A/N - From Hermiones view point she isn't a muggle in this & both her parents have magic.
Warnings : Character Death
A Journey You Will Never Forget.
The wind was rushing through my ears and whipping my long, brown hair around. This was my first time flying a broomstick and it was definitely worth the wait. I was practising for when my family and I flew up to London to visit my aunty. We would of driven there but my dad refused to go into a car. My broomstick was nearly as tall as me and was a rich shiny mahogany colour. At the edge of the handle my name was engraved. "Hermione, put that away and get inside we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow" my mam ordered. Sighing I put my broom away in the shed and traipsed inside went upstairs and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
A loud beeping sound woke me up reaching for my alarm clock I turned it off. Yawning I got out of bed and got dressed standing in front of my grandmothers old, gilt framed mirror and slowly plaited my hair so it wouldn't get in the way during the journey. Grabbing my backpack I checked to see everything was packed and made my way downstairs.
My parents were waiting in the yard for me broomsticks ready. I went into the shed and grabbed mine. Seeing that we were all ready my dad said "On the count of three we'll kick off. One, two THREE! "
Kicking hard off the ground in a matter of seconds I was soaring my heart was pounding and my breathing erratic. I couldn't help a massive grin forming on my face this was great I was flying high above the motorway with my parents neither of which could contain there joy at the sense of freedom this brought. Little did we know that this wasn't going to last.
The first few hours were fine but when we got near London there were big grey storm clouds up ahead. My mother wanted to land and walk the rest of the way but my dad was adamant that it would be fine he'd flown through storms like that before and survived he pointed out knowing she couldn't change his mind my mother have in and agreed.
Flying into the dark clouds, at first it seemed like my mam had been worrying for no reason but then we heard a rumble of thunder and a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky and my father screamed. We saw him tumbling through the sky and landed with a sickening thud on the pavement bellow. My mother dived after him, landed neatly next to him and started first aid. Following my mother's lead I dived down to the pavement and landed. I looked down at my dad and it felt like the bottom of my stomach had dropped out. It was obvious he was dead nobody's neck was supposed to be at that angle. My mother looked at me with tears streaming down her face and whispered "He's dead Hermione" and dissolved into a sobbing wreck on the floor and this is why I will never forget this journey.