They said many things. Stupid things. They said that she spent too much time daydreaming. They said that she spent too much time staring out the window while her life rushed by. They said many things. Stupid things.
She'd been different for as long as she could remember. The brainiac and bookworm of her class, she was always teased for her brains. When not in school, the weird things started happening. On the roof, food out of thin air, an escape route, invisible, or home in an instant they were always happening around her until she was called a witch, bookworm, and brainiac in the same breath. She was a social outcast.
Her parents tried to help but they never knew what to do. The only thing that helped was her dreams. Whenever she needed help the most, he was in her dreams, helping her comforting her. She knew a lot about him, his birthday, that his parents were dead, he had 2 beat friends (one was his girlfriend), and that he went to a private school in Scotland. He always said the same thing to her, his green eyes showing that he cared.
"Be strong Hermione."
She had never told him her name, he just seemed to know magically or something. So she spent her free time looking for him. It wasn't until she was 10 that she realized that she loved him and wanted to marry him. She never told a soul and spent her life, even at Hogwarts looking for him.
Hermione looked at the house that had appeared out of nowhere and slowly walked up the steps to the door. Deciding not to knock she opened the door and tiptoed into the kitchen where Molly Weasley was cooking dinner. She turned around and gave her a big hug telling her that her best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, were upstairs and that she should go on up.
She opened the door and leaped on Harry, catching him in a bone crushing hug. He laughed and pried her off so she hugged Ron, without as much enthusiasm. They laughed and told each other stories of their summers, reunited at last.
She sat staring out the window, something she hadn't done for 8 years because of the problems it caused, looking at the street below. She heard someone behind her but didn't turn around knowing that it was one of her friends.
"Still staring out the window, Hermione? I thought you stopped doing that 8 years ago because it did more harm than good. Or am I wrong?"
She turned at this comment.
"How did you-how could you know that? I've never told anyone that."
Really no one, her mind argued. You told him.
"Are you sure? You told me."
"Who are you? You aren't Harry, he doesn't know this, and I never told anyone. Get away from me."
"Okay I'll leave you to your important thoughts, if they went to the window they must be serious."
"Get away!"
He turned to leave and she turned back to the window. He was right, which scared her since she had never told anyone but him about that stuff. Harry couldn't be him, he was always the same age and she had known Harry for years. A soft whisper from the door caught her attention.
"Be strong Hermione. And tell Molly I'm going to Diagon Alley."
She turned around but he was already gone, leaving her to her confused thoughts. She watched him pass under her window and he paused, right under her, and turned towards her smiling, then turned and walked away.
It was then that she realized that no matter how many people told her she was the bookworm, brainiac, smartest witch at Hogwarts, or the smartest witch of her age that she was the stupidest person in the world.
He had come to her at last, and passed right under the window, like he had been doing for years.
They said many things. Stupid things. They said that she spent too much time daydreaming. They said that she spent too much time staring out the window while her life rushed by. They said many things. Stupid things. But she had finaly found what she was looking for out the window.
