Chapter One
Hermione woke up later then usual, rubbing the sleep from the corner of her eyes. Through the open window streamed sunlight, blurring her vision. From outside her door she heard quick footsteps, a door knob being tried, and then worried taps on her door.
"Hermione are you all right?"
Hermione glanced down at her arm, dried blood and fresh wounds decorating her pale flesh.
"Yes mother, I just slept in a little."
There was a pause on the other side of the door before her mother replied, "oh, well...you have about an hour to get up and ready. Your father wants to drive you before his afternoon appointments."
Hermione sighed and made some non-committal sound to her mother, as she walked towards her bathroom that was conveniently connected inside her room. As she stepped into the shower to wash the blood off her arms, condition her hair, and clean her body, she came to a sudden realization. She must talk to her friends. She could not wait any longer.
An hour later, fed, washed, and packed, she was in the front seat of her father's car. His conversation was light and boring, as usual. He did not notice his daughter's reclusive state, as he yammered on about which patient had which problem. As he dropped her off at the platform and bid his daughter goodbye, she turned around and looked him in the eyes.
"Will you still love me..... no matter what?"
Mr. Granger gave his daughter a confused look and nodded his head.
"Of course Hermione. Now time for you to go. You wouldn't want to miss your uh...ride...train...thingy..."
He smiled kindly at his daughter, still not able to grasp the concept of a secret platform with a magic train. Not in the slightest reassured, she forced a sickly grin on her face, and slid through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and onto platform 9 3\4.
Hermione woke up later then usual, rubbing the sleep from the corner of her eyes. Through the open window streamed sunlight, blurring her vision. From outside her door she heard quick footsteps, a door knob being tried, and then worried taps on her door.
"Hermione are you all right?"
Hermione glanced down at her arm, dried blood and fresh wounds decorating her pale flesh.
"Yes mother, I just slept in a little."
There was a pause on the other side of the door before her mother replied, "oh, well...you have about an hour to get up and ready. Your father wants to drive you before his afternoon appointments."
Hermione sighed and made some non-committal sound to her mother, as she walked towards her bathroom that was conveniently connected inside her room. As she stepped into the shower to wash the blood off her arms, condition her hair, and clean her body, she came to a sudden realization. She must talk to her friends. She could not wait any longer.
An hour later, fed, washed, and packed, she was in the front seat of her father's car. His conversation was light and boring, as usual. He did not notice his daughter's reclusive state, as he yammered on about which patient had which problem. As he dropped her off at the platform and bid his daughter goodbye, she turned around and looked him in the eyes.
"Will you still love me..... no matter what?"
Mr. Granger gave his daughter a confused look and nodded his head.
"Of course Hermione. Now time for you to go. You wouldn't want to miss your uh...ride...train...thingy..."
He smiled kindly at his daughter, still not able to grasp the concept of a secret platform with a magic train. Not in the slightest reassured, she forced a sickly grin on her face, and slid through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and onto platform 9 3\4.