Hermione sat on her bed, reading a book. She was humming a soft tune when her mother turned the door knob and barged in. Mrs. Granger bustled around grabbing Hermione's things and tossing them into a bag.
"Mother?" Hermione asked.
She didn't respond. Hermione put her book down and got up trying to get her mom to say something, anything as to a clue of why she was packing up Hermione's things. Hermione's mom finally had everything together of Hermione's and walked out of the room without a word, Hermione trailing behind. When Hermione stepped onto the bottom floor from the stairs she saw that the whole house was a complete mess and her father was standing bewildered by the window staring out.
"Dad?" Hermione asked, nervously.
The house was completely silent, the only noise you could hear was Hermione's mom rummaging in the background. Hermione started to sob and collapsed onto the ground, confused and frustrated with her parents.
"Will one of you tell me what's going on here?" she begged. Hermione looked to her father who was returning her stare with a feel of pity glazing his eyes. "Please!" she sobbed.
Hermione stayed in place, crying for over three hours as her parents stayed quiet and bleak. Finally she got up and left the room, heading to her own.
"Pumpkin..." Hermione stared down at her father who was standing where she had been crying the last while. Hermione shook her head and continued up the stairs.
Once in her room she pulled her hair of her face and studied herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark brown and her hair was wild and everywhere even if she had tried to tame it. Hermione wiped away tears that had escaped her and walked to her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of jeans and a tank top. Quickly, she exchanged her pajamas into her outfit and started to clean up the mess her mom had made, blaring music so she wouldn't think of what was going on downstairs.
Hermione had her room in almost perfect order when her mom came in again and turned the music off.
"I was listening to that!" Hermione yelled, feeling tears leak again.
"Honey, we have to go." Her mom pulled at Hermione's hand.
"Where? Why?" Hermione asked exhausted.
"We don't know where." Her mom answered, tugging harder on Hermione.
"Then why?" Hermione pulled her hand away from her mother and turned around.
"Can't we tell you later?" Her mother asked.
"No!" Hermione exclaimed.
"You're going to have to wait no matter what." Her mom grabbed her by the waist and started down the stairs.
"NO!" Hermione screeched, trying to loosen her mom's grip.
"Henry." Hermione felt her dad's hands cover her and carry her out to the car. Hermione sat down and remained quiet while her parents loaded everything they owned into the small SUV. Hermione's mom went back inside and came out with more of Hermione's things. Again and again her mom would enter and exit the house, with more things they imaginable. Hermione's mom climbed into the car and sat by Hermione's dad.They satrted talking quietly and Hermione looked over beside her to see piles of blankets, towels, and clothes piled onto eachother. She grabbed one of the blankets and found a soft towel that she wrapped around some clothes to make a pillow, slowly she placed her head down.
"Please!" Hermione cried, quietly now, "Please..."