A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers! Oh and to those few who want to know, yes, Leigha is going to be discovered but do be patient.
Chapter 7
" Come on Hermione! You can do it!," Hermione could here her older sister's voice in a distance. She was sitting cross legged on the floor and a glass bottle lay in front of her. Mental training was tough, she was supposed to break the glass bottle with her mind. The rest of the recruits had already done it and she was the remaining one. Everyone's eyes were on her.
Hermione's mind hurt, her concentration level was at its peak but still, she couldn't break the bottle. She had tried and tried but the glass bottle still remained unbroken, it wouldn't even move. The hands that were tied behind her back were sweating and drops of sweat fell from her forhead to her chin and then onto her grey Yoga-pants. Suddenly she heard chanting, as it became louder she heard the chants even more clearly. She turned around, breaking her concentration. The new recruits, as well as the first and second year elders, were chanting, " Mudblood, mudblood, mudblood". They were lead by the one and only, Draco Malfoy. Why wasn't anyone stopping them?
Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood.
She felt her blood boil and she turned back to the glass bottle.
Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood.
She hated that name. Hated it. It was a foul, loathesome name. She wasn't a mudblood anymore. No one should have been able to call her that. Irritation overwhelmed her and she told the glass bottle to break. Break into uncountable pieces. Break into pieces of which could be compared to the size of an ant. She felt a wave of control over the bottle and she felt like a master, the glass bottle her servant and then, the sound of glass shattering could be heard.
It was exhilirating. Hermione felt power. The power she had never felt before, like she was in control of every object which she wanted to be in control of. It was amazing.
" Well done, Hermione," Severus Snape came up to his daughter, grinning like an idiot. She didn't look at her father and her brothers that were approaching, all grinning like idiots. She looked at the chanters, they're eyes were wide with shock. " What?" she asked them, a hint of irritation in her voice. She was in one of her foul moods now. She was going to make sure they were going to pay for calling her that. Inwardly, she was shocked at herself, why had this affected her so much?
" Wow, she's good," she heard a few of them say. She suddenly lost herself, she couldn't control herself, this wave of emotion. She needed to hurt someone, something. Hermione swiftly turned her head to the table which hosted the many jars which were meant for practice. Feeling control again, she passed a strong wave, telling the jars to self-destruct. As instructed, they broke and the sounds were sent throughout the whole manor.
" That's for calling me a Mudblood!" she shouted at the group. Her twin stepped out from behind. " What are you talking about? We would never call you that!" she exclaimed, shocked at her sister's outburst, she turned to the crowd and they shook their heads vigorously, for their parents were staring at them. Nicola turned to Pansy and she saw something in her eyes. She knew she had something to do with this.
Everyone was staring at the two sisters now, " Hermione, are you alright?" she heard her Father ask, worry evident in his low voice. Hermione was confused. Very confused. " But I-," she said, before...' thump!', she had finally collapsed.
Chapter 7
" Come on Hermione! You can do it!," Hermione could here her older sister's voice in a distance. She was sitting cross legged on the floor and a glass bottle lay in front of her. Mental training was tough, she was supposed to break the glass bottle with her mind. The rest of the recruits had already done it and she was the remaining one. Everyone's eyes were on her.
Hermione's mind hurt, her concentration level was at its peak but still, she couldn't break the bottle. She had tried and tried but the glass bottle still remained unbroken, it wouldn't even move. The hands that were tied behind her back were sweating and drops of sweat fell from her forhead to her chin and then onto her grey Yoga-pants. Suddenly she heard chanting, as it became louder she heard the chants even more clearly. She turned around, breaking her concentration. The new recruits, as well as the first and second year elders, were chanting, " Mudblood, mudblood, mudblood". They were lead by the one and only, Draco Malfoy. Why wasn't anyone stopping them?
Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood.
She felt her blood boil and she turned back to the glass bottle.
Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood.
She hated that name. Hated it. It was a foul, loathesome name. She wasn't a mudblood anymore. No one should have been able to call her that. Irritation overwhelmed her and she told the glass bottle to break. Break into uncountable pieces. Break into pieces of which could be compared to the size of an ant. She felt a wave of control over the bottle and she felt like a master, the glass bottle her servant and then, the sound of glass shattering could be heard.
It was exhilirating. Hermione felt power. The power she had never felt before, like she was in control of every object which she wanted to be in control of. It was amazing.
" Well done, Hermione," Severus Snape came up to his daughter, grinning like an idiot. She didn't look at her father and her brothers that were approaching, all grinning like idiots. She looked at the chanters, they're eyes were wide with shock. " What?" she asked them, a hint of irritation in her voice. She was in one of her foul moods now. She was going to make sure they were going to pay for calling her that. Inwardly, she was shocked at herself, why had this affected her so much?
" Wow, she's good," she heard a few of them say. She suddenly lost herself, she couldn't control herself, this wave of emotion. She needed to hurt someone, something. Hermione swiftly turned her head to the table which hosted the many jars which were meant for practice. Feeling control again, she passed a strong wave, telling the jars to self-destruct. As instructed, they broke and the sounds were sent throughout the whole manor.
" That's for calling me a Mudblood!" she shouted at the group. Her twin stepped out from behind. " What are you talking about? We would never call you that!" she exclaimed, shocked at her sister's outburst, she turned to the crowd and they shook their heads vigorously, for their parents were staring at them. Nicola turned to Pansy and she saw something in her eyes. She knew she had something to do with this.
Everyone was staring at the two sisters now, " Hermione, are you alright?" she heard her Father ask, worry evident in his low voice. Hermione was confused. Very confused. " But I-," she said, before...' thump!', she had finally collapsed.