In a quiet neighborhood, in a very purple, girlish bedroom, (although not too girlish, thank you very much) two girls were busy packing what looked to be every item they owned.
"Are you quite sure you do not want to finish your education with me in America?" the first girl asked.
"Harry needs me Bri, especially now. I cannot in good conscience leave for safety when almost everyone I know and love is going to be fighting for their lives. You could always go back to America, but I'm staying." The second girl said this with so much fervor in her voice, as well as a stubborn chin lift, that the first girl knew there was no arguing.
After a hearty sigh, and a bit of a stomach flutter, Briseis (Bree-say-is) Marie Granger, fraternal twin sister of the female third of the Golden Trio, plopped down on her bed in the purple room.
"I know Mia, I just thought I'd try." Then, with a chin lift of her own, "Well, you'll just have to introduce me to all these friends you are so bent on sacrificing your life for. They had better be worth it."
"What do you mean?" questioned the bushy brown haired girl.
"You do NOT honestly think I'm going to let you stay here without me do you? You'd get yourself killed!" Huffed the blonder bushy haired sister. "I'm going to Hogwarts until this war is settled. It's already been arranged through Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. I love you, Hermione, I'm not letting you out of my sight until this What's-His-Name is taken care of."
As soon as the last sentence came out of Bri's mouth, Mia threw herself at her sister, silent tears running down her face. Despite having decided to go to different magical schools when they learned of their gifts in order to be singular entities for once in their lives, Hermione and Briseis Granger were as close as two sisters could be. Although fraternal, the sisters look remarkably alike; uncontrollable hair (although Bri's was a lighter blonde and Mia's was a golden brown), golden brown eyes, button noses, short statures and fiery temperaments. Where Mia was an intellectual, preferring books over people most times, Bri was physical. All the self-defense and dance classes, as well as her daily running routine, led her to be hard of body, where Mia tended to be soft. That wasn't to say that Mia was a lump. Oh no, Hermione also enjoyed physical exercise, and was often found running with her sister when they were home on holiday. Bri was no stranger to the library either, her love of books and learning ran as deeply as Hermione's, but wasn't as expressed.
"Are you serious? Can this be true? Oh, Bri! You'll finally get to meet Ron, and Harry, and all the Weasley's, and I'm sure Ginny will be happy to finally meet you, I know she's been dying to ever since I let it slip I have a sister! Oh, won't everyone be just shocked to discover my secret sister!" and then, after that bout of mouth vomit, Hermione grew quiet, and sat next to her twin on her bed. "Are you certain this is what you want? You'll be leaving all your friends from Salem, everything you've known for four years to go to a new place where people will hate you just for your name. Being a muggle-born is rather difficult here in Britain, especially now that Voldemort is back. It won't be fun, or especially safe. You need to be absolutely certain this is what you want. I'm determined to help Harry no matter what, to even sacrifice myself if necessary. He's my best friend, almost my brother, and I cannot be anywhere else but by his side. He has no one else, Bri," she said.
"I know Mia. I remember all your adventures from the past few years, and I am quite prepared to be completely unprepared for how different life is at Hogwarts from Salem. I never made friends the way you did at Hogwarts, so most people probably won't even notice I'm gone. I imagine it will be difficult, but us Granger girls must stick together, right? No matter what? If you feel the need to sacrifice yourself for this Harry Potter, then I am more than willing to stick by you, and sacrifice myself for YOU," and grabbing her sister's hand in her own, she whispered, "together Mia, we can do anything. We will win this war, whatever it takes." And with an uncharacteristically girlish giggle, Bri says, "Old What's-His-Name won't know what hit him!"
And, after an exuberant hug between the girls, Briseis and Hermione Granger, packed their clothing and the rest of their belongings into their infinitely-expandable duffle and trunk respectively. The rest of the night was spent planning, with lists of lists and notes of notes, and hope in their hearts that with the other by their side, they were unstoppable.