Disclaimer:
Hermione, her friends, Hogwarts and most of the other places in this fanfiction belongs to J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing them to put them into one of my own little twisted plots.
I do not receive any money from it and do not wish to. It is my pleasure to write and your reviews, both critics and praises, will be my rewards.
And now, on with the story…
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Welcoming the Dark.
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Chapter 1: Going back home.
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The cork jumped high in the air and bubbly champagne escaped its prison, dripping on the hands holding the cold bottle. The woman didn't really mind, her eyes fixed on the calendar, hanging on the wall in front of her. She could feel tears gathering in her eyes and did nothing to stop them from rolling down her cheeks. She had learnt that fighting her tears would only earn her a splitting headache without ever winning the battle.
A soft hoot broke the silence and the woman turned to see the owl, still on her desk. With an obvious impatience, the bird taped the open letter lying next to it with its claws. With a small laugh, the woman walked to the owl, flicking her long brown hair over her shoulder and retrieving a pen from the backpocket of her jeans.
"Dumbledore told you to wait for my reply, uh?"
Again the barn owl hooted. The woman smiled at that answer and took the piece of parchment. The message was short. It didn't really need to be any longer.
'It's time to come back. Don't forget you lesson and your robes. Love, Albus.'
Short and to the point. For a moment, the brown-haired woman let her fingers linger on the crest of Hogwarts. Her things were packed and most of her money was already in Gringotts. She could feel the little golden key in one of her pockets. All she had left to do was to phone a friend and let him take care of her flat. She wrote down some word just under Albus's ones.
'See you when the Hogwarts Express arrives on September the first.'
She gave the parchment back to the owl, which took off immediately. Brown eyes followed the bird's flight until it was nothing more than a black dot in the blue sky of Miami.
And, even on the anniversary of her parents' death, Hermione Granger found herself smiling.
She was going back home.
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A/N
I know it's a short chapter. But the next is longer, believe me.
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