Chapter 1

The sun was setting on the western hills, a beautiful orange yellow glow shooting through the deep blue skies. A young figure sat on the roof of an old white house, smiling, and enjoying the sunset. Tomorrow was the last day before she had to leave for school. She sighed, lying back on the shingled roof, closing her eyes. She had come up here every night during the summer, laughing as the breeze tickled her, and smiled as the sun founds its way into a slumber.

"I'm going to be able to see Ron and Harry again," she said quietly to herself. "It's been too long. I've missed them so."

Someone from inside the house was calling to her, softly at first, but then louder out of frustration.

"Hermione dear? Oh where could she be? Hermione…" It was her mother. "Hermione, what on earth are you doing up there? Come inside before it gets too dark. You're going to catch your death of cold."

Hermione laughed. Her mother was playing the extensive mother role. She stood up, and walked down the roof, careful not to trip on the gutter. She placed on foot inside her window on the ledge, and climbed into her room. Her mother stood there, with her hands on her hips, with a very disapproving look on her face.

"Hermione, what have I told you about climbing onto the roof? It's not ladylike…and you could get hurt. I really don't want to keep you back this year because of you lack of responsibility and carelessness. Come on, you father has dinner on the table." Mrs. Granger turned around, and walked out of the room.

Hermione laughed silently to herself. Her mum tried so hard, it was actually to the point where you couldn't keep a straight face with her around you. Hermione sighed, and pulled her long brown hair up in a ponytail, before walking out of her bedroom, and following her mother to dinner. It was very quiet after that. It usually was. When Hermione had finished, she politely excused herself, and walked back upstairs to her room. The walls were painted a pale blue, and she had a large bed, with a white canopy draping over the top. She sighed, and began neatly packing the rest of her things in her trunk. She found all of her books, and placed them in first. She then, began searching through her drawers, looking for any decent clothes to throw in. Over the summer, she had changed; she had grown a little taller, and lost a lot of weight. Her chest had become more profound, as well as her behind. It was becoming difficult to get into her old clothes. When her trunk was all packed, she sat on her bed, and pulled out a diary from under the mattress. Smiling, she looked at the old tattered pages. She had started this journal in her first year at Hogwarts. Every year, she had found something interesting to write in it. She saw pictures of her, Ron and Harry all together throughout their years at the magic school. The meow of a large ginger cat broke her concentration.

"Hello Crookshanks, feel like keeping me some company?" She said. The cat only purred, hopped up on the bed and curled into a ball, quickly falling asleep.

'That's what I should be doing,' she thought with a yawn.

Getting into her pyjamas, she crawled into bed, falling asleep slowly. Her large comforter covered her whole body, and fell loosely over the edge of her large queen sized bed. Hermione's Hazels eyes looked at the ceiling, before gently closing. In the next few days, she would be able to see Ron and Harry again.

'Harry,' She thought happily. 'I hope he is doing better than the last time I saw him. He was devastated. First Sirius, and then Dumbledore. I was very surprised when I didn't see him shed a single tear. Hopefully things this year will be better. We're graduating, what could possibly be more exciting?'

With that thought in her mind, she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about the future before her and the future for her friends.