Chapter 2 Woes of Hermione
Hermione Granger was looking out her window from the Grimmauld Place. She had come to stay here since Dumbledore had said she was most likely going to be a target. She was currently staying in the Grimmauld Place with the Weasleys. It was around two o'clock in the morning. She was staring out her window, thinking.
She didn't get much sleep lately, she still had nightmares about what happened in the Department of Mysteries a month ago.
'If I can barely stand it, it must be horrible for Harry.' Hermione thought sadly.
She and Ron were getting worried since he stopped writing them letters.
"Harry, why won't you talk to us? We've always been in this together. Even if you yell and scream it'll be okay. At least you'll be talking to us." Hermione whispered quietly in the night, "I know your probably hurting, but you can't push us away. Even if you try to, Ron and I will always be here for you. Do you know that? Always. I just wish you would talk to me."
Hermione let a tear fall down her cheek. She hated it, absolutely hated it. She was being kept in the dark and she couldn't stand it. There were reports of attacks and people were getting killed everyday. The wizarding world was slowly falling apart.
'I just need something to believe in. Someone, more like. Everyone seems to be wearing a mask lately, trying to hide how they really feel. How do you know who to trust anymore? Is there anyone I can trust anymore?' Hermione thought.
'Of course you have someone you trust with your life! You have someone to believe in to make everything okay. Two people, actually.'
'Who?'
'Oh, wow! Someone needs to come back to reality! How about the two people that have been with you since your first year at Hogwarts?'
Hermione mentally kicked herself. She let her mind wander to her two best friends.
Ron Weasley was the first. She didn't like him at first in their first year, but genuinely became friends with him as time went on. Even though they had their occasional fights and arguments, he was always there for her. He would always stick up for her too, especially when it came to Malfoy. Harry did that also, they both had terrible tempers. But Hermione could never forget in their second year, when Ron tried to curse Malfoy, but instead hit himself and ended up throwing up slugs.
Hermione smiled at this.
She couldn't forget that. It was one of the nicest things he'd done, even though it would have been nicer if he hit his target instead of himself. She still thought the effort was sweet. Even though some people saw him as a poor red head who would never amount to anything great, Hermione knew better. He had great potential and with his determination would do something great. He had the spirit. That was what Hermione loved about Ron.
The fact that he never let anything get him down –besides Quidditch- he just kept on going. Always smiling and always a joke to share.
Then there was Harry. Harry Potter: the Boy-Who-Lived. That's how most people saw him anyways, but not her. She saw the person underneath. The one who was brave, caring, and had a horrible temper. Most people saw him as a hero. She knew he didn't like that. But there was also something else that she knew about him that everyone else seemed to forget. Harry Potter is still just a boy. Well, he may be sixteen, but is still young and has faced horrors in his past that barely anyone has to face.
She wished more than anything that he could live a normal life.
She would give anything to see his famous smile she learned to love, to see those green eyes light up in excitement once more. She didn't know if she would ever see that again. The last time she had seen him, his eyes were so dull and it was as if he couldn't smile. When Sirius fell through the veil, it was like a part of Harry fell also.
Her worst fear was having the two people who she cared most about – Ron Weasley and Harry Potter – die in war. She was afraid of being alone. They had taught her that books don't teach you everything. You have to live life to gain the knowledge books don't share- love, friendship, happiness. They taught her that. That was why she loved them.
Hermione felt quite stupid for doing this, but felt like it was something she had to do.
"Ron, Harry, you both mean the world to me. Books mean nothing if I lose you. All the knowledge in the world couldn't make up for not having love in your life. You taught me that. Thank you. I promise, I'll stand by you two in this war. No matter what, I'll be by your side. Nothing will split us up." Hermione whispered.
With that, she climbed into bed. 'I needed someone to believe in, and found two people.'
Hermione drifted so sleep. If she had been awake, she would have seen Sirius Black, clear as a ghost, sitting at the end of her bend. He leaned over and whispered, "Stay by Harry, Hermione, help him get through this."
Sirius Black then disappeared in to night.
Hermione smiled in her sleep. 'I will, Sirius. I will.'
A/N. Hope you like this chapter! Just a little note, Sirius came to visit Hermione and is going to visit Ron before he goes to Harry. Harry was the last one he talked to before he...er..went on, I guess you could say. I know I made Harry the first chapter, so I hope this doesn't confuse you! Anyways, please review! Reviews would be nice.
Love ya, Amour Lily
Oh, a little note, my penname isn't 'Sweetmimi' anymore. I changed it, obviously, to 'Amour Lily.'
Hermione Granger was looking out her window from the Grimmauld Place. She had come to stay here since Dumbledore had said she was most likely going to be a target. She was currently staying in the Grimmauld Place with the Weasleys. It was around two o'clock in the morning. She was staring out her window, thinking.
She didn't get much sleep lately, she still had nightmares about what happened in the Department of Mysteries a month ago.
'If I can barely stand it, it must be horrible for Harry.' Hermione thought sadly.
She and Ron were getting worried since he stopped writing them letters.
"Harry, why won't you talk to us? We've always been in this together. Even if you yell and scream it'll be okay. At least you'll be talking to us." Hermione whispered quietly in the night, "I know your probably hurting, but you can't push us away. Even if you try to, Ron and I will always be here for you. Do you know that? Always. I just wish you would talk to me."
Hermione let a tear fall down her cheek. She hated it, absolutely hated it. She was being kept in the dark and she couldn't stand it. There were reports of attacks and people were getting killed everyday. The wizarding world was slowly falling apart.
'I just need something to believe in. Someone, more like. Everyone seems to be wearing a mask lately, trying to hide how they really feel. How do you know who to trust anymore? Is there anyone I can trust anymore?' Hermione thought.
'Of course you have someone you trust with your life! You have someone to believe in to make everything okay. Two people, actually.'
'Who?'
'Oh, wow! Someone needs to come back to reality! How about the two people that have been with you since your first year at Hogwarts?'
Hermione mentally kicked herself. She let her mind wander to her two best friends.
Ron Weasley was the first. She didn't like him at first in their first year, but genuinely became friends with him as time went on. Even though they had their occasional fights and arguments, he was always there for her. He would always stick up for her too, especially when it came to Malfoy. Harry did that also, they both had terrible tempers. But Hermione could never forget in their second year, when Ron tried to curse Malfoy, but instead hit himself and ended up throwing up slugs.
Hermione smiled at this.
She couldn't forget that. It was one of the nicest things he'd done, even though it would have been nicer if he hit his target instead of himself. She still thought the effort was sweet. Even though some people saw him as a poor red head who would never amount to anything great, Hermione knew better. He had great potential and with his determination would do something great. He had the spirit. That was what Hermione loved about Ron.
The fact that he never let anything get him down –besides Quidditch- he just kept on going. Always smiling and always a joke to share.
Then there was Harry. Harry Potter: the Boy-Who-Lived. That's how most people saw him anyways, but not her. She saw the person underneath. The one who was brave, caring, and had a horrible temper. Most people saw him as a hero. She knew he didn't like that. But there was also something else that she knew about him that everyone else seemed to forget. Harry Potter is still just a boy. Well, he may be sixteen, but is still young and has faced horrors in his past that barely anyone has to face.
She wished more than anything that he could live a normal life.
She would give anything to see his famous smile she learned to love, to see those green eyes light up in excitement once more. She didn't know if she would ever see that again. The last time she had seen him, his eyes were so dull and it was as if he couldn't smile. When Sirius fell through the veil, it was like a part of Harry fell also.
Her worst fear was having the two people who she cared most about – Ron Weasley and Harry Potter – die in war. She was afraid of being alone. They had taught her that books don't teach you everything. You have to live life to gain the knowledge books don't share- love, friendship, happiness. They taught her that. That was why she loved them.
Hermione felt quite stupid for doing this, but felt like it was something she had to do.
"Ron, Harry, you both mean the world to me. Books mean nothing if I lose you. All the knowledge in the world couldn't make up for not having love in your life. You taught me that. Thank you. I promise, I'll stand by you two in this war. No matter what, I'll be by your side. Nothing will split us up." Hermione whispered.
With that, she climbed into bed. 'I needed someone to believe in, and found two people.'
Hermione drifted so sleep. If she had been awake, she would have seen Sirius Black, clear as a ghost, sitting at the end of her bend. He leaned over and whispered, "Stay by Harry, Hermione, help him get through this."
Sirius Black then disappeared in to night.
Hermione smiled in her sleep. 'I will, Sirius. I will.'
A/N. Hope you like this chapter! Just a little note, Sirius came to visit Hermione and is going to visit Ron before he goes to Harry. Harry was the last one he talked to before he...er..went on, I guess you could say. I know I made Harry the first chapter, so I hope this doesn't confuse you! Anyways, please review! Reviews would be nice.
Love ya, Amour Lily
Oh, a little note, my penname isn't 'Sweetmimi' anymore. I changed it, obviously, to 'Amour Lily.'