Disclaimer: Seeing as the first book came out before I was five, I don't own Harry Potter. But god do I wish I did.
PS. Sorry this took so long to get out.
Hermione sighed wistfully as she stared at the old photo that had fallen out of one of the books she had been moving. It was a picture of her, Ron, and Harry in second year, just a few weeks before she had been attacked. She sighed again, unable to stop herself from wishing that things could be how they were back then. Back before Ron started getting jealous about every little thing that happened to Harry. Before Harry had become the heir to Slytherin house. Before Harry had run away to avoid being force to be married.
Everything had come apart after Harry had left. She sometimes found herself wondering what her life would be like now if she hadn't of helped Harry. It was a poisoned train of thought, yet as the years worn on she dwelt on it more often. If she had of reported Harry's plans as soon as he came to her with them then she wouldn't have been force to pay the price for them. Because she was the one who had payed for them. Not Harry. He got away free, able to do whatever he want. Which he obviously had enjoyed if him not returning on his 17th birthday was any clue. She still couldn't understand what-
The doorbell rang pulling her thoughts out of the past. "Coming" she yelled, shocking her head to dislodge the last of her previous thoughts. The past was the past, dwelling on it would change nothing. She slipped the picture back into the book that it had come from and put it back on the shelve then went to open the door. "Hi what ca-?" She stopped mid-word as she looked at the person on her doorstep.
Harry Potter stood there smiling at her. "Hey Hermione. Long time no see. You mind if I come in?"
