Hermione felt better. She now knew who her parents were, but she didn't
know much about the. She had an idea that some people feared her parents
from the look the old man gave her when she asked for her family tree
She didn't know whom to turn to. She wanted to know more information about her parents. She started to head back towards the Leaky Cauldron. She stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, and it was empty much to her delight.
She walked over to the bar, and sat down. Tom, the bartender, was sitting in the corner. He saw her and walked over.
"What will it be, Miss Granger?" he asked friendly. She wasn't about to correct him, and say it's Miss Bailey. She wasn't ready for people to know her as her true name yet. She wanted to learn more about her family first.
"Just a butterbeer, please,"
"Will do, will do,"
He poured her a butterbeer, and gave it to her. She had it down in two swallows. She gave him 7 sickles and walked to her room in the back. She was room number 11. She stepped in.
There was a small desk to the left as she walked in, and a double size bed on the back wall. She lit the lamp on her desk, and sat down.
She pulled out the piece of paper that had written the names on, and glanced once more at it. Then she pulled out the box Snape had given her, and charmed it to normal size and placed the paper in with letter.
It finally hit her. She remembered what the letter had said about her parent's death. They had been killed by the ministry, and not by any person. Mr. Weasley had killed them. She leaned back in her chair. Her so called best friend's dad had her parents, and to think she stayed over there during the summer sometimes for weeks.
'The man that had so friendly to me was the murder of my family. He caused me this pain. He took my childhood away from me. There is now way in hell I am going to trust another damn Weasley,' she thought angrily. She sighed.
She knew Harry Potter would drop her in a second for Ron. That was proven her in the fourth grade at tournament. She was now alone. She decided for now she would forget about that factor. She had more important things to do.
She thought to herself, 'Who knows all about the wizarding families, and their history?' One person came into her mind Draco Malfoy.
Her sworn enemy, the person that has tormented her for the past six years, the one who called her a mudblood when she wasn't, she didn't if should ask for help or much less if she could. Then a thought hit her. He was only mean to her because she was a mudblood and one of Harry Potter's sidekicks.
If he found out who she really was then maybe he might want to help her. She hoped he would, but she just really didn't know. "I will send an owl asking for his help in the morning," she aloud to herself. She looked at her watch it said it was almost six in the afternoon. She knew it was early, but today to tiring to stay up any longer. She got dressed into her pajamas and crawled into bed.
Author's Note:
Okay! I know this isn't that long of a chapter, but I am having test like crazy at school. I will try to have the chapter up where Hermione asks for Draco for help by Friday, but no promises.
Poem: I stand off from a far
Watching you closely
Wishing I could be by your side
And that you would want me there
Wondering what you're thinking
Wondering how soft your skin would be to the touch
Wondering what could be behind those eyes
That conceals all your secrets
I want to be there to share your pain
I want to be there to share your happiness
I want to be there when you conquer your goal
I want to be there when you succeed in life
But I can't
I will just watch from a far
And I share you happiness and pain secretly to myself
And still wonder those eyes may hide
To Tokyobabe2040: Hey! Thanks for the reviews. I hope you will keep reading this. If you any ideas just tell me.
She didn't know whom to turn to. She wanted to know more information about her parents. She started to head back towards the Leaky Cauldron. She stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, and it was empty much to her delight.
She walked over to the bar, and sat down. Tom, the bartender, was sitting in the corner. He saw her and walked over.
"What will it be, Miss Granger?" he asked friendly. She wasn't about to correct him, and say it's Miss Bailey. She wasn't ready for people to know her as her true name yet. She wanted to learn more about her family first.
"Just a butterbeer, please,"
"Will do, will do,"
He poured her a butterbeer, and gave it to her. She had it down in two swallows. She gave him 7 sickles and walked to her room in the back. She was room number 11. She stepped in.
There was a small desk to the left as she walked in, and a double size bed on the back wall. She lit the lamp on her desk, and sat down.
She pulled out the piece of paper that had written the names on, and glanced once more at it. Then she pulled out the box Snape had given her, and charmed it to normal size and placed the paper in with letter.
It finally hit her. She remembered what the letter had said about her parent's death. They had been killed by the ministry, and not by any person. Mr. Weasley had killed them. She leaned back in her chair. Her so called best friend's dad had her parents, and to think she stayed over there during the summer sometimes for weeks.
'The man that had so friendly to me was the murder of my family. He caused me this pain. He took my childhood away from me. There is now way in hell I am going to trust another damn Weasley,' she thought angrily. She sighed.
She knew Harry Potter would drop her in a second for Ron. That was proven her in the fourth grade at tournament. She was now alone. She decided for now she would forget about that factor. She had more important things to do.
She thought to herself, 'Who knows all about the wizarding families, and their history?' One person came into her mind Draco Malfoy.
Her sworn enemy, the person that has tormented her for the past six years, the one who called her a mudblood when she wasn't, she didn't if should ask for help or much less if she could. Then a thought hit her. He was only mean to her because she was a mudblood and one of Harry Potter's sidekicks.
If he found out who she really was then maybe he might want to help her. She hoped he would, but she just really didn't know. "I will send an owl asking for his help in the morning," she aloud to herself. She looked at her watch it said it was almost six in the afternoon. She knew it was early, but today to tiring to stay up any longer. She got dressed into her pajamas and crawled into bed.
Author's Note:
Okay! I know this isn't that long of a chapter, but I am having test like crazy at school. I will try to have the chapter up where Hermione asks for Draco for help by Friday, but no promises.
Poem: I stand off from a far
Watching you closely
Wishing I could be by your side
And that you would want me there
Wondering what you're thinking
Wondering how soft your skin would be to the touch
Wondering what could be behind those eyes
That conceals all your secrets
I want to be there to share your pain
I want to be there to share your happiness
I want to be there when you conquer your goal
I want to be there when you succeed in life
But I can't
I will just watch from a far
And I share you happiness and pain secretly to myself
And still wonder those eyes may hide
To Tokyobabe2040: Hey! Thanks for the reviews. I hope you will keep reading this. If you any ideas just tell me.