Hey guys, I'm shocked quite frankly that the story is coming out so well, it being my first and all. So I'm currently holding my finger crossed with the reviews and ratings I hope are coming lol. Rate, review and of course enjoy!

I do not Harry Potter or any other characters, J.K Rowling does.

Ch.7


The last thing Hermione remember before freezing was that she had been reaching out towards the last copy of the textbook that she required to complete her stationery list. She remembered a pale, long hand with well-kept nails brushing against hers and suddenly the world had stopped spinning and that hand was all that had been keeping her from floating off.

She faintly recalled the sense of loss she felt when it was pulled away from her and the sharp cry of disgust she had heard in the background. She had not bothered to investigate the sound, to busy mourning the loss of the hand that was against hers.

That was all she had been able to recollect when the shop owner from Flourish and Botts had shaken her awake from her stupor. And although he had questioned her as to why she had been standing frozen for atleast twenty minutes, she could give him no answer in return. Making up an excuse she quickly paid for her things and left the shop, not even stopping by any of the book shops on the way home, she had decided to go directly to her house so that she would have enough time to compose herself before apparating to the Burrow.


Mr and Mrs Granger had already eaten lunch and were busy planning the rest of their day when they noticed their daughter rushing up the stairs with her bag in tow. "Hermione, dear how did you finish all your shopping so quickly?" her mother questioned, knowing how quickly time went when Hermione began debating about which books to buy.

"Sadly the shop didn't have any new books so I got all I needed to rather quickly. I should go to the Burrow, it's getting late and the Wesley's will be expecting me soon," Hermione lied, all the while walking up the stairs.

Mr Granger looked at Hermione in surprise, "darling are you sure that you are feeling well?" he asked with a touch of concern in his voice, knowing that Hermione seldomly missed out on a chance to purchase books.

"Yeah dad, I was busy trying to get all the things on my list and besides, I found this really good book that I simply have to read again," she said.

Shrugging her parents went back to their conversation and Hermione ran as quick as she could towards her bedroom. When she reached her room, she swiftly shut the door and ran to her mirror, examining herself for any signs of injury. When she was satisfied she muttered a spell and watched as all her recently bought stationery arranged itself into the trunk she had pre-packed.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and with a wave of her wand all her luggage shrank to her pocket size, picking it up she placed it in her jacket pocket, afterwards she tied up her hair and proceeded to make her way down to say a final farewell to her parents.

Arriving downstairs she noticed that her mother had moved to the kitchen and was making some pancakes while her father was sitting on the porch, she went first to her mother to say her goodbyes.

"Mum, I have to go now, take care of dad and yourself, I'll miss you guys," she said somewhat teary at the prospect of not seeing her parents for the next few months.

"Hermione, don't be such a worry wart, we'll be fine, we just want you to have fun at your final year at Hogwarts and to relax and act like a normal teenager for once," her mother said, jokingly.

Hermione hugged her mother as close as she could and muttered, "I'll miss you mum."

"Oh sweetheart, I'll miss you too," her mother said returning the hug with as much of her strength as she could muster. "Now go tell you father that you're going and don't forget to write to us," her voice faintly gruff from tears.

Hermione nodded and released her mother, slowly making her way onto the porch, "daddy I have to leave now otherwise I will be late for dinner at the Burrow," she said gently her father. He returned the hug and said " 'Mione I want you to take care of yourself and not to worry about us. Okay, sweetheart?" he asked.

"I promise to try and have some fun," Hermione sadly stepped away from her father to get one last look at him before she apparated.

Raising her hand in a final farewell she apparated straight to the Weasley's lounge, where she was greeted by a river of ginger haired heads turning towards her direction and standing out amongst them was a raven-haired boy with green eyes, her best friend, The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter.


Harry made his way towards Hermione, engulfing her in a bear hug, " about time you got here 'Mione, Ron was busy stuffing his face up with food for hours and I fear there's not even a bone left," he told her jokingly.

" Hey Harry, sorry I was late, I had a weird experience at Flourish and Botts today," Harry opened his mouth to asked her about it, when she cut him off, "don't worry about it, I'm fine, I'll tell you about it later," she told him reassuringly.

Harry shrugged, deciding not to rush her and made his way, tugging her with him towards the table in the middle of the room. Hermione looked around, noting how nothing had changed at all since the last time she had been there, which had been during the war. And gradually her eyes made their way through the sea of faces stopping only when they saw him.


Ps: sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors.

Okay, okay I left it at a serious cliff-hanger, I had couldn't help myself. You'll just have to read the next chapter to find out what happens and who the mystery person is.

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