Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head.
*age 11*
"Go away!"
The words seemed to echo in my head.
Over
And over
And over again
She wanted me to go away.
After almost a year of being my friend, my only friend, she wanted me to go away.
Just like that.
Go away.
And never talk to her again.
Never look at her again.
Never again do anything that implied that we were, or even ever had been, friends.
I really didn't know why I was surprised.
After all, this wasn't the first time that happened.
Not the first time someone decided being my friend wasn't a smart thing to do.
Not the first time someone had it made clear to them it was a stupid thing to do.
Not the first time someone decided being my friend was obviously the fastest lane towards Freakville.
Not the first time.
Probably not the last time either.
One more year.
One more year and I would ask mum to go to a different school.
Everyone here would go to the same one.
And I was supposed to do so too.
I thought I would do so too.
But maybe running away really wasn't so stupid.
Maybe it really would turn out to be the smart thing to do.
Maybe it really would let me start over.
Maybe it really would give me a chance to make some friends.
Maybe they would even stay my friends, for a change.
I didn't know.
I'd just gotten sick and tired of being told to leave people alone.
Of being the reason my friends got picked on too.
Of being the one with a disease, unpopularity, one that anyone could catch very easily.
Of being the one everybody looked at when anything, anything whatsoever, went wrong. Because there was no other option than it being me. There was no other possible outcome.
Of being the one even teachers started to mistrust.
Of being called the teacher's pet, and knowing that, in reality, they didn't like me any more than any of the other students did.
Of being asked to leave her alone.
Of being told to go away
"Go away!"
So away I went.
Chapter 5: Check! Sorry about the delay again, I was staying at my grandparents, and I didn't have acces to the internet there, so… Anyway: about Hermione's age: according to everything I've found, her birthday is somewhere in September (the 18th, if I'm correct) and to enter Hogwarts, you already have to be 11. So Hermoine is actually almost a year older than Harry, and already 12 during most of Philosopher's Stone. It's going to be sort of important in one of the following chapters. Anywho: I hope you enjoyed reading this, and please review and/or alert and/or favorite!