Chapter Two

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SORRY I DID NOT MENTION THAT I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER THAT BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING

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Hermione growled at the piece of parchment that had just flipped her world upside down. Pacing back and forth around the room, she fumed, "Me go back, after what they did to me, oh no not a chance" she snarled. Continuing to pace she carried on ranting, "If they need my help, they can forget it, I mean who always got them out of the messes they landed themselves in, huh me that's who, and did I ever get thanked no, I never did." Pausing she looked around the room for something to destroy, in hopes of making her anger cool down, she noticed a picture frame, on the small coffee table.

Storming over to it, she whipped out her wand, "Reducto" she growled, as the offending picture as it got blasted into oblivions of tiny pieces. Feeling much, better than she had a minute ago. Shaking, she put her wand inside her robes, and collapsed onto the floor. Suddenly an orange cat came out of the kitchen, sensing that his mistress was in distress, he padded over to her and jumped onto her lap.

Letting out a mirthless chuckle Hermione began to pet the cat, "Oh what should I do Crooks, I mean a part of me wants to, just flat out say NO, in their faces, and leave them in the mess they created, but another part of me, wants to just go and help" sighing she looked at her cat, who was looking up at her with concerned black eyes (A.N Does anyone know what a cat's eye color is because I have no idea). Hermione laughed again, "Look at me I'm talking to a cat, who has no idea what I am saying, and yet I'm talking to him as if he was my psychiatrist, I really have gone mad.

"This would be so much easier if I didn't love him", looking at the parchment again, she made up her mind, walking over she picked up the note and scribbled her reply on the back of it. Placing the letter in her regular black envelope, that housed a silver wax seal, of a phoenix, in the center, she called Fawkes to her.

The phoenix reappeared in a burst of flames, and catching her eye, gave a shrill of annoyance. "Alright I'm sorry for being mean earlier Fawkes, can you forgive me?" Hermione asked, whilst at the same time thinking, if she was somehow channeling the insane personality of the late Bellertrix LeStrange. Tying the note to Fawkes leg, he again vanished for the third time that night in a roar and flash of fire.

Staring at the spot were Fawkes had just stood, she thought to herself, ' I should be happy right, I mean I'm going to the one place I have ever called home, and I get to see HIM again. I should be happy'.

'But then again it has been a long time since I've been happy, and even longer since I've thought of HIM in that way.'

She went to bed that night thinking about her decision, it should make her feel happy, and she was going to Hogwarts again for the first time in two years. So why did she feel as if her heart was not going to survive, the encounter that would no doubt happen when all was revealed, and HE betrayed her AGAIN. She was meant to be happy, but all she could feel was her heart getting trapped, in the cold ice tomb, she had put it in forever, after she had left, begin to do what she couldn't do, no what she refused to do. She felt her heart cry, and she knew it would be a long time before it finished weeping.