A/N: First ever one-shot. Spoilers to Deathly Hallows are not welcome. Thanks for cooperating. :) Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
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It was late at night. A nineteen year old girl was standing in front of a slightly opened window, there was thin fog forming outside, and she could only see so little. The window overlooked the front part of her very small home, which was made up of two small floors and it must have been at least 50 years old. The floor boards creaked with every tiny movement she did, and they were turning black from the lack of being cleaned. The room was dingy and damp since it was already the middle of September, storms were to be expected. But she had never expected it to be this hard. Her cinnamon colored eyes still focused only on the pathway leading towards her home. Cold air gushed in through the small opening of the window, and the girl shivered.
Yet, considering what she had gone through and done for as long as she could remember, Hermione Granger was anything but a girl. She had fought alongside her two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter all her life, she was almost killed twice, one when she was petrified, she was twelve, and the other when a death eater shot a spell at her, she was fifteen. At that moment she felt that she was almost ready to die. She winced at the thought.
Her body was now an empty shell, with her best friend's funeral happening only two years ago, today. Ronald Weasley died honorably, for the sake of everyone's safety. He was shot from behind, Hermione was there, and in such rage she fired an unforgivable curse at Bellatrix Lestrange, finally ending her life. She remembered not eating for days, and Harry in such a bad state that she pretended to be strong and resorting to crying in only the wee hours of night—who would? With everyone else in the order either dead or missing.
And now, she was alone, since Harry Potter, her lover and other best friend set out to end things with Lord Voldemort for good almost a year ago. He hasn't returned yet, she was under strict orders that she remain home, after several protests and sob fests, she finally gave in to Harry's order. 'My last wish' he called it. Her eyes welled up with tears once again at the memory. Another gush of cold air swept through her, and she knew today was like no other. Harry hasn't written in months, and she couldn't dismiss the nagging at the back of her head. She knew there was something going on, something she didn't like. She felt her heart beat faster, in the distance, she could see a snowy white owl was in range, and flying directly towards her. She outstretched her arms, and Hedwig perched safely on her arm. There was a thin parchment clasped around its leg. She shakily untied it. Unfolding the piece of parchment, a wave of relief swept through her through the form of four very short words.
It's over. I'm fine.
At last! The breath Hermione Granger had been holding in anticipation finally let go! A goofy grin plastered on her face, she started running outside, in only worn out trainers, in the pouring rain. Tears of joy leaking from her eyes, crying in happiness, she stood outside, on the muddy pathway to her isolated country home. Waiting. He was coming home.
Harry Potter would come home, alive.
All she needed to do was wait.
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A/N: Strange how the pace in one-shots could appear so fast and simple yet hard to write. Well, I based this one-shot on how I imagined the end of the war to be. Mind you, I didn't read Deathly Hallows yet and spoilers are not welcome, I'm trying to keep the reading experience special, you know? Even though I can tell that I'd be slightly disappointed.
Thanks to those who would review, and of course thank you for reading, hope you liked it. Cheers. :)