Who am I? They’re not my parents. They’re not my family. Why didn’t they
love me? I have no family. Should I
stay? How could I go? How could I not? I wish someone could tell me. Why didn’t she love me? Why did they kill her? Maybe she did love me…No. No one loves me anymore…
Things were mixed up for
Hermione. She didn’t know what to
call that woman anymore. Should she
still call her mum? Or she should
she call her Katie. And what about
the man who was once her father?
Who was he now?
One year ago her parents had told
her something that would change Hermione forever. Her parents had called her into the
sitting room. They were standing
solemn and silent. Before she even
stepped into the room, Hermione could feel it. It felt dangerous and she had wanted to
run. But she knew that whatever it
was she must face it. Now she
wished she had run. She still
wanted to. Just run as far away as
possible and leave it all behind.
But she hadn’t run. She walked calmly into the room as
though joining her parents for an afternoon tea. She slowly sat on the couch opposite
them. They waited for her to get comfortable. It didn’t matter though. She was stiff and unsure, awaiting her
fate. She thought back to all of
the rules she had ever broken. All
the bad things she had ever done.
And she prayed that she was getting in trouble for something she had
done. She did so in
vain.
Her mother spoke first, her eyes
blurring with each word she spoke.
“Hermione dear, we just want to let
you know how much we love you.
Never forget that.” And then
her father spoke.
“Hermione I…I…” he stuttered. Then
he sighed and said “I’m not quite sure how to say this…” and then mum broke
down.
But the worst part was that Hermione
hadn’t gone to her. She had merely
sat there, seemingly apathetic to the whole thing.
“Maybe we should wait…” dad said
uncertainly to mum.
“No,” she cried between sobs, “she
deserves to know.” This sentence
was ended in sudden defeat.
Hermione knew. All along she had had an inkling, and
now it was fact.
Hermione waited patiently for her
dad to begin again. He sat mum in a
chair and then proceeded to tell her all that she had been waiting
for.
“Hermione I’m just going to come out and say it. I can’t think of another way.” He began.
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