Stolen From Me

Hermione cried herself to sleep that night and almost every night since. A few days later she had been informed that he would be staying in a mental institution until further notice. Hermione was a mess for weeks. She appealed his case over and over, trying to reason with them, but to no avail. They ignored her. Hermione felt fresh pain as she remembered the entire ordeal. The sleepless nights. The loneliness. The fact that Harry was in that place. Everything. . . Hermione has a bad day again. This story is based off a situation I am having at the moment with my best friend. First chapter is a songfic to Fuel's "Bad Day."