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August 23, 2057 – The Future
Hermione sat propped in the large bed she had shared with her Husband since their marriage. Around her sat her children, and their children, and even some of their children. Briefly, she closed her eyes, reminiscing about reuniting with her recently deceased husband.
"Mum?" Her oldest, Melusina, asked softly. The women's chestnut curls made her the spitting image of her mother.
"Hmmm, Mel, dear. Shall I start at the beginning? The first day I meet your father?" Hermione's voice was soft, and tired sounding.
"Nah, mum, start after school, when Da changed." This was her youngest son, Honorack
"Very well. You see, school ended his last year with the end of a war."