I Will Always Return
Part Four: Landslide
I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down
Hermione and Harry hugged tightly, but Ron stood to the side while everyone surrounded her, chattering animatedly. "Hello, Ron." Hermione smiled at him. "Hullo," he mumbled sullenly. Hermione frowned slightly and grabbed her cloak. "Er, would anyone like to join me in a walk?" She looked quickly at where Ron had stood, but he was gone. Harry nodded quickly and threw his cloak on, following her outside. Hermione hurried off, tears shining in her eyes, toward a small hill in the back of The Burrow. Hermione stood at the top, letting the wind whip her hair and cloak, eyes brimming with tears. The crisp snow twinkled in the midday sunlight. "Mione?" Harry spoke softly as he approached her. Hermione whipped around, tears now falling freely.
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
"I can't take it anymore, Harry! I love him so much! Life goes by so quickly! It's hard to believe we're not children anymore." Harry stood there, rubbing her shoulder and listening. "He loves you, Mione. You've got to tell him. Don't go back to New York." Hermione shook her head furiously. "I have to, I have to." Harry went to protest but snapped his mouth shut. He sighed and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Tell him before it's too late, Mione." Harry headed down the hill, Hermione following him.
Dinner was pleasant, everyone talked happily except for Ron and Hermione. Ron grunted replies and Hermione spoke somberly when spoke to. When they went to exchange presents, Ron handed out his presents and left the room. Hermione accepted her gifts graciously and mumbled an excuse about having to get back to New York. "See you this summer?" said Harry. Hermione nodded and kissed his cheek. "You're a good friend, Harry." She hugged the Weasleys, except for Ron who was nowhere to be seen, and Disapparated. Hermione found herself in her bedroom and flopped to the bed, sobbing. Crookshanks purred excitedly and crawled onto the bed next to her. "Oh Crookshanks, when will I ever be brave enough to tell him how I feel?"
Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Well...
Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older, too
Well I'm getting older too
It had been three months since that day at The Burrow, and Hermione hadn't heard or seen Ron since. Harry wrote frequently, as did Ginny. Although it was only March, Ginny had already gotten a job for when she left school. She was going to be working in the Ministry of Magic, in the International Magical Cooperation office with Percy. Ryan Blake had asked her out numerous times but she declined. She only had eyes for Ron. Was this where he life was going? She thought. Only nineteen and already working harder than most middle aged wizards. She had no time for fun.
April came and went, bringing spring to New York. Flowers bloomed in Central Park and Hermione spent her spare time strolling the winding park paths, lost in thought. She often sat down in a section of the park where daisies and wildflowers bloomed freely, under a large willow tree. The sweet scent of the flowers brang her back to the days of her childhood, when she would romp in her parents' backyard, Mrs. Granger planting roses and morning glories. Hermione heard from Harry, who was in the middle of Quidditch season and spending his spare time with his girlfriend, Cho. Harry had seen Ron a few times at Quidditch matches and he was always alone and sullen faced.
May brang warm weather and the first air of summer. Hermione wistfully thought of how she looked forward to summer when she was at Hogwarts. The students there would be preparing for their exams, which were in June. Ginny wrote to her, asking her for advice on her Charms final. Hermione gladly gave her the help. The little time Hermione had to herself was spent curled in a armchair next to her open bedroom window, the cotton curtains fluttering in the light, warm air.
June had hot and warm days, making the atmosphere lazy. Ryan Blake had already been to see her about taking her summer holiday. He had actually invited her on a getaway to his home on Martha's Vineyard in Massachusettes, but she politely declined. Hermione had told him she would get back to him later with her final plans. Then in late June, she made her decision: she would be returning home. For good.
So, take this love and take it down
Year and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well maybe
Well maybe
Well maybe the landslide will bring you down
"Mr. Blake?" Hermione nervously stood at the door of his office, prepared to tell him she was quitting. "Yes, Ms. Granger?" "I'm quitting." He looked startled. "Quitting? But why?" Hermione blushed slightly. "I'm returning home. To where I belong. With the ones I love." Ryan Blake thought for a moment. "Here's your last payment. Good luck in whatever life brings you, Ms. Granger." A smile broke out across Hermione's face as she accepted the bag of Galleons. "Good-bye, Mr. Blake." Hermione hurried from the office and into her room to pack her trunk.
Half and hour later, the trunk was packed and Crookshanks was in his wicker basket. Hermione was dressed in airy summer robes and prepared to Disapparate. She re-appeared in her parent's living room. "Mum, Dad?" Mrs. Granger came into the living room. "Hermione!" she hugged her daughter tightly. "I've come home, Mum. For good. I'm going to find Ron." Mrs. Granger's face lit up. "Congradulations! You finally are going to tell him!" Hermione's cheeks tinged slightly and smiled. "I'm going to Apparate there. Tell Dad I'll be home for dinner." "Okay, dear. Bring Ron!" Hermione laughed. "Okay!" Hermione disapparated and appeared in the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic office in London. Hermione walked up to a kind looking old witch. "Could you tell me where the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office is?" The witch nodded and smiled at her. "Third floor, take the staircase straight up." Hermione thanked her and jogged up the velvet covered staircase. She found the right door and took a deep breath. This was it. Her time had finally come.
Part Four: Landslide
I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down
Hermione and Harry hugged tightly, but Ron stood to the side while everyone surrounded her, chattering animatedly. "Hello, Ron." Hermione smiled at him. "Hullo," he mumbled sullenly. Hermione frowned slightly and grabbed her cloak. "Er, would anyone like to join me in a walk?" She looked quickly at where Ron had stood, but he was gone. Harry nodded quickly and threw his cloak on, following her outside. Hermione hurried off, tears shining in her eyes, toward a small hill in the back of The Burrow. Hermione stood at the top, letting the wind whip her hair and cloak, eyes brimming with tears. The crisp snow twinkled in the midday sunlight. "Mione?" Harry spoke softly as he approached her. Hermione whipped around, tears now falling freely.
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
"I can't take it anymore, Harry! I love him so much! Life goes by so quickly! It's hard to believe we're not children anymore." Harry stood there, rubbing her shoulder and listening. "He loves you, Mione. You've got to tell him. Don't go back to New York." Hermione shook her head furiously. "I have to, I have to." Harry went to protest but snapped his mouth shut. He sighed and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Tell him before it's too late, Mione." Harry headed down the hill, Hermione following him.
Dinner was pleasant, everyone talked happily except for Ron and Hermione. Ron grunted replies and Hermione spoke somberly when spoke to. When they went to exchange presents, Ron handed out his presents and left the room. Hermione accepted her gifts graciously and mumbled an excuse about having to get back to New York. "See you this summer?" said Harry. Hermione nodded and kissed his cheek. "You're a good friend, Harry." She hugged the Weasleys, except for Ron who was nowhere to be seen, and Disapparated. Hermione found herself in her bedroom and flopped to the bed, sobbing. Crookshanks purred excitedly and crawled onto the bed next to her. "Oh Crookshanks, when will I ever be brave enough to tell him how I feel?"
Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Well...
Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older, too
Well I'm getting older too
It had been three months since that day at The Burrow, and Hermione hadn't heard or seen Ron since. Harry wrote frequently, as did Ginny. Although it was only March, Ginny had already gotten a job for when she left school. She was going to be working in the Ministry of Magic, in the International Magical Cooperation office with Percy. Ryan Blake had asked her out numerous times but she declined. She only had eyes for Ron. Was this where he life was going? She thought. Only nineteen and already working harder than most middle aged wizards. She had no time for fun.
April came and went, bringing spring to New York. Flowers bloomed in Central Park and Hermione spent her spare time strolling the winding park paths, lost in thought. She often sat down in a section of the park where daisies and wildflowers bloomed freely, under a large willow tree. The sweet scent of the flowers brang her back to the days of her childhood, when she would romp in her parents' backyard, Mrs. Granger planting roses and morning glories. Hermione heard from Harry, who was in the middle of Quidditch season and spending his spare time with his girlfriend, Cho. Harry had seen Ron a few times at Quidditch matches and he was always alone and sullen faced.
May brang warm weather and the first air of summer. Hermione wistfully thought of how she looked forward to summer when she was at Hogwarts. The students there would be preparing for their exams, which were in June. Ginny wrote to her, asking her for advice on her Charms final. Hermione gladly gave her the help. The little time Hermione had to herself was spent curled in a armchair next to her open bedroom window, the cotton curtains fluttering in the light, warm air.
June had hot and warm days, making the atmosphere lazy. Ryan Blake had already been to see her about taking her summer holiday. He had actually invited her on a getaway to his home on Martha's Vineyard in Massachusettes, but she politely declined. Hermione had told him she would get back to him later with her final plans. Then in late June, she made her decision: she would be returning home. For good.
So, take this love and take it down
Year and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well maybe
Well maybe
Well maybe the landslide will bring you down
"Mr. Blake?" Hermione nervously stood at the door of his office, prepared to tell him she was quitting. "Yes, Ms. Granger?" "I'm quitting." He looked startled. "Quitting? But why?" Hermione blushed slightly. "I'm returning home. To where I belong. With the ones I love." Ryan Blake thought for a moment. "Here's your last payment. Good luck in whatever life brings you, Ms. Granger." A smile broke out across Hermione's face as she accepted the bag of Galleons. "Good-bye, Mr. Blake." Hermione hurried from the office and into her room to pack her trunk.
Half and hour later, the trunk was packed and Crookshanks was in his wicker basket. Hermione was dressed in airy summer robes and prepared to Disapparate. She re-appeared in her parent's living room. "Mum, Dad?" Mrs. Granger came into the living room. "Hermione!" she hugged her daughter tightly. "I've come home, Mum. For good. I'm going to find Ron." Mrs. Granger's face lit up. "Congradulations! You finally are going to tell him!" Hermione's cheeks tinged slightly and smiled. "I'm going to Apparate there. Tell Dad I'll be home for dinner." "Okay, dear. Bring Ron!" Hermione laughed. "Okay!" Hermione disapparated and appeared in the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic office in London. Hermione walked up to a kind looking old witch. "Could you tell me where the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office is?" The witch nodded and smiled at her. "Third floor, take the staircase straight up." Hermione thanked her and jogged up the velvet covered staircase. She found the right door and took a deep breath. This was it. Her time had finally come.