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, I really wanna know what you guys think of this fan fic. I haven't gotten any reviews, which could be either good or bad. So, I'm adding on. Hopefully u guys like this, because I really like writing. If not, that's fine. Constructive criticism always helps. Well, here's ch 2.
CHAPTER TWO: Devastation
RECAP: "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.
* * *
Hermione fell into Harry's arms with loud sobs. Her whole world seemed to have collapsed on top of her at that very moment, causing her to collapse into Harry. She couldn't stop crying. So many emotions were dancing in her mind as she sobbed into Harry's shoulder. She felt devastation, fear, love, hate, and most of all, guilt. She wanted to die right then and there.
Harry issued slight tears while holding Hermione tightly. He knew that there was nothing he could say to make the pain go away. Ron continued to rub Hermione's back.
After a few minutes passed, Hermione was in the same state as she had been. Ron was summoned from downstairs by his mother.
"Ronald Weasley! You get down here this instant! I need to have a word with you!" she yelled rather sternly.
Ron sighed, "I better go."
Hermione turned to Ron and gave his a hug, before quickly returning back to the arms of Harry.
"Good luck, mate." Ron whispered to Harry so Hermione couldn't hear.
Harry nodded and pulled Hermione into a tighter hug. His shoulder was drenched with her tears. He placed his head on Hermione's dry shoulder. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours.
* * *
It had actually been only ten minutes later when Ron returned from his mother's scolding. Hermione had finally broken away from Harry. She hadn't wanted to. She felt so safe in her friend's arms. Harry wiped the tears from Hermione's chestnut eyes. She stared back into his emerald green eyes. She had always loved Harry and Ron, but while looking into those eyes, she knew she had felt something more.
* * *
During the rest of the summer, Hermione never talked to Harry or Ron about her parents. She continuously thought about them, but she wasn't going to bother her friends with her problems.
There were plenty of things going on to have kept her mind straight during the day, though. The Order had offered to help finish fixing up Grimmauld Place for Harry and Lupin. Most of the rooms had already been finished, despite the amount of pressure that was laid upon the Order after Voldemort's return just a few months previous. The house barely looked as though it had been home to Dark wizards. Harry finally had a place that he could call home.
There were many Order meetings in the dining room, practically one everyday. We were never allowed to attend them, as always, but we usually always had a good idea of what the meetings were about. Lupin had informed us on many things. He seemed to have wanted to make up for Harry's loss of Sirius and my own loss of my parents by becoming somewhat of a guardian to Harry and I. Harry seemed very thankful. I knew of his loneliness, because I too had a sense of the same feeling.
* * *
The train ride to Hogwarts was a monotonous one. Harry and Ron played wizard chess and exploding snap as I re-read The Standard Book of Spells: Grade Six. Ginny left us for a while and came back with Dean Thomas, a fellow sixth year and Ginny's boyfriend. We all sat and talked about school and our summers, conveniently leaving my losses out, and Ginny and Dean left to return back to their own compartment.
Luna Lovegood had also visited. She had made the same comments to Ron, as she always had. It was so obvious that she had fancied him, but he was too oblivious to realize it. She left rather quickly because she had just been on her way to the bathroom.
The only unusual thing that had happened on the train was the absence of Draco Malfoy's usual visit. They had been confused by this, but not in the least bit sorry.
* * *
The feast was as good as ever. I had given up on S.P.E.W., to Harry and Ron's surprise. I had just lost the enthusiasm for it after the summer.
Dumbledore's speech was quite predictable to Harry, Ron, and I. He had mentioned what had happened at the ministry and Voldemort's return. New school rules would be put into place immediately, safety precautions were discussed, etc.
It was also mentioned that Dumbledore had not been able to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher until that morning, so the teacher would be arriving on the first day of classes. He ended with the usual.
* * *
Hermione snapped out of her daze. She looked at her watch. She was running very late. She jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and ran all the way to the Great Hall for breakfast, hoping that she wasn't too late to meet up with Harry and Ron.
A/N: I know that this chapter was boring, but I had to explain everything that had happened. I didn't feel like starting the story at the beginning of the summer so I just had it start on the first day of classes and have Hermione look back. I hope it wasn't that confusing. Well pleez tell me what you think. I've been dying to get reviews!! Thanx!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, I really wanna know what you guys think of this fan fic. I haven't gotten any reviews, which could be either good or bad. So, I'm adding on. Hopefully u guys like this, because I really like writing. If not, that's fine. Constructive criticism always helps. Well, here's ch 2.
CHAPTER TWO: Devastation
RECAP: "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.
* * *
Hermione fell into Harry's arms with loud sobs. Her whole world seemed to have collapsed on top of her at that very moment, causing her to collapse into Harry. She couldn't stop crying. So many emotions were dancing in her mind as she sobbed into Harry's shoulder. She felt devastation, fear, love, hate, and most of all, guilt. She wanted to die right then and there.
Harry issued slight tears while holding Hermione tightly. He knew that there was nothing he could say to make the pain go away. Ron continued to rub Hermione's back.
After a few minutes passed, Hermione was in the same state as she had been. Ron was summoned from downstairs by his mother.
"Ronald Weasley! You get down here this instant! I need to have a word with you!" she yelled rather sternly.
Ron sighed, "I better go."
Hermione turned to Ron and gave his a hug, before quickly returning back to the arms of Harry.
"Good luck, mate." Ron whispered to Harry so Hermione couldn't hear.
Harry nodded and pulled Hermione into a tighter hug. His shoulder was drenched with her tears. He placed his head on Hermione's dry shoulder. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours.
* * *
It had actually been only ten minutes later when Ron returned from his mother's scolding. Hermione had finally broken away from Harry. She hadn't wanted to. She felt so safe in her friend's arms. Harry wiped the tears from Hermione's chestnut eyes. She stared back into his emerald green eyes. She had always loved Harry and Ron, but while looking into those eyes, she knew she had felt something more.
* * *
During the rest of the summer, Hermione never talked to Harry or Ron about her parents. She continuously thought about them, but she wasn't going to bother her friends with her problems.
There were plenty of things going on to have kept her mind straight during the day, though. The Order had offered to help finish fixing up Grimmauld Place for Harry and Lupin. Most of the rooms had already been finished, despite the amount of pressure that was laid upon the Order after Voldemort's return just a few months previous. The house barely looked as though it had been home to Dark wizards. Harry finally had a place that he could call home.
There were many Order meetings in the dining room, practically one everyday. We were never allowed to attend them, as always, but we usually always had a good idea of what the meetings were about. Lupin had informed us on many things. He seemed to have wanted to make up for Harry's loss of Sirius and my own loss of my parents by becoming somewhat of a guardian to Harry and I. Harry seemed very thankful. I knew of his loneliness, because I too had a sense of the same feeling.
* * *
The train ride to Hogwarts was a monotonous one. Harry and Ron played wizard chess and exploding snap as I re-read The Standard Book of Spells: Grade Six. Ginny left us for a while and came back with Dean Thomas, a fellow sixth year and Ginny's boyfriend. We all sat and talked about school and our summers, conveniently leaving my losses out, and Ginny and Dean left to return back to their own compartment.
Luna Lovegood had also visited. She had made the same comments to Ron, as she always had. It was so obvious that she had fancied him, but he was too oblivious to realize it. She left rather quickly because she had just been on her way to the bathroom.
The only unusual thing that had happened on the train was the absence of Draco Malfoy's usual visit. They had been confused by this, but not in the least bit sorry.
* * *
The feast was as good as ever. I had given up on S.P.E.W., to Harry and Ron's surprise. I had just lost the enthusiasm for it after the summer.
Dumbledore's speech was quite predictable to Harry, Ron, and I. He had mentioned what had happened at the ministry and Voldemort's return. New school rules would be put into place immediately, safety precautions were discussed, etc.
It was also mentioned that Dumbledore had not been able to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher until that morning, so the teacher would be arriving on the first day of classes. He ended with the usual.
* * *
Hermione snapped out of her daze. She looked at her watch. She was running very late. She jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and ran all the way to the Great Hall for breakfast, hoping that she wasn't too late to meet up with Harry and Ron.
A/N: I know that this chapter was boring, but I had to explain everything that had happened. I didn't feel like starting the story at the beginning of the summer so I just had it start on the first day of classes and have Hermione look back. I hope it wasn't that confusing. Well pleez tell me what you think. I've been dying to get reviews!! Thanx!