Chapter 1

Hermione's POV

So much has changed since the war. Everything is different. Everything is unexpected. The days of Voldemort's power still haunt me and the memories still give me nightmares. But I must accept what has happened and move on; most importantly, move on with my education. I missed so much learning when it was too dangerous for me to attend Hogwarts, and I feel like there is an empty space in me that needs to know so much more. So I am retaking my 7th year at Hogwarts to fill that empty space. Ever since the war, wizards and witches would point and stare at me if I passed by. Even muggles recognised my face and Harry was so popular, I bet half the people are only interested in me because he is my best friend. Ron probably feels the same way. But I don't know that; we've drifted. Remember when I said that everything was different after the war? The war changed Ron. I thought we would finally be able to date, to be a couple after all the chaos we went through. But he's acting like he never felt that spark he said he felt and as if nothing happened.

"Hermione! Quick! Wake up, the train's leaving soon!" Harry's alarmed voice fills my ears.

I manage a tired grunt.

"Hermione. HerMIONE. Wake. Up!"

Suddenly, startling cold water splashes onto my face and I sit up immediately. I see a distressed Harry holding a cup.

"What the heck is wrong with you Harry!"

He chuckles slightly. Then he looks distressed again.

"Hermione! The Hogwarts express is literally about to leave in 10 minutes. Get dressed and we'll apparate."

"Where's Ron?"

"He went back to the Weasley's house last night. He's probably at the platform with Ginny and Mrs Weasley already. Quick, Hermione!"

Harry frantically hurries out of the room. I rub my eyes and slip on some jeans and a hoodie. Ron, Harry and I have been staying in a motel for a few days. I didn't want to intrude the Weasleys as they're still finishing up their new house.

I grab my phone and rush to the door, where the trunks are. Harry is waiting there and we apparate with our trunks to Kings Cross Station. We run through the barrier and I smile when I stand on platform 9 3/4 once again, remembering the good times and I feel glad to be heading back to Hogwarts.

"Hermione, we have 2 minutes. Let's find Ron and Ginny on the train."

I nod and step onto the shining Hogwarts Express. The sound of students laughing and chatting makes me relieved and I know I am safe. Because for the first time in ages, I feel like I'm home.