Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am so sorry for any one who thought I did. I really never meant for that to pop into your mind.

Ok, I know this is a new point of view but I wanted to shake things up a little so from time to time you will get other people besides Hermione and Draco talking here. Okay? Well, here we go. Enjoy.

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Things seem so quiet.

I can't remember a time since I started at Hogwarts that Hermione wasn't just an owl away.

Until now.

As I sit in my chair and watch Lillianna I wish I could make her happy.

She misses Danica greatly.

And I miss Hermione.

She has been my best friend for years.

I remember when I was in fifth year, and she was in sixth I told her I still fancied Harry and she would sit up with me at night and listen to me talk about my family and Harry and how Mom was still upset that Percy was being such a prat and it made me feel like I had the sister I always wanted.

Harry and Ron are worried about Hermione. I can see it in their eyes and in their posture. In the way they move and the way they talk.

I wonder where she is and what she's doing.

And I don't mean where she is physically but where she is in her head because when she left she seemed too distant.

She had a far-off look in her eyes that made her seem like a completely different person.

A person I didn't recognize and deep down in the pit of my stomach, she was one that I didn't like.

Now, since Hermione wont even right back when we send her letters I feel like I have lost the sister I never had and always wanted and a part of me seems like its missing.

Not to say I don't have other friends. I do

One such friend is my friend Kikyou.

I met her when Harry made me go to a muggle birthing class, having found out that I was pregnant with Lillianna.

Kikyou is a beautiful girl with long black hair and blue eyes.

Fred himself said that she was beautiful.

That earned a slap from his girlfriend Miranda.

But still, even though I have Kikyou around, who, by the way is also a witch, it seems like I have no one left anymore.

And as I sit watching Lillianna looking at the door I know she's wondering why Danica hasn't been around lately.

And a part of me breaks away and dies and rots away because I cant take away my daughter's pain.