Preface:
The War was over. The headlines of The Daily prophet rung out Voldemort Defeated: everybody was celebrating, everybody except for one Miss Hermione Granger. Oh, she was happy alright, that Voldemort was dead and gone, never to return, happy that her friends were safe, happy that everything was as it should have been all the years she had been in school at Hogwarts. She just felt…off somehow. True, she had reason to feel off, for her she had no family, and barely any money to her name, but still.
Almost immediately after her best friend, Harry, had killed Voldemort, Hermione had gone to bring back her parents memories and take them home. She arrived at their home, had been practically running up the porch stairs of their new home, when she saw them.
They were happier than Hermione had seen them in a long time, and worse, her mother…carrying a child…more than one for all Hermione knew. A puppy played on the floor, and her parents danced in the middle of their living room. They had gone on with life without her, the spell having done its job, and were better off than if she had been with them. Hermione watched them for what seemed hours, dancing, loving, kissing, hugging, all without her, the daughter that they had raised and that had belonged with them for seventeen years. It seemed that the time for that had passed on though. With tears streaming down her face, Hermione ran down into the street, leaving her unknowing family behind her and disapparated on the spot.
