The witches hands trembled with the piece of parshment inbetween them. She had just read the letter and was freaking out. Why would Kingsley do this to her? They were friends weren't they? She looked out of the window while setting down the parshment. A blue bird flew past her window tweeting and flying. Thats apparently what it was like to be free. A feeling only a minute ago Hermione felt herself.


 
 
 

Hermione finds herself talking to the person she hoped to forget and actually liking it...
 

Opening up...