When she had attempted to do so their eyes seemed to dull, and the fake smiles that she had always dreaded appeared on their faces. It was the same as when she had tried to explain Muggle concepts to a Pureblood. They were pretending to care.
Halfway through the summer and Hermione Granger realized that she was alone. There was no one in the Muggle world she could talk to about her problems and few, if any, in the Magical world seemed to listen. McGonagall herself had grown busy with the new first years and everything else that was occurring in the school to have more than a brief conversation concerning homework. Even then the older Witch seemed almost annoyed at having to take time out of her schedule to talk about academics.
Thus the bushy-haired witch sat and cried, not only from the hateful words and attitudes but at the loneliness that surrounded her.
Why couldn't she be more like Harry Potter? She had overheard more than a few of classmates muttering this about her behind her back. It wasn't her fault that she wasn't perfect. That he was better than her in every way. That he could not only outperform her, without effort on his part it seemed, in every class but that the teachers adored him. That his entire house followed him like he was their messiah. That even those of other houses, especially the girls, could be seen sneaking glances at him whenever they thought it was safe.
He was beautiful, intelligent, powerful, charismatic, social, and wise.
Everything she had always wanted to be… and more.
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Albus sodding Dumbledore, once again the old bastard just had to stick his neck in and ruin his plans once again.
First he had moved to shut down Hogwarts after the girl had been killed decades prior, and now he had called in Aurors thus making further continuation of the plan painstakingly slow. The memory could get away with maybe one or two sneak outs, using the girl's body, before being caught.
If only it was easier to transfer control, or fully possess the girl. Perhaps it was time to give the Basilisk a more general command, to have it target students at random to take focus away from his host and buy himself more breathing room. After all the attacks were a mere bonus in comparison to the grander scheme of resurrection.
Then all would fear the name 'Voldemort' once more.
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"I don't understand what the big deal is Daph."
"Oh please, like you do not see what is going on. They follow him around like they are his servants Tracey!"
"If I remember right you were the one who told me that sort of thing did tend to happen in Slytherin. That those with power always lead."
"Yes they do, but the problem is that it usually isn't like this . I mean sure each year tends to form social groups but… Tracey the seventh years are starting to follow him around."
"I think you are overreacting." the youngest Davis child muttered, as she flopped back onto her bed. "I think he's cute."
"Of course he is cute but…" Daphne Greengrass snapped her mouth shut, her eyes widening in surprise as her face turned completely red.
"HA! I knew it! Even the 'ice queen' herself is attracted to him!"
"Tracey…"
"Are you going to try and sneak into his room like the others? Try and get a little sneak peak?"
"Tracey!"
The girl turned towards her best friend, and noticed the embarrassed anger in her eyes. "Daph… you know I was just teasing you. I didn't mean…"
"I know… I am just not used to this. It is… scary Tracey. It feels like I am being…"
"Pulled towards him? Like when he talks that no one else is in the room but you and him? Like you just want it to give him everything he could ever want?"
"Yes…"
The Half-blooded girl nodded, "I feel the same way Daph, but I don't think it is bad just a bit intense ."
"I don't like it Tracey… I don't care what the others are doing but I am staying away from him for now. I think you should too."
"Alright alright… but just for now."
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Ginny Weasley sat in an unused classroom, terrified out of her mind. She had just regained consciousness less than an hour prior after another blackout period and was trying to figure out how much time she had mysteriously lost again.
The first time was scary enough, now the poor girl was beginning to doubt her own sanity. Was something wrong with her? Was she cursed or just crazy? A sob escaped her lips despite her best attempts to hold it in. She had thought about going to her brothers but… they always seemed so busy and she had no intention on having them look at her like she was evil.
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