A/N: Ok, I am first of all so sorry that this is so late! It's been way, way, way, way over a monthavoids flying objects from angered readers But, because it was late, I have finished this story and it will be up soon. Once I type it all so don't worry. And, I should be starting a sequel once I get around to write it. I have a lot of stories going through my head at the moment!
Hogwarts
The week seemed to fly by. The only trace of Hermione Granger lay unknowingly within Danica's school robes pocket.
As the program had said, during the first night of being at the Black's household while Hermione had been sleeping a memory charm was placed on her. Unknown to those wizards was that the spell could be broken. Lines could be crossed. The memories, if they wanted, could return.
Along with the memory charm came a new life.
Danica Black was 5'5. She had semi-long, dead straight, jet-black hair. Her skin was only fairly touched by the sun so she was quite pale. Her eyes were piercing. One glare could send you flying. They were a sharp blend of a dark green and solid black. Her ears were pierced all the way up along with a pierced tongue and belly button. Mr. and Mrs. Black were rarely home. Her childhood was spent with her faithful house0elf, Mara. Danica often talked to Mara, as she knew Mara would never tell any of her secrets. Although her face or body showed no sign of emotion, her head was riveting with excitement.
Danica's P.O.V.
I get to go to a new school, wait, new? I've never been to a school for witchcraft! Whatever I haven't accomplished after reading about it, I just get my parents (if you could call them that) to higher me a tutor! But, I'll get to meet new people! Just one more hour!
30 more minutes!
10 minutes!
There's the limo!
I shrunk my trunk and bags and stuffed them into my pocket.
Waving goodbye to Mara, I stepped into the limo. My parents had once again created a reason to not see me to the station. I didn't care, it's not like I've actually had a conversation deeper in than 2 minutes with them….
A bit of time later we arrived. The driver came around and held the door wide open.
"Miss Black, would you like me to escort you inside?"
"No, sir. I'll find it. Goodbye Geoffrey. I will see you at the end of the school year."
"Yes, Miss Black."
We passed each other friendly smiles and parted our ways.
I walked through to platform 9. I pulled out a scraggly piece of parchment.
It read: Platform 9 ¾
¾? I see 9 and 10.
Oh, I run through it as unobvious as possible. Now I remember! What would I do without my books?
I stepped back and, as casual as possible, ran through.
A red train sat, waiting on its tracks. Many students and parents hustled around. You could easily spot the first years as hey held tight to their parents like it was the first day of day care or the first time you were left with only a baby sitter.
I stepped onto the train and walked towards the middle. Finally, there was an empty compartment. I stepped in.
I sat alone with my feet placed upon the seat on the other side and my daze toward the window. As the whistle blew, a boy slid into my compartment. I hadn't noticed until I felt his eyes burn into.
Our gaze held for moments, until, he got curious and broke the bliss. "Who are you?"
"Danica Black. And you?"
"Draco Malfoy. Are you a first ear?"
I'm starting in 7th year but this will be my first year here. Are you in your 7th year?"
"Yes. I never knew the Blacks' had a kid."
"Well, I didn't know you were going to interrogate me or else I would have turned. And yet, to see such a handsome face and beautiful eyes, I can't say it wasn't worth it." I smirked.
Turning back to the window, which now had scenery flying by it, I pulled my cd player out of my bag. I bewitched it so it would be able to play regardless of the highly concentrated magic.
Upon the last week, I had a nightmare. This man, he called me Hermione. He yelled at me and hit me. The he left. I ran in to the bathroom. Trembling, my hand held a razor. I had slid it deep across my wrist as tears streamed down my face. The blood drizzled heavily down my wrist and I fainted. After that, I woke with a scream. I could feel remnants of bruises and I felt my wrist where the dream girl had slid the razor. A scar resided there. Breathing deeply, I had to be comforted back to sleep by Mara. I really felt as now, it was me against the world. When that song came on, I sang with true passion:
"We're not gonna be
Just apart of their game
We're not gonna be
Just the victims
They're taking our dreams
And they tear them apart
Til everyone's the same
"I've got no place to go
I've got no where to run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all
"I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always say
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them wrong
Me against the world
It's me against the world
"We won't let them change
How we feel in our hearts
We're not gonna let them control us
We won't let them shove
All their thoughts in our heads
And we'll never be like them
"I've got no place to go
I've got no where to run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all
"I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always say
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I'm gonna prove them wrong
It's me against the world
Me against the world
"Now I'm sick of this waiting
So come on and take your shot
You can spit all your insults
But nothing you say is gonna change us
You can sit there and judge me
Say what you want to
We'll never let you in
"I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
Me against the world
"I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've got to prove them wrong
They'll never bring us down
"We'll never fall in line
I'll make it on my own
Me against the world…."
End P.O.V.
Draco's P.O.V.
She sings beautiful. She sings with meaning. How can such beauty and power hold such pain? One thing is for sure; I'm already fallen in love.
End P.O.V.
Danica's P.O.V.
I'm asleep. He doesn't think I can feel his eyes on me. Fact of the matter, he doesn't even know that he has already stolen my heart….
So, I open my eyes and meet his gaze. We had planned to not break it, but our plan was foiled as Professor McGonagall walked in.
"There you both are. Come along, now, you are needed in the heads compartment!" She pushed us out of the compartment. Just then, I was thankful to already be in my school robes considering I might be in front of many teachers.
Draco, reaching the compartment second to Professor McGonagall let me walk in before him. What a gentleman!
"They've already been acquainted, Albus, as I found them in the same compartment." She smiled.
"Thank you, Minerva," he looked from her to us, "ok, you tow have been called here for the same reason. Due to the absence of Miss Granger we have no head girl…. Seeing to the fact that Miss Black has the same intelligence and is one of the best witches of our time, Miss Black has been appointed head girl and as you already know," he glanced at Draco, "you are head boy. Now you shall share both a common room and bathroom but will have separate rooms. You can choose the password of your liking and only I along with you and a small group of friends will know where the room is or the password! You will be expected to maintain your grades and act as role models for the other students. You must patrol each night at 9 o' clock… together. Is this all understood?"
"Yes, sir" we answered in unison.
"Good, we have arrived. Miss Gra-I mean, Miss Black, you will be allowed to ride in the horseless carriages because you are entering in your 7th year. You may both ride in the special carriage reserved for heads if you would like. And, Miss Black please group with the first years to be sorted!"
"Yes, sir." The train halted.
We stepped off into Hogsmeade station.
Draco put his hand on my back as to lead me to the carriages but I winced and stepped away. He gave me a puzzled look.
"I have bruises." I said simply but looked away soon after.
The heads carriage was at the front of the line.
Once we arrive to the carriage Draco opened the door and put out his hand as to help me inside. I took his hand, climbed in, and forgot to let go. He did too. He climbed in (still holding my hand), closed the doors and sat by me. Our hands were enlaced even when we came in from of the Hogwarts School. Realizing it, I sheepishly helped myself down and hid my face because I happened to be blushing. Draco looked at me and smiled.
As we walked up the steps, the doors opened. All 2nd years and up fled into the Great Hall to sit at the table. I stayed with the first years. Professor McGonagall's voice filled the corridor.
"Ok, when I open these doors you will file in between the middle tables. When I call your name, you will sit upon the bench and the hat will be placed on your head. You should know the house colors of each house and therefore will find your way to your table, understood?"
"Yes ma'am," the first years and I said in unison.
Professor McGonagall peaked through the doors.
"They're ready for you!" She smiled while flinging the doors open.
We all filed in as she had told us to. She stood holding a long piece of parchment and the old raggedy hat. The hat sang its song and Professor McGonagall began to call names.
"Ambers, Dana."
"GRYFFINDOR"
"Azel, Lance"
"SLYTHERIN"
So on, and so forth… until me.
"Black, Danica"
I sat upon the stool and had the hat placed upon me.
"Ah, interesting. Very interesting. You have much emotion. You hide much from those around you. You have the qualities of all of the houses. You're very smart indeed. There hasn't been a girl like you since… Miss Granger. Ah, I see now. A memory charm. Yes, ok. SLYTHERIN!"
I stepped down and walked briskly to the Slytherin table. I sat at the deserted end thinking so much about what the hat had said that I didn't even notice that a certain blond had his bluish gray eyes resting on me from the very next seat.
Startled, I turned to look at him.
"Oh, hello." I jumped the least.
"Sorry to startle you." He smiled warmly. Wow, from what I heard… Malfoy's never smile warmly!
Either way, I returned it. "That's okay."
Silence over took us. We gazed at each other.
Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table.
"Look at them! It's bloody horrid!" Ron couldn't take his eyes off Danica.
"Ron, she isn't Hermione anymore. We can't help that. Somehow, it's good for her. Ok? If you really love her Ron, you'll understand that, won't you?" Ginny sympathized him.
"Yea, I guess." Ron muttered.
Harry hadn't said a word. He hadn't even brought his head up.
Ginny squeezed his hand lightly and whispered, "It's ok, dear. She'll remember, one day." She tried to give him a smile and he tried to return it.
Back to the Slytherin Table.
The tapping on glass only broke our gaze.
The hall quieted. All eyes fell upon Dumbledore.
"Ok, I would like to say that the Forbidden Forest… is still forbidden. The caretaker, Filch, has added 32 new things to his list of forbidden items. If you would like to view this list, it hangs in his office. Also, due to the absence of Miss Hermione Granger, you head girl and head boy are Miss Danica Black and Mister Draco Malfoy," applaud roared from the Slytherin table and once the sound diminished, " I ask they see me, promptly, after dinner. And now, we feast."
Food appeared on the table. Most were talking. Not us. We simply let everything sink in.
As people filed out of the Great Hall, I stood and walked to the staff table… Draco followed.
"Hello students," he walked around the table, "if you will follow me please."
We walked in silence until we came upon a painting a young Draco and a young girl that I did not recognize. They were holding hand, whispering and giggling. The girl looked so familiar like I was supposed to know her or something.
"Who is that girl?" I asked.
"That is Miss Granger. A very bright student."
"I see."
"I would never touch that… that…." He was cut off.
"Mister Malfoy!"
"Yes, sir."
"Ok, you may choose your own password. I will leave you now but please notify me of your password and group of friends who know where this is and the password. You can change the password anytime you feel necessary as long as you are both presence and notify me. Your things such as books, robes, quills, ink, broom, wand, owl, and everything else you need for school, Miss Black, you will find in you room."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
"With this, I take my leave. Oh, and, you need not start patrolling until Monday.
He turned and I watched as his figure disappeared in the shadows. Draco watched me. I met his gaze.
"What should our password be?" I asked him.
"How about," he looked me up and down, "beauty." He smiled and I blushed.
"Ok, then, beauty it is. Password please?" The young Hermione stated.
"Beauty." He never took his eyes off me.
I walked in first, and he followed. I gaped at he common room. He seemed more or less unsurprised. We both walked to my door, which still read 'Hermione Granger'. I opened the door and looked to find everything from my room at home, just larger. Even the electronic muggle things. Dumbledore must have charmed them for music played softly from the stereo.
We walked across to his room. It was magnificent. He had silk green bed sheets, crisp, silky pillows, a desk in the corner, a walk in closet, a few dressers, and even a charmed stereo. He walked into his room, grabbed a remote from the desk and pressed a few buttons until Simple Plan began to fill the room. He sat upon his bed and relaxed against the pillows before patting the spot next to him. I sat and relaxed as he had.
We sat, dazed. We let the music fill our souls. Every now and then one of us would sing the song on with such feeling and small hope of change.
Without much realization, the cd ended. He was in his own world. His eyes were darting back and forth as if fighting a decision. Little did I know, I was right.
"Say something! The music has stopped! Come on! Say something. Any thing!" Draco debated what to say in his head but was luckily saved by her curiosity.
"Draco."
"Yes?"
"What was your childhood like?"
He took a moment to answer but then said, "Nothing to spectacular. My father beat my mother. As though he didn't have enough satisfaction out of beating her, he hit me too. I grew use to it. Gladly, neither of them was home often. I spent my life with house-elves. What about you? How was your childhood?"
"I... I don't really know. I have my theories that the childhood I remember isn't mine at all. But the childhood I remember was spent with Mara, my house-elf. My parents were never home either and I didn't care. I depended on my music and if I needed to talk then I would talk to Mara. That's about it. Whose side are you on?"
"What?"
"Light or dark?"
"I, um, really don't know yet. When the final battle is here, though, I will have decided."
"Me, too."
Silence over took the room. I reach into the pocket of my robes and pulled out a remembrall. It threw it up and caught it a few times. I gripped it, the smoke turned red. Unbeknownst to me, on the gold line around the center read 'to: Hermione Granger, our love, Harry Potter and Ron Weasly.' And, what I had forgotten was who I really was.
Draco looked at the red smoke, "What have you forgotten?"
"Like I said, I've had my theories. Either way, the downside to these is that they do not tell you what you have forgotten, only that you've forgotten something."
"So, you think you forgot who you are?"
"Yes, I do. Or, something like that."
The rest of the night was silent. I fell asleep. I imagine he did, too. Not for long, though. Our peace was broken. I had that dream again except, this time, I didn't wake up after the girl fainted. I watched her die. I watched blood surround her. I saw what was going on in her head as she died. There were pictures. Pictures of, what I assume to be, her friends and their families, and her mother. It was horrible. I saw every doubt, every enemy; I saw her life flash before my eyes. Then, I screamed. I woke to being shaken by Draco.
"Danica, Danica, It's all right. It's okay."
I woke up and began to cry furiously.
He sat back on his side of the bed and pulled me to him. He held his arms around me tight as I cried into his chest. He didn't question, only soothed.
Soon, I fell asleep just as I was in his arms.
I felt safe….
A/N: Ok, sorry that was late but it was an hour worth of typing and days worth of writing… Once I've posted this, I'll type the other later!
By the way, I have a new story called Circles… If you haven't read it, you should. And when you review here or there tell me if I should continue it the way it is or start it over and move it slower. Ok, I think I should start over and move slower. Get back to me.
And, please review. Also, thank you if you do!
Love ya,
Your crazed writer,
Heather!
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