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On platform 9¾, Hermione Granger had just handed her trunk and books to one of the assistants to put on the Hogwarts express, and she was heading towards her two her best friends, Harry and Ron. “Hey, guys!” she said, springing up behind them. They turned towards her, and Harry’s eyes widened whilst Ron’s jaw dropped. “What?” Hermione asked. Harry blinked and quickly shook his head, then elbowed Ron, who snapped his mouth shut. “Nothing. So how was your summer?” Harry asked. “Boring. Nothing happened.” She answered. “Really?” Ron said, looking her over again “Seems like..

Have you ever felt as if you’ve been preparing for something your entire life?  As if the past years you’ve spent on this planet were just a prelude to whatever was going to happen next?  My life was planned.  Before my mom, before my dad.  It started with my grandma and Edward.  My entire life has been a prelude, an introduction.  To something bigger and darker than anything I have or ever will see.  And I walked, no ran, straight, smack dab into it.  Or rather; into him. Forks.  The gray, cloudy sky hovered over me not in welcome, but in warning.  I couldn’t see the sun, just like my mother had predicted five hours earlier.