After being at the Weasley home for three days, Hermione decided to write a
letter to her parents. Once she had politely let them know where she was
and that she was fine, the tears began to fall. So much of her life was
wrapped up in her parents, but that life was changing-she was changing-and
a huge part of her didn't want to go back to her Muggle life.
Hermione thought carefully, staring out the window of Ginny's bedroom. The boys flew loops and de-gnomed the yard while Mrs. Weasley supervised. A sigh escaped Hermione's lips as she put quill to parchment and finished up her letter. Explanations were so difficult sometimes.
A knock on the door just then and Ginny's head appeared.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course you can," Hermione replied, and set down the quill.
"I brought you Pig," Ginny said, holding the little owl out so Hermione could tie her letter to his leg. After doing so, Hermione opened the window and Pigwidgeon took off, hooting with happiness to be outside. He managed two small loops around Fred and George before heading south.
Ginny sat down on the edge of her bed and watched her friend. When a few minutes had passed and Hermione said nothing, Ginny leaned forward and took Hermione's hand. "It will be all right. You'll see," Ginny said, and the other girl nodded slowly.
**
Hermione received a reply to her letter the next day and excused herself from the kitchen table to read it.
She read the letter three times before leaning back on the bed, tears streaming down her face.
While they thought they understood, they never really could. Even though they believed they knew the truth, they would never completely get it. The knowledge that she and her parents were now permanently separated broke Hermione's heart.
The door creaked open, but she cried on. Arms pulled her up, and she rested her cheek on a shoulder. A hand smoothed her hair, wiped the tears from her face, and cupped her chin.
"Hermione, shhh," Ron said. "It will be all right."
She started to open her mouth. No, it won't be all right, it will never be all right again, she wanted to scream, but he stopped her protest with a kiss. I'm here, the kiss said, and I'm not letting you go.
You're mine, and I'm going to take care of you. You're mine.
Hermione thought carefully, staring out the window of Ginny's bedroom. The boys flew loops and de-gnomed the yard while Mrs. Weasley supervised. A sigh escaped Hermione's lips as she put quill to parchment and finished up her letter. Explanations were so difficult sometimes.
A knock on the door just then and Ginny's head appeared.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course you can," Hermione replied, and set down the quill.
"I brought you Pig," Ginny said, holding the little owl out so Hermione could tie her letter to his leg. After doing so, Hermione opened the window and Pigwidgeon took off, hooting with happiness to be outside. He managed two small loops around Fred and George before heading south.
Ginny sat down on the edge of her bed and watched her friend. When a few minutes had passed and Hermione said nothing, Ginny leaned forward and took Hermione's hand. "It will be all right. You'll see," Ginny said, and the other girl nodded slowly.
**
Hermione received a reply to her letter the next day and excused herself from the kitchen table to read it.
She read the letter three times before leaning back on the bed, tears streaming down her face.
While they thought they understood, they never really could. Even though they believed they knew the truth, they would never completely get it. The knowledge that she and her parents were now permanently separated broke Hermione's heart.
The door creaked open, but she cried on. Arms pulled her up, and she rested her cheek on a shoulder. A hand smoothed her hair, wiped the tears from her face, and cupped her chin.
"Hermione, shhh," Ron said. "It will be all right."
She started to open her mouth. No, it won't be all right, it will never be all right again, she wanted to scream, but he stopped her protest with a kiss. I'm here, the kiss said, and I'm not letting you go.
You're mine, and I'm going to take care of you. You're mine.