Summary: A series of random people, from Harry Potter, that wished that they were never born. Starting off with Harry Potter, and his Guardian Angel. What will life be like?
Part Three: Hermione Granger
Hermione Granger felt miserable, horrible, and not good. She is now lying on her bed in her dormitory. No one else was in there, nor did she care.
'Why?' She thought.
First off, Crookshanks ran away. This broke Hermione's heart, and no one was there to cheer her up. Second she got a bad grade on her quiz. (Like a B) And then Ron won't talk to her. It has been a horrible two days.
But unknown to her, Ron wasn't talking to her because he and Harry were planning a surprise birthday party for her…and Harry told Ron not to talk to her, because Ron might accidentally tell her what they were doing.
"I wish…" Hermione started. She wasn't sure if she wanted to say what came into her head, so she said something else.
"I wish I was never born ever!" She said. Suddenly she felt sleepy.
She took a nap. A long nap. A nap describing a future without Hermione Granger.
When Hermione awoke, she was in a black room. She stood up and looked around, not like it mattered. She couldn't see. "Where am I?"
'You're here!'
"I know that!"
'Are you getting smart with me, Mione?'
"Is that you Ron?"
"No it isn't! I am Ronald Weasley! The bloody creator of Mind boggling talking!"
His voice came in all directions, making Hermione's head spin. Ron then appeared in front of her, with a big grin on his face. Hermione stumbled and fell.
"Sorry! Kinda messed up, can I do it again?" He asked.
"No! Please don't…what are we doing here anyway?"
"You wished it, I granted it!" He said. He then grabbed her hand, and brought out his wings. Hermione stared at them, before they lifted into the air.
The dark place faded into the light, and Ron started to flap his wings. Hermione didn't notice they were flying until Ron started to flap harder. Then the wind started to blow.
They came to a black vortex thing, and Ron flew in. Hermione looked around. It looked like she was flying through memories.
Hermione felt warm all over. "Isn't this so fun!" Ron asked excitedly.
They suddenly felt like they were going slower, even though Ron's wings were flapping quite fast. Ron began to twirl, and he said, "Wee!" quietly. But Hermione still heard him.
Suddenly, Ron did a drop, and he was supposed to drop her so she can hit the ground, but he did it gently, and she didn't hit the ground hard like Harry. He did it because he likes Hermione.
They were standing in the middle of a blood red road. The houses were the same, box houses. You couldn't tell one from another. Every single door on the houses said, "Worship He Lord." The grass was dead, and the trees were bare.
"What does 'Worship He Lord' mean?" Hermione asked.
"It means you have to worship He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. They couldn't fit the whole thing on the bloody door." Ron said.
"Are you saying if I wasn't born, Voldemort would be here?"
Ron nodded his head. "Lets take a walk."
They walked down the blood red stones. "Oh. By the way, that isn't real blood. It's just the color."
Hermione nodded her head sadly. "At least people live in houses."
"Some live in mansions."
"Like who? Voldemort?"
"Yes, but his house is made of cars. Lets not get into that just yet. Some people live in beautiful mansions." He said, with a shudder.
"Lets see this then!" Hermione said.
Ron snapped his fingers, and they were in a beautifully crafted entrance hall. The walls were a perfect shade of green, with emerald stones in them. The stone floor was an elegant shade of silver, diamonds encrusted in the floor. The drapes were a beautiful shade of coal black.
"Hurry it up!" Someone shouted.
They looked around, because the voice echoed. Then they saw four men carrying what looked like a cart with no wheels. Hermione didn't recognize the man in the cart. "Whose that?" She whispered.
"They can't hear you. Don't you recognize the hair? Disgustingly white blonde hair?"
Hermione walked up to the cart, and squinted, looking at the face. "Who is it?"
"Draco Bloody Malfoy!"
And now since Hermione has seen who it is, lets describe him.
Mr. Draco Bloody Malfoy looked like an inflated beach ball with eyes and arms, and a head. He was huge. Really big. This wasn't the average overweight; this was the ultimate overweight of overweight. He was six times bigger than Uncle Dursley. His eyes were squinty and black. His eyelid almost overlapped his bottom lid. He sat on this thing, and these Muggle people who were holding the cart, looked like they were going to die.
"Oh my gosh. It's Malfoy."
"Sweetie here we come!"
Hermione looked up and saw Pansy Parkinson. She could tell it was Pansy, but Pansy looked like a skeleton with skin painted on, a very thin coat of paint.
"Why is she so thin?" Hermione asked.
"Well, she had three kids in one year and it worked up her metabolism. A lot."
"That is physically impossible. A woman can handle twins and stuff, but not three separate kids in one year. She'd be dead."
"Why do you think she looks like a skeleton Hermione?"
Seven kids came running into the room. They were so tan it wasn't even funny.
"Why are there rose petals on the floor?" Hermione asked, peering at the flowers.
"The kids can't walk on the ground. Remember, kings couldn't walk on the ground? Have you seen the movie Emperors New Groove? It's coming out in a couple years. When you're a guardian angel, you see movies in advance."
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! When are those men coming with our candy?"
"Later Patty One. Patty Two come here."
"Patty One? Patty Two? What is he talking about?" Hermione said, peering at Ron.
Ron sighed a long sigh. "Draco and Pansy like the name Douglass and Patty. Their names in order are: Patty One, Patty Two, Patty Three, Douglass, Douglass, Douglass, and Douglass II. Very complex."
Hermione ran to the door. Can we go somewhere else? Please?" Hermione asked.
"I guess. To Jamaica…Man!" Ron said.
He snapped his fingers again, and this time they were in the middle of the ocean. Hermione screamed, thinking she was going to fall. She grabbed onto Ron, who was floating.
"It's okay Mione. We can walk on water." Ron said. Hermione didn't notice, but his ears were red from the sudden contact with Hermione. Ron smiled, "Come on Mione."
"Why are you calling me Mione? I don't mind…it's just you never called me that before."
Ron just shrugged, and he and Hermione floated to the water. "Let's just keep on walking…or dance!"
All of the sudden, the sky turned dark, and the sun turned into a disco ball. Flashing lights appeared out of nowhere, along with techno music.
Hermione was shocked for a moment, and then she realized Ron wasn't walking…. he was dancing across the water…in the middle of the ocean.
Hermione watched in amusement. And then she realized she was staring. She began to walk alongside the dancing red haired angel.
"Here's Jamaica!" Ron said.
Hermione looked around. The music stopped and the lighting was normal. Then she noticed tall green plants all around. The plants were tall, and had five to seven leaves on them. "I thought this was a tropical paradise. It looks like a farm."
"Well…it is a farm…a…marijuana farm." Ron said unhappily.
"Who would be stupid enough to do this? What about the authorities?"
"Err…remember when Patty One said something about candy?"
Hermione nodded her head. "Well…all the Malfoy's are drug addicts, and they own this island."
"I'm going to go have a talk with them. Who makes this marijuana?"
"You don't want to know who does it. Plus they can't hear you."
"Who makes it?" Hermione snapped.
"Seamus and Dean!" Ron said.
Hermione's eyes grew wide. "I don't want see them! Take me back! Take me back to where we first were!"
They went back to the deserted box house place. "I'll make my decision when I see you and Harry."
"Harry!" Ron wailed.
Hermione was taken aback. Ron was crying. Hermione jumped into the air and managed to float. She patted Ron on the back awkwardly. "Is Harry evil? Did he loose a limb?"
"No! He's DEAD!"
"How?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"He drank the wrong potion and burned in that fire at the bottom of the dungeons. Remember, in our first year when you helped in the dungeons, to get the Sorcerers Stone?"
Hermione was about to say something, when she glanced down. "Ron! You!"
She floated down and walked beside the other Ron. She didn't know how she knew it was Ron because this Ron had glasses and long red hair. He also had a mustache.
"Hermione stop! Don't talk to me! He'll tell you everything!"
But it was too late, Ron began to mumble things. "God bloody world. Ginny married Voldemort. She's one of his many wives. Harry's dead. I have a bloody keyhole in my arm because I had to run away from stupid flying keys. Most of my friends are drug dealers…Except Neville who is Voldemorts left hand man. I'm lonely. I wish I had a friend who was girl with bushy brown hair and pretty cheeks, so I can kiss them. I wish she was really smart, and I saved her life when a troll attacked, and I'd secretly fancy her until I'd ask her out in my seventh year at her birthday party.
"She would have saved Harry's life, and he would be alive. And then we could have been the Golden Trio, and lived happily. Harry could have married Ginny, and we would have been related. Then there was that girl with the nice cheeks. Her name would have been Mione."
Ron itched his mustache, and kept walking. Hermione stopped walking and ran her hands over her cheeks. "Are my cheeks that nice?" She thought. And then she turned to Ron. "I want to go home! Please let me be born!"
And then Hermione woke up in her room. Someone was knocking on her door. "Hermione! Ron and Harry are in the Common Room. They want you. They have a lion or something of that sort."
Another girl said, "I think it's a tiger."
Hermione sighed and got out of bed. She opened her door and left her bedroom. She walked down the steps, and saw Harry, Ron and…
"CROOKSHANKS!" Hermione screamed, running and scooping him out of Harry's arms.
"We found him crawling around by the Forbidden Forest, running after a mouse." Harry explained.
"Oh, and Snape got your paper mixed up with someone else. You got an Outstanding." Ron said.
Hermione smiled widely while hugging Crookshanks, who was purring. "Thanks Guardian Angel R-- Rupert!"
Ron did the unthinkable. He grinned his lopsided smile, and winked at Hermione. Hermione's eyes opened wide.
"What Mione?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just glad to be here."
"Well, we have a surprise for you Hermione. And Happy Birthday!" Harry said.
Harry grabbed Hermione and pulled her out of the Common Room. Ron was next to Hermione.
"By the way Ron. When did you start calling me Mione?"
BB/N: This was long! I hope everyone liked this. I really liked it. Oh, and sorry about not reposting this in forever. I kind of didn't want to…I was a bum…
MO/N: With the longhaired Ron, he has a hole in his arm, because he had to escape by himself from the dungeons. You know…well Harry died, because he drank the wrong potion, and burned in the purple flames, and Ron had to climb out, get on that broom, and leave by himself since Hermione wasn't born. While he was leaving, those keys attacked, and one went through his arm…
Anyway hoped you liked this chapter! Dumbledore is next!
BB/N: Even last time it said Voldemort, we changed it because writers block, and because Dumbledore's is the easiest and most simple.