I do NOT own anything of Harry Potter series.
I have had a few years break (more like half a decade) from writing so please bear with me. But it would be my pleasure to have feedback from this story to make it even more awesome than it is in my head et the moment ;).
I am also taking a few liberties, for example while Hermione is 18 in the beginning Minerva is 33... I just feel like that would be the best age for her that I still write her in character but she can also meet my needs in this storyline. And while I did study English back in school for aroud 12 years I am familiar with phenomen called misspelling.
But now on to the story!
One that got away
Chapter 1
It was over. It was all over. Hermione looked around, there was blood and damage, there was tears and sadness and the worst, bodies. The battle was supposed to be where it would all end.
Hermione started to realize this would actually be where it would all start. They would have to learn how to live again. Live without those who gave their lives away for the peace and then learn how to live without fear. Most of all she along with Harry and Ron would have to learn how to live without purpose because this had been it. Defeat Voldemort.
"Hermione" became the voice she had known since her first year of magical education, "Are you alright?"
"I'm not sure Professor", she answered honestly. Turning around to meet the eyes of her mentor, she suddenly realized that she didn't even know who had made it alive and who hadn't. Panic started to take control of her and the surroundings around her started to get blurry. She could see McGonagall's lips moving but heard no sound. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"You don't look fine. Has anyone checked up on you? Poppy? Other heelers?" Minerva asked. She really was worried about her. This girl before her had always been so confident but now there was no emotion left in her. There even wasn't any recognizing of hearing her words in Hermione's being. Even though Minerva didn't see any physical injure within Hermione she knew this girl wasn't fine.
"I'm taking you to Poppy, can you hear me? If nothing else she could give you the dreamless potion. I'm sure you could use some sleep at least, am I right?"
Hermione could feel herself nodding in agreement while her throat betrayed her in forming sound.
Hermione climbed out of the floo. She couldn't understand how it was that even in such bad times like this, the Burrow could still make you feel warm and loved the second you entered it. Smiles that didn't reach eyes greeted her. Mrs. Weasley came to hug her, "I'm happy you came here Hermione, you know you're family?"
She just smiled back to Molly, "Thank you. I feel the same way about you", she looked around the Weasley family along with Harry, "all of you".
Hermione had thought about no coming back. Today had been the funeral of Fred and while the ceremony she had felt like an outsider. Ron, Ginny, George and the others were sibling. Molly and Arthur were the parents and Harry would become the son-in-law somewhere in future. Yes, she and Ron had kissed in the battle but neither of them had said anything about it afterwards. She knew that Ron did think that they were meant to be together. But for her she wasn't so sure anymore. Now she just didn't know where she stood anymore.