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The Truth Comes Out

Hermione woke with a start. She looked around at her new surroundings, her eyes still groggy from the extremely long sleep. After a while she was wide awake and was starting to recuperate and bringing back memories of the past event. From the information she had gathered, she appeared to be in none other than Ginny's room. Her thoughts were confirmed when the only daughter of the Weasley family came bounding in with a gargantuan smile on her face when she had seen that Hermione had recovered. In no time at all, all the Weasley's had come into the room bombarding her with questions and statements such as: "You're alright," and "We thought we had lost you!"

"Wh...what am I doing here and wh...where are m...my parents?" was all that Hermione managed to get out. She was starting to get over the fact that she was at the Burrow but still couldn't quite remember how she got there. After she said this, Ron gave shifty looks to everyone and everyone did so in return. How was he going to explain the death of her parents to her? As if the question was answered, Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Percy and Ginny left the room leaving Ron and Hermione alone.

"Err... Hermione... I'm glad your all well and everything... but... do you remember how you got here?" he carefully selected few words that wouldn't shock her completely.

"No, off course I don't know how I got here, that's why I asked!" she had snapped back and instantly regretted it as she knew this was hard for Ron to tell her, she could tell he was nervous as he was fidgeting with his shirt and was continuously staring at his shoe.

"Sorry I snapped back but I'm just really confused." Ron looked up as if to say that's okay then continued speaking.

"Well... um... you kinda were in a car with your mum and dad, and... um... the car crashed. We only got you out just in time... but... err... we were too late to save your parents... so..." Ron was cut short then decided it was time to leave her. He stood up abruptly and walked away, turning back only when he was at the door with a look of deepest sympathy on his face.

Hermione lay back on her pillow, a single tear in her eyes, and then all the memories of the crash rapidly came back to her. It was like she was re-living it. First she walked to her parents all happy talking about her year, and then they were in the car happily discussing things. Before she knew it, she could imagine the whole impact all over again. The screeching of the brakes, the beeping of horns, the sound and smell of burning tyres. Then the impact came. It had killed her father instantly crushing him to death, and had killed her mother moments later because of a pole that had broken into the car piercing her skin then going through the bottom of her mothers left lung, through the seat, then narrowly missing Hermione by inches.

She had tears in her eyes and was about to do anything that would hurt her when a last thought came to her, this thought touched her heart and made her reconsider what she was about to do. She got back in bed and remembered her mother's final words. Make us proud. She burst out in tears then went to bed, sleeping restlessly, envisioning the crash over and over again until she could sleep no more, instead staring into the shadows, into the abyss of the world which had blanketed her with darkness. (Although it was actually day but you see where I'm getting at.)

The next day when she got up, she decided to change drastically. Not only because of the death of her parents but also for herself, the life that had been broken into many pieces. The life that she hated and she wanted to depart from. Depart from forever.

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Back at the Malfoy Manor, Draco had decided to completely ignore his father for the rest of the holiday, only speaking to him when spoken to, yet giving him short answers in return. It was after all his father's fault that many had died, some willing, some deserving, and some who didn't deserve it at all. A few days after the crash he noticed that his father had been looking smug, wondering what it could be now he went to go and ask his father.

"Father, why is it that you look smug today?!" Draco was never allowed to call his dad, dad, and was also taught to speak in a proper manner to elder purebloods that concealed the dark mark.

"The Dark Lord has fully regained his power and is now stronger then ever before. It was just last week that he managed to slaughter hundreds of muggle's at a large quidditch like stadium known as a football field." He had said the last few words shuddering as if it was a bad word.

"As well as that, you have been held no longer responsible for the death of the one you call 'mother'. I have managed to convince the muggle officers and the ministry of magic that it was all the other drivers fault." He said it as if it was just some extra piece of news that was unimportant.

Draco was speechless then a surge of anger came out like never before.

"What do you mean it was my fault?! You were the one who was driving and complaining about my grades. It was your fucken bloody fault that they died! If you had managed to watch the road and avoid fucken speeding, this would have never fucken happened!" He knew he had gone way too far this time. It all happened in one moment. His father whipped out his wand and muttered crucio aiming directly at Draco. It was as if he was enjoying it, watching his son whither on the ground in pain (even though he didn't show it). He stopped the curse then stared at his son for a few more moments. He turned around then walked off briskly not looking back. He did however say before he left the room:

"If you know what's good for you, stay out of my site, you worthless piece of shit. You should be grateful for what I did." And with that he left.

Draco sat in silence for hours on end thinking. Thinking about how bad his life had turned out. Firstly his father beat him at every opportune moment for any apparent reason; secondly he was forced to complete his fathers' deeds which were mostly never good. At first it was fun, but after a while it began to get more and more serious that he could take it no longer. It was time to take the turning point in his life. He could choose to become the arrogant, offensive mudblood hater, or something totally different. Something that showed he didn't care what happened anymore in life... or anything that happened to him.

I hoped you liked the second chapter! Please review, it would be greatly appreciated! I'm sorry if the chapters are a bit short but I'm trying to make them longer. I promise to make them longer. Once again thanks for reviewing if you already have, I definitely will keep on updating if I get more reviews.

Michelle