Hermione was lying on her bed, head resting on her hands, staring up at her ceiling, she couldn't sleep. For three days running, she'd been unable to stop thinking about her… well she didn't know what to call them should she call them foster parents, or kidnappers, or her "other" parents. And it was partially because of this that she'd been unable to sleep, and now on the third day, her real parents were getting worried, they'd had healers from St Mungos, and had even resorted to a human healer, who told them that they couldn't help, and left Hermione with a large dose of sleeping pills that should have knocked her out cold, but in this case, had worn off without effect. In fact, they had made her even more alert.
"Why can't I get them out of my head?!" exclaimed Hermione flipping herself onto her stomach, "it's not even like they're related to me."
"Well I suppose that they did raise me." She answered to herself. "And I didn't even have the decency to say goodbye to them perhaps that's the reason why!" Hermione sat up. "Perhaps I just need to close my ties completely with them."
"I can't let mum, dad, Baize or Draco know, else they might stop me, so I'll need to do it at night." She pulled up her bedcovers, "But how can I be sure that they'll be awake?" she asked herself, "I know I'll send them a letter. That should work." And out of the draw next to her bed, Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment and a non-drip-no-ink-needed-special-red-and-gold-edition-quill and began to scribble.
I know it's real short, but its setting me up for the next chapter. But remember, please comment, because more comments = more chapters and quicker chapters!
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