Chapter 51 Letting it out

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Hermione awoke to paper tickling her nose. Hermione flicking it not opening her eyes. It flung back tickling her nose again. Hermione groaned and opened her eyes removing the piece of paper and sitting up. The sun was shining, it looked like a beautiful day, except for the fact her parents were dead. Hermione thought logically for a minute. She could mope around, mourn in self-pity, like her parents didn't want her too, Or she could be happy, live knowing her parent's love her and are proud of her. Hermione smiled, she would see them again, it still hurt her. On the inside she was depressed, the outside was a front, a happy costume if you will.

Hermione smiled fakely and headed to shower. Smelling of Cherries and satisfied with herself she headed to get dressed. Choosing a black shirt and black pants. Hermione tied her hair back letting some strands fall freely down upon her face. Hermione sat on her bed filing her Ministry of Magic papers into her drawer. Hermione wiped a stray tear and promised herself she wouldn't cry today, she was going to be happy, and when they asked what was wrong last night, she was going to come up with some lame excuse. Hermione watched the clouds soar by, she noticed she was just staring out the window for about an hour. She was interrupted by a tapping at the window. Snapping herself back to life she got up and got the owl.

It was Thunder, he hooted happily.

"Hello." Hermione said throwing him an owl treat. He hooted happily. Hermione laid back onto her bed, staring at the top of her canopy.

I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again
I just want to feel deep in my own world
but I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore
On a different day if I was safe in my own skin
then I wouldn't feel so lost and so frightened
But this is today and I'm lost in my own skin
And I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore
I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again

Hermione began to sing to herself, Hermione sighed feeling she was going to cry she sat up. Hermione glanced at her book shelf, finding a book she was happy with she laid down and began to read. 102 pages in Hermione heard a knock on her door. Hermione glanced up.

"Come in." she replied. Harry came in a weak smile on his face.

"Hey Sweetie, how are you?" Hermione put on a fake wide smile, taking a deep breath.

"Good, and you?" Harry looked confused for a minute and responded.

"Okay, so, what was wrong last night?" Harry asked sitting on her bed. Hermione looked down at her book for a moment, 'should I lie?' she thought.

"Oh nothing, I was just stressed out."

"About?"

"Nothing … just… N.E.W.T's." She said still staring at her book.

"Those aren't until next year, don't lie to me." Harry said firmly rubbing her back. Hermione felt herself start to crack. Hermione blinked at looked up at him.

"It was nothing… It doesn't matter." she pulled herself up and walked to the window.

"Hermione, I know."

"What is it then Harry?" She snapped turning to look at him. Harry was a little taken back but accepted how hard this was for her.

"Hermione, I know about your parents…" He said sympathetically. Hermione looked at him lips pierced in a straight line. She took another deep breath.

"Good for you." Hermione walking into her bathroom locking the door.

"Hermione, Please, I want to talk to you… Please…" Harry begged sliding down the door sitting at the bottom.

"Harry please just go, I don't want to talk." Hermione told him firmly sitting on the other side of the door, same position as him.

"Hermione, I can help." Harry suddenly fell backwards when the door opened. He looked up to see Hermione holding out her hand.

"Sorry.." She said as Harry took her hand. Harry smiled .

"Do you want to go for a walk? It might be easier." Harry stated. Hermione slowly nodded grabbing her cloak.

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"sssummer we will strike." The voice hissed.

"Are you sure my Lord? Security will be high." Peter Pettigrew pointed out. Voldemort glared at him.

"How dare you quessstion my logic? CRUCIO!" Voldemort raised his wand. Peter fell to the ground, Not screaming, he was used to this, it was a wonder he wasn't dead yet.

"sorry my lord." Peter replied as Voldemort took the curse off ten minutes later.

"You and Lucias will get the girl, or lure him some how." he hissed at Peter.

"what do you want us to do with the girl?" Peter questioned.

"kill the mud blood if he Dosssent's give in. I will kill him by the end of thisss year, I ssswear it." he vowed.

"What about young Malfoy? Shall we grab him too? Make him a death eater?"

"I highly doubt he will be loyal enough worm tail, Just kill him if he get's in the way."

"What about Lucias--"

"He doessssn't care about him. He disssowned him along time ago." Voldemort hissed.

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"So why didn't you want to tell me Hermione?" Harry asked in a hurt tone as he brushed snow out of his hair glancing at the girl of his dreams, who was terribly depressed. Hermione shrugged.

"You have enough to deal with. And I don't know.. I didn't want people finding out…" Hermione sat in the freezing cold snow. Harry sat down beside her.

"So are you feeling the slightest bit better?" He asked hopefully.

"It will take a while to get over it, but if your asking if you helped me the answer is yes." Hermione smiled as Harry leaned over and gave her a sweet little kiss.

"Wanna go back in? It's a bit chilly." Hermione asked dropping a handful of snow on him. Harry nodded and lead her back up to the castle.

A week had past, Hermione had gotten better, The funeral was set for January 21st, a Sunday. Today was also a Sunday, the last day of Christmas break. Hermione had been looking forward to classes for a while now. She wanted something else to take her mind off of her parents. She was still mourning.

Hermione and Harry's relationship had been going smoothing. Fred and George were also on good terms with her. Everyone had been sympathetic towards her, never speaking of their parents or such. Hermione had secretly been taking potions madam Pomfrey supplied, They made her feel a bit better, but it was mostly her friends that did it.

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