AN: Okay, so as I said before, I now have an iBook G4... I had a Think Pad that ran on XP but then it went to hell. It was a bad computer. So, I had to download NeoOffice is good for something) because doesn't accept WordPad files and iBooks don't come with Microsoft Word and I don't have 200 dollars to shell out for it.
So, then I had to download Internet Explorer so that I could edit it. All I got to do was make paragraphs... no bold, italics... nothing like that, so if someone knows how to do that on iMacs then I will like send them a chapter early or add them as a character or something... I'll at least love you forever.
So, if anyone spots the little html codes then please tell me so I can fix them.
The Moment That I Saw You Cry, ch. 2
It was nine forty-five by the time the Grangers left the house. Heading to Kings Cross Station in their green Volvo, it was dead silent in car except for the droning of the other cars on the highway. Hermione lay in the back seat curled up, asleep.
i "Rain, rain, go away! Come again some other day!" voices giggled from afar and rain was splattering on the black top. Boots splashed in the puddles of pot holes on the road and car horns honked from the busy street on the other side of the small mountain. A young boys voice called her name, "Hermione! I found a worm! Let's eat it!" She was three... maybe four... She looked up from the puddle she was staring into and saw- /i
"Hermione, wake up! Were at the station! Come on! Were gonna be late!" he father, Joseph Granger called to her.
"What?" Hermione looked around and was somewhat saddened at the fact she hadn't seen that mystertious stranger. Not that Hermione believed that dreams could tell you something. I mean, it was your unconscious mind that controlled your dreams! Hermione stepped out of the car and her father stared at her.
"Are you sure you want to go to school in that?" her father asked her. She was wearing Muggle clothing. Dark blue jeans that ended a little above hips and a tee shirt that any parent would have disagreed with. It was an off the shoulder pink baseball tee that ended at the waistline of her jeans. Her skin was clear and radiant and her hair was pulled up on the top of her head after she gave up on trying to style it.
"Yes, Dad! I'm sure I do! I did pick out these clothes today, did I not?" her father gave her a look that said I'm-Still-Upset-With-You-But-I'm-Gonna-Pick-My-Battles. Hermione gave him a look that said Ha-I-Win-Again!
Hermione put her trunk on her trolley and pushed it through the barrier.
"All aboard, who's comin' aboard!" Hermione ran to the nearest open door and walked trough it dragging her trolley through it. Shuffling down the hall she didn't notice her turquoise shoe lace coming undone. She tripped on the loose string which sent her trunk flying over her head. It landed and the wooden box her mother had given her flew out of the trunk landing on the stained, carpeted floor.
Hermione mumbled some dark words under her breath and rubbed her sore knee. She got up and closed her trunk and picked the box up and continued walking down the deserted hallway. Hermione was looking down at the red carpet and she not noticing a certain someone traveling the opposite direction as her. The two people conked head and landed and the floor facing each other.
Before Draco Malfoy had the chance to say something Hermione spoke a few choice words, "God dammit it all to Hell!"
"Wow, Granger I didn't know you had it in-" Draco was unable to finish his sentence as he had seen what she was wearing. Something from the past was trying to chisel it's way into his life but he couldn't figure out what it was. It was just, whenever he looked into those Mudblood eyes he felt something prying at his soul.
"Nice bracelet, Granger. Is that all your family could afford to get you?" pointing out the ratty bracelet she had had since she could remember.
"My parents are dentists, thank you very much, they can afford very nice things. I'm sure if you went to the dentist every once in awhile you wouldn't be so God damned ugly."
Hermione was looking around for her wooden box when she found it open on the floor. Inside the box were Muggle photos, she picked up a few and saw her family and her at the zoo, her as a child getting an ice cream. All of the photos contained a young boy who looked to be her age.
"So, Granger, are you just going to stare at your disgusting Muggle photographs all day or are you going to say sorry for crashing into me and for being on this earth?"
Hermione looked up from the photo and looked in Draco's eyes, "No, Ferret Boy, I am not going to say sorry. Unless it is to your mother to tell her how sorry I am that she has to deal with you," Hermione scooped up the photos and put them in the box and stood up.
Draco stood and brushed invisible lint off himself, "You take that back, you filthy Mudblood," Draco walked over to her and grabbed her by the wrist, "I find it disgusting that I have to share a school with filth like you," Draco sneered.
"Let go of me, Draco," Hermione and Draco gasped at the same time.
"Never call me Draco, you are beneath me!" Draco let go of her wrist and threw her to the floor. He walked over her and continued walking his robes billowing out behind him.
The door behind her slid open and Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly walked through, "Hermione, are you okay?" Harry kneeled down beside her and put his hand gently down on her shoulder, "What happened?"
"Malfoy," she said simply.
Ron just stood in the background, he understood Harry's feeling for Hermione and, you know, if he wants to make a move; more power to him. But something was itching him. Not physically mind you, he was just bugged by something Hermine had said. Malfoy was bugging her again. You would think that after Harry had put Lucius Malfoy in Azkaban Draco Malfoy would lay off of the insults. But, you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
"What'd he do?" Ron asked from behind her.
Hermione turned her head around and looked at Ron, "Oh, the usual, he ran into me and scattered my stuff everywhere and then blamed me for running into him when in truth he knew very well that he ran into me and it was not vice versa! And... well, I sorta insulted him and he grabbed my wrist and threw me on the floor and- yeah..."
"What did you say to him?" Ron asked slightly amused that Hermione had insulted someone, let alone to their face.
"Um, well. He told me to say sorry. And I said I wouldn't unless it was to his mother for having to deal with him," Ron was in tears from laughing and Harry did break a smile.
Harry was still getting over Sirius' and Dumbledore's death and he was still in a state of depression. Both men had been father figures to him and the loss was great. He tried desperately to turn his focus on something else. He did. Hermione.
Hermione looked down at her wrist, "God," her wrist was colored black and blue right around her palm. The same size as someone's thumb, "I swear, one day fate and karma will get him back for everything he has done," Hermione was a tad upset.
"Why do we have to leave it to fate?" Ron mumbled.
"Ron," Hermione warned.
"Come on," Harry helped her up and grabbed her trunk, he held the trunk and trolley in his left and sat his right hand on Hermione's right shoulder. Ron walked behind them and they left to find a compartment.
Draco looked through the window, "Someday, Granger, I'll get you... and your little friends, too."
As the last of the first years sat down Professor McGonagall got up to make the yearly announcements. She looked at her students solemnly.
"Good evening, students. As most of you know Professor Albus Dumbledore passed away last year and we shall all miss him dearly. But, I do know for certain that he would want us to carry on. This school was Professor Dumbledore's greatest passion and greatest achievement, he would want all of the students her to be successful and carry on. So, please do.
"If any of you feel the need to talk, the school counselor Mr. Giles will be here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday to talk with you, please come to my office to sign up. Professor Dumbledore often said it was very important to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated...
"I will be the schools new headmaster," McGonagall stumbled through, even she was having a hard time getting through it. Professor McGonagall took a deep breath here and seemed to regain her composure.
"As usual the forest is forbidden, if any of you feel the need to break this rule and decide to go in there Mr. Filch will be more than happy to assign detentions. If you also feel the need to bring illegal objects into this school you can simply check the list of illegal objects on Mr. Filches office door.
"As the new tradition seems to be we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, she will be her tomorrow, so I will just leave it as a surprise."
Professor McGonagall started to fidget with her hands.
"We, erm, also have a new potions teacher this year. Professor Harvey Lowlen was kind enough to come out of retirement to teach for us this year, please give him a warm welcome."
A teacher stood up from the head table. He was hunched over and his skin was wrinkly and full of warts, it also gave the impression that it was green. He had he had four of five white tendrils of hair plastered to his head.
"I'm sure your all very hungary right now. So, I hope we have a good year and let's begin."
Harry, Hermione and Ron stared at each other. This wouldn't be another year at Hogwarts.