Chapter One
"Hermione!" yelled Heather Granger as she turned the key to Hermione's apartment and stepped on.
No answer came and Heather looked around the apartment frantically, hoping her daughter hadn't done anything desperate.
Hermione walked out into the cramped hall and said, "Here, Mom."
Her mother rushed over to her and hugged her especially tight. Hermione had bathed and cleaned up a bit.
"Hermione, I'm so sor-" Said her mother but Hermione put her hand over her mother's mouth.
"Mom, please, I don't want to talk about it." She pleaded, "could you possibly make some of your famous pancakes?" she asked and her mother smiled. This was her daughter.
"Sure, dear. Now you just have a glass of orange juice and sit yourself down." Said Heather and pulled a chair out, motioning for her daughter to sit down.
Hermione sat down and drank a bit of orange juice. She seemed perfectly content, as if nothing had happened, as if Harry hadn't left her. As if she could make it on her own.
The thoughts of not having Harry flooded her head all at once and she let out a small sob. But she couldn't stop crying. Pent up energy from the week she'd been waiting, was let out in an instance.
Before she knew it she was crying her head off. Anger washed away from her and pain swept in. She didn't want to be alone; she wanted Harry.
But something hit her then. Something hard, something that racked her brain and made her want to cry into her mother's arms. Harry wasn't coming back. He was gone.
She stopped crying and stared blankly at the poorly made apartment. She was on her own. She was alone in the world. Harry wasn't coming back.
"Hermione?" asked her mother, "Hermione, are you okay?"
"Fine." Said Hermione who was still staring at the wall emptily.
"Hermione, I think you need some rest." Said her mother as she set down the bowl of batter, "Hermione go to sleep. Forget this ever happened. Just sleep." Said her mother, and looked through Hermione's cupboards, looking for a potion that would allow her a dreamless sleep.
"Mother, no magic. I want to get away from magic."
"You can't deny who you are. Hermione, magic is a special gift given to you. Don't through it away."
But Hermione just stared vacantly at her and walked into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and lay on her bed, not even caring to cover herself with blankets.
Harry wasn't coming back.
"Hermione!" yelled Heather Granger as she turned the key to Hermione's apartment and stepped on.
No answer came and Heather looked around the apartment frantically, hoping her daughter hadn't done anything desperate.
Hermione walked out into the cramped hall and said, "Here, Mom."
Her mother rushed over to her and hugged her especially tight. Hermione had bathed and cleaned up a bit.
"Hermione, I'm so sor-" Said her mother but Hermione put her hand over her mother's mouth.
"Mom, please, I don't want to talk about it." She pleaded, "could you possibly make some of your famous pancakes?" she asked and her mother smiled. This was her daughter.
"Sure, dear. Now you just have a glass of orange juice and sit yourself down." Said Heather and pulled a chair out, motioning for her daughter to sit down.
Hermione sat down and drank a bit of orange juice. She seemed perfectly content, as if nothing had happened, as if Harry hadn't left her. As if she could make it on her own.
The thoughts of not having Harry flooded her head all at once and she let out a small sob. But she couldn't stop crying. Pent up energy from the week she'd been waiting, was let out in an instance.
Before she knew it she was crying her head off. Anger washed away from her and pain swept in. She didn't want to be alone; she wanted Harry.
But something hit her then. Something hard, something that racked her brain and made her want to cry into her mother's arms. Harry wasn't coming back. He was gone.
She stopped crying and stared blankly at the poorly made apartment. She was on her own. She was alone in the world. Harry wasn't coming back.
"Hermione?" asked her mother, "Hermione, are you okay?"
"Fine." Said Hermione who was still staring at the wall emptily.
"Hermione, I think you need some rest." Said her mother as she set down the bowl of batter, "Hermione go to sleep. Forget this ever happened. Just sleep." Said her mother, and looked through Hermione's cupboards, looking for a potion that would allow her a dreamless sleep.
"Mother, no magic. I want to get away from magic."
"You can't deny who you are. Hermione, magic is a special gift given to you. Don't through it away."
But Hermione just stared vacantly at her and walked into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and lay on her bed, not even caring to cover herself with blankets.
Harry wasn't coming back.