Disclaimer: As many of you know, I don't own Harry Potter. Nor will I ever.
Hermione sat on the window seat in her room. She looked out and it was raining. Raining sheets of rain and it wasn't lightening up either. It was feeling exactly how she was feeling. Alone and a little lost.
Ever since she came home from Hogwarts nothing had been the same. She hadn't heard anything from Harry and Ron was writing every so often. But when Hermione and Ron did write each other it was about Harry. She never said anything about what was going on at her home.
When Hermione had gotten home things were not going well. Her mother was sick and dieing. The doctors said she would have a few months left. With everything going on, Hermione was anything but her usual self. She felt like her world was falling apart and Hermione's world never, ever fell apart.
"Hermione? Sweetie?" Hermione turned to see her dad approaching her. He came and sat down next to her.
"Hermione, are you ok? I mean you haven't even touched your homework or anything. You've barely written to your friends. Is everything alright?" He knew that his daughter was upset about her mother but something else was bothering her.
"Daddy?" Hermione looked her father in the eyes and he saw the tears threatening to spill. "Why does it when my world falls apart it falls apart completely??" She then let all the tears fall. Her father pulled her into an embrace and he just held her. He didn't ask any more questions. He just sat there holding his lost daughter and thinking of the one thing that could help her.