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Summary: Hermione is given the advice to write a memoir. She reflects on her past telling us the story of what her life was like after the downfall of Voldemort. No longer a little girl, the woman of 24 tells us her story. How she hid from the world but at the same time found herself falling in love. Even if she denied it from the start. ~ A glimpse into the life of 24 year old Hermione Granger as she tackles the obstacles of friends, family, work, luck, mistakes, challenges, lessons and love. Prepare yourself, you have no idea what you have just gotten yourself into.


Note: Thank you in advance for taking the time out to read this. It's a work in progress, which basically means I have no idea how often I can post. But hopefully with your support I'll find the strength to get at least one chapter up per week. I hope you enjoy this story and please when you're done review. The beginning of the story is told in first person and then it changes when we get to the actual story. Sorry if its confusing but I think you will catch on.


Chapter 16 ~ When All Seemed Right

Harry knocked furiously on Hermiones bedroom door. It was about nine in the morning and today was the day she was to go in for her operation. It had been a rough few months, Hermione had given Harry a hard time about helping out but once she realized how hard it would be to bare the weight alone she reluctantly gave in. At first George asked Harry if he could help as well, but when Harry suggested it to Hermione she quickly turned down the idea. He knew she still loved him, and he still didn't understand why she wouldn't let him in. George cared deeply for her, and Harry felt a twinge in his heart as he thought about it. Hermione had always been stubborn though. Even back in Hogwarts she always stuck to her guns which made some situations hard. He knocked again, this time a bit harder in hopes that she would answer him.

"Mione, are you awake? Today's the big day. Come on out, we need to get going." Harry pressed his ear against the door and listened.

There was a rustle of movement inside and he smiled to himself. He knew that the procedure would go smoothly but Hermione had other thoughts. She was terrified of dying, and although she would never admit it, he could always see the look of concern that creased her face. Another movement in the room caused Harry to step away from the door and a few moments later Hermione emerged. Her face had grown thinner over the last month and her eyes were dark from the lack of sleep.

"Hey Harry, sorry it took me so long. I overslept this morning and I barely finished getting ready before you got here. " she smiled weakly at him and he took her hand.

"Its alright Herm, but we really need to get going. " He watched as she grabbed an over night bag and a few other possessions. The doctor had informed her that she would remain in the hospital for a least a week. " Ginny said she would meet us at the hospital, she had a doctors appointment for the baby, and couldn't reschedule. "

" Its quite alright Harry, in fact Id rather there be less excitement about this ordeal. I'm very nervous, and with a large crowd of people I'm afraid it will only make me more nervous." They headed for the door and Harry turned the knob.

" Everything will be fine Herm. You just wait and see. Today will be the end to all of this, and you will finally be able to get back on track."

Hermione just smiled and stepped out of the apartment. Harry was sincere with his words and she knew that he really did believe that everything would be ok today. Yet something in the pit of her stomach told her it wouldn't be. Something was telling her that today everything was going to turn black.

Ok, so I wanted to be optimistic about everything, but honestly I couldn't. I felt as though my entire life was resting in the hands of fate. I didn't like that idea. Basically because fate was so unpredictable. Was fate going to grant me life and let me be cured, or was it going to be cruel and let me die? My heart raced as Harry and I made our way to the hospital. I wanted to turn and run away from it all. Forget about everything and just let the disease take its course. Yet something held me back, something made me continue walking into the hospital. I regretted it fully as I saw all the familiar faces set before me. Everyone had come out for my surgery. The Weasleys, Emily, even Draco, but my heart sank the slightest as I looked between the faces. George didn't come.

" Thank you all for coming." Hermione smiled lightly and exchanged a hug with Emily.

" Its not a problem Hermione, we are all here for you." He pulled away and grinned.

" Yeah, I can see that. " The tone of her voice dripped with the slightest disappointment. She exchanged a few more hugs with everyone. Even Lavender had appeared for the occasion. Fred stepped away from Angelina for a moment and pulled Hermione into a tight embrace. He leaned in close to her ear and spoke softly under his breath.

"He wanted to come but figured it would only upset you. He told me to give you his love and he will speak with you soon. " He pulled away and looked into her eyes. She was unaware of the small tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes.

"Thanks Fred. " There was an awkward silence in between them and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as the nurse entered the waiting room.

"Ms. Granger, we are ready for you now. " She held the door open and waited for Hermione to join her.

Hermione turned and smiled at her friends, her family. She felt her stomach begin to flop, but she forced a strong smile to her lips. " I'll see you all in a few hours."

Turning quickly she headed for the door. Her hands became sweaty with nervousness, and she smiled politely at the nurse.

"Wait!" A voice sounded from behind her.

'He came' she thought and whirled around. Her eyes flickered through the group and she saw Ron running towards her. It wasn't George, and with that she began to cry lightly.

"Hey Herm, oh geez I'm sorry. " He pulled her in and ran his hand through her hair. " I'm sorry I'm late, but Parvati made me attend some wedding expo that lasted far to long. I'm sorry. Please don't cry." His voice was gentle and reassuring, but Hermione couldn't control the tears that were falling down her cheeks.

"It's not your fault Ron, I'm just glad you're here. " She pulled out of his embrace and wiped at her eyes.

" I'm always here for you Mione, always. " He kissed her lightly on the cheek and stepped back. " Now you go in there and come back soon. We will be waiting for you. "

She chuckled a bit at his innocence. Something she had always loved about Ron. Despite all of his stubbornness, he always made her feel that everything would be alright. With one last glance at everyone she turned and headed through the doors.

A few blocks over in their Shop, George Weasley sat with his face in his hands.

Hermione laid back on the operating bed, the bright lights burning her eyes causing her to squint up at the doctors. She watched as the moved about her, setting up the room for the long operation ahead of them. One o f the nurses, Janice Monahan, stood over Hermione with a smile.

"I am going to administer the anesthesia, this will keep you out for the length of the operation. "

Hermione nodded and took a deep breath as Janice placed the mask over her face. She breathed slowly, allowing the gas to fill her lungs. The lights above her began to swirl slowly, and she felt the needed to giggle. Her mind became hazy and soon she found her eyes become heavy. It wasn't long before she felt her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

"Hermione?" a voice echoed softly in her ear. "Hermione?" It came again, a bit closer this time, and she tossed in her sleep. "Hermione? "

Opening her eyes she felt a grogginess arise inside of her head. "Hmm?" She squinted, and tried to focus on the faces in front of her. Harry's face beamed as she looked up at him. "What's going on Harry? Why are you in the operating room?"

"Mione, the operation is over. Your fine, everything went fine. You've been sleeping for a few hours now. " He smiled again and sat back down in a chair next to her bed. " The doctor said you will probably be sore for awhile, but everything went well. He was able to remove all of the cancerous cells and soon you will be as good as new, just like I said you would be."

Hermione took in his words and grinned. " Did everyone go home already? I would have liked to see everyone. " She tried to sit up, but winced as a pain rose dully in her lower abdomen.

" Everyone left a few hours ago. Ron said he would be back shortly, but he hasn't returned yet. " Harry furrowed his brow and ran his fingers though his hair. "I'm sure he will be here soon. "

" I hope so, I really want to see him. " Hermione closed her eyes briefly. It felt as though the world had been lifted from her shoulders. She was going to live, she had survived. Everything was perfect.

The door to her room burst open and created a loud crash. Ron stood in the frame of the door with a frantic expression. Hermione's eyes snapped open and just by the look on his face her heart stopped beating for a moment. He glanced at Harry and then to Hermione, the words catching slightly in his throat as he spoke.

"There's been an accident…he's in critical condition…"

Harry's eyes grew wide and he stood quickly from his seat. "Who Ron?"

Hermione swallowed hard. Her body had begun to shake and she took another deep breath to keep herself calm. She watched Ron as he stood there. An eerie silence surrounding them. His voice cracked again and it was obvious that the nature of the accident was quite serious.

"George…"

My heart had stopped beating at that moment. I tried to gasp for breath but I only managed to choke a bit. It couldn't be true, I t just wasn't possible. George had to be alright. I had so much to apologize for, so much left to tell him. I closed my eyes after Ron spoke his name. I closed them in hopes that I would wake up and realize this was all a dream. But when I opened my eyes, he was still there. The same expression painted on his face. I had never felt so emotionally torn in my entire life. I was a fool. I had been loved so dearly by another, and I had to ruin it with my stubborn foolishness. Thoughts began to spin rapidly in my head. What if George was seriously injured? Or worse, what if he didn't make it through? The images of our time together haunted my brain as I lay helpless in my hospital bed. Harry and Ron desperately tried to wake me from the trance in which I had fallen. It was useless. I had made the biggest mistake of my life, and now I might never have the chance to right the wrong. At that moment, despite my successful operation, I felt like I had lost everything. I felt trapped inside a blackness in which I couldn't escape. I felt dead.

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