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'Cuz we lost it all; Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry; I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and; We can't go back
I'm sorry ;I can't be perfect
~Simple Plan- 'Perfect'
Dear Ginny,
I'm not sure why I even sent this letter to you. But I didn't know who else I should send it to. If you would do me the favour of showing this it Harry and Ron once you have arrived at Hogwarts, that would be greatly appreciated. I guess I should get on and tell you why I'm sending you this letter. Here it goes. I've just celebrated my 18th birthday, and am about to begin my 7th and final year at Hogwarts, except, I won't be returning. I've been through some unfortunate experiences this summer and feel that I need to get sometime for myself and figure out my life. This summer Gin, my mother was burly murdered by my father, that right Ginny, my father. My own flesh and blood killed the one woman he had ever loved. Not that that's bad enough, I found out Ginny, he's not my flesh and blood, he's not even my father. My parents adopted me when I was just 2 months old, so now I don't even know who my parents are, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not Hermione Granger, I'm just Hermione. I'll be traveling to California and working at a small town bar called 'Lost Souls'. If there is one more thing I can ask of you it would be that you please do not try and see me, just send letters. I don't want to see anyone now; I just want to be by myself, maybe even start a new life. Please tell Harry and Ron I will never forget them and I will always love them. You too Gin!! I will never forget all the wonderful things you've done for me.
Never forget me
Hermione
Tears in her eyes Ginny Weasley handed the letter to Harry and her brother and watched by the light of the fire in the Gryffindor common room as they read it. It was Ron who finished first. He looked up at Ginny
"Why did you not show us this earlier?! We could have stopped her" He yelled angrily. Ginny, who had been crying wiped away the tears.
"Did you not read the Ron!? She wants to be alone. Her mother was murdered!" she yelled frustrated. She wanted Hermione back as much as Ron and Harry, but she knew they may never see their brilliant friend again.
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((Two years later))
"Table two wants 3 beers" yelled the young blond from behind the counter while shoving three bottles of Coors Light onto the counter. Another young girl, no older than 20 rushed by and gracefully grabbed the three bottles her curly brown hair in her wake. She wandered over to a table in which sat three men, and placed the beers on the table. She turned to leave,
"Aren't you 'gunna join us for a drink beautiful" the first man said while taking a sip of his drink. Tucking a rouge curl behind her ear she responded.
"Not tonight Larry, I've got work to do." The man frowned and reluctantly turned back to his friends. The young girl smiled wryly, it was the same routine every night. In fact, it was always the same thing here. Nothing ever changed, she got up at 10:00 am everyday, she wondered around L.A. for the afternoon, then she went home and headed to the bar, where she worked till 10:00 pm. She liked her life there were not surprises, nothing to remind her of her past.
With a sigh she headed back to the kitchen. Glancing at the clock on the wall she realized it was time for her dinner break, not feeling hungry she headed towards the bar and slid behind. She joined the blonde in pouring drinks.
"Hey Shy" said girl who had given her the beers earlier.
"Hey Laur" Hermione responded smiling at her friend. In her first few weeks at the bar, Hermione has been very antisocial and quiet, so Lauren had given her the nickname, Shy. Now Hermione's two best friends, Lauren Citton, and Charity Grey worked at the bar with her.
"We still on for tonight?" She asked Hermione.
"Yea, sounds great" she responded "Where we going?"
"Some night club in downtown L.A., Charity wants to check out some band that's playing there… the Drocks or……"
"That would be the Drox" came the drawling voice of Chairty Grey. Her Black hair sat at the nape of her neck, and a large red flower was tucked behind her ear. "And they are only the best, punk rock band out there"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Hey Char" she greeted Charity. Glancing at the clock, she turned and head out to wait on her assigned tables and to dream about a night on the town, with her friends.
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After work that night, Hermione, Charity and Lauren left together. They walked the dark streets of the city, making plans to meet at Charity's apartment in an hour. Hermione and Charity said good bye to Lauren as they passed her building, then headed to theirs. Hermione and Charity live in the same building, but Hermione is on the 5th floor, compared to Charity's 2nd floor apartment.
After rushed "goodbyes" and "See you in an hour's" Hermione climbed the steps to her apartment. Slipping the key in the lock, she entered the tiny place and immediately retreated to the bathroom. She climbed in the shower and washed off the night's work of smoke and grim. Even though working at the bar was like an all night party, it wasn't the cleanest of positions.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her slim body. Stumbling into her bed room she threw on a pair of sweat pants, and a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. Walking over to her Mirror she cast a quick spell to dry her hair. Although she wanted nothing to do with her past, she still used a little magic from time to time. Once her hair was dry she separated it into 2 parts, fastening the two strands with clear elastics she allowed them to fall down her back, Picking up the right side she wrapped it around the left side, creating a sort of fan along her head, yanking two strands down to edge her face, she stepped back and admired her work.
Jerking a small bag out of her dresser drawer, she began to apply a small amount of makeup; she had never really liked makeup. A thin line of black eyeliner along the bottom and a light coat of mascara gave her eyes a more seductive, catlike appearance. A tiny bit of honey gloss added the final touch. Smiling at her reflection she headed to her closet, and pulled out a red dress. The dress reached down to mid-shin with a slit that came to her lower thigh. It was haler style with a droop neckline. She slipped in the dress and stood in front of her closet mirror. Examining herself from head to toe, she grinned at her appearance. I Clean up nice she thought to herself. She stole a glance at her clock
"Shit" she muttered to herself. She grabbed her shoes and her purse and dove out the door. She tumbled down the stairs to the second floor. She made it to Charity's room and knocked lightly on the door, before leaning her body against the wall and slipping into her black stilettos.
When Charity answered the door, both she a Lauren stepped out.
"About time" Lauren said while tugging at a blonde curl which framed her face.
"We thought you had stood us up" added Charity. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You guys look great" she complimented Charity and Lauren. Laurens Blonde hair had been left down in loose ringlets. She was wearing a knee length black skirt and an off the shoulder deep purple top. Charity on the other hand was wearing a dark blue skirt and a black lace, single strap shirt. Her hair was pulled in a bun at the crown of her head, with a ring of dark blue lilies around it.
"Right back at 'cha" said Lauren.
"Are we about ready to go?" asked Charity. The three girls linked arms and made their way to the front of the apartment building, were they caught a cab and headed to the club.
A\N
Hey everyone!! I hope you enjoyed this, even if u didn't, oh well, I hadn't any intention to post this fic, but one of my friends said it amazing and I just HAD to post it! (She's a little weird) anyway this ones for you Emi!
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