Chapter 2, Blue Bear
Genre: Angst, Adventure
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter he would not be such a walk over and Voldemort wouldn't be such an idiot. Ergo I don't own Harry Potter.
Warning(s): Dark (not Evil) and Slytherin Harry/Hermione/Ron, Good Draco, Bad Voldie, some bad language
Summary: Common story with a major twist. The Golden Trio, due to various reasons, are dark Slytherins to the core.
"speech" – speech
^speech^ - parseltongue
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The sixth year Alexander's Primary School class were learning to sew. (1) Hermione Granger at first thought that this class would be horrible however she tried her hardest. Surprisingly she was enjoying sowing and was progressing well.
A week into the classes saw the class designing and creating their own toys. Hermione wanted to challenge herself by creating something rather big. She had never really had a stuffed toy before and wanted a teddy bear to hug when her parents were fighting.
Her teddy bear was about the length of her torso with long legs and arms. Soft blue velvety fur covered its body. She had even gone far enough to put four little teeth in the mouth. Her class mates came up to her to coo over her bear. Some even asked for help. As a girl with on friends Hermione couldn't stop smiling.
Soon class was over and Hermione grabbed her bear to go to the library. She was disappointed that she had no one to eat lunch with but at least she had people to talk to now.
On her way to the library she was stopped by three boys.
"Granger," the biggest one spat, "you think you're all that. Strutting around like you own the place, you're nothing but a teacher's pet."
His cronies nodded in support and leered. Hermione hugged her bear closer to her.
"I need to go to the library," she mumbled as she tried to pass them.
One of the boys stood in the way and pushed her back. She fell and landed on a nail that was sticking out of a wooden plank. She screamed as the nail imbedded itself in the back of her left shoulder.
"Shit lets go," one of the boys swore and they ran off.
Hermione whimpered and eased herself off the nail. Looking down she could see a lot of blood. Panic course through her veins and suddenly the pain was gone. Reaching back to hurt her shoulder she found it unharmed if very bloody.
Stumbling to the girl's bathrooms she tried to understand what had happened. She looked around before taking off her shirt. They was a tear in it and lots of blood but her shoulder was unmarked. How could such a deep wound just disappear?
Hermione heard the bell ring and quickly washed the blood from her shoulder and her uniform. Taking a deep breath she pulled the wet garment on. She shuddered at the cold touch of it pressed against her skin.
With a brief flash of inspiration she tried to conjure panic and direct it at her uniform. Slowly she felt the fear build up in her mind and gave out a little yelp when her uniform was suddenly very warm and dry.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. She was different, powerful. She smirked suddenly. God were those boys going to be surprised. She laughed loudly as she skipped to class clutching her new bear.
When she knocked on the door the teacher looked surprised but let her in without question. Sparing a glance at the bullies' direction she saw three pale white faces. Fighting to keep a straight face she glared hatefully at them. She nearly slipped up when they all flinched.
"I'm so sorry Miss," Hermione chirped, "I lost my bear and couldn't find it."
"Well I'll overlook it this time."
Hermione beamed brightly.
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"Hermione how did you tear your shirt?" Hermione's mum asked from the laundry.
"I slipped and fell," she replied hastily.
"Are you okay?"
Hermione smirked, "Absolutely perfect."
Hermione sat cross legged in the middle of her privet bathroom with her bear in her lap and a knife in front of her. She picked up the knife and softly pressed it to her skin. Biting back a sob she concentrated hard on healing the wound with her mind. Just as before the pain and the cut suddenly disappeared.
Over her life Hermione had noticed odd things happening around her but she never connected them to herself or think she could control them. Events like when an out of control barbeque fire suddenly went out and a bully mysteriously finding themself hanging by the underwear on a coat rack made sense.
A loud shout startled Hermione out of her thoughts.
"You whore! I can't believe I married you!" Her father yelled.
Hermione walked over to the basin and washed her wrist and the knife.
"ME! HOW DID I MARRY YOU? YOU ARE ALWAYS TRYING TO DICTATE ME AT WORK AND WALK AROUND LIKE YOU ARE BETTER THAN EVERYONE!" Her mother screamed in reply.
Hermione quickly grabbed her blue bear and leapt into bed. Hiding under the covers she tried to ignore her parents fighting as they shouted over each other. She clutched the bear tightly to her chest. It was easier than trying to read.
Sighing Hermione tried to use her new powers to turn off the light. It took a long time, way after her father had left for the pub and her mum went to her room to cry. By the time the light clicked off, almost by itself, Hermione was crying and holding her bear tightly.
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(1) I imagine the school being small and upper class somehow. Maybe a privet school. Mmmm...
WIZARD WROCK!
This chapter turned out shorter and more sad than I expected.
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