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A/N: I AM SOOOOOOO SORRY! I know it has been FOREVER since I updated and I am sorry about that. For some reason wasn't letting me post this chapter. I have been trying to post it everyday and today I finally got it to go through. So I am sorry for the delay and hopefully nothing like this will ever happen again.
Without a Home: Chapter 2
The sound of dripping woke Hermione up from her slumber. She sleepily cracked her eyes open and looked around. The roof of the old theater was dripping with cold rain water. The rain had finally ceased, yet puddles and a thick fog remained. There was a chill in the air and a slight breeze that played with Hermione's damp hair.
She slowly sat up and stretched. Yawning she stood up on her small feet. Today was going to be another long day full of misery. She just knew it. It had to be, because it always was.
She felt like a robot. Going through each day the same way; the same pattern of misery. Nothing new ever happened. Everyday the same thing and the same process. She lived each day in a robotic way. Like a machine she did her job the same way every single time. No one ever knew her thoughts or feelings because like a machine she didn't speak. She didn't have anyone to talk to.
She was alone in this world. She was going to live the rest of her life alone and then she was going to leave this world alone.
Alone. Forever.
As far as Hermione was concerned there was no way around it. There was no way around the past. She could not change what happened. She simply had to follow the path of life that she had ended up following. She had to follow a particular course of life. The life that had been set for her after "it" had occurred.
Hermione had long ago discovered something. Dreams didn't exist. Hope was such a lie. Goals were a fantasy people set up to try to make their life better, but goals didn't do anything for anyone.
After some bad events in the past she realized what life really was: a horrible existence that a lot of people were blind to. They were living in a fantasy; a fake life. She was living in the real world. The world that some people just failed to see and most of the time they never would see. She used to be one of those people before "it" happened.
That was when she had finally opened her eyes and saw what was really there. The thing she had failed to see all of her life. It was like she had been sleeping all of her life. Then she finally woke up. Woke up from the dream and stepped out of paradise. She had stepped into a nightmare. Never again to return to the fantasy world.
Now looking back she couldn't believe she had been in the dark so long. Now she could see the real world before her. She didn't like. She didn't want to live in the real world, but she accepted it. She accepted it as a part of life.
She hated this life.
Hermione began to walk down the wet sidewalk. Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice she was about to bump into someone until it was too late.
"Watch where you are going filth," the voice cried.
She jumped back in shock. Why couldn't she have been paying more attention?
The man pushed her into the wet sidewalk and walked off. His black trench coat swished behind him. His black hair neatly gelled back. His black shoes were shiny and clean so unlike hers.
She looked beside her. A magazine laid there. The man must have dropped it when they bumped into each other. She ran over to grab it so she could return it to the man, but stopped when she saw the cover. It was a copy of "Teen Witch".
She flipped through it and then one full page article caught her eye. It was the typical thing you would find it any female teen magazine: the top hottest male celebrities or wizards in this case. A few names caught her eye. "Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Draco Malfoy, and Oliver Wood". She read the paragraph under each one in surprise, as she had heard no news of anyone of any of her old class mates since she left Hogwarts. Probably because Hermione hadn't gotten her hands on any newspapers or magazines from the wizard world since "it" happened.
Harry Potter
This hottie is still bravely fighting He-who-must-not-be-named. Along with his "sidekick" Ron Weasly (Shown at the right). Yet for approximately six months he has quit the chase to go into Auror training. He is graduating from his training and is becoming an official Auror on November 15th at 6pm. He will be with all the rest of the new Aurors at the ministry of magic. Way to go Harry!
November 15th? Hermione thought for a second. Wasn't that today? Yes it was indeed. She smiled at the thought of Harry still making great accomplishments. He was lucky to be so submerged into the dream world; to have such strong beliefs.
Ron Weasly
This sexy redhead is also graduating from his auror training. Proofing that best friends can stick together. He has always been right beside Harry fighting He-who-must-not-be-named during their time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now they will be fighting the dark arts together and will be paid for it. This dreamy boy is still fighting!
Sidekick? Once upon a time it was sidekicks. Even though Harry had never really considered them sidekicks because they were just as important as he was in the quest to defeat Voldermort. That was what the reporters had always called them. The world must have really forgotten about her.
Oliver Wood
This boy is still guarding the quidditch posts. He still can make our hearts melt when he blocks those bludgers. This former Gryffindor plays for England. Rumor has it that he has a girlfriend. We still have yet to know who it is though.
Why would they even say that he has a girlfriend if they don't know who it is? It seemed so stupid to Hermione that girls would even care. Yet then Hermione had to remember a certain guy, Gilderoy Lockheart. She had a crush on him for the longest time, but that was in the past.
Draco Malfoy
The Malfoy's have always been one of the wealthiest wizarding families. Now Draco has inherited that fortune recently. With his parent's mysterious death he was the one to inherit all of the fortune, as there was no one else in the family. Draco is the last Malfoy. This boy is one of the wealthiest richest men out in the wizard world. He always looks hot. Even in his black colors for morning.
Idiots he has always been wearing black. Well maybe not every day. He wore Slytherin greens and silvers. Why did these magazines have to dig through his personal life and tell the whole world about his parents' death with no respect at all? She felt sorry for Draco. She never liked him during her years at school, but that was just rude. To talk as though money was all that was important about his parents' death.
She threw the magazine into a puddle letting the water smear the ink so no one else could read it. She then walked off leaving the magazine behind to rot in that puddle of water. Leaving everything she read behind. She hadn't been a part of that world since the end of 6th year.She wasn't a part of that world anymore and she would never be again. It was time that she accepted it. No matter how hard it would be to accept it. There was no going back. She wasn't going back to the world of magic.