HERMIONE'S TRIBULATION
DISCLAIMER: Oh no, sirs, Dobby does not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does sirs, she does. (that goes for me too) Any characters or plot ideas not found in the previous five HP books would be mine. Enjoy!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, sorry to those who I disappointed with my other story. I just wasn't feeling it and I have better ideas that were too late to use in my otha story Harry Potter and the Arduous Trial. I also really wanted the story to be mainly about Hermione because after the fifth book, I couldn't stand Harry. I can also relate to Hermione the most making her much easier to write about. So anyways this fan fic is mainly about Hermione if ya didn't catch that from the title. It is a mystery/(eventual) romance. Even though I can't stand Harry, this will eventually be a HPHR fan fic. But not for a while. I just think they fit better than Ron and Hermione, but that's just my opinion. I know most of you disagree with me, but I really don't care. Hehe. Well, I really hope u like this and I promise I will finish this one, the last one was my first fan fic so give me a break. Here it goes.
CHAPTER ONE: A Third Prophecy
On the night of her final day of her sixth year at Hogwarts:
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the close friend of The Boy
Who Lived will meet her end.
Hermione suddenly awoke from the sound of Professor Trelawney's voice. She knew it was her former Divination teacher talking, however it was in a harsh tone. What had happened? Hermione was covered in a cold sweat, sitting upright on her four-poster bed of her dormitory at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was still in a daze from her unusual dream. Or was it a dream?
It had seemed so real. She hadn't seen anything, but she had certainly heard Trelawney in a harsh voice. The message seemed to have swirled around her in the darkness of her dream. She then thought of the words Trelawney had spoken. Final day of her sixth year.close friend of The Boy Who Lived.meet her end.It was talking about her. There was no one else. Harry had made it clear before school had started that his only true and closest friends were she and Ron. Was this just a dream?
Harry had once said that when Trelawney had made her second prediction about Harry himself, she had spoken in a harsh tone as well. What if her dream was a prophecy, as well? Would she truly meet her end by the final day of school this year? She didn't want to think about that. She knew that she was just overreacting. She wasn't like Harry. She couldn't see visions of the present. She was Hermione Granger, "the smart girl in our class".
As she thought of Harry and Ron, she started to go over her summer holiday the beginning of her sixth year at Hogwarts in her mind.
A few weeks after the holiday had begun, she had received a letter from Viktor Krum. It had invited her to spend a week with him in his family's summer house that was very close to wear Hermione lived. Even though her parents were reluctant at first, most likely because they had never met this Viktor Krum before, they gave into their only child's pleading. She immediately sent him an owl with her grateful reply and began packing. The next day, an owl delivered her another letter from Viktor, telling her that he would meet her at her house in order to meet her parents. She couldn't believe that Viktor was so thoughtful.
He arrived at Hermione's around 2:00 PM that day and had a long conversation with Hermione's parents. They immediately approved of him and were much less reluctant to see their daughter off for a week. Viktor picked up Hermione's bags and lead her out the door after giving his thanks and goodbyes to the Grangers.
Because his summerhouse was just a few blocks away, Viktor and Hermione walked back. They talked of their past year at school, desires, hope, and dreams most of the way back. Viktor had even held Hermione's hand while still carrying her bags. She thought that he was the most wonderful person in the world.
The next day though, things were different. Much different. Instead of being the irresistible romantic he had seemed to be, he was controlling and very critical of Hermione's every action. He gave her the clothes that she was to wear and told her to lose a lot of weight. No matter how hurt she felt though, she went along with him because she was so afraid to lose him.
His actions toward her had become worse as the hours and days went on. Eventually Hermione had told him that she was very uncomfortable and that she wanted to go home. Viktor was outraged. He threw things across the room at her, called her names like "You horrendous bitch!", and "You fat whore!". Hermione couldn't believe he was saying these things. She started packing her things and he immediately collected himself and pulled her into a hug. He kept saying, "Please Hermione, and don't leave. I love you. You love me."
Hermione pushed him away and told him that she didn't love him. He slapped her across the face causing her to fall to the floor. He pinned her down on the floor and started kissing her neck. Hermione couldn't move. He was too strong. She was screaming for him to get off, but he wouldn't. She finally was able to free one of her arms from his tight grip and did the only thing she could think of. She had punched him in the face and he recoiled. Hermione jumped up, grabbed her things and ran out the door. She didn't stop running until she got to her front step.
There in front of her were a dozen red roses with a note. The note was from Viktor. He had written that he didn't know what he was thinking and that he loved her with all of his heart. He went on by saying that he knew she loved him and that she was making a mistake by leaving him.
Hermione had tears in her eyes as she ripped up the note and threw the roses into a nearby bush. She opened the door and ran upstairs where she fell onto her bed before crying herself to sleep. She hadn't noticed that her parents weren't home.
The next day, her parents still were not home. She called her father's cell phone once, but had found it on the kitchen table. She was worried, but she waited until the next day. They had no way of knowing that she would be coming home early. They must have spent a few days in a hotel or something. After three days had past, she began to get worried. She sent an owl to Ron and Harry, who were at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place for the summer. (Harry and Lupin had inherited the house through Sirius's will.) She was stunned by their reply.
Hermione,
We have been trying to reach you for days at Krum's, but you haven't been returning our owls. We figured you were just too devastated to talk to us after what had happened. Why don't you come live at Grimmauld Place until school starts? We can sort things out here. Ron and I are extremely sorry. There isn't anything that we can say in a letter that will be strong enough to express what we feel for you right now. Please come to Grimmauld Place. I had denial at first too, but now I have accepted my loss. Please write back as soon as you read this. We are planning to come get you, but I think it's more proper if we get your approval. I'm here for you Hermione. Miss you terribly, and so does Ron.
Love from,
Harry
At the time, Hermione was very confused. 'How had Harry known about what Krum had done? Had he had a vision? No, what had happened was too trivial for him to see. Wait, why had he said, "I had denial at first too, but now I have accepted my loss."? That doesn't make any sense' she had thought to herself. She dismissed this and wrote back to Harry.
Harry,
I don't know how you found out about Viktor and I don't care right now. What do you mean you were in denial first and then accepted your loss? How was Viktor being a complete jerk a loss to you? I will come to Grimmauld place, but I just don't see why you and Ron are making such a big deal over this. I'm over Viktor. He's not a part of my life anymore. Come whenever you feel like it to pick me up. My parents still aren't home yet. They must have stayed at a hotel or something. See you soon I hope.
Love from,
Hermione
* * *
Several hours later, Harry and Ron had tumbled out of Hermione's fireplace. They wore glum expressions on their faces and faked smiles as they greeted her. 'What is wrong with them? Aren't they happy to see me?' she had thought to herself. They exchanged awkward greetings and loaded Hermione's things into the fireplace. Hermione had then entered the fireplace next to her luggage, yelled out "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!", threw some floo powder in the fireplace and with a "whoosh" of flames, she was gone.
A few moments later, Harry, followed by Ron tumbled out of the kitchen fireplace of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Harry and Ron grabbed Hermione's things as she dusted herself off and hurried as quickly as they could up the staircase to their room. Hermione instinctively followed.
When she had arrived in the room, she noticed their expressions were even more morbid than usual. She couldn't understand why. Had they just been discussing Sirius? I knew how hard the summer must have been to leave the Dursleys and live in the one place he must have been dreading to visit. Their expressions were so morbid.
I had the urge to say 'Who died?' just to lighten their spirits, but that was definitely not the time. I began to look curiously at them to somehow reach out and feel what they were feeling.
"Her-Hermione?" Harry choked out. "Are you OK?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be? That whole thing with Viktor was a little disappointing but - well why are you two making such a big deal out of this?"
Ron started this time. "Hermione? Where are your parents?" He seemed rather hesitant.
"Hermione, come sit down next to me." Harry said.
She had slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to him. She was very confused. Harry took her hands in his and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Hermione. This is very difficult for me to tell you and it's probably going to be even more difficult for you to deal with, but you really need to know." Harry took a deep breathe as Ron came to Hermione's other side and rubbed her back.
"Hermione, when you were at Krum's, your parents had decided to go on a short trip to London just outside of Diagon Alley. That day, a group of Death Eaters raided the streets looking for your parents." Tears welled up in both Harry and Hermione's eyes. Hermione was gasping for breath.
"Hermione, your parents were killed." Harry finished through sobs.
DISCLAIMER: Oh no, sirs, Dobby does not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does sirs, she does. (that goes for me too) Any characters or plot ideas not found in the previous five HP books would be mine. Enjoy!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, sorry to those who I disappointed with my other story. I just wasn't feeling it and I have better ideas that were too late to use in my otha story Harry Potter and the Arduous Trial. I also really wanted the story to be mainly about Hermione because after the fifth book, I couldn't stand Harry. I can also relate to Hermione the most making her much easier to write about. So anyways this fan fic is mainly about Hermione if ya didn't catch that from the title. It is a mystery/(eventual) romance. Even though I can't stand Harry, this will eventually be a HPHR fan fic. But not for a while. I just think they fit better than Ron and Hermione, but that's just my opinion. I know most of you disagree with me, but I really don't care. Hehe. Well, I really hope u like this and I promise I will finish this one, the last one was my first fan fic so give me a break. Here it goes.
CHAPTER ONE: A Third Prophecy
On the night of her final day of her sixth year at Hogwarts:
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the close friend of The Boy
Who Lived will meet her end.
Hermione suddenly awoke from the sound of Professor Trelawney's voice. She knew it was her former Divination teacher talking, however it was in a harsh tone. What had happened? Hermione was covered in a cold sweat, sitting upright on her four-poster bed of her dormitory at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was still in a daze from her unusual dream. Or was it a dream?
It had seemed so real. She hadn't seen anything, but she had certainly heard Trelawney in a harsh voice. The message seemed to have swirled around her in the darkness of her dream. She then thought of the words Trelawney had spoken. Final day of her sixth year.close friend of The Boy Who Lived.meet her end.It was talking about her. There was no one else. Harry had made it clear before school had started that his only true and closest friends were she and Ron. Was this just a dream?
Harry had once said that when Trelawney had made her second prediction about Harry himself, she had spoken in a harsh tone as well. What if her dream was a prophecy, as well? Would she truly meet her end by the final day of school this year? She didn't want to think about that. She knew that she was just overreacting. She wasn't like Harry. She couldn't see visions of the present. She was Hermione Granger, "the smart girl in our class".
As she thought of Harry and Ron, she started to go over her summer holiday the beginning of her sixth year at Hogwarts in her mind.
A few weeks after the holiday had begun, she had received a letter from Viktor Krum. It had invited her to spend a week with him in his family's summer house that was very close to wear Hermione lived. Even though her parents were reluctant at first, most likely because they had never met this Viktor Krum before, they gave into their only child's pleading. She immediately sent him an owl with her grateful reply and began packing. The next day, an owl delivered her another letter from Viktor, telling her that he would meet her at her house in order to meet her parents. She couldn't believe that Viktor was so thoughtful.
He arrived at Hermione's around 2:00 PM that day and had a long conversation with Hermione's parents. They immediately approved of him and were much less reluctant to see their daughter off for a week. Viktor picked up Hermione's bags and lead her out the door after giving his thanks and goodbyes to the Grangers.
Because his summerhouse was just a few blocks away, Viktor and Hermione walked back. They talked of their past year at school, desires, hope, and dreams most of the way back. Viktor had even held Hermione's hand while still carrying her bags. She thought that he was the most wonderful person in the world.
The next day though, things were different. Much different. Instead of being the irresistible romantic he had seemed to be, he was controlling and very critical of Hermione's every action. He gave her the clothes that she was to wear and told her to lose a lot of weight. No matter how hurt she felt though, she went along with him because she was so afraid to lose him.
His actions toward her had become worse as the hours and days went on. Eventually Hermione had told him that she was very uncomfortable and that she wanted to go home. Viktor was outraged. He threw things across the room at her, called her names like "You horrendous bitch!", and "You fat whore!". Hermione couldn't believe he was saying these things. She started packing her things and he immediately collected himself and pulled her into a hug. He kept saying, "Please Hermione, and don't leave. I love you. You love me."
Hermione pushed him away and told him that she didn't love him. He slapped her across the face causing her to fall to the floor. He pinned her down on the floor and started kissing her neck. Hermione couldn't move. He was too strong. She was screaming for him to get off, but he wouldn't. She finally was able to free one of her arms from his tight grip and did the only thing she could think of. She had punched him in the face and he recoiled. Hermione jumped up, grabbed her things and ran out the door. She didn't stop running until she got to her front step.
There in front of her were a dozen red roses with a note. The note was from Viktor. He had written that he didn't know what he was thinking and that he loved her with all of his heart. He went on by saying that he knew she loved him and that she was making a mistake by leaving him.
Hermione had tears in her eyes as she ripped up the note and threw the roses into a nearby bush. She opened the door and ran upstairs where she fell onto her bed before crying herself to sleep. She hadn't noticed that her parents weren't home.
The next day, her parents still were not home. She called her father's cell phone once, but had found it on the kitchen table. She was worried, but she waited until the next day. They had no way of knowing that she would be coming home early. They must have spent a few days in a hotel or something. After three days had past, she began to get worried. She sent an owl to Ron and Harry, who were at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place for the summer. (Harry and Lupin had inherited the house through Sirius's will.) She was stunned by their reply.
Hermione,
We have been trying to reach you for days at Krum's, but you haven't been returning our owls. We figured you were just too devastated to talk to us after what had happened. Why don't you come live at Grimmauld Place until school starts? We can sort things out here. Ron and I are extremely sorry. There isn't anything that we can say in a letter that will be strong enough to express what we feel for you right now. Please come to Grimmauld Place. I had denial at first too, but now I have accepted my loss. Please write back as soon as you read this. We are planning to come get you, but I think it's more proper if we get your approval. I'm here for you Hermione. Miss you terribly, and so does Ron.
Love from,
Harry
At the time, Hermione was very confused. 'How had Harry known about what Krum had done? Had he had a vision? No, what had happened was too trivial for him to see. Wait, why had he said, "I had denial at first too, but now I have accepted my loss."? That doesn't make any sense' she had thought to herself. She dismissed this and wrote back to Harry.
Harry,
I don't know how you found out about Viktor and I don't care right now. What do you mean you were in denial first and then accepted your loss? How was Viktor being a complete jerk a loss to you? I will come to Grimmauld place, but I just don't see why you and Ron are making such a big deal over this. I'm over Viktor. He's not a part of my life anymore. Come whenever you feel like it to pick me up. My parents still aren't home yet. They must have stayed at a hotel or something. See you soon I hope.
Love from,
Hermione
* * *
Several hours later, Harry and Ron had tumbled out of Hermione's fireplace. They wore glum expressions on their faces and faked smiles as they greeted her. 'What is wrong with them? Aren't they happy to see me?' she had thought to herself. They exchanged awkward greetings and loaded Hermione's things into the fireplace. Hermione had then entered the fireplace next to her luggage, yelled out "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!", threw some floo powder in the fireplace and with a "whoosh" of flames, she was gone.
A few moments later, Harry, followed by Ron tumbled out of the kitchen fireplace of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Harry and Ron grabbed Hermione's things as she dusted herself off and hurried as quickly as they could up the staircase to their room. Hermione instinctively followed.
When she had arrived in the room, she noticed their expressions were even more morbid than usual. She couldn't understand why. Had they just been discussing Sirius? I knew how hard the summer must have been to leave the Dursleys and live in the one place he must have been dreading to visit. Their expressions were so morbid.
I had the urge to say 'Who died?' just to lighten their spirits, but that was definitely not the time. I began to look curiously at them to somehow reach out and feel what they were feeling.
"Her-Hermione?" Harry choked out. "Are you OK?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be? That whole thing with Viktor was a little disappointing but - well why are you two making such a big deal out of this?"
Ron started this time. "Hermione? Where are your parents?" He seemed rather hesitant.
"Hermione, come sit down next to me." Harry said.
She had slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to him. She was very confused. Harry took her hands in his and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Hermione. This is very difficult for me to tell you and it's probably going to be even more difficult for you to deal with, but you really need to know." Harry took a deep breathe as Ron came to Hermione's other side and rubbed her back.
"Hermione, when you were at Krum's, your parents had decided to go on a short trip to London just outside of Diagon Alley. That day, a group of Death Eaters raided the streets looking for your parents." Tears welled up in both Harry and Hermione's eyes. Hermione was gasping for breath.
"Hermione, your parents were killed." Harry finished through sobs.