Author's Notes: Back story, real story will start next chapter. Enjoy. It may be stupid, but still enjoy. By the way thanks for the read and possible review. Yes, its short.
Chapter 1
Pouring
Her hair was dirty and matted to her shiny head. It looked as though she couldn't be bothered to shower for the past few weeks. In truth, she just didn't have the will. Her feet smelled and her nails carried a lot of dirt. She was alone, she was unwanted. Her hair was a frizzy mess, her clothing was stained and torn. She was a drifter without much to look forward to. Her eyes were out of tears, she had no where to go. She had once been so smart, happy, and brave. Now she was still smart, alone, and afraid. No one wanted her, they couldn't be bothered to care for her and listen to the horrors she had seen in the final battle. She was broken, forgotten, and useless.
She was broken due to battle. Nobody asked her to come into to battle, but she was brave and wound up going. There she witnessed the horrors of war that would never let her be the same. She saw her true love die right in front of her eyes and she didn't do a thing to stop it. She had been frozen. When the battle was coming to an end she saw her friend die while killing the man who they had always fought against.
She was forgotten due to others. Everyone failed to realize that she was there helping to defeat Voldemort and that maybe she could be considered a hero at least somewhat. No, they were- in some odd way- angry at the fact that she lived while Harry died. Or the fact that she watched Ron die. Hell, even the Weasleys disowned her, wondering why Ron had ever been in love with her.
She was useless perhaps due to herself. In Hogwarts she had been the smartest, ranked highest in her class. People expected her to be something great. But after the battle she basically gave up on everything in life. She put her dreams on hold and became a drifter.