Ok, here's chapter Two, I hope taht is better than last one 'cus I used a spell check program :P

Once again, this fic is NOT mine I only translate it, tha author loved your reviews, so keep them coming ;)

Chapter 2: A Body with no Soul.

Hermione was turning in her bed, she hadn't selpt the last few days, her head was full of ideas and she couldn't figure out how to get them away.

On Friday of the previous week she had received a letter from her parents telling her that they were in Wales, in her grandparents house and that they were there because her aunt Rebecca, her fathers younger sister, was very sick, but they didn't tell her more.

She didn't know her aunt Rebecca that much, but her parents and older cousins had told her the tragic history of her aunt, and she remembered it clearly.

Rebecca, since little, always had a delicate health, that's why her parents, Hermione's grandparents, didn't let her go out very often, but that didn't stop her from meeting a good-looking and kind young man which she fell deeply in love with and iapparently her love was corresponded because he used to visit her frequently, give her flowers and chocolates, and even, sometimes, he secretly got her out of her house and then they sent the day together in the park or in the beach. One day, when Rebecca couldn't be more in love with him, he asked her to marry him and she acepted immediately. Everyone of her family were happy for her and they prepared the wedding full of enthusiasm, but just a few days before the great event, her fiancé came to visit her completely drunk, he insulted her, her family and, after making fun of her stupidy and credulity, he broke the compromise saying that all of it had been a farce and that he was leaving with somebody else who did deserve him, Rebecca cried, asked and begged him not to leave, not to leave her with a broken heart, but he didn't listen to her and left her full of desesperation.

A few days passed, in which she didn't give any signals of being alive, locked in her room, alone and in the dark; one afternoon, in which all the family was together, the sons of Elizabeth, older sister of Hermione's father, went up to look for her and to try and get her out of that room, but when they opened the door they saw something that gave them one of the biggest shocks in their lives. Rebecca was thrown in the middle of her room surrounded with all the medicines that she usually took, it seamed that she had tried to take her life. To her good, or maybe bad luck, when they found her she was just unconscious and they were able to save her.

But after that, Rebecca was never the same, maybe she wasn't dead, but she wasn't exactly alive either, because since that day the only thing she did all day was to walk around the house with a blank expression on her face paying no attention to anybody, and by night she would sit on her rocking chair looking out the window like waiting for the things she had lost to come back. Sitting there rocking back and forth, her body seamed empty, it looked like she had lost her soul.

If something really bad happened to aunt Rebecca my parents would tell me immediately - Thought Hermione.

Even if she had seen her aunt just a few times, her mind saved a special memory of her aunt. When she was ten, she and her parents had visited her grandparents, Hermione had gone up the stairs to the second floor, and curious, she decided to look inside the bedroom of her aunt, she found her as always, sitting in front of her window, rocking her chair slowly and wispering something that Hermione couldn't understand. Her aunt turned and looked at her, a little alert from the noise she had made, and after looking at her for a long time she stand up, took her by the shoulders and said: "Poor girl, they will break your heart like mine and then you'll die of love, I'm so sorry" then she let her go and went back to sit in her chair ignoring Hermiones presence.

Even if those words didn't make to much sense to her, Hermione thought that they had something of prophetic and even if she didn't believe in those things, she decided that maybe she had to listen to them. Maybe at her age it was too soon to think about that, but nevertheless since that day she promised herself that she would never fall in love, that she would never expose her heart to such pain, that she wouldn't end being a body with no soul, like her aunt Rebecca.

The silver light of the moon had been replaced by the golden light of dawn, Hermione looked at her clock again, 6:20 A.M., it was Saturday and she didn't have a reason to wake up this early, but it didn't make sense to continue in bed if she couldn't sleep, so she decided that a nice bath would clear her mind and then she could walk around Hogwarts grounds before going to breakfast.

The Gryffindor stand up, took her pyjamas off, grabbed a towel, put it around herself, headed to the bathroom, opened the door and went inside.

To be continued...

P.S. Does anyone know of a beta that's interested in helping?

Oh yeah, I updated this chapter 2 times 'cus in the first one I didnt use the spel check... jeje