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"Hermione!" Mum yelled up the stairs. "Time to get up so you won't miss the train!"

I sat up so fast, remembering that today was the first day I get to see my friends in over 3 months. I jump out of bed and got the clothes I had laid out the night before. Deciding to go with something simple; jeans and a deep blue cami with my grey booties. I went across the hall to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower.

I headed downstairs to eat the wonderful breakfast Mum had spent all morning making since she knew I never had much time to eat on these sort of days.

"We have to leave in 10 minutes!" Mum said as I entered the kitchen.

"After I eat we can be on our way." I replied with a smile and sat down next to Dad after kissing his cheek good morning. "Are you excited for your last year, honey?" Dad asked. 

 

"Oh yes, it's going to be wonderful. The possibilities are endless and I am hoping to become head girl!" I answered barely able to contain my excitement as I bit into my croissant and buttered my pancakes. 

 

"Of course you're gonna become head girl they would be crazy not to appoint you!" Mum replied. 

 

I've been wondering who would be appointed head boy and hoping it would be Harry or Ron. I can't imagine spending my entire 7th year with anyone else. No use in worrying about something I'll have the answer to by the end of the day though. We ended up getting there later than we had planned to be so there wasn’t much time to board the train. I didn’t want what happened to Harry and Ron in second year to happen to me, I laughed inwardly.

I placed my belongings on the trolley, kissed Mum and Dad goodbye, and was off to my last year at Hogwarts.

My parents had been a little distant since I replaced their memory back in Australia. I was hoping some time would do them some good but they have yet to say anything about it. Maybe over the course of the school year they will get back to their normal, loving selves.

I boarded the train and the first person I saw was Malfoy. Those intensifying silver eyes were staring straight at me. Before he could do or say anything I quickly went to put my luggage with the others and found a vacant compartment.

Shock.

That was all I felt when the memories came back to me.

I doubled over and clutched my stomach as the horrifying repeating memories, I had no way to stop, came back.

I was in the Malfoy Manor being tortured by none other Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Crucio!" she spat out.

I tried with all my will not to scream.

To not let what they wanted happen.

To hear my pain.

They feed on pain.

I locked eyes with piercing silver eyes. They flashed  from disgust to pain and ending with extreme concern. I wasn't sure what the disgust was aimed at, Lestrange or me. I don't know why, but I had a feeling that it was towards his aunt.

He just stood there and watched as I was almost tortured into insanity.


Those eyes haunted me for a long time after the war.

I got up off the floor of the empty compartment and remembered that it was in the past and I needed to move forward with my life. I didn’t want to bother the boys or Ginny with the knowledge of my reoccurring flashbacks since they had enough they have to deal with themselves.

I walked out to go find Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

I could hear the bickering between the brother and sister. I laughed to myself. Some things never change.

I open the compartment door and walk in with a semi forced smile considering my mind was still reeling from the memory. Ron and Ginny were too distracted with whatever they were arguing about this time to see that I had entered, but Harry saw me.

"Hey Harry!" I exclaimed with a smile.

"Mione! I'm so happy to see you!" he hugged me.

"You would think they could stop fighting for 5 minutes to see their best friend whom they haven't seen all summer," I said to him loudly enough so Gin and Ron could hear me. It worked. They stopped and finally noticed me.


"Hey Hermione!" they both said at the same time and practically strangled me with a hug.

"Guys, can't breathe here." Once I was able to breathe again, I asked, "How was your summer?" 

We sat there and talked about the summer, how Harry had finally confessed his love for Ginny, and how they thought the upcoming year would be like.

Everything we’ve been though, it seemed at that moment in time, I would be able to get through the constant nightmares and terror I still felt from the war.

The constant fame of Harry beating Voldemort and being a part of the Golden Trio reminded me that we had done the deed.

The constant worries of Voldemort were over which means we can finally get back to our lives.

And I was happy for the moment.

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