Hermione stood on the edge of the Burrows wards, Her heart didn't ache nor did it move, She felt empty and lifeless, She had always been someones something or someone to have never herself. Voldemort was dead Harry had asked Ginny out as soon as he could and Ginny through all of the pain of people dieing she said yes and was happy.
Ron was expecting her to love him but did she? That was her question did she really love him or did she feel like she had too because everyone expected it even Ron. "'Mione are you alright?"Ron asked her one glance she knew what he was going to ask and it made her heart sink "Yeah just thinking"She told him, Hermione felt like a person walking to the gallows, Its not suppose to feel like this She told herself as she back away from him and them she aparated away.
A Graveyard, cold and desolate just how she felt, wrapping her shaw tighter she walked along looking over the stones that held as a remembrance for the dead, What was she suppose to do now? Go to Hogwarts get a degree in some apprenticeship...no ,She couldn't do that everyone expected her to do that. Hermione walked into a small stone angel with a small gravestone covered with leaves, She knelt down and cleared the leaves away "Amy my angel that never could spread her wings"She whispered reading from the small stone.
A baby girl, someone's baby Hermiones heart then decided to clench, On her hands and knees she moved away the leaves she knew that she could just simply wave her wand but she wanted to do it the muggle way no the normal way to her. Hermione reached out and touched the Angels cheek the cool stone made her shiver, she wanted to find herself, Hermione sat there staring at the words she needed to spread her wings.
Hermione stood up and decided to leave...