A/n: Happy New Year!

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She fell to the ground, disorientated; just as she was about to stand a huge explosion sent her flying straight through the window. Her unconscious body smashed hard into the cheap metal roof of the ford and she laid still.

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It had been two weeks since the event. A few minutes after the explosion paramedics had been called to the scene but all persons present were pronounced dead on the scene.

All but one.

Hermione had been taken to the police station; no one had known what to do with her. This was until an old woman with strangely familiar thin-lined lips arrived claiming to be her great grandmother on her mother's side.

Once outside the station Minerva Mcgonagal had removed the charm and had taken Hermione to Hogwarts.

Here she had stayed for the last two weeks, tomorrow was to be her birthday but the thought of being 16 only filled her with dread. None of her friends knew yet, but Hermione was now temporarily taking up residence at Hogwarts. She had nowhere else to go, and all her possessions minus her wand were destroyed in the resulting blaze. She took comfort when it was found that her parents had died quickly and painlessly.

She was staying in one of the many towers at Hogwarts. The exquisitely furnished room guarded by a passworded portrait that only Dumbledore and she knew the password to. Dobby had been tasked with attending to her every need; though at first she had argued that she was fine and could perfectly do everything on her own, Dobby had insisted that he would help any friends of "mister Harry Potter sir!"

Her first Errand to him was to fetch her some clean robes and clothes but upon opening her wardrobe she found a huge pile of richly decorated robes. She had asked Dumbledore about them and he had explained that her room used to belong to an old wizarding band that had toured the school many years ago.

Dobby had returned with the required black school robes and muggle attire she had asked for. Since then she had not asked him to do anything else apart from bringing her meals up to the tower. She however, had suspicions he had been doing the cleaning as well but Dobby always denied this.

She lay back on the rich silk sheets of her four-poster and sighed. Tomorrow she would be 16, a young adult, she would be able to do proper FUN teenage things, things her parents had always forbidden her to do.

Thinking this brought back the memory of her parents and she was forced to fight back her tears. Her parents would not live to see their little girl grow up.

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A/n: This was supposed 2 be posted ages ago but I was gonna add more but I decided id give a little indicator I am not dead…. Yet (Opens curtain slightly to see massive horde of Draco fan girls still camped outside)

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