Chapter 3: Back at the Granger's place

Hermione tried to put some make-up and jewelry on to try and make herself look pretty. It didn't work. Her mascara was all over her eyes, her eye shadow was smudged everywhere but on right place, her lip stick made her mouth look too big for anybody's liking, her foundation made her look as pale as a ghost, and her jewelry made her look like some sort of a hooker.

I was not made for these things! I thought make-up and jewelry would make me look pretty, it just made me look worse!

Whatever she tried to do it didn't work. She tried to get make-up tips from anyone and everyone she knew. She did exactly what they had told her to do; yet it didn't work for her. Maybe I should write to Rosie, she would be able to give me some tips.

Rosalyn Granger is a 22-year-old girl, with brilliant straight blond hair. She was always the prettiest out of the both of them, even when they were younger. She always had the better looks, like, straight hair, straight teeth, never needed braces; she also had the tall genes. She was very petite, which came naturally, she never had to exercise or eat less to be that way. To say the very least, she was an inch away to being perfect in every way. Only two things were in Hermione's favor; was that she was a witch, and she had the brains.

She decided to write to Rosie. What has she got to loose?

Rosie,

Sorry I haven't written in a while, but I have a favor to ask. I wanted to know if you could give me some tips, like make-up tips. I went out yesterday and bought some make-up. But when I put it on, it didn't come out right. I have no idea what went wrong. In fact, I still have no idea how to even out it on the right way. I'm not even sure if I put the right stuff on, on the right places, for all I know, I could have put the lipstick on my eyes. Please write back soon.

Love,

Hermione

Hermione sent this note by muggle post, as her sister was a muggle, with no means of magical transportations at all. Hopefully she could write back fast enough before school started.

A week later Rosalyn wrote back. Hermione was not thrilled at all by her letter. Now, what did she say a week ago? 'What has she got to loose?' Read what dear old sister wrote back and you'll find out what she has to loose. Probably a sister.

Hermione,

It was nice of you to write to me after so long, but it angered me because the only reason you wrote me was to look good for a little boy. You think you need a boyfriend? Ha, that big head of yours couldn't get a guy even if I taught you all the beauty tips I knew. Your magical, can't you cast a spell to make yourself look like Emmy Rossem? (The girl that plays Christine Daae in Phantom of the Opera) For all I know, you probably did put your lipstick on your eyes where your eyeliner was supposed to go. And I thought you were the brains of the house. I guess I thought wrong! Better luck next time little sis.

Rosalyn

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THAT LITTLE BITCH! HOW DARE SHE! I HATE HER FRIGGIN GUTS! I treated her as a goddess when she lived here at our house, now that she's moved out she wants to act like she rules the world! See if I help her out of any more tight spots EVER AGAIN! Hermione basically lost all and any respect she had for her sister. Not to mention love and sisterhood.

It was true. Hermione did help Rosalyn out of a lot of tight spots. Two times when she got pregnant. Three times when she attempted to run away with 'a guy she loved'. Two times when she was suspended from her school, Hermione managed to squeeze her out of trouble, by using her brains. Hermione always admired her older sister, but ever since she's moved out, she's been acting very strangely.

Rosalyn,

Thanks to your tips. It helped a lot. You stupid little BITCH! I hate you! I helped you out of so many tight spots; yet when I have one you can't help me at all. Not even this ONE time. That's all I ask, is one time. But you can't do that because you are a spoiled evil little whore who sleeps around so many times, even you've probably lost count. Here at 22 you probably have at least 50 kids. You little hoe! I can't stand you. I trusted you, not only as a role model, but also as a sister. I thought you said you'd always be there for me. Turns out your too busy fucking 100 guys at the same time to even notice me, your own flesh and blood. But what ever I don't care, I hate you. I wish you'd stay out of my life, not like you were ever in it to begin with. You sit there and curse at me because I haven't written to you, yet you have paper and pencil to write with all along. YOU could have written, but did ya? NO! Think about that before you ever speak to me again. The next time you ever speak to me, the first thing you say better be 'I'm sorry!'

Hope you live a cursed life, Mia

WOW! That felt so much better!

Hermione's never felt like that in over a while. But she still couldn't believe that her sister would say such a thing. It felt horrible. Her own flesh and blood wouldn't give her any advice. I guess it was just NEVER meant to be…(about the makeup)

Hermione felt so bad about his whole situation, she didn't talk to anybody that whole week, with the exception of her parents. If she didn't talk to them, they'd figure something was wrong, so they'd find a way to pry it out of her. So she had to act all bloody cheery around them, but not to suspiciously.

A week later, another letter came from her sister.

Hermione,

How could you write something like that! I have no idea what you are talking about! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A BITCH! What tips are you talking about? You know I would help you out of anything! What did you do this time? I DO NOT sleep around! I am no hoe! I am flattered to know that you think I am your role model… so why the hell are you talking about me like this? I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE ON! IF YOU'RE NOT ON ANYTHING, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Hermione, you're my little sister, I love you to death, what are you talking about! Seriously! You know I'd help you out of ANYTHING! You know that!

Rosie

NOW Hermione was REALLY confused! What the hell? Just last week she hated my guts and now she loves me? … I guess I'll send her another letter and the original letter with it.

Rosie,

This is the letter you sent me. I'm wondering if YOU were on something!

Hermione

Hermione began to think: if Rosalyn wasn't on anything, then her letter could have been intercepted… but who would do that? Who would want my sister and I to fight? But if it was intercepted… why wasn't this last letter intercepted? May be it was an accident, and didn't know she was going to get my return letter, or she forgot about it and didn't intercept it… but WHO would have done it? It doesn't make any sense.

While pondering on this thought her mother knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"It's mom, can I come in?"

"Sure."

"Hermione, dear, why are you being dreadfully rude to Jessica? She really wants to be your friend. That's all she wants. She's new to this place. Think about it, if you were new to this place, and nobody wanted to talk to you, or listen to you, how would you feel?"

"Mum, please, this isn't the time and place, I need some room to think if you don't mind."

"Of course I mind! I'm trying to tell you that Jessica needs friends, and you try to push me out!"

"Mum, I didn't want to do this, but… DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I NEED TIME TO THINK! COULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE RIGHT NOW! JESSICA CAN WAIT! SHE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR FIFTEEN YEARS! AN EXTRA HOUR WON'T HURT!"

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT? I AM YOUR MOTHER! YOU ARE GOING OVER TO JESSICA'S HOUSE NOW!"

"Uh! I can't stand this! Mum, I just got into a fight with Rosalyn, I NEED TIME TO THINK!"

"I don't care if you got into a fight with yourself! Go to Jessica's house NOW!"

"FINE! If I do will you LEAVE ME BE?"

"No, when you get back, you are having a talk with me and your father!"

"What ever! Why won't you listen to me? Your such a prat!" she yelled as she huffed down the stairs and slammed the door shut. She then walked over to Jessica's house. She knocked on the door.

"Hermione! How good to see you! What made you come back?"

"Listen I'm not here to chat okay? Can you call my mom and tell her that I'm going to stay the night? Thanks, I have to go."

Hermione left Jessica's house and decided to go to Diagon Alley, no matter how long it took. But she needed to make a pit stop first. Her house. She was going to get some of the items that she needed. She needed to somehow get the items from her house, go to Diagon Alley, wait for another month to pass, then go to Hogwarts, without getting caught by her parents. This was going to take a long time to try and figure out exactly how she was going to this!

She decided to just christmas tree it. Meaning she was just going to wing it. So, basically, what ever happens, happens.

She would go home in the middle of the night, get all of her personal stuff, plus all of her Hogwarts stuff, then go to Diagon Alley, then go to Hogwarts.

She waited at the corner of her street contemplating on how she was going to do this. She finally decided that, when it got dark enough, and when she knew her parents were dead asleep, she would sneak in (with her house key) gather all her belongings, very quietly, and take them out side. From then on, she was going to wing it.

Finally it was about 11:00 p.m. she snuck into her house, gathered all of her belongings, and left the house. OMG! I didn't know how heavy all of this shit was! How the hell am I supposed to make it thru a whole month by carrying all of this! I had to make two 'voyages' from my house to the corner of the street! Well, I'll just walk and see where my feet lead me!

Hermione walked around the corner with her belongings dragging behind her. If only I was of age, then I could lighten this load! She had her school trunk, filled to the top with tons and tons of books, and her Hogwarts stuff, like her robes. She also had a book bag on her shoulders with her personal hygiene in it, like toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, and soap etc etc. she also had another book bag with her. That book bag contained other essential things, like money, both wizard and muggle kind, a map, her wand, and books that didn't fit into her trunk.

While Hermione was walking, she had an odd feeling that somebody was watching her. Then that feeling turned into someone following her. She stopped and acted like she was tying her shoe, reached into her book bag, took out her wand and slipped it into her pocket. She also took out her money, just in case this person wanted to mug her. She also slipped that into her pocket. She stood up and attempted to keep on walking when the person standing behind her pointed something cold on her back. I don't know much about weapons, but I think that's a gun, how do I get away?

"There, there, don't panic, just tell me your name." Said a menacing voice.

"M…my name is… is H- what? Was she crazy? Why the hell would she tell this guy her name? I'll just make one up then! My name is Abigayle LaFurnio. What do you want from me?"

"How much cash do you have?"

Hermione turned around and faced him.

"Are you serious? Can't you see I'm only 16? You actually want to mug me? Come on that's pretty pathetic! You are the biggest-" Hermione never got to finish that sentence, the guy was on the floor. Hermione started to laugh. He must have been drunk! Look at him, lying on the floor there. What a retard! She took his gun from him and dug a hole in the ground, and buried it. But before she buried it, she took out it's shells and buried them separately. She then turned around and faced him once more. She was about to turn around and leave, but something shiny caught her eye. When she looked at it more closely, she realized it was blood. Where in the world did that come from? She asked her self. When she investigated, she found that a knife was protruding out of the man's side. She deduced that he had it in (his pocket) or on his side (belt) and when he fell over, it stabbed him. She took the knife out and buried that also, she didn't want the creep to hurt anyone with them. What was she to do? She couldn't just well leave him there to die. She went over to a neighbor's house and pounded on the door. An old irritated neighbor opened the door. This man looked like he was in his 70's, at least.

"What do you want? Do you KNOW what time it is? Get out of here or I will call the police!"

"No, you don't understand! There is a man lying out in the middle of the road dying! Please call the ambulance!"

"That's his own fault, should have led a good life, let him die!"

"I'm not about to let anybody die, PLEASE call an ambulance!"

"Leave me alone! I need my sleep!"

He was about to close the door when Hermione shoved her way inside. She made her way to the telephone to make her call even before the man reached her. Good thing he's like old… or else he would have caught me and pushed me out…

"Thank you!" she said sarcastically and left.

She left his house and walked to her trunk and book bags. She picked them up and started to walk. She walked for at least six hours before she stopped to rest. While she was sleeping, she had a strange dream. A little girl, about the age of seven or eight, was prancing around her screaming 'Wake up! Wake up!' and prodding her with a stick. When she woke, there was a small girl of seven or eight in her face saying wake up wake up, but was prodding her with her finger.

"Who are you? What are you doing on my driveway?" asked the little girl.

"My name is Abigayle LaFurnio." She said using her alias from the night before. "I'm on your driveway because I fell asleep."

"Why were you sleeping on my driveway? Are you homeless?"

"I got lost, and I was tired, so I fell asleep here. And no I'm not homeless!" she snapped.

"Then why do you have all of your stuff with you?"

"I was going to my aunts house and I got lost! Stop asking me questions! I have to go now!"

"WAIT! Don't go! Do you want some breakfast?"

"Uh, sure, that's awfully nice of you!"

"Oh, that's okay, I'm pretty sure the house elves won't mind making an extra-" she looked at Hermione and started to cry. "I wasn't supposed to tell anybody that…"

"What is your name?" Hermione was actually really pleased to know that she had house elves. That obviously meant she was from a wizarding family.

"Papyrus Parkinson." She said, now sniffling a little. "Please don't tell anyone I told you we had house elves, we aren't supposed to tell muggles that!"

"Oh, that's okay Papyrus, I'm a witch too!" she said showing her, her wand. "Say, do you have a sister named Pansy?"

"And what if she does? What's it to you? Who are you? Why are you talking to my sister? Get away from her you filthy muggle!" Hermione turned around. It sure was Pansy, her and her pugged face. I'm surprised her sister doesn't look like that! And she sort of sniggered.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Pansy! She's a witch too! She is! I saw her wand!"

"You are? Who are you? You look really familiar!"

Hmmmm… what's going to happen? Will Hermione tell her who she is, or will she run away? Will Hermione stay? And why does pansy's sister look nothing like her?

I don't really like this chapter! This chapter kinds of sucks… I really didn't like the part that Hermione wasn't really herself and that she was very OOC, but… whatever! Hope you liked it more than me!

TomFeltonzBride