As Hermione was boarding the train the thoughts of her mother wouldn't leave her mind. She saw flashbacks of her mother singing her to sleep as a child, of her first time on the train and her mother's look of pure pride while watching her daughter board the train to her new school, and of course the memory that would almost always bring tears to her eyes.
Hermione,
The Ministry of Magic is sorry to inform you that your mother has shockingly been murdered by Molly Weasely. We don't know if she was acting of her own accord or if she was being controlled. After further investigation we shall inform you of any further developments.
Sincerely,
Mad Eye Moody
Head of Department of Magical Mysteries
Hermione gasped in horror as she reread the letter for what seemed to be the hundredth time. It was no good pretending to bear false hope. Her mother was dead, and there was nothing she could do to bring her back and one of her best friend's parents had been the cause of all her misery.
As Hermione thought about this she quickly added her luggage to the already large pile of Hogwarts trunks. While boarding the train Hermione contemplated going to sit with Ron, Harry, and Ginny. In the end she decided to just find a quiet compartment where she could sit and read for the ride. Hermione walked along the length of the train peeking into the compartments as she went. As she reached one that she couldn't hear any sounds coming out of she carefully looked in and the only person she saw was a boy who seemed to be about her age and looked quite peaceful in his sleep.
So since this was one of the last compartments she decided to just take a seat inside and try her hardest not to disturb the boy. So Hermione went in and sat down. She knew she knew this boy but she couldn't for the life of her think of who he was. But, God was he HOT!!