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Chapter 5: Return to the Memory Pool
Hermione groaned as her alarm clock nearly shattered the whole house with its screeching soaring siren. She attempted to turn over in her bed and cover the pillow over her head as to shun the world out of her. To escape into her own elision. She had been brought back home after the doctors had seen her fit to return, however it was only for one night as the school term was due to start the next day (that being the Monday). Whether she wanted to go home was another thing. The sight of someone else seeing Snape (I mean, why Mrs Weasley of all people! She hates him, whereas I... well... I...
The sun glared into her face as she turned over. She knew she must face it, otherwise when would she ever? No. It was time to face reality. She needed Hogwarts, and, well, a certain someone in Hogwarts needed her. How could she have let him slip from her mind. First in the hospital, she felt she had neglected him.
Why else would she have decided to face the day rather than run away from it if it weren't for the idea of seeing Harry again. Yes, she felt Harry had somehow been airbrushed from her memory. As if something had been slowly consuming itself inside her head. Ravaging all what mattered to her.
In fact, she had meant to phone Harry. Or at least owl him. The guilt sank right to Hermione's heart and she craved for those long days they all three used to have. Back in the first year when they all three (Ron included. Of course!) used to play chess in the great hall. Those long summer afternoons sitting in the grounds whiling the days away. The long willow tree caressing the delicate skin on Hermione's forehead as she lay there on the ground, with the only two people that mattered to her in the world. The grass would gently blow in the warm sunlight, and through the trickling stream by the willow, the sun would filter through generating a supple glistening vision that would seep through into Hermione's eyes and intoxicate her and send her into a deep sleep. How she longed for those days to return. She felt ever since she had met Snape, her world seemed to have been stained. Stained by some deep enriching colour that slowly melted away that sense of innocence Hermione had once felt.
She loved Snape, but the return to that place would mean embracing her memories with open arms, even if they squirmed a little by her breasts. She would always remember the soft touch Snape gave when he cupped her breasts and it seemed like the whole world was lifted from her self and she could be free to live the life she wanted. How ironic it seemed that the person who had the power to take such a feeling away (that of heavy heartedness and the busy life she led), was in fact the one who caused those feelings.
Hermione couldn't work out whether what Snape had in directly given her, was in fact a blessing, or a sodden nuisance. One thing she did know, was she had to return to Hogwarts to finish her education, with or without her Snape.
The train effortlessly gave a few noises as it swept into platform 9 3/4. The glistening green paint had been recently restored and the shining bronze on the front of the train shone out through all the other muggle trains that it had passed on its way to Kings X. There were many little children running around frantically as if the whole world was about to release its energy and crash in on them; M4 first.
Hermione gazed as she saw all the children scuttling around saying goodbye to their mothers and then being herded off to some unknown quantity which was Hogwarts. The enormity of it all seemed to captivate Hermione as memories flashed by one after the other. Her fist journey was exactly like this. She was frantic about all the (what seemed like) little silly things. Like whether she had enough quills and biros to last her six weeks. In some respects she yearned to return to that age. No worries at all, her life in front of her, and her to cut out each and every bit she desired and to discard the rest in one fit of happiness.
That strange vision seemed almost extinguished now. She realised her life was dictated for her, and she had make the most of it. Life wasn't going to make the most of her: she had already seen the consequences.
Once on the bus, Hermione proceeded to find an empty compartment where she spread herself out and read her book. She hadn't intended to find Harry or Ron as they'd probably be together and they wouldn't be bothered about finding Hermione. So she thought...
The train steamed along effortlessly and the gap between her and Hogwarts seemed to be closing in rapidly. One last 'chug' was all that it took and immediately the train ground to a halt and it was time to return to the Memory pool.
