A/N 4.20.13: The first part of this two-shot isn't good. The second part isn't that bad.
But I'm moving both. Because it isn't as good as my stuff now.
Here's Normal, written in the days of Amanda Katrice Granger...enjoy!

Inspired by the scene in DHP1 when Hermione is teaching Ron how to play the piano at 12 Grimmauld Place.
I apologize that I didn't update last Tuesday. Life's been insane. I can't be sure that I'll be updating again this Tuesday. Once Christmas comes around, I'll definitely be back on schedule.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or Fur Elise. I'm just doing my best to create a story with those two things included. :)

Normal

She stared at the white and black keys, wanting to play the saddest, most heart-wrenching melody ever.

She knew she was moving on to better things, where she would be with her own kind and where she can learn even more…But that didn't make this any easier.

The girl heard her mother and Miss Daisy quietly whispering and explaining things to each other in the back. The waiting made it even more painful, even though that meant more time with the keys.

Hermione just wanted to get this over with. It was hard enough walking into the room and knowing that this was going to be the last time for a long while that she was going to be here.

She had wanted to take piano lessons for the longest time, and last year her mom had finally found a place for her. Daisy Drapport was a young teacher, a recent graduate from music school, and she taught in her own house, with lessons in her living room.

Hermione had really enjoyed coming there ever since the first lesson, and she had loved seeing the purple walls and the unusual trinkets Miss Daisy had collected on her many travels.

Most of all, she loved the haunting, clear sound that the piano made and the over-abundance of songs that could come alive on it.

Her mother was in the back with Miss Daisy, explaining that Hermione wouldn't be coming back for piano lessons. Mrs. Granger was saying that Hermione had been accepted to an academy for academically execellent children just a week before, and that she'd be away for the whole school year.

Hermione knew that this was close to the truth. She'd be away for the whole year and she wouldn't be able to come back to take lessons for a long while…But she wasn't going to a academy for normal people.

She hated lying to Miss Daisy and not saying that she was going to a school of magic where anything is possible. Her teacher would have absolutely loved to hear that. Miss Daisy loved strange-yet-wonderful things.

But she knew that she couldn't tell anyone at all, not even Miss Daisy, that she was a witch. She couldn't tell anyone that she could do amazing things.

"Alright, Hermione, let's get started, shall we?" Miss Daisy asked, smiling and sitting down on the bench next to Hermione.

"Okay," Hermione said quietly.

"For today, I wanted to teach you this piece. It's pretty difficult, considering you've only been playing for a year, but I know you can handle it."

"Okay," Hermione repeated, placing her hands correctly on the keys and looking at the sheet music in front of her that Miss Daisy had placed there.

"It's called Fur Elise. It's by Beethoven…It's fairly famous."

"I think I'll recognize it once I play it," Hermione said, still looking at notes.

She played the first note, and, starting to recognize the tune, and continued slowly, getting faster when the same notes repeated.

She had always heard this song played by many instruments with intricate harmonies. Even at concerts that she had gone to where there was a single piano player, the song still sounded difficult to replicate.

But now, as she played it, one note at a time, slowly, still trying to find the rhythm of the melody, she realized that this song deserved a simple style while being performed.

There was something sad about this piece, something that was brooding and longing. It felt like it was always calling for more and more. Whatever that more was, Herione had no clue.

She was thinking about how much she was going to miss back home, where everything was predictable and as comforting as the piano, where she knew that an E was an E and where sheet music will always make a song. It was hard to look at her teacher, but when she did, her eyes immediately flew back to the notes, knowing that seeing Miss Daisy's face would only sadden her more.

She begged the notes to tell her everything was going to be okay. But nothing came out except for more longing.

The notes were twisting all over the piano and the song intensified and calmed down rapidly. There was almost an uneasiness to it that made Hermione confused if she was even playing it right.

But towards the end, there was some type of closure hidden in the notes that now made Hermione smile.

She had gone through the whole song slowly by the time the lesson was almost over.

"That's great, Hermione," said Miss Daisy. "That was fantastic for just one lesson with this."

Hermione grinned. "Thanks."

"I'm going to let you keep that sheet music. If you ever get the chance to practice it, I encourage you to."

"I will." This song is perfect, she silently added, not knowing how to explain that the piece captured her feelings and wrote them in piano notes.

"I'm just going to get my receipt book for your mum."

As Miss Daisy went into the other room and got what she needed, Hermione got up, taking one last look at the piano.

I hope there's magical pianos at Hogwarts, Miss Daisy, She wanted to tell her teacher, but instead she just walked to her mother, who was offering a comforting smile.

Like that piece, Hermione felt like she was destined for greater things, but she was better off simply being normal.

She didn't need harmonies or added instruments or anything that wasn't already written in the sheet music. Nothing that wasn't there before.

What she wanted to know was what was written there now.

I'm most likely going to make this a two-shot...Review?