Rewind

Rewind

"I wish life had a rewind button," Hermione thought to herself.

It had been about five years since the day that her world fell apart. She had lost her husband, Ron and her best friend, Harry to Lord Voldemort. Harry and Ron had gone to the Quidditch World Cup in Wales. During the game, Lord Voldemort Aparated onto the field and Harry went down to battle him. Harry told Ron to stay, but Ron had never learned how to listen. Ron followed Harry down there to help him defeat the Dark Lord. Voldemort killed Ron first. He tortured Ron to death. After watching Voldemort kill his best friend Harry fought with new determination to avenge his friend. In the end Harry did kill Voldemort, but died two days later from all the times Voldemort hit him with the Cruciatus curse and many other curses and spells.

When she heard the news she couldn't believe it. She locked herself in her room and wouldn't come out in spite of Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, her parents, and many other friends begging her from the hallway. She was just in her and Ron's room lying in their bed crying uncontrollably. The only thing the people outside in the hallway could make out was her yelling," We were only married for two months!"

"She sounds so sad," Ginny said looking at all the people standing in the hallway.

"I think we should let Ginny talk to Mione," Mrs. Weasley told all the people in the hall "they have been friends for a long time and they need their privacy."

Even after all of the people left, Hermione still wouldn't come out. Ginny tried and tried, but nothing worked. At 1:30 Ginny went home.

She gave Harry and Ron a joined funeral.

"It's what they would have wanted," she told everyone. At the funeral everyone told her how sorry they were. By the end, she couldn't take it any more; despite her desires, she couldn't escape. She rode in the limousine with the Weasley family and Sirius to the gravesite. She hadn't cried much at the funeral, but before they lowered the coffins she just broke down in tears, and ran away back to the limousine.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. She moved out of the house she and Ron had shared for two happy months and moved in with her parents. That was where she was now, sitting in her room all by herself. Her parents had both died a few weeks ago. She was in the middle of going through her old stuff she had packed away in her parent's attic. She was looking through a box of old school things, when she stumbled across an old note from her muggle best friend, Sarah. She opened the note curiously and read it. Hermione had been 12 at the time, a witch in her second year at Hogwarts.

"That was the year she died," she whispered quietly. Her parents told her they had heard she died on the news one night. "If I could have one childhood friend back, it would be her." Sarah had always been there for her, no matter what.

She was about to keep sorting through her stuff when the doorbell rang. "It must be the house inspector," she thought to herself. She was surprised when she saw a lady standing there.

"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked very confusedly. "Hermione, it's me Sarah." "Sarah?" she said cautiously. "You're supposed to be dead."

"Who told you hat?" Sarah asked shocked.

" My parents said they saw something on the news saying you were dead."

"My mum's name is Sarah as well, she was the one who died in a car accident"

. "I've been through so much, you are exactly the person I wanted to see." And with that Hermione burst into tears.

"Don't worry 'Mione, I'm here for you, I always will." "I came here tonight to tell you something, but you go first," Sarah said trying to calm Hermione down. They started to talk.