A/N: This is my first fic ever (under this name at least :-P) And I'm just trying it out. Please review to tell me if it needs work or not!
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Chapter 1: "A new beginning"
That's the last I'll see of them for a while, thought Hermione. She watched as her two best friends faded into the distance. She couldn't believe that her final year at Hogwarts has come to an end. It was an unbearable thought.
Hermione Granger, 17, had gradated from Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry with honors in all of her subjects and was head girl of the top house, Griffindor. She's the best student at Hogwarts, no doubt about that.
Well, She was the best student there.
It still hasn't sunk in. She wasn't a student anymore. She was done. No more rushing in the mornings to the great hall for breakfast, or her adventures with Harry and Ron…it was all over. She could feel a tear falling from her cheek.
Nesta, her older sister, looked into her review mirror to see what was going on in the back seat. When she saw Hermione crying, she said "Aw Hermione, there's life after school. Now you have a whole new adventure in store for you. Just think about all the jobs you can be offered-"
"Nesta. You're not helping. Please, just drive. I'm not in the mood to talk," said Hermione.
"Hunny, listen to me," replied Nesta in a soothing voice, "You'll keep in touch with your friends. You just won't see them as much-"
"SHUT UP AND DRIVE, WILL YOU???" snapped Hermione.
After that, Nesta stayed silent, and there was no talking for the whole ride home. On the way home, Hermione thought about all of the memories she had. She thought about Harry and Ron and what amazing friends they were to her. She loved them both so much. She hoped that they would still be close.
She also thought about her future. Ron and Harry already got it all figured out; Ron was going to work at the Ministry of Magic; he was going to help his father out until his father retired; then Ron would take over. And Harry was opening a shop in Diagon Ally and sell all sorts of stuff; potions, wands, everything. Sort of like a magical thrift shop. Hermione didn't know what she was going to do yet though, and she was worried that she wouldn't find anything that would suit her. She would've loved to be a professor at Hogwarts; any subject. She just wanted to stay at her home… at hogwarts…
"We're here!" sang Nesta in a happy voice. She hopped out of the car, grabbed some of Hermiones' luggage, and ran into the house.
Hermione slowly got out of the car and just looked at her home. It was a ranch; it had a classy, sort of lived-in look. White shingles with green shutters, and vines crawling up the sides of her house. It was very nice looking on the outside. But inside it was beautiful. Marble floors, remarkable paintings…anyones dream. But to Hermione, it wasn't really home anymore. Home was far away now…
Instead of following her sister in, Hermione grabbed her mobile and walked to the ocean. That was another cool thing about where she lived; she lived right on the water. She sat on a big rock and called Harry. She needed to talk to him. For no reason. She just needed him.
"Hey, this is Harry. I can't get to my cell for some strange reason…anyway, leave me a message and I'll think about getting back to you."
Hermione just hung up. She was too disappointed to leave a message. She might even start to cry again. She would try later, though. She walked towards the water and dipped her feet in. The water was nice and warm. Maybe she would go swimming later, and clear her thoughts. But she decided it would only be polite if she would go and say hello to her parents after she hasn't seen either of them for a whole year. She walked up the rock path to her back entrance to her house.
When she got in, she was greeted by the amazing smells of her mothers cooking. Roast, potatoes, and she think she could even smell pumpkin pie……
"Hermione dear! My, it has been SO long!!!" said her mother. Hermione turned around and saw her mother. Her mother didn't look at all like Hermione; strawberry blonde hair with grayish eyes, a little plump, and tall. She was wearing her favorite lavender skirt with a silver sweater, and she reeked of the worst perfume Hermione had ever smelled. But she hugged her mother and kissed her and did the daughterly thing to do. Then she saw her father come into the kitchen and yell, "What's all the ruckus about?" Then he saw Hermione and opened his arms out wide and said, "Come over her, my little Hermione bee, and give daddy a hug." Hermione ran over to her father and hugged him tightly.
"You know I'm not that little anymore, dad," she managed to say while being squeezed to death.
"I know," replied her father, kissing her on top of her head then letting go of her, "but you're my little baby no matter what."
"Come, we where just about to eat," said her mother cheerfully. They all sat down and said grace. When they were just about to eat, the family owl, Sicefig, flew from the window and landed on the table. While her mother made a fuss about the potatoes being ruined, Hermione noticed the letter Sicefig was carrying was quite large. She looked closer to see who it was addressed to; it was addressed to her. When she looked at the return address, she saw it was from Hogwarts.
Now what could they be sending her?
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