Hermione travelled back on the train. She could have apparated of course, but this was slower. It gave her time to think before she got home.
Home! A word that should mean security, warmth, comfort. What did it mean mow? Part of her said it now meant the same as Azkaban, a prison. A prison she would spend the rest of her life in, being a wife and a mother. One day she would be a grandmother in that home. She had seen a glimpse of another world, a world that did not revolve around home. A world that was greener and fresher, or was it? Was it simply a world without security?
Had she made the right choice? As she had thought back then in the dining room, she hadn't. Well, she had. What was done was now done, and she could never turn back the clock. She must live with her decision.
She leant her head against the glass of the carriage window. It felt cool against her forehead.
A tear rolled unnoticed down her cheek.
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Did you really think I was going to spill the beans? So, did she or didn't she?
Hermione did exactly what you or I would have done in the same position.
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