Chapter 2

The cool breeze reaches the Victorian House which was filled with silence. It mocks and at the same time caresses the cheek of a seventeen year old girl as her tears come falling down.

"Hermione. We are so sorry." The girls' father had said.

"Hermione, we will have to leave. I am sure you can fend for yourself. Cant you? You may stay at this house. I have converted its homeowner's contract to your name." the mother had consoled.

The girl just sat there. Her tears falling to the ground as she had placed a deaf ear to her supposed parents.

They had just informed her that she was adopted. Her biological parents had already died but they were wizards. Her mother was a muggle-born and her father had been pureblood. They explained that Albus Dumbledore had told them and that was why they knew of her parents. But they died for the order.

Now her 'parents' were leaving for Africa to do some work there. Leaving her in that house on her own. She couldn't take it. Even if she hated being weak, she couldn't help it. She cried.

She got up and ran up the stairs. She locked her door and jumped on her bed. She soaked her pillow with tears.

A loud tapping distracted her and she looked up to find a large tawny owl tapping on her window.

She opened the window and the owl soared in and dropped the letter. It left as quickly as it came.

She opened the letter and read:

Dear Ms. Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen for head girl. Enclosed is the list of your knew school books and things you might need. We will expect you at the Hogwarts Express at 10 o'clock rather than 11 for we have to brief you on your duties.

Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress Professor M. McGonagall

Hermione wiped her tears away and gave a weak smile. She was head girl. She had wanted it. But after these years, it didn't really matter anymore. She couldn't care less.

She sighed and began writing a letter to Harry and Ron. Harry was supposed to be at the burrow for the summer so she just wrote one letter.

Dear Harry and Ron,

I got head girl! I'm so excited! But I know there are so many responsibilities and such. Anyway, did you get your school lists? Do you want to go to Diagon Ally with me about a week before term? If you do please reply ASAP.

Lots of Love,

Hermione

She scoffed. She didn't want to write that but she knew she had to keep up appearances. Truth was, she didn't want to go to Diagon Ally with them since they would just talk about bloody Quidditch. But they were company and company was what she needed at the moment.

She whistled a melodic tune. It was a tune that would have put the hairs on your neck tingling but it was a very calming tune. It would frighten most people but she loved it. It was the one tune that described her feelings. Hurt, Pain, Fear, and most of all, anger.

A few seconds later, a white falcon with silver wings appeared. Hermione smiled up at it.

"Hello Lothlorien." She said. She got the name from a muggle book. She had found Lothlorien when it was barely hatched and took care of her. Lothlorien never left her side ever since.

"Bring this to Harry and Ron. Okay?" she asked tying the letter to its leg.

It sang her tune to her as if it was Lothlorien's way of showing affection.

She smiled at Lothlorien and stroked her head. Hermione smiled and watched Lothlorien fly to the horizon.

Lothlorien flew up into what seemed like a clear sky but a long way from where Hermione stood, a boy of seventeen stood looking out his window.

Draco Malfoy never wanted his life. Sure, the money, the girls, they were plus points. But if it was compared to what he had to go through? It was nothing. Ever since he could remember, his father beat him up some times for no apparent reason or when he did the tiniest thing wrong.

Now he was seventeen and he was still being beaten. Draco had mastered healing and was always at tip top shape an hour after the beatings. He might have been healed on the outside but every single time he got beaten, a chunk of himself always got lost. He was no longer the carefree boy his mother told him he was years ago.

He stared out at his window. There was a storm brewing. The lightning suddenly lit the sky and the thunder boomed. He just kept watching as his mood became worse, the weather seemed to obey him. The storm was as bad as he felt.

He tore his eyes away after a while and lay down on his bed. He surveyed his room, bored.

He never really noticed it, but his room was the darkest room he had ever seen. It was an all black room with black wood dressers and desks. His bookcases were stacked high up and most of his books were either black or a dark color. The only thing that held light was his hair. His silvery blonde hair.

He ran his fingers through it and sighed. He was so bored. Suddenly, another crack of lightning lit the sky and an owl was hooting madly outside his window.

He waved his wand and the window blew open. The owl soared in and he waved it again to close the window.

The owl dropped the letter and went off to the Malfoy Owelry.

He picked up the letter and smirked.

He was head boy. He had not been expecting it. He thought Potty or Weasel would get it. He stashed the letter in his pocket and walked out of his room.

Unbeknownst to him, a girl with light brown hair and honey colored eyes was lying in her bed at that exact same moment thinking of who the head boy could be.

Hermione sighed and wiped her tears. She made her way to her bathroom and washed her face. She looked up to her reflection and scowled. She really hated herself.

She got back to her room and began studying. She opened up her 'Potions for potential Potion masters' book and began reading. It was a good thing she had bought the book for light reading or she would read that blasted Hogwarts a History again.

She was half way through the book when Lothlorien appeared outside her window. She opened it and the falcon flew over to her shoulder and rested there.

She took the letter and read:

Hermione,

Harry and me ('Harry and I…' she mentally corrected) are going to watch the Quidditch Cup! Dad gotan extra ticket so I invited Harry. No offense, but you really didn't seem to enjoy the first one we went to together. Anyway, we can't come! The Cup is going to be held a week before term and we aren't even sure when it will end! They say that if the match takes too long, we'll be excused from Hogwarts and come when the match is over! Isn't that cool? Anyway, best be off. Harry and Ginny are practicing Quidditch.

Ron

Hermione sighed and burned the letter with her wand.

Sure she didn't like Quidditch but it would have been nice to be offered a ticket. She cursed the day she made that big mistake.

She prepared her things to get to Diagon Ally that day so she would be able to buy extra books to bury in.

She took the key to Gringotts that her parents told her, her real family fortune was hidden, and apparated to Diagon Ally.

She walked over to one of the goblins and showed them her key. Strangely enough, the goblin looked scared and hurried off to get a cart. She followed him and wondered if he was new or something.

She got off the cart when it stopped and the goblin unlocked the door. Hermione's jaw dropped.