Hermione looked down the streets of Surrey, completely lost. She didn't even notice that she was parking in front of the house number 4 on Privet Drive. Hermione read and re-read the directions leading to a vacant house on this block. Hermione got out of the Range Rover and walked up to the Dursley home. She rang the door bell, hoping that someone can help her. Hermione heard feet shuffling toward the door. The door opened and she saw a rather plump boy with short brown hair. He looked confused at her for a minute. "May I help you" he said. Hermione nodded and looked at the paper. "Er...can you tell me where this is" she asked, putting the piece of paper in his hands.
Hermione heard someone come down the stairs and a boy with messy black hair and round glasses came into view. 'Is that Harry?' she thought. "Er..excuse me" Hermione said to the boy behind Dudley. He turned around and looked at Hermione. "Yeah?" he asked. Hermione smiled. "Harry! Oh, it's so good to see you." Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Huh?" he said. "It's me. Hermione." Harry's eyes grew wide and came to the door, "Wow Hermione. You look fabulous." Hermione giggled and spun around, "I decided to get a new look for the last year, you know?" Harry nodded. "That's great. But what are you doing here? You don't live anywhere near here."
Hermione frowned a little. "My parents kicked me out." Harry frowned too. "Oh. I'm sorry 'Mione." Hermione looked at Dudley who was still there at the door frame. Hermione looked down at to floor and back up at him. Dudley looked like he was about to go crazy. "C-Come in, why don't you." he said. Hermione nodded and stepped into the strangely tidy house. Harry took Hermione up to his room and closed the room.
"Tell me. What happened?" he asked as he plopped onto his bed. Hermione shrugged. "I don't even know. They were arguing about not telling me something and they said if they didn't tell me, I was out." Harry looked puzzled. "Then why didn't they tell you?" Hermione paced back and forth in the bedroom. "I don't know. My dad didn't want to and my mum said I was going to have to go." Harry looked down at the bed and back up at Hermione. "Well...what if they had a good reason for not telling you that something?"
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Are you seriously taking their side?" Harry shook his head. "No, no! I'm just trying to think reasonably. Maybe instead of thinking like, they kicked you out, you should try to think that maybe they were trying to...I don't know...protect you?" Hermione's face glowed a violent red. "No, you're just saying in extended form that 'YOU'RE TAKING THEIR SIDE! Then fine! Take their side for all I care. See if I give a fuck." With that, Hermione left the room and stormed downstairs.
She passed Dudley and before he could open his mouth, Hermione said, "Never mind. I could find the house myself." Dudley, who was too afraid of protesting, stayed silent and watched her leave. Hermione got back into her car and slammed the car door closed. She looked at the doors of the houses around her. Each had the number of the house on the door.
She drove down the block and stopped at a house that had a for sale sign on it. Hermione had spoke to the seller over her cell phone and it sounded perfect. She got out the car after parking it and looked around. The grass was perfectly cut the bushes as well and it looked just like the Dursleys, only instead of saying 4 on the door, it said 7. Hermione rang the door bell and another family walked out. They didn't really look satisfied. A lady in a red suit and blond hair looked at Hermione. "Hello. Are you Hermione Granger?" she asked in a cheery voice that sent shivers up Hermione's spine.
She nodded and the lady pushed her in. The first room she saw was big and had a big fireplace, but it was abnormally large. "Uh, why is that fireplace so big" Hermione asked. The lady shrugged, "This is the living room." She walked to another room and said "This is the kitchen..."
Hermione has been here for over an hour and a half. This lady just won't stop talking. It was more boring than history class at Hogwarts. Hogwarts. Hermione smiled at the fact that she will be going back in a matter of weeks. The lady thought she was smiling at the room because she was showing the main bedroom. "Beautiful isn't it? I bet you can make it look better" she said, snapping Hermione out of her trance.
After discussing everything with the lady, Hermione shook her hand and smiled. "I'm sure you'll love it here" the lady said, "You may move in anytime." Hermione nodded and the lady left, leaving Hermione in the empty livingroom. "I better start soon" she said to no one. And she knew why the fireplace was so big. 'I have floo network!" Hermione was so happy. She rushed to the car and started stacking boxes and bags into the living room. Hermione thought about her "Oh-So-Loving parents." She was mad again. "Man I hate them."
Hermione thought for a minute. Maybe she doesn't have to be Hermione Jane Granger anymore. She felt good. This was a start of a new beginning. 'Perfect. Haha, this is perfect.' And she wasn't being sarcastic. 'Oh man, Hermione. Don't do anything you'll regret' a nagging voice inside of her said. 'Oh fuck off. I have some unpacking to do."
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