Attempting to drift back into sleep, Hermione was reminded by the fact that for the first time ever, she would be alone for the holidays. She had no plans, no invites, and nowhere to go. Although she was done feeling sorry for herself, she did wish she had spent more Christmases with her parents in the past. It wasn’t her fault, but more just the consequence of being a Muggleborn. Magic had become so much a part of her; she had never learned to balance her life between the two worlds and now time had run out. She had no family to speak of. 