Titel: The Dragon Lady
Summary: Hermione is getting depressed in England, after a talk with Charlie. She decides to change her life drastically.
Rate: T
Warning: I don't think there is much to be warned of right now. Maybe it's a bit depressive, but that will change. I guess, if there is ever a warning needed I'll just tell.
Disclaimer: I do not owe the characters J.K. Rowling once created. I do owe the characters I have created myself. That's, except the storyline, the only thing I owe.
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Chapter 1
The war had ended a few years back and everyone was getting back to their old live. At least, everyone wanted that things went back to normal. Many beloved ones had died, during the war. Children had lost, their brother or sister or father or mother. Parents lost their partner or child. People had lost their friends or family members.
People got wounds. They left scars everywhere. You could forget them and move on. But there were also scars at the heart, scars that couldn't disappear forever. And these scars made it for people hard to move on. It was the memories of the fighting and the deaths that made people gone crazy. Most people tried to move on, trying to forget their old lives. New relationships started, old ones never forgotten, but were left in the past. But the scars stayed, especially by those who suffered the most.
Harry Potter had suffered the most of everyone; he first carried the responsibility of saving the world. He had to kill someone to save the rest of the world. After the last battle, he had to handle the fact that he everyone watched him. He was famous, he was everyone's hero. But, he couldn't handle the fame; he couldn't handle the things he had done during the war. And while he was slowly dying, his best friends watched him. They couldn't do anything to help him. His best friend, Ron Weasley, had seen the war from a close distance. He had been helping Harry to defeat Voldermort. He was too young, but he had too. Just like Harry, he couldn't take it at all. He became depressed and brought many hours by the window, looking at the world outside. After months he had thought of the best solution to end his problems and to start his life again. He left. He let a note behind that it was for the best. A few days later a group hunters found him in the middle of a dark forest. He was completely crazy and was put in st. Mungo's. He lay in the room next of the room of Harry. Molly Weasley was desperate; she had lost one of her sons during the last battle and because of the scars that were left behind, she almost had lost another one. After weeks of crying she decides to move forward. The name of Ron wasn't brought up much more, except if there was some change in him.
It was hard for Hermione to move on. Not only had she been there during the war; escaping for the deatheaters and helping her best friend to defeat the black side. She also saw her two best friends every week in their bed. They were just laying there, she saw their live slowly disappear. She loved them like they were her brothers. She lost her only brothers. Of course, every other Weasley was also like her own family. But, she always liked Ron and Harry the most. Especially Christmas was a hard time for her; it was supposed to be have a good time with the ones you loved, but the ones she loved were dead or lay in the hospital. Hermione lived at the Burrow, every day she went to her job in London and then came back to the Burrow to help Molly.
Ginny had moved out and lived in a flat in muggle London. She worked as a healer at st. Mungo's. Every few weeks she got another boyfriend. George lived in his apartment above his shop. First it had been hard for him to move on; he had just been sitting there, looking at the happy. He couldn't do anything with his old job, but that changed. His girlfriend, Angelique, helped him with the help of Lee Jordan and Hermione. Now he had a few other stores in other wizard villages. He lived with his wife and his two-year old daughter in a small house in Hogwarts. He and Angelique married four years ago. Three years after the war had ended.
Percy lived with his Penelope somewhere in Oxford. They had announced their engagement three months ago. Bill and Fleur lived in the surroundings of Paris. After the war they had decides to move to France, to be closer at the parents of Fleur and because England was a mess at that time. They didn't listen at Molly and it was still just two of them. Charlie wouldn't be Charlie if he didn't work with dragons. He still lived a single life in Romania.
Like was said before, Hermione lived with Molly and Arthur Weasley in the Burrow and against everyone's expectations. She used worked at the st. Mungo's as a healer instead of being someone in the ministry. She got every month a letter to ask or she was sure she didn't want to come to work there, but Hermione didn't feel like it. She had enough drama with politic problems in her years as teenage and didn't need anything of that now. At the moment she was unemployed, she hated to live in England. Every job she got offered was because that she was a heroine, not because what she could. Maybe she was good at the jobs, but everyone who was nice to her, was nice because they knew her from the papers and not from her. The last years she got a few jobs, but she all ended them, because her co-workers treated her like a heroine instead of a normal co-worker. She didn't see herself as a heroine and she hated it to be treated like that.
It was Christmas and Hermione was helping Molly out in the kitchen. They were making a Christmas dinner.
"I'm so glad Charlie and Bill could both find the time to visit us!" Molly her face shined, she loved it that her both sons would visit them. The rest of the time she missed them so much. Hermione was glad to see Molly so happy. She knew that she missed her dead son and she knew that it tear Molly apart to see Harry and Ron laying in the hospital beds. It tear her apart to see Harry mumbling to himself and to see Ron hitting everything that came to close. Except if it smelled like food. Hermione couldn't be happy during this time of the year. She missed Ron, his stupid comments, his laugh. He should be there, sitting in the living room. Laughing about something that one of brothers had said. Harry was also supposed to be there, his arms possessive around Ginny. She missed Fred; she missed all the pranks he used to do with George. Since the death of Fred, George didn't do that much more pranks. He knew how to make stuff for it, but he didn't do it that often himself anymore. Hermione missed to scream at the twin, about something they had done to her of to her cat. She missed to listen to an angry Molly, the screaming at her two sons. Molly stopped screaming at George, she did something about it, but she was just too happy that she hadn't lost George as well.
"Mom?" George walked the kitchen in. Hermione could here is daughter giggling in the other room.
"Yes, darling?"
"I was just wondering or I could do something. I saw that there wasn't any decoration yet." Molly smiled.
"Oh, yes. That's right dear. I was so busy preparing dinner that I totally forget that. Please, do that. O, darling. Could you ask the rest to come first to me, as they arrive, before they do something and then help you?" George nodded. Molly had become softer over the years. A few years back she wouldn't even think of letting George do the decoration. He always did some pranks with it, now she knew he would but she let him do it. Everything had changed.
"Sur, mom." George smiled at her and disappeared to the other room.
"Hermione, dear, could you please go to Arthur and ask or he could bring in the tree?" Hermione nodded. Arthur, he was also a strange case. Since the war he wasn't himself anymore. He couldn't handle losing two sons. It wasn't like Ron died, but they lost him. They lost him to craziness. Since Ron lay in the hospital Arthur got worked addicted. He was almost never at home and when he was, he was in his office or he was sleeping. Molly hated the sight, but there was nothing she could do about it. He would only snap at her if she said something about it.
"Arthur? George has arrived with Angelique and little Rose. He started with decorating the living room. We need the tree, could you bring it in?" Arthur looked up from the papers.
"Well, then I should do it, shouldn't I?" He looked irritated. He hated being distracted of working. Hermione knew why, while working you didn't need to think about anything else. But she also knew that also this helped Molly dying bit by bit.
She stayed a few more minutes in the office, before returning to the Kitchen to help Molly. She knew that the next few days would be horrible and hectic. She had to wear a mask every single stupid moment.
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