Hermione's Sister

Chapter Four

I walked and walked and walked until it was about midnight. I had finally reached Kings Cross- nobody had looked at me weirdly, I mean, nobody was on the streets, why would they?

Okay, perhaps there was a mass murder out there, but, hey, I can take care of myself. One of the reasons that I was expelled from Military School. And the fact that I sold smashed up smarties and stuff.

I remember Hermione once telling me that to get to the Hogwarts Express you have to run inbetween platforms nine and ten- so, that's what I did. Even though the train doesn't leave until tommorow morning at eleven, and right now it's only like, one in the morning.

I wasn't all that surprised to find the brain actually there.

The Hogwarts Express was a nice, steamy train engine red, but it wasn't all that visible due to the lack of light in the station of nine and three quarters.

I hopped on, and found a empty compartment- well, they were all empty.

You know what I meant!

Hopefully...

I placed my trunk up on the ledge above the seats, and I took lay my head down by the window, and took off my combat boots and put my feet across the seat.

I closed my eyes (after I conjured a small pillow and blanket), and I feel asleep.

****

I awoke a little bit later, and I glanced at the wristwatch on my wrist- it's nine thirty in the morning.

A man entered the compartment as I was packing away my pillow and blanket. I had already changed into my robes, and brushed my hair and stuff.

"May I sit here?" He politely asked me.

"Huh? Yea, she." I softly smiled with a quiet tone to my voice.

As he sat across from mem he introduced himself.

"I'm Remus Lupin, and I'll be the new Defense against against the dark arts professor this year."

"I'm Charolette Granger, but, please, call me Charlie. I'll be a third year this year."

"That's pretty cool. Do you mind if I go and catch up on some sleep?" He politely asked me.

I shook my head.

"It's fine." I told Remus.

But he was already asleep.

He didn't listen to me.

Nobody does.

****

All too soon, my sister and Harry and Ron had entered the compartment.

"Charlie! Where were you?" Asked Ron, curiously.

I stated, stiffly, to the twin boys, "why don't you ask your bushy haired friend? Will she tell you the truth? That she's ashamed of me?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I thought so." I smugly smirked.

"Charlie, listen, I didn't mean-"

"Whatever, Mione. It's been said, and it's over with. It's okay. I get it all the time." I shrugged it off, acting like her words didn't hurt me.

Yea, well, they did.

Every word that someone says is stuck into my mind- and I'll say...

I'm jealous of Hermione.

But I'll never tell her that to her face.

I sat down, and hugged my knees, avoiding the stares from the trio that were pointed at me.

"Not nice to stare, Redhead, Mione, and Scar Head." I grumbled.

"Don't call me Scar Head!" Harry growled at me.

"And why ever shoul I not?"

"Draco Malfoy calls him that- and he really doesn't like it, Char-" but Harry cut her off, and began to spat anger at me.

"Because you think I enjoy having this stupid scar on my head?"

"Maybe, maybe not, I'm not you. I'm just a little thirteen year old girl who doesn't know a thing about life." I rolled my eyes.

I actually know a thing or to about life.

I just need to be in the right situation.

"Listen, Charlie, you call me that again-"

"Then what? You'll call me 'Mudblood'? Oh, honey, words don't bother me. They're just a sign if jealousy and anger, nothing to be offended by."

Lies.

LIES.

"No, I'll-"

"Oh! I know what you'll do! You will-"

"I will kill you slowly in your sleep." He growled at me.

I rolled my eyes and smirked.

"Listen, Potter, I can be a very, very scary person. Sleeping with one eye open? Hell, no- you need to sleep with both eyes open. If you know what's best for you and your health."

I smirked.

"What, no comeback?" I smugly stated.

"I thought so." I then stated, as I walked out of the compartment, and onto the caboose.

I looked outside; I was leaning against the railing, watching the storm cloud twist and turn- the air became very, very cold- freezing.

All the happiness I had was sucked out of me.

I have very little happiness.

And I had it sucked out of me.

God.

Why is life so unfair?

****

........Mystery Person's Point of View.........

I watched her hips sway out of the compartment they were in; she looked like she wa trying to blink back tears- she was successful.

I knew that I probably never had chance with Hermione Granger's sister.

But maybe I did- maybe I do.

"Are you paying attention, G?" Lee Jordan asked me.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yea, I am..."

Actually, no.

I wasn't.

I, G. G. W. wasn't paying attention.

Not at all.