Author's Note:
Hey guys, I have had a look at this story and realized that there is a lot of mistakes so I have decided to rewrite it. I also decided to make it longer. Hope you enjoy reading it.

Screams.

That is all that echoed in Hermione's mind, is her screams as she was tormented. The screams of her mother and father as they were attacked by rouge Death Eaters before they were brutally murdered by Voldemort's followers. An unsteady breath left her lips, forming a puff of white smoke as she rested her head against the cold iced up arched windows. The weather reflected in which she was feeling. Her once untamed curls now fell in loose curls down her back, as her doe like brown eyes glanced towards the ground, where she could faintly make out the ant sized people in the snow paved courtyard below.

She usually loved this time of year, joking with her friends, having snowball fights. Only, to go home for the Christmas holidays to spend time with her parents. But, this year was different and she knew it. You see she didn't have a home at least not any more. She didn't have her parents, she would never have her mum home-made gingerbread cookies, she wouldn't have her father telling her lame jokes where she would laugh just to be polite and she wouldn't have either of their stories about how a client bit their fingers. She never realized that she started crying until she felt the thick drops fell down her soft cheeks. She didn't want to cry, she refused to most days but she couldn't help herself. She wished that they were still here.
"Hermione?" A feminine voice spoke from behind her. Hermione furiously wiped her cheeks before slowly spinning around to face her best friend. She was extremely pretty, with flaming red hair, and a freckled complexion.
"Yeah?" Hermione asked.

"Mia," the girl said her bright brown eyes were filled with concern as she rushed over and hugged her friend. As soon as her skinny arms wrapped around the older witch Hermione, couldn't stop the tears falling once again as she clung to her female best friend.
"Shh. It's going to be okay. It's okay let it all out," the red haired girl said smoothly as she rubbed Hermione's back in a comforting manner.
"It hurts, Gin." Hermione said her voice cracking through the tears. "Knowing that I will not be able to see them ever again." Each sob broke Ginny's heart, she had never seen the war heroine of the Golden Trio look so fragile, so broken. Not when her idiot of a brother was dating Lavender Brown during her sixth year and not even when she was telling her the torture that she had to endure through Bellatrix Lestrange when she was took as a prisoner to Malfoy Manor. To say it scared her seeing this with the girl who usually comes out strong was an understatement.

Ginny didn't say anything, she just stood there and hugged onto Hermione as if she needed her to breath again. Tears welled up in the red haired girl's eyes witnessing her friend's state. Hermione, cried for a good ten minutes before she managed to stop. Once her breathing became even once more she stepped out of Ginny's arms and looked at her.
"I'm sorry," she said her voice in barely a whisper.
"Mia, don't be stupid. You were there for. Now it's my turn to be here for you." Ginny stated. "Now come on, I think we both need something to eat."
"I'm not hungry," Hermione said.
"Mia, this isn't healthy. Your mom and dad would not want to keep yourself locked away from everyone. They would want you to live your life to the fullest." Ginny spoke.
"I know," Hermione said as she moved her eyes towards the ground.
"Now come on," Ginny said.

Hermione knew it was pointless arguing with Ginny, after all she had the genes of her mother and she was ruthless when she didn't get what she wanted. Hermione let out a sigh as she rubbed her eyes to get rid of the excess tears. Ginny offered her a gentle smile before she grabbed hold of the oldest witch's hand before dragging her out of the room and towards the Great Hall.