Dream of Me
A/N: This is the Epilogue…it might be the thing to shed a bit of light on Hermione's situation, and maybe ya'll will stop hating me!!
-Epilogue-
Hermione laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling, breathing quietly. Her eyes darted from side to side, watching the shadows move around her dim room. She rolled onto her side, looking out the small window situated in her room, the rain drops splattered against the glass. Her eyes fell on a picture which had been taken years ago, when she was still going to the School of Hogwarts, she was twenty one now, the girl in the picture was a happy fifteen year old. Surrounded by her two best friends, Ronald Weasley, and Harry Potter. A tear trickled down her cheek as the day of Harry's death flashed in her head for the thousandth time.
"I can't believe it has been five years," Hermione whispered, she crawled out of her bed and stumbled to her smooth wood dresser. She rummaged around for a minute, looking for nothing in particular, when the pad of her finger met the smooth metal of an object.
"What's this?" she closed her finger around it, holding it tightly, bringing it close to her face, she stared down at the object, it was old, she had had it since her time at Hogwarts.
"My key of time," Hermione gasped, she turned back to look at the picture that sat on her beside table. Harry's emerald green eyes twinkled, almost knowingly, and a thought rushed into Hermione's head, she grinned softly and held the key close to her heart.
"I am coming back for you, Harry."
A/N: Short little epilogue, but got straight to the point, sooooooo what do ya think the sequel is going to be able? Hehe, Hermione has a time key!! It's not so bad after all, eh my friends?