Burein Yaadein

The sun gently streamed through Hermione's bedroom window, casting a warm embrace as she lay nestled in her cozy bed. Her spacious room boasted a canopied bed and was decorated in shades of light pink and white, a holdover from her childhood. After all, she only spent two months out of the year at home.

Her parents had thoughtfully arranged a summer picnic for lunch. As the enticing scent of the impending meal wafted into her room, her stomach couldn't help but voice its eager anticipation with a soft grumble.

Yawning, she stretched and threw off the covers. Today was a chance to enjoy the simple pleasures of a family gathering and she was determined to make the most of it. Urged on by her hunger, she quickly made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Four years among witches and wizards had woven magic into the very fabric of her daily life. Hermione pondered her unwavering commitment to certain Muggle routines, such as brushing her teeth. It was a seemingly ordinary habit, yet it was one she had been unable and unwilling to break despite her immersion in the wizarding world, where alternatives like magical mouthwash were the norm.

Her thoughts meandered to Hogwarts, where she had just completed her fourth year. The curriculum had grown increasingly demanding, the Triwizard Tournament had brought its own set of challenges, and her passion for the rights of house-elves had led to the formation of the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare (SPEW).

She was looking forward to a leisurely summer, especially after the harrowing conclusion of the Tournament.

Hermione could see it clearly, as if it had just happened. The twilight casting eerie shadows in the maze, illuminated by the glow of Harry's wand. She felt the tension and fear that had gripped her heart as she watched Harry struggle to bring back Cedric, their fellow Hogwarts champion.

Cedric's lifeless form had been a stark contrast to the lively and determined young man he had been just hours before. Hermione remembered the anguish in Harry's eyes, the desperate incantations, and the solemn realization that there was nothing they could do to save him.

She remembered how long it took her to realize Cedric was dead. It hadn't even been a possibility in her mind. There were so many other afflictions that came to mind- stunned, immobilized, even petrified.

She had frantically looked for an empty compartment to cry on the way home this year. She still felt shocked knowing Cedric really was gone. She wouldn't see him next year, he wouldn't be coming home to his parents on the Hogwarts Express. She hadn't cried at Hogwarts since her first year- when Ron had called her an insufferable know-it-all, and her classmates had all laughed at her expense.

It will be okay, she told herself in the mirror. Everything will be ok.

A/N:

Welcome to my story! I have a fairly good idea where this is going.
Yaadein means memories in Hindi. It's pronounced (Ya- they).
Burein Yaadein means bad memories. Pronounced (Bu- rey Ya- they).