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Chapter 6 : Chapter Six
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I sat in the front seat of Hermione’s car, playing with a long strand of hair that had managed to get loose from my ponytail. I was playing with it for two reasons; I felt nervous, and it was the only thing that stopped me from jumping out of the car Bond style as fast as I could and running back to Hermione’s apartment.
I didn’t know why I felt this way, but every shred of instinct in my body was telling me not to go to this party. I didn’t understand it; the only friend of Hermione’s I had met was Ron, and even though I had only been around him for a couple minutes, I liked him. He seemed like a nice enough guy who cared a lot about Hermione.
“Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go,” my mind seemed to be telling me. I told it forcefully to “SHUT UP!”
“We’re here,” Hermione said at last, pulling into a driveway. I wasn’t really paying much attention, but I could tell the house was really nice. It was a two-story house with white paint and blue shutters. The garden looked as if someone had spent a lot of time on it, with the grass that wasn’t too tall, and was filled with flowers, like daisies, roses, tulips, daffodils, and lilies. Lots and lots of lilies. It made me feel safe, and I had a warm and bubbly feeling inside. My fears were momentarily forgotten.
One thing that caught my attention was that even though the house was full of people (I could hear many voices trying to talk over the music), Hermione’s car was the only one in the street. That puzzled me. Shouldn’t the curb be filled with so many cars that it would be hard to find parking? Shouldn’t it be impossible to park in the driveway?
“Come on, Kendra. Why aren’t you getting out?” Hermione asked, snapping me back into the present.
“Coming,” I replied, blushing a little. I hated it when I’m caught spacing out. It makes me feel as if other people think I’m vulnerable.
I open the car door and as I step out, I smooth my jean skirt, even though there aren’t any wrinkles.
Hermione locked the car, and we walked towards the door. Once inside, a whole bunch of people came to greet her. After they gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, everyone gave her an inquisitive look, silently asking about me. Hermione sighed warily.
“Everyone, this is Kendra,” she said, gesturing in my general direction as I shyly wave at everyone around. “She has amnesia, and is staying with me until she gets her memory back. Kendra, this is Neville, his wife Luna, and their child Melissa. Over here is Seamus, Dean, Ginny, Fred, George, and Oliver.” Hermione indicated each one as she said their name. They all said hello, and I shyly murmured hello back.
“It certainly took you long enough to get here,” a voice said teasingly from the top of the stairs. Suddenly the air around me grew thick, and I was having a hard time breathing. I saw Hermione open her mouth to say something back, but before I could hear what she was telling him, the world around me changed.
“Hurry up, Lily!” Carolyn shouts excitedly. We’re at King’s Cross, in front of the barrier between platforms nine and ten, getting ready to board the Hogwarts Express. I look at Mum, starting to feel the bittersweet-ness of going to Hogwarts. While I would be doing something different, in a place where I could make a new start, make new friends, I didn’t want to leave Mum. She is what keeps me going in this world. How will I survive without seeing her encouraging smile every day? Her “I love you, Pumpkin”?
Mum’s eyes look misty as she gives me a huge hug and a sloppy kiss. I know she’s sad, because usually when she kisses me, she says “a kiss for every freckle”, which I have a lot of. “Promise you’ll write to me as soon as you get there.” My throat has a huge lump, and I don’t trust my voice enough when this happens to speak, so I just nod. With one last tight squeeze she lets me go. A couple tears roll silently down my cheek. I wipe them away with my sleeve. It’s a good thing that I, unlike Petunia, don’t use mascara or any other type of makeup, or I would be even more of a mess now.
“Come on!” Carolyn says impatiently, tugging at the sleeve of my light jacket. Carolyn isn’t that close to her parents, so she doesn’t understand the pain I’m going through. I wish she did, so I could have someone to confide in that would understand exactly how I felt.
With one last wave to Mum and a quick peek behind my shoulders to make sure no one was looking, I run through the barrier. All I hear is a WHOOSH sound, and I am through. A second later Carolyn is next to me. “Congratulations. You are now officially a student at Hogwarts,” she whispers, her warm breath tickling my ear. I grin, unsure if I am happy or sad about this.
And as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. I could hear the muffled voices of the people around me. The muffled voices from people in the real world. Yes, the real world. The world I was just pulled into for the second time is not real. I’m not Lily, and never had been.
“I don’t know. One moment she was fine, and the next she was on the ground, looking like she was having a seizure.”
“Should we move her?”
“We can’t just leave her here. We should get help!”
“Is she dead?”
“Look! She’s starting to move! I think she’s waking up!” At this I slowly sit up, groaning as I open my eyes. Everyone is leaning over me, and the closeness of everyone was making me feel dizzy. I close my eyes again for a moment until the dizziness is gone.
“Are you okay?” a man asks hesitantly. I think his name’s Neville. Hermione’s introductions seem very far away, as though it had happened hours, or even days, ago, instead of minutes.
“Yeah,” I mumble, feeling embarrassed at all the attention. “What happened?” I wanted to hear their point of view - someone from the outside of my amnesiac brain.
This time it was Hermione who spoke. She had slipped through the spaces of the small group, and was now crouching beside me, a concerned look on her face. I felt guilty for worrying her and ruining her evening, even if I couldn’t exactly help it.
“Well, I’m not really sure. All the sudden you were on the ground, moving like you were having a seizure and mumbling incoherently. And then all the sudden you were still.” Hermione holds out a hand, and helps me up onto my wobbly feet. People get even closer, preparing to catch me if I were to fall again. Though annoying, their concern for a stranger that they had just met was touching. If everyone was like that, the world would be a much better place.
“You should drink something, Kendra, and then we’ll leave. Sit on the couch while I get a glass of water, okay?” Hermione says, starting to walk away.
“I’ll help you. I need to talk to you anyway.” A man who I assume to be Harry says, going after her. I don’t sit on the couch, but I lean against the wall and close my eyes, replaying what I had seen in my mind. A couple minutes later Hermione gets back, and when she hands me my glass of water I can tell she’s hurt. She’s trying to hide it, but I can tell that whatever Harry told her hurt Hermione deeply. I can see it in her eyes.
Suddenly I realize how dry my throat feels, so I gulp the water down in one gulp.
“Ready?” Hermione asks through clenched teeth. I nod, and off we go. Once in the car, Hermione gives a frustrated scream, startling me into a wide-eyed scramble towards the door. She doesn’t notice, and grits her teeth as she backs out of the drive.
“Harry wanted my opinion on an engagement ring! He’s planning to propose to her tonight over dinner. Can you imagine? Harry, married? And to Ginny, no less! I love Ginny with all my heart, but Harry deserves someone… who knows him better! Ginny hardly does, she doesn’t even see beyond the scar!”
After this surprising rant, Hermione calmly pulls to the side of the road just out of sight of the house and bursts into soul wrenching sobs. I put my arms around her, my heart breaking along with hers. There is no doubt in my mind that Harry is the one she truly loves, but Harry loves another, so Hermione reluctantly agreed to be with one who loved her. And in between sobs, Hermione asks, “Why can’t things end happily ever after like in the stories? Why can’t life be easy?”
A/N- This was originally two chapters, but I combined it to make it longer. Hope you enjoyed, and please review! Also, any suggestions are very welcome.
EDIT- I was asked about this chapter, and since I had a feeling that it would be asked again, I'm going to answer it here:
I like this story, I really do, but you lost me at the Harry/Hermione thing. Is this AU in other ways too? Because Ginny can most definitely see beyond the scar.
Author's Response: I'm glad you like it. No, it isn't AU. It's just that you know how when you really like someone, and someone you like is going out with them, so to make yourself feel better you picture them as not being right for each other? That's what Hermione is doing. She knows that Harry will probably never go out with her, so Hermione is trying to make herself feel better.
I hope you continue reading anyway, because H/hr isn't a big thing in this story, and I'm not even sure if it's going to end up that way. It might, but it might not. I haven't decided yet.
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