His hand was trembling as he opened his envelope, that had been delivered by a large brown owl. He was happy, in a way, just to see the owl. He hadn't seen any one from his old life in 20 years. He ran down his apartments first floor. He had a happy life, friends a good job. Nothing from his old life though. He had avoided, somehow any contact with Hermione, despite, that she was Ginny's best friend. He had managed it, that's what mattered after all. He ran his hair through his white hair and sighed. He took out a piece of parchment…
She turned over the paper in her hands. She had been waiting for this letter. Ginny had gotten hers a few days earlier. She suspected that hers had been delayed by the oceans that separated her from Hogwarts. She decided she could take a few days off from her cause. Freeing an entire race from slavery was no easy task, and had run her a bit stressed. She still hadn't recovered from 10 years ago either. All of her effort was without vain though, this was her second nation the first was, of course, Briton (and that had worked, it was possible). She signed a hurried yes and returned to her work…