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Almost Perfect by DracoIlyMalfoy
Chapter 1 : Prologue
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the amazing world of Harry Potter, it's all J.K. Rowling's, sadly enough.

After Hogwarts I’d never really thought of exactly what I’d do, Harry and Ron joined the training program to become Aurors yet after the war it was something I could not bear to join them in. I turned down offers from various institutions of higher magical education, I turned down a Healer’s traineeship and I couldn’t bring myself to be an Auror so I realised there was only one thing that I could do. I took the letter that had been sitting on my dresser.

Miss Granger,

Due to the circumstances of the previous year, it has been authorised that, if you wish, for your return to Hogwarts to complete your NEWT year.

If you wish to accept this position, which I foresee that you will, a list of books and equipment that you will require has been attached and your Head Girl’s badge will appear within this envelope if you decide to return. However, I must inform you, if you do not return this role will be given to Miss Pansy Parkinson.

The envelope suddenly got heavier in my hand and I laughed to myself. ‘Well I guess my decision has been made’ I said out loud. I looked at a photo of Harry, Ron and myself on my dresser, it was snowing, third year at Hogsmeade and our photographic selves were having a snowball fight. It was memories like these that drew me back to the place where my fondest memories were forged. I turned my eyes back to the letter in front of me.

Just hold this letter with both hands and announce your decision and I will instantly know of your decision.

I hope to see you at Hogwarts on September 1st.

Minerva McGonagall

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I drew in a deep breath before uttering the words that set my life for the next twelve months at least. ‘I accept my position, I will be returning to Hogwarts’ I didn’t notice the tears that were forming in my eyes as a piece of handwritten script appeared on the bottom of the parchment.

I always knew you would...

I laughed and tucked the letter inside the breast pocket of my plain white shirt. I left my bedroom and returned to my parent’s old bedroom where I had spent most of my time after departing the Burrow a month ago telling the Weasleys and Harry that I needed time on my own to heal. After the war I’d gone in search on my parents who were blundering around Australia only to find that they had been hunted and murdered by Voldemort and his followers. I’d tried so hard to figure out how exactly they had been found, I’d placed a tracking charm on them that only I could track yet he’d found them and it was all my fault that they had died. Molly had told me not to blame myself but I couldn’t because I knew no matter what anyone ever told me, it was because of me that they had died.

                I sat on their bed, going through old photos every day, it felt like I would forget their faces if I didn’t look just like their voices were starting to evade me. ‘Of course!’ I yelled out, having had a sudden epiphany, closing the photo album and running into the living room after grabbing my video camera out of my study. My fingers fumbled with the chords as I connected it up to our television. Voices echoes out the speakers, telling me I’d finally got the right combination of chord and plug.

                ‘Mum, Dad, oh my gosh I miss you so much’ I whispered to their laughs etched across their faces. ‘Oh Hermione! Come back dear!’ My ten year old self was dancing across our patio and running around the backyard whilst my mother called out to me and tried to cut Dad’s birthday cake. Those were the days, before I knew about magic, before Voldemort took my parents’ lives, eight years later.


Author Note:
I'm just trying to set the scene here, nothing too crash hot or interesting, just a bit of background info on Hermione and the like.

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