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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,305
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Survival
CHAPTER ONE – Where I am?
DISCLAIMER – The fictional characters do not belong to me. They have been borrowed in order to convey my thoughts, and will be returned shortly ;)
STORY / PLOT – Angst. What will Hermione do when her world is turned upside down? Will her friendships last? Will she survive her last year at Hogwarts?
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Hermione Granger was 18 years old. A young woman, well educated, with a good personality, but nothing to look at – that would be her advertisement if she had one. Her face was plain, holding simple brown eyes, covered in glasses, simple plain nose, plain lips, and horribly bushy untameable hair. She has lightly tanned skin that was natural and was only 5 foot 5. Her most attractive quality is her contagious smilet lit lights up her eyes and is infectious to anybody on the receiving end.
It is true that she is plain and quite ugly, especially considering her friends, all of whom have matured into beautiful specimens of the human body, all of whom have boyfriends or girlfriends, all of whom, Hermione envies. Although it is true that she had had many…relationships with various men ranging in age and good looks, Hermione was experienced in the physical aspect of “love”, but had never been in love before, or for that matter, she had never been in a mutually beneficial relationship with someone else.
As Hermione reached for the mouse to click onto the next screen while browsing the net, the scars that marked her arms viciously were only too evident. Hermione’s secret, her self-mutilation. Only a few of her friends knew, only those who had found out by accident, and it was something Hermione was thoroughly ashamed of.
Though this is not where our story begins. Our story begins when Hermione finds herself in a muggle hospital, groggy after drugs and sleep, to be told horrendous news. This is where I am taking you, into a muggle hospital; we shall begin our adventure, which will shape the life of Hermione granger for years to come…
* * * * * * *
Hermione groaned and opened a bleary eye to the putrid green invading her mind. The smell of antiseptic seeped through her nostrils, her slow realisation of where she was hitting her after a few minutes of confusion.
Her memory served no purpose in informing her why she was lying in the pristine sheets with tubes up her arms, shooting sharp pains through her hands. She was in a ward full of other people, though she had no recollection of how she arrived here. Her confusion was increased by the nurse that bundled up to her with a grievous expression upon her delicate features.
“Miss granger, Hermione, I see you have finally woken up, welcome back, one momdeardear, I’ll go and fetch the doctor, he can answer your questions”
Hermione felt relatively numb across her side and tentatively reached down to touch her hip bone. Nothing seemed out of place, except that this gesture was recognised by Hermione’s slowly functioning brain. In a flood of memories, Hermione realised her arrival at the hospital was due to her severe stomach cramp shortly before an empty void filled her mind.
“Miss granger,” A booming voice pierced her thoughts and called attention to everyone in the other beds. Inwardly cursing the man for bringing attention upon herself, she smiled slightly and nodded her head to show her awareness.
A stocky man, of probable early 50’s stepped up to her bed. Her smiled down at her, unable not to return her smile, and then looked at the clipboard.
“If you would like to get changed Hermione, there is much I need to discuss with you and your parents. Are you feeling able right now, you have only been away from us a few hours.”
She nodded, keeping her silence, and began to dress in the privacy of the curtain and with the nurses help. Dressed in simple jogging trousers, t-shirt and trainers, she stepped out of the curtain to be enveloped in arms of comfort.
“You silly bugger, you had me worried,” said the motherly voice, with concern evident. “Come on, let’s go see what the Quack says”
Hermione nodded dumbly, finding solace in her silence still, finding the confusion too much for her mind to take.
Her mum led her to a small room, where her dad was already sat and smiled at her stiffly. The relationship was full of anger between father and daughter and this stage, but was not open for discussion.
The 3 family members sat tensely on the edge of their seats, until the doctor cleared his throat, and became ready to talk.
“We have run various tests on Hermione, all of which are awaiting examination, although one test results is known to us straight away. While Hermione was unconscious, an ultra sound was performed in case of miscarriage or appendicitis.” He paused here, gathering his thoughts, the parents looking at the daughter, waiting for her denials on the miscarriage part. The silence stretched until the doctor continued.
“It seems, neither of these are the case,” a long held breath was let out by all members of the room, 3 in reassurance, one to gather his nerves. “However, it has come to our attention that Hermione has a shadow on her ovaries”
The silence was thickening, until Hermione’s Mum spoke up, “Exactly what do you mean, what shadow? Are you saying my daughter has something wrong with her ovaries?” She asked irately, rising from her seat,
“No” the doctor said simply, “We believe she has cancer-”
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A/N hey guys, this story will be kept up for a while. Not much romance, just mainly angst! Hope it changes from the normal stories, please keep reading, I promise you a story where you will laugh, cry, and hope. Hope is the key to this! Please keep reading.
DISCLAIMER – The fictional characters do not belong to me. They have been borrowed in order to convey my thoughts, and will be returned shortly ;)
STORY / PLOT – Angst. What will Hermione do when her world is turned upside down? Will her friendships last? Will she survive her last year at Hogwarts?
* * * * * * *
Hermione Granger was 18 years old. A young woman, well educated, with a good personality, but nothing to look at – that would be her advertisement if she had one. Her face was plain, holding simple brown eyes, covered in glasses, simple plain nose, plain lips, and horribly bushy untameable hair. She has lightly tanned skin that was natural and was only 5 foot 5. Her most attractive quality is her contagious smilet lit lights up her eyes and is infectious to anybody on the receiving end.
It is true that she is plain and quite ugly, especially considering her friends, all of whom have matured into beautiful specimens of the human body, all of whom have boyfriends or girlfriends, all of whom, Hermione envies. Although it is true that she had had many…relationships with various men ranging in age and good looks, Hermione was experienced in the physical aspect of “love”, but had never been in love before, or for that matter, she had never been in a mutually beneficial relationship with someone else.
As Hermione reached for the mouse to click onto the next screen while browsing the net, the scars that marked her arms viciously were only too evident. Hermione’s secret, her self-mutilation. Only a few of her friends knew, only those who had found out by accident, and it was something Hermione was thoroughly ashamed of.
Though this is not where our story begins. Our story begins when Hermione finds herself in a muggle hospital, groggy after drugs and sleep, to be told horrendous news. This is where I am taking you, into a muggle hospital; we shall begin our adventure, which will shape the life of Hermione granger for years to come…
* * * * * * *
Hermione groaned and opened a bleary eye to the putrid green invading her mind. The smell of antiseptic seeped through her nostrils, her slow realisation of where she was hitting her after a few minutes of confusion.
Her memory served no purpose in informing her why she was lying in the pristine sheets with tubes up her arms, shooting sharp pains through her hands. She was in a ward full of other people, though she had no recollection of how she arrived here. Her confusion was increased by the nurse that bundled up to her with a grievous expression upon her delicate features.
“Miss granger, Hermione, I see you have finally woken up, welcome back, one momdeardear, I’ll go and fetch the doctor, he can answer your questions”
Hermione felt relatively numb across her side and tentatively reached down to touch her hip bone. Nothing seemed out of place, except that this gesture was recognised by Hermione’s slowly functioning brain. In a flood of memories, Hermione realised her arrival at the hospital was due to her severe stomach cramp shortly before an empty void filled her mind.
“Miss granger,” A booming voice pierced her thoughts and called attention to everyone in the other beds. Inwardly cursing the man for bringing attention upon herself, she smiled slightly and nodded her head to show her awareness.
A stocky man, of probable early 50’s stepped up to her bed. Her smiled down at her, unable not to return her smile, and then looked at the clipboard.
“If you would like to get changed Hermione, there is much I need to discuss with you and your parents. Are you feeling able right now, you have only been away from us a few hours.”
She nodded, keeping her silence, and began to dress in the privacy of the curtain and with the nurses help. Dressed in simple jogging trousers, t-shirt and trainers, she stepped out of the curtain to be enveloped in arms of comfort.
“You silly bugger, you had me worried,” said the motherly voice, with concern evident. “Come on, let’s go see what the Quack says”
Hermione nodded dumbly, finding solace in her silence still, finding the confusion too much for her mind to take.
Her mum led her to a small room, where her dad was already sat and smiled at her stiffly. The relationship was full of anger between father and daughter and this stage, but was not open for discussion.
The 3 family members sat tensely on the edge of their seats, until the doctor cleared his throat, and became ready to talk.
“We have run various tests on Hermione, all of which are awaiting examination, although one test results is known to us straight away. While Hermione was unconscious, an ultra sound was performed in case of miscarriage or appendicitis.” He paused here, gathering his thoughts, the parents looking at the daughter, waiting for her denials on the miscarriage part. The silence stretched until the doctor continued.
“It seems, neither of these are the case,” a long held breath was let out by all members of the room, 3 in reassurance, one to gather his nerves. “However, it has come to our attention that Hermione has a shadow on her ovaries”
The silence was thickening, until Hermione’s Mum spoke up, “Exactly what do you mean, what shadow? Are you saying my daughter has something wrong with her ovaries?” She asked irately, rising from her seat,
“No” the doctor said simply, “We believe she has cancer-”
* * * * * * * * *
A/N hey guys, this story will be kept up for a while. Not much romance, just mainly angst! Hope it changes from the normal stories, please keep reading, I promise you a story where you will laugh, cry, and hope. Hope is the key to this! Please keep reading.