So this is the intro to my first ever fan fic. Read and review, anticipate etc. but there is a lot more coming!
Crookshanks nestled himself onto Hermione's lap and purred softly as she petted him. She closed her eyes and without meaning to, God, why would she do it deliberately, her mind wandered back to before the summer, back to the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries. A tear slipped down her cheek, no matter how smart she was, how many things she could do with a wand; the fact of the matter was that she could never bring Sirius back. She thought of Harry and felt as if a knife had been pushed into her stomach. Crookshanks sensed her pain and moved in closer.
"Harry..." she whispered, her face soaked in salty tears.
Harry had sent one brief owl to Hermione's house that summer.
"Decided to go to Ron's, see you there."
Hermione was leaving for the Burrow the very next day; she didn't really want to go. The entire house would be surrounded by sadness. Maybe it was for the best, maybe she could help to cheer Harry up a bit.
"But it's not fair," she thought, "why can't someone help me, I'm suffering too, and not even my parents know."
This had become a routine over the last two weeks. Mr. and Mrs. Granger would go to their dental practice during the day, leaving Hermione alone to wallow in her grief. Night, on the other hand, was a very different story. Hermione looked fit and healthy to her parents, if occasionally a bit peaky.
Hermione heard the click of a key being turned in the lock on the front door. Her parents were home early! She leaped off her chair, startling Crookshanks, and raced up the stairs. When her mother came up to check on her, she found Hermione busily loading books and clothes into her trunk, in readiness for the Knight Bus to pick her up the next day.