Hermione jolted awake with a start, and took a moment to remember where she
was. The second thing she noticed that was that she was no longer moving.
She turned her head to the side, and saw Hagrid sitting next to her. "We're
'ere Hermione," he informed her. Hermione closed her eyes again to stop the
sudden tears there that were threatening to spill over and down her cheeks.
She felt so relieved to be away from school, and craved to be in her
parents loving arms. She jumped up and ran off the train and onto the
platform. There stood the two people she needed the most. Her mother's face
was tearstained, and her father's was imploring. Hermione parents' stood
uncertainly for a moment before Hermione whimpered, "Mum.. Daddy," and they
sprung forth, as did their tears. All at once they were all hugging and
crying, whispering, "I love you," to one another. From a distance Hagrid
looked on, and hurriedly wiped his eyes. Then he stepped back onto the
train, knowing Hermione would be all right.
* * * * * * * * *
Ron and Harry didn't really talk about Hermione much after she left. Dumbledore asked the school not to badger Ron and Harry to tell them where she had gone. Lots of rumours sprung up though, each more far fetched than the last. That Harry had dumped her. That she had received a B+ on one of her exams and had hidden her face in shame.
One time they talked about it was at night while they were lying in their beds. Harry was just dozing off when a voice woke him up. "Are you awake Harry?"
"Yes Ron," he murmured. There was a slight pause before Ron answered. "Why'd she do it?" He didn't have to specify what he was talking about. Harry sighed hopelessly. He had wondered that question countless times. "I wish I knew," he replied. There was a longer silence this time, broken only by the steady breathing of the other two boys in the room. "I miss her," Ron's voice sounded choked, but it could have been Harry's imagination, "I hope she's alright," Harry stared at the dark ceiling before answering quietly, "So do I."
* * * * * * * * *
Hermione's parents tried to be cheery around Hermione, and act as if she was just home for a holiday and nothing was wrong. Hermione saw right through this act, though she was thankful there were no awkward questions. She was incredibly tired, and slept for a lot of the day, only wakening for meals. As the days progressed, she began to have more energy. Her parents told her they were always there for her, and asked if she wanted to see a counsellor. The next day she met Mari-Anne. She was really nice and was genuinely interested in Hermione. It seemed easier to talk to a stranger than her parents. In one of their sessions, Hermione completely broke down again, and told of how she felt like it was her fault, and that she had to be strong or everyone would think less of her. Mari-Anne comforted her and gently said she should tell her parents, because they loved her so much no matter what. She told her firmly it wasn't her fault. That night, Hermione told he parents. Her voice quavered as she poured her heart out about how she felt and what had happened. After she finished she cried about her anger and sadness, with her parents arms around her, feeling so much love for her that they thought they would burst. When she finally got to bed, Hermione knew she was loved, and was sure it wasn't her fault.
* * * * * * * * *
Ron and Harry didn't really talk about Hermione much after she left. Dumbledore asked the school not to badger Ron and Harry to tell them where she had gone. Lots of rumours sprung up though, each more far fetched than the last. That Harry had dumped her. That she had received a B+ on one of her exams and had hidden her face in shame.
One time they talked about it was at night while they were lying in their beds. Harry was just dozing off when a voice woke him up. "Are you awake Harry?"
"Yes Ron," he murmured. There was a slight pause before Ron answered. "Why'd she do it?" He didn't have to specify what he was talking about. Harry sighed hopelessly. He had wondered that question countless times. "I wish I knew," he replied. There was a longer silence this time, broken only by the steady breathing of the other two boys in the room. "I miss her," Ron's voice sounded choked, but it could have been Harry's imagination, "I hope she's alright," Harry stared at the dark ceiling before answering quietly, "So do I."
* * * * * * * * *
Hermione's parents tried to be cheery around Hermione, and act as if she was just home for a holiday and nothing was wrong. Hermione saw right through this act, though she was thankful there were no awkward questions. She was incredibly tired, and slept for a lot of the day, only wakening for meals. As the days progressed, she began to have more energy. Her parents told her they were always there for her, and asked if she wanted to see a counsellor. The next day she met Mari-Anne. She was really nice and was genuinely interested in Hermione. It seemed easier to talk to a stranger than her parents. In one of their sessions, Hermione completely broke down again, and told of how she felt like it was her fault, and that she had to be strong or everyone would think less of her. Mari-Anne comforted her and gently said she should tell her parents, because they loved her so much no matter what. She told her firmly it wasn't her fault. That night, Hermione told he parents. Her voice quavered as she poured her heart out about how she felt and what had happened. After she finished she cried about her anger and sadness, with her parents arms around her, feeling so much love for her that they thought they would burst. When she finally got to bed, Hermione knew she was loved, and was sure it wasn't her fault.