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Prologue

Hermione stares at the gleaming red Hogwarts Express train. She stares for a good 10 minutes now not knowing exactly what to do. Just stare. Unblinking. Well, that's new for everyone. Hermione Granger never caught herself off-guard let alone never know what to do. She always knew what to do. She's the know-it-all-bushy-hair-Granger that keeps a color-coded schedule of her for the whole year.

She never thought that she's having a chance to go back at Hogwarts let alone have the chance to finish her studies. After the defeat of Voldemort, everyone was celebrating, happily singing and dancing to rejoice the fall of the darkest wizard known in the magical world. Everyone was. Except for a certain Hermione Granger. She's mourning. Crying her heart out. She had done everything to protect them but the fate was always playing with her. Merlin knows how she Oblivated her parents just to hide them from Voldemort. But the odds exactly aren't in her favor. As always, the fate never favored her. The consequences and burden she carried during that time letting her parents live without them the knowledge of having a daughter tears her heart and soul every time.

"It's for their own good. One day they will understand." She always keeps that in her mind. But how are they going to understand now? They're not even here anymore to greet and be proud of their daughter for the role she played just to defeat the Dark Lord and preserve a brighter and safer future for everyone. They're gone. They're gone to a place where she cannot reach them. I place where she cannot reach by just riding a bus. A place where they cannot hear her even if she screamed her lungs loud. There's no chance of getting there. No chance and it break her heart knowing that there's nothing she can do to have her parents back.

"Are you alright Hermione?" Deep in her thought that she didn't hear Ginny approach her.

She just shrugged her shoulder and give her a half smile that didn't reach her eyes afraid that by answering the red hair Weasley beside her, she'll broke down and cry her heart out again. She's been like that for 3 months. Crying, locking herself away from her friends, refusing to talk, refusing to take medications and even refusing to eat. In short she's refusing to live her life. And after a good 30 minutes screaming and lecturing she got from Ron and Harry, she'd learn to compose herself and live her life again.

"Who are you?! Give Hermione back to us!" A very furious Ron screamed at her after she refused to join them during dinner for the nth time. They're in the Burrow after Mrs. Weasley insisted that she should stay with them after everything that happens.

"Hermione, you're not the only one that experiencing lost!" It's Harry this time but as usual she just stares at them wide eyes as if they're growing pink horns in their heads. "Everyone did Hermione! Everyone did! So get your lazy arse down there because everyone is worried about you!"

"Look at yourself! The Hermione we all know is strong! Not weak! Not the one who locks herself to the whole world and refused to acknowledged everyone including her so-called friends! Including my parents you called your second parents." Ron retorted back to her very red faced matching his hair.

At the mention of the word parents, Hermione lose it. "I lost my parents! You don't know how it feels! You don't know - "

"Of course we know it Hermione! We lost Fred! Harry lost his parents also when he's still a baby but you! You're lucky enough to know your parents and live with them for a long time."

That statement has taken her aback. They sat in silence for a short time until Harry speaks. "Ron's right Hermione. It's been bloody 3 months. I'm not saying that you should let go of them but at least try to move on."

Ron trusts to her hand a mirror. "Look at you." And she resists the urge to yelp at her state. Her hair bushier than ever for lack of bath. Dark circles forming in her eyes for too much crying and lack of sleep and she's thinner than she can ever recall. "Not liking what you're seeing right? Come' on Hermione. Cheer up! Sulking is not doing you any good. Where's our pretty/intelligent/bossy Hermione?"

Hermione smiles at that. Knowing that she is still being loved and cared. It's awful of her to shut them away from her.

"So? Dinners ready. You're coming right?" Harry offered his hand to her smiling.

She forced a smile and nodded her head. "Sure. But after I take a bath."

So that's the start and little by little she learns to compose herself again with the help of her friends of course.

"I'm alright Gin." Hermione answered. "I'm just so glad to be back."

"Hermione, Ginny! Come on. We save you a seat" Harry called to them already inside the train.

They made their way through the train entrance until Hermione stops. Hot bloods make its way through her head the moment she saw a tall Hogwarts student with a mop of blonde head he called his hair. Anger filled her temple and she fights the urge to reach for her wand. He's staring at her. An amuse expression etched in his face. She didn't quite place that reaction. Hard-gray eyes. Emotionless. Blank. Staring at her. But there's a simple thought that's forming in her head.

"Draco Malfoy. You murdered my parents. Now, I will kill you."

Authors Note: So what do you think? Should I continue this story? Chapter 2 is up.. Let me know what you think. See that lovely review button down there? Just click it.. Review? Pretty please..?