Hermione's Personalities
By Pottersgurl07
AN: Hey peeps...Thanks for all the reviews, you are all great. I have a little help from my friends to see if they like them first before I post the chapters, so i can get a good say so. I'm not big on critcism b/c no one really likes to get critcised on their first story but, surprisingly, I haven't had any and its kinda scary opening up email from reviewers thinking "Yeah, I just know someone is going to say its bad." I think about all the good reviews I have so far and as long as I get them I'll keep going. So here is the sixth chaper of "Hermione's Personalities".
Chapter Six: The Letter and Discoveries
Hermione had walked out of the Common Room with Harry and Ron, that morning, thinking about the day ahead.
She didn't know that she was at Hogwarts, until she had woken up that morning. But she was getting used to waking up everyday and not knowing where she was, or what she had done, or even who she had talked to.
Hermione had walked into the Great Hall, hoping that she would have a good day, and tried to forget about the things that were happening to her at the moment.
She wanted to be with her friends and just be like she always was. However, she knew that she would never be the same again when she started reading the letter the owl had just dropped in her lap.
She reread it hoping against hope that it wasn't true.
Dear Miss. Hermione Granger,
We regret to inform you that your parents have been killed by Death Eaters. The Aurors found your parents laying on the kitchen floor, dead at 9:00p.m., Sunday night at Number 2 Dunston Drive.
The Ministry of Magic will be sending you the Last Will and Testament that your parents had made before they died.
We are very sorry for your loss and hope that you can be brave through these hard times, since the rise of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Sincerely,
Minister of Magic
Hermione couldn't believe what she was reading. Tears started forming in her eyes and falling down her cheeks and down to the parchment that she was reading.
'No they can't be gone!'
Before she could control herself, she let out a scream of anger and despair.
She knew that people were staring at her, but she didn't care. She was so angry and so hurt that she was deaf to the next scream she made, before running out of the Great Hall, with the letter balled up tightly in her hands.
She ran all the way to the entrance hall, through the front doors of Hogwarts, and down to the lake crying out "NOOOO!" in a strangled voice.
When she got to the lake, she sat down on a rock, putting her hands over the back of her head, and burying her face in her knees, while sobbing hysterically.
She heard two people sit down beside her, but she didn't look up, she felt sad and angry for what had happened to her parents.
When she finally looked up, she saw Harry kneeling in front of her, just watching her, while Ron was at her side pulling her into a hug.
She was so greatful to have Harry and Ron with her, but at the same time, she wanted to be alone and not face anyone at the moment. She didn't wanna talk to anyone or even look at anyone else.
'Poor little Hermione.' came the mocking voice in her head.
She covered her ears, not wanting to listen to anything that the voice had to say to her, because she knew that the voice wasn't sorry for her at all.
'Hermione, why are you so sad? Your parents didn't even talk to you on the last day that they saw you. They died not loving you. They just sent you off, like you were a freak. They didn't care about you at all and now they are dead. And you have no one else but little ol' me.
'Face it, Hermione, they are dead because of you. Its all your fault that they were murdeded. If you didn't go to this crap of a school, then you would be home with your parents and everything would be fine. But noooo, you had to get in good with Harry Potter, knowing that you would have all kinds of problems being his friend. You knew he had a lot of enemies who wanted him dead, but you are too loyal for your on good. Its just gonna get you killed in the end.' The voice said accusingly.
'Please go away!' She thought desperately. 'Leave me alone! Its not my fault they were killed. All the muggles are at risk now that Voldemort is back and everyone knows that, even you! They loved me a lot and they didn't care that I went to this school. They were happy for me!'
'They didn't seem to happy with you the last day they saw you. In fact, they were mad at you for something I did, thinking that it was you, sweety pie.'
Wait a minute, what do you mean "something you did"? Who are you and why are you in my head?' She thought frantically.
'You're smart, figure it out yourself.' replied the voice sarcastically.
Hermione stood up so quickly that she knocked down Harry from where he was sitting in front of her and walked off.
'Hermione, whats wrong?' Ron said sadly.
Hermione turned around, abruptly, narrowing her eyes at Ron.
"Oh, nothing's wrong, Ronald Weasley. I just lost my parents and I want to be alone." She said sarcastically.
Harry and Ron gave her the 'pity' look and she hated it. She didn't want their pity, or anyone elses. She just wanted to be alone and figure out what she can do to get rid of the voice in her head that seemed to be trying to break her.
She turned away from Harry and Ron, and started running full-speed up to the castle She didn't stop until she arrived at the library. She could get the answers to what was happening to her here. She just knew it. She was going to figure out what this voice was and she was going to get through all of the things that were happening to her. She was going to do it for herself and for her parents.
She wasn't going to classes today. She usually wanted to go to classes, but at this point, she really didn't care. For once in her life, she had no desire to be in any kind of classroom. Especially knowing that everyone else would just be looking at her and whispering behind her back about what had happened in the Great Hall.
Hermione picked out a book on strange voices and proceeded to read all about strange things that had happened to other people. Specifically, people with her problems.
By the end of the day, she had found what she was looking for.
She wasn't surprised in the least. She had figured that it was something close to this and she had been right. Everything fit with the symptoms she was having; all the blackouts, and the voices, and all the stress, and worry she was suffering.
She ended up falling asleep on the book about her 'problem' that she had been reading.
She didn't hear the library closing, or the person that had come in after hours, either.
TBC...
