AN: So, I haven't written on this story in over a year or so, I figured it was time to revisit it. The last time I wrote a chapter for this story I was a Freshman, now I'm a Junior. So, it's been awhile to say the least. I reread what I had written and realized it was ridden with spelling and grammar errors and the writing was weak and changed tenses. It was crap.
So, I went through and fixed all of the mistakes. I then realized that it wasn't compatible with HBP. Thank God for the Find/Change tool. I also went through and added a few scenes here or there, so, even if you have read this story before, please go read through again. You'll thank me in the end.
I would also like to say, I wrote about 20 to 30 pages for this story... and then my lab top died. Like, died died. Long story short I got a new iBook and it's so nice and purty. It's all white and shiny.
Good job if you are still reading.
So, originally this fic had a song to go with it... but, not anymore since made that stupid rule. So... yeah... no more song. Originally it was Mandy Moore's 'The Moment that I Saw You Cry.' If you want to yell at me go to my myspace or xanga, itscoldoutside and notdonebaking respectively. You can also reach me through AIM SamSilverScreen or email enterwittynamehere at hotmail dot com
The Moment That I Saw You Cry, ch. 1
Four years before Hogwarts
It was raining for the 15th day in a row and Draco, for the 15th day in a row, was playing at Hermione's house. They had Candyland spread out in pieces all over the beige carpeted floor.
"I win again! Ha ha!" Draco yelled out again for the second time that day.
"Draco, you need to keep your voice down inside," said Mrs. Granger quietly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Granger," Draco said quieter then normal.
"Mummy? Can we play outside?" Hermione said, tugging on her mother's apron.
Her mother contemplated and then, of course, gave in, "Well, Draco, do you have your boots and heavy coat with you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Granger."
"Well, okay then, Hermione dear let Draco borrow you blue sweatshirt." Hermione and Draco skipped and ran to her room, they threw on their rain grew and then went outside to splash in the puddles.
The two young children's backyard held a secret that only they knew about. A secret door had been put in by the past owners of the two grand houses. Draco had found it one day when he was playing with the ivy that had grown over it. That was how the two met, Draco had went through the door and had seen Hermione playing on her swing set.
Lucius Malfoy knew nothing of this friendship. The only reason he had a family was so that he could have an heir. Lucky for him his first child was a boy. Work always came first, Naricssa and multiple nannies were left to raise Draco into the fine young man he needed to be.
"RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY. COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY!" Hermione screamed on top of her lungs while trying to push herself on the swings. The back yard was green and beautiful. And muddy. Draco was just sitting on the slide, not going down and having no intention to come down.
Young Hermione thought otherwise. Quietly getting off the swing and squelching in the mud, she walked over to the slide and climbed the six bars to the wet, bright yellow slide. Draco still hadn't noticed her and with out saying any warning Hermione the pushed the seven-year-old blonde down the slide into a huge, gaping mud pit.
"Hermione!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Cracking up hysterically she didn't notice when Draco got up and pushed her into the mud pit. She tried to get herself out of sticky mud to no avail.
In the kitchen Mrs. Granger was baking apple pie for a healthy after dinner snack, Mrs. Granger never made dessert, she made "after dinner snacks." She looked at the silver-handed grandfather clock that was on the other side of the kitchen. True, the "gong" had gone out of it, but it still told time.
Six fifteen pm.
"Draco, dear, do you want to stay for dinner?"
But before the young Draco could answer the front door slammed open, "Where is my son, you filthy little Muggle?"
"Oh, you must be Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasant surprise, it is so nice to meet you. Your son looks exactly like you. Draco, your father is here," she yelled out an open window.
"Draco, your father is here," he heard. His mouth dropped open and he didn't know what to do. Even if he went through the door his father would still know that he had played with a muggle. He only had one choice. The mud crested seven year old stood up and went into the immaculately clean house.
"Hello, father," the small boy said, his head bowed down and tears forming in his grey eyes.
Lucius Malfoy had taken his son home; it was then that Draco found out the dark side of magic. Not only physically but emotionally also. Seven-year- old Draco Malfoy would never see seven-year-old Hermione Granger again.
Vines grew over the fence that held their secret door and a friendship seemed to be forgotten overnight. Time passed on and people were forgotten. By the time Hermione and Draco were eleven they didn't know the other one existed. By fate both lost friends were accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Both became enemies and it stayed that way for the first six years... and then one day...
Hermione had grown up to become a fine young woman. She had grown to be a whole whopping five foot two and half ("Thank you very much.") Her hair, to her chagrin and eveyrone elses, had stayed the same. Her eyes were root beer brown with a hint of moss green and were knowing and had lost the innocence most 17 year olds should hold.
Being best friends with Harry Potter could do that to you.
Hermione walked into a pub in Diagon Alley. She had come down to the small village in London a lot recently. She ordered a Butter Beer and sat down at the counter, she stared into the mirror behind the bar and contemplated. This was her final year at Hogwarts, in a short ten months she would go out into the real world and face real problems. Before she could think of anything else someone popped in front of her blocking her view in the mirror.
The woman's hair was pin straight and ending in stragely loose ends near her hips. And it was bright hot bubblegum pink. She looked about five foot three and she must have been in her late twenties or she was very well aged for being thirty.
"Hi!" a valley-girl voice squeaked, "My name Alexia Finn."
"Hermione Granger," she extended her hand and Alix shook it.
"I'm here with Metamorphmagi Untied. MU is an international support group for the Metamorphmagi like myself." the girl faded off and stared into Hermione's eyes.
"You have something in your eyes. You lost someone, didn't you? When you were young? Am I correct?"
"I- I don't know what you are talking about," Hermione stumbled out while putting eight sickles and 14 knuts down on the brick counter.
In truth, Hermione knew roughly about what she was talking about. For the past month she had been having strange dreams about a stranger someone.
Hermione left the pub with out looking back.
"You know, you do," and with a pop Alexia was gone.
Draco had grown up into a fine young man, just as he was supposed to. Seventeen years of age, six foot three, blonde hair and grey eyes. He had every girl vying for him at Hogwarts. Just as his father had wanted Draco had grown up with a cold heart. Draco needed no friends, only people to do his bidding. Lucius was very proud even if he was in Azkaban.
Draco was packing for Hogwarts throwing things into his rose wood trunk, throwing things from his closet in there he didn't see a small blue sweatshirt fall into the bottom. There was a small pop in the background, which was the one thing that made Draco Malfoy stop throwing things around the room.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Alexander Finn," said the six foot 28 year old, "I just need to tell you that, you need to meet someone that you already know,' and he started to fade.
"What kind of riddle is that? If I already know the person how do meet them? You shouldn't be able to Apparate in here, I'm going to imform my father about this. You'll be punished," but the words were wasted. The Alexander character had dissapeared. Draco tried to remember what he looked like, spikey blue hair... he must of been a Metamorphmagus. How bizarre. Draco didn't remember if they had special Apparating conditions.
"God, what a bunch of bull."
Draco shook his head and continued to pack. His father thought it was a god character builder to have him pack for himself and he would find out if his orders were not being followed.
Hermione was just finishing her packing for her last year at Hogwarts when her mother came up to her pale blue room.
"Hermione, may I come in?" a soft voice called from beyond the hollow door.
"Sure, Mum," a woman with brown soft hair came into the room. She had pale blue eyes and was rather round and was about 5 foot 4. Both of Hermione's parents were dentist and in that industry they earned quite a good amount of money. They lived in a grand estate on a private road that they shared with one other family, but they lived down the road and weren't very sociable. There was also a huge ivy covered fence seperating their estates.
"I just wanted to give you this," Anna handed her daughter a small wooden box the same size as a photo. It was tall and felt heavy, "Open it when you get to school. Maybe you can make some sense of it there."
"Of course, Mum," her mother left and Hermione placed the box into her trunk.