A/N: Hey guys. Thanks for yout reviews. They're great. This is a very mild 4th chapter but I was in a real rush. I can't go onto the computer on weekdays you see....
Chapter 4
Nights were peaceful now. No more thumping. No more nightmares. Hermione and her little dragon would sit at the window and look at the stars, trying to figure out what patterns they made. It was amazing.
" Myknee," Leigha whispered. " Look at that one, it looks like a dragon!" she continued, excitedly pointing to a cluster of stars.
" Yes, it does, come to think of it," she whispered back.
" It's beautiful, don't you think?" she whispered, smiling up at a motherly-like figure. Leigha had always striked Hermione as a very mature four-year-old, a sixteen-year-old whose intellect was that of a seventeen-year-old being her only companion besides her teddy bear.
" Yes, it's just like you," Hermione told the little girl. She had shoulder length dirty-blond hair, just like her mother's but her hair was curly instead. Her hazel eyes matched Hermione's and pale skin was due to the fact that she never went out often. She was of average size and was relatively weak compared to other four-year-olds. She did have the intellect of a seven-year-old though.
The little girl smiled back at her, eyes shinning. She suddenly yawned. " Myknee, I'm tired, can I go to sleep?" she asked.
" Of course, let's put you and Teddy to sleep," she said, lifting Leigha up from the cushion seats at the window. Books were sprawled across the wood floor, the ones which Hermione would use to entertain Leigha with while she was out of the room and Leigha would read and read and read, non-stop. It was a wonder why her eye-sight was still perfect.
The night was still young when young Leigha was put to bed. Hermione sighed as she walked towards the window once again. Was Leigha ever going to be found out?
The fear of questions took over her whenever she thought of exposing Leigha. What if they asked her about her real parents? What if they asked her why she was so small or weak?
She sat at her window and opened her diary. The place where all her feelings, thoughts and emotions were hidden. No one had read it. Leigha had found it one day and was going to open it when Hermione came back from downstairs. Hermione rushed and snatched the black-leather book from her and screamed. " Don't you dare touch this book! Never!" and the next thing she knew, Leigha was crying.
At once, Hermione regretted what she did. She loved Leigha dearly but she would protect her diary with her life. Somehow, she didn't want anyone to know about her life but sometimes, she would want to run down the streets screaming about her life story. It was hard, especially for a sevent- no, sixteen-year-old to take care of a four-year-old, alone. She had to provide for Leigha, had to buy her food and new clothes and occasionally pretty dresses and toys. It was stressful yet comforting to know someone needed her that much.
It was all changing though, she could get Leigha all the pretty dresses and toys she wanted with her 100 galleons per day allowance. She couldn't believe it. A week ago, she was possible the poorest witch in all of England and now, she had a 100 galleons a day to spend.
Her life was changing, for better or for worse, she didn't know. It was all getting better at the moment but something was bothering her. She was still insecure. Was still a victim of rape and the rapist was not going to be prosecuted. Leigha, what about Leigha?
' I'll wait for the right time,' Hermione thought. This was going to be very unhealthy for Leigha, for a week now, she hadn't been let out of her room. She was getting weaker by the day and Hermione knew it.
She opened her diary, the one she hadn't written in since she arrived, and wrote:
Dear Diary,
I'm back and it's amazing. I actually found out I'm a Snape, can you actually believe it?
There's something about my twin, Nikki, that makes me stay away from her. She stares at me suspiciously and angrily whenever I turn around. Something tells me she is jealous. What should she be jealous about? I was the one who was taken and abused and raped. While, she just stayed at home like a pretty little princess. I feel betrayal coming my way but how can I think of my sister like that?
Through the darkness
Comes the light- Oh wait, Leigha's waking up. Got to go for now.
Hermione
" Myknee, I couldn't sleep any more," she told Hermione as she walked towards the window.
" It's alright," Hermione told her as she brought her to her lap. Staring at the lake that was about two hundred metres away from the window of her room, she had an idea.
She knew, no one travelled on these grounds at night, and so she thought of bringing Leigha out. " Baby, do you want to go out for a while?" Hermione asked the small girl. " Yes!" her eyes shone with brightness.
" Alright then," Hermione replied, getting both their sweaters, for the grounds were cold.
Walking out of her temporary room, she scanned the corridors for any sign of human life. The coast was clear and she motioned for Leigha to follow her. Down the stairs, through those corridoors, down those stairs, pass the dinning hall, pass the whole row of sleeping portraits to the arrival hall and out the front door.
Finally, they were out. They walked another two hundred metres west to the lake. Both, mother-like-figure and daughter-like-figure sat down near the lake. " Myknee, that was fun! It was like Hogwarts!" the petite being said. Hermione laughed. She remembered how Leigha was so very fascinated by Hogwarts the first time she went there. The room of Requirement had been her favourite place there and therefore, they stayed there alot.
Leigha sat herself down on Hermione's lap and yawned. " I'm tired again, Myknee," she whispered with another yawn. " It's alright, you sleep here and I'll carry you up later," she told Leigha. " Oka...y," she said, slowly falling asleep.
" Hush now my baby
Be still now don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my lullaby
And I'll be with you in your dreams
" Drift on a river that flows through my arms
Drift as Im singing to you
I seee you smiling
So peaceful and calm
And holding you Im smiling to
Here in my arms
safe from all harm
and holding you im smiling too
"hush now my baby
be still now dont cry
sleep like you're rocked by the streams
sleep and remember this river lullaby
and ill be with you when you dream
"here in my arms
safe from all harm
holding you Im smiling too
"sleep and remember this river lullaby
and I'll be with you when you dream
"sleep and remember this river lullaby
and I'll be with you when you dream
"I'll be with you when you dream," Hermione sang softly to her Little Dragon.
She closed her eyes and listenend to the peaceful rushing of the water and the rustling of the leaves. She was glad, glad that she was away from that man.
Before she knew it, it was ten to midnight. She started back up the her room, careful not to make noise.
Chapter 4
Nights were peaceful now. No more thumping. No more nightmares. Hermione and her little dragon would sit at the window and look at the stars, trying to figure out what patterns they made. It was amazing.
" Myknee," Leigha whispered. " Look at that one, it looks like a dragon!" she continued, excitedly pointing to a cluster of stars.
" Yes, it does, come to think of it," she whispered back.
" It's beautiful, don't you think?" she whispered, smiling up at a motherly-like figure. Leigha had always striked Hermione as a very mature four-year-old, a sixteen-year-old whose intellect was that of a seventeen-year-old being her only companion besides her teddy bear.
" Yes, it's just like you," Hermione told the little girl. She had shoulder length dirty-blond hair, just like her mother's but her hair was curly instead. Her hazel eyes matched Hermione's and pale skin was due to the fact that she never went out often. She was of average size and was relatively weak compared to other four-year-olds. She did have the intellect of a seven-year-old though.
The little girl smiled back at her, eyes shinning. She suddenly yawned. " Myknee, I'm tired, can I go to sleep?" she asked.
" Of course, let's put you and Teddy to sleep," she said, lifting Leigha up from the cushion seats at the window. Books were sprawled across the wood floor, the ones which Hermione would use to entertain Leigha with while she was out of the room and Leigha would read and read and read, non-stop. It was a wonder why her eye-sight was still perfect.
The night was still young when young Leigha was put to bed. Hermione sighed as she walked towards the window once again. Was Leigha ever going to be found out?
The fear of questions took over her whenever she thought of exposing Leigha. What if they asked her about her real parents? What if they asked her why she was so small or weak?
She sat at her window and opened her diary. The place where all her feelings, thoughts and emotions were hidden. No one had read it. Leigha had found it one day and was going to open it when Hermione came back from downstairs. Hermione rushed and snatched the black-leather book from her and screamed. " Don't you dare touch this book! Never!" and the next thing she knew, Leigha was crying.
At once, Hermione regretted what she did. She loved Leigha dearly but she would protect her diary with her life. Somehow, she didn't want anyone to know about her life but sometimes, she would want to run down the streets screaming about her life story. It was hard, especially for a sevent- no, sixteen-year-old to take care of a four-year-old, alone. She had to provide for Leigha, had to buy her food and new clothes and occasionally pretty dresses and toys. It was stressful yet comforting to know someone needed her that much.
It was all changing though, she could get Leigha all the pretty dresses and toys she wanted with her 100 galleons per day allowance. She couldn't believe it. A week ago, she was possible the poorest witch in all of England and now, she had a 100 galleons a day to spend.
Her life was changing, for better or for worse, she didn't know. It was all getting better at the moment but something was bothering her. She was still insecure. Was still a victim of rape and the rapist was not going to be prosecuted. Leigha, what about Leigha?
' I'll wait for the right time,' Hermione thought. This was going to be very unhealthy for Leigha, for a week now, she hadn't been let out of her room. She was getting weaker by the day and Hermione knew it.
She opened her diary, the one she hadn't written in since she arrived, and wrote:
Dear Diary,
I'm back and it's amazing. I actually found out I'm a Snape, can you actually believe it?
There's something about my twin, Nikki, that makes me stay away from her. She stares at me suspiciously and angrily whenever I turn around. Something tells me she is jealous. What should she be jealous about? I was the one who was taken and abused and raped. While, she just stayed at home like a pretty little princess. I feel betrayal coming my way but how can I think of my sister like that?
Through the darkness
Comes the light- Oh wait, Leigha's waking up. Got to go for now.
Hermione
" Myknee, I couldn't sleep any more," she told Hermione as she walked towards the window.
" It's alright," Hermione told her as she brought her to her lap. Staring at the lake that was about two hundred metres away from the window of her room, she had an idea.
She knew, no one travelled on these grounds at night, and so she thought of bringing Leigha out. " Baby, do you want to go out for a while?" Hermione asked the small girl. " Yes!" her eyes shone with brightness.
" Alright then," Hermione replied, getting both their sweaters, for the grounds were cold.
Walking out of her temporary room, she scanned the corridors for any sign of human life. The coast was clear and she motioned for Leigha to follow her. Down the stairs, through those corridoors, down those stairs, pass the dinning hall, pass the whole row of sleeping portraits to the arrival hall and out the front door.
Finally, they were out. They walked another two hundred metres west to the lake. Both, mother-like-figure and daughter-like-figure sat down near the lake. " Myknee, that was fun! It was like Hogwarts!" the petite being said. Hermione laughed. She remembered how Leigha was so very fascinated by Hogwarts the first time she went there. The room of Requirement had been her favourite place there and therefore, they stayed there alot.
Leigha sat herself down on Hermione's lap and yawned. " I'm tired again, Myknee," she whispered with another yawn. " It's alright, you sleep here and I'll carry you up later," she told Leigha. " Oka...y," she said, slowly falling asleep.
" Hush now my baby
Be still now don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my lullaby
And I'll be with you in your dreams
" Drift on a river that flows through my arms
Drift as Im singing to you
I seee you smiling
So peaceful and calm
And holding you Im smiling to
Here in my arms
safe from all harm
and holding you im smiling too
"hush now my baby
be still now dont cry
sleep like you're rocked by the streams
sleep and remember this river lullaby
and ill be with you when you dream
"here in my arms
safe from all harm
holding you Im smiling too
"sleep and remember this river lullaby
and I'll be with you when you dream
"sleep and remember this river lullaby
and I'll be with you when you dream
"I'll be with you when you dream," Hermione sang softly to her Little Dragon.
She closed her eyes and listenend to the peaceful rushing of the water and the rustling of the leaves. She was glad, glad that she was away from that man.
Before she knew it, it was ten to midnight. She started back up the her room, careful not to make noise.