Disclaimer: It all belongs to JK. Oh to have a mind like hers would be wonderful…
With out her friends once more Hermione did what she had to do to keep on going. She had to get good marks in her classes. Work Kept piling up. She after all had more classes than anyone else at school, and some were particularly hard. But it didn't stop Hermione. She kept going. Even though she felt like her work was slowly killing her. Plus with all her time-turning, lat night and early morning studying she was awake longer than anyone else.
Even with all her work to do Hermione decided to see the qudditch match: Gyrffendor vs. Ravenclaw. She sat in the stands alone. Normally she would sit by Ron, but she didn't want to deal with another row right mow so she sat alone. She was tempted to join Lavender and Parvati, she knew they wouldn't say anything nasty to her. They probably wouldn't say anything to me, she thought, I almost would rather be put down than ignored. The match started. Hermione couldn't fallow the sport too well, usually she had Ron to explain everything to her. Hermione stared at people above her on broom sticks. Harry and Cho were racing for the snitch. Her train of thought drifted to Ron and Harry. She missed them so much. She wondered what they would say if they knew what she was doing to her self. If they knew that she was cutting her arms, that her knife had became her new best friend. What would they say? They would be shocked for one. She thought. They would be worried and they would mane me stop. I don't want to stop so I guess they will never know. For now I will be miserable with out them, with my mountains of work to do, I will cut my self to become free. Its not safe I know, but its all I have. It is my one ….her thought was broken off. Loud cheering and screaming people stood around her. Oh I guess we won.
She looked over the many heads to see Harry holding the golden snitch. Hermione decided it would be best to get to the common room now while she could do some work in peace. No doubt their would be a nosy party that would last into the night. Quickly Hermione exited the stands and was the first to the common room. Hermione brought down her belongings to a table and started to study. Slowly talkative, happy people entered the room. She placed a charm around her self so that the noise was much quitter, but still not quite as she would have liked. All the other Gryffendors seemed to be having a good time except her. A large book: Home and Social Habits of British Muggles was laid out in front of her.
"Did you even come to the match," A voice near her spoke. It was Harry.
"Of course I did," Hermione spoke with out looking up "And I'm very glad we won, and I think you did really well but I need to read this by Monday"
"Come on, Hermione, come and have some food," said Harry.
"I can't, Harry. I've still got 422 pages to read!" she said starting to sound hysterical. "Any way …..He doesn't want me to join in"
Ron suddenly joined the conversation ",If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten, he could have had some of those fudge flies. He used to really like them--"
This was too much for Hermione. She burst into tears, grabbed her book and ran up the stairs to the girls dorms. He doesn't care about me. All he cares for is that dumb rat. I could die tomorrow and all he would be able to say is who cares you know that one was wrong it was all her fault that Scabbers is dead. She was so lonely in he empty dormitory. Though it wasn't much better when it was full of other girls who ignored her a bit.
Hermione collapsed onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow for a long while before pulling her curtains shut. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her small knife. She looked at it carefully. It was about the size of a muggle exacto knife and was all metal. Darkness sounded her in her four poster bed. Hermione pulled the blade against her already militated skin. Small drips of blood flowed out. It was just enough to satisfy her for the time being. She had work to do. Hermione ignored the drying blood and wiped some of the reaming wetness from her cheeks. She sat cross legged with her back resting on the back board of her bed. She placed her book in her lap. She read till two in the morning, turned time back and did it again till the book was completed. She made sure to cast a spell so that she time would just be rewound and she would not have to deal with a past Hermione. McGonagall had taught her the spell at the beginning on the year for situations like this. The transfiguration teacher knew Hermione would be over worked with classes but felt confident her star pupil could do it. Hermione had no clue of how many hours she spent with glassy, tired eyes on the book. She placed the book on the floor and pulled on a long sleeved night gown. Hermione turned time back one last time. Back to when she ran up the stairs and away from Ron and Harry. She crept down the stairs and peaked out the door into the common room where the celebrations were still going on. The door was only open a crack, just so she could just one eye to see Harry and Ron. They stood near the table where they had been sitting what now seemed like hours ago to Hermione.
"Can't you give her a break?" Harry asked his red haired friend.
"No. if she just acted like she was sorry--but she'll never admit she's wrong, Hermione. She's still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something.
Hermione closed the crack in the door and sighed. She sank down and sat on the lower steps of the stair case. Too tired to cry she Put her head in her hands and just tried to comprehend why Scabbers was more important than her. Could a person really love an animal more than a friend. A best friend. And besides Crookshanks couldn't have done it. He just couldn't have. But to prove this to the boy would be near impossible. Exhausted and sad Hermione stood up. He placed a hand on the stone wall. Her loose sleeve slid down her arm. Cuts and scars were of course revealed. Hermione let out a sigh as she looked at the damage she had done to her self. I wonder…she thought… if they knew, what would they say. How would they react. A thought of revealing her wounds to Ron and Harry crossed her mind. She just had to open the door and show them her arm. In her head she could see herself saying to her friends. Look at what you do to me cant you see how your pride and arrogance and single mindedness effects me. Have you seen me with out a smile on my face for weeks. But no. She could not do that. It wasn't that was wasn't brave enough.It was just that they should not have to be told. But boys are clueless about many things. But not to notice a best friend is in danger. Hermione shook her head from side to side and made her way up the stairs and laid in her bed.
A few hours later just as Hermione was starting to drift to the unconscious world of dream land a parade of girls entered the room, All who were complaining about the unfairness of their head of house and the rules of curfew. Dream land came her imagination drifted to things of a happier subject. In it Herself, Ron, and Harry were walking through a crowed field full of odd tents. Laughing and smiling and they enjoyed the sun and the sounding magical environment. Then darkness….a quick flash of a green light, in some sort of shape….a scream…..
Hermione bolted upright in bed. The dorm was illuminated. The scream was real. It was Ron's Voice. The girls were all out of bed, Lavender and Parvati peaking out the door to see what had happened. Others talking in their room and ones on different levels.
"Stand aside ladies," Professor Mcgonnall asked. The girls move to the right and sat on Lavenders bed. "If you please everyone gather in the common room." The third year girls did as they were told.
In the common room sat the 1st and 2nd year girls as well as all the boys in Gryffendor. Many conversations were taking place. She repeatedly heard the name Sirus Black. Worry sweep through her skin. She immanently scanned the room for Ron and Harry. Ah their they are, they seemed to be in the center of the conversation, along with the other bays of her year. She saw Percy standing near the portrait to exit the room. He stood with the sense of great responsibility. Still looking around, Hermione saw Neville sitting in secluded corner of the room. He looked very upset. The girls door opened and the forth year girls came out. Hermione found a seat by a half-a sleep Ginny Weasley. Slowly more girls came down the stairs.
Hermione glanced around the room. Everyone still in pajamas. Hermione looked at the shear material of her night gown covering her legs, she gasped and quickly looked moved her eyes to her arms. She could barley see red marks on her skin through the cloth. The gasp seemed to wake Ginny up.
"Alright Hermione?"
"Yeah, I'm good Gin. I just had a thought"
"Oh alrightHermione" and Ginny closed her eyes and laid against the cohesion of the loveseat. Hermione crossed her arms, pretending she was cold, so not a sole would see the underside of her arms. The door opened again the oldest girls walked down the stairs fallowed by McGonagall.
McGonagall Stood near the door from which she had just passes through, with a stern worried look on her face. Her hair was let down and some what askew. She was also still in pajamas and bed robe. They Griffendors stared at her in silence. Hermione just realized that when she appeared that all the students stopped talking. "I do not mean to alarm you but as you might have already heard form Mr. Weasley" she said gesturing to Ron "that Sirius Black has entered the school this evening" McGonagall paused as whispers began to float around the room. "The school is currently being searched for Black. I ask that you all stay in the common room until mourning. As head boy Percy will be in charge, as well as the prefects. I must leave now to help search the castle," McGonagall strode across the room and opened the door to leave "If I hear word of any miss behaving tonight I will be sure they will be in detention for a long time" and with that she left.
No one in the Gryffendor tower slept that night.
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