RP: Going Home
Date: Saturday, June 24, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione takes Harry and Ron to her house
Completion: Complete
Being awake to watch the sunrise during the summer was probably an indication of not getting enough sleep. This morning, it had risen shortly before five, and Hermione had already been awake for an hour by that time. Getting up early was a habit she’d had since she was a child, but it usually also involved going to bed earlier than midnight. That wasn’t as common these days. She didn’t feel tired, though, so she didn’t think it was necessarily a bad thing to sleep however many hours her body seemed to want to rest, even if that was only a few lately.
Still, she was relieved that Harry and Ron weren’t early risers and had no idea what her current sleeping habits were like. They’d assume it was nightmares keeping her awake, but it wasn’t even that. She had them, of course. After everything that had happened in the last year, it would have been unusual if she hadn’t. But what usually made her wake was the silence, the cold bed and quiet room and too many thoughts in her head.
It, like so many other things right now, would get better over time. As long as it wasn’t affecting her health, it didn’t really matter how long she slept. It just made for a long morning when she didn’t have anything in particular to do. She’d cleaned her room and done laundry by seven, and, by eight, she was curled up in a chair in the library with the Daily Prophet on her lap.
Instead of reading, she was looking out the window and thinking. Today was her mum’s birthday. She hadn’t realized until she’d noticed the date on the paper. It had been over a year since she’d seen them, since she’d sent them away. This time last year, they had already left for Australia and she’d been finishing up last minute details before going to the Burrow. How had it already been a year? When they’d gone, she’d foolishly assumed that she’d see them again in a couple of months, at the most, if she didn’t die during the war. It honestly hadn’t occurred to her that it would take so long to find the Horcruxes or that so much time would pass.
Harry thought she should go get them, and she wanted to, even if she was scared, but it was easier to put it off. It wasn’t like her to procrastinate. Of course, this wasn’t exactly a normal situation. She loved her parents, had wanted them safe to protect them as well as to protect Harry, yet she’d be lying if she said she knew them well. Since she entered the magical world, things had been different. They hadn’t been around too terribly much when she was growing up, running a successful dental practice required long hours and few days off, but they’d always made time for her when they were home.
They’d encouraged her learning and supported her when she received her invitation to Hogwarts. It didn’t really matter that she wasn’t really close to them or that she spent a lot of time alone because she did understand that their practice was important to them. After Cedric Diggory died, though, she’d been the one to pull away. It had become obvious that being Harry’s friend was dangerous, more so than she’d previously thought, and she’d realized as far back as then that there might come a time when she had to walk away from her old life to be there for Harry in the end. It was easier to make such a choice if she didn’t have a close relationship with her parents, so she made a choice and started to pull away.
Maybe that’s why it had been possible for her to do what was necessary years later. It hadn’t been an easy decision, nor had she made it lightly. She’d tried talking to them first, but they hadn’t listened. They wouldn’t have chosen to go into hiding because they hadn’t really understood the reality of what she was saying. It had been her fault, in a way, since she’d pulled away enough by that time for them to not know what this world was like by then. Even knowing that there was a war and that she planned to fight at Harry’s side, her parents hadn’t even attempted to sway her decision to return. She knew they loved her, but it had hurt that they’d just accepted it without protest.
After she'd tried talking to them, she’d had to go to Plan B. There really wasn’t any other choice. At least, that’s what she’d told herself back then. Now, she couldn’t help wondering if she’d done the right thing or not. Nothing could change her choices, and she had to deal with the consequences. In all honesty, she’d have done it again if necessary because they had to be protected, and she couldn’t take the risk that they’d say anything to put Harry into more danger. Knowing that didn’t make her feel less guilty about it or ease her fears about how they’d react once she found them in Australia, though.
She sighed and leaned her head back against the chair, shifting so she could see more fully out the window. Her mum was turning forty-seven today. Was she having a party or did she even remember that it was her birthday? Her name and memories had been altered due to the enchantment, but Hermione had tried to change as few as possible because she hadn’t wanted to make things too complicated to change back or use a complex memory charm that she didn’t understand; it had been difficult enough researching the charms that she’d used.
The charms were supposed to block any memory of her existence from her parents’ minds, but she couldn’t help wondering if they dreamed about her sometimes. Did they remember having a daughter and just think it wasn’t real? Were they better off not remembering her? Happier without a child around?
Harry was right; she did miss them. It didn’t matter that they’d drifted apart as she got older or that they’d never exactly known what to do with a child. They were her parents and she loved them, even if they didn’t understand her anymore. She closed her eyes and thought about her mum, biting her lip as she tried to remember the last time she’d seen them.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione takes Harry and Ron to her house
Completion: Complete
Being awake to watch the sunrise during the summer was probably an indication of not getting enough sleep. This morning, it had risen shortly before five, and Hermione had already been awake for an hour by that time. Getting up early was a habit she’d had since she was a child, but it usually also involved going to bed earlier than midnight. That wasn’t as common these days. She didn’t feel tired, though, so she didn’t think it was necessarily a bad thing to sleep however many hours her body seemed to want to rest, even if that was only a few lately.
Still, she was relieved that Harry and Ron weren’t early risers and had no idea what her current sleeping habits were like. They’d assume it was nightmares keeping her awake, but it wasn’t even that. She had them, of course. After everything that had happened in the last year, it would have been unusual if she hadn’t. But what usually made her wake was the silence, the cold bed and quiet room and too many thoughts in her head.
It, like so many other things right now, would get better over time. As long as it wasn’t affecting her health, it didn’t really matter how long she slept. It just made for a long morning when she didn’t have anything in particular to do. She’d cleaned her room and done laundry by seven, and, by eight, she was curled up in a chair in the library with the Daily Prophet on her lap.
Instead of reading, she was looking out the window and thinking. Today was her mum’s birthday. She hadn’t realized until she’d noticed the date on the paper. It had been over a year since she’d seen them, since she’d sent them away. This time last year, they had already left for Australia and she’d been finishing up last minute details before going to the Burrow. How had it already been a year? When they’d gone, she’d foolishly assumed that she’d see them again in a couple of months, at the most, if she didn’t die during the war. It honestly hadn’t occurred to her that it would take so long to find the Horcruxes or that so much time would pass.
Harry thought she should go get them, and she wanted to, even if she was scared, but it was easier to put it off. It wasn’t like her to procrastinate. Of course, this wasn’t exactly a normal situation. She loved her parents, had wanted them safe to protect them as well as to protect Harry, yet she’d be lying if she said she knew them well. Since she entered the magical world, things had been different. They hadn’t been around too terribly much when she was growing up, running a successful dental practice required long hours and few days off, but they’d always made time for her when they were home.
They’d encouraged her learning and supported her when she received her invitation to Hogwarts. It didn’t really matter that she wasn’t really close to them or that she spent a lot of time alone because she did understand that their practice was important to them. After Cedric Diggory died, though, she’d been the one to pull away. It had become obvious that being Harry’s friend was dangerous, more so than she’d previously thought, and she’d realized as far back as then that there might come a time when she had to walk away from her old life to be there for Harry in the end. It was easier to make such a choice if she didn’t have a close relationship with her parents, so she made a choice and started to pull away.
Maybe that’s why it had been possible for her to do what was necessary years later. It hadn’t been an easy decision, nor had she made it lightly. She’d tried talking to them first, but they hadn’t listened. They wouldn’t have chosen to go into hiding because they hadn’t really understood the reality of what she was saying. It had been her fault, in a way, since she’d pulled away enough by that time for them to not know what this world was like by then. Even knowing that there was a war and that she planned to fight at Harry’s side, her parents hadn’t even attempted to sway her decision to return. She knew they loved her, but it had hurt that they’d just accepted it without protest.
After she'd tried talking to them, she’d had to go to Plan B. There really wasn’t any other choice. At least, that’s what she’d told herself back then. Now, she couldn’t help wondering if she’d done the right thing or not. Nothing could change her choices, and she had to deal with the consequences. In all honesty, she’d have done it again if necessary because they had to be protected, and she couldn’t take the risk that they’d say anything to put Harry into more danger. Knowing that didn’t make her feel less guilty about it or ease her fears about how they’d react once she found them in Australia, though.
She sighed and leaned her head back against the chair, shifting so she could see more fully out the window. Her mum was turning forty-seven today. Was she having a party or did she even remember that it was her birthday? Her name and memories had been altered due to the enchantment, but Hermione had tried to change as few as possible because she hadn’t wanted to make things too complicated to change back or use a complex memory charm that she didn’t understand; it had been difficult enough researching the charms that she’d used.
The charms were supposed to block any memory of her existence from her parents’ minds, but she couldn’t help wondering if they dreamed about her sometimes. Did they remember having a daughter and just think it wasn’t real? Were they better off not remembering her? Happier without a child around?
Harry was right; she did miss them. It didn’t matter that they’d drifted apart as she got older or that they’d never exactly known what to do with a child. They were her parents and she loved them, even if they didn’t understand her anymore. She closed her eyes and thought about her mum, biting her lip as she tried to remember the last time she’d seen them.