Hermione sat at her desk, and reviewed some papers by candlelight, it was early Satuday morning and she still had not returned home after and early start yesterday, she knew she was working herself crazy but anything to be restricted from the reality of it all. Occasionally, Crookshanks would leap elegantly onto the old, oak desk and brush her tail underneath Hermione's pale neck, in an attempt to distract her from her work so they could both go home.
Crookshanks had become a very big part of Hermione's life since she had left the wizarding world, she was the only thing that she kept from the wizarding world, except her wand which she kept in a small wooden box beneath her bed. Crookshanks, after all, was her cat and she couldn't bare to ever part with her, she may be that little reminder of the wizarding world but she was also a reminder of how well she had done after leaving it too.
It had only been three years since the war over Hogwarts, everyone had moved on and yet something inside her restricted her from doing so. She had passed all her exams with flying colours after returning to the ruined castle a year later, she was the only one who did and was left with Ginny and Luna for company, their madness and drove her nearly over the edge.
She knew where everyone else had ended up, either Aurors or Professors or some even went abroad, Hermione however wanted to stay as far away from the wizarding world as possible, when she announced this to Professor McGonagall you can probably imagine her reaction, afterall Hermione was the smartest wizard she had met in a long time and to throw the opportunity of a high ranking job down the drain was unheard of. Just picturing her face sent shivers down her spine, she looked like a time bomb which was about to explode, Professor McGonagall usually calmly contained her anger however at that moment you could see it on her face. It wasn't a simple stern look, it was a face full of anger, full of shock.
Hermione for many years at Hogwarts had researched multiple career paths for someone of the wizarding world, however none of them suited her. She had read every book out of the library that were based on different wizarding jobs, it wasn't the qualifications that were the problem for her, it was just the actual job description. An Auror: fighting dark wizards, nowadays that job wis probably a lot lesson exciting and the adrenaline rush would most likely die down quickly, after all there was no one for the wizards to follow in their strive to win over the Ministry. A Healer: healing mysterious injuries caused by duels and hexes, since the downfall of Voldemort any hex or duel was instantly turned over to the Auror Department as they were classified under the Dark Rights Movement and therefore Azkaban was the fate of the wizard who had cast the spell.
So, after a lot of reading (and numerous headaches) she had taken up the option of a job in the Muggle World, her ambition before she knew that she was a wizard was to be leader of the free world, which in this case had resulted in her becoming Prime Minister of London. The pay was rather high and although past Prime Minister had assesed the job as stressful and that it seemed like the entire world was against you, Hermione hadn't found this at all. She had merely done exactly what the country needed, having first-hand experience of a simple life with money struggles, she knew the exact answer to everyone's problems and the world was soon on her side of the argument.
Hermione leaned back in her chair, remembering the delighted cheers of the people outside 10 Downing Street when she was announced Prime Minister, of course she expressed her condolences towards the ones who hadn't been as successful as her, but inside she had been jumping for joy. She remembered one of the first file which she had opened was her own, however it had made her mood not as joyful as she came across her birth certificate, only to find that her parents' names were no where to be seen. It brought memories of her final year at Hogwarts back as she made her parents forget their daughter and she remembered standing in the hallway watching her face disappear from all the family photos.
She had long since forgotten about them though, you may think, how could you ever forget the many role models in your childhood, but in all honesty it wasn't that hard for Hermione to close one door on her old life only to open another in her new. She still held onto a picture of them, despite this, it rested on her bedside table and she would look at it every night as a teardrop rolled down her cheek but it would be almost as if none of that had ever happened when she awoke early the next morning.
Hermione, all of a sudden jumped in her chair as a loud, booming knock came from the oak door of her office, and then a tall, gangly man walked in, he had a blue-striped suit on with a red tie his brown hair was in a quiff and he stood with a very confused expression on his face. "Miss Granger, shouldn't you be at home by now?"
"Yes, Mr Fredrickson, I probably should but what's at home that isn't here?" Hermione looked up at the man, who had assisted her so greatly ever since she had decided to run for Prime Minister, he was very stern looking but he had a kind heart. "Here, I'm not alone and I have something to occupy my mind. Anyway, did you come in here just to lecture me?"
"No, Miss, you have a visitor," Mr Fredrickson announced. "She insisted on coming to see you, if you want my opinion of the woman she's entirely mad, she can't stop explaining about how urgent at is that she tells you, something about history repeating itself."
"Well, I didn't ask for your opinion of her, did I?" Hermone replies rather sternly, "I am someone who likes to make her own judgements and only when she knows a lot about the person, although your opinion is greatly appreciated."
"Are you sure that you want me to let her in, Miss?" Mr Fredrickson asks, still slightly concerned about the matter at hand, "I've never seen her in my life, she looks as if she's just returned from a fancy dress party, with her green cloak and witches hat to match!"
Hermione's eyes widen, how could this be happening? Mr Frederickson knew everyone who she knows, but from the description of her clothing, this can't be just anyone, she must be very bold and very concerned. That's when it clicks, the cloak, the hat, th history, the only thing that lies in her history now is the wizarding world, and it's returning to her.