Dear Hermione,
I was happy when this snowy owl came to my home. I supposed she
wanted to make sure I would send you something. How could I not? I
am sorry for your parents. Sadly, there's no words of re-comfort I
could give you in such horrible times. I know exactly how you must
be feeling, make no mistake of that.
I must tell you something however, drugs do not cure your pain. You
will see later that it will only make it worse. I know I am the one
who made you start, but you should stop now that you can. Do not end
up like me. You have a big future in front of you. I don't want to
see you mess it up. I know it's all rainbows right now, but it will
cause you more problems than you can imagine.
You see, I didn't tell you the whole truth, when I did the
Unforgivable Curse, I had done some coke. From that day on, I never
touched the stuff... Until our fight. I do not blame you, my love, it
was a foolish thing to do. Melinda left me because of it, and I do
not blame her either. I thought the best thing was to go to rehab,
although I do not have the time. I will do my best to quit on my
own.
I hope you won't stay mad at me forever. I'm sorry for everything,
but I understand if you do not wish to speak to me again.
Although I have to ask you to write me. Do not let me into shadow.
Take care Hermione Granger
I send you all my love and support
Voldo xxx
Draco grabbed her letter and looked at it furiously, muttering
things under his breath. Hermione however, took no notice of this,
she was lost in her thoughts. Everything Voldo had written made
sense, but there was something she didn't understand, and probably
will never understand.
Hermione decided not to write to Voldo right away, not with Draco
around. She kept his letter close, reading it every time she had a
chance, she knew there was a hidden message somewhere.
The rest of the summer followed quickly, she and Draco barely spoke.
Well, it wasn't really something they did; talking. Since when was
Draco a big talker when it didn't come to good insults? It's
something that bothered Hermione, but she didn't dare tell him,
afraid that he might say or do something stupid. He was a Death Eater
after all. Besides their differences, she still loved him with a
passion, that is why it was so hard for her to say goodbye. Both
shivered at the idea of the war. It was getting close, closer then
they could imagine and they knew this was the last time they would
see each other.
The Hogwarts Express arrived the next day, the only thing that could
cheer her up in these awful times. She waited in the Great Hall for
her two best friends, excided to be reunited once again. But she
couldn't stop but think about Draco, she knew he had gone back to
the life that was made for him, the life that made him a slave at
the feet of the Dark Lord.
Lost in her thoughts, she could've of sworn she heard someone scream
her name. Looking around, she saw Harry's head in a group of people
only to be vanished a second later. She walked around to find him;
he was no where to be seen. Hermione decided to go back at the
Gryffindor table, thinking it might be easier for them to find her.
Harry did not come. Ron and Ginny arrived at the table however,
looking rather annoyed, or could they be disappointed? Hermione saw
Ginny force a smile when she approached the bench.
"Hey Gin, had a good summer?" asked Hermione.
"You could say that," she muttered.
Hermione was confused. She hardly ever saw Ginny in such a
condition, unless something horrible had happened. Hermione knew
that Ginny was fond of the Headmaster, she couldn't help but think
that could explain her behavior. She then frowned at Ginny, giving
her the comprehension look.
"Don't pretend like you know what's going on! You don't know
everything, Hermione!" snapped Ginny.
"What's going on?" she asked carefully.
"That stupid git left a few days ago," said Ron.
"Who? Harry?" asked Hermione in disbelief. "But I only saw him a few
seconds ago!"
"You couldn't have. He left to find his parents," said Ginny,
tossing a letter to Hermione.
I'm sorry I left in a short notice. I didn't want anyone to know I
was going, only to prevent anyone to try and stop me. I want to
thank you all for what you did, all the help you gave me. But now,
there are some things I have to do on my own, I hope you understand.
Take care of yourselves,
Harry Potter.
Hermione stared at the paper, reading it once, twice, until she
finally understood he had actually gone. She couldn't understand,
however, why he didn't bring Ron, nor her. She had made it perfectly
clear that she wanted to come, that she wanted to give all her
support. Maybe Harry thought it was for the best, but he was
wrong... Wrong.
She felt sick all of a sudden, crowded none the less. She looked
around scared, not knowing what to do.
Halfway through the sorting, Hermione left the Great Hall in a
rush, trying to ignore all the people that was staring at her. It
was not like she could notice, her eyes were invaded by tears, tears
that had been held captive all these months. She half expected Ron
to go after her or maybe Ginny, but no one came. They might of been
embarrassed.
She rushed to the Room of Requirement, exploding in tears once
inside. Feeling weak she fell to her knees, until her clenched fists
hit the ground. Memories flashed into her head: her parents for one,
who she had ignored all these months and Harry who had left her
behind, knowing that she needed him now more then ever and he also
needed his friends.
She heard someone open the door, she must of left a crack in it, but
she took no notice. She merely tried to get up, only to collapse
once again.
"Hermione?" She heard someone whisper. "Hermione, what's wrong?"
She lifted her head slightly to find someone she least expected. Voldo.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded in a voice that wasn't her
own.
"I will tell you some other time. Tell me what's bothering you."
"You for starters."
Voldo frowned at this, he bent down to grab her hand but she jerked
it away, muttering something like: "I can do it myself."
He could see she was hurting more then she let on, although, there
was nothing he could do right now to cheer her up. He wanted to give
her the world, anything she would ask for, that's how much he loved
her, but she didn't seem to care. It was hard on both of them, she
was in a fucked-up relationship and he just got dumped.
They sat there for hours, waiting for nothing. She finally let him
take her into his arms as she stopped crying, until she fell in a
deep sleep full of terror.
The next morning, she woke up scandalized at the idea that she had
fallen asleep in the arms of Voldo only to wake up the next day,
not knowing what time it was and where she should be at the moment.
She stood up gently, hoping Voldo wouldn't wake up, but feeling miserable
as she tripped on her feet.
"What are you doing, Hermione?"
"This wasn't supposed to happen! I'm Head Girl!" she burst out.
He looked at her amused as she rushed out of the room, hearing her
foot steps growing faster and faster until they faded away.
Hermione ran trough the corridors until she bumped into the
Headmistress.
"I was just about to come and fetch you," she said.
Hermione could not tell if she was angry or annoyed since Professor
McGonagall never really showed any real emotions. She then decided
to say sorry and follow her wherever they were going. She found
herself in the Gryffindor common room, no one in sight.
"Shouldn't I be going to class, Professor?" asked Hermione.
No. There are a few matters I would like to discuss with you before
we part."
The Headmistress made a hand gesture towards the chairs in front of
the fireplace where there was a hot meal waiting for her.
"Mister Harrison came to inform me late last night what had happen.
He kindly explained to me that he knew you the best and he wanted to
stay with you all night," she explained. "I decided it would be best
for you, knowing you went through a lot and you may not be quite
ready to go back to class with the other students."
"But-"
"Therefore," she pressed on louder, "I have the pleasure to
introduce you to Professor Malcolm,"
Hermione let out a cry of surprise when she saw a tall, good looking
man emerging from a dark space. He was wearing a green robe with a
tall pointy had that looked to big for his head.
"Hello, Miss Granger," he said, beaming.
Hermione only stared. She tried to listen to him as he explained to
her something about him being her private teacher, but her head was
spinning, she couldn't understand most of what he said. Then
something happened, something triggered her mind to listen, a word
that she couldn't bear to hear. War.
"What did you say?" she asked as he moved on to another subject.
He looked at her rather annoyed as he said impatiently: "Miss
Granger, if you are not capable of listening to me while I speak,
then I do not see how I could teach you!"
"Sorry, Professor, I'll listen."
War, that's all she could think about. She tried really hard to
listen, she really did, but she couldn't stop her thoughts rushing
through her head. Harry... will he be alright without her? He has no
one to protect him, no one to turn to. What if it was a clever plan
of Voldemort, maybe he knows Harry will go see his parents, maybe he
set a trap for him. Maybe then, there would be no war whatsoever.
Did Harry have a chance at all now that Dumbledore was gone? Harry
was a good wizard, of course he was, but compared to Voldemort,
Harry was nothing.
"Hermione!"
"Humm?"
"You're impossible, you are!" snapped Malcolm. "You better not be
this way everyday! I'm about to loose my temper with you!"
"Sorry, Professor," she mumbled.
The rest of the day went by quickly, she had finished her lessons
with her private teacher and she was now free to do whatever pleased
her. Only one thing came to her mind.
She hurried to her room, searching for something, something that she
needed badly. Drugs.