It was cold outside, but I felt a new day arising. It was still dark, but in order to make the Hogwarts Express on time, I realised that it was time to get up. This was my seventh year, my last year, and most likely the biggest, for Voldemort had taken his last breathe in the long and laborious Battle of Hogwarts. A lot has happened, and nothing will ever be the same. I was excited to see Harry, and my significant other, Ron. It was different between us, because Ron and I had opened our feelings for each other, that, apparently had been hidden for many years.
As I got dressed, and ready to get out the door, I realised that my mother hasn't seen Ron after he became my boyfriend, so I thought I'd talk to her, "Mum?"
My mother walked into my room, and replied, "You're almost packed! I can't believe you're off to your last year at Hogwarts!" I couldn't believe it either, because Hogwarts was almost completely destroyed last year.
It was getting late, and the sun had begun to rise, so I had to make this statement, "Mum, you know Ron Weasley?" My mother nodded, and I stood back, "Well, last year, in the Battle of Hogwarts, Ron and I... We kissed. And I believe we are now a couple. And I want you to meet him, again, as you know, my... Uh... Boyfriend." My mum was taken aback, "Boyfriend? I thought you two were best friends." Obviously she wasn't getting the point, "We were, but I've liked him for a long time now, and he has liked me, so, we finally let the cat out of the bag." I replied with a soft chuckle. This seemed okay to mother, for she replied with, "Well, it would be lovely to see Ronald again. It would be after your father's out of the hospital." I blushed with pink, because my father was in the hospital because he had gotten his memory erased, rubbish it seemed like now.
My trunk was shut now, and the sun was visible over the hills, and before I left I felt a hand pull my shoulder back, "Now, Hermione, don't do too much snogging!" I blushed again, and hugged mum, and off I went.
It was a, what seemed to be, longer journey to King's Cross Station than what it usually was. Maybe it was because I was so anxious, because it had been too long since I had seen Hogwarts, and it was in flames the last time I saw it, and I couldn't wait for it to be renewed. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, and a nervous chill down my spine, and I thought to myself, "You're Hermione Granger, you don't get nervous about school!" But then I realised that it was okay to be nervous, and it was such a raucous year last year, and we lost so many lives, that have changed us all. Who were going to be our new teachers? And could we live without grieving? And I suddenly felt an ache in my heart about seeing Fred Weasley pass, and his family there, by his side, grieving. And for Remus and Tonks, for their love only shortly lasted, and Harry to be Teddy's godfather. There was a lot on our plate to deal with, and not just our N.E.W.T.S., which I was also worried about. This was a new year, but we will not forget the lives we've seen leave.