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Prologue
She looked down at her mug of black coffee and slammed her fist on the table. Nothing happened and nothing changed. She was still the same 27 year-old witch who was going through the worst years of her life.
"Damn it, God!" she said with frustration in her despairing voice. She had all but given up hope that he would come back to her. She looked around at her apartment, where she was staying until he came back for her. He HAD to come back for her.
The phone rang and she sprung to it immediately.
"Harry?" she said into the telephone.
"No, dear it's me, your mother." Said the person on the other line; "You really should stop waiting around the telephone all day. You know he's not going to call. He left you and you have to move on."
But Hermione just raked her hand through her dirty, unwashed hair.
"Now, Hermione, just go take a shower and go to bed, he's not going to call."
"You're wrong!" she yelled and slammed the phone down.
She leaned against the bare wall of the apartment and cried. This couldn't be happening.
The phone rang again, but Hermione just threw it across the room. Only her mother phoned her. She was the only muggle who had her phone number.
Why hadn't he called and told her everything she heard was a lie, he loved her, so why wasn't he here to comfort her?
Hermione and Harry had gotten married straight out of Hogwarts. She admitted that it was really foolish, now. But they had been in love. He had left on a Ministry trip a couple of weeks ago saying that he would be back in a few days.
A week passed and she got worried. She went to visit her old friend, Lavender Brown, who worked for the Ministry of Divination. Hermione ended the visit with a scream saying that Harry would never have left her for another woman, especially her best friend, Ginny Weasley.
According to Lavender, Harry had been discontent with Hermione for months and had been with Ginny on all those weekends he had said he was at work. But Hermione hadn't given up hope that he really loved her and he would come back for her when he came to his senses.
She just had to wait; but with every passing day she fell more into despair.
A/N- Awfully short, but its only the beginning. Please review.
Prologue
She looked down at her mug of black coffee and slammed her fist on the table. Nothing happened and nothing changed. She was still the same 27 year-old witch who was going through the worst years of her life.
"Damn it, God!" she said with frustration in her despairing voice. She had all but given up hope that he would come back to her. She looked around at her apartment, where she was staying until he came back for her. He HAD to come back for her.
The phone rang and she sprung to it immediately.
"Harry?" she said into the telephone.
"No, dear it's me, your mother." Said the person on the other line; "You really should stop waiting around the telephone all day. You know he's not going to call. He left you and you have to move on."
But Hermione just raked her hand through her dirty, unwashed hair.
"Now, Hermione, just go take a shower and go to bed, he's not going to call."
"You're wrong!" she yelled and slammed the phone down.
She leaned against the bare wall of the apartment and cried. This couldn't be happening.
The phone rang again, but Hermione just threw it across the room. Only her mother phoned her. She was the only muggle who had her phone number.
Why hadn't he called and told her everything she heard was a lie, he loved her, so why wasn't he here to comfort her?
Hermione and Harry had gotten married straight out of Hogwarts. She admitted that it was really foolish, now. But they had been in love. He had left on a Ministry trip a couple of weeks ago saying that he would be back in a few days.
A week passed and she got worried. She went to visit her old friend, Lavender Brown, who worked for the Ministry of Divination. Hermione ended the visit with a scream saying that Harry would never have left her for another woman, especially her best friend, Ginny Weasley.
According to Lavender, Harry had been discontent with Hermione for months and had been with Ginny on all those weekends he had said he was at work. But Hermione hadn't given up hope that he really loved her and he would come back for her when he came to his senses.
She just had to wait; but with every passing day she fell more into despair.
A/N- Awfully short, but its only the beginning. Please review.