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: Ok, I'm really sorry for those who didn't get the last chapter. You're out of luck right now, cause I really don't feel like explaining anything to you people. If you like just complain about it many times and maybe I'll just and grant your wishes of un-confusing you. And if you did get the last chapter, I congratulate you. Tehe.
Last time:
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Hermione sat up, scared for the very first time it seemed. Her head pounded from the nightmare she was having. Time had frozen in her dream and had left many dimensions gapping open. She put her hand to her chest to feel her pulse but found her necklace throbbing instead. Then, two large eyes stared at her from the darkness and she found herself screaming and then being gagged by small hands. . .
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Chapter Twelve: May I introduce your inner child.
"Shhh! You mustn't wake everybody!" A child's voice whispered in the shadows.
Hermione nodded and she felt the hands releasing her mouth.
"Something wrong happened! Very wrong!" The voice said. "And you know what?! I don't really care! Weee!!!"
Hermione heard a few bumps and thumps in her room. She felt little rushes of wind blow past her. It seemed ad is the child had gone crazy.
"Who the heck are you?!" Hermione yelled and reached for her wand. Hands gagged her mouth again. Beady eyes stared at her.
"I told you not to scream. Sheesh. I've been stuck inside you for a long time, and I'm enjoying the pleasures of being released for the time being."
Hermione stared back very confused. "Huh?"
"How stupid are you? Wait—I am you. May I introduce myself. . .I am your inner child and I'm here to rant three wishes."
"Three wishes. This is insane. Who the hell are you really. Inner child? There's no such thing and an inner child."
"Well pooh. I was thinking that too, cause I am you to start off with—but then I thought about it and well, I'm your inner child weather you like it of not!"
Hermione switched on her lamp by her bed. A small girl sat on the end of it, pouting. She had long silky pink hair that was tied up into two baby ponytails. Her outfit was wild and mismatched. Everything Hermione wasn't. The little girl, she noticed, had emerald eyes, but she didn't.
Hermione chuckled. "You can not be me. I don't have emerald eyes, I don't have pink hair, and I defiantly do not dress so weirdly—"
"I know." The girl stated interrupting her. "I am your complete opposite. By the way, do not deny it any longer. I know things about you, you don't even remember. I now things that are yet to come. Reason why, I am you. And I always like my clothing taste, I don't like yours. It's so normal." Her eyes glinted with mischief. "Now, for the sake of your world, I have come up with a name because I am going to be out from your body for a short period of time. So, just call me Yellow." She laughed. "Now, back to the business at hand. I don't like that necklace and I don't like how we're split. You see, usually it's only the real person who is split, but not the inner child . The inner child is supposed to be innocent in every way to the world when she or he is displayed. Unfortunately I am split and I'm blaming it on the necklace. If it weren't for that necklace I could probably do something about it."
"Um. . ." Hermione muttered finally when an awkward silence filled the room. "I'm still not getting all of this."
a/n: This chapter is short. I wrote it at school. So sorry. Bu-bi!!!
~Angel of Rage~
