The Time Has Come for the Truth
Chapter Three
Until You Saw
Disclaimer: I do not own the property of HP.
Summary: Hermione Granger has been keeping a dark secret for years. When people start noticing something's wrong with her, the truth is almost revealed. But Hermione is the cleverest witch of her year and of course, who can undo the spell but her. But she has gotten herself into a more complicated mess than she ever thought she could ever imagine. For not everybody believes the lie, but a certain cocky, arrogant . . . .
You can't possibly imagine all the crap that I have
All the times that I lied to those that I love
When your past is deeper than the deepest of oceans
Who's to say what's the truth when you know
Nothing about who I am and you simply
Don't wanna look further than what you can see
Don't waste your time, or your breath on me
It's as easy to see, nobody will ever understand
-Me
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The train slowly slowed down, with buckets of noise on the train as they all got ready. Hermione quickly disappeared with Dean Thomas to help supervise the rest of the students with their luggage. As prefects, they had more responsibilities than most students that needed to be done.
"Does anybody need any assistant?" Hermione's bossy tone of voice echoed in the big compartment with third years running askew.
"I need help," piped up a small voice.
Hermione and Dean turned heads to a Gryffindor third year who gave them a small smile.
"What for," she asked sharply.
"It's this darn thing," she replied pointing to her suitcase. "It won't shut."
"Have you tried using magic?"
The girl with light brown hair shook her head.
"Well, there you go," came Hermione's voice. "Does anybody else need any assistant?"
This happened for three to six minutes as Hermione helped the students, while Dean looking smug, chatted with the younger students a bit. He kept apologizing for Hermione's odd behavior, which he felt a bit embarrass about, and her distinctive way of 'helping' out.
When finally, the two had helped as many students as they could, while they supervised their actions, they went their separate ways. Hermione started looking for her friends, at last spotting them several yards ahead of her. She ran over panting.
"Well, that took a bit longer than last year. Did you guys get a carriage yet?" She looked disapproving at them.
"Not yet," answered Harry holding Hedwig in a cage. She looked rather annoyed, looking stern her beady eyes fixated upon Harry's face.
"Then let's find one already," she said taking his arm. "Before they're all gone . . ."
She led him over to the first unoccupied carriage with a disgruntled Harry looking back at Ron and Ginny. They grinned, and followed them, with Pigwidgeon and Crookshanks close behind.
"I do hate those thestrals," shuddered Harry looking over at the horrible creature pulling the carriages.
"Oh, they're here again," came Hermione's polite voice. "Get in Harry, I'm gonna get Crookshanks." She left him, passing Ginn and Ron as they climbed into the carriage. A moment's wait she was with them, her pet puring loudly, trying to get out of her clutches.
"Are you sure that cat even likes you," stated Ron looking at it.
"Of course," she scoffed at him. "Why wouldn't he/she?" A/N: Still not sure if Crookshanks is a boy or girl yet. Hermione quickly shut the door in the carriage, petting her cat.
"Oh, never you mind," said Ron holding his own pet in a cage.
The rest of the ride was silent, except for the usual sound of the creaking carriage and the way the three pets made at one another of discomfort. Hermione wondered silently as she stroked Crookshanks if she was making the right decision by coming to Hogwarts each year. Of course, she thought hastily. But a feeling of betrayal gnawed at her from the back of her head. She wondered maybe that was the reason her parents acted the way they were. Her mother never hugged her any longer and her father claimed she was a disgrace to the family. She shuddered inside, the feeling of being a disappointment, and promised to herself she'd work and study at Hogwarts more than she had last year. Maybe this year, her family would be proud her to have a witch in the family.
Finally the carriage drew to a stop and the four friends hopped off the carriage.
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At almost ten years of age, Hermione bounded towards her parents, her bushy brown hair flying behind her.
"Mom! Guess what!" she cried, flying into her mother.
"What is it," her mom asked smiling down at her child. Grinning, the young girl produced a letter and jammed it into her mother's hand. She took it, her brown eyes still locked onto the girl, then quickly glanced at it. She gasped.
"Aren't you happy for me," she squealed. "I'm a witch mommy! And I can go to this school that can teach me to be a better witch."
Her mom just gaped at all, still consuming this new piece of information. Hastily she read the letter, her big, brown eyes darting from each word, to the next.
Quietly, Hermione stopped what she was doing and patiently waited for her mother's response.
"So, what do you think mom?" she asked timidly once her mom finished reading. She started to shift her body weight to her left side and then to her right.
"I-uh . . ."
Ignoring Hermione, she walked away into the next room. Hermione followed, wondering if being a witch was a bad thing. Inside, she smiled though. Witches are real, and I'm one of them. I can finally turn those nasty bullies into frogs, she thought nastily.
Hermione stopped what she was doing suddenly by a malicious laugh.
"HA HA HA! Yeah right she's a witch! You make me laugh!"
Hermione squirmed, from both of bring uncomfortable by her father's reaction and the way her mom replied.
"It's all in the note. If you just read it-"
"NO CAN DO BUCKAROO!" bellowed a low voice. "Witches are not real. End of sentence. Hermione couldn't possibly be a witch."
Hermione felt anger rising up in front of her. If that letter was right, then it was right. It said she was a witch, and it couldn't have possibly lied to her.
"I AM TOO!" she bellowed angrily storming into the room. Her mom and father stared at her, then burst out laughing.
"Hermione-," her mom cried out stopping to catch her breath. "It's just a phony note. Your-uh . . . Uncle sent it just for fun."
Her father stared at her from across the room, as if that would make her realize it was a fake and his daughter was of course, not a witch as she had read to believe.
"I'll believe you if that place, Diagon Alley isn't real," she spat at them, her cheeks flushed with anger and disappointment.
"Fine, we'll go tomorrow," her father spat back as well. The next day the three went, and much to their surprise, they found the place swarming with witches and wizards. It was the first time as well that Mr. and Mrs. Granger fainted at the same time.
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You make me mad, oh so mad
When you yell and scream, arguing with me
I hate when you act like that dad
Always right, never believing until you see
Tell me lies, oh they're lies
When you say something that is not true
And then when I cry, yeah all those cries
Who would know that I cry because of you
Mixed feelings, yes they're mine
When I think of you I get sad
I get mad, oh so mad
When all those times, you said I was bad
You tried the blame game
Saying I was the one that brought this evilness
But try looking over what you say, cause it's lame
Get away from me and just leave me alone
Just leave, let me dream that you never came
A/N: Sorry about not updating for a while now. But I warned you, with school by side and my other story. Well, anyways, long weekend so I'll try to write then. Please read and review! I enjoy your reviews. And sorry for not putting as much poems as the other chapters. I'll try to put more in the next. Later!
-written :)