Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚
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There was a definite end-of-the-holidays gloom in the air when Hermione awoke the next morning. Heavy rain was still splattering against the window as she got dressed in some skinny jeans and a t-shirt, her leather knee-high boots, and her jacket.
Instead of going down right away, Hermione decided to instead stay up a few more minutes, laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. Since the previous night, she couldn't help but drown in her thoughts. She couldn't understand what Lily had meant by her mum. As far as she was concerned her parents were in another universe, dead, or somewhere in the world, not giving a crap about her. But now she didn't know what to think anymore. Did Lily know her mum?
Now that Hermione thought of it, a lot of people had been making comments lately. The rat had even mentioned how she looked like her. Whatever the hell that meant. Maybe Hermione was adopted and they just didn't give a background story in the books.
Hermione hadn't even noticed she fell asleep again until she was shaken awake by Ginny.
"Hey, Mione," the red-haired girl said softly, "We're going now."
"The twins already took your trunk down, no need to worry about that. Vader too," Ginny said and Hermione smiled sleepily.
"Thanks, Gigi."
Both of them went outside to find everyone watching as the taxi drivers but their heavy Hogwarts trunks into the cars.
"Hermione, honey, you're awake!" Mrs. Weasley smiled after saying something to Harry.
"You should've woke me up, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione, smiling sheepishly.
"Nonsense, dear. You looked so peaceful and exhausted, we decided to let you sleep a bit more," Mrs. Weasley said with a soft smile which Hermione returned.
The journey to the station was uncomfortable, owing to the fact that they were jammed in the back of the taxis with their trunks. They were very relieved to get out at King's Cross, even though the rain was coming down harder than ever, and they got soaked carrying their trunks across the busy road and into the station—though Hermione was cursing the rain all the way there, for ruining her hair; which started to frizz, making Hermione reluctantly put her hair up in a bun.
