A/N: im soooo sorry ya'all! Well read the profile to hear my lovely excuses but you've been waitin' for this forever so I wont bore you with them here…
Desperate Pleas, Foolish Mistakes, and Painful Losses:
She slipped between two buildings in a silent and deserted Hogsmeade and found herself wondering what on earth she was doing. Glancing downwards she realized that she was still wearing her pajamas and bathrobe so she concentrated her mind, waved her wand ever so slightly and faster than she could blink she was dressed in her school robes, black as night. Hermione had always been fascinated with Transfiguration and had developed quite a talent for it over the years. But now was no time for self congratulations – she needed to find her parents before it was too late. She began to run through a mental checklist to try and determine how she would be getting to her parents house. She could fly, but no that wouldn't do seeing as she didn't have a broom, she didn't have time to wait for the train, and the Knight Bus wasn't save enough. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She couldn't believe that she'd forgotten about it. Hermione leaned up against one of the buildings closed her eyes and pictured her parents house on the outskirts of London. With a small pop she felt herself moving. Not half a second later the tiny ally was completely empty except for the stars.
A/N: wow this is pathetically short but bare with me guys, part 2 is on its way soon I promise! I just like to keep ya'all in suspense and it looked longer on paper….