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He-Must-Not-Be-Named Defeated!

As of this morning, Wednesday, October 31, 2006, the daily Prophet is pleased to report the final defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Mr. Harry James Potter, Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley, and Miss. Hermione Jane Granger, after years of searching, found and killed He-Who-must-Not-Be-Named this morning at 2:35 A.M. While we know this is a happy time please try to not draw attention to your selves in muggle cities. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, while not commenting on Miss. Grangers location, will be arriving in London at Kingcross Station at noon today. It is our personal thought that Miss. Granger will be there as well. More on page 5.

The paper shifted revealing a ago woman of about twenty six. She had her chestnut silky curls pulled back in a loose bun with a few stray curling hairs framing her face. Her face was grim and her eyes seemed to shine with a silent anger. This was Hermione Jane Granger and you could say she was not amused. Now looking down at the moving picture of her 'friends' she realized how very much things had really changed. Yes, changed... forever. She arched her eyes brows and breathed, "Ok," as she reached for her letter. Her brown eyes fell to the sender's name.

Ron Weasley

"And things just keep getting better and better this morning," she sighed with a air of sarcasm.

She tried several times to rip the seal but it remain stubbornly there. She then, tired and very annoyed bit the edge and pulled on the top of the letter with her teeth. The ripping sound came gratefully to her ears. She unfolded the letter and was greeted by the familiar untidy writing.

My Dearest Hermione,

By now I'm guessing you've heard WE WON! As you saw we credited you for all your help by letter of course. I know you were mad at me and Harry for having had to stun you to keep you behind in the safety of the Burrow but it was mans work to be done. Harry's so happy I've never seen him like this he's excited to see you his old friend. I'm excited to see you to as my girlfriend. It's been three years since I last saw you and I miss you greatly. Meet us at Kingcross Station at 11:00 a.m. I really need to ask you something so please come

All my love,

Ron

Hermione glared at the letter in fury that clearly showed behind her eyes. She then pointed her wand at it and yelled, "Incendio!"

The letter promptly burst into flames shortly leaving what was the letter in nothing but ashes.

"Damn!" yelled voice from behind Hermione.

She turned to see her niece, Emma, standing there with her hands on her hips eyebrows cocked in amazement. She had a head full of long straight brown hair and bright blue eyes. She also wore a small pink tennis skirt and matching small workout t-shirt. Her long hair was held in a high pony tail. She put down her Tennis racket and work out bag, then walked over to Hermione.

"Is my, dear, sweet, Aunt Hermione, Saint of the bookshops of the world ... burning a piece of innocent paper?" she asked mockingly pointing at the ashes that remained of the letter.

Hermione lightly slapped her hand away from the ashes, "Where were you? I woke up to see your bed empty and not even a note, where were you, young lady?"

Emma's face was suddenly shy, as she smiled mischievously, "Oh no where," she answered carelessly moving over to tend to the whistling tea pot.

"Oh no! Don't you might burn your self!" yelled Hermione, quickly cutting Emma off , to tend to the tea pot herself.

"Honestly, I'm what now 16? Seventeen in March! And I'm the only person in my year who can conjure a corporeal Patronus, I think I can handle a tea pot," complained Emma.

Hermione sighed swiping at a bit of her curls, that was falling our of her bun, behind her ear, "No, it's that simple, no."

Emma pouted and then looked at the clock on the wall.

"Uhh Aunt Hermione?" Hermione turned towards her, "It's like passed 9:00 shouldn't you be at work?"

"SHIT!" yelled Hermione.

"Well that was not very-" started Emma.

"I have to get you to Mrs. Weasley's come on"

Emma walked over to her and grasped her hand. In a short pop they were gone leaving the small apartment in silence with only the rare meow from Crookshanks and the ticking of an old grandfather clock. Suddenly another pop filled the room and Hermione and Emma reappeared. Hermione reached into the coat closet and grabbed her St. Mongo's Healer jacket for work and ignoring Emma's snort disapparated.

"Running a bit late today Hermione?" called the familiar voice of the jokester Fred Weasley as he descended the steps of the Burrow.

"Very disappointing," teased George as their red headed stocky figures came into view.

"Yes, I know, do you think your Mum will mind Emma staying here till my shifts over?" asked Hermione as Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm old enough to take of my self, thank you very much!" stated Emma as she stomped moodily to the kitchen and grabbed a one of Mrs. Weasley's Famous sugar cookies.

"Sure she won't mind besides Emma's the second daughter she never had, in her mind Emma can do no wrong," George scoffed as Fred watched Emma chew angrily on her cookie with a disgusted look mixed with horror.

"Ok well tell her thanks, I got to go," with that Hermione was gone.

"HEY DON'T TAKE YOUR PROBLEMS OUT ON THE COOKIE!"

"WHAT DID IT EVER DO TO YOU?"

"Miss. Granger you're late," stated Mr. Orgg.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry but my niece-," Started Hermione.

"Just like you famous people thinking your so above working, well you know what, your fired!" he spat angrily.

Hermione's first reaction was shock. Then she felt the sudden need to cry. That was soon replaced with anger.

Very rapid she knew but remember these were the emotions of Hermione Jane Granger.

"You! You pig! You fat ugly sad excuse for a wizard! You are unfair! AND YOU CAN'T FIRE ME I QUIT!" She yelled and stomped to the fireplace. She stopped suddenly and turned and walked back towards the man.

"I-want-my-check," she ordered in a steel tone.

He snapped his fingers and a young scared looking girl came running with her check. She glanced at Hermione's angry face and glaring eyes and looked down as she handed him the check and fled out of sight. He silently handed Hermione the check, she snatched it out of his grip and with a angry pop was gone.

Review please should I go on? About the getting so suddenly pissed at her boss well Hermione's had a tough morning. Lol