an:/ Hey guys, so this is my first fanfic and I'm going to be honest this is probably going to be shit but I don't really care if you enjoy it or not.

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Although if u don't like it I would prefer constructive criticism and not people being like "this is shit" because I KNOW IT IS

So with all due respects here is my first fanfic. Don't judge TOO harshly. Although if you have an opinion feel free to say it.

Chapter 1: The Beginning of The End

Hermione Granger stood outside King's Cross station. Summer had done her some good and she was very pretty and easy to look at. Her face was well defined and her hair had stayed a curly mess only now, it was only slightly easier to brush.

She was much more tanned than before, this was due to her being in Australia with her parents who still hadn't recovered from the memory charm she had placed on them. It was as if they had alzheimers, they had no response to the outer world and had
/no recollection of anything that had happened since the day Hermione had been born. Almost like empty shell.

They still had no memory of who she was and that had been tough on her, having to look after them as if they were children. Putting a happy face on when she wasn't okay. Infact she thought that she should switch to Slytherin she had become that good
/at hiding her emotions.

As for Harry and Ron, she had ignored their letters all Summer.

When the war was finished the media was craving information. Ron and Harry were fine with it. They went to interviews, partied and spent some downtime down at Bill and Fleur's place.

Meanwhile she took care of the people who had been affected by the war. She was there for George and Teddy all the while looking after her parents.

It's not to say that Harry and Ron had forgotten her. They hadn't, it was just that she never responded to their letters, and they were busy people with the war and all. They still thought about her every day, and were looking forward to seeing her
/at the beginning of 8th year.

The only person Hermione had told about her parents was George. He had promised not tell anyone about them just like she, promised George she wouldn't tell anyone about how he felt about losing his better half. They had never been close before the war,
/most of the conversations they had were of her telling the twins off.

After the war the Weasleys were so upset and mourning over Fred by themselves that they could barely look at George without thinking of Fred.

Hermione had been the only one who was there for him at a time when he needed comfort the most, and from that they built a mutual friendship.

She looked after Teddy Lupin for a two weeks while Andromeda took a break. Hermione had to temporarily move into their house for a while she was minding him. He had been very well behaved for a four month old child but ever since the death of his parents
/he would cry every night when he was pu in bed, and hermione knew that only the love a mother gives could help him.

Every now and again he would change his eye and hair colour as he was a metamorphmagus. Looking after him was tiring but not as tiring as looking after two fully grown empty humans.

It was a lot.

Hermione started walking into the station. She was wearing black leggings, an oversized dusty pink hoodie and some beige UGGs. Her hair was in a last minute messy bun, she wore a dash of mascara and some lipgloss.

The platform nine and three quarters was a happy place full of children who couldn't wait to return to Hogwarts which had just recently been refurbished.

She looked around searching for a familiar face.

There was none, so she decided to make her way onto the Hogwart's express. Making her way down the corridor she found an empty compartment and put her things on the metal racks overhead.

She took out her MP3and started listening to some music and pulled an potions book to read.

Every now and again students would walk past the compartment door looking in to see if was empty. She would also look up to see if it was anyone she knew, in the hopes of seeing Harry, Ron or maybe even Ginny.

20 minutes passed and Hermione became completely immersed in her book.

She barely even heard the sound of the compartment door sliding open.

"Hermione! It's you!" came the voice of the person who had just walked in.

She looked up.

Harry and Ginny had just walked in with huge smiles on their faces. But when Hermione looked into their eyes she saw worry.

She plastered a grin on her face and did the one thing that might avoid them asking her questions.

Rambling and asking them questions.

"Harry! Ginny! I was looking all over for you. where were you? I had a great Summer down in Australia! It was so sunny. I hope you guys started studying. We have so much to learn this year it would be good to get a headstart. Maybe we should start looking
/at past papers while we are here. Oh? Where's Ron. Is he ok? It doesn't matter. Have you heard any news about who the new defence against the dark arts?"

Harry smiled.

"Hermione everything is fine. We were walking around the platform looking for you actually. No, I haven't started studying and probably won't until it's at least one month into the school year. Ron is outside with Lavender. Probably sucking her face somewhere
/hidden from his mother. you know how Molly is."

This earned him a playful slap on the arm from Ginny.

He continued. "Sorry Gin! And to answer your last question, no I have not heard who the new defence against the dark arts teacher was."

Hermione let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding.

Everything was how she expected. Nothing had changed.

Yet.

She heard a loud bang somewhere down the corridor. Followed be a pained "Ow, bloody hell'

Ginny laughed and put her head on Harry's Shoulder.

'Oh! so they are a thing now.' Hermione thought

"That would be Ron" She said outloud. Causing Harry to start chuckling.

Hermione looked towards the door waiting for Ron to make his grand entrance.

Had she spared a glance to the seats across form her where Harry and Ron were seated, she would have noticed the worried look the worried look they shared before they looked up towards the door with her.

Thanks for reading. Please drop a review. (If you do thanks!) Constructive criticism would be great.

Should I make the chapters longer or are they ok?