CHAPTER 1
Hermione remained standing, rooted to the spot, leaning against the brick wall she had just walked through. It had been a year since she had been to platform 9 ¾ and the first time in 5 years she hadn’t walked through with Ron or Harry by her side. She watched people buzz by, happy with their lives, their eyes full of laughter. The death of Harry and Ron was greatly overshadowed by the final defeat of Voldemort. Hermione couldn’t blame them. Everyone had lost friends and family in the summer before her finial year. But she couldn’t think of anyone who had lost all their friends and family. She truly knew how Harry felt for ten years of his life. Alone. Isolated from everyone else. Of course people came and gave their apologies and respects. But minutes later they could be found happily chatting openly in a crowd. Hermione couldn’t. She had no real friends besides Harry and Ron. Her parents had no clue as to what had happened and she was too weak and tired of repeating the story to fill them in. So in a sense, it felt as if Hermione had lost them too. She was in a depressed slump that made her feel as if life was not worth living. She had nobody to confide in. Even Ginny was gone.. she was in St. Mungo’s. She hadn’t been able to take the loss of losing her boyfriend and two brothers and tried to take her own life as well. That’s when little Teddy showed his first sign of magic, only 4 months old and already screaming loudly enough to burst all the windows in the house. Hermione couldn’t say she blamed her. It had crossed her mind several times, but, it seemed to dishonor the very thing that Ron and Harry died for.. everyone else’s right to life and freedom. It was disgusting of Ginny to try to do it in front of the baby though. She obviously needs severe help.
Hermione felt as though her legs were made of lead as she ordered them forward, pulling a thin silver badge out of the inside pocket of her coat. She carefully pinned it on the left side of her chest, knowing that the glory of being Head Girl was taken away by having nobody to share it with. Without a backward glance Hermione magiced her trunk onto the locomotive and headed to the very back of the isle, where her letter had informed her that the Head’s compartment would be. Sliding the door open she placed her things into the overhead compartment, where she noticed the Head Boy’s things were already in place. Hermione instinctively took a look around the room, although she was perfectly aware that she was alone. Alone. As usual. Hermione crossed the compartment and sat down on the overlarge bench, pressing her head against the window, waiting for the motion to arrive. After about ten minutes of waiting the Hogwarts Express lurched forwards and the steady rhythm sent Hermione into a dull sleep.
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