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Hermione's eyes fluttered open with effort. The sun was hurting her as if she was a vampire. That annoying beeping sound was starting to accelerate, and the youth suddenly felt a deep lack of air. She lifted her hand, which felt numb, almost as if it hadn't been used in a long time, and touched her mouth. A tube had been placed to it, and while feeding her oxygen, it also strangled her. The woman pulled it out and inhaled one deep gulp of air, feeling her lungs burning as if they would burst. The fresh air (smelling like alcohol) felt so refreshing and so real after the dream she had been immersed at.
"MOM! Hermione is awake!" yelled the same youth she had seen in one of her conscious intervals.
Suddenly two adults, presided by the youth, pounced on her, tears in their eyes, hugging her tightly. The girl hugged them back, they were her parents, she remembered, and the youth was Matt, her little brother. She began to cry along with them, as disoriented as she was, she felt as if she hadn't seen them for years.
"W…What h…h… happened?" Hermione inquired with much effort, her vision still blurry.
"You had a traffic accident! You have been in comma for nine months!" Hermione's father explained while the woman whimpered lightly, covering her face with her hands.
She remembered. Chanting, the lights. Steering. The truck. The crashing sound. Flying. And then darkness. She had been nine months immersed in the depths of darkness. She remembered her car, a Citroen C4. She remembered Jake, her boyfriend, Mary, Nigel, Jessie, Alexandra, Kelly and a whole bunch of people that were too many to mention.
"H… how is… my car?" Hermione stuttered through her words.
"Oh dear, it was in a terrible state. We could do nothing for it!" Hermione's mom said sadly, shaking her head.
The young woman shrugged. She had loved that car, and it had saved her life after all. Had it been different, worse, more feeble, and she was sure to be dead by now.
"Well, we are going to get the doctor, you stay here and read the cards your friends sent you!" Hermione's father said with a smile, pointing at a table flooded with a pile of flowers and 'get well' cards.
As the three humans vanished, Hermione turned to the right side, attempting to reach the cards and read them. She felt something stabbing her leg gently, more like a sharp corner nudging at her. As she pulled it out, Hermione saw a folded, yellow parchment, which was situated in her hospital robes' pocket. The woman opened it and began reading. Once she finished, tears were flooding through her eyes and down her cheeks.
"Ron…" She whispered with nostalgia, sadness and sorrow, letting the sun glimmer in the humid brilliance of her face as she kept the small parchment close to her heart.
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Months after Hermione was fully recovered. Jake was dating someone else, and Hermione understood perfectly. He had always been her best friend, and had always told the truth, so when he swore he had been waiting for months, she believed him. It was better this way, for her heart still ached for one man, one she would never have. She was a witch, she found a wand waiting for her in her room, and when attempting to use a spell, it worked perfectly well. She received a letter, no owls or crazy happenings like those, but a normal letter mailed directly at her mailbox.
"Dear Hermione Granger
Considering your magic powers have awoken, we have decided to accept you at our Faculty of Magic, WelledWater (WW). You must fill the inscription that follows this document, choose a career, and send this personally to the secretary of the centre.
Attentively.
Headmistress Hemmels."
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Hermione was placidly sitting on her desk, waiting for the professor to come. She had chosen Political Science, considering it to be an interesting career, where she would meet a lot of people, and receive a perfect formation. The youth was scribbling a drawing, doodling on a piece of paper with her pencil, such that she didn't notice the professor entering the class and leaving a tattered old bag on the desk, next to him.
"Welcome class, I am professor Remus Lupin!" a fearfully familiar voice roared through the class, delightful and joyous.
Hermione looked up startled. Could it be? It was, it really was Remus Lupin! She could barely believe her eyes, she always thought Hogwarts was a product of her imagination.
"I am going to teach you International Relations with Magical Creatures!" the man said with a smile, and Hermione swore he had winked at her. She smiled, she was home.
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"This will be an interesting year!" Hermione thought as she began walking away from the class, across the brightly illuminated corridor.
The woman walked seductively, securely, so aggressively sure of herself it made people glanced, some envious, some with repulse, and most with desiring glimmers in their eyes. Before her approached one man, one single youth standing out against the rest for his looks, for his aura. He had flaming red hair which ignited like fire, and his chestnut eyes were so calid, warm and bright. He seemed lonely, pale, weak, and glanced throughout the window, checking his watch from time to time. Hermione felt the air leave her lungs.
Magic has odd ways to function. In my investigation I figured out something, and that was that I have always been right. McGonagall was wrong, I was not unreal, on the contrary, I was more real than any of them, or so I thought. Hogwarts is an unreal realm where magic wakes up, and you are magically taught everything you must know until you are a full wizard. To most people, it takes years of dreaming. To me, it was a fatal accident and nine months of comma to complete my studying, but definitely, everyone in Hogwarts is there to learn magic, and everyone is real. Magic has odd ways to function.
As the youth passed next to Hermione, the boy eyed her fixedly, with the doubt of recognition glimmering in his eyes. The girl smiled to herself, eyeing him sideways. Introducing her hand into the pocket of her black robes. Hermione dropped a small piece of folded parchment to the floor, and retreated without muttering a word. The boy, confused at the girl's attitude, kneeled on the floor and picked up the parchment. He opened it curiously and read out:
"You taught me how to live, I'll never forget you!" Then it hit him, sharper than the blade of a murderous dagger.
The red headed glanced into the flow of people that moved back and forth, searching for their classes, chatting with friends, reading or simply walking for lack of something better to do. But she was gone, vanished with the ease she had always had to disappear.
"Hermy… then it was real!" the boy said in a whisper, his chestnut eyes glimmering, and the shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
The End.
AN: Finally, it's finished, and I've written a PREQUEL called INHERITANCE!
I totally loved how it turned out, what did you think? Should I make a sequel? Suggestions, comments, everything is welcome. Well, a special thank you to everyone, since this story came to be thanks to all of you, and to my little big car, since without him this story could never have been possible.
This is a tribute to all of those good friends… Time is Precious, Don't Loose Your Time!
Thanks to all of my reviewers:
MyPhoenysLament: For being my first reviewer.
MagnoliaLane: For having the record of reviews at the time of finishing this story, along with JKWilliams.
Laura Truewood: For being the only anonymous reviewer, and your comment on the preview.
JKWilliams: For having the record of reviews, along with MagnoliaLane. And for your friendly comments.
Raven's Magic: For your comment on the werewolf.
Aspirer: For reading my trailer, being the last to review. I really hope you get to read the whole thing and comment.
THANK YOU!
Theatrical Trailer
"You taught me how to live… I'll never forget you!" Ron's voice is placed over a scene where he is sitting by Hermione's bed, glancing into the vanishing image of the girl.
Scene Change.
"She's gone…" a large, reddish werewolf says sadly, staring at Harry with saddened brown eyes.
Scene Change.
The wolf pokes his head out of the window and howls a mournful cry at the full moon.
"When you've lost someone you love…"
"Hello, can I speak to Ron Weasley?" Hermione says with the phone by her ear, and a phone list before her.
"Can love be…"
"Dead?" she exclaims, her eyes wide.
"strong enough…·"
"What happened to your mudblood friend, Weasel? Got kicked out because of lack of purity?" Malfoy sneers at Ron in herbology.
The young red headed leaps towards Malfoy fuming.
"Ron, DON'T!" Harry bellows trying to hold a grip of his friend.
"To unite two people…"
"Hello Starbreeze, did you miss me?" Hermione inquires, patting her horse's muzzle.
"Who are destined to be together?"
"Expelliarmus!" Rupert Grint yells, pointing his wand at Tom Felton.
Tom Felton's wand leaps away, and the rest of the actors stare at Rupert oddly.
"Cool trick, how did you manage it?" Rupert asks Tom rather surprised.
Scene Change.
"I'm having this funny dreams…!" Rupert tells Emma and Dan.
Scene Change.
"That was just too odd Ron…" Emma tells Rupert.
"Er… my name is Rupert." Rupert comments.
"Yeah, sorry, Ron!" Emma says hurriedly, turning around.
"It's Rupert!" the boy says again, exasperated.
"A werewolf trying to survive through his last year at school."
"I'm afraid, Harry, I've never lost control like this before!" Ron whimpers, hugging his knees.
Scene Change.
"I'm sick of people watching me like I'm some kind of criminal!" Ron bellowed angrily at Harry.
"A girl searching for her place in life."
"I miss him a lot!" Hermione says sadly, taking a lick of her ice cream.
"How can you miss someone you've only met in your dreams?" Jake inquired incredulously.
"Because I love him!" Hermione looks up to stare at the boy's eyes.
"A boy realizing that truth is not only what you can see."
"That's her! That's the girl from my dream!" Rupert points at a rider who is jumping with her horse.
Scene Change.
"I can do magic, look!" Rupert raises his wand "Lumos!"
The tip of the wand is suddenly illuminated. Emma and Dan gasp, staring at the boy oddly.
"Discover the love!"
"I'm dreaming, Harry!" Ron exclaims excitedly.
"Oh, Ron." Harry whimpers sadly.
"Discover the magic!"
"This is impossible! It was just a dream!" Rupert gasps staring at his hands with shock and fear.
"Rupert? Are you ok? Let us in!" Emma is knocking at the door insistently.
"No!" the boy exclaims fearfully.
"Discover how…"
"Hermione!" Rupert's voice bellows through the busy hall of a faculty.
TO LIVE A LIFE
"Who are you?" Hermione inquires, staring at the boy oddly.
"My name is Rupert Grint!" the boy sights, smiling gently at the girl, "But…"