Bright Eyes

By: Sweetheart

(A/N I just want to say that I wrote this when I was sick and running a fever. If it seems weird, then there's your reason. This story just took on a life of its own and just grew and grew. I pre-apologize for any headaches it may cause. The characters in Bright Eyes are extremely out of character. Sorry, it was the fever writing, I think.)

Prologue

Hermione sat in the dark office and stared out the window at the Egyptian sunset. It was like the ones that she used to watch all alone out of her dormitory window at Hogwarts. It had been four years since those days at school, and to tell the truth, Hermione didn't know if she was happier then or now.

Sure, she had gone through some hard times, since those days, but they had all come out to a wonderful ending. It had been no fairy tale though. She had lost people close to her, and she had watched ones that she loved get hurt. The worst part was that even if she had wanted to, there was nothing that she could have done about it.

Still Hermione blamed herself for some mistakes that she had made- even if they were destiny and never really her fault-, but if she hadn't made those mistakes, would the same blessings that she would have been given be nonexistent as well? Such questions filled Hermione's mind as she stared at the sunset and reminiscing about the past and wondering about the future.

No more were the days of carefree bliss but then again never were the days of carefree bliss. Never had Hermione ever been truly happy. If one thing was right for her, another was going wrong. However, soon that would come to an end. Hermione had two years of wondering and searching for answers and they all came down to this.

If she got this one chance for a few more answers, she might just solve the puzzle. Everything that she had ever known and ever read had been poured into this cause. All the other pieces of the puzzle fell into place shortly after the final battle, but this one had been a mystery up until about a year ago. From then on, it had slowly began to fall into place. All they needed was one final push and these people were the only one that could give it to them.

Hermione stared around the bleak office and watched as the pink and orange rays of the sun danced across the shelves illuminating the spines of all the books. A pudgy man sat at the desk and listened intently to the person at Hermione's side.

Hermione smiled as she looked at him. He hardly looked like the boy that he had been only four years ago. Then again the boy that he had been had not seen the things that this man had seen. Hermione took that chance to study herself as well.

If you had told her four years ago that she would be here today, she would have laughed at you. If you would have told her that the person sitting next to her was none other than one of her best friends, she would have only sighed and hoped that she could be that close with him, but would have still though that you were of your rocker.

After all, Hermione was not the same Hermione that she had been. She had never really understood why bad things always seemed to happen to her. She had just always decided that whatever happened could not be changed and that was logic. Right?

However, Hermione soon found out that logic was overrated. Logic had been one of Hermione's pet peeves on school. Everything always had a rhythm or reason for happening. Whenever something bad happened, even if it had seemed to take a turn for the worse, in the end, everything would always turn out right.

Then, something had happened that had defied logic. After that, Hermione had not been capable of logical thought. It had seemed like it could not get any worse and then it had. Everything had seemed like it was falling out of place. It had been like the world was being turned upside down. Hermione had never been so confused as she had been then and in that second of comprehension, logic had gone out of the window.

In that moment, Hermione had taken her destiny into her own hands and she was forever grateful for that one moment. For without that one moment, her life would not have turned out the same. Everything that she now knew and loved would have been different. If she hadn't taken control of her life and though beyond logic, Hermione didn't know what would have happened, but she was glad that she had.

Would things have turned out the same way if Hermione had always though inside the box? You see the beauty of magic is there is no box. Therefore it is impossible to stay inside. The barriers Hermione had abided by were of her own creation.

Now, Hermione's destiny hung in the balance once more with nothing more than an opinion or a hunch to decide her fate. Fate usually played her a cruel hand, but fate is what has made Hermione who she is today.

Hermione closed her eyes for a second and reflected in all that had happened and how everything she had known had changed all because of that one moment that she had abandoned logic. Once again, Hermione had no idea what would happen as the pudgy man leaned back in his chair and looked out the very same window that Hermione had been staring out of only a minute ago.

Hermione sighed and though about her past, present and future. What she could do, what she was doing now, and how she had fought to get there ran through her mind. To think that it had all started fours years ago at a school named Hogwarts at a time when Hermione had thought that her life had been planned out for her, but she was wrong.

If anything, Hermione's past had been uncertain, at the least. However, don't take my word for it, see for yourself.