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Sleepless in the night

Wavering between the lines

Unclear

Lost and helpless

Tried to call out but no one heard.

Written by me

Chapter 5- Pros and Cons

She tossed, and she turned.

Yet, the sandman was on vacation somehow. Hermione could not get to sleep.

It had been hours that she had been in her waterbed, and her back is starting to ache.

No, it was not that she was too accustomed to Hogwart's bed; after all, any waterbed would beat those stuffed mattresses.

Was it not common sense that she was thinking about the day's events? Hermione had to be dumb if she just left the matter to the wind.

She could not handle her stress anymore. Climbing out of bed, Hermione switched on the lights in her room and slumped down onto her couch.

At 4 in the morning, it was of no wonder that there was no interesting show. She flicked through all the channels absently. Hermione had turned on the plasma television to let something fill the quietness in her room while she thought about what she was to do the next day, or rather, when the sun rised.

Hermione scrambled to her table and grabbed the plain paper. She liked paper better.

Hmm. What are the reasons that Mom and Dad did not tell me? I'd better list it down.

Pros and Cons of not telling me when I lost my memory:

Pros:

-I may freak out if they told me the truth after I had fell.

-I may grow to be one of Voldemort's targets.

-They wanted me to experience life as a Muggle.

Cons:

-I would not have been as upset if they had told me way earlier!

-I may have known more about magic.

-I would not have to go all out to please them when I entered Hogwarts!

-I may have shared closer ties to people that I didn't know I shared.

-I would have made use of the libraries.

Argh. I cannot churn anymore of these ideas out. Does it mean that it's more bad than good? Anyhow, what can I do? Blast them? Good idea. I shall plan later. Now, on to the list, who may have known that the C'estliaz had a daughter? All the purebloods? But that is impossible. It would be either those of the dark side, or those of the light side.

I'd better research on whichside that C'estliaz took. Heavens know how straightforward my parents will be.

Hermione groaned. It would be no easy feat.

She struggled to keep her eyes from drooping. However, it was already 4.30 a.m.! How was one to stay awake?

"Dear! There's an owl for you! Open the door or window and let the poor owl in!" Hermione's mom said over the intercom, in a tone not too soft.

Hermione groaned. Who in the world dared to wake her up? It was only 11!

What! Eleven in the morning! Hermione quickly opened the window.

Within moments, an owl flew in. Pig made a not-so­-graceful landing, or rather hit, on the night stand.

Hermione rescued the letter from Pig and waved him to be on his way back.

Mom said sure. I was smart to ask her while Ron blasted the Bludger into the kitchen window for the umpteenth time. Will be over around noon, as I said. Flooing, I think. Bless your heart and mind; I don't think you've gotten enough sleep. Anyway, that's all for now. See you in an hour or so!

Hermione quickly chucked the letter aside and went ahead with her daily routine which erself from the table. Too bad. I just don't like burrito for breakfast.

"Ow! Oh. Eh, well. You see, I was erm, in a rush?" Hermione explained feebly as her mom looked at her sternly. She had nearly collided into her mother before stopping and bringing up her skateboard.

"Young lady, you know I do not stand for this kind of behavior in the house. You had insisted on skateboarding and I had even set aside an area in the back yard specially for skateboarding! Now, what do you have to say for this?" Her mom lectured.

Hermione's eyes looked around and saw her dad waving at her to eat.

"Erm. Well mom, I've got to go! Filial duties call!" Hermione escaped to the table cheekily.

At the table, Hermione's mother eyed at her none too pleasantly. It made her shift around.

"Hey Hermione? Where are you? I'm here!"

Ginny's voice floated down the hallway. Hermione was relieved and excused herself from the table. Too bad. I just don't like burrito for breakfast.

Hey. Sorry for the senseless and shortchapter. Insomnia. Cannot think well. Thanks to Estelle Tiniwiel for such a long constructive review! And also everyone else. I had thought about giving this story up but hey. That's wasting of time. Might as well put my best foot forward and get it done. Please, please, please review. I know that most people do not read until the latest update. Most ventured chapter one and stopped.

There will mainly be Ginny and Hermione in the next chapter!