Okay, this is only my first attempt at a real fanfic, since the other stuff i've done it just a buncha random short stories. I couldn't remember my password or the e-mail i used or anything for that account though, which is why if u were really weird and wanted to read my stories u won't find them on my profile. If you do want to read them, you can just search "Box of Chocolates" and find the one by harrysprincess (or w/e the screen name was, i can't even remember that cuz it was a long time ago)
As of now, I guess you better know that I just write when I have time, and/or when I feel like it. I write on impulse most of the time, and I don't plan out my stories. They just… come. Lol. And let me tell you, I've finally realized what hard work it is to write a book! I only have TEN chapters in my other 'story'/collection and I feel like it's been going on forever. So yeah. So there's my blabbing for now. PHEW aren't you glad it's over? And btw, I haven't written anything in a long time (like since last summer and it's now January) so I'm a little rusty and slow on ideas.
Disclaimer: This goes for throughout the story. I don't own the characters, or anything Harry Potter, except for the plot. Well… I do own a poster book. And two DVD's (make that three--see how long it's been since I first wrote this story?!?!) Hehe. I'm not J.K. Rowling, and never will be. sigh There ya go. You happy, Ms. Rowling's lawyers?!?!
The Chain of Things
Prologue: The Explanation
Hermione Jane Granger was born in 1980, a beautiful baby girl, to her then-happy Muggle parents. Back then, no one knew she was a witch, or even that another world existed. As the years went by, it became evident that her parents weren't actually happy. They began with small little fights, about where the keys were, what activities Hermione had where, and how irresponsible each was. They always made up, but soon the fights began to morph. And evidently, they never stopped, they just kept growing.
Soon they were arguing about bills and how much spending money was to be allotted each month to each person. And soon after that they were nit-picking about each other's character traits, then about each's families. They sometimes broke walls and windows, which always had to be repaired, and threw around the garbage, and just… went crazy. And it wasn't only a few times a month. It was constantly, every day.
This all started when Hermione was about five. It went on and on and on. Now she was almost seventeen, ready to go back to Hogwarts for her final year. She knew she was probably the only person who knew how Harry felt when he said Hogwarts was home.
Hermione had learned to keep out of things when she was at home, and frankly, now, she didn't care about anything. She had developed a 'tough-chick' attitude, and always talked back to her parents; they were always mad at her, so she was always mad at them. She knew they'd always be in bad moods, so she put on her facade when she was there.
She would have had numerous things and privileges taken away from her, except, she attended boarding school, which meant there were usually no parties or anything during the summer anyway.
Her anger had seemed to build up over the years. Twelve years her parents had been at each other, and had never gotten a divorce, to 'save the family name.' She hated her home, and she couldn't wait to get out of there when she got out of school.
Hermione was like two different people. She was the happy, smart, charming girl at school. She was well-liked, for the most part, but couldn't be considered "popular," even if she was friends with The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. She often thought to herself that the "popular" people were ninety-five percent sluts and bastards and bitches anyway.
At home, Hermione became a wild person. She had a defiant attitude all the time, talking back to her parents and thinking up ways to get revenge at them when she was older. Sometimes when her mother got so mad at her, she would cry in her room, thinking of how most of her other friends got to go on vacations all the time, and had loving families. She had suicidal thoughts sometimes, or at least thought of running away to the other side of the globe. She wished she actually had the guts to do something about her life.
A/N: So, how was it? I hope it wasn't TERRIBLE. Lol. So, that was the prologue. And by the way, just so you all know, most of the bad language is because it's written like J.K. Rowling- third person limited (third person, but you only know the thoughts of one character, so it's sorta like first person, in a way, I guess). Therefore, Hermione's usually in a bad mood/in her other persona. And so, she's angry and using bad language in her head. (Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Lol-my friends and I say that whenever anyone does anything bad) And no, she's NOT schizophrenic. Haha—she could be, I don't know. ;P Please review!!!!! Also, if you have any ideas for plot (since like i said I usually just write impulsively or when I have time) please tell me in a review! sapphire