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This time when I woke up I knew exactly where I was. It was funny because I haven't slept in the same bed as Tean or Tazz in years but I guess it was a feeling that I couldn't forget.
Classes were boring and stupid. It was strange thinking that a class was stupid that was something that Ron would do not me. What made classes so boring was that I didn't have Ron or Harry sitting with me like they have been for so many years.
By time the last class came around I was glad for the extra time to be alone. The last class is ancient history. But thanks to Marz there is no teacher. It was in this class that Ron and Harry ditched me to talk to the blonde bimbos.
When Tazz and I walked into class we were surprised to find a teacher. We weren't the only ones that were shocked to see a teacher let alone one so young. Most of the guys stared at her like she is part vela.
'Welcome! I am miss Appletosh. I'm going to pick up where Ms. Hendrix left off due to her sudden departure.' The teacher said when we were all sitting down.
'Don't lie almost everyone here knows that I fired her!' Marz shouted out not even bothering to really look at the teacher. Sometimes I hated the fact that Marz had no respect for teachers. This wasn't one of those times.
''Yes well I have a class to teach and you are here to learn so we should get along.
'I don't however want those reports that I know none of you wrote. But we will talk about witch trials that started way before then. In the ages before Jesus people who looked just a tiny bit different were killed.
'People back then were very superstitious. The only people that didn't kill witches or wizards were the ancient Egyptians. They believed that these people were the direct link with the mighty goddess Isis. It is said that Isis often would ask a witch for help in the mortal realm. That last person who was believed to be in contact with Isis was Cleopatra.
'It was manly the queens of Egypt that were truly believed to be Isis on earth. Each queen who had a direct contact with the goddess wore a necklace known as the eye of Isis. No one knew when the necklace was first created.'
My hand shot in to the air because she had hit the topic that I wanted to talk about. Ancient Egypt and the eye of Isis.
'Did Isis ever wear her necklace before giving it to the first queen that held it?' I asked when the ms. Appletosh called on me.
'It was said that she did but what is more then that was she put in it some of her own magic which Cleopatra was reported to have said. "The magic Isis gave to me and my ancestors is for a time when it will be needed to save all of us." Everyone believed then that Isis and the necklace would save them from the Romans. As we all know it didn't.' The teacher went on and on for the rest of the class but I kind have turned her out.
The eye of Isis was the key that I knew otherwise I wouldn't have kept seeing it even when I didn't see the lady wearing it. The words were always the same. Hermione you must help my people and magic. Time grows short. The only ones that can help are one that lies and one that fears their own.
I didn't realize that this time the voice wasn't just me thinking the words but the lady. It wasn't until Tazz shook me because of the end of class. It was also then that I realized that the message had changed.
Normally I'm just told about the person who lies but this time there was a person who fear their own people. Why was I given such hard clues? Everyone lies at some point. More off why would someone fear their own people. That one didn't make sense to me at all.
'Hey Hermes why don't you stay with me tonight? Tazz can't hog you all the time.' Tean asked coming up behind Tazz and I as we walked out of the classroom.
'Tean that sounds like lots of fun. Then Tazz can have his girl over.' I had to shudder at the thought of Tazz's girl because she was one of the biggest whores in this school.
'Come on then Hermes lets go get your stuff. After that you can help me with that lesson from ancient history I didn't get it at all.' Tean said grabbing my arm and dragging me off towards my room.
Tean and Tazz were alike in so many ways. Manly it was the way they looked and dressed. But they however were two different people and most people didn't get that. Tazz was laid back but wasn't afraid to voice his feelings. Tean on the other hand was like a child. He got excited easily but he didn't have Tazz's openness about him. Tean always seamed to be afraid of something.
Tean practically dragged me to my dorms. Thank goodness it was empty it was a bit sad to see someone dragged by Tean. I loved the boy like my own brother but I hated the feeling of being dragged. Because I didn't want to hurt his feelings I didn't say anything.
I pulled Tean into my room this time. He laughed at the idea of being dragged by a girl who has to be three fourths his size. When we got in my room I began laughing as well.
However when I entered my room we both suddenly stopped laughing. My room was a mess. My books were thrown all over and pages were torn out. My bed was over turned and ripped like someone was looking for something.
'Tean go and find professor Dumbledore.' I told Tean once I got over my shock.
'There is no need for that Ms. Granger I'm right here.' I never knew how Dumbledore could show up when he was needed without being called but this time I was glad he could. Dumbledore simply waved his wand around the room and everything repaired itself and was put back in its place.
'Hermione you might want to look and see if anything is missing.' Tean said. When it came to it Tean could grow up in an instant and this was one of those times that I'm glad that he did because I couldn't think straight.
After looking around my room I realized that my drawing book was gone. Not just a picture or two but the whole thing. After tell professor Dumbledore this he suggested that I not stay in my dorm. Tean told him that I wasn't and that he would see to it.
I didn't stay to hear the rest of their conversation because I ran out of the room. I don't know where it was that I was running. I stopped running when I bumped into someone. Looking up I saw Harry's green eyes. I didn't see the hate that was there yesterday when he saw my drawing.
I stood up with Harry's help. When Harry asked what was wrong I ended up crying in full force. There were many things that I could live without and in the last two days I felt like I lost them both. But I hadn't because here was half of one thing I thought I had lost.
'Harry someone broke into my room. They trashed everything but only took my drawing book. Harry that book is half of my life.' I cried into his chest as he tried to calm me down.
'Hermione you're staying with me tonight and we'll get Ron to stay as well.' Harry said as soon as I started to calm down.
'Harry I can't I told Tean that I would stay with him. He asked before we found out about my room.' I told him reluctantly because I didn't want to loose him or Ron again.
'That's okay Mione. If you're with him tonight then you are staying with us tomorrow night.' Harry stated simply almost like he practiced it. That's when it hit me.
'You did it didn't you Harry that's why you're not shocked. It was you and Ron wasn't it?' I said as I stepped out of his embrace.
'Look Mione it was for your own good. It's that picture and others that we have found in there they aren't good for you. People will think your crazy.' I was too hurt to care about his feelings.
'Harry James Potter you give me my book back before I do something that you will regret for the rest of you life. You had no right to take or destroy what is MINE.' I shouted. I didn't even care to notice that we had gathered a crowd.
'We can't Hermione we burnt the book.' Harry said not looking at me.
'I hate you Harry both you and Ron. That book was my life. There was things in it that thanks to you I don't have anymore.' My voice was a deadly whisper and Harry knew that it was more dangerous then when I'm shouting my head off.
I didn't wait for Harry's reply before running off to find someone I trusted. I thought I trusted Ron and Harry with my life and what do they do they burn something that meant the world to me.
The book was the only thing I had from my real mother. Marz also had one but she didn't use it for drawing she uses hers as a scrapbook. It was two years ago when our adopted mother gave them to us she said that it was our real mother's wish that we get them when we are fifteen.
And now thanks to my so-called best friends mine is gone. I know that there was nothing that showed that it wasn't ours in the first place it was the fact that they were my mother's. That is what made me really mad it wasn't just the pictures.
I ended up at Draco's room. I don't remember knocking but I must have because he opened the door after a moment. There was that and my knuckles hurt like I was pounding not knocking.
'I hate them.' I kept shouting as I walked in his room. Draco just looked at me like what was I on. But he didn't question me until I was sitting on his bed.
'Okay now Hermione who do you hate?' Draco finally asked once I calmed down.
'Harry and Ron they broke into my room and destroyed it. That isn't the worst of it they took my drawing book and burnt it. They didn't like a picture so they stole it. Then they looked through it and didn't like other pictures so they burnt it.' I don't know when Draco wrapped his arms around me I just knew that he wouldn't purposely hurt me like that.
'It's okay Hermione I will get you another one.'
'You can't it was the only thing I had of my real mother's.' I choked out because I started to cry again.
'Oh goddess Hermione it will be okay. I know someone who might have some things of your mothers. If I take you to him you can't ever tell anyone. Please swear it to me Hermione.' I don' t know what made me trust him when he put it like that. I think it had to be the thought of getting something of my mothers.
'Draco did you know before tonight that I was adopted?' I asked suddenly realizing that this was the first time I ever brought it up around anyone. Harry and Ron didn't even know and never would they.
'Honestly yes I did. I know your uncle and he just found out that you and your sister alive. He asked me to watch out for you but that's not why I started to talk to you.' Draco said staring straight into my eyes.
There was no way I could refuse him when he looked at me like that. I nodded before saying that I promise I wont tell anyone about who we were going to see.
Draco told me to touch his ring because it is a portkey. When I did I felt a pull at my navel. I always hated the feeling but there was nothing I could do about it yet. One day I would create a portkey that didn't pull at the navel the way they do now.
When we landed I would have fallen if Draco hadn't grabbed me around the waist. When I looked at him he put his index finger to his lips a way of saying don't speak. He knew I wanted to ask where are we.
The room we were in was huge. It had to be at least the size of the great hall in Hogwarts. The only odd thing was there weren't any tables; just one chair that looked like it was a throne.
The room was completely black. Even the drapes over the windows were black. You think the person who lived here would like even just a little bit of color. There were only five torches hanging on the walls. Even the torch holders were black.
Suddenly Draco was pulling me closer to the throne like chair. At first I didn't see the person sitting on the chair because he to was wearing completely black so he blended in with the chair. But once I recognized him I was in shock. How could Draco bring me here to see the most evil person in the world?
When I turned around to yell at him he was gone. I began to feel a bit scared because I have tried for six years to kill this man and now I'm trapped in the same room as him.
'Welcome Hermione. I know you know who I am but do you know what I am?' Voldermort asked me. At first all I could do was stare at him. This was the first time that he didn't refer to me as mudblood the way he always did.
'Yep you're the evil bastard who wants all muggles and muggle born to die.' I said simply because it is the truth.
'That I may be but I'm not evil I just have a vision for our world. But to you and your sister, Marz, I am much more. You see my dear Hermione I am your uncle. Your mother was my twin sister.'
Talk about a shell shocker the man I've been trying to kill was my uncle.
'She couldn't have been because it is nearly impossible for twins to have twins.' I quoted from a book I read a while ago.
'For muggles yes that is true but for witches it isn't uncommon. In fact my mother your grandmother was a twin as well. But I wonder why did Draco bring you here?'
'Because I lost something today that meant the world to me. I had a book that I drew in that was given to me by my mother, your sister.' I looked him in his red eyes as I told him why Draco brought me here.
'Why should I give you anything if you are the one who lost it in the first place?'
'Simple it wasn't my choice to loose it. Someone broke into my room and took it then later burned it. I was ready to kill them when I found out it was my most treasured possession that I have.' I don't know why but I couldn't tell him that it was Ron and Harry who burnt my book because I knew he would go and kill them. Whoops stupid me he has been after Ron for six years and Harry seventeen.
'I have little left of my sister but I will see what I can find for you. I do have two requests for you though. First I don't want you to tell anyone anything about me. And second I don't want you hanging around Harry Potter or his sidekick. That is all I ask.'
'Well Uncle Tom you don't have to worry about me hanging out with Ron or Harry I hate them. And I will not tell you why but I want you to no go after them because of me I have my own plan for them.'
Uncle tom or Voldermort must have noticed the evil glint I had in my eye because he agreed. There was something other then blood that made me connect with the mad killer.
Not long later Draco came back to take me back to school. We were about to leave when uncle tom got out of his seat I wasn't sure what was going on until he stopped in front of me. He held out his left hand, which was clenched up in a fist. When he opened it there was a beautiful gold ring with a small ruby laid into the gold.
'It's a portkey that will bring you directly to where ever I am. Do not question the rings powers it is even greater then we know. If the gem glows you must come immediately. Other then when that happens you are free to come and go as you please.'
The instant that I put the ring on my right ring finger I felt a pull at my navel. I began to hate that feeling even more. Twice in one day was twice to many for a life time.
'Draco I can't stay I told one of my friends that I would stay with him tonight. Maybe later.' I explained as soon as we landed which is when I started running out of the door.
When I got to Tean's room I was surprised to find Ron and Harry sitting on his bed talking. Tean was nowhere in sight. They hadn't noticed me walk in the room and I hoped that they wouldn't see me walk out of it. I was wrong.
'Hermione wait! We need to talk.' Ron shouted just as I started to close the door.
'Well I don't want to.' I shouted continuing out the door. I didn't stop when they started shouting my name. Nor did I stop when one of them grabbed my arm.
I shook them off like they mattered less then bugs and that was how I felt. Where was the bug spray when I needed it? Why is it you can always find something when it wasn't needed but when it was it was nowhere to be found?
It took me some time to get the boys off of me and to tell the truth I had help. My best friend, Kevin, from here noticed me fighting with the two boys and came running over. Kevin is a member of the band and most girls know him as Acid.
Kevin is a fun loving guy but will become as serious as needed to help a friend. Another thing about Kevin is he is gay but no one really cares. It however did help today because he started hitting on Ron and Harry and that freaked them out.
They took off running when they thought Kevin was hitting on them for real but they promised that we would talk. I however didn't want to talk to them ever! What they did was unforgivable by any standards.
'Hermes what is going on?' Kevin asked once the boys were gone and I had a little more color in my complexion.
'I hate them Kev I mean it I hate them. Kevin you remember my drawing book that was given to me by my real mother?' I asked him as soon as my breathing came back to normal. It wasn't until Kevin got them off of me that I realized I was holding my breath.
'Yeah I remember it your sister has one just like it and both of you had the whole band sign a page. What about it Hermes?'
'They stole it and then burnt it. Kev it was the only thing I had of hers and they burnt it because they didn't like a picture in it. That's not the worst of it they looked though it. I never even let Marz look at it and they did.' Kevin had to have noticed that I said it with so much hate because he cringed.
'What kind of friends would do such a thing? I could never date a man that would do something like that. Even if it wasn't directed at me. But then I wouldn't ever date those two they have no idea what fashion is.' Kevin was going on and on so much that he didn't notice me slip away.
Sometimes I had to wonder if he ever noticed anything he didn't want to. Most of the time it included girls. And that meant me. I knew I wasn't being fair but when your two best friends did what they did you would hate things to.
For the rest of the night I just wandered around the school. I couldn't sleep at the one time I did all I saw was Ron and Harry's face as they told me they burned my most prized possession. I knew Harry would feel the same way if I burnt his fathers cloak but I would never tell them that. Hell I would never tell them anything again.
I wouldn't even tell them that my uncle is the one person they hate more then Draco Malfoy. What stupid choices they made without knowing it
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