Forget me not.
I remember.
Hermione sat in her room, at her small and warm window seat looking out at the stars. Looking, just looking like she had done when she had been a small child with no problems and nothing she desperately wanted to forget.
It was August 19th, but all Mya could think about was August 1st, that one day that had led her to be sitting at the window now. Mya moved her arms closer around herself and wrapped herself in a firm hug, it seemed as if she would never let go. In one week she would be leaving her home for the burrow, it was hard to think of this as her home now, after all that had happened. What would she say?She couldn't lie to her friends. She couldn't face him.
Mya swung her long legs back over the side of the seat and stood, still she looked out of the window facing the night dark and gloomy night sky. She held a hand over her stomach protectively and walked downstairs and into the bright kitchen. The house was empty, yet she knew she wasn't alone. Again she placed a hand on her stomach, but this time she looked down. What had she done?
'Hermione Jane Granger, Hogwarts no it all, frigid head girl' "Hah!" hermione laughed as she stirred the tea that she couldn't remember making. For their she was standing in her kitchen showing off a small but sure baby bump. Mya was thirteen weeks gone and so far only to people new. But in one week she was off to the burrow , people would see, people would know, then they'd find out about her mother.
School was finished now, after the great battle all who were left went back to school to complete their final year. They'd thought it was all over, but it had only just begun.
The week past in a slow blur until the day arrived that she would leave her childhood home, Mya trudged up to her room and took a long look. 'Wait something isn't right,' Mya thought as she noticed that she hadn't actually packed yet. Within no time and a couple of shrinking spells Mya was all packed and looked around her small and childish room. "Theirs no place for a baby in my life," she whispered, as if the room could here her, "im barley a child myself," she took a quick glance round the room as if expecting sympathy. "I'm sorry..." she whispered and with that she closed the oak door. Slowly she walked down the twisting stairs, dragging her bags behind her into the living room, where her father was sitting on the sofa, his hand occupied with a bottle of rum.
"Dad..." she said quietly yet questioningly "dad im leaving now," Mya paused and waited for a reply. Neil Granger turned around and simply stared at her, his eyes looked as if he didn't even know her.
"get gone! Theirs nothing else you can do to hurt me." he spat at her.
"Dad.. please.." she called pleadingly.
"Get out! I have no daughter, my daughter is dead just like her mother, you are no daughter of mine." he screamed at her whilst throwing his bottle at her which smashed at her feet. Mya ran out of the front door as fast as she could and didn't stop till she reached the end of the road. She stood flooded in her own tears and covered in rum, with a glass shared sticking out of her hand from where she had tried to block the bottle. But she wouldn't look back she couldn't turn around. So covered in rum, tears and blood she apperated.
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