Raskolian and Ratchet Lombax: Good point, there is already romance. Thanks for the compliments, and, looking deeper, thanks for reviewing. Harry Potter seems to get a thousand or so new stories daily so anything new seems to stay new for about five minutes before it is edged out. I'm not primarily a Harry Potter fanfic writer. I just got ushered onto the band wagon by the rising hype
Hermiones head lolled on to the plush arm of the seat as she stared out of the window. She ignored the meal prepared for her by the staff of the interwizarding railroads corp., opting instead to stare at the changing landscape, thinking, pondering, mulling over Viktors final statement.
They kissed one last time on the railroad station ignoring the horde of amateur paparazzi photographers, eager to make their names existent through some obscure story. The rain poured around them, mirroring their mood as did the lingering rainbow, lighting up the dull sky. She had expressed her heart, her trepidation that she would have to wait an entire year before seeing him once more. Instead of sharing in her woe, he had simply smiled and replied, in a voice as quiet as the sweeping rain, perhaps to throw off the reporters, perhaps it was a figment of her grief and love stuck mind, 'Don't worry. I have a feeling it won't be so long. Look to the sky that is not the sky, at the place where all unite'.
She had wondered what he had meant by that enigmatic statement, barely heard over the raining torrent, but he merely smiled softly as she was ushered onto the train.
Hermione looked once again at her Hogwarts letter, it would be so nice to return to it, all her friends, and, she remembered as she traced the scar she still had across her chest as a reminder of the dangers of Hogwarts, that her time there had not been all airy and fairy either. She had been attacked by a basilisk, seen horrors beyond comprehension, been cursed in a melee with a band of death-eaters, yet there she had made her greatest friends, lived up to her potential, and with facing her greatest fears, she had emerged Antaean.
This year, so much was different from before. Now she had a boyfriend, yes she regarded Viktor as such though the thought still brought a little twinge of embarrassment to her cheeks, Ron was suffering from personal problems as she found out in his letters. His parents, already distraught at Percy was now, absolutely livid at Fred and George, though the fact that they were already discussing a merge with Zonko and were reaping in around a thousand galleons monthly. She guessed that now, with Voldemort on the rise, people needed more laughs than ever. And Harry, she didn't really know if she could face him with Sirius gone and all. She knew, from his letters, that the only thing which led him through the long holidays was the faint beam of hope that someday, he might have the chance to leave the Durseleys for good, to live with his devoted Godfather. Now his dream was dashed, as surely as Sirius had died that night, in the department of mysteries. Everything about his life had fallen apart last year. All his private dreams and hopes, even Cho, the girl he had loved for god knows how long, had deserted him when he needed love and consolation the most. The sorting hat had said to them We must unite inside her or we'll crumble from within, if people wouldn't even support Harry after all he's done, the world of good would collapse until it was the tiniest particle worth imagining. But, all those problems, she thought as she gripped onto her luggage with one hand and touched the portkey with other, that would have to wait until she arrived in Diagon Alley. As the world swirled around her, and she felt the characteristic jolt around her navel, she just couldn't get it out of her mind how bad their lives had really become.
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