My name is Hermione Granger. Up until last year, I was most likely considered 'normal'. I had friends, family, a boyfriend, a good job. Then came the crash. My mom had already died 10 years before that, from lung cancer. Though it was still horrible, I at least got to say my goodbyes. With my dad, though, it was a tragic accident, and I'm not totally over it yet. Why? It was all. My. Fault. I could've prevented it. I could have stopped him. But I didn't, and now he's dead, because of me. No one seemed to understand that either, especially not my ex, Ron. He just didn't see what my father meant to me. He told me that I'd get over it, and I shouldn't be so hung up on it. So I broke up with him. And then there were my friends. I think they knew what was happening. They knew the pain I had. So they gave me the distance I needed. And then some. And they never came back. Once they left me, left my side, they had left for good. I no longer had them. I immersed myself into my work, and shut down any feelings. I no longer felt any attachment to anyone, anything. For all I knew, if I started talking to people again, they would do the same thing that Harry, Ron and Ginny had. Leave, crushing me in the process. I guess that's why I avoided people then. I...I was scared...that they'd hurt me like Harry Ron and Ginny did. That's not something you hear every day. The great Hermione Granger being scared. Yes, the great. For all I know, for all ANYONE knows, I'm the best auror out there. I have a knack for finding those wizards, the ones who went bad. The ones who stayed bad. That's where Draco Malfoy comes in. He was one of my subjects. He was my mission. However, when presented to me, they refused to give me his reports. This was unusual. They knew my procedure. I got the files on the person, I looked them over, and then I would just disappear for a day. Then I would show up, and get to work, within a month, the subject was behind bars. So when they assigned me Draco Malfoy, without his crimes, I refused. They didn't know what I did in that day after I looked over the files. And neither will you. It's a story for a later time, I guess. Anyway, they insisted I take it, so I did. I had no choice. I looked over the meager information I got. I remember how utterly confused I was. I remember the questions I had, 'why would they need to catch Malfoy? He's not bad.' then, 'why didn't they give me his offenses? What did he do?' my boss, Kingsley, had just told me 'I'm sorry we can't give you all of the facts, you'll just have to deal with it.' sorry, were you, Kingsley? Yeah, right. There's a reason that- well, again, that's a story for later. So then started my mission. Capture Draco Malfoy- alive. So, with a starting point and a name, I set off. My destination?
Malfoy Manor.