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"Hermione?" came her mother's strained voice "Hermione? You're back!"
Hermione walked cautiously walked through the messy piles of letters, papers and books into her parents' bedroom. Her mother ran towards her and gathered Hermione into a bone-crushing hug. Tears formed in her mother's eyes. Hermione's eye flew to the bed. On the bed lay her father. He was pale and his face had a sunken look to it.
"Daddy?" Hermione whispered. Even since she was started Hogwarts, Hermione had grown apart from her father. Saying that after so many years, Hermione felt a rush of warmth rush through her veins.
It's my entire fault. Hermione thought
Hermione couldn't bear to look at her father. She turned away. Her mother noticed this but said nothing.
Hermione ran to her room and landed on her bed. Her mother followed behind her.
"Hermione, it's not your fault." Her mother said, and looked at her.
Hermione looked down, too ashamed to meet her mother's eyes.
Her mother looked at her with brown eyes which looked so much like her own. Hermione felt worse then ever. The silence was so loud that Hermione could hardly stand it. A few moments later, her mother left her room, leaving Hermione deep in her jumbled-up thoughts.
Hermione spent pretty much of the rest of the day in her room sorting out her thoughts. During dinner, she hardly touched her food. As she walked past her parents' bedroom, Hermione couldn't help but to peek inside and see her father. Slowly, unsurely, Hermione walked in and sat beside her father. Hermione contemplated on telling her mother, but a part of her was afraid they would be disappointed in her, hate her. She noticed a neatly folded paper with her name written on it. Curious, Hermione reached for it and unfolded it.
Dearest Hermione,
As I write this I know I am dying. I might be dead by the time you read this. But I want to tell you I am very proud of you. I remember… the first time you cried… the first time you laughed… your first word, dad…When you got into Hogwarts, I felt prouder then ever. But during the years, you and I grew further and further apart. Even though I will not be here much longer, I will support you wherever I am, no matter what. I know you will grow and become a beautiful and successful woman.
Love forever
Father
Emotions overwhelmed Hermione. She shook. Tears that threatened to fall formed in her eyes. Her mother, who had come into the bedroom unnoticed, now came forward to comfort her. But Hermione wouldn't be comforted. She left the bedroom for the second time that day and returned to her room. For once, Hermione felt a new emotion. Loneliness. She saw a flash of light from the outside sky. Hermione went to her window. It was a shooting star. A real one. Not one that a wizard had made for amusement. Hermione closed her eyes and wished.
"I wish… that father will get well soon." She whispered, as a single salty tear slid down her cheek.
A/n Just came back from camp! So happy. The worst thing was the bathrooms. There wasn't even doors! Only curtains. And cockroaches. Argh!