HELLO!
i am terribly sorry that i havent updated in a VERY long time, but with school, Battle of the Books, Lit. Circles, and troubles at home, i have been swamped, this chapter is not exactly the same err... length as the last one, or the same context exactly, but well, it is something... and i hope you will read... and my other fics/poem as well :)
I would like to let you know, that most of the stuff mentioned in my story ismy... how you say... short term biography, with certain events that i picked out, most of them related to each other.(i changed all the names, but i am most of the characters, but i am DEFINITELY not ms. james.
this chapter is to let you know that i am still going to continue to write the story :)
I am doing well and all, and have been more active all around.
enjoy!
Hermione's POV, Earlier that day.
I walked into Myrtle's bathroom just in time. I had been fighting tears all the way up the steps. After what had just happened, I wanted to kill Harry. To this day, I still don't have a clue as to why he has these outbursts, just that they are as annoying as hell.
Myrtle was laughing at me, but somehow, I managed to ignore her. I didn't even know exactly whyI was crying, but thought it was the mounting stress of my life. After who knows how long, I dried my tears. Myrtle began to ramble on about how she despised boys, with the exception of Harry, who she fancied. I once again found a way to block her out, although it was particularly hard. I stayed for a few minutes, just to make sure that I wasn't going to burst out in tears again.
As I was walking down the hall, I spotted Krum. He was most likely headed toward Ms. James' class, but I couldn't be sure. Then it hit me. If I wanted revenge on Harry, all I had to do was inflict emotional trauma indirectly. The perfect target for that was Krum.
If I were to do anyhting, I had to do it quickly, because he was about to turn the corner. I jumped behind a rather large, rusty statue, and muttered the first thing that came to mind. It turned out to be a curse found in "Curses and Countercurses", that, if used properly, was supposed to open the gut of a person, and make its contents spill out. It was a rather interesting curse that worked with the stuffing on a bearI had found. I had never used the curse on a living being before, but was most pleased thatI had used it then. Unfortunately,I missed his gut, and hit his leg. A blue spark of light flew through the air, and landed smack dab in ther middle of his lower-leg. He wore a shocked look on his face, then collapsed into a twisted postiton. He tried to rise, but with no progress made, began to yell. He was facing opposite of me, so I was able to run to him without looking too suspicious.
I emerged from behind the statue, and ran toward him. He looked so shocked, I am surprised that I didn't burst out laughing then.
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