It was pouring outside.She’d been away so long, she almost didn’tFind the turnstiles at King’s Cross. Her hand twitched to the wand in her pocketEverytime someone looked her way;The defensive instincts from the past yearWould take a while to tame. When Mrs. Granger finally opened the door to her,She was ambushed by a sopping wet hugFrom a … Continue reading Granger, Hermione →