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It was early morning and the sun had just come up, Hermione sat at the old wooden table in the middle of the kitchen, daily prophet in one hand earl grey tea in the other.It was quiet, the quiet before the day begins. Her kids and husband still tucked in their beds. Gold light spilled througout the kitchen leaving the room bright enough to read.
There was a shuffle and a sudden flapping of wings. Hermione looked up at the large owl perched on the windowsill. In its beak was a letter.Setting her tea aside She stood from the kitchen table, chair gently scraping the floor. She reached for the letter.
On the front was her name in a neat scrawl, she turned the letter over and there was a plan red waxseal, no crest giving no indication of the sender.
She carefully opened the letter, unfolding it gentley.
“It was always you.”
- D.L.M.
Hermione stared at the parchment in her hand, her heart thudded against her chest. The world was still. The clock ticked each click echoed in her mind. This was a letter she had wished, wanted and hoped for only a decade too late.
She folded the letter closed her vision blurring slightly. Looking up to the window the bird was gone. Her tea sat untouched, it was lukewarm now and She tucked the letter in the envlope.
Clattering down the stairs and slapping of bare feet across the wood floor echoed through the house. Hermione watched as Rose and Hugo bounded out the house.
“We are getting the gnomes, bye mum”
“yeah bye” the door slammed behind them.
She could hear the creaking of the floorboards from the room above. Ron was awake.
Hermione breathed deeply, her day was beginning. However her heart was stuck on the letter. She held it close to her, the words settling in her bones and a hope she had long lost flickered to life, small and fragle but unmistakable.