Chapter 2
She Looked around to the ceiling the floor the walls, anywhere than the place she knew she'd have to go. What was behind that door she didn't know, but she knew that she'd soon have to find out. Trying to make the time to venture into the unknown a little longer to ease her pain, but no matter how long she took, it was inevitable that she have to be the one to find out. She hadn't wanted to come here, she had wanted to stay home or go to work, but eleven years of being friends with a boy with remarkable courage and strength that no one could even try to begin to comprehend, it change the life that you were to have. The life that you would grow up to lead, to live it. It also changed how long you had to do those things you always wanted to do. It changed the way you were to people. It changed you. But to tell the truth, she would never, and I mean never, change what choices she made because the experiences she had, the adventures she completed as a teenager. They helped her to understand that out there is a world out there, bigger and nastier than she could ever be (which wasn't anything at all to be honest). They befriended her no questions asked; they taught her things that if she had been on her own she would never have even begun to comprehend. They showed her they real person that she was.
But all that is behind heart the present time and now, all she ahs to do is open a door. The old, black, dusty, cobweb-covered door and sleep there for, who knows how long. All the things she had done had been much worse than this; so why couldn't she open the door? The answer being was that this house belonged to a nasty stuck up tight ass, which had lived alone most of his life, with a tormented childhood and no family to speak of. Unless you count the terrified children he teaches every year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Meaning that anything could lie behind that door and unexpectedly try to suck her brains out, in a fashion. Time had been over for that and it was time to look beyond the factors of the evilness that lay behind the door or my lie behind the door and go in to kick its ass. If it even has an ass to kick. But she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Miss Hermione Jane Granger terrified of a room. Wouldn't her friends and colleges love to hear that? That the know-it-all Granger couldn't open a stupid door. Hum, I don't think she's gonna lose that easily. She may have had her ups and downs but she can open one stupid door, right?
"That's it!" She said firmly to herself. "Just open the door. It's not like it's got a powerful killing curse on it Hermione."
She looked at the hand that was approaching the dusty brass doorknob to see that it was shaking. She put her other hand on it and turned away from the door.
"Get it together Hermione." She said and turned back to the door. But before she could bring herself back to open the forsaken wooden object a tall, black haired man came up behind her smirking.
She stopped as soon as she felt his breath on her neck. She spun around at this and gave him a glare that could kill.
"What is the matter "Hermione"? Can't open a door? Here, let me make it easy for you. All you have to door is put your frail hands onto this brass thing here and twist, pushing the door open as you do so." He smirked with an evil round one to him grin on his face.
"Thank you sir. I just couldn't juggle my luggage that was all." She said going a little red in anger from this.
"Like I said, I'll be in my room two doors down if you need anything. Goodbye." He said as his black, floor length robes billowed behind him.
"All you have to do is twist the brass doorknob here Hermione." She said mimicking to herself as she entered the room. "What's the matter Hermione can't open a door? I'll give him bloody open a door in a minute, oh god. I'm talking like Ron. I really guess they both changed me, in a way. What a nice discovery that is to add to the list of experiences and lessons I've had today. How brilliant this has really turned out to be."
She pulled in her suitcase and placed it down beside her before she took a look at her new sleeping quarters. Did she get a shook or what? As she looked up she saw a chandelier hanging delicately above her, a four-poster bed with silver and gold drapes. Lamp shades of green and white with black walls with a silver boarder at the top, gold in the middle and green at the bottom. There were black curtains with gold lining at the bottom and the silver at the top. There were a few cabinets against the walls and a walk in wardrobe full of robes and dresses that to her, looked brand new. She also had a feeling that they belonged to her. That they were bought for her, but who would buy such exquisite robes and dresses for her? The only other person that lives in the house, well mansion was Professor Severus Snape. He had said earlier to her that if she had any problems to go and ask him. She definitely believed this to be a problem, but of the good kind and she wanted to know out of curiosity. Well, she will definitely find out after she unpacked. After she had settled into the place that she would call home for the next, I don't know how many day, weeks, months or even… years.