Chapter 1 : When It Rains
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Chapter 1: When It Rains
AN: Hey guys! :) You might remember me from when I started writing ‘The Nerve of Him’. Well, after that I got a little busy and threw the story away. I’m now a year older & have experienced a LOT of things, and I was re-reading my story and thinking, “What was I thinking?” LOL. Yeah. It was pretty bad. I’m hoping this will make-up for it. My friend Amy is going to beta my story for me, so let’s see how it turns out, yeah? Happy reading!
P.S: I am completely and totally ignoring the sixth book. So, Dumbledore is NOT dead, Lucius is, however as well as Snape. :) I feel bad for the kids who do not read this because now they’re going to get confused throughout the story… Poor things.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters except the ones I make up on my own and incorporate into the story. J.K Rowling owns everything otherwise.
The rain poured in a melancholy way. The winding street of Park Rose Avenue was completely deserted with the exception of a passing car here and there. The black clouds loomed over number 54, the rain hitting the window pane with a force that surprised the small, petite girl - or should I say woman - sitting by the window. A small squeak emitted from her mouth as she curled herself into an even smaller ball, her red polyester sleeved arms wrapping themselves around her milky white knees. Her light, honey brown colored eyes stared out the window, welcoming the gloomy feel of the rain.
“Hermione… Are you okay?”
It was a soft voice. The woman walked forward towards her daughter, a kitchen towel with small red apples stitched onto it placed on her shoulder, and sat down next to her. Her mother curved an arm around her daughters slouched shoulders, placing her free hand gently on her daughters arm and slowly rubbing it soothingly.
“Yes, Mum.” Hermione answered meekly.
Her mother frowned, looking down at her daughter. “You seem a bit off, sweetie. I know you’re going through a lot of changes right now, but y-”
Hermione cut her off, looking at her mother through the corner of her eye. “Mum, I’m fine. Really. You don’t need to give me the, ‘Your body is going through a lot of changes right now’ speech.”
“I know, but you’re always so depressed lately… I’m scared for you.” She gave a small sigh, resting her head against Hermione’s own.
Hermione bit her bottom lip gently, staring down at the floor, speaking softly, “There’s nothing to be scared of, Mum. I’m fine.“ She felt her mother was still unconvinced, so she added a small, “Honestly.”
“Alright, ‘Mione…but, you do know that if you ever need to talk.. I‘m here for you, right?.” her mother waited for a few moments before she heard a small, “Yes,” come from her daughter.
“Good,” she patted her daughter on the back. “Is there anything you need for school?”
Hermione nodded, “I need to buy a new uniform, books and some clothes if that’s all right?”
“Oh, of course. You’ll need new clothes to fit your new-” she started.
“Mother…” she said sternly.
“Right, sorry.” Her mother nodded, brushing her skirt off and standing up. “I’ll leave some money on the kitchen counter before your father and I leave for work tomorrow. Be careful when you’re out there, we don’t want you getting stupidfy or whatever you kids do.”
Hermione nodded with a small smile on her face at her mother‘s mispronunciation, mumbling a small thank you. Her mother nodded, waving it off and stalked off into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Hermione didn’t turn back around towards the window, instead she just sat there, staring at the living room. The room was a fairly large area with beige and white colored walls, a black electric fireplace and brown leather sofas, couches and loveseats. Golden frames held every painting hung on the walls, and the most exquisite plants were placed around the room to balance all the furniture out. A gorgeous glass coffee table sat in the middle of all the couches and sofas, a golden vase upon it that held a long, exotic plant with raspberry colored petals; adding color to the boring room. A black plasma television sat right atop of the fireplace.
Overall, Hermione loved this room; not because of the décor but because of the large, beautiful windows behind her favorite couch. She’d always come down to the living room and sit, staring out of the window, a pen and notebook in her lap. She’d use the scenery as her inspiration for her poetry, but ever since the word of the Dark Lord got out, she hasn’t done it since.
During this particular summer, however, Hermione had gone through a lot of body changes; including her sudden curves, her 34A chest sprouting into a 36B and her frizzy, bushy hair taming into long, smooth, loose curls down to mid-waist. Hermione hadn’t really loved the sudden changes; to her, she was still the same ugly duckling. She still wore the same clothes - which usually consisted of sweatpants and polyester sweaters and kept her face clean of all cosmetic products. She knew she had potential to be beautiful, but she had not the slightest clue about cosmetics and fashion, so she didn’t bother. The thought of her even trying to fix herself up scared the living daylights out of her.
She sat there for a few minutes in silence, thinking until she came to a conclusion. Maybe Amy could help me, she thought, she is after all from Beauxbatons, so she knows that crap, right?
Amelia, Amy for short, Le’Ville was a seventeen year old Beauxbaton student who lived a few houses down from Hermione. The two had known each other since they were little kids, around the ages of four and five. Both had immediately taken a liking to the other when they first met.
Hermione was a giggly little kid - quite unlike what she has turned out to be - full of excitement and a yearning for knowledge. She had always had questions for parents; whether it’d be about life or simply why the grass is green or the sky is blue, Hermione’s mouth was always running at full speed. Amelia, on the other hand, was a small, elegant little girl. Her hair was always in tip-top condition and her clothing choices - also known as her mothers - were very… well, let’s say French-like.
The two girls were about as different as could be, but when Hermione decided to talk to Amelia one day, everything changed - well, not really, but let’s just go with it, shall we? Both had never talked to one another, but found that when they first did, they had an automatic click. The two had stayed friends up to the age of 11 when Hermione left for Hogwarts and Amelia left for Beauxbatons, (which they had told each other one night, ignoring the dangers of the matter.)
They usually met up every summer to do something together, but this summer they hadn’t which gave Hermione the idea that this could be their ‘something together’ for this summer.
Hermione rang Amelia up and made plans.
AN: Bleh, sucky ending, I know. : Sorry, guyss. I’ve been stumped for like 437583793 minutes on this. So, I decided to make the ending short and sucky so I can make the next chapter start off better. But, here is the first chapterr. I hope you liked it - please remember I can’t write that good! :) Tell me what you thought, etc, etc please and look for the next chapter which should be up in about 2 weeks? LOL. I’m in school now, and things are hectic so I’m not sure how long it’ll take for the next chapter - but it should be soon. I have a 3-day weekend [10/5-10/8], so I should be able to whip something up!