The moon shone brightly as Hermione Granger glanced outside, not noticing the freezing air, blowing recklessly into her curls. She did not mind the cold. She didn't mind anything right now. This was the time when she was to be left alone. She had way to many things floating in her mind, and talking about them, wouldn't have made them better. She looked at the beautiful moon, that shone so brigh-
Hermione jumped at the sound, straightened the jacket that hang loosely over her shoulders, and walked back inside.
"Mum, Dad? Is there any mail from Harry?" Hermione asked, walking into the living room.
"Here honey, it's addressed to you."
"Thanks." Hermione took the letter from her Mother and walked up to her room.
I've heard from Lupin again! He said that he has gotten a job at another school. He wants me, Ron and you to visit him. It's not a long ride there. At least if we go by buckbeak. Look forward to meeting you at the pond near Hogwarts, tomorrow.
See you then,
Hermione folded the letter back into its pouch, and walked back to the living room.
"Dad, could I go to the pond tomorrow? I'm meeting Harry and Ron there."
"Remember sweetie, you have a curfew."
"I know." Hermione folded her hands over her curls and walked back upstairs.
"Good morning Hermione, how are you?" Professor Lupin asked. Hermione quickly turned around, spotting her old Professor standing there.
"Fine, Professor, just fine." Hermione said. Hermione shivered at the coldness, though she never minded the cold.
For the next couple of weeks, she, Harry, Ron, and Lupin talked by the pond. She had reached a time where she enjoyed spending time with Lupin.
"Look, it's after eight, I better be going home." Ron suggested.
"After eight?" Harry answered. "Oh no!" And the two of them flew back on buckbeak.
"I need help with this potion. And this spell. Could you help me?"
"I don't pretend to be an expert, Hermione."
"Hermione walked down the rocky hill to the moon. Lupin followed.
"The stars are so beautiful." She whispered to herself. "Aren't you ever be afraid of the night and the stars? I mean, the moon is almost like an enemy, to you. And it is in the night."
"I have loved the stars to fondly to be fearful of the night."
"But – Can you still help me?"
"Hermione. You may shoot for moon, and reach for your dreams, but I cannot follow."