The battle was over, the war was over.
And yet Hermione's life remained unfinished and rather scattered.
During the battle at Hogwarts, several lives were lost. Classmates, strangers and even the adults who knew better. Ron was one of those fallen people who wouldn't be forgotten. Harry and Hermione remained in contact but having lost Ron for good, it felt empty when they were together. In the woods, as they stayed hidden, it was easy to carry on because Ron wasn't dead, he was just missing, somewhere else but still believed to be alive. And now that he was dead, things felt more final and more cold. Hermione didn't feel weak, as much as she felt tired. The constant looking over her shoulder, the sleepless nights, the spells which ricocheted backwards and forwards were meant to be a thing of the past. Yet, she still felt so cold and empty.
Her life wasn't over and she restored her parents' memories and Harry was safe and so was the world. So why couldn't she find comfort in what she had saved? Because Ron died. It was a risk the three mates were willing to take and yet a Deatheater killed Ron while they were navigating the castle, trying to find Harry after having left the Chamber of Secrets. She had to tell Harry what happened but they couldn't begin to mourn as they had things to do. Seven months had passed since that dark endless night and Hermione forced herself to move on. Or to at least appear as if she was. She worked at the Ministry of Magic in a new division that was going to restore the use of Time Turners, she would help oversee the use of the device but she first had to make it.
The supply had been destroyed and she had the only Time Turner left so it was only right that she become the pioneer to make it more fluid through time, whether you wanted to go forward or backward. Time was a delicate thing and she knew the dangers of it being misused. That didn't stop the bookworm from trying her hardest to make something work. Perhaps her personal investment was why she refused to sleep for more than three hours, or eat something every twelve hours but she was so close to finishing her project that she didn't want to be disturbed. Harry gave the Black House to Remus since he couldn't live in it without the past catching up to him. Hermione moved in four months ago and so far, she and ex-DADA Professor had managed to stay clear of one another.
Hermione was busy with her work and Remus was doing something else but the girl had yet to really ask him about it. He had lost Tonks and his unborn child so she understood the need to process things. She would move about the house on her own accord but would make an effort to be quiet and tidy, out of the way. As she set done of tools, she sat up straight and felt every muscle and bone in her body wail. She got up and pushed her chair in. Hermione had been hunched over her desk for far too long and her stomach was trying to alert her to its plight. She rubbed her eyes and headed downstairs to get something to eat. Tinkering with tiny wires and stuff was tiring and her invention would channel magic as well as science so it was hard to balance. Once in the kitchen, she conjured up some hot water in a mug and fixed herself some tea while she sorted out the contents of the fridge.
- - -
It was a bunch of chaos.
So much chaos, so much fun for the Doctor.
He had just dropped off a male companion who was from a faraway planet where everyone was left handed and walked backwards. It was quite fun at first but not when they had to make a quick getaway from an angry mob of aliens who were upset that they messed up some ceremony of importance. The Doctor was sad to see the fellow go but his companions came and went frequently. Saying goodbye was always difficult but it was better than seeing them die or get left behind. Saying goodbye was usually the best outcome he could hope for whenever he asked for someone to come along with him. Sometimes those he ran into asked to come along and sometimes he would agree if he saw that they'd be able to handle themselves.
But it was getting hard. He was getting old and he knew his fun wouldn't last forever. The Doctor didn't like to think about that or his past. For him, there was never a Time War and yet he still didn't have the guts to go back to Gallifrey. He stole a TARDIS and ran away and hadn't returned since. The Doctor had gone through many many regenerations and had experienced so much. The very thought of slowing down or going back to his home planet, was something he had yet to consider. There were so many people to meet, so many places to see. His sense of wonder would never diminish with each companion he lost and with each new face he was given. The Doctor could never stop running.
After he dropped his companion off, the Doctor went back into his lovely blue box and was keen to carry on and find a new adventure to have fun with. But as he was pulling a few levers and pressing some wooden buttons, the TARDIS became very fidgety. He tried to fix the problem but before he could kick the damn control, he was thrown back. The machine began to spin out of control and all the man with the spiffy bow-tie could do was hold on and wait for the girl to settle down. He felt a lot of bumps and he was sure the time in the vortex was longer than usual but he could assess anything until they landed somewhere. Anywhere was fine with him!
Suddenly there was a large crash and he got to his feet, hopeful that the ride was over. He saw his machine was slightly on fire, only slightly. "Not good." He said and grabbed an extinguisher and put it out. Looking over the control panel, he could tell there was some damage but he had no idea what had happened to cause such havoc. He couldn't use his computer at the moment so he had no idea where or when he was. He stepped out of the blue box and locked it behind him, just to be safe. He then saw he was in someone's yard. The Doctor didn't sense any danger and headed over to the front door. He gave it a few knocks and waited, adjusting his bow-tie a little. When a blond woman answered, he smiled. "Hello. I seemed to have accidentally crashed into your yard, my deepest apologies, I just want to assure you that everything is fine. Also, where am I? And um what year is this?" He asked, he could tell he was on Earth but the details were fuzzy.
And yet Hermione's life remained unfinished and rather scattered.
During the battle at Hogwarts, several lives were lost. Classmates, strangers and even the adults who knew better. Ron was one of those fallen people who wouldn't be forgotten. Harry and Hermione remained in contact but having lost Ron for good, it felt empty when they were together. In the woods, as they stayed hidden, it was easy to carry on because Ron wasn't dead, he was just missing, somewhere else but still believed to be alive. And now that he was dead, things felt more final and more cold. Hermione didn't feel weak, as much as she felt tired. The constant looking over her shoulder, the sleepless nights, the spells which ricocheted backwards and forwards were meant to be a thing of the past. Yet, she still felt so cold and empty.
Her life wasn't over and she restored her parents' memories and Harry was safe and so was the world. So why couldn't she find comfort in what she had saved? Because Ron died. It was a risk the three mates were willing to take and yet a Deatheater killed Ron while they were navigating the castle, trying to find Harry after having left the Chamber of Secrets. She had to tell Harry what happened but they couldn't begin to mourn as they had things to do. Seven months had passed since that dark endless night and Hermione forced herself to move on. Or to at least appear as if she was. She worked at the Ministry of Magic in a new division that was going to restore the use of Time Turners, she would help oversee the use of the device but she first had to make it.
The supply had been destroyed and she had the only Time Turner left so it was only right that she become the pioneer to make it more fluid through time, whether you wanted to go forward or backward. Time was a delicate thing and she knew the dangers of it being misused. That didn't stop the bookworm from trying her hardest to make something work. Perhaps her personal investment was why she refused to sleep for more than three hours, or eat something every twelve hours but she was so close to finishing her project that she didn't want to be disturbed. Harry gave the Black House to Remus since he couldn't live in it without the past catching up to him. Hermione moved in four months ago and so far, she and ex-DADA Professor had managed to stay clear of one another.
Hermione was busy with her work and Remus was doing something else but the girl had yet to really ask him about it. He had lost Tonks and his unborn child so she understood the need to process things. She would move about the house on her own accord but would make an effort to be quiet and tidy, out of the way. As she set done of tools, she sat up straight and felt every muscle and bone in her body wail. She got up and pushed her chair in. Hermione had been hunched over her desk for far too long and her stomach was trying to alert her to its plight. She rubbed her eyes and headed downstairs to get something to eat. Tinkering with tiny wires and stuff was tiring and her invention would channel magic as well as science so it was hard to balance. Once in the kitchen, she conjured up some hot water in a mug and fixed herself some tea while she sorted out the contents of the fridge.
- - -
It was a bunch of chaos.
So much chaos, so much fun for the Doctor.
He had just dropped off a male companion who was from a faraway planet where everyone was left handed and walked backwards. It was quite fun at first but not when they had to make a quick getaway from an angry mob of aliens who were upset that they messed up some ceremony of importance. The Doctor was sad to see the fellow go but his companions came and went frequently. Saying goodbye was always difficult but it was better than seeing them die or get left behind. Saying goodbye was usually the best outcome he could hope for whenever he asked for someone to come along with him. Sometimes those he ran into asked to come along and sometimes he would agree if he saw that they'd be able to handle themselves.
But it was getting hard. He was getting old and he knew his fun wouldn't last forever. The Doctor didn't like to think about that or his past. For him, there was never a Time War and yet he still didn't have the guts to go back to Gallifrey. He stole a TARDIS and ran away and hadn't returned since. The Doctor had gone through many many regenerations and had experienced so much. The very thought of slowing down or going back to his home planet, was something he had yet to consider. There were so many people to meet, so many places to see. His sense of wonder would never diminish with each companion he lost and with each new face he was given. The Doctor could never stop running.
After he dropped his companion off, the Doctor went back into his lovely blue box and was keen to carry on and find a new adventure to have fun with. But as he was pulling a few levers and pressing some wooden buttons, the TARDIS became very fidgety. He tried to fix the problem but before he could kick the damn control, he was thrown back. The machine began to spin out of control and all the man with the spiffy bow-tie could do was hold on and wait for the girl to settle down. He felt a lot of bumps and he was sure the time in the vortex was longer than usual but he could assess anything until they landed somewhere. Anywhere was fine with him!
Suddenly there was a large crash and he got to his feet, hopeful that the ride was over. He saw his machine was slightly on fire, only slightly. "Not good." He said and grabbed an extinguisher and put it out. Looking over the control panel, he could tell there was some damage but he had no idea what had happened to cause such havoc. He couldn't use his computer at the moment so he had no idea where or when he was. He stepped out of the blue box and locked it behind him, just to be safe. He then saw he was in someone's yard. The Doctor didn't sense any danger and headed over to the front door. He gave it a few knocks and waited, adjusting his bow-tie a little. When a blond woman answered, he smiled. "Hello. I seemed to have accidentally crashed into your yard, my deepest apologies, I just want to assure you that everything is fine. Also, where am I? And um what year is this?" He asked, he could tell he was on Earth but the details were fuzzy.
