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The Beginning

Hermione looked around her room.  Everything was packed and ready that she would need this year at Hogwarts.  She would be leaving in the morning on the Hogwarts Express. 

She looked at her alarm clock, 1:17 AM.  Everybody else in her house was asleep but for some reason, she just couldn't sleep this night.  She walked over to her desk and picked up the letters that had been brought to her that week by a familiar owl.  She opened the letter from Harry.  She had read it a thousand times already, but once more couldn't hurt right? 

My Dearest Mione,

            Hello Hermione!  I miss you so much!  I can't wait until I see you again.  It's been so hard spending this summer without you, but I know you couldn't come up to Ron's because of your Grandmother.  Still, I wish you had and we could have spent all this time together.  As the summer ends, each day becomes harder, but I know I will see you soon.  I am so glad to hear that you are Head Girl; we all knew you would be!  I can't wait until next week when I will see you again!  Until then.  I love you!

              

                              All my heart,

                                     Harry

Smiling Hermione set down the letter.  She missed Harry so much, and couldn't wait until tomorrow when she would see him on the train.  Then she frowned.  After spending her whole summer without Harry, she would have liked to spend the train ride with him, but she had to sit at the Heads compartment at the front of the train.  She also would be in a different dormitory that was shared between her and the Head Boy.  Being Head Girl sure had its drawbacks, but she had wanted this since her first year.  

Still not very tired Hermione decided to go and get a glass of water from the kitchen.  She went down to the kitchen and got her drink.  She started back to her room, however, her feet took her to another destination.  She found herself outside her grandmother's room.  Turning the knob slowly, she pushed the door open and went into the room. 

Pale moonlight from outside window fluttered into the room and fell across her grandmother's bed.  Hermoione crossed the room and sat down quietly in the chair next to the bed.  She had not idea why she felt she must be so quiet, she wouldn't disturb her grandmother, she couldn't.  Her grandmother had stopped responding to anything at the end of Hermione's sixth year.  She hadn't moved at all that summer.  Her she was still laying silent and motionless.  Hermione wished she didn't have to go away from her grandmother, but her grandmother was the reason that this year would be so important.   If nothing in the Muggle world could save her grandmother, then maybe something in the magic world could.

Hermione spent her summer franticly searching spell books and the likes, but could find nothing in them that would help her grandmother.  But Hermione was not one to give up so easily.  If there was nothing to help, she would creat something of her own.  She was surely smart enough.   So then she decided when she got back to school, she would start.  She would create a potion that would save her grandmother. 

Hermione pulled herself reluctantly out of her grandmothers room and back into her own.  She went to her bed and after some time felt her eyes slowly closing and she slept a deep dreamless sleep.