Disclaimer: I don't anything sobs I am just like Hermione (the Hermione in my lil story here)

A/N: And here is the third chapter! So what do you guys think so far? Anything I can improve on?

Without a Home: Chapter 3

Hours had passed since the magazine accident and she still hadn't found anything on the ground. No money at all. Her heart was swimming in disappointment and her scent reeked of depression. Nothing it seemed would ever go right in her life.

Hermione's world was full of darkness. It was a darkness that many people do not ever face in their lifetimes, but we will all see this darkness in the eyes of another being. Perhaps we won't recognize this darkness when we see it in another, but then again some of us will recognize it. It is a darkness that pours from the person like smoke from a dying fire. It fills the air with a dark cloud that surrounds the person. Blocking out the sun. Blocking out all happiness.

Hermione could not find anything merry in life. There was nothing good about her life and she would never search for anything good. She would not seek out help to make her life better. She would not look upon a friend for help.

One day she might get off the streets. One day she might have her fill of food again, but then again what if that was not to come? What if she lived forever with this darkness inside of her? Eventually the darkness would consume her. Eat away all life inside of her.

Hermione's search continued for hours. Searching for that one thing that keeps us all alive. Money.

She continued on and on searching down the endless stretch of sidewalk. It seemed to go on forever. With every step she took the distance of the sidewalk seemed to grow. With every step she took the world seemed to spin faster. With every step she took her hunger grew. With every step she took the more she felt like dying. With every step she took…

Dizziness. Hunger. Fatigue. The next thing she knew she was falling. The ground loomed closer and closer to her and then with a crash she hit the sidewalk. Her head smacked against the gray concrete causing blood to pour down from her head.

She felt so sick and so weak. One of her hands reached up and felt sticky blood oozing from her head. Her stomach did flips and turns from her hunger. Soon she felt vomit rising up her throat and next thing she knew there was blood and vomit on the sidewalk. She knew that she had to go on and find food. Her stomach had nothing really to throw up anyways.

She must go on and find food. She must. She must.

Slowly she lifted her head that stung with pain. She winced as she felt the gash on her head one more time and then slowly she lifted her aching body from the concrete. She looked back at the blood and vomit then continued on with her search for food.

Across the street she saw a single coin drop from a boy's wallet that he had been searching through. She ran across the streets not bothering to look for cars. She didn't care one bit about the cars. She just dodged any cars that came her way. She jumped up onto the sidewalk to land on that coin. To claim it and protect it. She needed that coin and she was going to get it.

Wrong.

She landed roughly on the sidewalk. Yet there was no coin underneath her. At least she hadn't gotten another gash in her head.

"Looking for this?" a voice questioned.

Hermione slowly lifted her head and looked up. The boy was waving the coin in her face with a smirk spread across his lips. He swiftly kicked her in the ribs and chuckled as she gagged. He had a look of triumph in his eye as he shoved the coin into his wallet.

"Now you can think twice before you put your filthy hands on my money. You thief!" The boy laughed at her before running off.

Hermione finally stopped her gagging when something struck her. She could find money in a fountain! Little kids always threw money in a fountain and made a wish. She did it as well when she was little. Perhaps she could collect money from there.

There was a park only a few blocks from the old theater. She could go there and look for a fountain. Hermione stood up and prepared to walk to the theater, but one thing was wrong. She didn't know where she was or where the theater was.

Hermione Granger was lost.

She sighed it was going to be a long day. She turned around in circles trying to decide which way to go. Which way could she go? So many choices to pick from and so little time to explore each route. Hermione finally decided on a direction and headed down the streets in search of money and an old theater.

She seemed to wander endlessly, but she could not find the theater. She had stopped people several times asking for directions. Yet she should have known she wouldn't have gotten a good answer. Sure she got several different answers including, "Huh where?", "Get away filth I don't have time to talk to you", "St.. sta… stay away from mmm…mmee you… you… you thief!" Which were none of the answers she had wanted. Some people didn't even answer her though. They would take one look at her and walk quickly in the other direction. She hated it when people ignored her.

Why did it seem like her voice was so small? Like it couldn't be heard at all. Why did it seem like her voice would be bigger if she wasn't homeless and wasn't in the state she was in today?

Why couldn't anyone stop and help her? Weren't there any generous people in this world? People would take one look at her and immediately assume that she was a bad person. All she wanted was a little food or a little money to buy some food. Why were people so greedy with money? Why couldn't they share anything at all?

One thing Hermione kept in her mind though and always would was, "No matter how bad things are for you there is someone out there that has it much worse."