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Forbidden Destiny

Chapter 1

The girl glared angrily at the plastic. Her hands quivered with fear, her brain spinning with thoughts.

"It can't be." She thought angrily, "It just can't."

But it stood out, like black crayon on white paper. Her future stood out, all shown by this little piece of plastic. Her shaking hands grew limp. Her heart seemed to be pounding in her head.

"No," she whispered, so quiet that she was surprised she could hear herself. "No. NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

With much piled anger, she threw the plastic stick across the room. Her body raged with great loathing towards it. Reaching into her drawer, she pulled out all her bodily supplies that she could grab before giving them the same fate as the plastic stick.

"NO, NO, NO!!!!" she screamed, her lungs tearing apart with resentment. "NO, NO, NO!!!!"

"Hermione?" The girl stopped, her heart still pumping hate into her veins. "Hermione, are you all right?" Hermione sighed. She hated lying, but it was the only thing to do. She knew her parents would freak when they found out. If they found out.

"No Mom," she responded shrilly before letting it down a notch. "I......uh........the toilet......it overflowed again. That's all." "Oh."

The woman behind the door seemed lost for words. "Well, do remember to put the wet towels in the hamper."

"Yes Mom." Hermione turned around and started cleaning up the result of her fustration.

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"Hermione Rosanna Granger, what the hell is this?"

Hermione had to struggle to gulp down her carrots and beans.

"Well Dad, it's a......well you know a........" Hermione knew without delay that her approach to the problem wasn't working. She had to try something different.

"I know what this is." Mr. Granger shouted through gritted teeth. "But I think I should change my question around a little. Hermione, are you pregnant?"

Hermione felt what she had eaten of her supper returning to her mouth. Hermione twiddled her thumbs uncomfortably in her lab. She had to tell them. She could not escape. "Mom, Dad," she whispered, eying her parents nervously. "Yes. I am pregnant."

Mrs. Granger gasped. What was left of Mr. Granger's pale face, turned a shade whiter.

Mrs. Granger broke down into tears. "You can't be." She moaned wildly, her hands clutching Hermione's tightly, as if fearing they would fall off. "Tell me it isn't so."

"I can't Mom." Hermione mumbled, her eyes plastered onto her cornbread.

Mrs. Granger moaned with despair. Mr. Granger coughed. His face was still a deadly white, which scared Hermione for she had never seen him this white before.

"I will settle this." He said frigidly, "We will go to the family doctor, Dr. Nill tomorrow and if what she says is true, well.......we will figure that out."

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Hermione stared at the doctor, her parents mimicking her.

"Yes," Doctor Nill said slowly, "your daughter is indeed pregnant."

Her mother screamed before collapsing onto the floor.

"Mom!" Hermione hurried to her mother, but Mr. Granger pushed her away.

"Leave her be!" he snapped in a tone that meant "You are already in major trouble. We don't need your pregnant paws on us thank you very much."

Tears lifted in Hermione's eyes as she watched the doctor and her father struggle to bring her mother back.

"Mom, are you OK?" Hermione whispered when her eyes conclusively peeked out behind her closed eyelids.

"Leave her alone, can't you see she is ill?" Mr. Granger yelled.

"No, Richard, please. I am fine." Mrs. Granger begged of her husband.

Hermione walked to the window. How pleasantly happy everyone on the streets below looked to her. Not worrying or concerning themselves with problems such as she.

"Come, we are leaving!" her father's voice treaded through her thoughts. Miserably, Hermione followed. It wasn't until they were all back in the car that vocal communication continued.

"A disgrace of a daughter, what the hell are we going to do?" her father shouted to no one in particular.

"Richard, sweetie –"Mrs. Granger cried soothingly.

"Not now Bianca. We need to think of what to do with our daughter."

Mrs. Granger fell silent for a minute. "Who," she squeaked. "Who is the father?"

"Yes!" Mr. Granger roared, "I would like to know that too! Who is my grandchild's father?"

"Um....." Hermione whispered, not knowing how to say it.

"Well?!" her father yelped.

"You don't know him." Hermione said quietly. "He is a boy who goes to my school. His name is Ron Weasley."

"Your school? You mean that silly magic trick school?"

Hermione felt a wave of heated anger sweep through her. "It's not a magic trick school Daddy," she said, "It's a school for wizards and witches. Like me."

Her father pushed the brakes. "Well I will tell you one thing," he snarled, "I will not have you go back to that school. You will finish your years in a sensible place. All of the same sex I think. Sound good to you dear?"

"Oh yes, I quite agree."

"But-"

"No buts. It is settled. First thing when we return home, I will be finding a school, somewhere far, far away. So far that you won't ever see that boy again!" Mr. Granger laughed evilly as he turned a corner.

Hermione was speechless. "Please Daddy don't do thi-"

"SHUT UP!!" Mr. Granger bellowed. Hermione stared glumly out the window. Knowing her parents, she knew they would rid her of her magical stuff as soon as they entered the house.

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It was worse than she had feared. When she had gotten home, Ron's tiny owl, Pig, was waiting for her with a letter. Her father's temper had boiled into the 100 degree zone by this point, as he had been quick to grab the bird and throw it out the window. Crrokshanks, her cat had soon followed.

Hermione stood there, her tears flowing rivers down her face as her parents trashed her life, her way of living. "Daddy, please don't." Hermione cried out pleadingly when he reached her wand.

He looked at his only daughter. "I'm sorry Herms," he said, dividing the wand into pieces. "But this is the way it has to be."

An hour later, Hermione was able to return to her room. It had been stripped bare of everything that had some magical purpose. Hermione refused to come to supper. Her heart was too sick to eat anything. So while her parents ate silently, Hermione stayed upstairs in her newly furnished bedroom.

Hermione pulled Ron's picture out of it's hiding place. "Oh Ron," she sobbed, her heart finally cracking in two, "This is the end. You are the only boy and male I will ever love. Goodbye Ron, goodbye."

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"It is settled." Mr. Granger frowned at the tightness in his daughter's sweater. "You will be arriving at Greenoaks at 6:00 pm. The headmistress will take you to your room and bring you to the dining chamber to meet your classmates. Understand now?"

"Yes father." Hermione said in a very depressed mood and voice.

"And don't forget to write and tell how my grandson or daughter is doing alright?" Mrs. Granger asked of Hermione softly. "We will try to take the first train there when you start having contractions."

Hermione swore she heard her dad snort, but decided to ignore it. "Alright." She said.

Mrs. Granger smiled at her daughter before hugging her one last time. "Now go!" she yelled as the train bawled one last time.

"Bye!" Hermione shouted, "Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" Hermione climbed aboard and was able to find a compartment that no one occupied.

It had been two days since the Hogwarts Express returned to Hogwarts. Two days since her sixth year mates had started school. Including Ron.

Hermione felt a tear drip from her eye. No more. No less. A single tear, that fled down her face and out the open window. "Bye Hogwarts" Hermione thought forlornly. And her life went on.

Please R and R!!!!!!