. What if she
had a chance to change her past...to be with that one 'someone' that's been
haunting her thoughts...what would she do? Change?
A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! I have re-written it, and I hope those people who have read or are reading right now, find out that I have re-written this chapter!!!
Chapter Nine: Look sir, its Trouble DEAD AHEAD!!!!!
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"I don't know." Replied Hermione. "I don't know. . ."
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"Poor Hermione. . ." Ginny sighed. "Come on, we need to go to the Sorting Banquet. No time to change. Congrats on making Head Girl this year. Well sortta. . .you know Ferret Boy is Head Boy. . .and that you're going to have to share a common room with him?"
"WHAT?!?" Hermione stopped in her tracks and screamed, making people turn heads to see what was up. "H-h-h-ow? When? No."
"Yes. I'm guessing you didn't know that. . .oh dear, here comes ferret boy himself."
"Well, well, well. . .you must have said something real bad to make Granger scream like that, little Weasel."
Ginny snorted and laughed. "Yeah, I did. . .I told her that you were Head Boy. . ."
"Oh. Whatever." He rolled his eyes and looked Hermione in the eyes. "I expect you to be my servant by the end of this week—cus I've got 'someone's' wand. Toodles!" Draco smirked and walked off.
"You bastard!" Hermione shouted at Draco's retreating figure. He turned and waved.
"Sheeze! Hermione! Watch you language. . ." Ginny said pulling her inside the school. "You've changed. I've never heard you cuss before."
"Oh yeah? Well, get used to it." Hermione retorted.
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Sitting down at the Griffindor Table made Hermione stop and think about her school days. . .well, her past school days. Everything was getting confused inside her head, everything. First of all, how in the world was she to do magic without a. . .wand??
'Damn Malfoy. . .' Hermione muttered inside her head. If looks could kill she would have fried Draco by now. . .she was staring at him with very intend and angry eyes. He just smiled and laughed at her.
"Earth to Monie, earth to Moine!" Ron said, as he waved his hand in front of her face. She grabbed it and smiled at him.
"Heyya Ron. Didn't see you there, where's Harry?"
"Right here." He said sitting down next to her. "What's wrong with you? You've been acting differently."
"Humph! Just leave me alone will you? I'm having a tough time."
"We all noticed." He rolled his eyes and grabbed a roll to eat. "So, you ready for this school year or what?"
"Yeah, I guess. . ." Hermione sighed, she was ready. Or so she thought.
Professor Dumbeldor stood up and the dining hall quieted waiting for his speech. Hermione looked at his face with a wary amusement. She knew, from fearing it before exactly what he was going to say. She didn't need to hear it, not now. It was just the beginning of her troubles. No. . .wait, she didn't know what he was going to say. Last time she had been called off by a mysterious voice. . .THERE!!! She heard it now, moaning, crying in pain. She shivered. She knew now, what exactly happened; she had gone off in search of the voice—thinking it was moaning Myrtle, but had blacked out when she went into the girl's restroom. Hermione had found herself in the Hospital Wing with a huge headache and a broken arm a week later. And it didn't stop there, nay, it got to a point where she would black out for months on end, but the Professors couldn't ever find the cause. Hermione stood up. She had to go, to find the voice that had started to haunt her thoughts. She would set things straight this time. Dumbeldor stopped his speech and stared at her with quizzical eyes. Hermione smiled, waved, and turned to walk out of the dining hall.
"Wait—" Dumbeldor said, his voice ringing off the walls. "Where do you think you're going?"
Hermione laughed. She turned while still walking towards the double doors at the entrance of the hall. She didn't know why she had this urging to be evil, but she replied. "Sir, I believe I am going to Hell, with no return. What about you?"
His eyes darkened and he frowned a little. All joy that had been in his face was gone, but there was just this cold feeling. Hermione had to giggle at that.
"Are you alright, Miss Granger?" Everybody's eyes were on Hermione.
She shrugged. "No sir, like I told you, I'm going to Hell."
Suddenly the lights in the dining hall flickered and the wailing from the voice grew louder. It seemed to be beckoning her. Her head pounded and an icy feeling drenched her body. People started to whisper, frightened. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Draco moving towards her, or it was Harry? Whoever it was he was moving slowly. . .no he might have been running.
Hermione felt Draco's arms wrap around her body, she wanted his to be, as her legs gave way. She felt paralyzed, except she could still see what was happening.
There in the middle of the dining hall, stood, well, rather floated a bloody ghost. His body mangled, torn, and shredded. His eyes focused on her and he glared. . .
Hermione sighed and she felt a soft voice in her head.
"Welcome sweet child. Welcome to the world I created. Where nightmares are forever real. When will you come to your senses, nobody knows. . .which world is real and which one isn't? Only the murder, time, will tell. . ."
Hermione shuddered, she felt cold wind blowing all around her. Where once Draco's arms wrapped tightly around her, Harry's arms replaced them. She felt dizzy, out of balance, and scared.
She was in a room when she opened her eyes, her room to be a fact. Her room in, in America. She sat up in confusion, only to find faces she hardly recognized. They all had worried looks plastered on their faces, well not the two figures in the far corner, it was more like contempt. She stared at them for a moment until she finally remembered who they were. . .Pansy and Draco. Draco looked up at her when he felt her eyes flick over him and was about to say something, but Harry took the advantage to say something to her first.
"Are you alright honey?" He rubbed his thumb back and forth on her bare shoulder. She nodded and looked back down to see what she was sitting on and what she was wearing. She was in her bed and she still wore her dress, she wore her necklace that Mama had given her. . .she sucked in a breath. She had broken it!!! So how was it still whole? Something was wrong, really wrong.
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A/N: I leave you now, I have updated this chapter. I'll be back in a few days with the next chapter! Angel of Rage is back in action! WOOHOO!!!! And oh yeah, I thank you all who have reviewed so far. I will give you your due respect at the end of the next chapter. Lot's of love.
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