Reflections
By: Silviestree8989
Summary: It's only second year but a look in the mirror already tells Hermione how far she's come.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The trio and the professors and Hogwarts and "Hogwarts, A History" all belong to the great mind of JK Rowling and I don't own any of them. I'm just writing this.
Hermione gazed out the window longingly. There were times when she felt so alone, even in the company of her two best friends, Harry and Ron.
She had woken early to finish her potions essay before class, but had spent much of the time alternately staring out the window and gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her attention shifted to her image in the mirror, and she began to reflect on herself.
The image in the mirror stared back at her. Her features had changed during her first year at Hogwarts. Her face was older than before. The soft, rounded features of youth had melted away into the harder angles of adulthood. Before she had come to Hogwarts, there were no worry lines or crows feet creasing her faces, but now another one seemed to pop up every other day.
But, in Hermione's mind, there was much to be worried about. Through her readings of "Hogwarts, A History", she had begun to appreciate how deep the current troubles the school was facing ran. There were secrets that the school held which she knew nothing of, but many of which she suspected could destroy the world.
And then there was her friend, Harry Potter, the most mysterious secret of them all. Although not a great divinationist, Hermione sensed the terrible odds that were stacked against him. His survival at birth was a mystery, and his encounters with the Riddle and Professor Quirrell had made her believe in miracles.
The forces of darkness were gathering and nothing was being done about it. She worried for the future, but knew in her heart of hearts that Harry would fight them with everything he had. But still...
"Hermione! Come on, we're going to be late."
She grabbed her coat and scarf and scampered down the stairs. Harry had a quidditch match today. As always, all she could do was watch.
By: Silviestree8989
Summary: It's only second year but a look in the mirror already tells Hermione how far she's come.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The trio and the professors and Hogwarts and "Hogwarts, A History" all belong to the great mind of JK Rowling and I don't own any of them. I'm just writing this.
Hermione gazed out the window longingly. There were times when she felt so alone, even in the company of her two best friends, Harry and Ron.
She had woken early to finish her potions essay before class, but had spent much of the time alternately staring out the window and gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her attention shifted to her image in the mirror, and she began to reflect on herself.
The image in the mirror stared back at her. Her features had changed during her first year at Hogwarts. Her face was older than before. The soft, rounded features of youth had melted away into the harder angles of adulthood. Before she had come to Hogwarts, there were no worry lines or crows feet creasing her faces, but now another one seemed to pop up every other day.
But, in Hermione's mind, there was much to be worried about. Through her readings of "Hogwarts, A History", she had begun to appreciate how deep the current troubles the school was facing ran. There were secrets that the school held which she knew nothing of, but many of which she suspected could destroy the world.
And then there was her friend, Harry Potter, the most mysterious secret of them all. Although not a great divinationist, Hermione sensed the terrible odds that were stacked against him. His survival at birth was a mystery, and his encounters with the Riddle and Professor Quirrell had made her believe in miracles.
The forces of darkness were gathering and nothing was being done about it. She worried for the future, but knew in her heart of hearts that Harry would fight them with everything he had. But still...
"Hermione! Come on, we're going to be late."
She grabbed her coat and scarf and scampered down the stairs. Harry had a quidditch match today. As always, all she could do was watch.