Disclaimer: Well, I don't own Harry or anybody else…….. but I DO OWN this well thought out, incredibly intelligent, "prediction".

Author's Note: In a bizarre twist of events the fic I originally post wasn't my final draft… I am a newbie so please forgive me. Thank you so much to all my reviewers! Especially ogreatrandom for all of her hard work in explaining and helping me post my fan fic… you rock … read her stories!

We never knew… we never even thought that there was something different about Hermione's personal life- rather her family life. I guess Ron and I seemed to take for granted the personal stereotypes that we have given each other. Ron- overshadowed by his five older brothers, his father's unusual fondness for muggles, and his family's unconventional way of living; me, Harry- my dysfunctional "family", if you would even call it that, my shallow sense of being, and… well… you know the story; and Hermione-the over-achieving perfectionist mudblood (and not to mention the only female in our trio). We had acknowledged each other's personal struggles since day one, and yet, when we came together at Hogwarts, all seemed to center around so many other tragedies and adventures that we rarely stopped to think about home… that is- until the day Hermione didn't arrive on Platform 9 ¾ on September 1st.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked to me over the clatter of the platform.

"She's just probably running behind- I bet she forgot to pack a book or that she could have added three more scrolls to our summer assignment." I answered scanning over the crowds of hustling students who were calling to each other in greetings, chatting with those who they had not seen all summer. Hermione's distinct "hedge hair" made her visible in almost any crowd. "I barely scraped together the required two, how the heck are you supposed to go on for two whole scrolls on the Salem Witch Trial-I mean they didn't even happen!"

"What assignment?" said Ron looking panicked, but he seemed to have other things on his mind. "We told her we would meet her here though." said Ron, who now looked very concerned, more than I think, he wanted to show.

"Where's Hermione?" asked Ginny who had just finished a conversation with an incoming fifth year.

"She's not here yet." I said "Her parents probably had some car trouble or got stuck in traffic."

"Car trouble!" piped in Mr. Weasely excitedly who had just walked over with Mrs. Weasely. ""I would love to ask the Grangers to see their car."

"That's enough now dear." Mrs. Weasely interjected "I am sure that Hermione will be along soon."

Twenty minutes passed… still no Hermione.