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Face Down by kttykiwi

Format: Novella
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,511
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: General, Angst, AU
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Sirius
Pairings: Harry/Hermione

First Published: 12/10/2006
Last Chapter: 12/19/2006
Last Updated: 12/19/2006

What if Harry and Ron never went to save Hermione from the Troll, and instead continued to make fun of her? What would her life be like then?
AU Plot from Memory Hermione Centric

Chapter 1: The Troll and the Bookworm
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Face Down

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything associated with it, J.K. Rowling does.

 AU  Harry Potter. Written completely from memory.

Summary: What if Harry and Ron never saved Hermione from the Troll in first year? Never became her friend and instead continued to make fun of her? What would happen then?

Year 1-- The Troll and the Bookworm

"Hey Girl you know you drive me crazy
One look puts the rhythm in my hand
Still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's going down"
    --Red Jumpsuit Apparatus


What had she ever done to those horrible boys? She was just trying to help him get the spell right! Not that it mattered too much anyways, in the end they would use her for her smarts and then discard her afterwards, just like always.

‘How can people be so petty? Just because I study to do well on tests, they all think I’m a stuck up know-it-all. It’s not as if I don’t WANT to make friends and play instead, but every time I try, all they do is make fun of me anyways.’

Sighing gently and wiping her eyes free of the tears gathered there Hermione Granger, a first year student at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, leaned further against the cold wall of the bathroom stall she had hidden in all day.

‘Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better, and someone will finally realize I’m not that bad and maybe then I’ll have a friend.’ a snort of disbelief escaped her at the thought, even as a faint sound from the hall caught her ears.

‘Great, now everyone will know that I’m a big crybaby.’ Sighing again, she waited for the other person to leave, but as time passed and a foul smell began to permeate the air, Hermione wondered if perhaps something bad may be happening.

‘Ok, don’t panic. Just lean down a bit and look out under the door. Whoever’s out there can’t be too bad, this is the girl’s loo after all.’ Quietly getting down to the floor so that she could get a good glimpse, the young Gryffindor had to stifle a squeak as she spotted a very large and very ugly creature blocking the exit.

‘Oh my god! Is that a troll? What’s it doing in here? Please don’t let it see me!’ As that last thought processed she quickly curled up next to the wall furthest from the brute hoping that the teacher’s would come quickly and take care of it. ‘Just please don’t let it see me.’

A loud grunt and the sound of splintering wood and cracking tiles made her whimper loudly, a small scream escaping in her fear. Though Troll’s may be stupid, they can still hear fairly well, and that scream- short as it was- was all it took for it to realize that someone was there.

Later, as she sat mending in the Hospital wing, Hermione would wonder how it was she had managed to survive being beaten about by a Fully grown Mountain Troll, especially when the last thing she had seen was its club raised to squash her like a bug. At that point she had been horribly beaten and barely able to move from the intense pain she felt, the Troll having tossed her about like a rag doll for several minutes already.

It had taken a week for her to wake up after that, and it would be another before she was well enough to leave. Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, had refused to answer her questions about the Troll and her injuries at first, saying that she needed to rest. It wasn’t until the night before she was to be released that she was answered at all.

“Dear child, If the teacher’s hadn’t of entered when they did, well, you would not be here now.” That answer left her depressed for the next several days.

The first class she had after returning, was unfortunately one of the worst for her. Double Potions with the Slytherins. Apparently nearly being killed by a Troll you didn’t know was there was reason enough to be ridiculed for a solid two hours in the eyes of her Potion’s Professor. The one and only time she said anything back he gave her two weeks of detention and took 150 points from Gryffindor, “ for your incompetence and cheek!”

That class she had single handedly managed to put Gryffindor into the negative, Snape taking points from her for everything. After that not a single one of her house mates would look at her except to glare, even after she managed to gain 50 of those points back by the end of the day.

Life quickly went back to a semblance of normal, though the occasional nightmare about Trolls in the Girls Loo did have her sleeping less. She studied constantly, got good, grades, did her best to make friends, and still was either ignored or made fun of.

Christmas quickly came and went just like always, and just like always she would tell herself that ‘Tomorrow will be better.’ It wasn’t really, not when the only people who noticed you existed thought you beneath them.

The rest of Gryffindor house either ignored her completely except for an occasional glare, or hated her outright and would play horrible jokes and be as mean as they could. She had even started sleeping next to the fire at night because her roommates would lock her out of the dorm or steal her blankets and hide them, leaving her freezing in the winter air.

The other houses dislike of her came as a surprise, Ravenclaw house being torn between jealousy and indifference. Many of the Ravenclaws, especially in the older years were jealous of her intelligence and the fact that she was in Gryffindor, while the rest simply didn’t care who she was or what happened to her.

The Hufflepuffs were a bit harder to figure out than the Ravenclaws, as they were a bit more mixed in their actions towards her. Many of the elder Hufflepuffs ignored her as they didn’t bother with the younger years, some were jealous of her grades and that the teachers generally liked her, and others were simply mean to be mean.

The Slytherins however all had the same reaction, they hated her because she was a ‘mud blood’. The worst of her tormentors were a group of third years led by Marcus Flint, a chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and her own personal bully. Though all the Slytherins would play mean jokes on her and torment her when they got the chance, Flint and his cronies made it their mission.

Everyday she would wake up and force a smile on her face with the thought ‘Today they will like me.’ She would continue to smile through the taunt’s and jeers thrown at her, the thought ‘If I just smile, eventually they will stop’ echoing in her skull. She would still smile, straining not to cry every time a room would empty because she had entered, the thought ‘There’s always next time’ a dull whisper in her heart. And she would still smile even as she hid her tears in the dark of the night, the thought ‘Tomorrow will be better’ a solid presence against the pain in her heart.

Everyday it was the same thoughts, the same smiles, and the same pain. Everyday her smiles would grow just that much smaller, her eyes that much dimmer, and everyday she would hope that ‘Tomorrow’ would come soon.

The end of the year came quickly and without much change in the way she was treated, though she had been beaten up several times by Flint in the last month as he got more vicious with her. Soon all the students would be heading home on the Hogwarts Express until the summers end. Hermione wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to come back, but pushed those thoughts aside as she watched everyone celebrate the house cup. The Slytherins winning still being blamed on her by the Gryffindors of all years.

It wasn’t until Professor Dumbledore gave out last minute points to Harry Potter and his two friends, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom, that Gryffindor managed to go from Last place all the way to first. They had won the Gryffindors the house cup for the first time in years, making them the house heroes. Smiling like always she watched with dull eyes, and suddenly a spark of hope flared in her chest.

If Gryffindor house could go from last place to winning the cup so easily, then surely she would be able to make friends at some point. She just had to keep trying and never lose hope.

‘Tomorrow will be a better day, and someday I won’t be alone.’


AN: So how did you like the first chapter? It's only an idea I got while listening to the song and reading HP Fanfiction. I'm going to do a chapter for every year and already have up to half of chapter 3 written out on paper. I've also got at least 2 other story ideas I've been brainstorming for the last little while. Those are much less developed though.

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