Disclaimer-I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are J.K. Rowling's work.
It was a dark and stormy night, a woman walked up the stone steps and into the house. It was a dark day, and the windows in the Ministry of Magic showed that. Hermione Granger didn't want to go home now, especially to her parents house. With them in America, the house had lost its charm, and it was now bare. She put down the groceries in the kitchen, hung up her keys, and put away the food. Then she got onto the couch and looked at a picture. The picture held so many memories for her. It was taken in her sixth year, just as the sun was setting. She wondered where these people were now. She wondered if Harry, Ginny, and Ron would ever come home.