Once, I thought I knew what was happening in my life.
I knew who I could trust. Who I couldn't. Who I loved and who loved me.
Not anymore.
Sighing, Hermione Granger walked through her empty home. Pictures on the wall now lay on the ground, glass shattered due to a burst of her emotions. The table lie barron, contents now scattered on the floor. Everything was a mess and for the reason why, even she could not wrap her hear around it.
Everything had been fine up until a week prior. She had been happy. Her marriage strong, her friendships stronger. Unfortionatly it all seemed to be a sham now, and she felt as if she had done it to herself. She had believed an elaborate lie made specifically to ruin her life. How could she have been so stupid.
Now, don't be suprized that even Hermione herself can make mistakes. It's not often, but unfortionatly it always seems to be at the worst time with the worst of consequences. She would not normally bother herself with simple drama of relationships, but this had been important. This had been hers.
Hermione walked to her office, a glass of wine in hand. The small library she had created in her home was lovely and comforting. It was not as elaborate as that of Hogwarts school, but it put most household libraries to shame. She thought to herself simply in vain. She could not put into words how she felt at the very moment.
Betrayal.
Disgust.
Sadness.
Anger.
These emotions, wrongfully so, were directed at herself.
Hermione sat behind her desk in the plush black leather chair she had bought for herself in the last week. She thought it a good idea now that she had the option to work from her home office instead of going to the ministry everyday to do the same. Hermione reached down to the bottom drawer on her left side and pulled it open. A picture of her and her lo- ...
She shut that drawer.
She now reached down towards her right side, towards the bottom drawer and slid it open. Inside were many things but she simply picked up a monogrammed journal she had received for her twenty first birthday from none other than her best friend, Harry Potter.
He had told her that he did not know what to do for her since she did not want to go out to the pubs like one normally would. He simply gave her a gift he hoped she would use over a dinner with herself and Ron Weasley. The three friends had stayed in touch since school, but drifted slightly due to their work.
Hermione sighed as she brought the book up to the desk and gently set it down. Hermione J Granger was visible in the bottom right corner, colored in blue, her favorite color. She then grabbed a black pen from her cup that also lay on top of her desk and open the journal. The pages were still in perfect condition despite not being touched in the last ten years. She ran her fingers down the middle of the first page where Harry and Ron had written her a note.
It read, "Write your own story Hermione. You've been apart of mine for so long. I know you'll hit me after reading that, but you know what I mean. Let's see where life takes you. Happy Birthday, Harry." Then the handwriting became slightly more sloppy due to Ron's note. "Hermione, I love you and can't believe we've made it this far and are still alive. Happy birthday. Ron."
She giggled softly at the boys personalities being separate yet very similar. They truly were her best friends in the whole world. She turned the page and took a deep breath. This was the only way to make her head stop spinning from all of the information and emotion that had happened in the last day.
Finally, she brushed the last stray tear from her cheek, picked up her pen, and began to write.