Figuring out

by thestoryof14

Hermione Granger is only 9, but she knows that she is different. How could she not know it, when people in her class tell her everyday? What is that makes her special, she doesn't know exactly. Slowly she starts to discover her talent, and everything she is apart from that. Hermione age 9-?, collection of one-shots that belong together.

20. They're on their way

Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head.

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*On the road - age 17*

"They're on their way"

And then there was chaos
And then there was noise
And then everybody was everywhere and no one was to be found
And then there was panick

And I was trying to find Harry and Ron
And I was clutching to my purse, trying not to lose it
And I was praying I hadn't forgotten something
And I thought it would never end, never be better, never be quiet again

And people were confused
And people were running
And people were screaming
And people were dissapearing
And people were all around
And people were trying to find their friends, there family, there coats, there way

And I saw one of Fleur's nieces fall
And I saw Luna grab her father's hand
And I saw Victor apparating
And I saw Fred looking for George
And I saw Charlie guiding people to the end of the non-apparating zone
And I saw Molly on the verge of tears

And I heard Mr Weasley calling Protego
And I heard Bill asking over and over again 'why'
And I heard aunt Muriel laugh
And I heard Ginny shout 'Good luck!'

And I wondered how she knew
And I wondered why it had to be now
And I wondered if the newly-weds would survive their wedding day
And I wondered if everybody would get out in time

And then there were cracks
And then I saw men appear out of nowhere
And then there were curses flying all over
And then I found Ron and Harry
And then I grabbed their hands

And as we dissaparated I hoped everybody would be okay
And as we dissaparated I hoped we would get to see all of them again
And as we dissaparated I hoped we would survive this search
And as we dissaparated I hoped it would all be worth it

And then we landed and we were walking and I wondered how and why and when and if and-

"They're on their way"

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And we have reached the last book... Please let me know what you liked, disliked, thought about/of this chapter!
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