Figuring out

by Walking Through The Pages

Hermione Granger is only 9, but she knows that she is different. How could she not know it, when people in her class tell her everyday? What is that makes her special, she doesn't know exactly. Slowly she starts to discover her talent, and everything she is apart from that. Hermione age 9-?, collection of one-shots that belong together.

21. My name

Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head – and thus, of course, not to be copied by anybody else – that would be stealing my creativity, my ideas – and not very nice

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*On the road - age 18*

"My name"

I was beyond -
I didn't even know beyond what I was.

All I knew was that I hated him for leaving, but I couldn't help but love him for coming back.
Either way - he shouldn't have left in the first place.
And I would let him know that.

Even if it only was out of principle.

Even if I wanted to melt into his arms the moment he said that he came back thanks to us mentioning his name.

Even if that meant that he did care.

He still shouldn't have left.

He shouldn't have put us through all this.
Shouldn't have walked out on us because of a too-long-held-grudge - over something that neither Harry nor me could help.
Shouldn't have taken it out on us like that.
Shouldn't have made me, us, miss him so much.
Shouldn't have made us go through those months like that.
Shouldn't have let his stomach, his jealousy, the horcrux rule him like that.

And yet I couldn't help but feel happy, safe, somehow feel myself relax, now that he was back.
It was the three of us again.

I'd always hated it when there were fights in our group.
We worked best when we were together.
I'd always known that.
We knew eachothers flaws, and we loved eachother despite them.

Despite Harry's inability to not deal with every kind of danger ever invented.
Despite Ron's inability to see that he was better than his brothers in so many ways.
Despite my inability to believe in things that I had not seen myself.

We worked best when we worked together.

But that didn't change the fact that I was still mad at him.
Because of what he said
Because of how he left...
Because of how hard he made it to be mad at him...

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