( first 2-3 chapters aren't that good )
new girl arrives mysteriously at Hogwarts. While there she becomes part of the golden trio and falls in love...but with who? Then somehow while i was writing i turned the plot around and made Hermione fall in...
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( Be aware, some of these quotes are from the Harry Potter Books. )
The Child Under the Stairs
In a neighborhood full of bright and loving people, there is one road leading to a dead end, no one seems to even look at, only the rebellious teens seem to ever step foot there. "Hallow Road" they call it. Hallow; noun. a hole or depression in something. And sure enough, this road sure does live up to its name. Full of "different" people as "others" like to describe them. Though there's only one house that not even the "different" people seem to associate with. An old 2 story house, wrapped in crawling green vines and weeds up into the throat of the broken brick chimney. Windows wrapped in newspaper, broken wood on the porch, and a mailbox full of unopened mail. No one knows what goes on in that house, no one even wants to know. No one has even been able to even identify the people leaving or arriving. Inside the house there seems to be a woman, man, and a child. A special child. Swallowed in dust, the smell of cigars, and beer. A woman shouts "F*CK YOU!" as a man lying on a recliner lights a cigar, carelessly between his chapped lips. The child peeks their head out from the corner behind the wall, being sure to stay hidden, biting her nails in fear. The child turns away, scanning the other room, surrounded by a million pantry's, but there is only one that seems to stick out from the rest. A pantry hidden under the staircase. Filled with books, action figures, one pillow, and a thin blanket, like someone's been hiding there, living there. The child sags their head downward, tiptoeing towards the odd pantry. They sit there, right in the center. Eyes closed, and their chin in the palm of their hand. The child's blanket is not soggy with tears from the shouting, but dry from the numbness feeding inside them. Then the child slowly opens their eyes and picks up a single book. "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets". A few minutes go by and by the time the child reads a sentence from page 46, "Of course, it was only in the Wizarding world that he had money; you couldn't use Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts in Muggle shops." the child's arms fall slowly with the book unclenching between all ten fingers, until resting on top of the child's breathing chest. They are finally asleep.
