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(From here on, the bolded means direct quote from the books)
Hermione drifted into consciousness slowly, feeling fuzzy and very much like she would like to remain asleep. She went to sleep feeling so warm and comforted between her two boys that she wished she could lay there forever. Hermione liked to sleep in the middle because it made her feel safe and protected, not that she'd ever admit that. The brunette realized quite suddenly that she felt a cool distance on her left side where Harry normally slept and panic struck cold and sharp in her chest.
"Harry?" she croaked with tears already welling up in her eyes.
Ron, stirring at the sound of Hermione's distress, groaned and turned towards his secret crush to mumble, "'mione, what's wrong? What are you on about?"
"Ron, it's Harry! He's gone! Ron you've got to get up and help me!"
Ron immediately sat bolt upright with wide eyes and looked about the room. "Bloody hell, he really is gone! Don't move Hermione, but don't let your guard down." Without another word Ron got up with his wand at the ready and left the room.
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Harry was sitting in the floor, his fingers numb as he held the only physical evidence he really had of his mother's existence. His lower lip began to tremble which he normally wouldn't let happen but as he was alone he let it slide. Hot, stinging tears of pure sadness dripped out of his eyes and off his face. He felt them coming and moved Lily's letter away from his face as to avoid water stains on his miracle. He spent about thirty minutes reading and rereading the letter to examine every detail he could ascertain from the words and the way she wrote them. Harry marveled at how similar they wrote even though he had never seen her writing before, their "g"s were identical.
Harry imagined his home with his parents, he noticed that his mother mentioned a cat. He closed his eyes and thought of a warm house at Christmas time with the smell of baking biscuits and fir trees permeating the air. His mother would be sitting in a overstuffed chair reading a book with that cat sitting next to her purring while his father sat and watched her with his crooked glasses and his crooked grin. He could imagine a fire roaring, not unlike Gryffindor tower, while the radio played hymns that Lily hummed along to.
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Hermione, steadily crying and extremely uneasy couldn't wait any longer to know what was going on. Ron had been gone quite a while before she went up the stairs in the opposite direction. She held her wand up in case she needed to protect herself and peeked into every room she passed along the way up, mostly staying silent. The more she felt quiet around her and the longer Harry stayed missing the more Hermione's judgement became clouded and her decisions suffered. She began to yell Harry's name until she reached the top floor and she saw the light of someone's wand. The bushy haired girl's step faltered and she stumbled forward tentatively and hissed Harry's name again.
"Harry? Harry! Harry!"
"I'm here," he called. "What's happened?"
A/N: I literally wanted to write so I grabbed DH, opened to a random page which just so happened to be Harry ready Lily's letter to Sirius and got inspired. I also dyed my whole hair purple today in hope of a change stirring out the boredom. I hope you all enjoyed! Also, tragically not the best at grammar so if anyone is looking for someone to beta hmu. Please rate and review to help me get better. If you have any fic ideas that you want to see come to life PM me because I'm a little useless at getting a good idea! Much love, Jamie.