Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything like that, though I wish. :D
A/N: Hey people, I'm re-starting the story, the first one was two years ago and it was before DH so ya. I'm re-starting. Thanks to a certain somebody for convincing me. : )
I remember my childhood, my parents both dentist's, always were busy but they really cared. When I got accepted at Hogwarts they were overjoyed for me.
Then one day, when I was entering the war I sent them away, for their own safety, I assured myself.
But was it really that, or was Harry's quest more important to me?
I miss all the people who died; Lupin, Tonks, Fred, Dumbledore….
As Hermione woke up from her troubled slumber she reflected on her dreams, her ambitions, and finally her fears..
"Good morning Hermione, rise and shine." she mumbled to herself, as this was becoming a habit.
Night was a painful affair and she always had to get ready for it. A drink of fire whiskey and a muggle aspirin was she used.
"Rise and shine…" she repeated to herself.
She groaned as the hangover came on, specifically when she was climbing out of bed.
After taking a shower, Hermione stood in front of the mirror. Her dark curly chestnut hair hung in limp locks, an opposite of it's former bouncy joyful volume.
I should go back, get ride of the suspicions…
Someone reading might wonder, what suspicions? Well she was scared of everything being her fault. In one way it was the onset of depression, she blamed herself.
Hermione thought about her favourite place, Hogwarts. The beauty, the mystery, and the pure class.
But…..
I'm scared to face it!
She took a deep breath: "Hogwarts here I come."
"Hello?" she called out tapping the glass on the train ticket vendors cubby. She heard a grunt and then a very chubby wizard in uniform opened a door and walked in. "What?" he asked in a disgruntled voice.
"Well I'm trying to buy a ticket to Hogsmeade…"
The ticket vendor sighed and rolled his eyes. "Alright…"
There she had bought a ticket, what a joy, now she was going back to Hogwarts.
Relax Hermione, this is perfectly normal. You're just going there to say hi… she thought to calm herself.
As she climbed on to the steam train she took a deep breath and smiled.