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Chapter XI

Hermione stretched. The sun sent light through the window and on her face. She had no idea how she had got in her bed. All she remembered was that she fell asleep in Harry's arms. She smiled at the thought. But since he couldn't go her dormitory, she guessed she must have gone there herself. She had slept well last night. Really well. She hoped it would last but she knew that the dark place would come back. But she wouldn't think of that now. This day she was going to enjoy her peaceful sleep. This was going to be a great day. Today was everyone her friend and everything was for her own good. She smiled again and went to take a shower.

It was Saturday and she had no classes and liked that. She had a lot of homework, but she could spend this day with her friends and have fun. She found Harry and Ginny in the common room.

"Hi Mione!" said Ginny

"Morning Gin," Hermione smiled and sat down in a chair next to them.

"Sleep well?" Harry looked at her.

Hermione smiled to him, "Yes, I slept very well, thank you. Where have you hid Ron?"

"He is still upstairs. But he will come down any minute now," Harry said.

"Then I think it is best that I am leaving," Ginny said and stood up.

"Why? Where are you going?" Hermione looked at her.

"I'm going to meet Malfoy and I don't want to shout it out in front of Ron. He is trying the best he can and I don't want to make it worse for him."

"Yes, that sounds smart," Harry said.

"Yes, good luck!" Hermione looked at Ginny, "Don't do anything you don't want to do."

"No, I won't, Hermione. I can take care of myself."

"I know."

Ginny went out and Harry and Hermione sat in silence.

"Thanks Harry," Hermione finally said. "For last night."

"It was nothing,." Harry looked down.

"Yes it was. I really needed someone to talk to," Hermione smiled "Even though I didn't say that much."

Harry smiled to her, "If you need it again, just let me know. I will be there."

"I know." And I love you for it but she didn't say that out loud.

Harry looked at her in a strange way, "Hermione..."

He was interrupted by a knock on the window. There was a black owl there. Hermione went over and opened the window. "Do you have a letter? Is it for me?" Hermione took the letter from the owl's leg. As soon as she had it the owl flown out of the open window.

"Who is it from?" Harry asked

Hermione looked down on the letter with a worried look.

"It is from Dumbledore. He wants me to come to his office right after breakfast."

"What is it that he wants?"

"I don't know, but I bet it is not good."

"What's not good?" Ron asked as he into the common room.

"Dumbledore wants me to come to his office. And I am wondering what he wants," Hermione smiled, "But today is a happy day. So I am not going to worry. Come on, let's go and have breakfast."

When she was half way over the floor she turned to Harry and said, "What was it that you were going to say to me when the owl came?"

"Ohh. It was nothing. Nothing important," Harry said and looked down.

"Let's go. I am starving!" Ron said and the two others started laughing.

"Hello, Miss Granger."

Hermione was standing in Dumbledore's office. She had said goodbye to Ron and Harry outside the Great Hall. They would meet in the Gryffindor common room after her meeting with Dumbledore.

"Please sit down Miss Granger."

Dumbledore looked at her while she sat down. "What is it Professor?" Hermione felt that there was something in this meeting that would ruin her happy day.

"There are two things. The first is that I have sat Professor Snape on the job to try and find the antidote." Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could say anything the headmaster continued. "I know you and your friends don't like Professor Snape, but he is the best when it comes to potions. He has not much hope, but he is trying his best for you."

"I really appreciate that," Hermione said. "Will you say thanks to him for me?"

"I will."

They sat in silence for some minutes. The Headmaster looked at her. He had the same pity in his eyes that he had the time he told her about her illness.

"The other thing..." Dumbledore looked in the roof. Then he opened his mouth again.

"The day we found out about the illness, I am sure you will remember that I said I was going to send an owl to your parents?" Hermione nodded. "Well, I got the answer today. You can read it if you like." He gave her the letter. It was a short notice on paper from her father's job.

To
Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

We received your letter where you informed us of Hermione's illness. Even though it was sad to hear about, we do not find this enough reason to come to see her or that she should come to us. As far as we understand she likes being at her school more than she likes being with us, so we should not take her away the time she has left. Since she is not truly our daughter and we almost have not seen her in six years, we do not find it necessary to take up contact now. We did what we could for her from she was four to she was eleven and feel that we are not responsible for her well being anymore.

Tell Hermione that we wish her the best of luck.

Best wishes

Mr and Mrs. Granger

PS. We hope you will send us the date of her funeral.

Hermione blinked. She knew that she was just their adoptive daughter, but she thought that they would care more for her than that. They had, after all, been the closest she had ever come to parents.

"Are you all right, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked her.

Hermione blinked again. "Yes." She sat up and looked around. "Can I have this letter?" she asked the headmaster.

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at her. "If there is anything else, you just have to tell me. You are sure that everything is fine?"

"Yes. Yes... I... I have to go."

"Goodbye, Miss Granger. Remember, if there is anything..." But Hermione had already closed the door. Dumbledore looked at the closed door for a few seconds and then he said to no one in particular:

"Poor girl."

Hermione was wandering in the castle. She didn't know what to do. She had been so sure that her parents would come. She had wanted them to come. She had thought that they cared for her. In their own way they did, but she had never seen things like they did. Maybe that was the problem. She could feel two tears run down her face.

Where was her happy day now?