Chapter 9
Hermione's point of view.
The once lively halls of Hogwarts were now somber, everyone was beginning to hear the horrifying tales of the war raging around us. Muggleborns were being murdered by the hundreds and any person who was considered a blood traitor wound up dead. Hogwarts was now a place of misery, no one felt safe within these walls since Colin Creevey was found dead. Everyone travelled in groups, but it was harder to become integrated into new groups. I had experienced it first hand. I was avoided by everyone, most Muggleborns had fled and gone into hiding. The last few at Hogwarts... well no one wanted to be associated with us. It didn't help that I was best friends with the boy who lived.
In the lessons people protested at being paired up with me and even the teachers were cautious around me and even the teachers were cautious around me. It wasn't going to change anything. If he who must not be named came they would all die trying to protect the castle, whether or not they talked to me. But everyone feared for their life so did I and I hoped that no one would die in the battle that was to come to Hogwarts.
One day, I hoped that Ron and Harry would come back for me and when they did I would show them how much they needed me. So, I continued to excel in all the lessons I participated in. I would help them defeat all of the Horcruxes and then I we would kill he who must not be named once and for all. Honestly, I was worried about them. They could be impulsive and pig-headed in the face of danger. I had witnessed it many times. What if they were hurt and couldn't contact anyone? Or were they in danger? Oh, why wouldn't they send a letter? I know I'm being selfish but they could at least send me a sign telling me that they were ok and that they were safe; like a patronus. But no, I was left ignorant and alone.
A few weeks passed and every night and every morning I would look out of my window to see if there was any owl heading towards me. As always there wasn't. I lay in bed that night knowing that it was futile to even try to get to sleep. I hadn't slept properly since the night with...I haven't slept well in a while. It was almost dawn when I heard a tap at my window. There was Hedwig with a piece of parchment attached to her leg. An emotion I hadn't felt in ages welt up inside of me...hope. I struggled to pull open the window. When I, finally, managed to open the window I hastily pulled the letter off Hedwig's leg and I frantically opened and read the letter, taking in Ron's untidy scrawl:
Hermione,
I am going to see you so very soon. I am nearly well enough for visitors. Here is a present so that you know that I am thinking of you everyday and so that you know I'm missing you from the bottom of my heart. Hope to see you soon.
Ron
In my hand was an intricately woven bracelet that had been clumsily put together. It was obviously made by Ron and it warmed me to my core. But it was not enough. I needed to be with them. I would no longer be left in the dark.
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