Disclaimer: I don't and never will own the masterpiece Harry Potter.
I jolted awake with beads of sweats running down my forehead. Groaning, I flipped my lamp on. The nightmare always made me paranoid. I was terrified of the dark, and I had every right to be. Bad things happened in the dark.
Well, not to mother. It never happened. To me it did, and it stung that she offered no comfort.
No matter what I went through in the war, this was the most traumatic thing that ever happened. I would trade nightmares for the war in a split second. Things are never that easy, though. I had to live with it, but it seemed to weigh me down in everyday.
My anxiety took control, and I dragged myself out of bed. You all must expect that I would go over to the bookcase in my room, don't you? Well, you are completely wrong. I rummaged through my drawers and grabbed a pair of workout shorts and a tank top. Yep, I was going to go workout.
What?
You would never expect know-it-all Hermione Granger to care about her health, would you?
In many ways I don't. Considering, the last thing I ate was a piece of apple, and that was couple days ago.
You must be shocked that I have problems that know one knows about. You would be shocked to hear my story. Believe me, you would.
I tied my hair in a tight bun and reached for my phone and earphones. I selected the workout play list, stuffed my earphones into my ears, and silently slipped out of my home.
It was around 6:30 so it wasn't too dark. I started out at a steady jog and gradually moved to a sprint. I passed the usual dog walkers and the occasional runner. All thoughts escaped me as I focused on the steady pace of each foot hitting the pavement.
Around an hour later I slipped into my house. Praying that they had already left, I let out a sigh of relief when I reached the restroom without being caught. My parents had not yet caught my daily runs, and I didn't plan to be caught anytime soon. I didn't have to worry about it anymore, though. I was leaving for my last year of Hogwarts today. A slight grin found its way to my face, as I remember me being assigned as the Head Girl.
Hopefully, Harry or Ron would be the Head Boy.
Taking a quick shower, I got dressed. A simple gray and black button up shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, and black converse. I would change into my robes on the train.
I took the bun out and let the curls tumbled down to rest on my middle back. I applied, my usual makeup routine. Foundation, brown eyeshadow, mascara, concealer, and a natural lipstick.
I wandered around my house, silently saying goodbye to my parents. They left for work without acknowledging the fact that I was leaving today.
They didn't care. What did I expect?
Glancing at my watch, I took the stairs two at a time. I screeched to a halt when I reached my luggage that was waiting for me at the front door. I took the suitcase in my hand and apparted to King Cross Station.
Excitement consumed me. I was going home, finally. Where my friends were, my real family.
I basically skipped to platform 9 3\4. I threw a quick glance behind my shoulders and made sure no one was watching. No one was so I ran.
A huge grin appeared when I saw the huge Hogwarts Express.
I was going home.
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