Author's Note: Just a little drabble from Hermione's point-of-view. Doesn't necessarily have to take place at a specific time, but I think it fits best at any point during Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
They look to me for answers. I am almost always the one with the answers. They expect me to have the answers.
But there are times when I don't have the answer.
I thought I knew enough. I thought I knew it all. I thought wrong.
I don't know everything.
But they are still expecting me to offer a solution to our current problem.
Well, I can't. Not this time. I don't have all the answers, no matter how much they wish I did.
I am more than just a brain. I am feelings and emotions as well. I have weaknesses. I sometimes fail.
I am human. I am a witch, yes, a witch with extensive knowledge of all things magical.
But I am still human. I am not completely infallible.
I may act like a know-it-all, but that's only because I want to prove that I am worthy to be called a witch.
I am a Muggle-born, after all. And aren't we fighting this war because a group of wizards and witches that call themselves Purebloods think that they are better than everyone else, better than people like me?
I love being a witch, and I want to belong in this magical world. I want to be accepted for who I am.
But I can't be myself. No, I have to be the one with all the answers.
But there are times when I don't have the answer. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I don't always know what to do next.
Why can't they see that I am more than just a brain?