Author's Note.

So hey there guys, I am back, you probably won't remember me.

I just deleted my old stories, looking back at them, I was not happy with the content.

I hope you enjoy this, I got the inspiration from a story I read a few years ago and thought it was a shame it had not continued, so it is similar in some aspects

There will be another not below, please read it :)

Chapter One.

The Malfoy's

Looking at the house, you could tell it wasn't the same as it had been 16 years ago. As the current Lord and Lady of the house gained the inheritance, it became a much happier place to be. The dreary windows full of life. The Garden full to the brim with magnificent species of flowers, both magical and muggle. The large house was awash with laughter. A more family place than it had been with previous generations. No longer were there majestic, exotic birds roaming the grounds, instead there were the normal country life scurrying around without a care in the world.

No longer were the House elves slaves. Instead they were paid workers with one day off a month. No longer was there an eerily dark feel to the place they call home. The rooms all refurbished to the Lady's taste.

During the Holiday months, there would be five humans residing in the exquisite rooms. During the school term it was a somewhat quiet place as there would only be three of the family there.

The family, consisting of five, was a mother and father, One 15 year old girl, a 13 year old boy and another girl that was aged 7. At first sight, you would wonder why the parents were a couple. During their own School days they were not ones for being friendly towards each other. In fact, if you were unaware that they were married, just by taking the personalities of their younger selves, you would not expect them to be they are today.

Of course, you must be pondering over who these parents are. Well it would be imperative to say that you may be shocked. The mother was one Hermione Granger. Who was the father? Why it was a man named Draco Malfoy.

"Draco Malfoy! Get up right now! Or you will not be seeing your children off to Hogwarts!"

Of course. It was September 1st. How could he forget?

"I'm up Hermione! Jeez!" he replied to his loving yet scary wife.

"You better be up Mister, or there WILL be hell to pay!"

If there was one thing to know about Hermione Gr- Malfoy, it is that she loved her family more than anyone ever could. However, whilst she loved her family, she hated being late, for anything.

The former Gryffindor was indeed very different from her teenage self. While she was still an avid reader, she no longer spent all of her time reading (she had read every single book in Malfoy Manor within 5 years, and it was a rather large quantity of books) instead she would pick a book and take her time reading. She after all had children to look after. Instead of the bush of brown hair that sat on her head, it had smoothed and darkened with age. Now it was sleek and a very dark brown. She had also grown and filled out in all of the right places. No, instead of the awkward bookworm, there was a majestic woman of 37 years, Mother of three.

The first day of school started the same. Hermione would walk up each of her children. She would then proceed to call for a house elf –usually Gemmy, her favourite- and ask her to prepare everyone's favourite breakfast meal, plus a few other items as a just in case. It would them be custom to wake up her husband so that they would not miss their last minutes together. The family had always made it to the Hogwarts express around half an hour before it was scheduled to leave the station.

"Annabelle, sweetie it's time to get up!" Draco called to his youngest child "Beth and Johnny are leaving today for school".

"Go away. Sleep is calling me," was the witty reply of the 7 year old. She then promptly shot up "I SMELL BACON!"

"And if you are dressed in the next ten minutes, you will get some, not scoot misses!"

Draco Malfoy loved his children with equal measure, of this he was sure. His youngest child, however, was still a baby in his eyes. Hell, they were ALL still babies! He was still finding it hard to believe that his eldest, Beth, was a prefect this year. Just like her mother. She was the spitting image of her mother, dark brown curls with matching eyes, she was beautiful, and it was easy to see. His next child, known to all as Johnny was just like his father, platinum blonde, and pale skinned, with the most stunning grey eyes. Annabelle was a mixture of both her parents. Curly, dirty blonde hair, her eyes were a mystery to all. For some reason she had one grey eye with little brown specs and one brown eye with little grey specs. One would say she was... unique. She was bound to break hearts when she was older.

As the family sat down to their breakfasts, Hermione made sure that her children remembered everything.

"Do you have-"

"Yes mum, for the last time! We have had everything packed since last night, with your approval. We have a bag with things we need for the train. And yes, that does include our uniforms!" Beth exclaimed with an exasperated look towards her father.

"Beth I am just trying to make sure you set off to school okay! I will not see you until December! I am entitled to worry over my babies!" Came the reply of her mother,

"Hermione, she is your daughter, you have taught her well. There is no need to worry over her things, you helped her pack."

"I know, but I can't help but worry over my kids!"

"Calm down. We have ten minutes until we need to leave, everything is done and waiting for us at the fire place", Draco reassured his wife.

"Fine."

It was widely known that the only way to enter Platform 9 ¾ was by running straight into a pillar between platforms 9 and 10. However, there had been a Floo connection to an old office so that far away students could get there quicker. This was how the Malfoy's arrived.

"Right kids, let's go shall we?" asked Draco.

As they walked among the unsuspecting muggles, the family could see others that were also going towards the magical train. It was easy to tell, you just had to look for weirdly dressed people that had a shifty look about them. It was not unusual to be this early for the train, as even though there were a lot of compartments, the good ones were usually taken early on. There was one that was always left alone; this was the one that Bethany Apolline Malfoy sat with her friends.

Upon entering the Platform, Hermione looked around her. She always liked to reminisce about her days aboard the train that tool her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This always came with bad memories as well, though.

Not long after she started her relationship with her now husband, she had a massive argument with her "friends".

Flash!

"You are WHAT?" sounded the voice of Ronald Weasley. "How could you do this to m-us Hermione?"

"Do what to you?" Hermione replied. "As far as I am aware, I am the one that fell in love, not you!"

"The point is, you fell in love with you worst enemy. I thought you liked us more than that" Harry's words ran deep.

"I thought that Voldemort was your worst enemy? And in any case, He is dead, and if I remember correctly, Draco played a large part in the demise of him. Remember? Handing over two horcruxes? Pledging his allegiance to the Order? Saving both mine and Ginny's lives? Not ringing any bells?"

"I don't care Hermione! He is still our enemy. Nothing you say will change that. If you are with him, you are most certainly not with us"

"Harry, how can you say that?" Hermione was taken aback at the words that had poured from the lips of one Harry James Potter "I have always been there for you!"

"I am sorry Hermione, but if you are with him, you cannot be our friend."

Hermione turned to the youngest friend, Ginny.

"What about you Ginny?" Tears were streaming from her eyes. "Are you against me?"

Hermione looked Ginny up and down. They had been friends for years; surely there was hope in the form of the youngest Weasley. Her eyes stopped at the redheads hand, intertwined with that of The Boy-who-lived. There was her answer.

"Never mind, your hands say it all" Hermione turned away "I will get what is left of my stuff from the Burrow. You needn't bother with me from now on."

With that, a large crack sounded.

Flash!

As the young adult appeared almost simultaneously at the Burrow, she could see Mrs Weasley sitting outside.

"Hermione? What is wrong child?" the inquisitive voice of the Mother hen called out.

"Mrs Weasley, thank you for everything that you have ever done for me. I must let you know that you will probably never see me again".

It took around 5 minutes for the girl to collect the rest of her things from the room she had shared with Ginny. It was sad really, that would be the last time she would see the room.

CRACK!

Oh no, they were back.

"Hermione!" Ah, it was Ginny. Walking down the stairs, she was face to face with the Young redhead. "Hermione, Don't leave me! I don't care what they said! I love you to bits, don't leave me" The girl was in hysterics.

"Ginny, you can't be with Harry and be friends with me at the same time. It's not going to be possible."

"Please Hermione!" the girl pleaded. "It will blow over soon! They will come around! Stay!"

CRACK!

The boys had arrived. Hermione looked over at the boys.

"I have always been there for them Ginny." She said, still looking at the boys. "What is the point in staying when the one time I am doing something for myself" She dragged her eyes back to the girl in front of her. "They let me down?"

CRACK!

Hermione was gone.

FLASH!

Hermione had never forgiven the boys for what they had done. How could she? The one thing Hermione had always given those two was Loyalty, and it was thrown back in her face.

She had, of course, seen them since then. The papers usually covered a story of some sort involving them. It also didn't help that Harry and Ginny had a son, James that was the same age as Beth, and Twins, Sirius and Lily that were the same age as Johnny. They would see each other at the platform. There was also the "Meet the teachers" conference twice a year. This was aimed to make sure that parents were more involved with the child's learning. Be it Muggle or Pureblood, the only way to get out of it was to be on your death bed.

All five of the kids were in Gryffindor- something that Hermione gloated about at every given chance- so that meant their main conferences were at the same time at the same place. It took all of her strength to not go over and beg for forgiveness. She could not do it.

As she was looking around the platform, she saw the people in question. One thing that had changed was how early they arrived. Their younger selves found them being very close for time. As she looked at them, she saw Ginny look over at Hermione, then look away. It still hurt the younger woman to look at her old best friend. Hermione knew this feeling very well, having felt it herself.

She was not going to apologise to them. They had broken her heart. They gave her an ultimatum, something that should have warned them that she was leaving. She had always stated that any one giving her an ultimatum was going to end up losing to the other side, because they were making her choose.

As the time came for her babies to leave her, she waved them off with tears in her eyes. That was the last she would see them until December. At least she still had Annabelle to coddle over.

Giving the Platform one last glance, she had noticed the Potters were gone. She and the remainder of her family were leaving the Platform when Annie decided it would be Funny to do her little dance. The one she had been doing since she was three, as they waved her older sister off the Hogwarts for the first time. Her parents laughed with their youngest child, hoping she would never change.

It had been a long time since her time at Hogwarts. It was always an eventful time, all the adventures she got up to. One thing always relied on was Hogwarts: a History. This book told her of the anti-apparition wards. This book also told her of the inability to use electronic devices in large magically populated places such as Hogwarts.

However, since her days at the large castle she had always called her second home, things had changed. The School Board had recognised the Anti-apparition wards were no longer useful. Instead the wards had been manipulated so that those of age could apparate in or out in case of emergencies. The magical world had also developed spells that could protect muggle devices. A large movement had taken place which meant that muggle-borns could feel more at home in the new world in which they would belong. As a result of this, new classes had been added to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with this, Muggle Studies now had a new curriculum along with a Muggle-born professor that meant The Wizarding World would have a better understating of how the Muggle World Functioned.

Of course it didn't have to be said that One Hermione Granger was in the middle of all of these changes. She had campaigned for years to change these things. It was all in the hope that there would never be a Wizarding War again. She had been at the forefront of the last war. She was right Next to Harry Potter as the last Dark Lord fell. She was there as all of the fallen had been avenged. She had been there as Harry Potter, the boy who had survived the Killing curse once, survived it again. The only person to survive it at all, and he and succeeded in it another time.

Hermione Granger was a big political name in the Wizarding World for this reason. She had single-handedly changed one world, to save another.

Author's Note 2

Hey there. So what did you think? If you want to leave a comment, criticism or flame, do so below.

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