This is my first Harry Potter FanFic. So go easy on me? Please? So anyways, enjoy it. OH NO! I've forgotten to do the disclaimer! Why don't you do it Sirius?

Sirius: Ok. If Hessie owned us then I wouldn't be dead. So no she doesn't own us. :'( But I wish she did.

Me: Thanks Sirius!

Tears cascaded from Hermione's eyes. The dripped from the end of her nose, fell from her chin, they went everywhere. She was alone in her room, or at least her muggle room. She felt almost as drenched in misery as her clothes were in tears. Littering the floor of her cream coloured room were old Daily Prophets and letters from Harry and Ron. All thoroughly read in hope of comforting her.

She felt so alone in the world. The memory-wipe jinx she had inflicted on her parents had backfired and now was irreversible. Her parents would never know who she was. Even her own family thought all three of them were dead. It was better that way after all. She couldn't confide the past year with them anyway. The last thing she wanted was too be pitied by her Great Aunt Barbara (whom she truly despised).

The council had labelled her house, 'For Sale' due to the sudden disappearence of her parents. But since everyone was scared of the house because of the rumours associated with her parents disappearence there had been no interest.

Hermione was bitterly pleased about this. It meant she could visit it anytime she wanted, without fear of being walked in on by picky buyers. Every so often, she got up and surveyed the house, reminiscing her childhood. Her parents room brought her to hysterics, and so to stop herself being tempted she had locked it magically, so that even 'Alohamora' couldn't open it.

At the moment, it was mid-morning in the beginning of Summer. The war had ended and the entire magical world was celebrating insanely. They had found a reason too mark everyday as a holiday. This included: Harry Potter's Birthday, The Day You-Know-Who was Destroyed (Now known as YKW Destruction Day), Ron's Birthday, Her own and for some reason Mrs Weasley's.

Since most of this involved being surrounded by family and friends she had decided it was time too visit her childhood home for a few days, and then find herself a home in the Wizarding World. Today was the last day she had decided to stay. And even leaving it had reduced her to a tearful mess. Finally she got up from her position on her bare bed and strode down stairs. It was a wise decision to take the back-door, so as not to arise suspicion. She un-hatched the door and closed it behind her whispering.

"Goodbye."

The overgrown garden lay before her. The grass had grown up to her knees and the flowerbeds were taken over by weeds. Slowly she walked too the swing-set that she played on as a child and sat down. Taking one last brave look at her home and apparated.

With a resounding crack, she arrived at the Burrow. Hoping that she hadn't missed much of the celebrations. At that moment, the room was empty. Old firecrackers and other party mess were strewn across the floor. She chuckled. Even Mrs Weasley was too excited to care about the state of the room.

She began upstairs, hoping to surprise Ron. As she came to the door into his room, she looked down smoothing down her black t-shirt and jeans. It was one she had bought when she went to an My Chemical Romance concert in her fourth year. Over her time at Hogwarts she had missed music. It was the Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge icon. She prefered it too The Black Parade anyway.

Slowly she creaked open the door and looked inside. But alas. No-one was there. Her eyes darted across to where Harry slept. He wasn't there either. Her heart started racing. Maybe she should check the clock downstairs, so she bolted to the kitchen.

Panicking, she looked at the clock that showed where everyone was. She was transfixed on Ron's more than anyone elses and let out a scream when she saw where it was pointed. Everyone elses was pointing at 'Camping'. But his...

Bwahaha I do love cliffies : D R&R please! I'm begging you! This is just the beginning and I'll update by tommorow. PROMISE. Unless I die tonight. But that probably won't happen. Too bad. Anyway.

LUV U ALL!

PEACE OUT!

Hessie x