Moments of Reflection

By

Embrathiel

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.

A/N: My introduction is followed by Hermione's preface.

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Author's Introduction:

Hello and welcome to Moments of Reflection. This is the companion story to my other work, "Reflections that Drive Us," which you can find on my author page. That story is a journal written by Hermione after her wedding to Ron, and it addresses her recognition that she made an error in judgement. In such a medium however I am unable to share some moments I would otherwise love to write out, and so I began this. Hermione has taken up writing to properly reflect on her life, and so has done so with certain times of import that strike her. This story is absolutely not necessary to those reading Reflections, nor is that required for this one. They can each be taken separately, though this will ultimately not explain the connections between scenes.

As such this story will be written in first person from Hermione's perspective and ultimately it is a Harmony story since in her mind she knows she loves Harry. As to what happens in the story however, we have yet to see since it isn't up to me now is it? Hermione gets to make her own decisions.

Going forward, this story is DH compliant, but not epilogue compliant.

This will not be a consistently updated story due to its nature, but each new chapter will be mentioned in Reflections.

I do hope you enjoy this story and wish you happy reading.

Elise

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Moments of Reflection

By

Hermione Granger

Preface

There is joy in the pursuit of one's passions; a joy that reverberates and calls, a joy that supersedes all other emotions save perhaps love. Though I must say that there is one emotion greater. It is fair to know a passion and to follow it as one does. It is nothing however, compared to the resonant joy that echoes inside one's soul when a previously hidden joy is discovered.

I have loved to read since my very first memories, and that has never faded or been questioned. It is why my young cousins Sarah and Martin, refer to me as Auntie Read. It is such a simple nickname, likely due to the fact that my actual name is difficult for young tongues to master, and yet one that makes me smile with every repetition. It is the acknowledgement of my greatest passion, my favorite action.

But this, this is new, this is young and free.

Writing.

To take the art I love to wrap about myself in knowledge and comfort, and be able to create it for myself? Well that is a true revelation. I may not be a poet, I may not be skilled with pros, and I may in fact be the most inept at the skill out of anyone I know; however it doesn't matter. All that matters is that I have found a new passion, one i love and cherish even as youthful as it is.

I have taken up the task of healing myself through reflection on my life such as it is, through the use of writing. So as shall follow I will express flashes and moments through my view as best I may, both to preserve my current perspective for my later viewing, but also so i may better decipher my own thoughts and feelings. This is important for I need to allow myself this expression, this freedom.

I have so little of it as it is, with my recent marriage to Ronald and the subsequent recognition that I married the wrong friend like a love-sick teenager. Well, that is what I was, and perhaps what I still am. Regardless, I shall do my best to be honest and true. Writing the journal has helped in so many ways that I just know that this method is also going to make a difference. It has to.

This is not an autobiography. In fact it is far from that. This is instead a collection of fragments, pieces of my life put together in no particular order. So, armed with this new and fascinating passion of mine, I delve forward in to my past to see what angels and demons I can dredge up from the bottom of the lake.