Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters, nor nothing. It all belongs to JK Rowling. She is AWESOME!!!!!!


Setting: This is in Hermione's point of view. It is after the war against Voldemort, and her parents have passed away.


And so another year at Hogwarts began. I have to admit that I wasn't sure if I'd wanted to come back. After my parents' death, nothing really made sense. I was just relieved—I guess that's the right word for it—that the battle against Lord Voldemort was over, and that good had prevailed. Some things had changed, however, some things that just would never go back to how they were before.

During the war, I was sent to the Weasley residence. Ms. Weasley received me into her home with open arms, and Ginny, like always, treated me like a sister.

Even though it felt great to be here, something wasn't right. Because of this, I wasn't sure if I should return to school. But just as I started to fall to the "NO" side of my "Returning to Hogwarts" chart, there was an unexpected—yet welcomed—visit, that changed my decision.

There was a light knock at the door, which woke me up from my reverie. As soon as I was about to go check who it was, I heard Ginny yell, "Got it!"

I heard her footsteps approach the door, and when the visitor said the password, she unlocked it. The door flew open at once and Ginny screamed. I rushed into the living room and stopped in my tracks. There, standing in front of the door, was no other than Dumbledore himself.

I felt the color drain from my face, as I tried to figure out what was in front of me. A ghost, I decided. Yes. That is the only solution. Right before the peak of the war, Dumbledore went missing. We all suspected Voldemort had gotten to him and killed him, so he would not be able to supply Harry with any help.

"But…" I whispered.

"No, Miss Granger. I am not a ghost," Dumbledore clarified, as if he had read my thoughts. I felt my face heat up immediately. Damn these freaking emotions of mine, I thought.

By this time, all the Weasleys were in the living room, crowded around me and Ginny.

"Hello, Molly," Dumbledore said.

"It's nice to see you again, Dumbledore," Ms. Weasley curtly replied.

With that, everyone went ahead and took their seats to greet our guest. Even though the question in the air was nearly tangible, and was in everyone's tongue, nobody dared question him about his going AWOL. Instead, everyone chattered away; thankful that he was ok.

Finally, Dumbledore announced his departure. "As much as I enjoy all of your company, I must get going. But first, Hermione, may I have a word?" he asked, signaling for me to go outside.

"Yes, sir, of course." With that, I followed him into the garden.

"Hermione," he spoke. "I am very sorry about your loss. I know how tragic it must be, and how heart breaking it must feel, to have lost your parents. If there is anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, sir," I replied.

"Also, as you may know, we have chosen our Head Boy and Head Girl for this coming year," he said.

"Sir, I couldn't help but notice the plural. Does this mean you are coming back to Hogwarts?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss Granger. That is exactly what it means."

My face lit up. I felt a sparkle in my eyes, and a warmth in my stomach, that hadn't been there since the war. I knew there and then that I would return to the School of Magic. It was as if though the father in charge of my one-and-only home had returned, and I couldn't be happier.

"Hermione," he added, "there's more."

I looked at him, signaling for him to continue.

"Like I was saying, we have chosen the Head Boy and Head Girl for this year."

Overwhelmed with this night's events, I was completely confused. "I don't understand, Professor. What does this have to do with me?"

"This has everything to do with you, Miss Granger. You have been chosen to be Head Girl. Now, I know you have been through a lot, but I still have to ask. Do you accept the task that is being offered to you?"

I was speechless, so I simply nodded.

"Now," he went on. "When you first board the Hogwarts Express, you will report to the very last compartment. You will meet the Head Boy there. Then the prefects will join you about half an hour later, and you will both assign them to supervise the train corridors, and compartments. Also, you will both live in the same chamber."

I think he saw something flicker across my face, because he then quickly added. "Of course, you will have your separate bedrooms, and bathrooms. However, you will have to share the common room. It's just like the one in Gryffindor, except it's a little smaller. You are allowed to have visitors, as long as the Head Boy agrees. Is that understood? Or do you have any questions?"

"No, Professor. I understand it perfectly."

"Oh, one more thing. When you arrive to Hogwarts, report to my office. The password is liebe alle. I will supply you with more information there," he concluded.

"Thank you, Professor," I added, after a long pause.

With that said, we returned to the house and Dumbledore announced the news to everyone. "Hermione Granger has been offered the position of Head Girl. And she has accepted."

Everybody cheered, and I felt a strong embrace, coming from Ms. Weasley of course. "Honey, I'm so proud of you!" she said.

Everyone else cheered and told me how proud they were. I simply smiled and nodded.

Shortly thereafter, Dumbledore bid farewell to everyone, and left.

When the news sunk in, later that night, I couldn't believe it. Obtaining prefect in my fifth year had been great, but I had never expected myself to be chosen as Head Girl. I was full of excitement and happiness. I lied in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about my new position. Finally it occurred to me:

If I was Head Girl, then who was Head Boy???