Hermione thought for a minute.
I'm sitting here, holding Ron's hand. I've relied on my best friends so much. I kind of liked it. They paid so much attention to me. I was so independent before, like I didn't need anyone. I was always helping them. Now they're helping me. I don't want it to change. Why should it? I was going to have a great holiday with them at Weasly's.
No! I'm being dumb! I don't want to cause more harm to the Weasly's! And do I really want to spend a holiday with Fred? Maybe I won't like them and it will be normal, they don't have custody over me! I don't have to like them. I'll just meet them. Ron and Harry have been great, they always will be.
She squeezed Ron's hand. He turned to look at her, she could feel it on her face. But she was still lost in thought.
"Hermione? I'm sorry but I'm going to have to interrupt your thoughts. Your true parents are already here." Hermione jumped and blinked, standing in front of her were two people.
The woman looked strikingly beautiful. Her hair was Hermione's length, and wavy. She was probably five and a half feet tall, and her robes were sort of tattered. Her face was oval shaped, her blue eyes showing worry. She looked only in her early thirties and her arms was intertwined in the man standing next to her . . .
He had a boyish face and the same deep brown eyes as Hermione. He was taller, with curly brown hair. He looked so young! Yet he seemed older, wiser. His robes were also a little worn. He looked so friendly and loyal - trusting. He smiled at her and revealed a dimple in his cheek.
Hermione stood up, Ron by her side. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she hug them? Shake their hand? Merely nod and say Hello? Before she made her decision, her mother reached out to her and hugged her. Hermione slowly wrapped her arms around the woman.
My mother.
She thought.
This is my mother.
She buried her face in her mother's hair, feeling five again. Suddenly, she felt something wet on her cheek. Her mother was crying. Hermione's eyes filled with tears, too, and she looked up at her dad. He stood there awkwardly. When her mother released her, her father took her in his arms. He smelled clean and his embrace was strong. She felt secure, like everything was going to be okay. Like when Harry talked to her and when Ron would rub her back.
When she pulled away, she could of sworn everyone had tears in their eyes. But maybe it was just her blurry vision. She quickly took her seat by Ron and took his hand. He squeezed it, but she was left with so many questions swirling around in her head. And some didn't have anything to do with her parents.
Short chapter, I know. But a long one's coming.
I'm sitting here, holding Ron's hand. I've relied on my best friends so much. I kind of liked it. They paid so much attention to me. I was so independent before, like I didn't need anyone. I was always helping them. Now they're helping me. I don't want it to change. Why should it? I was going to have a great holiday with them at Weasly's.
No! I'm being dumb! I don't want to cause more harm to the Weasly's! And do I really want to spend a holiday with Fred? Maybe I won't like them and it will be normal, they don't have custody over me! I don't have to like them. I'll just meet them. Ron and Harry have been great, they always will be.
She squeezed Ron's hand. He turned to look at her, she could feel it on her face. But she was still lost in thought.
"Hermione? I'm sorry but I'm going to have to interrupt your thoughts. Your true parents are already here." Hermione jumped and blinked, standing in front of her were two people.
The woman looked strikingly beautiful. Her hair was Hermione's length, and wavy. She was probably five and a half feet tall, and her robes were sort of tattered. Her face was oval shaped, her blue eyes showing worry. She looked only in her early thirties and her arms was intertwined in the man standing next to her . . .
He had a boyish face and the same deep brown eyes as Hermione. He was taller, with curly brown hair. He looked so young! Yet he seemed older, wiser. His robes were also a little worn. He looked so friendly and loyal - trusting. He smiled at her and revealed a dimple in his cheek.
Hermione stood up, Ron by her side. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she hug them? Shake their hand? Merely nod and say Hello? Before she made her decision, her mother reached out to her and hugged her. Hermione slowly wrapped her arms around the woman.
My mother.
She thought.
This is my mother.
She buried her face in her mother's hair, feeling five again. Suddenly, she felt something wet on her cheek. Her mother was crying. Hermione's eyes filled with tears, too, and she looked up at her dad. He stood there awkwardly. When her mother released her, her father took her in his arms. He smelled clean and his embrace was strong. She felt secure, like everything was going to be okay. Like when Harry talked to her and when Ron would rub her back.
When she pulled away, she could of sworn everyone had tears in their eyes. But maybe it was just her blurry vision. She quickly took her seat by Ron and took his hand. He squeezed it, but she was left with so many questions swirling around in her head. And some didn't have anything to do with her parents.
Short chapter, I know. But a long one's coming.