Note: This story is completely raw for me. Mostly because I just lost my wife a month ago (she was 25 years old). So some of these emotions might seem OOC but I think they are raw emotions a lot of people will have. I know I have and am having them, so that's why I'm writing them. Some chapters might be short, others might be quite a bit longer. It just depends on how I'm feeling. Hope people continue to enjoy.

Ginny sat in Hermione's flat, sipping on a cup of tea as Hermione finally found the time to sit down with her at the small kitchen table. There was a moment of awkward silence as they both focused on their tea.

"So you sent Harry over here the other day?" Hermione piped up.

Ginny sat down her tea, "I did, wish he wouldn't have told you that I did though."

Hermione shrugged, "It's okay. I know he's hurting too. I'm sure he doesn't want to talk about it."

Ginny nodded with a knowing grimace.

"I mean to say, everyone is hurting." Hermione explained.

"Don't apologize, Hermione." Ginny begged. "I know what you meant."

Again awkward silence filled the room. Both young women finished their tea and looked at the empty cups for quite a while.

"I actually have to go to work." Hermione spoke up.

"Oh…" Ginny said, surprised. "I hadn't realized you had accepted that job with the Ministry."

Hermione didn't say anything but her head seemed to hang a bit low as Ginny mentioned that job. With that, Ginny excused herself to let Hermione get ready for work.

Hermione had recently gotten a muggle driver's license and a car. She thought it was best to show up at her non-magical job without the use of magic. She didn't want to seem suspicious. A few minutes into her drive to work, she realized it might have been best to call off today. But she had already called off once this week and this was only her second week on the job.

Her tears overcame her and she found it hard to concentrate on the road. She could however see that the light ahead was green and she continued Westbound on the road.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw none other than Harry Potter walking Eastbound on the sidewalk. He seemed confused but definitely recognized her and waved.

Hermione dared a smile and waved back to Harry. Suddenly out of her peripheral vision she saw a car barreling towards the driver's side of her car, heading Southbound. She had forgotten her wand. As the car inched ever closer, her life flashed before her eyes. She saw Ron… and Harry.

There was a backlash in the air and Hermione's car lifted off the ground to the South. Amazingly, Hermione could still see the car that was to take her life but it had been hurled backwards towards the North.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

Hermione couldn't believe it, she wasn't hurt. Her car was still in the same rusted condition she had bought it in.

"I'm…" Hermione hesitated. "How?"

"I didn't break any laws." Harry reassured her. "Snape's lesson finally paid off I suppose."

"A silent incantation!" Hermione gasped, covering her mouth so other people coming to check on her couldn't hear.

"Wandless too." Harry shrugged. "Dumbledore."

"I don't have my wand." Hermione admitted.

Harry shook his head, telling her he didn't have his either.

"Protego?" Hermione whispered, as the fire brigade and police officers began to crowd them.

Harry nodded and stepped back so that the paramedics could check on her.

When Hermione finally arrived at her job an hour late, her manager was none too pleased.

"I swear, I was in an accident." Hermione said, begging for her job.

The man leaned over her shoulder and looked out the window and spotted her car, "Looks the same to me."

"It won't happen again." Hermione swore.

"Make sure that it doesn't!" He barked. "Get to work… Table 12 is waiting."

Hermione walked over to table 12 and forced a smile. "What can I get you to drink today?"

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