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Chapter 3: Speaking to the Atmosphere
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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. The song doesn't belong to me. I don't own anything except the words that
I put down, and maybe the plot.
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Hermione felt a tear slide down her cheek. She knew she wasn't awake. She knew her mother was not there.
Unwillingly, Hermione opened her eyes to the empty bedroom. It was just as it had been when Hermione fell unconscience.
Books littered the floor with stuffed animals here and there. Her wand lay on the bedside drawer, untouched. Her trunk
was in the corner, it's top thrown open. Robes lay hanging off the side. 'Just as I left it,' she thought
Judging by the silence, she was the only one home. "They've probably gone dancing, or eating out without me
again." she said aloud. "I guess I'll just talk to you the only thing that will at least listen." She was staring
straight ahead, it seemed she was talking to the air...or the wall at least. Over the next hour, she poured her
soul out the the air.
"What did I do for them to hate me? Why do they treat me the way they do?" tears were now strewn all over her
face. "I love them, why isn't the favour returned. Is it so hard to love your own flesh and blood? Is it that hard?
Maybe if I leave.... maybe if I leave they will realise how much I mean to them.... If I leave...." With this thought,
Hermione fell asleep, but to no more dreams of Voldemort, or her mother. Dreams of a boy who made her happy. A boy
who made her tummy flutter and her pulse race. If only he knew, that boy with the blonde hair.
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A/N: Okay, that was a super short chapter. I think I have, like, this disease that disables me from writing long
chapters. I hope not. Cuz then...well I don't know what would happen if I wrote short chapters for this WHOLE fic.
I didn't like this chapter much... no point except that Hermione was talking to the air *snicker*.. ah well, I better
not laugh at what I wrote. Well review and tell me what you think of this chapter...and the whole fic why not. Thanks
Paperflowers and Demented Bunny for the reviews, loved them and keep them coming!
Whisper
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Chapter 3: Speaking to the Atmosphere
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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. The song doesn't belong to me. I don't own anything except the words that
I put down, and maybe the plot.
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^
Hermione felt a tear slide down her cheek. She knew she wasn't awake. She knew her mother was not there.
Unwillingly, Hermione opened her eyes to the empty bedroom. It was just as it had been when Hermione fell unconscience.
Books littered the floor with stuffed animals here and there. Her wand lay on the bedside drawer, untouched. Her trunk
was in the corner, it's top thrown open. Robes lay hanging off the side. 'Just as I left it,' she thought
Judging by the silence, she was the only one home. "They've probably gone dancing, or eating out without me
again." she said aloud. "I guess I'll just talk to you the only thing that will at least listen." She was staring
straight ahead, it seemed she was talking to the air...or the wall at least. Over the next hour, she poured her
soul out the the air.
"What did I do for them to hate me? Why do they treat me the way they do?" tears were now strewn all over her
face. "I love them, why isn't the favour returned. Is it so hard to love your own flesh and blood? Is it that hard?
Maybe if I leave.... maybe if I leave they will realise how much I mean to them.... If I leave...." With this thought,
Hermione fell asleep, but to no more dreams of Voldemort, or her mother. Dreams of a boy who made her happy. A boy
who made her tummy flutter and her pulse race. If only he knew, that boy with the blonde hair.
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A/N: Okay, that was a super short chapter. I think I have, like, this disease that disables me from writing long
chapters. I hope not. Cuz then...well I don't know what would happen if I wrote short chapters for this WHOLE fic.
I didn't like this chapter much... no point except that Hermione was talking to the air *snicker*.. ah well, I better
not laugh at what I wrote. Well review and tell me what you think of this chapter...and the whole fic why not. Thanks
Paperflowers and Demented Bunny for the reviews, loved them and keep them coming!