Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Song
Summary: Harry and friends live life as if it were a musical, sort of. Good songs here I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the songs I use. They belong to their creators, writers and singers. Thank you.
Act One: Scene Nine- World of Her Own
Imaginary
By Evanescence
Hermione Granger
Paper Flowers…Hermione Granger stood silently in the doorway of her room, her parents arguing downstairs again. She hated when they did that, but it wasn't like she was any better. She had often gotten on Ron's case that erupted into a full scale war. Then again she was in love with him and all, so she guessed that her parents would get over it as well.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
She closed the door of her room and fell onto her bed, grabbing a book after a long time of staring at her clock. Summer vacation had started and still no word from the Order so she could relax. She opened the book and got lost in the pages.
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story
She soon was no longer on Earth but in her own place as the yelling downstairs faded away. She held onto the book, but was no longer reading. She was alone in her own world. She didn't like being alone, but this was her escape place. She went here when her and Ron fought, when her parents yelled, when work piled up on her. Her own little world.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
This place she was sitting in was a large open field with flowers and a large sky. She would sit in the grass by herself, to think, to enjoy the beauty of the scene. She loved being here, but the loneliness sometimes overtook her and she returned back to reality.
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
She was glad to have found a place she could live in without the yelling and the pain. She liked it here without Harry or Voldemort but the one thing she still longed for was Ron. She needed him so much. If he were here she might have liked it better. But she knew she couldn't always run to her hiding place in the back of her mind and wish Ron were there. She needed to go to him.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
She snapped out of her world and heard the yelling getting louder and then a crash and more yelling. She closed her book and hurried to the door. She put her ear to the door and heard another crash.
"Stop yelling! Think of our daughter!" Mrs. Granger yelled.
"You stop! This whole thing is because of her! We can't stop making excuses for her!" her husband yelled back.
Hermione slid down the door and felt herself starting to cry. She wanted to get out of here!
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
The sun slowly went lower in the sky as she cried to herself. Everyone thought her life was perfect. No, nothing was perfect for perfect Hermione Granger. Nothing at all.
"Hermione?" came a voice. She looked up suddenly. Standing in her room, his hand out and smiling at her, was Ron.
"Ron!" Hermione gasped, getting to her feet, and running to him but he disappeared. She was alone and trying to get into her made up place again. She hurried to her desk and wrote a note to Ron, to tell him that everything was going well and that she missed him and to keep writing back to her if he could. She sent it off with Pig, who had spent the night at her house after bring a note all the way from Arabia, where Ron was on vacation.
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
She sighed as the note left her hand and went on with Pig and she realized the screaming and yelling had stopped. She decided to go back to her book, but she slipped back into her world again, before falling asleep.
And watch my purple sky fly over me…
-Sad. I always thought that Hermione must have had a rough life and maybe her parents argued a lot about her being a witch since they are Muggles and all. I don't know. Oh well, thanks for reading.
Hog OUT!