Hermione Granger sat at her kitchen table, in her house which resides in downtown Hogsmeade, waiting on her owl, Midnight. She had sent him off to deliver a very important message. She regretted not telling Harry the reason why she left. She even refused to return his owls. Then she started to receive less and less until one day, they just stopped.
No matter who she asked about Harry. She got the same answer. No one has seen the-boy-that-lived since the break-up. Not even a glimpse.
Ron told her that he and Harry had a falling out not long after she left. Harry insulted Ron and every Weasley, but, strangely enough, not Fred or George, and threatened to curse anyone of them that stepped foot near him. That was the end of that friendship. Ron knew that with Harry in that state of mind, he would carry out his threat.
A faint tapping brought Hermione out of her thoughts. Midnight was at the window. She smiled at the owl and pushed the window open. "Now lets have it." The bird held out its leg. Her heart began to break all over again. It was empty. He never bothered to reply. She only knew that he received the letter because Midnight no longer had it attached to his leg. How could Harry be so selfish? He was thinking only of himself and nothing of his daughter.
A small smile graced, the twenty-two year old, Hermione Granger's face as she thinks of her daughter who was asleep upstairs. Lily would be five years old in just under a month. She was born eight months after she left Harry. Hermione wanted Harry to know the girl. She wanted to apologize for her leaving and make things right. But she had received nothing from Harry. Not even a letter asking how she was. She this was her own doing but it still hurt.
With a sigh she leaned back on her chair, thinking. A day, five years ago, haunted her memories. It was the day she left. The day she refused to tell Harry why she was leaving.
Flashback
"Harry we need to talk" A seventeen year old Hermione told her boyfriend of two years. Harry had just returned from a meeting in Dumbledore's office.
"What is it, Mione" Sixteen year old Harry Potter asked Hermione, quietly. Dumbledore hadn't given him very good news.
Hermione lead Harry over to one of the overstuffed couches which sat in front of the fireplace. "Harry, I'm leaving after graduation. I think it's for the best." Her voice holds a confidence that she really doesn't feel. She wasn't going to take no for an answer that had already been decided.
Harry looked at her. His eyes void of all emotion. "If that is what you wish Hermione. Then I will not stop you. But can you at least tell me why?" His voice was equally void of emotion.
Hermione shook her head. "I can't tell you, Harry. Please understand." She pleads, placing her hand on his arm.
Harry stood, brushing her hand off. "I do understand Hermione. I understand that you don't think me good enough to be given a reason as to why my girlfriend of two years has decided to leave. I understand completely." His voice now held coldness and had a sarcastic edge to it. He then stomped up to the seventh year boys dormitory's.
Graduation Day
Hermione stood at the podium giving her Head Girl speech. Her parents cheered for her from the crowd as did the rest of Gryffindor house. All except one who wasn't present, Harry.
End Flashback
Hermione brushed the tears, that had welled up in her eyes during the memory, away. Harry hadn't even showed up for her speech at graduation. He only appeared long enough to receive his wizarding diploma and then he disappeared.
A small noise from the stairs drew her attention. "Lily, sweety. What are you doing up?" She stands and walks over, picking the small, messy black haired, green eyed little girl up.
The little girl cuddled against her. "I no can sleep momma" Her voice was soft.
Hermione smoothed her hair down in the back. "That's ok. I could use some company. How about we go into the living room and I'll read you a story? Ok?" The little girl nods as Hermione carried her into the living room and sat her down onto the couch. "What shall we read tonight, Lily?" She looks down at the little girl.
"The one we always read, momma." The little girl replied.
Hermione chuckled. Hogwarts: A History lay opened on the shelf. Her love for the book apparently passed to her daughter. "Ok then" She walked back to the couch with the book and prepared to sit down but a knock stopped her. "I wonder who that could be?" She looks at the wizarding clock on the wall and it read: Bedtime.(Around 9pm).
She handed the book to Lily and walked to the door. She pulled it open, only to be greeted by a sight of a man. She eyed the man fully. He had black hair that was slicked back and a black goatee that matched. His skin was pale and his eyes were a light shade of green that only held coldness within their depths. A frown also graced his lips. "Can I help you, Sir?" That's when things started to go wrong.