Loving You
The breeze was calming as she walked toward the towering gray building she once called home. The black upon black layered outfit she wore made her sweat but if she wanted people to take her seriously the young and enthusiastic optimism of the old Granger had to go.
As she carried on she noticed that the grounds didn't seem as bright anymore, they weren't as vibrant. Maybe it could have been the way her mind now perceived things around her. Almost everything had a story, a past, a history, a painful heartfelt plea. Like herself, long ago when love was lost she lost control of herself which guided her on the path of emotional nothingness. No love had ever replaced the kind that she had once felt and had not felt since that fateful year, her seventh year at Hogwarts and nothing would ever change that. But now she was back after many years of contemplation and many years of graciously declining invitations to teach at all three witchcraft and wizardry institutions to find a place again at Hogwarts and possibly a place back in her loves heart...