AN/ Disclaimer, I do not own any part of harry potter though I wish I did all the credit goes to the love J.K Rowling.
This is a post war story, my first story, so it will only be a one shot. This came to me when I was going through some rough times myself. Please enjoy.
POV: Hermione
Everyone was broken by the war. The Malfoy's, Whom thanks to Harry's testimony only got a heavy fine of six million galleons and Lucius who had a 5 year sentence to Azkaban. The Weasley's, oh god, The Weasley's, they lost Fred and evidentially lost George. Harry was known as The Boy Who Lived Twice, The saviour of the Wizarding World. He Ron and I we all got Order of Merlin, First Class. Not that that means anything. Your probably thinking me and Ron are together planning our wedding, that's not true. What Ron and I had was a fling nothing happen except that kiss, which was a bit sloppy for my taste (not that I would every tell him that).
I am just as broken, just as afraid. My parents I found them. I'd never felt happier when I did. I just didn't know I was being followed by stray Death Eaters. They killed them right in front of me. Not just the Avada curse either. They used the Imperius curse. They made them kill themselves!
No I'm can't dwell on the past, I love my parents but I can't think of them, it's too much right now. I know what you maybe be thinking, I'm not some couch thug. I actually go out and work, at Saint Mungo's actually. To help people because I can't help myself. On the outside I appear strong, a well maintained girl, who can do anything. A girl with just a scar on her inner arm, but that's a lie. They don't know the really me, the girl who's a mess on the inside the girl who can barely live to see herself through. A girl who's just as broken as everyone else..
Theres two sides to every sickle, Knut and galleon, every knows that. They just don't see both my sides.