The Process Begins

Hermione lay spread out on her bedspread. This summer was going so slowly ... School had only ended a month ago, and here she was, dying to go back.

Then again, it wasn't as if this summer was turning out to be exciting. She spent most of her time in her room, lying on the flowered bedspread, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen ... just waiting ...

Hermione hadn't been in touch with anyone all summer long. It was too dangerous to send letters by owl post, and the only letters she was interested in receiving were the ones from wizards. It was maddening, not knowing what was going on ... Not talking to anyone for a solid month ...

Except her parents, but what good were they? They couldn't understand her life anymore; her life was at Hogwarts, in the wizarding world, not here.

Hermione gave a lonely sigh. She hoped her friends were having a better summer than she was, though it wasn't likely. Harry was probably still beating himself up about Sirius ... about Sirius dying, and Ron's house was probably tense and alert at all times, with both his parents and two of his older brothers in the Order.


Much much later, Hermione heard a soft flop downstairs that meant the mail had come. Hermione sighed again at her patheticness as she rolled over and went downstairs to get it. The coming of the mail was the most exciting point of her day ...

She glanced quickly at the return addresses on all the letters. Bill ... bill ... catalog, she'd look through it up in her room ...local newspaper ... Harry?

Hermione looked down at the letter in surprise. There was no mistake, it was definitely from him ... it was addressed to her in his rounded, even handwriting. Setting down the bills, newspaper, and catalog, Hermione carried the letter gingerly up to her room, as if she was afraid it would explode if she handled it too roughly.

She plopped down onto her bed with a plop, tore the letter open, and began to read:

"Dear Hermione,

"I hope you're having a great time. Have you spoken to anyone about ... you know. I think Muggle post is safe, don't you?

"My summer's ... I'm not going to lie to you, my summer's lousy. Like really lousy. I've been thinking about Sirius, you think he was the type to laugh at life? Like Ron sort of, only less Ron-like. I mean, he could take any situation and laugh at it, but he also knew how to be serious?

"He's got a very appropriate name. Serious with a twist.

"Dumbledore once said the dead we love never truly leave us. That's true, isn't it? Sirius said that we have a personal veil we carry around, and that everyone we love is behind the veil, and we can hear them and see them and feel them, but they can't come to life.

"I don't know, I'm not having a very good summer, and if you've heard from Ron, could you tell me what he says? If Muggle post is safe, of course. I have something to tell the two of you, but I only want to tell you when we're all together.

"I really really miss everyone, but I think I can stand to wait another month or two before going back to school, before I have to see everyone again.


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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Everything belongs to JK Rowling. I was just having fun with her characters.