I went into the room and found him lying on the ground bleeding…again. He's bleeding because he's in pain. But he's not the only one to have pain.

"Next time I won't come Harry. I just wanted you to know that." I said in a cold tone that could freeze liquor.

"I'm sorry 'Mione…… I really am." He croaked.

"No your not," I spat, "I loved him Harry! And now I have to deal with his death but I can't because of you! You're going to do it again, and I won't be there. I won't be there for you to lean on. I won't be there to help to heal. You weren't the only one to love him. You weren't the only one it affected. I love you like a brother Harry, but this is the last time."

I stalked out of the boys dormitories and walked up to the girls. It was 7th year, about half way though, and Harry was still coping with Sirius' death. And I hadn't even started. I started to pack my stuff in rage. I threw all of it in my trunk and slammed it shut. I made it weightless and made it float behind me as I changed my clothes from wizarding clothing into muggle clothing. I looked at my watch and it said 12:22. Everyone was at lunch now. As I walked down there I cooled down a little, but still raging mad. I opened the doors to the Great Hall and everyone looked at me, but I ignored them and walked about 30 feet in front of the Head Table. Dumbledore stood up, looked me in the eye, and leaned back a little, he could tell I was mad.

"What can I do for you Miss Granger?" He asked already knowing the answer.

"You can take my wand. Burn it of you have to. I don't care, because I quit. Good day Mr. Dumbledore." I walked around the Head Table and gave the headmaster a hug.

I slipped and piece of paper into his hand and whispered into his ear, "Call me when he stops being a jackass. This is my apartment number. DO NOT let anyone else have it not, even Ron. I love you Papa."

I had taken to calling him Papa in privet over the years. He protected me in that way. And since my parents died he short of adopted me.

"I shall do that darling." He whispered back and then he did something he has never done in public before. He kissed my forehead. I smiled and walked away. Then I turned around and smiled at him.

"Keep in touch Papa." I said.

No one from the wizarding world has seen me since. I still get the Daily Prophet of course, and about a year ago Harry defeated Voldemort if you want to know. But now I am 19 years old and I have the perfect job and the perfect friends and the perfect life… almost. I have this empty space inside of me, and nothing I do seems to fill it. It's August 12 and I have just received a call from Albus Dumbledore.

It seems Harry has stopped being a jackass and Dumbledore wants me to take the position of Charms teacher at Hogwarts. I think I shall too. Tomorrow I will leave for Kings Cross and go into the wizarding world once again.