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Seasons Change by Lions_Rule8065
Chapter 1 : Seasons Change
 
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A/N: This is just a one-shot, changed slightly to suit the mood of HPFF! It’s about Hermione meeting a tall, dark, handsome stranger in a park. But who is this stranger? Please read and find out!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione or the mysterious guy as both of them are in the Harry Potter works of the great J.K Rowling. I so want to be her! But the plot is mine, as well as the A!


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*** Seasons Change ***

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Outside, the weather was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly. I longed to be out of the stuffy house; I was grounded, but I wanted to be saved from the sound of daytime television and the pages of my study books.

The window was open, letting a solid smell of fragrance from the newly-grown flowers fly in. The smell was penetrating. I could smell grass that had been freshly cut, but it made me sneeze with my hay-fever intact this season. It was Spring, a time for new life; a new beginning… for me.

I had to get out; I needed to, so I grabbed my jacket from off the couch, grabbed my clinking keys and opened the front door. The smells were richer from going outside and I breathed in deeply then sighed. I saw my neighbours walking their dogs, pushing crying babies in their pushchairs and the occasional worker hopping into their cars or on to a bus, the mechanical beasts of the world which caused toxic fumes to ruin the Earth. I preferred walking.

Cradle the weight of your life
You can survive
What lies before you


Even though I liked walking, I didn’t like walking by myself, but I knew all my friends would be at the park, so I headed in that general direction.

The park gates were tall, black and rusting away; an entrance to a dark unknown place where trouble was always brewing, such as vandalism, violence and the occasional misuse of illegal substances. The gates were now a little rusty, indicating a sign that danger had moved on; the youths had abandoned this territory months ago when the new club was built. The park itself was home to fresh life; people, wildlife and plants alike, as though everything in the world was beginning again, like me. I stepped into the park.

The gravel underneath my feet crunched, the mixtures of browns and greys blended in well with the grass, strewn all over the path. The leaves off trees blew in the gentle breeze, some pink flashes from the cherry blossom ones made a clash against the greens. I carried on walking, smiling at other wanderers.

I came across a bench which I took a moments rest on, the once shiny wood now pale from the different weather that had changed itself. Even the black paintwork on the arm-rests had been discoloured.

There were no other benches around the park like this one, but the one I was sitting on would catch everyone’s eyes in an art gallery. The spray paint designs created a graffiti rainbow and the artists names’ had put their signatures all over.

“I call this piece of work,” I whispered to myself. “Vandalism…” then I got up and walked down the path towards a water-landscape.

It's only a matter of time
Before the night
Turns into day


The trickle of water from a man-made waterfall filled my ears, it was the sound of peace; tranquillity. The pond had much life, from the croaking frogs on the lily pads, to the family of ducks quacking as they swam in the mirror-like surface. I gazed down at my reflection and I saw brown eyes staring up at me; they stood out against the murky, green depths of the pond. My hair was pulled back into a bun to keep it off my burning neck, but the sun caught the gleaming blonde it was now of. I smiled and then moved on.

I breathed in once more when I reached the shade of a willow tree, its long and slender leaves tickling my bare cheeks, making them rosy, just like the buds of the actual rose flowers; I breathed in their scent, but sound caught my attention instead.

A playing field was situated next to the willow tree and I could hear laughing and the sound of people on broomsticks. I peered through the long vines and saw a group of boys my age with the said broomsticks, trying to catch a scarlet ball, and I couldn’t blame them. Who would miss an opportunity to have fun in weather like this?

I didn’t know how they were playing Quidditch in front of thousands of Muggles, but I guess an Invisibility Charm did the trick. I surveyed the game, watching as someone familiar chased after a tiny golden ball.

“In coming!” Someone shouted from the field. I looked about and I screamed when I saw the speeding Quaffle coming towards me. It was too late to duck… it had already smashed into my head and I fell back on to the ground; a throbbing headache, and basically unconscious…

“Hey! Are you all right?” The voice sounded so distant and my body ached everywhere. My eyes fluttered open but everything was out of focus. I could still smell the flowers around me and the willow leaves tickle my skin, but as my vision came back to me, I could see a hand reaching out for me.

“Yeah, I think so,” I murmured. I grabbed the hand and the person pulled me up, but I wobbled and I fell into the trunk of the willow tree.

“I’m sorry about the football, it was totally my fault,” he apologised. I could tell that the person was a guy because his voice sounded so deep.

Oh, it should feel incredible, whoa..
To know you're not alone, uh
Just look in my eyes, whoa… just look in my eyes


“It doesn’t matter,” I said back. I looked up from the ground as I was trying to hide my embarrassment. I looked into his electric-green eyes; two pools that would even stun the green pond water into having no ripples. His long, jet-black hair was blowing against the spindle leaves, but his hand was still holding mine.

“Of course it does,” he answered back, which made me smile for showing his concern. Someone shouted from the field. “I’ve got to go,” the guy proclaimed. “I’ll see you around,” and then he ran out from under the willow tree to resume his game.

I couldn’t believe that that had happened, and to me of all people. I walked out of the willow leaves in the opposite direction, smiling to myself.

I said..
Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same


As I walked back through the park, witnessing the frog jump into the waters and the ducklings playing with each other, I began to think to myself. As I walked past the detailed artwork on the bench, my feet crunching on the gravel, I realised something. And back through the rusty, iron gates, I knew that that encounter did mean something; it did matter.

When I got into my home and slumped on to my couch, I sighed and forgot about my surroundings. I stamped my feet and giggled with glee. A new beginning had begun for me, and I liked it.

It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing
Still remains, uh
Seasons, seasons change


It did matter…

***


I couldn’t stand sitting in the house any longer, even though all the windows and doors were open and fans were blowing cold breezes throughout, it was still stifling hot.

C'mon yeah seasons change
C'mon yeah seasons change
C'mon yeah seasons change


I was again sitting underneath the willow tree, making a plan for an assignment at the Ministry I had to do; something about teenage wizards smuggling in proto-type broomsticks from China, anyway… the leaves were still; there was no wind, but the shade was cooling enough.

In every direction of me, something was happening beyond the willow tree. Different smells filled the air, but most of the scenery had changed due to the change of the season, from Spring to Summer.

To the left of me through the leaves, was the bench; gleaming in its glory as kids laughed and giggled at all the rude words written upon it. There were elderly women on the more cleaner benches either having a brief relaxing moment, either from the afternoon shopping they had done; or as one had demonstrated earlier, walking her little cocker spaniel puppy.

In front of me; as I parted the willow leaves like curtains, was the pond. The frogs had spawned tadpoles and the ducklings were quacking for attention as children threw bread at them to eat. I could also see beds of different kinds of flowers; geraniums, peonies and bushes of bleeding hearts. The roses were not in bloom yet; they needed the sun for energy during the cold, harsh winter.

To the right of me was the playing field. I could see the guys playing Quidditch again, along with the guy who had awoken me from my unconsciousness two months previously. Also, upon the straight cut lawns were sunbathers and families having picnics, listening to music from off personal radios, or the gentle trickle of the waterfall, not noticing the magical game being played above them.

I closed the leaves as though they were blinds; blocking out the burning sun and all of the people in the world. As soon as I closed them, the golden snitch fluttered in for a hiding place; but it did this in a slow pace as though doing it on purpose.

Are you scared of today?
Running away
I can see through you


“Hi there,” announced the all too familiar voice. I looked up from my notebook and smiled happily at him. As surprising as it may seem, he sat down next to me and looked down at my notes. “Ministry getting on your back as usual?” He pondered.

“Something like that, yes,” I answered him, smiling thoughtfully as I wrote something down. “It’s an assignment into investigating why stupid teenage wizards are smuggling in proto-type broomsticks over from China.”

“I see,” he said then chuckled quietly. He put down his ball and sighed. “I had to see you again, but I had to wait for my mates to go,” he explained, smoothing back his hair in an unbeknown fashionable way.

Whoa…
It feels like an eternal haze
But it's only a faze


“Why’s that?” I asked in a perplexed tone. I again looked up from my notes and I noticed that he was looking at me. I blushed a deep crimson, while his cheeks had a hint of pink in them; the colour of the cherry blossom.

“I had to talk to you. Whenever I see you come through the park, my stomach does somersaults and I don’t know why. I think I like you,” he whispered this last bit to me, and then he turned away from me all shy.

It's all in your mind
Oh, when you feel invisible, uh
Just know you're not alone


I blushed a deeper red and I reached out to move his long hair out of his eyes. His hand shot up from his lap to take a hold of my hand. I was shocked at his sudden action. “I like you too. You don’t notice this but everyday during this summer, I just watch you play footy from under this willow tree,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed for saying this, but he grinned broadly.

Quiet took over us suddenly and I didn’t like its force. Under the willow tree it was dark and a slight wind was blowing in from the left of me, making my now darkish-blonde hair float in front of the guy’s face, which he breathed in my scent of shampoo; coconut, an exotic smell from the beaches abroad paradise.

“I’ve got to go,” I began as I put my notebook and pen in my bag as well as standing up straight, he following suit. “It’s getting late and I need to start as well as finish this assignment.”

“I understand, but when will I see you again?” He asked as he followed me out of the willow leaves, holding me back by putting his hands around my waist.

Just look in my eyes
Just look in my eyes
Just look in my eyes


“Soon,” I said and I gave him a goodbye kiss on the lips as the last rays of summer sunshine set behind the silhouette. “Very soon,” I added with a smile.

***

I was walking along with a mild wind blowing against my face, deepening the red that was glowing in my cheeks. It was Autumn, the season where everything in the environment moves on or changes, and I liked it. Some things stayed the same, but I liked the changes.

With me was my saviour, the guy who I have been with for nearly three months. His hands were quite cold as his fingers linked mine. I was shivering even though I was wearing my waterproof coat just in case there was a sudden downpour. He lead me to the graffiti bench where our names were etched on to the back panels.

Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same


He wrapped his arm around me as I sighed. I looked about the surrounding area, taking in all the familiar features and all the cautious changes.

The blowing wind was carrying leaves of different colours; reds, orangey yellows and browns, one of the red ones drifting on to my head. He picked it off my head, even though it had suited my seasonal colour: autumn red, but he let it fall to the floor where small piles of shrivelled and cold-stricken leaves were scattered all over the gravelled path.

My companion began to twirl my hair in between his fingers. It was annoying but I didn’t complain. In amongst all the leaves were the dying pink colours of the cherry blossom, as well as conker shells, ripped apart by squirrels for food or the children who enjoyed conker battles at school.

It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing
Still remains, uh
Seasons, seasons change


Over by the field, leaves covered every part of the grass which had not been mowed for over a month. It was probably a crispy-brown colour because of the suffocating pressure of the leaves giving the greenery no oxygen as well as blocking out all sunlight. The grass was dead, like the trees who were nearly coming to an end; there were only a few leaves left hanging on some of the branches.

“Are you looking around the park again? You’ve done it millions of times already!” He asked in a complaining tone. I simply nodded and carried on observing.

It was already getting dark and I felt a sudden chill run up my spine. Upon the darkened waters of the pond, the reeds falling into the surface causing ripples to erupt across the water where the lily pads had been abandoned by the frogs. There was some quacking but not much, and the waterfall was flowing fast from the heavy amount of rainfall that had occurred.

There were no fragrances in the air; all the flowers were wilting away. The roses were coming through and it had taken awhile, but time was speeding up, days were short and nights were long, but life was coming to an end.

“Can we go yet?” He complained once again. He got up from the bench and stretched his muscles; his body was tired from doing all the coaching of Quidditch he did with local teams across the country. I laughed quietly also getting up myself. I hugged him tightly and then we walked to the centre of the park; he had to go one way and I, another.

You can feel the air start to change
When you're walkin' out in the rain
And the colours inside your brain start fading
Till the winter is washed away


“I’ll see you later then,” I said, feeling cold without him around me, the leaves swirling around me. He nodded and smiled. His black hair and my red blew into one another, it was like coal on fire and I suddenly felt warm.

And nothing really feels the same
When sunlight's in your eyes
You feel alive


He placed his hands on my waist and I placed my arms around his shoulders, our eyes connected. We smiled and then our lips touched in an inaudible embrace. His hands combed through my hair as I opened my eyes to witness the rose buds open fully in full-bloom. The last of the cherry blossom had fallen and then we pulled apart.

What I really want..
What I really want..
What I really want..
What I really want..
I said, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah!


We said goodbye and then we walked off in opposite directions. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but my warmth had melted away as I saw a lonely hedgehog hide under leaves from the bristling, cold winds.

***


The snow was falling around me and I could see children playing all around me, having fun. The smaller kids were building snowmen with their parents or doing snow angels in the foot of snow that had layered itself upon the dead grass as a white carpet. Some older kids; teenagers to be precise, were chucking snowballs at one another.

One landed at my feet after falling through the air. I stared at it. I shivered at the coldness that surrounded me, the cold winds blowing at my freezing cheeks; my teeth chattering amongst themselves.

Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same


“I’m glad you’re here, we need to talk,” the voice said from above me. I looked up from the smashed snowball and saw him in front of me. His hair was hidden beneath a hat as well as the thick padded coat, scarf and gloves. His hands were shaking but when I noticed them, he quickly shoved them into his pockets.

“Sure. Are you OK?” I asked, my voice slightly urgent. He looked at me with worried eyes, the green so dark they almost looked black; the darkness of death. We walked along the cleared path, the gravel crunching, but he didn’t take my hand.

It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing
Still remains
Seasons, seasons change


I looked around the park, but it was hard to see through the dense fog. The wind pierced my eyes like a thousand daggers, I thought they were bleeding with the harshness of Winter, but I knew they were just watered-tears.

The flower beds were covered with a thick layer of snow, the leaves crinkled and dead. No colourful petals were in sight, apart from some black rose ones. Everything on my walk through the park was the same series of colours: blues, whites, the significance of cold, but the black roses were a sign of life coming to an end, like the year coming to an end… death was rolling in, just like the snowball that had narrowly missed me earlier.

Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same


“What would you like to talk to me about?” I pondered as I removed my now black hair from underneath my coat hood. He stopped walking and stopped me too. He placed his hands on my waist and looked into my eyes. I thought I’d just seen a frozen tear fall from his dark eyes.

It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing
Still remains
Seasons, seasons change


“We have to break up… I’m going over to an American Auror training academy for a couple of months, and I won’t be able to see you anymore. I’m sorry,” he frowned in a sad motion then turned his head away from me.

“I understand,” I replied and I placed a gloved hand on his shoulder to turn him around. “I’ll miss you,” I whispered and I kissed his cheek for our final goodbye.

Love had died eventually between us. “I’ll miss you too,” and he kissed me in a romantic gesture on my lips. “And I did… love you.” He then let go of me and walked away from me… forever.

C'mon, c'mon yeah seasons change
C'mon, c'mon yeah seasons change


He disappeared through the thickening fog; the glistening snowflakes creating a blizzard between us. “I loved you too…” I whispered through the howling wind, it sounded like ravenous wolves getting to my heart; my black hole of a heart.

I walked out of the park in the opposite direction, but I turned back around at the freezing bars of the iron gate, freshly painted black.

Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same


I could see the dead flower beds, the last black rose petal falling slowly, it standing out as it landed on the snowy earth. I could see the bare trees; no leaves were stopping them from shivering, the willow tree was just a clump of spindly branches but upon the branches of bigger trees, icicles were hanging and weeping tears of melted water, just as I cried.

It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing
Still remains
Seasons, seasons change


Everything was coming to an end; breathing was stopping from all animals as well as myself. The wind pushed me back; my life was ending. I collapsed, in a cold faint.

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Song by Anastasia and it’s called Seasons Change I really didn’t want a song in this, but I listened to this song while typing this and I so had to add it!

A/N: So, what do you guys think? Good or what? Please leave me a review and tell me if you think my English teacher was write to give me an A! By the way, Hermione and the guy weren’t used in my proper English assignment, I just used them as the characters in this story for HPFF purposes!

Dedicated to all who believe in me, especially all my friends: Anna, Michelle, Sarah, Michael, Chris & Danny! You’re all stars! And to the Library staff, who have to put up with my moaning of how I thought I wasn’t good enough, but pushed me to do well! And to my English teacher for giving me the high grade!


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