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Harry awkwardly looked to Dumbledore, hoping he would say something. Hermione now stopped crying but was strangely comforted by Harry's embrace. She felt hopeless for once in her life. She felt as if she wasn't in charge anymore. Something clicked in her brain that she didn't realize before.
I need them.
She simply thought.
I need my friends.
The thought kept racing in her mind.
I need people. I can't be all alone. I can't depend solely on myself. I've been so rude to my best friends! What's studying anymore compared to friendships?
She began to cry all over again, but not on the loss of her parents. This time she cried in pity of herself.
"Harry."
She said quietly. "I'm so sorry!" She looked over his shoulder at Ron, who was standing with his hands in the pockets of his robes, with his very red face down to the floor. "Ron!" She exclaimed. She was overcome with sadness and before she could utter her next statement, it came out in a soft cry. Of course they didn't understand what she was apologizing about, but they didn't care. Right now, Ron and Harry both would do anything to make Hermione stop crying.
Finally she sat up and wiped her eyes.
"Well . . ." She said uneasily, her stomach upset and she was feeling rather dependent on the people in this room. It wasn't a familiar feeling for Hermione.
Dependent?
She thought about the word.
Dependable? yes. Independent? Certainly. But dependent?
She thought about the new word that was describing her feelings. She tried to convince herself that she could be independent again. But the deep loss of her parents struck her in such a way that she was vulnerable to anything.
Vulnerable.
She thought about that word too. Something she has never been. Never wanted to be. But now, the word truly described her. It was very much against her will and beliefs. However, she couldn't do anything about the helplessness and vulnerability she felt.
Somehow Ron sensed that and a feeling of protectiveness came upon him. He knew what was going to happen. He connected it. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell Hermione, she was too defenseless to take it all in. He just sighed and sat down in the seat next to her and with embarrassment he took her soft hand in his. She turned her head to look at him and bit her lip. He nodded, trying to confirm to her he knew what she felt. But he didn't. He never lost anyone close to him. There was no way to feel what she was right now.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore's voice spoke with great care and sensitivity. "I must say that a death like this . . .due to wickedness, has only happened once involving this school." Instantly the trio knew what he was talking about. Harry felt his face turn warm as Hermione took his hand in hers. "Oddly enough," he continued, "The work must have been not by You Know Who, or Mr. Potter would have . . ." he searched for words. "Felt it?" Harry looked at the floor.
"It was." Harry finally said. Everyone looked at him. "It was hurting. Before sorting." He breathed in deeply.
"I told you to immediately inform me when it's bothering you." Dumbledore said in constricted calmness.
"I didn't want to disturb you during sorting, sir." Harry quietly replied. They all sat for a moment.
"Well it's settled then. There's nothing you can do." Dumbledore stated.
"Miss Granger, I give you my consent to miss any due classes as you feel necessary." Professor McGonogal said and sighed. "And I suppose Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasly may as well, for the first week or so, as long as they stay well behaved. You understand that, boys?"
They nodded solemnly.
"Ron? Harry? May I have a word with Hermione for a moment?" They let go of Hermione's hands and walked outside.
"Miss Granger . . .Hermione. If you need anything, you know Professor Dumbledore and I will be right here. Do you have any other family?"
Hermione looked at her shoes.
"No ma'am." She said quietly. Professor McGonogal patted her on the back.
"It'll be alright, then. We'll be sure to inform the Weasly family. I'm sure they'll know what to do." Hermione smiled at the thought of that large family. She loved them, really she did.
"Thank you." She replied quietly. She slipped outside to see Ron and Harry waiting for her. She smiled a little and a tear streamed down her face. She quickly wiped it away and took their hands, walking back into the common room.
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Harry awkwardly looked to Dumbledore, hoping he would say something. Hermione now stopped crying but was strangely comforted by Harry's embrace. She felt hopeless for once in her life. She felt as if she wasn't in charge anymore. Something clicked in her brain that she didn't realize before.
I need them.
She simply thought.
I need my friends.
The thought kept racing in her mind.
I need people. I can't be all alone. I can't depend solely on myself. I've been so rude to my best friends! What's studying anymore compared to friendships?
She began to cry all over again, but not on the loss of her parents. This time she cried in pity of herself.
"Harry."
She said quietly. "I'm so sorry!" She looked over his shoulder at Ron, who was standing with his hands in the pockets of his robes, with his very red face down to the floor. "Ron!" She exclaimed. She was overcome with sadness and before she could utter her next statement, it came out in a soft cry. Of course they didn't understand what she was apologizing about, but they didn't care. Right now, Ron and Harry both would do anything to make Hermione stop crying.
Finally she sat up and wiped her eyes.
"Well . . ." She said uneasily, her stomach upset and she was feeling rather dependent on the people in this room. It wasn't a familiar feeling for Hermione.
Dependent?
She thought about the word.
Dependable? yes. Independent? Certainly. But dependent?
She thought about the new word that was describing her feelings. She tried to convince herself that she could be independent again. But the deep loss of her parents struck her in such a way that she was vulnerable to anything.
Vulnerable.
She thought about that word too. Something she has never been. Never wanted to be. But now, the word truly described her. It was very much against her will and beliefs. However, she couldn't do anything about the helplessness and vulnerability she felt.
Somehow Ron sensed that and a feeling of protectiveness came upon him. He knew what was going to happen. He connected it. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell Hermione, she was too defenseless to take it all in. He just sighed and sat down in the seat next to her and with embarrassment he took her soft hand in his. She turned her head to look at him and bit her lip. He nodded, trying to confirm to her he knew what she felt. But he didn't. He never lost anyone close to him. There was no way to feel what she was right now.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore's voice spoke with great care and sensitivity. "I must say that a death like this . . .due to wickedness, has only happened once involving this school." Instantly the trio knew what he was talking about. Harry felt his face turn warm as Hermione took his hand in hers. "Oddly enough," he continued, "The work must have been not by You Know Who, or Mr. Potter would have . . ." he searched for words. "Felt it?" Harry looked at the floor.
"It was." Harry finally said. Everyone looked at him. "It was hurting. Before sorting." He breathed in deeply.
"I told you to immediately inform me when it's bothering you." Dumbledore said in constricted calmness.
"I didn't want to disturb you during sorting, sir." Harry quietly replied. They all sat for a moment.
"Well it's settled then. There's nothing you can do." Dumbledore stated.
"Miss Granger, I give you my consent to miss any due classes as you feel necessary." Professor McGonogal said and sighed. "And I suppose Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasly may as well, for the first week or so, as long as they stay well behaved. You understand that, boys?"
They nodded solemnly.
"Ron? Harry? May I have a word with Hermione for a moment?" They let go of Hermione's hands and walked outside.
"Miss Granger . . .Hermione. If you need anything, you know Professor Dumbledore and I will be right here. Do you have any other family?"
Hermione looked at her shoes.
"No ma'am." She said quietly. Professor McGonogal patted her on the back.
"It'll be alright, then. We'll be sure to inform the Weasly family. I'm sure they'll know what to do." Hermione smiled at the thought of that large family. She loved them, really she did.
"Thank you." She replied quietly. She slipped outside to see Ron and Harry waiting for her. She smiled a little and a tear streamed down her face. She quickly wiped it away and took their hands, walking back into the common room.
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