Hey everyone! I'm back yey! I've decided that this story will be put on pause for a short while (like about 1-8 weeks) because right now I'm just going through an emotional state in my life right now (no not the one that comes once a month!) and I just want some time to think. As for "Confessions" I'm going to continue that but the updates might be sort of slow.
Disclaimer: Never will own Harry potter lol NOOOOO and I don't own boogeyman either EXCEPT some parts I made up I own those…lol
Chapter 3: Walking Down Memory Lane
Hermione was driving to where her house. She couldn't believe that after all these years, she was going back. The road was quite empty except for some exceptional cars passing by. As Hermione kept on thinking SMASH! A crow had hit her front window. A truck was also passing by and Hermione spun of out control. Then her car stopped swirving. Hermione was breathing real hard. She got out of her car and look at her front window. The crow was dead and there was blood all over the window. 'Maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't return to my house' thought Hermione. Then she got back in her car and turned on the windshield wipers(A/N: I think that's how you call it) The bird then slid off the window and the blood was splattering the window. Hermione then grabbed her water bottle and poured some water in her window. A few minutes later the blood was gone.
A while later, Hermione arrived at her home. It looked real creepy. (A/N: I didn't explain how the house looked like so I'll try to explain it right now) The house was two stories and had a faint yellow paint. It looked abandoned like a haunted house but Hermione knew in her heart that it really is and always will be haunted. A few minutes Hermione plucked up her courage and went to the front door. Shakily, she took out the keys and unlocked the door. She opened it slowly and went inside. The house was unorganized. There was plastic wrap everywhere, a few old books, pictures and tools. She looked at the pictures. There was some of her mom and dad, a couple of pictures of her, and one goofy one of her and Harry. 'I wonder if Harry is still going out with…'Hermione stopped thinking because she heard something coming from the closet at the very back of the hallway. The door was slowly opening. 'It couldn't be him? Could it' she pondered. Deciding to see if it was really him, she walked slowly to the closet. Her hands were shaking violently but she went inside the closet.
The light was on and she noticed that it was quite dusty and few coats were hanging there. She walked around the closet and found an old flute. 'I remember this' she thought and then played random notes. She laughed and put it back where she found it. Then the lights turned off. Panicking, Hermione was trying to find the door. She wasn't paying attention and she kept on running into the hangers or coats. Then she ran into a shelf and it hit her head real hard. Finally she found the doorknob and got out of the closet, closing the door. She touched the corner of her forehead and winced. She looked at her fingers and noticed blood. 'Great' thought Hermione. 'I wonder if there's any ice' and with that thought she went into the kitchen. When she saw the sink she had a flashback.
Eight year old Hermione Granger couldn't sleep. So she decided to get a glass of milk. As she was nearing the kitchen she heard two voices fighting. She was at the doorway and looked at the two people fighting. A young woman with long brown hair was washing the dishes while talking to a young man with dark brown hair. "I don't know how long I can take it" said the woman. "Ever since you told her that story, she's been freaking out!" The husband then said "Well I just told her that because my dad told me that story when I was a little boy" The woman then looked at her husband. "Yeah but did you have to go to a psychologist because of that! I don't think so, if you didn't tell her that story, we would be living a normal life!" and with that the woman walked away from the sink and into the living room, leaving a flabbergasted husband and sad guilty child behind.
Hermione shook her head. Sometimes, she wished she could be perfect for her family and forget about the boogeyman, but she knew, deep in her heart, that she couldn't. Hermione then heard some yelling. She went to the window to look to see who was yelling. It was Harry. He was riding a black horse but it didn't look like he was controlling it well. The horse seemed to be out of control. "Hold on Harry!" she yelled and went outside to where the horse and Harry were. Once she got there, the horse threw Harry off him. Harry plummeted to the ground and the horse ran away. Hermione ran toward Harry. "Are you alright?" she asked, her eyes full of worry. Harry got up, he was about 3 inches taller than Hermione (A/N: let's say Hermione is 5'5 so you do the math lol) "Yeah I'm okay, he's never been that violent before" answered Harry. "My leg is killing me" he said. "Come to my house, I'll get you some ice" said Hermione. "Okay".
Hermione got some ice out of the freezer and Harry was sitting down in a chair. "Here you go" she said. "Thanks" said Harry. "Hey, what happened to your forehead?" he asked, his tone was serious. Hermione didn't want to tell him the truth so she made up a lie. "Well silly old me tripped while coming inside the house and that scratch in my forehead is my welcome home gift." Harry laughed. "Here give me a bandage, I'll fix it up for you". Hermione nodded and grabbed a bandage. She gave it to Harry, then he grabbed an ice cube and put it in her forehead. Hermione winced. "Sorry but, if you don't wash it, it might get infected and I'm to lazy to go to the sink and get water" he said. Hermione laughed. Then he wiped the remains of water in her forehead with a napkin and put on the bandage. "Thank you" said Hermione. "Your welcome" he responded. There was a small moment of silence when Hermione said "So you still live with your dad?" "Yep, but he's usually not at home, so basically I live by myself. And how about you? How's life in the big city?" Hermione blushed. "Well it's great. I mean there's lots of sight's to see, there's a lot of cultural stuff. You should come someday" Harry shook his head. "Nah, I like living here." Then there was another pause. "So have any girlfriends Potter?" asked Hermione. "Well used too, I was going out with Cho Chang, you know that girl that you hated when we were little" Hermione rolled her eyes. When she was 5 Harry and Hermione met and became best friends. In fact, Hermione had a crush on him. But then, when she was 7, Cho Chang moved into the town and all Harry could think about was Cho this and Cho that. Hermione hated her for stealing the man of her dreams away. Well, Cho hated her too. They would play pranks on each other and Cho would tease Hermione a lot only when Harry wasn't arround. Then when Hermione turned 13 she got the worst birthday gift ever. As she was about to blow out her candles, Cho asked Harry out. Harry being the stubborn git accepted. Hermione blew out the candles and ran outside. Harry wanted to comfort her but Cho said it was a girl thing. But, before Hermione could "congratulate" the new couple, she was taken to live with her uncle. That was the last time she saw Harry and Cho.
"How long were you guys going out?" asked Hermione. "Well when she asked me out the first time we went out for a year, then broke up but remained friends. Then on my 19th birthday I asked her out again and now we've broken up for good." "So why did you break up with her?" asked Hermione. She was glad he no longer dated Cho, because she knew she didn't deserve him. "I caught her cheating on me with a guy from another city. His name was. let's see..Oh yeah! Cedric Diggory." Hermione's temper was boiling. How could someone do that to Harry? When she first saw Cho she knew that she couldn't be trusted and of course she was right. "Sorry" said Hermione. "Don't be" said Harry. "Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you! I found this really goofy picture of us when we were 8 years old!" "Really?" "Yeah" Hermione said. Then she went to where she put the goofy picture. As she was about to leave she heard the closet door open once again. Hermione wanted to get away, but her feet were frozen in place. 'Please don't come in, please don't come in' she kept on saying in her mind. The door was halfway open when Harry popped in. "Hey, so where's the goofy pic?" he asked. "What? Oh yeah sorry about that, I was staring out into space" she handed Harry the picture. She looked at the door and noticed it was fully closed. "Aaww we look so cute in this picture" said Harry in falsely sweet voice. Hermione laughed.
"Hey I remember this picture! It's when you told me about the boogeyman living in your room!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione paled. Yes, she did tell Harry about it, but he didn't believe her either. No one did. "Yeah" Hermione said. "You don't believe in him anymore right?" he asked. Hermione sighed. "Some things, aren't meant to be forgotten" she whispered. Awkward silence followed. Harry looked at his watch. "Hey I have to go, it's my turn to make dinner, my dad is finally going to be there, if you want I can bring you some leftovers?" "Nah, that's okay" said Hermione. "Well I'll visit later" he said. "Okay then bye" she said. "Bye" said Harry and then he left.
A few hours later AKA: Night Time:
Hermione was taking out the trash. She put it in the trash can when all of a sudden she heard a sound coming from the outhouse. (A/N: yes they have an outhouse). "Who-whose there" said Hermione. No one answered. She then decided to check it out. She went inside. It was a huge mess, branches everywhere, trash everywhere. She heard the noise again, and it was coming from a corner. "Whose there" asked Hermione again. No one answered again. Hermione walked closer and then found out who was making the noise. It was the girl from the funeral! "Hey! I know you! Your that girl that I saw at my mum's funeral!" exclaimed Hermione. The girl stood up. She had on a light brown sweater, jeans, and a skirt on. She had a pale complexion and fiery red hair. "What's your name?" asked Hermione. "My name is Ginny" she answered. "Aren't you suppose to be going home? Your parents might be worried about you" Ginny shrugged. "I'm going home after you answer my question" "Shoot" said Hermione. Ginny took a deep breath and then said "Is it true?" "Is what true?"
"Did the Boogeyman really take your dad?" Hermione paled. 'How did this girl know?' she thought. Then she answered. "No, he left when I was eight". Ginny looked at her for a second and then ran off. Hermione noticed a pink backpack. "HEY YOU FORGOT YOUR BACKPACK!" she yelled, but Ginny was long gone. Sighing, Hermione took Ginny's backpack and went inside her house.
A/N: Yey I finished Chapter 3! At this rate I might do about 8 chapters, but hey I could be wrong it's just an estimate! Please review! Thanx! And sorry for any spelling errors!
