The Perfect Year that Went to Hell by bewitched_writer

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 07/04/2005
Last Updated: 07/04/2005
Status: In Progress

Hermione Granger looks back on her sixth year at Hogwarts.




1. Reminiscing
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, etc…

AN: The story takes place during the trio's sixth year at Hogwarts. The beginning is when
the war is on and Hermione Granger begins to look back on the year. The italics the end of the year
and Hermione reminiscing. Normal print is the beginning of the year. Please Review.

*It was a l**ate Wednesday* *night and the sky above Hogwarts was filled with stars.
It was a relatively warm night, as it always was at the end of the school year. Hermione Granger
stood by the open window of the Astronomy Tower. She* *tilted her head back slightly as a
large gust of wind came through the window and blew through her hair. Once the wind died down, she
fixed her gaze on the beautiful starlit sky. Such a sight used to bring* *her* *a sense
of peace and serenity, but she couldn't find anything peaceful about this night.*

*She absent mindedly ran her fingers through her soft curls. She used to be known as a “bushy
haired know-it-all.” No one looked at her that way anymore. Not even Draco Malfoy. She had also
been commonly known as “Harry Potter's best friend.” She was known for far greater things now.
And for that she was truly sorry. She hadn't asked for any of it… Now she knew how Harry
felt…*

*She had changed a great deal over the last few months; and not just her hair. She had become
more focused. The focus, she realized, had made her harder or less personable. She* *would
have to work on that once* *the war* *was* *over**..**. But not
now**..**. Emotions were far too frivolous* *a* *concern for the present time.
She had her priorities. It was these priorities that brought her so far out of bed after hours.*
*She could get caught, but she didn't care…* *She had her priorities**.*

*Far beneath her, she could* *hear* *the laughter of a group of third year students
who had snuck out of their dormitories. They had no idea what was going on around them; what great
danger they were in. Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance made them happy. Hermione smirked at the irony.
She used to be happy. She was happy at the beginning of her sixth year. It seemed like a life time
ago…*

“Welcome everyone to a new year at Hogwarts!” Dumbledore's joyous voice filled the room as
students from all different years poured into the Great Hall.

“Isn't it exciting?” Hermione exclaimed. “I can't wait for classes to start!”

“Hermione!” Ronald Weasley complained as the pair sat at the Gryffindor table opposite Harry
Potter. “You promised you wouldn't talk about schoolwork anymore!”

“I wasn't.” Hermione stated simply. “I was talking about classes! I said nothing about the
work we would be doing *in* the classes.” She wrinkled her nose at Ron before Harry finally
spoke up.

“Work that you have already mastered, I assume.” Hermione gave him teasing smile and
shrugged.

“I guess you'll have to wait and see!”

After dinner, Hermione, Ron and Harry gathered around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common
Room to work on their schedules. Since it was their sixth year, students got to plan out their own
class schedule so as to fit with their desired career.

“I guess I should take a more advanced Herbology class if I want to go into healing.” Hermione
said as she glanced over her schedule for the hundredth time.

“You should be Auror.” Harry said in a sing-song voice under his breath.

“Harry!” Hermione quickly replied. “We've gone over this before!”

“Come on! You would make a brilliant Auror.”

“A brilliant Auror or a brilliant partner for you?” Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. Harry
seemed to have this idea that he and Hermione (and Ron, if he ever began to think about his future)
should become Aurors together. They all had such great experience battling the dark arts after
all.

“Well, yeah that too.” Harry said, almost defeated. “Tell you what! You take an advanced defense
against the dark arts class with me- just in case!” He added quickly before Hermione could object.
“And I'll take an advanced Herbology class with you.”

“Really?” Hermione was extremely surprised. “Well alright then. Only because you must really
want me to if you're going to take advanced Herbology.” Harry grinned victoriously.

“I'm done!” Ron said, sounding extremely pleased with himself.

“What field did you base your schedule around?” Hermione asked, as she took Ron's schedule
in her hands. She was anxious to know what direction Ron was heading in.

“Field?” He asked incredulously. “Who said anything about a field? I just planned it so I had as
little time with Snape as absolutely necessary!” Harry laughed as Hermione shook her head at him
disapprovingly. “What?” Ron asked, not realizing what he did.

Later on that night, Harry and Hermione were reading in the common room after Ron had gone to
bed. Hermione placed her book down on the coffee table and moved from her spot on the chair next to
Harry on the couch.

“You want to talk about it yet?” Hermione spoke softly and nervously. She didn't face Harry,
but was instead looking at the ground. Harry knew this question was coming. There had to be some
reason Hermione was up late on a school night when she didn't have homework.

“I miss him.” He told her without hesitation. “Sirius did what he needed to do. And whereas that
kills me, it also makes whatever battle that lies ahead that much more crucial. Now I *have*
to win.”

“*We* have to win.” She corrected him in a soft whisper. Harry smirked.

“We have to win.” He repeated.

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2. Hermione's Birthday
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The school year started off with a bang. Thanks to Hermione, Ron and Harry passed their first
potions test of the year and there had been limited encounters with Malfoy. On a Friday night in
September, Hermione was gleefully walking around the Common Room. Her birthday was on the next day
and she was trying to get a hint of what how they were celebrating from her two best friends.

“So… Tomorrow's Saturday.” She said nonchalantly, although pacing behind the couch. Harry
peeked out from behind his Quidditch book and smirked at Ron who concealed a laugh.

“So it is.” Harry said.

“You know, I normally don't like Saturdays.” Hermione went on. “But something about this
Saturday seems…different. Kind of special…” She walked over to Ron and plopped down next to him.
“Don't you think so, Ron?”

“Tomorrow?” Ron pretended to be in deep thought. He rubbed his chin with his hand. “No.” He said
bluntly. “Nothing special about tomorrow. Right Harry?” Harry had to fight hard to contain his
smirk.

“I'd have to agree with you, Ron.” Hermione huffed and walked towards the stairs.

“Good night.” She shouted over her shoulder in a disappointed tone.

“Something wrong, Hermione?” Ron asked with a huge grin on his face. Hermione didn't answer.
She was half way up the stairs before Harry spoke again.

“Oh! I remember now!” Hermione spun around and looked down at him.

“What?” She asked excitedly.

“We have Quidditch tryouts tomorrow!” Harry exclaimed.

“Oh that's right!” Ron replied. Hermione huffed again and marched straight up to the
girl's dormitories, unaware of the snickers coming from the boys in the Common Room.

Hermione woke up the next morning to an empty dormitory. This is something that never
happened.

“What time is it?” She groggily wondered out loud. She rolled over to discover it was well past
10 am. Her eyes bugged out of her head. “Why didn't you wake me?” She asked the cat snuggling
on her feet. She quickly got out of bed and proceeded to take a shower.

By the time Hermione was dressed and entered the Common Room, it was completely deserted.
Quidditch tryouts were today and anyone not there would be at Hogsmeade already.

“Happy Birthday to me.” She said sadly.

Hermione spent her entire afternoon wandering around Hogsmeade with a melancholy look on her
face. Since it was her birthday, she treated herself to a collection of books she had had her eye
on for a while but even that didn't cheer her up. After a couple of hours, she had visited all
of her favorite shops and decided it was time to head home. She thought for a moment about going to
see Hagrid, but if Harry and Ron had forgotten about her, surely Hagrid would have as well.

Hermione returned to Hogwarts and was rounding the hall to the Gryffindor Common Room when she
saw Professor McGonagall.

“Miss Granger.” She nodded to her favorite student.

“Professor.” Hermione replied. She was surprised when McGonagall continued to walk past her, and
did not stop for a chat.

“I trust you'll have a pleasant evening.” She said with a knowing smile.

“You do the same.” Hermione said, very confused, and advanced through the portrait hole.

“SURPRISE!”

“Ah!” Hermione shrieked as she was greeted by all the Gryffindors in her year and Ginny
Weasley.

“Happy Birthday!” Ron said gently as he walked up to her. He clasped her arm and pulled her
towards the large group of people. She looked around the room to see that it was covered in bright
decorations that must have taken hours to put up.

“You did all of this for me?” Hermione asked, incredulously.

“You bet!” Dean said. “Well, that and for the excuse for the alcohol.” He admitted as he took a
sip of his drink.

“Since when do you need a reason?” Ron asked.

“Wait a minute.” Hermione said. “Wasn't McGonagall just here?”

“Of course.” Ginny said. “We had to get the party cleared. She knew about the party… Just not
everything that would be *at* the party.” She smirked.

By three o'clock in the morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the only ones still in the
Common Room. Most of the others had gone to sleep by choice, or involuntarily passed out, a couple
of hours ago. They were sitting on the couch, enjoying the last pieces of chocolate cake.

“Thank you both so much!” Hermione said. “This has been the best birthday ever!”

“Did you like your presents?” Ron asked slyly.

“Of course!” Hermione exclaimed. “I don't even think I have enough room on my bookshelf to
keep it all!”

“Well, if that's a problem, Ron's got a ton of extra space on his bookshelf.” Harry
quipped as Ron glared at him. Hermione laughed.

“I'll keep that in mind.”

“So, what did you think of my present?” Harry asked. Hermione raised both eyebrows and carefully
worded her response.

“A copy of the book entitled, Quidditch: A History is something I will always treasure, as it…
will always remind me of you!” Harry laughed.

“Open it.”

“What?”

“Open it! Open it!” Ron practically shouted, getting far too excited.

“Alright!” Hermione assured him. “Just calm down before you rupture something.” She picked up
the book and opened it. When she did so, she saw that the book had been hollowed out, leaving a
large hole in the center of the pages. She placed her hand in and pulled out a silver, heart-shaped
locket. She let the locket dangle from her fingers as she admired it. Her jaw about reached the
floor.

“I bought it, but Ron helped pick out.” Harry said softly. Ron smiled.

“You're not done opening.” He hinted. Hermione chuckled before opening the locket and read
the inscription out loud.

“The three of us… Together Forever.” She breathed. Harry and Ron looked at each other proudly,
knowing they had finally got Hermione a decent present. Their looks changed, however, when they saw
the tears flooding in her eyes.

“She's sad, she cries. She's happy, she cries. Bloody hell woman, what's with all
the crying!” Ron stood up as he practically shouted his last sentence. Hermione jumped up next to
him and pulled him into a hug.

“You guys are the best!” Her words were barely audible through her crying and her face being
buried in Ron's sweater. Ron gave Harry a terrified look which was returned by a shrug. When
Hermione finally let go of Ron, she settled back down on the couch and cuddled up with Harry.

“Thank you.” She kissed him on the cheek, regaining some composure. Harry replied with a smile.
He then reached around Hermione's neck and helped her put the locket on.

“Beautiful.” He told her. Ron went to bed almost immediately after that but Harry and Hermione
stayed up a little while longer talking. Throughout their conversation, she kept picking up the
heart-shaped charm hanging from her neck, and twirled it around in her fingers…

*Over eight months later, Hermione stood in the Astronomy Tower doing the same thing: twirling
her locket around her fingers. She hadn't taken it off since that evening when Harry clasped it
around her neck. She opened it up and read the inscription for the millionth time. She had to
chuckle at the irony.*

*“Forever sure came quick.” She whispered. She shook that thought away and brought her
attention back to her last birthday. That was the last night she had truly been happy**… The
night before it all started…*

*Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone walking up the stairs. She let out a
long, exasperated breath before looking back up to the night sky. She spoke her next words softly
as she hung her head.*

*“Merlin, what I wouldn't give to be* anywhere *else right now…”*

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