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Chapter 1: The Shock

Author: Hyperdingdong39

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! Don't sue me!

I should have known that my life wouldn't be perfect for long. When Dumbledore walked into our Potions class, everyone held their breath. Whose life would be ripped apart this time? Who would never be the same again?

Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Hermione Granger!

I remember walking out, slowly. Each footstep was bringing me closer to my doom. And then the reality came. I had known. I had known what was going to happen, but it didn't seem to be the truth until it came out in words. Dumbledore's eyes weren't sparkling or twinkling at this moment.

"Your parents have passed away." You have no idea what it is like to hear those words.

Where would I go? What would I do? I was now among the ranks of the orphans of Hogwarts School. Which there were many of.

You never expect it to happen to you. Of course nothing bad could ever happen to you! I mean, I knew there was a war going on. But it was far away. Nothing effected the Hogwarts students directly. Other then Harry of course.

The gossip didn't seem to have an end. Everyone seemed to know every tragedy about everyone else in the beginning, but then, you forgot. They didn't matter anymore. You were dealing with your own problems of course.

That day I felt like I was constantly on edge, angry and spiteful, and most of all, sad. Harry and Ron were comforting, but Harry seemed to have trouble paying attention to me, with what was going on in his mind.

Ron was definitely a comfort to me. But in the end, he couldn't do anything for me either.

I had to deal with it alone. And Malfoy didn't help either.

I remember that day, and how tired I had been at the end of that day.

I had run into him on my way back to my common room. He had looked down at me smirking, his steely gray eyes showing no emotion.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to be polite.

"Why should I move... for a mudblood?" he asked, curving his lips upward slightly.

"Because it's common courtesy," I said, irritated, and just wanting to go to sleep, and forget about the day, for at least a little while.

"Granger, I'm not very common, you do realize," he said, still smiling with an infuriating lazy look on his face.

"Look, I'm not into dealing with junior death eaters on my way to bed, so bugger off will you?"

"Junior death eater? You think you have me figured out don't you? Well, you don't know me Granger."

"Are you implying that you aren't a soon to be death eater?" I asked, shaking my head with a slight smile on my face.

"No," he said, stepping closer to me and lifting my chin up. "I'm implying that I am not a junior."

He released me at that point, and walked away down the hall, his long strides taking up a lot of space. I shuddered, remembering how cruel he had seemed. I felt so vulnerable, especially at this point.

I welcomed the thought of my comfortable bed, and walked on back. The common room was filled with people, some talking solemnly, and some actually playing games. The idea of games seemed foreign to me.

As I snuggled into my bed, I couldn't bear to think of my family, my father hugging me, my mother kissing me. I cried myself to sleep.

A/N: Okay, don't get mad at me... I know that was REALLY short. But I haven't written for such a long time I really need to get back in the mood. I'm sorry I haven't updated? I just haven't been able to think of any plots!