A/N: Written for Mack girl's "Character Challenge", twenty-five dabbles in twenty-five chapters for twenty-five separate characters. …Do you think I said 'twenty-five' enough times? Sorry for reposting, I freaked out as I thought the chapters were posted wrong.
Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously, as I'm not JK Rowling.
Her first instinct was to flee into safety, to curl up in a ball and hide in a remote place where no person would ever think to find her.
She didn't want to have to deal with this burden that rested on her shoulders. Compared to others, it might not have been so bad. It was just so much to carry, more than a seventh year old should handle.
She knew that the confrontation between the Chosen One, her friend since first year Harry Potter, would have to face the Darkest Wizard of the century, You-Know-Who. When this whole catastrophe finished, Hermione Granger would be happy.
The bushy haired girl could sleep at night with ease, knowing that he was not on the loose, tormenting poor, defenseless souls who didn't deserve such torture. Hermione could rest easy knowing that she had done something to save the whole freaking Wizarding world by just being by Harry's side.
She hoped that everything would go well, being the painful optimist she was. Hermione felt it in her bones that it was inevitable. As she fell asleep, she knew it was coming closer with every waking moment.
The war's end was coming soon and she knew it.