Hermione Granger Through The Years Novels & Stories

She yell then head for the exit door. She twist the door knob but turn. "I'll rescue you from this mess little one" she smile cheerfully. All rage gone. Such mood swings she's got. Angry a minute, cheerful the other. It's pretty wierd. But anyways, I've finally gotten a friend. One who attains extra miles for my safety. Hermione since age twelve is my first friend and I'll certainly cherish her. **** Rowan's POV. I return to the location I abandoned the guards and brother Ron's rescurer.

The most bizarre times were when she binge-ate chocolate eggs, only to regret it. I witnessed the fear, pain, and despair when she found out that her mom had Cancer. They used to snuggle on the sofa and fall asleep together because Jen was too weak to make it upstairs. I remember the time she discovered that wizards didn’t exist. She found the Email for the fake Hogwarts letter her mom had purchased online. I had visions of her lying on the ground between platforms nine and ten at Kings Cross Station with a fractured skull and concussion. I witnessed her princess mania, and when she refused to eat nothing but spaghetti. I recall her questionable fashion sense and her obsession with boy bands

Allison went inside and in a few minutes she came out, a vicious smile hidden beneath her nose mask. The next morning, breaking news hit Coral city. Chloe Granger, 27 years old heiress of the Granger family, died overnight after an unfortunate incident of a drug overdose.

She reaches out, and holds my arm, “You’ve been crying a lot. Look at you Hermione.” A broken laugh escapes me. “What do you expect? Two years locked away… and now this waiting for me as soon as I get home? I’m… I’m shattered, Zara.” I breathe out, not even finding the strength to talk. Her grip tightens. “No. You’re hurting, yes. But you’re not shattered. You’re still you. You’re still Hermione.” “The smart girl that can program dead bodies to function, but can't fry eggs without turning them black.”

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

They were handling their relationship maturely – that even a small spark of doubt won't even affect them. "So… what did I miss?" Jeremy asked and sipped on Hera's glass. "We were talking about how she improved after being nominated as the class muse." Ginny said and ate some fries. "Oh yeah, that is very much true. I was amazed how much you changed and how Hera handled you wonderfully." His smile diminished. "Although we cannot emit the fact that you've been awfully bullied by Mitchell." I sighed. "Glad that you were all there whenever they do something bad to me."

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

At 5 foot 10, she doesn’t need any more height, but she still wears 5-inch heels to accentuate her lean body, which what I wouldn’t give to add a few inches to my 5’5 inch height. She may be a high-maintenance and a mommy and daddy’s spoiled little girl, but looks can be deceiving. At 17 years old, Hazel is one of the most loved, soon-to-be high-ranking she-wolves in our pack. She is the Valedictorian of her senior class this year and was voted the most likely to succeed she-wolf in school. She is on the debate team, editor of the school newspaper, and even on the student council. She is the picture-perfect Gamma’s daughter. Her sweet and caring personality is like a magnet for everyone she