Yep, I got 3 times as many reviews as I needed, sooo… here's another chapter. I'll have to get at least 1 more review (not including the ones I already have) to keep writing. Here ya go! WHOOT WHOOT! Can you tell I like saying that?
Disclaimer: I don't own HARRY POTTER or MULAN. If I did, why wouldn't this be on national television? Think about that.
Hermione walked up to the picture of the fat lady, and said the password. After she crawled in, she saw the hard-to-not-notice red hair of Ron, and the black hair of Harry. She walked up to them casually, and said Hi.
"Hi," said Harry, "Do I know you?"
Hermione stood there stunned. He had to be kidding. There was no way he wasn't kidding. But, there was. Because, he wasn't. He wasn't kidding. He had no idea it was her. She ran away, dropping one of her early-finished homework assignments.
"Hermione Granger?" said a stunned Harry.
"Either that girl WAS Hermione," said Ron, "Or she really knows how to cheat."
Hermione ran out to the pond. It was warm outside, so she just… walked in.
"Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play
A part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world,
But I can never fool my heart.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight
Back at me
When will my reflection show
Who I am
Inside?"
Unbeknownst to her, someone in an invisibility cloak was watching her from the bench.
"I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world what's
Inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight
Back at me
Why is my reflection someone
I don't know
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with need
To know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am
Inside?"
She sat in the shallow end of the pond, and cried, the pond water mixing with her tears.
"She has such a beautiful voice," thought Harry, "but why is she so sad?"
Man, that was beautiful! sniff well, at least I think it was. What did you think? No flames please!
