A/N: Hey guys! This is the beginning of the revision of my first story. I am hopeful that you will all read and enjoy this, weather you are a first time reader of this story, or and old fan. I wanted to go for something more full and wholesome. More fulfilling. Plus I made A LOT of mistakes and I want to fix that.

It will still be the SAME STORY. Some things may change, but I really wanted to rewrite it to feel better about it. I know I'm better then the original and you guys deserve that.

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Chapter 1: Take Me Away

"I feel like I am all alone, all by myself I need to get around this. My words are cold; I don't want them to hurt you. If I show you, I don't think you'd understand 'cause no one understands"

-Avril Lavigne

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Hermione had just woken up and the sun was in her face. She quietly cursed the offending light that had woken her up earlier then usual. Taking a slow look around her bright room, she decided she could sleep no longer and rose up to take a shower for the new day.

She had been living on her own close to the Ministry for quite some time now. She had a steady job working there in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and worked with pride everyday. One could say she was getting in to the rhythm of things and falling into pace.

She had walked out of the shower, her window was unusually ajar until she looked around and saw what was on her bed. There was a stunning white owl with a letter addressed to her in a most familiar writing. It was from Harry.

Taking a seat and petting the bird once oh his head, Hermione thanked Hedwig and released the letter from his leg. Giving the bird a treat, he hooted kindly with a blink and flew out the window. Unraveling the letter, she began to read.

Love,
Harry

She smiled warmly at the letter and put it down, inwardly agreeing to meet up with them. After she slowly got dressed comfortably, she headed to her kitchen for a bowl of cereal. After retrieving the cold bowl and eating the sweet substance that smelt of cinnamon, she began to think.

Her mind had drifted from the happiness she felt earlier, to the past. 'What had happened to the good old days?' she asked herself 'Where have they all gone? Why had everything changed so much?' She knew the answers to these questions but she continued to think. The War. Hermione had to strive so hard and long just to keep it together after so many had fallen. She started to think if there was ever a way to get any of it back. Even though life was good, there was still that pang of guilt, sorrow, and loss.

Finishing her breakfast, she took what was left of her orange juice and brought it to her room to get some cleaning done. She had enough time to be with herself and make her place neat.

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Coming up to the front door of the old pub that she had done so many times before, she remembered her first day there. She smiled to herself; it was such a different time then. She was having a good memory about the place. Walking in, she saw Ron sitting at a table near the back, but Harry had yet to show up, as she predicted due to Harry's remark, she smiled slightly.

He had obviously been watching for her. "Hermione, over here!" Ron said as he waved her over and made sure she could see him. She casually walked up with a smile, giving a little wave back. He stood to greet her, they hugged and sat down.

He took a swig of whatever dark liqueur "I'm so glad you could make it." He exclaimed, smiling brightly at her. "Harry should be coming along in a minute."

Hermione hadn't realized it had been so long since she'd seen Ron, or Harry for that matter. Working in different departments meant they worked different times, days, and ways. It was almost a drift in their relationships but they knew it couldn't break them.

Pulling off her hat, scarf, and jacket she replied, "That's good."

They hadn't been waiting too long before Harry showed up, and they ordered another round of drinks and a late lunch.

After swallowing a considerable bite, Harry looked to Hermione, "So, how have you been 'Mione? With work and everything we barely know what's going on in your life."

Wiping her mouth, she lied, "I'm fine" and she smiled warmly. Lately, her mind had been haunted by the past. The day had gone on, with light talking between the trio. When she got home, she realized that she actually had lied, and her smile had faded since then. She realized she was not fine. She felt alone and cold.

After getting home, she wished she did have work. Having nothing to do she decided to stay home for the remainder of the day and night. She couldn't find anything to stimulate her mind with, once she finished cleaning and such so she started to go through some old photo albums. She quickly went through the newer ones. The pictures that had been taken since the war, the ones of the good times. As she faded into the older ones she slowed down a bit. She would look at the pictures in depth to try and remember those people.

The one picture that really caught her eye was one of Remus, Sirius, Tonks, Ron, Harry, and her sitting in a semi circle, at Grimmauld Place. She looked closely at the pictures and noticed that everyone was smiling. She never remembered Sirius' smile before. She now thought about him.

'It all started with him. If only he was still here, everyone would be able to hold it together a bit more' she thought for hours on this subject. Thinking if only there was a way for him to come back. It was silly, she thought in the back of her mind, to put that on him alone. It was how she felt though and she couldn't hide that from herself.

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Sitting at her desk looking over a past case, which was something she could continue to learn from. She always liked to do that and refresh her memory and knowledge. "Hermione, I need that case back in my office!" screamed her boss, Mr. McCormick.

She mumbled a 'Yes, sir' to herself and finished reading the case and placed it back in his filing cabinet. Getting her things together to go back to her flat, a picture had fallen out of her pocket. It was one she had taken out of her album. It was of her, Sirius, and Harry. It was funny because in the picture Sirius had surprised her with a kiss on her cheek, and her face had glowed with happiness in the picture because of it. Her picture self pushed Sirius out of frame, and Harry was giving Sirius an amused stern face.

She gave a small laugh at the image and decided to walk home. It wasn't that far anyway. She had continued to glance at the three of them laughing, giggling and just enjoying life in that picture. Now she really wanted it back. She really wanted him back.

On her way home she had made a detour into Diagon Alley and was looking around a bookstore. As she looked, she found herself becoming more interested in looking for an answer, an answer she was determined to find.

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A/n: Let me know if you would like me to keep going! I will continue to edit my original, but only post further chapters if I get positive response. If no response, then I'll continue, anyway, lol :D