The Smile Lost in Chaotic Times
Chapter 1 A Tumble in Time
A/N: If there is anything in parentheses in my story they're only my thought if they have an A/N befor it. Hope you'll enjoy my story!
Summary: Hermione is involved in a tragic accident and is annoyed by the way everyone is treating her because of it, so she uses the timeturner she got from Remus who told her to use it when she wants to get away from a situation, so she does and gets blasted to the past. SB/HG JP/LE
"Rhia, Lisa! Smile!"
With a push of a button the moment had been saved, but time its self wouldn't pause for anyone.
"Now girls, go stand next to the boys… Lisa, tilt your head a bit more… more… back… Jack! Get your hands off her-"
"Mu-uuu-mmm just take a picture already!"
"Hold on Rhia! Don't be so impatient! Now… Okay, one last smile everyone!" Mrs.Granger said, not knowing the depth of it, but oh how right she was.
Yup, that was my life. Keyword-was. A year later Lisa died in a car accident along with Jack while they were coming home from the movies. I was the third wheel.
We were 17 and, I had graduated from Hogwarts and was about to start my training. I was going to be an Auror, but since they thought I was a muggle, they just assumed I went to an out-of-state across-the-continent boarding school, but more on that later.
Now, the main focus of this diary: me, Hermione Jane Granger, but Rhiannon Jay Greensfield as I'm known in the muggle world. Rhia. As you might have picked up I was in the car accident as well, but obviously didn't die, but sometimes I wish it had been me instead of them.
It was a white Christmas and we went to the movies. When we got out it had snowed a lot and still was snowing pretty heavily, which made the roads uber slippery.
Now you have to know this about me to understand my story: I was a witch- no I couldn't change the weather (but man if only I could!), get myself out of a straight jacket (hahaha that's bloods impossible! It was pretty funny though, but I'll tell y'all later), or swallow a sword (Eeek! That would be like committing suicide!), I was a wand waving, potion brewing, charm chanting witch. But it still feels like I should have done something.
Jack was driving us home and Lisa sat next to him. They were dating, and had been for three years now but mum made them take me so I wouldn't be left alone- pretty mortifying huh, but they were cool about it. Anyways on out way home the car slipped across the road
"NO! I can't do this!" Hermione exclaimed standing up suddenly causing her chair to fall over and clatter on the ground surprising everyone in the room by her sudden outburst.
"Honey, you have to let it out, tell someone or even writing about it helps- trust me." Said the therapist giving Hermione an overly sweet and fake smile. She was an old lady in her late 50's. She had long gray hair that was pulled back in a tight bun. Sliding her coke-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose. Looking down at her notebook she started scribbling quickly in it and smiled which revealed her lipstick-stained teeth.
"No…" Hermione was on the ground in a heap crying and rocking herself back and forth like a swinging pendulum. She just couldn't tell anyone. They'd act even more sympathetic, like they 'understood how she felt', and how she 'wasn't alone'. She didn't need more people tiptoeing around her like she was made of glass.
"I need to go get a drink," Hermione said quietly as she dried her tears and stood up, composing herself, so if someone had walked in they would have never known she had been crying a moment ago. With that the distressed witch walked out.
She had been planning her escape for quite some while now for when she would finally get out of the retched wheelchair she had been trapped in for the whole summer. She had been paralyzed and that was the only thing magic couldn't heal, and none of the wizard doctors or muggle doctors believer she would be able to walk again for the rest of her life, and they had been very surprised when she proved them wrong, and only it only took three months too. They claimed it was a miracle and she should consider herself lucky.
Looking around she saw Mrs. Worbert, her therapist's assistant sitting at the front desk. Walking up to her she gave hr a note and told her to give it to her mother, and with that she took off running towards the fire escape as quickly as she could.
"Come back here! Mrs. Worbert the girl, she's getting away!"
People started running out of rooms and towards her to stop her, but Hermione reached the fire exit in time. Leaning against the door with her back she pulled a necklace out from under her shirt and flipped it upside down but at that moment somebody had opened the door to the stairs with suck force that she was knocked off balance and went tumbling down the stairs smacking the steps as she fell. Blacking out at the bottom as she smacked the wall she flickered for a second, then disappeared.
"She should be here by now, and she's never late!" Whispered Ron loudly as he sat in a plastic chair next to Harry and was fidgeting.
They were waiting to be called in for their inspection, interview, tests, and physical check. They were going to be Aurors with Hermione, who was nowhere to be seen.
"Don't worry Ron, she'll have a good explanation for being late, I mean It's Hermione." Harry stated, even though he was as worried about their friend as Ron was, he knew if Ron discovered that he'd go crazy with worry.
An uptight witch walked in and to the door where the receptionist stood and handed her a note, but didn't go away, obviously waiting for her to read the note. The witch complied. After she was done reading she glanced up and said something that sounded a lot like 'too bad' but Harry and Ron weren't close enough to be sure since she had said it very quietly.
"Not if you ask me." The uptight witch responded rather loudly, which caused a few other heads to turn and stare listening in to their conversation.
"I mean it was pretty stupid of her to trust muggles and their contraptions, if you ask me she would have been better of she had died-"
"I did not ask you, now be so kind to leave!" The receptionist said very shocked. Obviously they knew each other and weren't good friends.
Now Harry and Ron were really worried. Were those two Ministry workers just talking about Hermione? Even tough they wouldn't wish whatever happened to that witch on anyone, they still hoped it wasn't their Hermione.
A/N: Well that's the first chapter, hope it wasn't too confusing…
