House: Lions
Subject: Charms
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Prompt] Sometimes all you need is a good cry.
Wordcount:344
If Hermione was being truthfully honest with herself right now, she didn't quite know why she had come back here – to this place, her childhood home where nothing but a sorrow followed. The dusty bookshelves in her room. The half-empty mug on top of the counter. The dry laundries that nobody bothered to iron. The dishes on the dinner table. When Hermione walked through the hallways of the house, memories of laughter and happy times echoed in the background. She remembered reading with her father in the living room, remembered learning to cook with her mother in the kitchen (she didn't quite find the grasp, however) and most of all, and remembered the way she had felt when Professor McGonagall had come into her home, bearing a letter. It was all in the memory. But that was just what it was; a memory that would forever haunt her until her dying days.
Slowly, with shaking fingers, Hermione picked up a photograph of her parents, an empty space where she used to be and then with shaking shoulders, she sat down right there on top of the floor and cried. Because sometimes, all you needed was a good cry in a place where everything happy and delightful used to be, to be able to finally move on from this particular event in her life and start over.
The front doors of her house opened and there he was, Harry Potter, her very best friend looking at her with a soft, understanding gaze of a man who went through so much himself. "Come on, Hermione," he whispered, his hand soft against her back as he helped her to her feet. "Let's get you home. How does an omelet sound? I've been told I make a rather fantastic omelet."
Hermione chuckled at the lie. "Harry, you can't cook to save your life."
"That's not what Ginny said."
Hermione chuckled once again as they both walked out of the house side by side, disappearing into the night.