Author's note: Wow, the first chapter and already I get 16 reviews!!!! I
kind of wish my Lunalia series combined got that many reviews (harasses
her reviewers to read Lunalia on Fictionpress.com) Thank you PhoenixJay27
for correcting me on Ginny's true name (I had always known that several
'Ginny' friends whose real name was Virginia.) I won't tell who survived,
just let the characters speak for themselves. Also, I am trying my best to
sort of parallel the times with the story, so several things will be off.
Forgive ! hides from flames
"She's not here," Ron stated as he, Hermione, and Ginny stopped outside the café where Joanne had first met them. "She's usually here, almost every single day, waiting for us to tell more about Harry. But today she's not here. It isn't normal of her to do this."
"Maybe she is inside," Ginny suggested, "It might have been cloudy outside or perhaps she isn't feeling well." She opened the door and was immediately greeted by a chorus-full of voices.
"Hey Jennifer!"
"How are you doing today, Jennifer?"
"Where is your brother, George?"
"He's right behind her, don't you see that, Bud?"
"Yes, and he's got a pretty bird with him!"
"Say, mate, what's her name and where can I find others like her?"
"Her name is Hannah." Ron answered, "And she's an old friend of mine. Actually, she's my high school sweetheart." Soon the tavern was filled with oohs and aahs as Ron blushed. Hermione cared less about what Ron had claimed about their relationship but more on her name. Pulling Ron close so that no one else would hear, Hermione hissed in his ear.
"Why do we have fake aliases?" She whispered.
"Because Joanne is using our real names in the book," Ron answered, "She said we must have as much-if not more-life than Harry and be loved as though we died also." Hermione hiccupped as several thoughts ran through her head. Joanne would write about how much she was harassed at Hogwarts during her first year. She would continue on about Hermione's second year when she was called a Mudblood and finally petrified by Ginny herself. Joanne would reveal Hermione's thoughts, her deepest feelings, and even her love for Harry. And if it wasn't Joanne, it would be many other striving writers wondering about her. 'What am I thinking?' Hermione thought 'She's writing about Harry's life, not my own!' Still, the thought that she had to hide her identity to avoid interrogation frightened her.
"Where is Joanne?" Ginny asked, "We wanted her to meet Hannah."
"Joanne isn't here today," The café manager replied, "She actually had to go the United States to do a book signing for the second book. By the way, Jennifer, I'm almost done with it. Right now, I'm at the part where Hermione is found in the library petrified."
The petrification.
Hermione was in the library, sitting at a paper-cluttered desk and books strewn on the floor. For the past half-hour, she was searching for the answer; what creature lied in the Chamber of Secrets. She opened the book, Mythical Creatures and Their Powers , and luck had been on her side- showing her the page of the Basilisk. Hissing at her from the inside of book, Hermione began to scribble onto a piece of parchment.
The heir of Slytherin has been attacking its victims through pipes.
Closing the book and clutching the piece of parchment in her hand, she stood up and looked outside the window. The Quidditch match was still going on. Hopefully she would return and Gryffindor would win and tell Ron and Harry what she had discovered. She entered the bathroom and inspected herself in the mirror. The same bushy brown hair that no matter how many times it was combed, it could never straighten. The buck-tooth teeth- when would her parents let her use magic to just reduce them? Her dark, intense eyes spotted someone standing behind her. It was Ginny.
"Are you waiting for Harry?" Ginny asked coldly; Hermione shook her head.
"No, I was going to go back to the Quidditch match- isn't Gryffindor ahead?" Hermione asked.
"I wouldn't know and it doesn't matter," suddenly Ginny's voice turned from a high, pre-teen voice to a deeper, more mature voice. "You obviously care so much about Harry Potter that you want to perform magic and make yourself pretty for him."
"That's not true!" Hermione replied, "True, I fancy him, and I know you do too-Ginny?" As she turned around, she felt her legs begin to get sturdy , "Ginny? Ginny? Ginny!" She yelled as she tried to move her legs, but she couldn't, "What are you doing Ginny???"
"I want to make sure that you don't get to Harry Potter." Ginny hissed as everything around Hermione stopped still. The piece of parchment was still clutched in her right hand. Please, please, let someone notice... Hermione thought as the world did not move in front of her eyes...
"Hannah?" Hermione's eyes fluttered open as the memory faded from her eyes; Ginny was speaking to her once again.
"What?" She asked as she looked around the café, everyone was staring at her.
"You look like as if you had a bad memory, Hannah," Ginny replied as Hermione shook her head.
"No, just a bad headache, that's all," She muttered as she walked outside. What if Ginny told Joanne about the conversation before she was petrified. After minutes of pondering, Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, it was Ron.
"Don't worry Hermione, Joanne said when she wrote about that part, she just mentioned the parchment with the word 'pipes' on it. Nothing more." Ron said, as if to comfort her. Hermione nodded.
"Thanks, Ron. I..."Hermione couldn't even finish the sentence. Tears were coming out of her eyes as she felt Ron's breath of her shoulder.
"It's okay, Hermione," Ron whispered, "It was over six years ago. We got through that time, Harry saved you, remember?" Hermione began to sob.
"If only you knew!" She shrieked, "You could say that she was possessed, but in truth Ginny did want me to be out of Harry's way! It was the beginning of our love-hate relationship!" She broke from Ron's grip and stood several feet from him, trying to comprehend the truth. The world was going to know about her, and they were either going to love her or more than likely hate her. So many love-hate relationships. Ron. Ginny. Her potions master, Professor Severus Snape. One of her mentors, Professor Remus Lupin. Her head of the Gryffindor household, Professor Minerva McGonagall. Even her headmaster and noble leader, Professor Albus Dumbledore. The main difference between them and her new fans would be that she knew these people; she would never know or want to know the people who read about her. How would she deal with this? Just exactly how?
"Hermione..."Ginny's voice was now calling out to her, "Listen, we know how you feel. But trust me, Joanne knows how sensitive you are. Apparently, she won't come back for a few days, but I promise Hermione, she's not as bad as you think she is. She understands."
"I need some time alone." Hermione whispered, "To try and forget. Forget it all."
"Well, for starters, you can stop thinking yourself as Hermione Granger," Ron suggested, "You can be Hannah McGregory. Ginny is Jennifer Williams and I'm George Williams. It's a way to detach yourself from Hermione."
Detaching herself from her own identity. No Mudblood. No Harry Potter's best friend. No girlfriend of a celebrity. No Prefect. No Head Girl. Just a normal Muggle woman trying to find her way though life. Yes, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to forget herself. Hermione walked away from Ron and Ginny.
"I'm going for a while." She announced, "I'll be back in a week or so."
"Okay, if anything happens, contact us." Ron said, "And try not to use any magic. We want the Muggles to believe that our world is non- existent."
"I will." Hermione replied, "I don't want to be what I once was." And soon as she Apparated. Ginny sighed heavily.
"Ron..."Ginny began, "Do you believe that she will ever change?"
"Jennifer, she has to," Ron replied, "Otherwise she would be killing herself."
I forgot the book that Hermione tore the page out of. Ugh, I need to brush up on my Harry Potter facts. Read and review. And Read Lunalia on fictionpress.com! (http:www.fictionpress.com/mizaria)
"She's not here," Ron stated as he, Hermione, and Ginny stopped outside the café where Joanne had first met them. "She's usually here, almost every single day, waiting for us to tell more about Harry. But today she's not here. It isn't normal of her to do this."
"Maybe she is inside," Ginny suggested, "It might have been cloudy outside or perhaps she isn't feeling well." She opened the door and was immediately greeted by a chorus-full of voices.
"Hey Jennifer!"
"How are you doing today, Jennifer?"
"Where is your brother, George?"
"He's right behind her, don't you see that, Bud?"
"Yes, and he's got a pretty bird with him!"
"Say, mate, what's her name and where can I find others like her?"
"Her name is Hannah." Ron answered, "And she's an old friend of mine. Actually, she's my high school sweetheart." Soon the tavern was filled with oohs and aahs as Ron blushed. Hermione cared less about what Ron had claimed about their relationship but more on her name. Pulling Ron close so that no one else would hear, Hermione hissed in his ear.
"Why do we have fake aliases?" She whispered.
"Because Joanne is using our real names in the book," Ron answered, "She said we must have as much-if not more-life than Harry and be loved as though we died also." Hermione hiccupped as several thoughts ran through her head. Joanne would write about how much she was harassed at Hogwarts during her first year. She would continue on about Hermione's second year when she was called a Mudblood and finally petrified by Ginny herself. Joanne would reveal Hermione's thoughts, her deepest feelings, and even her love for Harry. And if it wasn't Joanne, it would be many other striving writers wondering about her. 'What am I thinking?' Hermione thought 'She's writing about Harry's life, not my own!' Still, the thought that she had to hide her identity to avoid interrogation frightened her.
"Where is Joanne?" Ginny asked, "We wanted her to meet Hannah."
"Joanne isn't here today," The café manager replied, "She actually had to go the United States to do a book signing for the second book. By the way, Jennifer, I'm almost done with it. Right now, I'm at the part where Hermione is found in the library petrified."
The petrification.
Hermione was in the library, sitting at a paper-cluttered desk and books strewn on the floor. For the past half-hour, she was searching for the answer; what creature lied in the Chamber of Secrets. She opened the book, Mythical Creatures and Their Powers , and luck had been on her side- showing her the page of the Basilisk. Hissing at her from the inside of book, Hermione began to scribble onto a piece of parchment.
The heir of Slytherin has been attacking its victims through pipes.
Closing the book and clutching the piece of parchment in her hand, she stood up and looked outside the window. The Quidditch match was still going on. Hopefully she would return and Gryffindor would win and tell Ron and Harry what she had discovered. She entered the bathroom and inspected herself in the mirror. The same bushy brown hair that no matter how many times it was combed, it could never straighten. The buck-tooth teeth- when would her parents let her use magic to just reduce them? Her dark, intense eyes spotted someone standing behind her. It was Ginny.
"Are you waiting for Harry?" Ginny asked coldly; Hermione shook her head.
"No, I was going to go back to the Quidditch match- isn't Gryffindor ahead?" Hermione asked.
"I wouldn't know and it doesn't matter," suddenly Ginny's voice turned from a high, pre-teen voice to a deeper, more mature voice. "You obviously care so much about Harry Potter that you want to perform magic and make yourself pretty for him."
"That's not true!" Hermione replied, "True, I fancy him, and I know you do too-Ginny?" As she turned around, she felt her legs begin to get sturdy , "Ginny? Ginny? Ginny!" She yelled as she tried to move her legs, but she couldn't, "What are you doing Ginny???"
"I want to make sure that you don't get to Harry Potter." Ginny hissed as everything around Hermione stopped still. The piece of parchment was still clutched in her right hand. Please, please, let someone notice... Hermione thought as the world did not move in front of her eyes...
"Hannah?" Hermione's eyes fluttered open as the memory faded from her eyes; Ginny was speaking to her once again.
"What?" She asked as she looked around the café, everyone was staring at her.
"You look like as if you had a bad memory, Hannah," Ginny replied as Hermione shook her head.
"No, just a bad headache, that's all," She muttered as she walked outside. What if Ginny told Joanne about the conversation before she was petrified. After minutes of pondering, Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, it was Ron.
"Don't worry Hermione, Joanne said when she wrote about that part, she just mentioned the parchment with the word 'pipes' on it. Nothing more." Ron said, as if to comfort her. Hermione nodded.
"Thanks, Ron. I..."Hermione couldn't even finish the sentence. Tears were coming out of her eyes as she felt Ron's breath of her shoulder.
"It's okay, Hermione," Ron whispered, "It was over six years ago. We got through that time, Harry saved you, remember?" Hermione began to sob.
"If only you knew!" She shrieked, "You could say that she was possessed, but in truth Ginny did want me to be out of Harry's way! It was the beginning of our love-hate relationship!" She broke from Ron's grip and stood several feet from him, trying to comprehend the truth. The world was going to know about her, and they were either going to love her or more than likely hate her. So many love-hate relationships. Ron. Ginny. Her potions master, Professor Severus Snape. One of her mentors, Professor Remus Lupin. Her head of the Gryffindor household, Professor Minerva McGonagall. Even her headmaster and noble leader, Professor Albus Dumbledore. The main difference between them and her new fans would be that she knew these people; she would never know or want to know the people who read about her. How would she deal with this? Just exactly how?
"Hermione..."Ginny's voice was now calling out to her, "Listen, we know how you feel. But trust me, Joanne knows how sensitive you are. Apparently, she won't come back for a few days, but I promise Hermione, she's not as bad as you think she is. She understands."
"I need some time alone." Hermione whispered, "To try and forget. Forget it all."
"Well, for starters, you can stop thinking yourself as Hermione Granger," Ron suggested, "You can be Hannah McGregory. Ginny is Jennifer Williams and I'm George Williams. It's a way to detach yourself from Hermione."
Detaching herself from her own identity. No Mudblood. No Harry Potter's best friend. No girlfriend of a celebrity. No Prefect. No Head Girl. Just a normal Muggle woman trying to find her way though life. Yes, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to forget herself. Hermione walked away from Ron and Ginny.
"I'm going for a while." She announced, "I'll be back in a week or so."
"Okay, if anything happens, contact us." Ron said, "And try not to use any magic. We want the Muggles to believe that our world is non- existent."
"I will." Hermione replied, "I don't want to be what I once was." And soon as she Apparated. Ginny sighed heavily.
"Ron..."Ginny began, "Do you believe that she will ever change?"
"Jennifer, she has to," Ron replied, "Otherwise she would be killing herself."
I forgot the book that Hermione tore the page out of. Ugh, I need to brush up on my Harry Potter facts. Read and review. And Read Lunalia on fictionpress.com! (http:www.fictionpress.com/mizaria)