Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter.
Disclaimer#2: I don't own any music from Pink, in this chapter I'm using her song 'Family Portrait' which I have no rights to.
NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.
Author note: For future reference any songs that will be used through the course of this story that she sings as her own will be borrowed from real artists because I well I'm not that artistic and I can't rhyme worth anything, well I can but it's drabble so yeah. Enjoy! P.S. When I load the document on here it leaves out the websites and all that, can anyone tell me why and how I can fix that! It is getting aggravating.
Ch2-"Students, she's back."
Why do they all have to look at me? I should be used to this by now…oh geez I should start walking.
Her legs felt like spaghetti under her, but she tried to keep her confidence at a high. She began to take the, what seemed to be, 'walk of doom' she hated that everyone was starring. Her eyes began to search out the two people that mattered to her the most. She first saw orange hair and knew she had locked in on the right place at her Gryffindor table. Then as she got closer she could see their faces, Harry was smiling from ear to ear, but Ron looked puzzled. She had concentrated so hard on them she had completed drained out all noise until someone screamed her stage name.
"It's Zen!!!"
"Huh???" she looked surprised.
I have a name you dolts. Geez its must be a first year muggle. Oh right….
She had completely forgotten that some people might recognize her, if they were muggles of course. She walked over to her boys as she liked to call them and Harry immediately jumped up to give her a hug.
Ron looked puzzled, "Why the bloody hell is everyone making such a fuss over you Hermione? And who's 'Zen'?"
Hermione was about to reply when Dumbledore called her to come to him. She looked up to him standing at his podium with his soft smile and gentle eyes and she started walking to him when a student ran in front of her.
"Zen, can I get your autograph? Please? I'm a huge fan!!!"
"Um, sure. Who do you want me to make it out to?" she took the parchment and quill and began to scribble what the student said and held it out to her and
To my #1 fan Dora,
I send you much love,
Zen.
She Dora her things back and she squealed and ran back to the Hufflepuff table. For some reason a certain blonde caught her attention, unlike usual there was no scowl on his face rather his face was filled with curiosity, his eyes filled with pure amusement. She raised her eyebrow at him and he noticed she was starring and his face changed, but the hate that she recognized wasn't there, it looked fake like he was pushing himself to hate.
But she didn't have time to ponder him anymore before she was standing next to the headmaster. He immediately raised his hands for silence and almost instantly the entire room was pin drop quiet.
"Students, she's back."
Hermione gave a weak smile, she had never been so nervous to face a group of people in her life. She looked around at people she knew and didn't know. It was obvious who didn't know why this was all happening. Probably the purebloods. She mentally nodded and viewed the few muggles who knew who she was with their bright faces and she couldn't help but be proud of herself. Now don't get overconfident. Snapping herself out of her thoughts Dumbledore took a hold of her shoulder and bent down slightly just to talk to her.
"Do you want to tell them what you have been up to Miss Granger?"
"No Headmaster, I really just want to be as normal as possible. You know be the smart one and be the bookworm as usual."
He smiled at her and winked. "As you wish," and he turned to the students, "Now lets all make sure to welcome back Miss Granger, go take your seat with your friends."
"Thanks Professor." She walked back over to Harry and Ron and took a seat in between the two.
Hermione looked at Ron and he was about to say something but she cut him off. "I'll explain later Ron."
She decided to head out early saying she needed to get ready for class the next morning and catch up, but all she really wanted to do was get out. Too many people were asking her too many questions and for too many autographs it was starting get annoying. She just wanted a way out and of course she used her brains to get out before dessert had poofed to the table. She felt awkward walking the halls of Hogwarts, she had been gone for what seemed to be so long it was weird, she thought.
She reached the Fat Lady in the painting.
"Password."
"Oh dang it all!" She had completely forgotten to ask what the dang password was to get into the Gryffindor common room.
She sighed and trudged away angrily. She didn't want to go back for dessert so she began walking around looking at the moving paintings something she had never done before. Some of them stared, greeted her, and mocked her for being muggle born, mostly the usual. Her thoughts wondered, how am I going to deal with all of this? People will find out that is a no brainer, but I just want to be as normal as possible. She knew people would ask her to sing her music, to teach them dance moves form her tour, to do this and that. At the moment she didn't know how to deal with it and she stopped suddenly. She looked around and she didn't know where she was.
"Oh great, I'm lost." She sighed and did three complete 380 turns in spite of herself. She looked down at her watch.
Someone is bound to find me sooner or later, now what am I going to do?
Suddenly the image of her mother came into her mind, "Now Hermione when you have extra time write some songs." And her mother touched her cheek softly.
She shook her head to get the image out of her head. To her it seemed all her mother wanted her to do was work, work, and work some more. It could possibly be because she was her manager and she got money for the things she did, but her mother was different since the divorce… She shook her head again.
Now don't start with that again, you'll start to c-cry.
Too late her tears started to roll down her cheeks and she backed against the wall and slid down with a loud thud on the ground her shaking hands reached in her pocket for her notebook and her pencil. She flipped it open and from in between the pages a pocket sized picture of her family portrait fell to her side. She ran through the pages to a blank page and started dribbling every once and a while looking down at the family picture. When she finished the song she looked at it for a good 15 minutes before she decided she should sing the song.
"Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh
Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you
said
You fight about money, bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me like it has done
my family
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave
Daddy please stop yellin, I can't stand the sound
Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says
its true
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love
you, too
I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave
In our family portrait, we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes
naturally
I don't wanna have to split the holidays
I don't want two addresses
I don't want a step-brother anyways
And I don't want my mom to have to change her
last name
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do
anything)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
Let's play pretend act and like it comes so
naturally
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my
shining star?
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Don't leave us here alone
Mom will be nicer
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right
I'll be your little girl forever
I'll go to sleep at night"
Her voice faded and she picked up the picture and stared into her father's eyes, her eyes, they were identical. A few moments passed when she heard what she thought was a scuff of a shoe on the floor to her left and her head snapped that direction. The hall was engulfed with darkness, except for the flame that was above her and she caught the light off of the person's blonde hair.
-It's long mostly because of the song and again NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED. I just want to make that clear, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and the next one will be up as quick as I can write. Reviews please!!! Thanks!!!