A:N:- Hello! So I was planing to finish with this chapter but at a request from FriendOfMolly and my own sadness I am carrying it on, I always think that if one person wants something then as a writer you should try and give it! I just want to say thank you all for being with me, I really thought I'd get like four reviews and that no one would ever read my work, so thank you! Sorry for the long gap between updates, my little nephew has been in hospital so that's been stressful, (right now I have a burnt hand, so sorry for any typos) I do hope you like it, I dont know when I will update again I want to finish 'Left Behind' and 'Release' next year. Please Review! I hope you all had a good Christmas and a HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!
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They stood there, in the very centre of the hustle and bustle; people rushing past them, children laughing, parents shouting, owls screeching. The steam of the engine bellowing through the platform, it felt surreal to be standing there at that point, the same point that started their lives seven years ago. It was a circle they never thought they would reach, especially a year ago. They could feel the stares from the passers by, people whispering, speculating. Harry almost smiled, nothing had changed really.
The trip to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters had been a family affair; George had shut the shop and even Percy was taking a break from the Ministry. Both Ginny and Hermione's trunks had been loaded onto the train and soon the inevitable tearful goodbyes would come. Hermione felt like she had seven years previously, the knot in her stomach so tight she could barely eat breakfast. The mixed emotions in her heart ate away at her, fighting with her eagerness to learn with her desire to stay with Ron and Harry. She changed her mind every day on whether she was making the right decision on going back to Hogwarts, she didn't fool herself into thinking it will be the same, yes she had Ginny but she wasn't the one she had had so many adventures with. Hermione knew by experience, although it was only ever a few short weeks, what Hogwarts was like without Ron and Harry.
She knew the memory of Hogwarts itself scared them all, every time she thought of it she couldn't remember the four large turrets, the black lake reflecting the Forbidden Forest. She couldn't recall the four long house tables underneath the magnificent starry sky of the Great Hall. No, Hermione saw the smashed windows, the destroyed rooms, the blackened walls and the Great Hall filled with their loved ones. She shivered involuntary, which caused Ron to pull her closer. She had wondered how he would cope, he became quieter as the weeks to September hurried by, the death of Fred was still raw, but Hermione knew George and Ron helped each other.
There was another bellow of steam that filled the air. Hermione played with the ring which was placed under a Disillusionment Charm on her left hand, while returning the knowing look Harry was given her. All three of them had spent more time locked away from everyone else as time travelled closer to September the first, Ginny had joined but always allowed them to have hours to themselves. They had said nothing while on the platform; they had already said it.
Hermione could hear the chants of people around them, biding their farewells and well wishes, she knew it was time to go. The steam bellowed for the third time and the train started to fill. Mrs Weasley hugged her goodbye, the tears pouring down her face before moving to her daughter, more people hugged her but she didn't pay much attention, her eyes focused on one person. She held tight onto Harry, marvelling at how tight he was holding her back, she remembers with a small smile at how he shocked he used to be when she hugged him. Hermione doesn't remember being pulled into Ron's embrace, or rather her pulling him; she kissed him like she had in the battle, placing all her love and desire into that one act of affection. She kissed him until the whistle blew and then still clung onto him for dear life; inhaling his scent to imprint on her brain.
The train was already starting to move as she hopped on it, she watched the two figures get smaller and smaller in the distance as the train picked up speed. She took her seat, still fiddling with her ring, thinking about new beginnings.