Chapter 3: Old friends meet again
By: Hatred violence and cruelty
Last time: "What is your problem? One minute, your all nice, the next you are psycho and evil."
He just gave me a weird look. "What are you talking about?"
This just made me peeved. "You were really nice to me. Then Pansy shows up and you act like… like you! Now you are nice again. What's your problem?"
He looked at me with a cross between a blank stare and shock, Opened his mouth to say something, then turned around and walked off. But I distinctively heard him mutter, "I want to change for you."
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After he left, a man over the loudspeaker announced we'd be arriving in 10 minutes. I quickly slipped into an empty compartment, and changed into my robes.
As I exited, I spotted, a head with black, messy hair, and a 2 red.
"Harry, Ginny, Ron!" I yelled as I ran down the compartment. They turned, and looked right past me. "Harry! Ron!" I yelled again. They looked at me weirdly. Then I realized, they don't recognize me!
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" asked Ginny politely. I ignored her, and looked straight into Ron's eyes. Then it hit him. He threw his arms around me and a hug that matched that of Mrs. Weasley.
"Mione!" he yelled. He let go of me, and stared at my change in appearance. "Wow, you really have changed!"
Harry gave me a hug next, and the Ginny. "We haven't heard from you all summer!'' Ginny squealed.
I smiled, though it was slightly forced. They must've been wondering why I didn't respond all summer. I couldn't tell them about my father, and his drinking. They wouldn't understand, that this problem was the reason of all my bruises on my stomach and arms, that thankfully, since I was of age, I could sneak and get my wand and magic them away.
See, my father lost his job. So he started drinking. At first not much. But it started to get heavy. After a while he started hitting me. Not so badly at first. But then he started getting brutal. And my mother couldn't stop him, for she was too afraid. After a while, he took my wand. Locked it up. But sometimes, when he was passed out cold, I was able to get it.
After this had gone on for most of the summer, my mum and I finally got the courage to phone the police, while he was passed out. Right now, he is in prison, awaiting trial. But I'm still afraid.
"Well I was really busy! Sorry guys." She just gave another huge grin, and put her arm around me. Ron got on my other side, but his arm around me, and Harry stood in fron my levitating backwards.
We climbed off the train, and climbed aboard the carriages that would take me back to my true home. Hogwarts.
It's short!!! I plan on writing shorties! But it's ok! Just keep reviewing and I'll be happy as a clam!
