[A/N: Need more reviews, ha. My friend got mad at me because she thought
the story was too sad I told her to look at the title, then hung up. Hehe.
Okay, new cchaapter, I'll take a while sense I''m working on Chapter 4
heh]
[Disclaimer: Not mine]
[Thank you's- Tega: Now you know what is happening so far. :D Elizabeth-Kat: Thanks, jolly good!]
Chapter II
As soon as Hermione had arrived at the Hogwarts entraance she had fallen to the ground crying, her clothes and face covered in large amounts of blood. Dumbledore had leaned over and picked her up with surprising strength, he had then carried her to the Hospital Wing and laid her in one of the beds.
"I think she will need a dreamless sleeping potion, Poppy," Dumbledore said, nodding to the medi-witch.
She nodded in return and took out a small bottle. After forcing the liquid into the young girl's mouth, she turned to Dumbledore.
The old Headmaster looked weary.
"In all my time at Hogwarts, I have never known for an event to occur like this," he said sadly.
"Should we wipe her memory?" the medi-witch asked.
"No, life will only be confusing to her. She will have to learn to live on, unfortunately haunted by this strong trauma," Dumbledore looked at the girl again.
"I don't think it would be good for her to be Head Girl this year, but I will make it her decision. I am afraid that she will try to go with the pressure. Poppy, stay with the young girl, I will need to discuss her new living arrangements for the rest of the holidays with the staff," Dumbledore left, and Madam Promfrey turned sad eyes to Hermione.
No girl at her age deserved to suffer like this.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
At first Hermione was surprised to find herself in the Hospital Wing at school. And not at home with her parents.
"Mum?" she asked the empty infirmary.
Then reality hit her. Hard. They were gone. Gone. Why did it seem so hard to admit it? Why could she not cry? Her parents were dead. But that didn't seem enough.
"My parents are-" she paused. She couldn't say the words, it was as if a pillow had been pressed in her face, suffocating her every time she tried to say it.
"No," she whispered shaking her head fast.
It wasn't true. It wasn't true. She would wake up, her parents would be at her bedside smiling at her. Just like yesterday morning. Why couldn't she wake up? What was wrong with her?
She slammed her head back into the pillow and let out a few small whimpers.
Suddenly, Severus Snape entered the Hospital Wing, unaware that the girl occupying the room was awake. She saw him cross to the Madam Promfrey's office and knock, then look around. His eyes widened as he saw that she was awake.
"Yes, Professor Snape?" Promfrey asked.
He turned back to Madam Promfrey.
"I have the potions ready in my office, would you like me to bring them?" he tried to ignore the crying girl behind him, obviously uncomfortable.
"Yes, go ahead, I need to tend to Miss Granger," Snape nodded and left, Madam Promfrey walked over to Hermione.
"How are you feeling?" she asked the trembling girl quietly.
"I-I feel sort of better, I guess," she replied, her eyes focused on the ceiling.
"Your going to have to clean up, I am some extra clothes for you," she held out a small pile of muggle clothing, Hermione took it and nodded.
As she reached the doorknob to the lavatory, she turned to Madam Promfrey.
"Thank you," she whispered, more tears running freely down her face, then she exited the room before the medi-witch could reply.
The bathroom of the infirmary was cold and eerily quiet. The only sounds were the drips of water from the sink. Hermione drew in another shaky breath, slowly removed her bloody clothes, and turned the shower on. As the water cascaded down her body, she closed her eyes, taking it all in.
Suddenly the event of last night came back in a flash. Her mother, her father, the blood... She screamed as loud as she could, trying to get rid of the horrible memories.
Tears filled her eyes and threatened to fall. Was this going to happen all the time? Every time she closed her eyes or didn't focus on something enough?
"Miss Granger, I hope you slept well?" Dumbledore said, as she entered the room.
She hastily dried her tears and looked in the twinkling eyes of the headmaster.
"Yes, sir," she answered, sitting down on her bed.
"Well, I was wondering if you minded staying in the castle for the rest of the holidays," he said, looking around the room in mild interest.
"I would love to. Err- thank you," Hermione croaked.
"Good, I have a dormitory for you to stay in for this time. But are you sure you do not want to stay with the Weasley's maybe?" he looked down at her in concern.
Hermione thought a moment, she doubted that she was ready to face all those people. It would be too much.
"No, sir."
"I have one more question, but I want you to think this over."
Hermione nodded, growing cautious.
"Now, you are a very, very likely candidate for the position of Head Girl. But, after recent events I was not sure if you would be able to handle the position," Dumbledore sighed.
Hermione closed her eyes. This is what she had been dreaming for, this was her goal. But how could she do this? After that night, how could anyone do this?
Hermione slowly shook her head, "No, I don't think I can be Head Girl."
"Okay, your things are in the dormitory, I'll show you there."
Dumbledore stood up, and Hermione reluctantly followed him. They exited the infirmary, down the stairs, all the way to the entrance to the Great Hall, up the stairs toward Gryffindor tower, a right halfway through, down two corridors, a left, and soon they were in front of a normal door. It looked like a broom closet.
"The password is: 'Cockroach Clusters'. A favorite of mine," Dumbledore added, acknowledging her questioning look.
The door clicked as if being unlocked and Dumbledore reached forward and opened the door.
"The door cannot be opened by spells or that little key Mister Potter has. Only the password, no one knows about this room."
Hermione stared at the room, it was wonderful. She had her own common room, and (Dumbledore pointed it out to her) an upstairs bedroom connected to a bathroom. The room was tall and circular painted with a silver ceiling and gold walls. The carpeting was colored silver like the ceiling and the furniture was all black. Straight across from the door was a large fireplace holding a fire which that crackled happily.
Hermione nodded, then looked up at the Headmaster.
"You will stay here, you are allowed to wander the castle and later Professor McGonagall will take you to get your school supplies. You are welcome to walk around the grounds but be careful, and you are also allowed full use of the library. Most of the staff is staying here, so good luck," he smiled at her then left.
Taking in another deep sigh Hermione walked over to the couch and laid down on it. She looked out the large windows and saw that the sky was a light blue and scattered with white fluffy clouds. It was August first, so about now everyone would be receiving their letters from Hogwarts. Traditions were over for her, all over. This was how the rest of the summer would be, her thinking of what she could be doing that day with her parents.
She leaned back into the soft black pillows on the couch and decided to rest her eyes.
She heard the screams, her mother's screams. She sat bolt right up on the couch and cursed the memories. How would she sleep?
"I'll just ask Madam Promfrey for a dreamless sleeping potion every night," Hermione said, trying to comfort herself.
After a few minutes of calm breathing Hermione looked up the stairs and saw a mahogany door with a brass handle. Brushing aside the pillow that had been laying on her lap, she got up and walked up the stairs to her dormitory. When she reached the top, she noticed it was like a small balcony, the banister was a black steel with beautiful designs on it.
She reached over to the brass doorknob and opened it to find another beautiful room, but that was how Hogwarts was, always showing off.
The room was a deep maroon, the walls, the floors, the hangings on the four-poster bed. The only different colors were the gold covers and pillows on the bed. Anything in the room that was wood, was a dark mahogany wood and made the room look very rich.
All her things were put away, and the room was perfectly tidy.
After hours of reading, Hermione soon found that the originally light blue sky was now a fading purple, indicating that the sun was setting.
She did not know how she would be able to go on in the summer stuck in the castle. But, knowing she had other things to tend to (especially with the fact that she didn't want to think about recent events) she got up from the sofa in her private common room and exited through the old door.
Soon Hermione was back in bed and about to take some of her potion, the medi-witch had promised her a never ending supply of it so she wasn't haunted at night. She sat up in bed and took one large swig of the potion before falling back into her pillow, and falling into a deep sleep.
[A/N: More reviews! That was a little drastic....]
[Disclaimer: Not mine]
[Thank you's- Tega: Now you know what is happening so far. :D Elizabeth-Kat: Thanks, jolly good!]
Chapter II
As soon as Hermione had arrived at the Hogwarts entraance she had fallen to the ground crying, her clothes and face covered in large amounts of blood. Dumbledore had leaned over and picked her up with surprising strength, he had then carried her to the Hospital Wing and laid her in one of the beds.
"I think she will need a dreamless sleeping potion, Poppy," Dumbledore said, nodding to the medi-witch.
She nodded in return and took out a small bottle. After forcing the liquid into the young girl's mouth, she turned to Dumbledore.
The old Headmaster looked weary.
"In all my time at Hogwarts, I have never known for an event to occur like this," he said sadly.
"Should we wipe her memory?" the medi-witch asked.
"No, life will only be confusing to her. She will have to learn to live on, unfortunately haunted by this strong trauma," Dumbledore looked at the girl again.
"I don't think it would be good for her to be Head Girl this year, but I will make it her decision. I am afraid that she will try to go with the pressure. Poppy, stay with the young girl, I will need to discuss her new living arrangements for the rest of the holidays with the staff," Dumbledore left, and Madam Promfrey turned sad eyes to Hermione.
No girl at her age deserved to suffer like this.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
At first Hermione was surprised to find herself in the Hospital Wing at school. And not at home with her parents.
"Mum?" she asked the empty infirmary.
Then reality hit her. Hard. They were gone. Gone. Why did it seem so hard to admit it? Why could she not cry? Her parents were dead. But that didn't seem enough.
"My parents are-" she paused. She couldn't say the words, it was as if a pillow had been pressed in her face, suffocating her every time she tried to say it.
"No," she whispered shaking her head fast.
It wasn't true. It wasn't true. She would wake up, her parents would be at her bedside smiling at her. Just like yesterday morning. Why couldn't she wake up? What was wrong with her?
She slammed her head back into the pillow and let out a few small whimpers.
Suddenly, Severus Snape entered the Hospital Wing, unaware that the girl occupying the room was awake. She saw him cross to the Madam Promfrey's office and knock, then look around. His eyes widened as he saw that she was awake.
"Yes, Professor Snape?" Promfrey asked.
He turned back to Madam Promfrey.
"I have the potions ready in my office, would you like me to bring them?" he tried to ignore the crying girl behind him, obviously uncomfortable.
"Yes, go ahead, I need to tend to Miss Granger," Snape nodded and left, Madam Promfrey walked over to Hermione.
"How are you feeling?" she asked the trembling girl quietly.
"I-I feel sort of better, I guess," she replied, her eyes focused on the ceiling.
"Your going to have to clean up, I am some extra clothes for you," she held out a small pile of muggle clothing, Hermione took it and nodded.
As she reached the doorknob to the lavatory, she turned to Madam Promfrey.
"Thank you," she whispered, more tears running freely down her face, then she exited the room before the medi-witch could reply.
The bathroom of the infirmary was cold and eerily quiet. The only sounds were the drips of water from the sink. Hermione drew in another shaky breath, slowly removed her bloody clothes, and turned the shower on. As the water cascaded down her body, she closed her eyes, taking it all in.
Suddenly the event of last night came back in a flash. Her mother, her father, the blood... She screamed as loud as she could, trying to get rid of the horrible memories.
Tears filled her eyes and threatened to fall. Was this going to happen all the time? Every time she closed her eyes or didn't focus on something enough?
"Miss Granger, I hope you slept well?" Dumbledore said, as she entered the room.
She hastily dried her tears and looked in the twinkling eyes of the headmaster.
"Yes, sir," she answered, sitting down on her bed.
"Well, I was wondering if you minded staying in the castle for the rest of the holidays," he said, looking around the room in mild interest.
"I would love to. Err- thank you," Hermione croaked.
"Good, I have a dormitory for you to stay in for this time. But are you sure you do not want to stay with the Weasley's maybe?" he looked down at her in concern.
Hermione thought a moment, she doubted that she was ready to face all those people. It would be too much.
"No, sir."
"I have one more question, but I want you to think this over."
Hermione nodded, growing cautious.
"Now, you are a very, very likely candidate for the position of Head Girl. But, after recent events I was not sure if you would be able to handle the position," Dumbledore sighed.
Hermione closed her eyes. This is what she had been dreaming for, this was her goal. But how could she do this? After that night, how could anyone do this?
Hermione slowly shook her head, "No, I don't think I can be Head Girl."
"Okay, your things are in the dormitory, I'll show you there."
Dumbledore stood up, and Hermione reluctantly followed him. They exited the infirmary, down the stairs, all the way to the entrance to the Great Hall, up the stairs toward Gryffindor tower, a right halfway through, down two corridors, a left, and soon they were in front of a normal door. It looked like a broom closet.
"The password is: 'Cockroach Clusters'. A favorite of mine," Dumbledore added, acknowledging her questioning look.
The door clicked as if being unlocked and Dumbledore reached forward and opened the door.
"The door cannot be opened by spells or that little key Mister Potter has. Only the password, no one knows about this room."
Hermione stared at the room, it was wonderful. She had her own common room, and (Dumbledore pointed it out to her) an upstairs bedroom connected to a bathroom. The room was tall and circular painted with a silver ceiling and gold walls. The carpeting was colored silver like the ceiling and the furniture was all black. Straight across from the door was a large fireplace holding a fire which that crackled happily.
Hermione nodded, then looked up at the Headmaster.
"You will stay here, you are allowed to wander the castle and later Professor McGonagall will take you to get your school supplies. You are welcome to walk around the grounds but be careful, and you are also allowed full use of the library. Most of the staff is staying here, so good luck," he smiled at her then left.
Taking in another deep sigh Hermione walked over to the couch and laid down on it. She looked out the large windows and saw that the sky was a light blue and scattered with white fluffy clouds. It was August first, so about now everyone would be receiving their letters from Hogwarts. Traditions were over for her, all over. This was how the rest of the summer would be, her thinking of what she could be doing that day with her parents.
She leaned back into the soft black pillows on the couch and decided to rest her eyes.
She heard the screams, her mother's screams. She sat bolt right up on the couch and cursed the memories. How would she sleep?
"I'll just ask Madam Promfrey for a dreamless sleeping potion every night," Hermione said, trying to comfort herself.
After a few minutes of calm breathing Hermione looked up the stairs and saw a mahogany door with a brass handle. Brushing aside the pillow that had been laying on her lap, she got up and walked up the stairs to her dormitory. When she reached the top, she noticed it was like a small balcony, the banister was a black steel with beautiful designs on it.
She reached over to the brass doorknob and opened it to find another beautiful room, but that was how Hogwarts was, always showing off.
The room was a deep maroon, the walls, the floors, the hangings on the four-poster bed. The only different colors were the gold covers and pillows on the bed. Anything in the room that was wood, was a dark mahogany wood and made the room look very rich.
All her things were put away, and the room was perfectly tidy.
After hours of reading, Hermione soon found that the originally light blue sky was now a fading purple, indicating that the sun was setting.
She did not know how she would be able to go on in the summer stuck in the castle. But, knowing she had other things to tend to (especially with the fact that she didn't want to think about recent events) she got up from the sofa in her private common room and exited through the old door.
Soon Hermione was back in bed and about to take some of her potion, the medi-witch had promised her a never ending supply of it so she wasn't haunted at night. She sat up in bed and took one large swig of the potion before falling back into her pillow, and falling into a deep sleep.
[A/N: More reviews! That was a little drastic....]