By Trista-Selphie
DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS . Enjoy.
Chapter 1: These Words
He was killed by Harry Potter.
No, no, no! It was Malfoy!
Whatever. Dumbledore is still alive and is just tricking He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
She knew though. The advantage of being Harry's old friends gave her the unlimited resource of truth behind what happened that night. She had to admit that Harry's logic has been seen as farfetched, to her even insane, but in the end Harry's crazy allegations became the truth in the end. That same "I told you so." smirk he had on his face was always a sign that for now, Harry was safe and Hermoine didn't have to worry about him.
Hermoine sat in the Library, her own little sanctuary. Tears silently streamed down her face. She peered up at the spines of the books that surrounded her. The school had already lost half of its students. The parents pulled them out before they could finish the last two months of school. Hermoine knew in her heart that something was going to change yet again. In his tone, his words, his talk.
"Harry isn't staying. He isn't going to wait for Ron and I. He won't even tell us." She said through tears. She tried her hardest to hide her sobs. She was glad that no one was left in this place. No one would come to the library to study for classes that weren't going on. She could only wait for her parents to send her an owl asking her to come home. Then again, maybe they didn't know or even understand what was going on. In her mind, this place, this world, was not theirs, it was her own. Her parents don't know what was going on there. To them, Hermoine was still studying hard and working on her education as a witch.
She stood up and tied back her hair into a messy ponytail. She dropped her robes onto the ground, politeness no longer existed. Teachers walked around on their toes or like zombies, mystified by what happened. Students waited in their dormitories for their parents letters or to pack for their journey home. She took off her grey vest and walked over to the book case and had her fill of the books in front of her. These books never failed her. Even Tom Riddle's diary and Snape's potion book still had some truth behind them. She searched through the titles to find a book to ease her pain. Hermoine sat down on the ground, her legs bent beside her as she looked through the often neglected bottom row books. She found a small red book in the corner beside the wall.
The Book of Conversations
It read in gold letters. Hermoine opened it to find a number of conversations like a play written inside. She skimmed the pages and passed over the name, Sirius.
Sirius: Well? Tonight then? We'll try out this secret passageway of Remus' as our Animagi form.
James: I'm up for it. Peter?
Peter: I don't know. Remus goes there because he's a werewolf, why would we want to be locked up in a shack with a werewolf in it. What if our forms dissolve and we're human and Remus mangles us into pieces? Or if the Whomping Willow kills us? Or if we're followed? What if we-
Sirius: Honestly! What in the world are you rambling about Peter? We'll be fine. Otherwise we'll all end up as werewolves just like Remus.
James: That\rquote s a dark way of lightening the mood Sirius.
Sirius: I never said it was an alternative. Just starting out positive in case something does happen.
James: Again, that doesn't make sense.
Sirius: It doesn't have to.
James: What?
Peter: I'm confused. So are we going to stay in the library tonight or go back to the dormitory?
Sirius: Neither!
Peter: How about just one?
Sirius: Right then, stay behind. Maybe Remus escaped and is lurking in this very room!
Peter: Stop it!
Sirius: Shhhhh! Someone will hear us. Let's go.
The conversation stopped. Hermoine read on to other people's stories and found nothing interesting. The nostalgia of Sirius made her smile briefly. She turned to the back of the book to find no more pages.
"I wish I could've found more. Maybe a conversation about Snape." Hermoine then found another page.
I wish I could've found more. Maybe a conversation about Snape.
The book had heard her and wrote her words. Hermoine smiled and decided to let this little book remain her secret. She smiled through tears.
"I don't think Harry will stay here. Even if school will just keep going. He's full of revenge now. His parents, his godfather, Dumbledore. He doesn't want to lose the few people he has left to live for. Even if Ron and I went with him, he still would have to watch us get hurt. Then, inevitably, see one of us die. Its as if, all hope has to be stripped away from him in order for him to face You-Know-Who."
"I wish, oh I wish, that Harry can finally find a place to call home. To finally live in the loving place he deserves. I couldn't live like that. Knowing everything was taken from me. All that I hold dear. I wonder what will happen to Malfoy. Will he be free of You-Know-Who's grasp? Why wasn't he punished for Katie or for Ron. I guess Harry and Dumbledore only knew of Malfoy's trickery and Harry doesn't care anymore. I watch Harry slowly walk by everything at this school. Almost like he's saying goodbye to it all."
"I just hope, that in the end all of this will end! That everyone can be happy again! I hate this! I left the Muggle World and traded it for a world that is torn to pieces by one man who is himself torn to pieces! Why can't the Wizarding World be peaceful?" Hermoine sobbed as she poured her heart into the journal. As she regained her breath, she heard the sound of angry footsteps that broke the tranquilty in the air. Hermoine had only enough time to grab her robes but left the book open on the ground. She ran on tiptoes to avoid the person and left the library without spotting the other person.
Author's Note:I wrote this story hoping it would be cute and happy...but I guess it started out depressing. I know its MUCH better than my old D&H story. I hope you guys enjoyed this. Oh yes, I finally used a spell check on a story Be proud Laura-chan. ...(Nobody tell her I still suck at the grammar part hehehehe.)