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Without a Home: Chapter 1

The water swirled around Hermione's feet. Making her feet squish as she walked down the wet pavement. Her feet were numb from the chilly water soaking into her weathered shoes. Looking down she cringed at all of the holes.

She remembered when she had bought those white sneakers. Back when everything was O.K. When she wasn't alone out here in this world that she had never knew she would end up in. This world she should have never known. Never experienced.

Now her shoes were brown. Not pure white like they once were. They were tainted. Stained with dirt, mud, and who knows what. It was a stain that she had the burden of carrying around for the rest of her life. Since there was probably no chance that she would ever be able to buy new shoes. 'I can't even afford to feed myself,' she thought as she heard her stomach growl.

The brown stain on her once-upon-a-time-white-sneakers was more than just a stain. It was a memory. A memory that she couldn't get rid of that always seemed to creep into her head. Even in her sleep she would dream of her past. She would dream of her life before it all happened. Hermione swallowed the growing lump in her throat. It always hurt to think of 'it'. The thing that had brought her to this point in her life and then what did it do? It ditched her in this horrible place. It was like a tornado had swept her off of her feet and left her with nothing to hold on to. Leaving her defenseless in this horrible world that seemed was here just to torture her in misery.

She was so alone in this world. No one was there to stand by her side and tell her it was going to be okay. No one was there for her to talk to. No shoulder to cry on. No one was there for her. She had lost everyone who ever meant anything at all to her. She was left with no one. She hadn't seen anyone she had known for at least year. No one since 'it' had happened. It was fine with her though; she didn't want people to see her like this.

No she could not allow people to see her looking like this. So different from how she used to be. So different from the Hermione they all knew. The Hermione who had been bound to have a great future with so many possibilities. With her brains and all she had been guaranteed to get a good job as a healer or possibly a potions master. She was guaranteed to be successful in life doing whatever job she wished. After all she had been "The brightest witch of her age".

Now it seemed everyone had forgotten the brilliant Hermione. Hermione, who had a big impact on helping Harry get past Voldermort. Hermione, who had been given the title "brightest witch of her time". Now everyone had forgotten about her.

Hermione continued to walk on through the rain. Looking down at her muddy shoes and ever so often looking up to see the disgusted faces of people who noticed her appearance. She saw people whisper, point fingers, and even wrinkle their noses in disgust at her.

Sighing she looked into a shop window and heard her stomach growl at the sight of so much food. Cakes, loaves of bread, cookies, pies, and so much more were piled up behind the glass. They looked so good and nothing could spoil the sight of so much food. Well except her reflection on the spotless glass.

Her lips drew into a frown at the sight. Her hair was matted and greasy. Instead of it's natural light brown shade it had become dark from not being washed. Her creamy colored skin was covered with patches of mud and dirt. Her caramel-colored eyes were dull and lifeless. Her clothes were a faded gray color. Ripped and stained; they were not a big fashion statement.

Sighing she walked away from the shop. She didn't want to even see her appearance anymore. Her reflection seemed to scream at her. It was screeching out terrible words that she did not want to hear like "homeless" and "worthless" inside her head. It was like an annoying song that you can't get out of your head.

Perhaps tomorrow she would walk around on the streets. Searching for money people may have dropped.

She continued to walk until she got to this old movie theater. It was very rundown and very few people ever went there to watch movies. Even though the prices were the cheapest in town not many people liked rundown movie theaters. They weren't exactly enjoyable as they were not very clean.

Walking behind the theater she laid down. This is where she always slept. No one ever went back here so no one could complain about where she lived.

She tossed and turned for hours, but she could not sleep. The image of her reflection in the shop window haunted her. She hated the person she had become. She hated herself. She was always running from her past. Running from herself. Always trying to forget what happened. Always trying to forget who she was today; who the present Hermione was. Yet she couldn't forget who she was. She constantly was thinking about it.

She dreaded each day knowing that no one would save her from the state she was in today. Knowing this was the way she was going to die. Living a pathetic life and dying a pathetic death.

Every night she tried to shake every horrible thought from her head. Erase every bad thought and memory. Replace everything with more positive thoughts. Tonight she had to search her head for something good to think about.

Finally she fell asleep thinking about how she would search around the streets tomorrow till she had enough money to go back to that little bakery shop she saw today. She would buy a huge loaf of bread and eat it until there wasn't even a single crumb left.

Yet tomorrow would be no normal day. Tomorrow things would slowly begin to change. Tomorrow her world would never be the same again. Tomorrow was the ending of one life and the begging of another.