Hey guys, this is my second story on Fan fiction! I'm so excited to be writing again and I really hope you like this! Its a remake of the seventh book, and Voldemort has died (thanks to Dumbledore) in the sixth book. It's also in Hermionie's POV I will add some "Sevmione" in a lot, so be warned! Usually the chapters will be longer but it felt like a good place to stop. New chapters will be up soon so Read & Review, please! ily3
Coming back to Hogwarts was always an experience every year, just being friends with Harry Potter was an experience to last a lifetime. After Voldemort was demolished by Dumbledore last year we all breathed a sigh of relief, maybe me more than anyone else. It's exhausting trying to be my best while going on crazy adventures. But this year will be different, calm, my last year at Hogwarts. I see Harry knock on my from my window, so I rush down to answer it. Pushing my parents out of the way in the process of opening the door and throwing myself into Harry's arms. He looks surprised by the display of affection. "You ready to go?" he squeezes out, even though I'm hugging him hard enough that he probably was having trouble breathing. "Yeah, let me grab my stuff," I say trying to catch my breath. I rush upstairs to my room, my dad trying to keep up behind me.
As we load all my things into Harry's car, I kiss my mum and dad goodbye, and we're off to the Burrow. "Harry, where did you get the car?" I ask him after realizing the Dursley's would never give him one. "It's the Weasley's, it can apparate to the house." As if on cue, I see the Burrow appear in front of us, and Ginny waving frantically at Harry and me. I jump out and hug her along with the rest of her red-haired clan as they slowly file out of the house. Harry is left with Ron to get the bags, but he seems happy to do it, so I let him be.
I smile awkwardly at Ron, across from the table. Memories of our break up over the summer flash through my mind, but I tuck it away so I can add into the conversation about Bill and Fleur's wedding. My smile grows just from the thought of everyone coming together before school for such a happy celebration. I drag Ginny away from Harry's affectionate eyes so I can show her my dress. It's mid thigh, covered in emerald green lace and a sweetheart neckline. Ginny gawks at the sight of that. "Oh my goodness, Hermione, that's gorgeous! And expensive!" She said looking at the price tag. Her mouth formed the shape of an o. "Present from my parents." I say admiring it.
Harry and Ron knock on the door and remind us it's lights out due to the wedding the next day, so Ginny and I climb into her queen size bed and fall asleep to the sound of Fred and George's practical joke toys going off, every five minutes, and then to the sound of Mrs. Weasley screaming about how people were trying to sleep and how they were being much too loud. Ginny and I chuckled in unison before drifting off.