DISCLAIMER: Despite the fact that I think that Gingers are cool, I am not J.K. Rowling so Harry Potter does not belong to me.
A/N: It's been almost two years since I last updated this story, so I think that some major apologies are in order. I blame life and love for my absence. I am sincerely sorry for abandoning my story and my readers, but they never really left my mind or my heart. But I'm back now and hopefully better than ever.
I have to confess that I didn't know that I left my story with such a cliffhanger. And I feel very bad about it.
Enjoy this next chapter!
5 Years later
There was a loud and extremely petrified scream. Hermione immediately woke and sat straight-up in her bed. She snatched her wand from underneath her pillow as fast as she could, ready to attack.
She was a bit disorientated and vaguely noticed that she was bathing in sweat. She hastily looked to the right-side of the bed and quickly registered that it was empty.
Her heart was beating fast and adrenaline was rushing through her veins. Her chocolate brown eyes were wide open and were filled with fear. She quickly scanned the room, trying to identify the source of that horrendous scream. It took her a few seconds to realize that she herself was the cause of the horrifying sound.
Realizing it was her own screaming she managed to take a few deep breaths. with that Hermione tried to normalize her breathing. It didn't really work though, she still felt the panic racing inside her body. There was a large amount of anxiety in her body that she couldn't get rid of with just a couple of breaths. She really needed to do something, anything that could help her calm down a bit.
She threw away the duvet and stepped out of the bed. She grabbed her golden silken dressing gown, put it on and walked out of the bedroom.
The brunette walked into the hallway, knowing she had to check on one thing first before she could start trying to calm herself down. She took another few breaths and slowly walked to the door on her right. She opened the door carefully. Her chocolate brown eyes were searching for a little girl, which she found lying in a wooden bed. She laid on her stomach, her head turned toward the door and the sheets laid halfway her body.
There was a small amount of moonlight shining through the bedroom window that shone on a head of gorgeous dark brown curls. The little girl was breathing peacefully and Hermione was glad, but also surprised, that she hadn't woken the little girl with her screaming.
She took a few more minutes, to just stand by the door and watch her beautiful daughter, before she turned around and carefully closed the door behind her.