I Absolutely Hate Men

Prologue: Why…?

Hermione Granger was mad.

BAM!! Aquamarine shards of glazed pottery smashed into the mirror across from her and like some poetic farewell came a shower of glittering death toward her.

Well, there goes another pretty vase she didn’t want and didn’t even like, but had to accept anyway because he gave it to her on her birthday & she’d look like a Pansy if she didn’t take it home.

Oooooooh!!

Scratch that, she was beyond pissed off.

Bloody bastard!

She was so much more further than just murderously furious.

She was if-you-don’t-get-the-HELL-out-of-my-face-right-now…then-I’ll-freaking-come-after-you-with-a-chainsaw-and-my-wand, got it?!

Ka-boom!! Crimson stained-hands clutched a wildly shaking wand belonging to one scorned, homicidal woman as she waved it in an intricate and deadly set of moves that resulted in a howling gale to be unleashed within the previously neat, feminine room.

He thought she would forgive him, actually pretend that what was seared into her mind was just another moment of insanity? That overgrown, idiotic, chauvinistic, sexist oaf of a male must have been dropped on his head one too many times as a baby if he dared to think that she didn’t care, that it was just a mistake! Oh yeah, just because she wanted to go steady he had the gall to pay, to hire, to f-ing entertain a whore?! Why that--!

Shaa…She watched as the howling gale she summoned destroyed her room, take it apart at the seams and tear away the last evidence of whatever she was--of Hermione damned Granger. She watched it all vanish in one last livid, brutal wind and swore she heard the very breathe leave her lungs.

This was the last straw.

A condemning silence threatened to shove her to her knees, tears desperately pleaded to be allowed to fall and stain her dirt-smudged face but she refused to bow to the memory of the one she had foolishly loved. She forced her leaden legs to stand. Stand tall and proud.

There was no turning back on it now.

The howling started up moments after the house that once stood before her on the quaint little neighborhood vanished in a fit of temperamental wind and surrounded her this time, like some kind of sadistic beast insatiated by mere destruction of property. Was that her tainted blood spilling from slashed eyes? No, no those were her tears…

She was done being the understanding, kind, sweet girl he wanted as some kind of twisted trophy wife. Where was her dream guy? What happened to the life she had envisioned ever since she was a little girl? The simple, rustic house out in the woods with only nature around them to live in and raise their free-spirited, happy children? The gentle, loving face she would always wake up to? The squealing, mischievous little bodies that would flung themselves at abandon, wanting to start the day already?

What…what happened to that dream, that she had envisioned was soon to be her reality?

It tore at her magenta robes and clawed at her face, wanting to gouge out her eyes, shred her vocal cords and main the face she could no longer believe was hers to own.

Where was her happy ending?

Her wand-hand still wildly shaking and moving in an ancient & powerful spell, almost unnoticed by the witch herself--she could only watch as the world around her slowly faded away. Just like her memories. Just like herself.

Where was her understanding, kind, sweet guy? The adorably clumsy guy she had fallen in love with?…Where was he? Why wasn’t he here now, trying to justify hisactions? Or was it that he didn’t even care anymore? Didn’t see the point of trying? Maybe she really was hopeless, wishing to her final moments that he would come and at least offer something for what he did and everything he didn’t. Was that it?

Is that what he thought of her as…worthless?

Her eyes were useless now anyway, since she could barely see and her tears simply overwhelmed her vision so much that all she could see was a wavering image of sapphire, crimson, violet and orchid.

It wasn’t fair.

That one moment in reality, as if time determined she was special and deserved to remember every detail of that betrayal, dredged up all her secrets & insecurities--they filled her throat, all clamoring to be released into the world and her voice was silenced but for the scream of her ruined mind.

She always believed in justice even when corruption hounded her.

She felt like an imposter with this face that only ever brought her shame, loathing and isolation. She wanted the wind to peel her skin off, let it cut her so deep there was nothing left within her, until she existed only as a heap of bloodied, brittle bones dancing a dance of madness as she turned to dust and faded away.

Why did she have to bear the burden of her friends?

What was the point of living when she had tried so hard and in the end, brought more suffering than she knew was called for? Why look to the light and pretend she liked being the Good Girl all the time, when she never felt more at peace in the darkness and the only judgment she would ever receive would come from her own heart? That’s right…this was what she should have done that first time she doubted, the first time he ever--No, she would not think about now. He was nothing more than a mistake better left to the wiles of time, to be ravaged by the mortality of memories and forgotten within history.

She didn’t care anymore, she was going to forge a blazing path of glory all on her own and she would show them, everyone of them that she wasn’t weak, that she had what it takes to survive and when she came back she would be unmatched. She would make sure of it.

The howling increased in tempo until it was an agonizing keening of a bashees’ wail, but she welcomed the harsh, shrieking sound as it shattered the last of her senses, deafening her and bringing the ultimate silence to her world. Now she was deaf, blind, mute and unrecognizable to anyone who dared to come across her. She was different.

She was Hermione Granger no more.

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AN: This is my first Harry Potter fic and the with Hermione as the star character as well. Its also a bit intense in this prologue and its going to get even more bizarre, suspiscious and dangerous from here on out. So if there are any who are faint of heart or mind, I suggest you keep going and test your limits. Don't let life, individual nor a writer like me tell you no. Don't let anyone hold you back. Its your life, not theirs. And to the rest of you all: Are you game?

Review all, review like there's no tomorrow! Who knows, maybe there won't be.