The images of the past six years were shown on the wide screen television of her mind. The days from first year, when she would sit and do homework at the table alone. The time when they saved the Sorcers Stone. Then came the memories of second year. She had feared for her life every day that year, and then one-day those two beady eyes of the Basilisk reflected in her mirror. Then the days of third year when she found that Professor Lupin was a werewolf. The days of fourth year flickered in her mind. Fearing Harry's life in the Triwizard tournament, dating Victor Krum, and hearing the chilling news that Voldemort was back with Cedric's dead body as proof. The days in fifth year filled with the memories of the DA and of Sirius' death. The latest memories of last year were still open wounds. All of the deaths, curses and finding out about Harry's job to destroy the Hocruxes of Voldemort. That was what bothered her lately, a seventeen year old witch should not have to deal with the things her and her friends had been through.

The rain splattered against the windowpane causing an eerie gloom. The pavement bellow shined like ghostly silver. What a gloomy morning, even though the day is so young, she thought to herself. She closed the old green curtains and went down stairs to fetch the tea she loved so much.

When she was finished, she decided to write to Harry for the fourth time that week. She knew he would not respond, for he was too busy with the Hocruxes and too depressed to even think of her. Professor Lupin or Remus as she had come to know him, had written telling her that Harry was locking himself in the Library away from the commotion of the Order because his business was as important as the Order was to the defeat of Voldemort

Dear Harry,

Please write back this time. Ronald and I told you that we would do what ever we can to help with the search for the Hocruxes including dropping out of school. Please let us help we area team. I have the theory, you have the practical and Ron has the strategies. By the way, Ronald and I broke up. I need a smart mature man, not someone like our little won won. It wont help to keep ignoring us, you know it wont.

Sincerely Yours,

Hermione G

There, Hermione said to herself. If Harry does not respond then at least Remus will.

Hermione spent the rest of the day studying about the Witches of Oz, Galinda the good and Elphaba the misunderstood. Elphaba reminded her of herself, smart and willing to take risks.

By the time her new owl Maureen fluttered through the window it was around eight o'clock p.m.

Dear Hemione,

Harry still wont read his mail. Why don't you come over anyway? I am sure that you have some ideas about the Hocruxes that will be very helpful indeed. I will come to get you soon.

Your Friend,

Remus Lupin AN/- Yeah hi, this is thephantomsredrose. Please Review. First RL/HG fanfic

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