May 15th

"So what have you decided to do now that you've graduated Hogwarts, m'dear?" The short wizard asked, then taking a sip of butterbeer.

"I'm not sure Professor-"

"Oh no, dear. I'm not your professor anymore you can call me Filius just like everyone else. You haven't been my student for over a year, Hermione."

Hermione smiled. "Er, Filius," she giggled. "I'm not sure. I worked at the Ministry for awhile, but they don't need me as much as I once thought. The war made them see the reformations that needed to happen. So, I took time off, to reanalyze my future and it's given me time to mourn all we lost."

"Ah, yes. You lost your parents, right?"

Hermione flinched at the memories that began flooding through her mind. "Not exactly."

"But lost to you. You protected them. Saved them from our war."

"Yes, I..I obliviated their memories of me." She blinked back tears that burned her eyes.

Filius grabbed her hand. "You always have been amazing at charms. That's actually why I wanted lunch today." He paused to take another drink. "I would like to retire and give myself time to process and mourn. As much as I love teaching. I believe my time has come to leave Hogwarts."

Hermione frowned at Filius's words. Who would teach in his place?

"I would like you to take over my position."

The witch's heart stopped.

"And Minerva agrees with me."

"But aren't I too young? I mean, I finished school only one year ago."

"The world is entering a new age, a new dawn. And so must Hogwarts. Neville, Ginny, and even Luna will be teaching next year." He chuckled. "Seems young folks will be taking over." Filius stroked Hermione's hand. "Hermione, my dear, there is no other I would trust to take my position."

Hermione's chest warmed with a new light. Something inside her clicked, the same way it felt when you found the right wand. It just felt right.

She took a deep breath, "Okay."