Hey people once again it is me Hannah from Austrlia. I am sorry if there were lots of spelling mistakes in the last chapter but from now i am working hard to get rid of them in my future chapters. Once again im from Austrlia that means there might be different terms or phrases used so please hang with me. If you wish to know what something means please feel free to ask me. Ok well yeah i took long on this chapter. I hhad it finished in two days but i had to check for spelling and grammer etc.. Ok forget it im just mumbling on
ON WITH THE CHAPTER...
A small cut began to appear on her arm but she quickly pulled away not wanting to go through with it. The cut seemed to disappear but leave a faint scar on the spot she aimed. As she moved her wand away it hit the oak tree. Crack.
"Hermione, please wake up, please," she heard faint voices around her as she arose out of her deep sleep. She groaned in slight pain but realised it wasn't slight it was major. She blinked her eyes reassuringly open. What where am I, where is this place, what am I doing here, She thought. "Hermione," she heard a crowd of people say as she had opened her brown eyes. She saw faces around her, a bit blurry but suddenly coming clearer at the amount of time her eyes had been open. Harry, Ginny, Ron, Dumbledore, and her mother, and surprisingly Narcissa had all gather round her bed. Hermione tried to push the thought to the back of her head why Narcissa would be there. She tied to sit up but ached in pain, so she laid back down again.
"Where am I?" she said in a weak voice to her loyal friends who were at her side.
"St Mungo's sweetie." Replied her mother as if no one else dared to say anything.
"How did, why am I-" Hermione stuttered at herself trying to gather memories of ever been taken here.
"Calm down Herm, its ok were here now, we missed you a lot over the last 2 months," Harry spoke in a more mature deep voice.
"Two months, what do you mean two months?" Hermione asked frantically.
"Sweetie, you were in a coma we thought you'd never wake up, by the rate that it was going, not even magic could cure a coma." Her mother told.
"Why am I hurting, why was I in a coma, how did this happen?" Tears began to fall down Hermione's soft face and landed in splashes onto her blanket.
"The potion is taking time to kick in, it doesn't fully work until you had come out of the coma, and as for how you're here well lets just say nothing happened." Hermione fondled with her thoughts in why they wouldn't tell her but then just though she was imagining everything. The last thing she could remember was her going out to the lake, walking down on the bank off the lake and then it went blank like part of her mind had been erased. She closed her eyes as if she wanted to wake up again in her warm comfy bed at Hogwarts and none of this was real.
"As for you Head Duties Hermione," Dumbledore began to speak, "We have chosen two new people for the job because as you know we would not like to put any more pressure on you an asked that you take a month at home with your mother. That is once you get out, which should only be a few more days."
"But why Professor, why take my job away from me, why have more pain inflicted on to me." It was like Hermione was repeating a Romeo and Juliet saying with out it being used by them, it had sounded so poetic of her to be saying this in the first place.
Hermione looked around the room working out if there had been any more visitors and then it hit her, Father was missing the one person she looked up to even thou she had only known him for a few day.
"Where's father, I want him now where is he?" Hermione said rasing her voice to an indestructible tone.
"He's eh how do you say um, busy," Her mother answer in the slightest off tone.
"Busy why would he be busy, im am most important to him." Ginny turned her head to the side. Draco was rubbing off on Hermione. The attitude was finally building up inside Hermione, had it not? Ginny had noticed this but decided to keep it amongst herself and not share the information with the trio. Tears now began to trickle down her mothers face as she turned to leave the room. She couldn't take it the sight of her daughter lying in bed and her husband…
Two days past and it was finally the day that Hermione would be let out and would be aloud to go home, not to Hogwarts but to her Manor off shore. While Hermione was at the hospital Ginny had protested she not go back to Hogwarts and was able to sleepover. This was a great comfort to Hermione, one because she would have someone to talk to and two because she would know what she had missed in the past two months. She had found out Gryffindor's captain for Quidditch was now Harry and Ginny had been chosen to be chaser. Ronald was renamed keeper also and played exceptionally well in their first match against Hufflepuff. She was told that the new head girl and boy were Lavender Brown and an unknown Hufflepuff. But one thing she had yet to ask was why Malfoy lost his job as head boy. Had he done something wrong? Had something happened to him? All this lay unknown to Hermione and finally she decided to explore this topic today.
"Ginny, Ginny," Hermione whispered loudly, "wake up." By now the potion had worked a charm she was able to move more freely, actually sit up, and walk around. Ginny stirred in her sleep but was yet to awake. Hermione got out of bed and walked over to the bed next to her, which Ginny laid in the covers fast asleep. She nudged Ginny to make her wake up, surprisingly she had woken up just before Hermione was about to conjure a glass off cold water and tip it on her.
"Ginny I thought of another question," she said as they were playing ask and reply last night, "Why was Malfoy stripped of his job?" Ginny sat up, shocked at the question Hermione dare asked. She hesitated but stared Hermione in the eyes asking her to work it out before she had to tell her.
"Um you'll find out sooner or later," was all Ginny could come up with that was for now.
"Why won't you tell me, first mother goes quiet about Father and now you about Malfoy why?" Ginny looked scared as Hermione had raised her voice and didn't back down.
"I didn't, but any way your starting to sound like Malfoy now, so cut it out."
"I am not, what are you talking about Gin, I am Hermione and that won't change." It could change, you wait, wait what am I saying shit I am sounding like Malfoy I have to stop it, its been a few days with him, but wait a minute I can't remember anything what happened after the lake, oh I need to know what happened. She sat back down on her bed feeling sorry for rasing her voice. She now looked calm and resentful. Ginny was happy that now the room was silent, but felt a bit unease. The nurse came walking in not so long after that maybe about 10 to 15 minutes later. Harry, Ron, Her mother was following the nurse through the blinds into her area. Her Mother came up beside the bed that Hermione was now lying in once again.
"Hermione dear are ready to go home?" She asked as she Accio Hermione's suitcase. It came flying out of the cupboard and right to where Melantha was standing. Hermione sat up, but this time she really didn't want to.
"Yeah okay," she said in a sad voice, she had enjoyed the stay in the hospital apart from the pain; it was an experience that was different for a change.
"Come on then, you to Ginny your mother is waiting downstairs." The two girls hopped out of their beds and both went to get changed in the bathroom. They came back out 10 minutes later, all dress and looking fine. Hermione was wearing a small tight light green top and a pair of black face off pants, Ginny was wearing a Pink layered top and a denim skirt which was one of the faded ones. They set off once again going to another place.
Hermione arrived at home about an hour later. The black limo pulled in the drive and all the way up to the front door. The green grass was as luscious as ever, with having just been watered it had a wet shimmer to it. She got out of the limo and walked up the grey steps to her big wooden doors.
"Mum, is my stuff home?" she asked in having been worried about her computer.
"Yes in your room sweetheart," her voice had an eerie tone and Hermione needed to know why.
"Mum Whats wrong?" She said as her mother pushed open the big brown oak doors, "Tell me mum, now where's dad?" Her mother bursting into another series of tears and Hilary came out to the rescue. She accompanied Melantha inside and sat her down on one of the couches in the living room. She soon came back out to a wondering Hermione in the entrance hall. What was that for, have I done something wrong, I need to know why, tell me someone tell me, ah Hilary. She thought just before Hilary had walked back into the entrance hall.
"Good afternoon m'lady may I escort you to your room or get anything for you?" She asked in the most polite manner.
"Yes, you could do something for me," Hermione began, "I want you to tell me where my father is, I need to speak to him now." Hermione was surprised by the way she was acting.
"Um yes, Mrs Granger said you'd be asking about that and she told me the only thing to do was tell you straight out." Hermione scrunched up her face with confusion. Why would my mum tell me, I thought she would never tell me, oh well here it comes…
"Well firstly to answer your question about where your Father Is, he is somewhere we would not know, The day before you had woken up from your coma your father was out on a trip for the Ministry of Magic, they sent him to the other side of London, but it was a fake letter and your father is now in the hands of Voldemort, " Hermione was shocked to here this, no how could here father be, he had to be fine, there just joking around with her, only knowing him a few days no its not true. "Im surely not pulling your strings, we were upset dearly but the Ministry is doing all they can to search for where he might be, but no luck so far, Tomorrow your mother is going to help them on a long journey searching where they haven't been somehow because they don't know the exact coordinates they can't apparated there so it would be a least a weeks journey, and for all we know you-your f-father could b-be dead!"
"No, No, No, No, that's a lie h-h-he is coming home tomorrow, please tell me his coming home tomorrow stop doing this to me, surprises coming out of everywhere, no this is another joke, don't even tr-" She didn't have enough courage to finish the sentence she had burst into tears run down make enough water for a small lake. She kicked the ground and ran off. She didn't know where she was going just out of here. She'd go back to the muggle place that was if she could, the only way off this island was by plane, and it would take a good days walking to get there. She ran out the back, she never realised how far her property ran along the beach. It looked like it went for miles. She walked along the beach for a good ten minutes until she came to a hole in the sand yet going under the green-grassed area. Hermione being the adventurous person she wanted to become decided this was the perfect time to continue with that dream. She walked over to where the steps led down into the ground and began walking down them. They were as hard as brick, which was a surprise for it being made from sand. She walked right down to the bottom of the steps and peered inside. It was carpeted with shaggy old red carpet and the walls seemed to be all made of dirt. Paintings hung off the walls; they were of wizards that seemed to be all smiling at their new visitor. She stared around inquisitively taking in every feature that was possible for her to see. There were a few candles scattered around the edge of the room on tall holders. They had suddenly ignited when she walked in and lit the room beautifully. Two red old chairs sat at the end of the room facing the door, with cushions pilled on top of them. There also was a books shelf on the left, it was battered yet still in a form which held quite a lot of books. She headed over there first, running her fingers down every spine of each book that was on the bookshelf. She came across a book, which felt as hard as leather, in fact she pulled it out and the whole cover was made from leather. Hmmm what's this? Some kind of book, hey wait a minute what's this say Journal of Victoria Gazer. Hmmm. She thought as she looked over the leather book in her hands. She wondered over to the seat, and sat down with all her thought still on the book. She opened the front cover and there on the Front page was written:
Journal of Victoria GazerStarted May 1946
Owners note: Who ever reads this when I am know longer here I must warn you that if you try to ruin this you will be no longer alive. Also this book will never leave you from now until you have pasted away. Please take good care off it as I did.
Hermione eyes open at this, she was yet again confused about the situation, which is only because she couldn't handle it. This book would never leave her, did she have to take it or would it follow her? She turned the page inspecting every last inch of words, including the dating.
Dear journalMay 4th 1946
Hi im Victoria Sophia Gazer. I was given this book from my aunty on my 16th birthday; she knew I wasn't coping yet she never wanted to help. She thought I need something to keep my mind off things, but I don't really know how that worked when im writing what's happening around me. Oh well, I guess it kind of does help me to express things. Well I am going to tell you what I exactly did today. Well today we got back home from Hogwarts, Landon was annoying me as usual at Hogwarts. He really wants to be my friend, but then my other friends don't like him, I wish they could get along. He's not a bad guy, but if he just listened to other people apart from me then people wouldn't hate him, it's really confusing. Well yeah we got off the train and I was surprised to see my Aunty there waiting to pick me up and take me home. I was wondering were mother was. It was a really boring trip home as usual but quite pleasant at the same time. We reached home and Mother and Father were standing at the door. They didn't look too happy, I thought what was wrong with them and sooner or later I found out. Hogwarts had expelled me from going back next year. I was upset but didn't show my tears until they had told me why. It was due to that they thought I had made Landon hurt someone, because that's what he had done. He told them I told him to do it; he told them I put a curse on him. They believed him to, only because I was the only one able to talk to him and he would listen to what I had to say. Why would he have done that? I ran off seconds later, didn't know where I was going, but I had my backpack on my back, with a few books and of course you journal. I ran for quite awhile not sure how long it was, but then I stumbled across this little room thing. That's where I am now sitting writing my thoughts and feelings into a book. I don't know if I can ever go back, but one day I might have to.
I have to go, otherwise im going to wet this book with thousands of tears. Goodbye for now my pretty little book.
Love always
Victoria.
Hermione gaped at the diary, and started to shed a few tears of her own. She felt sorry for this girl even thou it was about 60 or so years ago and she also felt her own sadness coming forth. She sat there still for quite a while, thinking, wishing for this to be a dream to start over again, for none of this to happen. She wanted to go back to her normal life, somehow everything bad was happening this year, was she put under a curse or was she just bad luck full stop. Either way none of it was helping her, it kept on getting worse. More like an hour drifted by as she sat there patiently for her to wake up out of this un desirable dream. She thought of other things that might happen, which made a few tears shed from her brown eyes. Could every one she loved die? Could every one turn their back on her? Was she going to die? Was she going to be hurt so badly that she wished she were dead? All these occurred in her mind flashing in and out light a light could flick on and off. She needed some one there fro her, she needed help and by the looks of it no one was there to help, that was except this book. It might tell her how to cope in these situations, but at least she wasn't the only one to go through this.
Ok there you have it this chapter, any ideas for what should happen next please tell me thx and goodbye...lol
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