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Chapter 2

The Best Memory

Over the next couple of weeks, Hermione spent almost all of her time in her room. She didn't mind, since this was how she always spent her summers. She would rather stay in her room and lose herself in a book than go outside and face reality anyway. In a way, she was happy she was grounded, because she could stay in her room without anyone bothering her. She was alone in the house, as usual, since her parents were at yet another meeting.

She set down her book for a minute, so she could go to her favorite place to think, her window seat. The cushion itself was midnight blue, which looked nice against her light blue walls. She sat down, and stared down at the street below. Her neighbors were going about their usual business, mowing their lawns and buying cold lemonade off of little children with lemonade stands.

She sat there, trying to thing of a moment that her parents had been interested in her life. She knew that her parents had her at young age, and that they were not planning on having children, but she still wondered why they never really acted like they loved her. Even when she was little, her parents had left her with a neighbor or her grandparents, claiming they had a meeting to attend to. She being the bright child she was, however, had figured out that her parents just wanted to be alone. Ever since she was about seven, she had wondered why her patents had not just given her up for adoption. She wondered if her parents had even researched the possibility.

Hermione sat there, staring off into a place that only her imagination could take her. If someone had walked into her room right then, they would have thought she was sleeping with her eyes open. She was simply sitting there contemplating life, trying to remember the last time she had been truly happy, when the old memory came to her with sudden force.

Flashback

"'Mynee! 'Myyyneeee! C'mon! Let's go play in my backyard! I wanna play tag! TAG! You're it! HaHaaaaa! Come get me!"

Hermione began to chase her best friend Sara as fast as her little five year old legs could carry her. She always had fun with Sara. She loved how Sara live just two houses down, and she could play with her whenever she wanted to.

"I'm gonna get you Sara! I'm gonna get you and then you will be it!"

"Not uhhhh! Naaa Naaa Naaa Boo Boo! You can't catch me!" Sara spoke in a typical childish sing-song voice.

This teasing made Hermione more determined to catch her. "Watch out Sara Biggins here I come!" Hermione ran with more determination, forcing herself to go faster and faster until finally...

"No fair Mynee! I wasn't ready! I wanna do-over!" Sara pouted, clearly upset that Hermione had caught her.

"No do-overs. You get me lots of times. I had to get you at least once! So haha!" Hermione stuck her tongue out at her, clearly pleased that she had caught her friend.

"Fine. Well lets play a different game then. Lets plaaaaay...hopscotch! Yea! We can play in my driveway!"

"Ok. Go get the chalk so we can draw it. I'll find a pebble." Hermione watched her friend run into the house, and smiled to herself. She loved having Sara as a friend. She began searching for a good-sized pebble. By the time she found one, Sara was out of the house and waiting impatiently.

"C'mon Mynee! Lets play!" Sara ran out to the driveway and began drawing out the game. Hermione ran after her, pebble in hand.

"Who's gonna go first?"

"Don't you know how to figure that out?" Hermione shook her head. "Wow Mynee I thought you were smart."

"I am smart. I just don't know everything. That's impossible."

"Yes it is! I know everything!" Sara smirked.

"If you know everything then what's seven times seven?" Her friend looked stumped, and Hermione looked at her triumphantly.

"Fine you win, but I still know stuff you don't so ha."

"Well tell me how we figure out who goes first in hopscotch."

"Ok here goes. A person takes the pebble and throws it on a number. What ever number the pebble lands on is that person's number. The next person does the same thing, and the person with the bigger number goes first."

"Ok. You can throw it first." Hermione handed her friend the pebble and stepped back.

Sara tossed the pebble, and both girls watched as it rolled and landed on the seven. "Beat that! Seven's a high number. I bet you can't beat me Mynee!" Sara teased. She playfully stuck her tongue out at Hermione.

Hermione grabbed the pebble from her friend. "I bet I can! You just watch and learn, Sara. You can't win all the time." Hermione lightly tossed the stone and watched as it rolled over the numbers. It began to slow down, almost stopping on the line between seven and eight. Then, almost magically, it rolled to the number eight. Hermione flashed her friend a triumphant smile. "Told you I could beat you!"

"Just go already!" Sara looked at her friend and rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed that Hermione had beaten her for the second time that day.

Hermione threw the pebble, and just as it stopped, Sara's mother called from the house. "Sara, come inside for a moment please, I need to talk to you. Hermione, would you please go home for now? I'll have Sara stop by later. I just need to talk to her."

"Ok Mrs. Biggins. Have a nice day." Hermione spoke politely to Sara's mother as she always did. "Bye Sara! Don't forget to come over to my house when you can! I wanna finish the game!"

"Ok Mynee I will! See ya!"

Hermione waved at her friend, and walked home, wondering what Sara's mother could possibly have to tell her that was so important. She had a feeling something bad was going to happen, but she pushed the feeling aside as soon as it came. Sara's mom probably just wanted to take her shopping or something. Hermione went into her house, and told her grandmother she was home.

Her parents worked during the day, so her grandmother took care of her when they weren't home. She didn't mind, though, since her grandmother was always making cookies or some other sweet.

She grabbed a cookie off of the kitchen counter, and went into the living room. She turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels. Nothing really interested her, but she figured Sara would be coming over soon, so she just watched what was on.

An hour had gone by, and Sara still hadn't come over. Hermione grew worried, so she picked up the phone. Just as she began to dial Sara's number, the doorbell rang. Hermione hung up the phone and went to open the door. There stood Sara, with tears running down her face.

"Sara, what's wrong?" Hermione looked at her friend with a worried expression.

"I'm...I'm m- moving." Sara began to cry harder. In between sobs, she looked at her best friend and spoke with difficulty. "Im moving to the United States. I leave in three weeks."

Hermione was shocked. This couldn't be happening. She looked at Sara, and threw her arms around her.

End Flashback

The memory brought tears to Hermione's eyes. Sara was the only person who had ever called her Mynee. The day she left was one of the worst days in Hermione's young life.

Hermione rested her head on the wall, thinking about the past. The thinking must have really worn her out, because she drifted into a deep sleep, going into her own little dreamworld.