"No, not this one……no, broken…..too moldy…..people and their pointless wasting………no,…..there is no decency in this, I'll never find it……no…..no….no…..and, YES!" A light blush colored the girls cheeks, it was night already in the Kavalon Alley in London, it was a calm and humid night, couples walking past every now and then, people watching the girl shuffling old cans through that garbage cans. She was used to the stares, the difusted looks, the cruel sneers, everything, she was faced with it. Her braided hair fell off her shoulder, it could have reached her hip from all the neglected trimmings, with a short grunt the young woman lifted the bulging black plastic bag over her shoulder, cursing in the process, she would get enough money tonight for a sandwich at the nearest local store. Calmly she marched her way out of the dark alley, humming the newest number one listing that she had heard off the radio, her brown eyes radiating by the moonlight, her old run down skirt swished along with her sure strides, her worn army boots with the laces half missing clanged their way through, the girls mind was elsewhere from the present moment.
"Why don't you get a job, Mia." The 20 year old man that worked at the 24 hour Stop-In right on Cresent Street had known the girl for some time now, everyday around 10 o'clock she stopped by with her large black bag full of cans, her face always carrying the same pleasant smile and her eyes still stayed dormant every time she came, never once did he see her eyes brighten up to their true color, they stayed a dull brown. The girl simply shook her head, the little curls from her hair lightened in the bright light, "Francis, you haven't the bloodiest clue of how many times I've heard people say that to me, it's quite a cliché." Her voice was monotone, he was used to it very well, "But, Mia, where is all this going to? You aren't going to be doing this all your life! I mean, people like you always get a chance at getting a job." His passion amused the girl, flipping her fingers on the white counter top, her dirty hands looked like stains on it, " Francis, Im telling you, you do not understand." That signaled the end of it, the only things that Francis knew about Mia was, well, her name and that she had been homeless for quite some time. He gave her the money in exchange for the cans, and before he looked up from the cash register, the glass door had swung shut.
"Why won't I get a job, I ask you, I have all the qualifications, but what is stopping me? Oh I almost forgot, I was banished from the only place where I could live…." The few people that over heard the girl only stared, the girl was clearly not right in the head, she knew what they were thinking, but she didn't care, all her life from the moment at the age of 18 when she had done the betrayal she was on the streets, London, France, Warsaw, Italy, all familiar and visual to her, she was there, and now, she was back. " Harry, if only you knew…." More stares, she sat down slowly, let herself slide across the stone wall, scraping her raged clothing in the process, a sad and distant smile pressed itself to her lips. Throwing the brown blanket over her head, she curled into a ball, " Ron, you never ever knew, you'll never know…." Sighing, she crushed the money to her chest, eyes slowly drooping, all dark at the moment, she ignored the piercing street light, lisping herself into a dream world. " Is only the whole world knew that real reason why Hermione Granger disappeared…."Then there was silence….
A/N: just to tell you, I never finish my stories…