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Hermione couldn't stop the tears coming down as, she heard her dead parents' will. She could have protected them better but, she didn't and this was the result of her not doing a better job of protecting them. She hadn't told anyone about their death seeing as everyone had lost someone that was important and the Weasley's were grieving for the lost of Fred.
It hurts to know that now when, she goes inside the house that her parents wouldn't be greeting her nor when she wakes up to the smell of her mother's cooking and her parents constant arguing. She knew that she couldn't live in the house and she couldn't sell it, maybe, she could put it for rent.
She couldn't tell Harry about her parents' death because, he would automatically blame himself for their death and she didn't want him to close himself again. She could always go to Mystic Falls, the town where her mother had grew up and the town that she ran away from. Hermione never did understood, why her mother ran away from the town since, it was a perfectly normal town.
Whenever, she asked her mother about this, her mother would have that far away look and tell her that the town have secrets that she should have had never learnt. Hermione had never understood that part and always wanted to know about this secret but, her mother had always kept a tight lip about it.
"You also inherited your grandparents' house in Mystic Falls," said her parent's lawyer; snapping her from her thoughts. Hermione nodded at Mrs. Johnson, who gave her a look of pity which made her angry, the woman in front of her didn't understand the pain she is enduring. She doesn't care that she lost her parents, all she cares about was doing her job.
It would be a great just to get out of this country and just to be a normal girl or as a normal as she can be which made her nearly chuckle but luckily she didn't, since she heard about the money that she inherited from her parents. Her eyes started to widen when she heard how much money that her parents have given her.
She had always knew that her family were a bit well off but, she didn't know how rich her family were until she read the exact figure in the bank and gave her the bank accounts to her for her to see when he saw the disbelief in the young witch's eyes when she read out the number to Hermione.
"You're sure that all the money is for me?" asked Hermione; still in shock. Mrs. Johnson chuckled at her question and nodded; Robert and Jean weren't slackers and made sure that they raised their daughter the same way. She could feel the anger and sadness from the girl in front of her and remembered when life was easy for the young girl.
"Yes and now about the house, what are you planing to do with it?" asked Mrs. Johnson. Hermione thought about the house; where most of her happiest memories were in that house and some of her saddest memories were in that house and thinking about it give her great sadness, it will be better to rent it out until she feels that she is ready to live in the house without feeling like there is a hole in her heart.
"Rent it," answered Hermione.
"Very well," said Mrs. Johnson. After two hours of talking about the will, the meeting was finished and Hermione immediately went to buy the next plane ticket to America; she needed to get out of here fast and the faster she gets a plane ticket out, the better. But, first she needs to draw out some money from her account and take her things from the house.
Hermione smiled sadly at the pictures of her and her parents; she will never have anymore pictures of her parents neither would she be able to have fight with her parents nor would she be able to have long debates with them about politics or her mother trying to teach her how to cook and she really meant tries. Even, as a child, she had never had the talent for cooking like her mother.
She went to the basement to find things that, she would need and started to curse when, she tripped over something. She opened the lights and looked down to see, what she had tripped over and saw that she tripped over a book. Hermione picked up the book and blew the dust away.