saving granger; a theomione

Chapter 1

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The post-war mourning had made for a very tense and extremely long summer.  

The Burrow was nothing the same as it once had been. It was no longer warm nor welcoming, but a somber shell of the place the Weasley's had grown up in. There was a hollow space in the dynamic, where a clever joke or snicker once had stood. 

Ronald was but one of the Weasley's who was heavily struggling to cope. Witnessing the death of his brother had driven him to a place that couldn't be healthy for anyone. His most recent development in recovery was turning to alcohol to try and solve his problems. God save the man who stood in his way when he was on a drunken tirade. 

Hermione, having made it official with Ron after the war concluded, had been spending her time attempting to help him through his emotional turmoil. 

 She'd been, mostly unsuccessfully, trying to keep him happy. His room was always quite a mess, full of empty bottles of firewhiskey. Hermione cleaned it as often as she was at The Burrow, not wanting him to be upset with her. She already felt like enough of a nuisance at times.

Not too deep down she knew it was wrong, the witch knew that she shouldn't let him have such power over her. She was Hermione Granger, a strong, independent woman, but her best friend was hurting and her being the person she was, couldn't bring herself to leave him in his time of devastation. She felt as if it was her fault anyhow, because she could easily prevent the causes for his outbursts. He said he loved her and she loved him. That was enough, right?

As Hermione stood completely nude in front of the bathroom mirror at her mother's house in muggle London, she traced the outline of each bruise running down her body. Some were fresh, as she had spent the entire of the past week with the Weasleys, where as some were beginning to fade away. The things she put up with for Ronald Weasley. The most prominent scar of them all, stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the others and clearly read "Mudblood" on her left forearm. Hermione could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up just looking at it.

"Hermione dear!" she heard her mom call from downstairs. 

After the war, Kingsley had practically rushed her off to Australia to restore her parents memory. She had arrived to learn that her father had been killed in a car crash, her mother a new widow. Mrs. Granger had been so relieved to have a shoulder to cry on once Hermione had explained herself, the woman now had someone who understood her pain. "Yes, mum?" a tired Hermione called back.

"The post has arrived, there's something here for you that I think you would like to see," she explained, her excitement evident in her tone.

"I'll be down in a second!" She had no idea what her mother was on about. Hermione put her robe on, and walked out of the bathroom to her wardrobe to find something to wear. She pulled out a 'Panic! at the Disco' hoodie and pair of plain black leggings, you could never go wrong there. She dressed herself, and threw her hair into a messy ponytail. After looking over herself once in the mirror to make sure none of her bruises were visible, she headed downstairs.

There it was, sitting on the counter. A crisp, off-white envelope sealed with the Hogwarts Crest. Many things ran through her mind in that moment. Hogwarts? Would she go back? Could she go back? The witch continued to stare at it in shock for just over a minute until she rushed over and tore it open. It read,

*Ms Hermione Granger,*
          
     *We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to repeat your Seventh Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.*

Her mom interrupted her staring competition with the note by tapping her on the shoulder. "So?" Her mothers curiosity was pushed to the back of her mind as her breathing picked up with every passing second. McGonagall had mentioned allowing her to take her N.E.W.T.S but she hadn't expected another full year at the bloody place. Hogwarts was her home, but was she really ready to go back so soon after all of the bloodshed that war brought?

"Um, I've been invited back to Hogwarts," Hermione whispered, still in shock.

"Hermione darling that's amazing!" her mother all but yelled as she brought her in for a hug. The brunette wrapped her arms around her mother, hugging her back. Then it hit her. Harry and Ron surely had received letters as well. She contemplated heading to The Burrow, secretly afraid of Ron's reaction. What if he didn't want her to go back; did she want to go back? Her thoughts were interrupted when her mother asked why she was wearing a sweater in the intense summer heat. Thankfully, Hermione had a way to change the subject.

"Mum I'm going to The Burrow to discuss this with Harry and Ron if that's alright with you." Mrs. Granger seemed slightly put off by the abrupt change of subject, but responded happily nonetheless.

"Yes that is quite alright honey, you know you are always allowed there. Just let me know if you won't be home tonight, okay?"

"Okay, I'll see you soon, mum." And with that, she ran upstairs with her letter in hand to grab her bag with the Undetectable Extension Charm. She made sure she had muggle money as well as wizard currency, some clothes and basic essentials before whipping out her wand and hastily apparating to The Burrow.

  AN/ This is just like a starter chapter that's why its so short. I'm looking forward to writing this story you dont see too many Theodore and Hermione stories. I'll be off now thanks for reading!

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It feels good to be back, but really, why was I such a bad writer? Why did people read this?

EDITED.