DO NOT OWN A THING!
Letting her go
(The hardest part of leaving is saying goodbye)
- Take care now, love. Her mother hugged her again. (No)
- I'll be back soon, she answered as she hugged her father as well. (Don't let her go)
The door flung opened and she was gone. Again, Mrs Granger had let her daughter out of her motherly grip. She watched the young girl walk down the street from the window, hardly knowing when she'll be able to see her again. They never knew.
(You hear the voice of your destiny call)
This had been the last few years and this year like all others Mrs Granger had promised herself, not to let Hermione go. And there she was again, holding her husbands hand as her little girl faded away in the newborn sunlight.
(Have you ever heard the world; NO)
Why, she did not know. Hermione never told them. She had told them, she was needed for something. "They" needed her. Why would they need a 17 years old girl, even younger?
It was true, Hermione was somehow extraordinary. She was a witch like "them". But even so.
(you know, you most go and find your way)
As the mother she was, she was worried of cause. She had seen the damage those people had done to her daughter.
Same thing every summer. New wounds and bruises, her hair even (if possible) more frizzy.
And those eyes of hers. There had been something about them since the first year she had come back from Hogwarts. But she couldn't with all her might see what made the difference.
It was true, her little girls eyes had seen things her own never had but could magic had caused such change?
Mrs Granger had noticed this more and more as the years went by. Hermione's eyes told her stories she herself didn't even want to think about.
It wasn't until this year she clearly saw what the real difference was, Pain, obviously her eyes were full of pain. What had her daughter seen? What had made the change?
She had asked Hermione about it of cause. About those new wounds. But Hermione hadn't given her a full answer, that wasn't like her little Hermione. She had said something about troubled times in the wizarding world and that she was needed to help out.
Hermione had mentioned a man named Lord Voldemort. Mrs Granger had never heard that name before that but she had shivered as she heard it. Not that the name frightened her, no, but she had seen the flicker in Hermione's eyes as she was somehow almost terrified of pronouncing it properly.
Who was this man?
What had he done to her daughter?
In that same talk, Hermione had spoken of a boy. Her friend, the friend who needed her.
Harry Potter his name was.
It was something about that boy, she knew, not knowing his story. His name sounded familiar somehow, like she had heard it before. Like as in a dream or as someone had spoken of him at a nearby table at the café. Yes, she had definitely heard it before.
Why was her girl so important for him?
And who was this Harry Potter?
(You never told her and hopefully never will)
When Hermione disappeared from view, Mrs Granger let go of Mr Granger's hand and continued her dishes.
(Only a memory away)