Twist of Fate
You don't choose your fate. It chooses you...
Summary: Fate? She definitely does not believe in that nonsense. But she doesn't know that one day; it will bring them back together.
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A/n: I'm going to be very busy… Schoolwork and all, but I'll try to update every week! …Well, umm not always every week, but I'll try to keep up!
Fate... Destiny... These two have something in common. They often play a part in one's life. A vital part. They get to choose what is in store for you; Mirth... Despair... Success... Failure... And you must live that life they chose. What is so puzzling is that how come they seldom do what you wish for. Sometimes, however, what you wish for comes true... Unexpectedly.
It was dusk already. She had been walking around the park for about two hours now. She just couldn't find a way in order to clear her mind, get her questions answered and live her flourishing life well and contentedly.
She was successful, triumphant and all the things one could ever ask for. She was one of the editors of the Evening Prophet, she co-owned a bookstore, and was head of the Department for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, a new department of the Ministry. She owned and lived in a quaint cottage in a wizarding village. She helped defeat the most feared of all dark wizards almost ten years ago. She had just about everything. Nearly everything. Yes, she had friends; friends she often owled and seldom saw, due to the fact that her duties and responsibilities were many.
Yet she still felt incomplete. Incomplete as if something was missing... Lost.
A tiny snowflake fell down and settled on her cheek. Her warm brown eyes stared at the gray sky. The chilly late November air prodded her to wrap her coat around instinctively. She trudged on slowly, glancing at passersby and the seemingly lifeless structure of the trees. Somehow, even if she was surrounded by crowds, she somehow felt alone. She was absolutely missing something in her life.
After a few more hours traipsing in the chilly village park, she reached the door of Number 32 Belladonna Lane. Her home.
She inserted her key, turned the doorknob, went in and closed the door. Her living room was cozy and inviting, with shades of scarlet and gold, it looked like the common room in Hogwarts.
"Meow...," a cat purred quietly.
"Hello there, Ginger, missed me," she greeted warmly.
She picked up the ginger-colored cat, who looked almost like her cat back in her Hogwarts days. Ginger was her cat's granddaughter, and she still hadn't changed her fondness for cats a bit. She opened a can of cat food and set in on Ginger's bowl. She didn't feel like eating, so she made herself a cup of tea and went to the mantelpiece.
There she saw photos, photos of her friends, her family and herself. There she was at eleven; she received her Hogwarts letter; there again she was with her family, at the age of eight. Apart from these two, all the others were moving pictures. Almost all of them showed her with her two best friends in Hogwarts. But there was one wherein there was herself and a redhead, one of her best friends, laughing, giggling and smiling while it was snowing near the lake. Their last picture in Hogwarts together. After graduation, she seldom saw him; the last was five years ago when he was assigned to America for an Auror mission, together with their other best friend.
She sighed deeply, took another sip of the scalding hot tea and stared at the flames in the fireplace. She was missing something... Something important; significant... Or was she missing someone? Just then she remembered a passage from a book: "Just when you think you have everything, you realize something's missing...".
Oh, there was a lot of truth in that sentence, if only they knew.
After she gulped down the last unpleasantly cold dregs of tea, she bade Ginger goodnight and went to her room. Her room was a light shade of blue, yet it looked awfully dark when it was night. Breathing deeply, she flicked on the lights at a wave of her wand. She looked around the room and at one of the elegant dark mahogany bookcases was something that caught her eye: her old, tattered copy of "Hogwarts, a History". She got it and flipped through the pages. Lots of memories came flooding back to her. She remembered every detail; every staircase; every classroom in her former school. She remembered all the things that happened to them in their seven years of schooling there. Beaming serenely, she went through the yellowed, worn pages of her book. After a while she closed the frayed book, replaced it on the shelf warily and snuggled into bed.
What happened to the three of them, she thought. They were close through Hogwarts, yet now, it seemed as though they did not exist in her world anymore. It was like they suddenly vanished; disappeared.
She looked out the window and gazed outside. Why weren't they the trio they once were, she asked herself. What happened? Was it fate? Destiny?
"Oh, rubbish! I don't believe that nonsense! I never have, and never will!", she argued to herself quietly, while playing with the edge of her bedspread. "There is always a logical explanation for everything that is happening. I've read an adequate number of books to prove that."
Debating whether what happened was fate or just a way of life, she suddenly saw a fleeting glimpse of certain red-haired person flash across her mind. It caused her to smile briefly and disregard all her queries and arguments for a while.
As she closed her eyes to sleep, she only thought of one person. The person who was missing in her life. The person she missed the most. The missing piece in her almost-perfect life.
That chilly winter night, twenty-seven year old Hermione Jane Granger dreamed of no other than a certain Ronald Weasley.
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