Thanks for the comments people, its really appreciated. Anyway heres the next installment I hope you like. I'll also try and have the next bit up as soon as possible as long as people are interested *looks hopeful*…
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Hermione lay quietly on her bed, shielded from the world by the dark crimson curtains which surrounded her, giving precious privacy in the public conditions of boarding school life. She could still hear excited chatter, punctuated by the occasional yell or chorus of laughter floating up from the common room, but she new she wouldn't be disturbed.
Glancing down at her arm again Hermione ran her hands across the skin, entranced by the texture of the skin, fascinated by the still damp blood which caught on her fingertips, spreading over the pale surface of her forearm. She felt surprisingly calm, like she always did after one of her little 'sessions'.
"So I said, white robes are so last Yule ball" A familiar voice scoffed, followed by a chorus of giggles.
Hermione tensed, suddenly aware of the presence in her room. It was Lavender of course, and some of her friends. Sitting up she peered through a crack between the curtains, watching as the three girls began to fuss over a robe lavender had whisked out of the trunk that sat at the bottom of her bed.
"Oh Seamus will be drooling" one of the girls exclaimed excitedly as she stroked the soft fabric.
Lavender was never that excited around Hermione. In fact, they barley even talked. Not that she really wanted to discuss such trivial things as the latest wizard fashion. Or did she? Frowning Hermione grappled briefly with that thought, only to be quickly interrupted.
"Hermione?"
"Hi Lavender" Hermione said in a falsely polite voice as she pulled the curtains around her bed open roughly as she stood up. "I was just taking a nap" she explained absently as she hurried out of the room, trying to ignore the poorly muffled giggles that floated mockingly after her.
"Look at that hair …"
"I don't care" Hermione muttered under her breath, as if saying the words would give them a semblance of truth. It shouldn't bother her should it? Shaking her head Hermione rushed through the common room, not even getting a second glance from the few students still lingering as she slipped through the portrait hole, and into the darkened corridor. Quickening her pace she rushed through the maze of hallways. She knew where she was going. It was a place she visited every night.
Finally reaching her destination she stopped short, looking around warily before pushing the door slowly open, stepping into the nearly empty room. Peering around she felt a rush of excitement as her eyes rested upon the ornate mirror standing in the corner. Running over she felt a smile form on her face as she stared into the reflective glass watching as three familiar figures swam into focus behind her. Instinctively she turned around, her smile fading somewhat as she took in the cold empty room behind her. Shaking off her momentary disappointment she turned around again, grinning at the three people. "Did you miss me?" She asked as she slid down to the ground, reaching out and gently touching the cool reflection.
Of course she knew it wasn't real. And never would be. This was the mirror Harry had found in his very first year attending Hogwarts. She'd heard stories about it from both Harry and Ron, but had never expected to find it herself. And of course, she never expected to be so bewitched by what it offered.
The three figures, we're now crouched around her. Two we're older, and looked like a mother and a father. Not hers, although they seemed to accept her like one of there own. And the younger girl. She had long raven hair, with the most piercing eyes that seemed to stare right through her, prying into the depths of her mind. She did not know who they we're, she'd even looked them up, pouring over countless wizarding books, searching for a picture of this mysterious family.
The girl, who she had nicknamed Dawn was now tugging back her sleeve, revealing her blood-stained arm. "Sorry" Hermione whispered, feeling a pang of guilt as she saw the upset and worried look in the girl's eyes. "It really helps you know" she tried to reassure, smiling again as the girl wrapped her arms around Hermione, pulling her into a hug. Biting her lip Hermione imitated the movements, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. But it wasn't the same. She wanted to be hugged, comforted. She wanted to spend time with this family. Become part of the family. To be loved.
Reaching out again she pressed her hands hard against the mirror, pushing against the solid surface, trying to force her way through the barrier. But nothing happened. "Let me in" She whispered, her voice breaking as she pounded against the glass, only stopping when she noticed the thick smear of blood which shone on the mirrors surface.
Glancing down at her arm Hermione felt her heart jump as she realized she was still bleeding. Heavily. "I should clean this up" she said sheepishly, as she reached into her robe pocket, her heard sinking as she realized it was empty. "Damn" she cursed under her breath as her eyes flicked down to her wrist, then back up to the family in front of her. "I have to go" she explained, tears of sadness stinging in her eyes as she stood up shakily, only to collapse to the ground again, the world in front of her blurring. "Stay with me" she whispered urgently to the figures in the mirror, before the world around her faded to black.
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Hermione lay quietly on her bed, shielded from the world by the dark crimson curtains which surrounded her, giving precious privacy in the public conditions of boarding school life. She could still hear excited chatter, punctuated by the occasional yell or chorus of laughter floating up from the common room, but she new she wouldn't be disturbed.
Glancing down at her arm again Hermione ran her hands across the skin, entranced by the texture of the skin, fascinated by the still damp blood which caught on her fingertips, spreading over the pale surface of her forearm. She felt surprisingly calm, like she always did after one of her little 'sessions'.
"So I said, white robes are so last Yule ball" A familiar voice scoffed, followed by a chorus of giggles.
Hermione tensed, suddenly aware of the presence in her room. It was Lavender of course, and some of her friends. Sitting up she peered through a crack between the curtains, watching as the three girls began to fuss over a robe lavender had whisked out of the trunk that sat at the bottom of her bed.
"Oh Seamus will be drooling" one of the girls exclaimed excitedly as she stroked the soft fabric.
Lavender was never that excited around Hermione. In fact, they barley even talked. Not that she really wanted to discuss such trivial things as the latest wizard fashion. Or did she? Frowning Hermione grappled briefly with that thought, only to be quickly interrupted.
"Hermione?"
"Hi Lavender" Hermione said in a falsely polite voice as she pulled the curtains around her bed open roughly as she stood up. "I was just taking a nap" she explained absently as she hurried out of the room, trying to ignore the poorly muffled giggles that floated mockingly after her.
"Look at that hair …"
"I don't care" Hermione muttered under her breath, as if saying the words would give them a semblance of truth. It shouldn't bother her should it? Shaking her head Hermione rushed through the common room, not even getting a second glance from the few students still lingering as she slipped through the portrait hole, and into the darkened corridor. Quickening her pace she rushed through the maze of hallways. She knew where she was going. It was a place she visited every night.
Finally reaching her destination she stopped short, looking around warily before pushing the door slowly open, stepping into the nearly empty room. Peering around she felt a rush of excitement as her eyes rested upon the ornate mirror standing in the corner. Running over she felt a smile form on her face as she stared into the reflective glass watching as three familiar figures swam into focus behind her. Instinctively she turned around, her smile fading somewhat as she took in the cold empty room behind her. Shaking off her momentary disappointment she turned around again, grinning at the three people. "Did you miss me?" She asked as she slid down to the ground, reaching out and gently touching the cool reflection.
Of course she knew it wasn't real. And never would be. This was the mirror Harry had found in his very first year attending Hogwarts. She'd heard stories about it from both Harry and Ron, but had never expected to find it herself. And of course, she never expected to be so bewitched by what it offered.
The three figures, we're now crouched around her. Two we're older, and looked like a mother and a father. Not hers, although they seemed to accept her like one of there own. And the younger girl. She had long raven hair, with the most piercing eyes that seemed to stare right through her, prying into the depths of her mind. She did not know who they we're, she'd even looked them up, pouring over countless wizarding books, searching for a picture of this mysterious family.
The girl, who she had nicknamed Dawn was now tugging back her sleeve, revealing her blood-stained arm. "Sorry" Hermione whispered, feeling a pang of guilt as she saw the upset and worried look in the girl's eyes. "It really helps you know" she tried to reassure, smiling again as the girl wrapped her arms around Hermione, pulling her into a hug. Biting her lip Hermione imitated the movements, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. But it wasn't the same. She wanted to be hugged, comforted. She wanted to spend time with this family. Become part of the family. To be loved.
Reaching out again she pressed her hands hard against the mirror, pushing against the solid surface, trying to force her way through the barrier. But nothing happened. "Let me in" She whispered, her voice breaking as she pounded against the glass, only stopping when she noticed the thick smear of blood which shone on the mirrors surface.
Glancing down at her arm Hermione felt her heart jump as she realized she was still bleeding. Heavily. "I should clean this up" she said sheepishly, as she reached into her robe pocket, her heard sinking as she realized it was empty. "Damn" she cursed under her breath as her eyes flicked down to her wrist, then back up to the family in front of her. "I have to go" she explained, tears of sadness stinging in her eyes as she stood up shakily, only to collapse to the ground again, the world in front of her blurring. "Stay with me" she whispered urgently to the figures in the mirror, before the world around her faded to black.
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