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Chapter 6

Hermione was flipping through the pages of another book. She was learning so much about the places and people she used to know. And slowly, very slowly, her memories were coming back. She could remember dancing in the fields, being with the elves, practicing her swordsmanship. She could remember all these small things, and it was making her really happy to remember some of her previous life.

"Hermione?"

She looked up to see Charlie and Hemera looking at her. "Yes?"

"I think you should write to Ron and Harry."

Hermione made a face. "I don't know Charlie.." she drifted off.

Charlie crossed his arms. "You need to let them know you're safe Hermione."

She shifted uncomfortably. "Charlie, you don't understand. Before I left, we were doing something very important, something critical to defeating the Dark Lord... and I just, I abandoned them. And I just don't know what to do!"

She put her head in her lap and started crying. Confused, Charlie looked to Hemera, who was looking at Hermione with confusion in her eyes as well.

Charlie sat down next to her, and tentatively put his arm around her. She immediately threw her arms around his neck, hanging onto him for dear life.

She couldn't stop the tears once they had started. She felt like a fool, but she just couldn't help it.

Charlie placed his arms around her, holding her tight to him, and she felt comforted. Charlie was warm, soft, like the sun. She was so glad he had come with her and Hemera.

Charlie's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hermione, please tell me what happened?"

Hermione stopped the sniffles, long enough for her to start speaking. "It began with the visions. I kept seeing Hemera in pain. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but it kept happening. A migraine came out of nowhere, and nothing could alleviate it. The dreams, they were tearing me apart. I was frightened. I heard her voice in my mind." She let out another sob.

"I knew I needed to leave. So I just scribbled a note and left. I vanished into thin air. They must be so mad at me. I can't even..."

Charlie hugged her even tighter. "Hermione, they both care for you. They'll forgive you. I know they will."

Hermione shook her head. "I don't know Charlie. I know Harry might. He's more understanding, but Ron... he..."

Charlie felt his heart sink. Ron. She was upset over Ron.

"Hermione. Ron loves you. He'll forgive you." He said, hoping his voice wouldn't betray his feelings.

"That's the thing, he won't." She said with a sniffle.

"Hermione, get a grip on yourself," he said curtly. "Ron is crazy about you. He has been for years. Just because you left won't mean he won't care anymore. I know my brother, he isn't like that."

Hermione frowned. Why was Charlie being so mean? He was so loving and caring, and then all of a sudden, he became so harsh. And why is he pushing Ron so much? She didn't want him one bit. But Charlie... maybe he didn't understand. Her eyes widened in surprise. That's it! Charlie thinks I'm upset because I love Ron, and I miss him. But that isn't even close to the truth..

"Charlie, you don't understand!" Hermione practically shouted.

Charlie glared at her. "I understand perfectly. You love him, it's only natural you miss him."

She growled in frustration. "Charles Weasley! Don't you dare make assumptions about things you don't know!"

Hemera growled. She could feel the tension rising between the two of them, as well as the passion, hurt, and confusion. This could turn bad real quick, and she wouldn't let anything happen to her rider, even if he really didn't mean it.

"Hermione! I don't even want to know. Just leave me out of it okay! I don't want to hear about your stupid little lover's spat.."

Hermione went to protest, but Charlie took a step towards her, fury in his eyes. "JUST DON'T! LEAVE ME THE BLOODY HELL ALONE!"

Hemera took this as a threat, and immediately jumped in front of Hermione, her teeth showing as she roared. Charlie stumbled a few steps back, afraid of the dragon in front of him.

Hermione felt her eyes well up with tears, but this time, the cause was the wizard standing on the other side of her dragon.

"You're a bloody idiot Charlie Weasley!" She shouted, anger in her voice. How could her judge her?

Charlie shook his head, his cheeks red. "I don't need this. Sorry Hermione."

And with that, he apparated.

Hermione just stared at the spot where he once was. She couldn't believe it. He was gone. He had left her, abandoned her.

She collapsed, curling herself up into a ball. The tears flowed freely now, horrified by the fact that Charlie had left.

"Shhh, little one, everything will be all right. I promise you that."

Hermione put her arms around Hemera's neck, holding on for dear life. The bond between them was somewhat comforting.

"Hemera, he's just so stupid! How could he not see? Or realize! He didn't even give me a chance to explain." She cried even more.

"Hermione, sweetheart, I know what he meant to you. I know you care for him, just like I know he cares for you."

"But it doesn't even matter, because he wouldn't even let me explain. He thinks I'm like this because of Ron! I don't love Ron, not in that way, and I don't even know why people expect us to be together, we aren't even anything alike!"

"Neither are you and Charlie."

"Hemera, it's just different. Charlie isn't as hot headed as Ron, although what he just did doesn't really agree with that. But he has a passion for the world, for life, and Ron just cares about girls and Quidditch. I hate that stupid game. It's so pointless." She finished with a small chuckle.

"You are strong, and I know that this may hurt you now, but we need to stay strong. Just close your eyes, and take a small nap. Sleep off the hurt."

"Hemera, it'll still hurt, even then, but I suppose your right. We need to figure out what our next plan of action is."

"Just sleep little one. I'll protect you."

"Thank you Hemera," she whispered softly before falling asleep.

Hemera looked down at the small girl leaning against her body. She was brave, and had the strength and courage of a lion. She was destined for greatness, even if she didn't realize it yet.