Once again, sorry for not updating sooner. I've had a lot on my plate. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or ideas associated with the Harry Potter universe.
The car ride felt like an eternity for Hermione. She could have sworn the zoo was a lot closer than this. She did not feel the need to argue about petty things since, after all, she had not been to the zoo in a long time. Nonetheless, something felt a little off to Hermione about the car ride. Her parents, her best friend, and her boyfriend all refused to look at her, let alone speak to her. Something was wrong.
Gazing out the car window, she could not recognize what she saw. Unfamiliar landmarks surrounded them. It was not until Hermione saw a sign for a mental asylum that she became uneased. She did not think her parents were tricking her. She trusted them too much. Her best friend and her boyfriend only wanted what was best for her. Did they want to put her into a mental institution? Hermione hoped with all of her heart that they were just passing the building to get to the zoo. Boy was she wrong.
Hermione's father pulled up to the asylum. Two doctors in pure white coats were waiting, ready to restrain if necessary. Had they been expecting them? Suddenly, Hermione was pulled from the car and restrained to a wheelchair. She did not have the time to fight her friends and relatives before she was in the large building. Her mother, too devastated to even look her in the face, did not exit the car.
"Checking in?" A young nurse said.
"Why yes. I am checking in my daughter. Last name is Granger." Her father was the one to speak for the group. Hermione could not believe what was happening. How could they do this to her? But the more important question is not how, but why. Why would they do this to her? She had done nothing wrong.
"It's okay, Hermione." Her boyfriend tried to comfort her.
"You'll get better with these people." Her friend also tried to comfort her.
"I don't need to get better! Just let me go and we can talk about this!" Hermione pleaded, but to no avail. "You're making a mistake!" The doctors began to push her down the hallway to a room for her. It was a white single person room with a poster with a cat that hanged from a tree. It had the humorous caption of "Hang in There!" Hermione despised the poster.
"Okay, Ms. Granger. Your friends and family have sent you here to try to help you. They say you talk nonsense about 'magic' and a 'wizarding world.' They also say that you have made up some friends named 'Harry and Ron.' They have also found this," the doctor held up her wand, "with your things."
"My wand." Hermione mumbled to herself. She had been looking for that everywhere but she assumed it was with one of the bags she had yet to unpack.
"Yes, your 'wand.' Your family is concerned for you and think that you may be going overboard with this imaginat-"
"But it's not my imagination! Harry and Ron are my real friends! That is my real wand! I go to a magic school in the wizarding world!" Hermione shouted, enraged that her family could accuse her of being insane over this. She was sure her parents had met Harry and Ron before.
"Right. Well, you will not be saying that once you exit these doors." With that, Hermione was left alone to ponder the events that had just occurred. She tried to open the door only to find it locked. How was she ever going to get out of this retched place?