She was going back. She knew that, no matter what Harry and Ron where doing, she was going back.
Earlier that summer before she had gone over to the Weasley's, Professor McGonagall had knocked on Hermione's house door inviting her to lunch. Naturally, since this was a teacher offering Hermione lunch she didn't wish to refuse and thus found herself sitting at a muggle café, that she had recommended, across from Professor McGonagall.
"My dear you look wonderful, I see all your scrapes and scrapes have healed nicely, are your parents alright, not too mad at you for sending them to Australia I would hope?" The Professor asked.
"They haven't quite forgiven me for that, I've been forced into helping at their dentist office," at that last remark Professor McGonagall looked very puzzled, "it's a place where muggle's go and get their teeth fixed up," she added quickly, helping the Professor understand.
"Well now, enough with small talk, I suppose you are wondering why I have invited you to lunch."
Hermione nodded her head.
"The Ministry has agreed on the teachers propositions to reopen Hogwarts, and since you didn't get you final year of education due to…"cough" the previous events we have suffered, I am here to personally offer you your final year of education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She finished, "oh and of course if you do accept you will be given the honor of being our Head Girl. "
Hermione just sat, taking in the thought of going back to Hogwarts, all the memories, all the pain, death, sadness, and the place where she had last felt afraid. How could she ever make herself go back there?
The Professor must have seen the look of fear on her face because just then she whispered, "you wouldn't be alone, Miss Granger. Luna Lovegood, Ginney Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and more than half of the school have accepted their return to Hogwarts."
"And what of Harry and Ron?" She asked.
"I have spoken to them already and I'm afraid they've hade enough of school and will not coming back to Hogwarts." She said her face dropping, "Why don't you let me know your decision later, I'm sure you will be able to get hold of an owl while you are at the Weasley's this weekend. But please do consider, a witch of your talent does need a proper education, and I know that you miss that library." She finished smiling to her own remark.
"I will, trust me," Hermione said smiling as she stood up from the table.
"You might want to get along, I believe the Weasley's where picking you up at 1:00 my dear," McGonagall said.
"How did she know this", Hermione thought to herself, while checking her watch. She was right, it was 12:00 and she hadn't even begun to think about packing. She thanked Professor McGonagall and started walking home, when she looked back to where she had been sitting, in the Professors spot was a cat. Hermione smiled to herself and ran home to pack for the funeral this weekend.