Disclaimer: I am J.K Rowling, I have a British accent and I own Harry Potter. (Looks in a mirror) Oh, wait. Nope, I'm still not J.K Rowling.
"We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive."
- Changes by 2Pac (Tupac Shakur)
"I have felt many emotions in my time. Sadness was a prominent part of my life for what felt like a millennium. Disappointment was always around when I desperately searched for something better. Pride, a feeling a associated with my friends, my family. For they have been through to much. Anger, especially when the thought of all those wasted days and nights trying to protect those I love from those who sought pain, vengeance and power. Happiness came to me at that final spell, when all I could see and feel was the triumph of light.
"Love, one of the emotions I have yet to list. I could give excuses as to why I haven't. But to tell the truth, I don't have any. Except, I shall try to intrigue eager minds with a story of young love. It started in the year 1999..."
"Hey Mione!"
"Welcome back dear!"
"'Lo Mione!"
The young woman, nodded politely to her peers as she passed them by. It had been a rough year but all was how it should have been. The war had ended and had taken with it the last bit of innocence Britain had left.
Amongst her face was a look of excitement. Most would bet money, some their lives, to say it was because she was back to where she loved to be. Her precious school. Filled with books to read. Things to learn. Professors to teach. It's a bookworms ideal paradise, right? Well, for all those who bet their life savings on this being the case, sadly they have lost everything. Don't get me started on those who bet their lives.
This girl, no correction, this woman was exactly that. A woman that wanted freedom, needed freedom, no, she demanded freedom, to exhilarate her out of her plain Jane shell. When Hermione Granger demanded something, than she better get it on silver platter with a cherry on top or there will be hell to pay.
As she walked briskly past the pillars of the platform, she went mentally through her to-do-list. The first objective brought her mulling to a stop as she a new thought popped into her bright mind.
"First things first, where is Ronald?"