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A strange child
In the dead of the night, she longed for his warm embrace. She would remember while shifting in her bed, that however awkward he would feel; Harry would always hug her with sincerity, with a silent promise to be there always.
She did not have that luxury here. In this new world, where she awoke after her daring – and she can almost hear Ron shouting – barking mad feat of magic; Hermione was alone.
If asked, she would claim that she would do it all over again. She would forever pour into books in the Blacks' library until she stumbled upon a long forgotten spell. She would again spend sleepless nights deciphering the cryptic runes and even longer hours considering using it and making endless lists of pros and cons.
Yes, Hermione would certainly recast that spell; even when it condemned her to never see her loved ones again, to be banned from her realm never to return; for it meant Harry would not have blood on his hands and all those left behind would get to live in peace.
Nonetheless, in the land of Westeros where fate had deemed fit to send her, Hermione craved her best friends' gentle words and unspoken yet tangible devotion.
She was born again, past six name days now but she was a lonely child. Her many brothers and sisters did not understand her nor did they want to and if her childlike mind resented them for it, she also knew that she could not really fault them for it.
She had been through war; lived for almost a year on the verge of starvation and had been tortured almost to the point of insanity. As hard as she tried and as foggy the memories of her old life could sometimes be; she could never be like them whose only worry was not to displease their lord father.
She heard the whispers and felt the stares and learned to accept them for they reminded her who she was: a witch, a part of the Golden Trio. And if that meant she was known as the bizarre child of the lord of the castle, then so be it.
Maya Frey, formerly Hermione Granger, was proud of it.