AN: Hey guys, this is my first actual fanfic (I've done a one-shot, but it was horrible). So enjoy, and I know the prologue is horrible, but it will get better later on. The chapters will also be lengthier. Enjoy!
Hermione stood from the table, moving her head to the left and the right to try and keep it from aching. Even so, it was to no avail. It persisted, spreading from her stiff back, along her spine, and into her neck. She put away a few of the books, and picked up the one that was hers personally, slipping it into her book bag. It was very quiet in the library, no one else was there. She'd been granted special permission to be in the library when Madam Pince wasn't from Professor McGonagall, in order to further her studies and prepare.
Prepare.
Prepare for what? She, to be honest, didn't really know. So much had happened in her years at Hogwarts. Several memories went through her mind, and she smiled as they flashed through.
Defeating the troll.
Using the time-turner to free Sirius.
Meeting her boyfriend of 18 months now, Jacob Hendstrom, in Diagon Alley.
Then several other memories came back to her. Ones that weren't quite so pleasant. Hermione sighed as she remembered.
Harry emerging from the maze with the Cup, looking so worn.
Sirius going through the veil.
Dumbledore telling them that Neville and his family had been killed by Deatheaters.
Hermione wiped a stray tear from her eye as she remembered all these things. There were many other memories, many other occurrences that had had an impact on her life, her friends' lives, and even the whole of the wizarding world. As she walked out the door of the library, whispering a spell to make the lights go out, she locked the door behind her before heading through the corridors and up the stairs toward the Gryffindor common room. She told the password to the Fat Lady quietly, "Kneazle," and stepped through, careful not to trip in fatigue. She looked around the common room, smiling. She walked over to where a first year was asleep in her chair, no doubt a little exhausted from the homework at the end of the year, and took a spare blanket from under the chair. Hermione lay it over the sleeping girl gently, and picked up her book bag once more. She began to ascend the stairs toward the Girls' dormitories, when her book bag fell off her shoulder, as she ran toward the Boys' dormitories.
Someone was screaming. And she'd heard that scream before.