Walking along the all too familiar platform of the train station, the apprehension of returning home was not enough to quail her nerves. Children younger than herself were busy racing in between adults and herself just to get to their parents. She looked the perfection of a pure blood aristocrat. Her brown wavy hair was pinned at the nap of her neck, a rounded light brown trilby sat upon her head. Her long light brown trench coat was long enough to cover past her knees –although she always wore it open-

Witches and Wizards of her age were staring aghast. She sighed but kept her head straight as she saw her ride. All they did this year was stare. After the war her grandparents contacted her regarding her true birth heritage and practically demanded she come to be what is formally known as being a pureblood witch within the sacred 28 families of Wizarding Britain. Did she want this? Hell to the no but she had no family.

"Good trip back Miss?" Her grandparents butler dutifully held the door to her Chevy Impala open for her to climb into the back.
"It was as expected thank you"

She climbed into the back and watched the world melt away before her eyes. Hermione Granger had finished her last year at Hogwarts. This year was the year to be a grown up, to become a socialite and be married. Oh yes, her Grandmother has told her of her new place in society.

During the war Hermione 'oblivated' the Grangers, she practically erased all their memories of her entire existence. They sat before her watching the telly as she changed their names to Wendell and Monica Wilkins before sending them to be high flying dentists in Australia. Hermione had as of yet to go find her parents. Finding them was proving just as tricky as sending them away.

"We are here Miss, I will take your suitcase up to your room"
The driver cut the ignition off before racing around the car to let her out. Hermione smiled politely. Taking a look at the familiar mansion Hermione knew her future started and ended here. Literally. As soon as she stepped foot into the grand foyer she knew she was going to be bombarded by her Grandparents regarding future spouses and Grandchildren.

"Miss is home" Hermione laughed in delight as her personal house elf bubbles came running down the stone stairs and straight for Hermione.
"Hello Bubbles, Miss me?" Hermione straightened Bubbles hair down as they made their way into the house.

"Bubbles, where are my Grandparents dotted around this place?"
The little elf's ears lowered around her face
"Madam and Master are having a meeting with the blonde haired wizard family, Bubbles was told not to intrude under any circumstance mistress"
Hermione nodded as she frowned, she only knew one blonde haired Wizard family and she hoped to Merlin it wasn't them.
"Can you inform my Grandmother of my visit once she is free"
The little elf nodded enthusiastically and walked Hermione to her bedroom.

Leaving her alone, she had time to think and digest what had gone on this past year. ALOT

The Grangers had informally adopted Hermione from birth after her biological parents were on the run from the Aurors. Known Death Eaters, Her parents –Mr and Mrs Bradbury- went to their neighbours with their little problem of needing to keep Hermione safe. The Grangers had watch Mrs Bradbury have a tough time with her pregnancy and having not being blessed with their own children gladly offered to raise Hermione. The Bradbury's explained they were going to without a doubt die. They explained it in the best way they could think of. Made them sit through a movie of Bonnie and Clyde and explained they were the lead characters.

After the war and on her 17th Birthday a blood binding spell activated and within 24 hours her Grandparents were able to locate her. Of course Hermione thought it all to be nonsense. She knew her parents. She knew who they were and she knew who she was. Mrs Bradbury preformed a spell to reveal her true heritage, Angry and in spite Hermione sent them away and asked them to never contact her again, however after a fortnight of constant badgering from her Grandmother she decided to look closely at the facts.

Hermione visited the Manor for a weekend, she read Shakespeare with her Granddad and learnt about her parents through pictures from her Grandmother. It was then that she had heard of a Marriage law that was going to be passed, however she ignored all her Grandmother's protests to find a suitable suitor and quick. Why should she? She had a year left.

Now time was creeping upon her and she was nearly 18. At Hogwarts she received plenty of courting requests from a lot of suitors from different houses. Of course with a flick of her wand she ignored every single one of them not even bothering to read who they were from. A lost pureblood princess come back from nowhere and of course they would all want a piece of her. She wanted none of it.

Bubbles appeared with a 'pop' looking around until she saw Hermione sat on the bed staring at her dressing unit again. Bubbles' eyes drooped slightly, the elf knew her Mistress was slightly damaged … well so was Bubbles. They fit perfectly.

"Madam has requested your presence for diner; Madam says to dress nicely and to be ready to eat in 30 minutes"
"Very well Bubbles, thank you" Hermione smiled and rubbed at her eyes slightly to come back down to earth instead of staring off into space.
The little elf bowed and disappeared

With a flick of her wand and her suitcase was unpacking itself, Hermione went into the bathroom and pressed her jet stream shower to go. Using her favourite strawberry shampoo she massaged her scalp and her long luscious locks. Once she was clean, Hermione preformed the generic drying spells on her. Keeping the towel in place she walked into her walk in wardrobe and looked through her many dresses –most still with tags on-

Gently tugging at one of her favourites, she slipped into a violet silk long dress with a slight slit up her left hand calf. She placed some brown pins in her head to keep her hair in place, simple make up applied and she was as ready as she was going to be. Hermione knew why she had to look so formal, there wouldn't be any other reason. Her Grandfather was not fussed if she turned up in her pyjamas for every meal as long as she turned up. They must be a potential suitor downstairs.

Hermione knew any petitions of potential suitor's would have to be approved or not by her Grandfather. Her 18th birthday was creeping up and she knew any day soon she would receive her letter on whom she must be inflicted upon.

Walking from her bedroom to the parlour, she double checked her appearance in a small oval mirror in the hallway before being announced into the room. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the company her Grandparents were keeping this evening and smirked. Oh boy this was going to be fun.