Disclaimer: 1. I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with it. 2. I am just getting back into the process of writing. My grammar isn't the best, (my verb tense is screwy), and this is just for fun and practice. Please be gentle! :) This is the preview. Honestly, I have no idea where this story will end up, but the resident werewolf will be arriving shortly. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
Hermione Granger stepped off the aeroplane and into paradise. The humid air wrapped her up into a warm embrace. With every step she took, she was moving one step towards her salvation. She could be anyone she wanted. She chose to be free.
The terminal was packed with people leaving her newfound heaven. Their faces were cherry-red and burned, but they were beaming. Different languages surrounded her, but happiness was universal. The light here could chase away the dark, couldn't it?
A shiver crept up her spine, just enough to remind her that she wore invisible chains. She may have broken free from her chains, but her wrists were still cuffed. It was a painful reminder: she was a prisoner. She was an escaped prisoner, but still a prisoner nonetheless.
Once she collected her bags she called a taxi. Following muggle customs let her hide. She had meticulously planned her journey to sanctuary. Nobody knew where she was, or even that she had left. A weird excitement exploded within her as she realized she was alone. She had no one to share her troubles or successes with. In that moment, she realized it really is true that one doesn't know how tough they are until they have no other choice but to be tough.
The city opened up to her, showing off its colors and gems. Her eyes glittered as she took it all in. Colors were everywhere: robin's egg blue sky melting into turquoise surf, emerald palms shading hibiscus blossoms of every hue- yellow, red, pink. Was she seeing color as it really is for the first time? The ocean was so close to her she could taste the salt. She always felt herself pulled by its tide; it never spit her out from its spell. It always felt safe to her, if she could only stay near to it. This was her home now. Maybe the sun was bright enough to chase away her dark.
The taxi drove on, moving away from the beachside city and up into lush mountains. Morning fog was still blanketing the tops, and as the jungle became thick around her she could finally breathe. Everything was so green that she could feel the life around and within her.
Coming down the other side of the mountains, and hugging the coast, the taxi finally turned into a driveway. A little blue cottage right on the beach welcomed her. She couldn't help but wonder if this was too good to be true.