I was at Gringott's, standing in line to wait to get into my vault. There were at least 30 people in front of me, and I had no idea why it was so busy. Then it hit me. The Hogwarts Express leaves tomorrow morning. Last minute shopping must be made.

Being 30 and still spouse and kid less, Hogwarts had slipped my mind. I had lost touch with Ron and Harry years ago, when Mrs. Weasley took me out of her will.

I was foolish to do such a thing to him.

12 years ago I graduated from Hogwarts in my 7th year. I had gone back to finish my studies, so that I could fulfill my lifelong (or sense I was 11) dream- to become headmistress of Hogwarts. My dream never came true. Malfoy became headmaster, all because Snape had requested him to be. The little prat.

Meanwhile, I was stuck on the streets for two years- not enough money for a house, begging for coins just to be able to buy a loaf of bread and a bottle of water by the end of the week.

"Goodness, Hermione, are you a witch or not?" you may be thinking. Well, actually, I'm not technically one anymore. The Ministry snapped my wand in half that day I had betrayed him. Oh, how could I have been so stupid? To do such a thing...of course, they never found out the truth until much, much later. I'm honestly the luckiest woman in the world to not be shut in Azkaban right now!

I'm really surprised they even let me stay in the wizarding world. Gosh and golly, I cannot believe my anger could get the best of me like that! I suppose you are wondering what exactly happened, aren't you? I don't blame you. It all started back in my 4th year...

My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I am a muggleborn and proud of it. I found my first love when I was 14 years old.

It was at the Yule Ball. It had been a wonderful dance- I went with Victor Krum, the famous Quidditch player, and he was absolutely terrific! He danced beautifully and brought me drinks when I got real tired. He held me tight and kissed my lips at the end. But it was all ruined by my bad-tempered, jealous best friend.

I sat down at a table while Victor went to go get us some more punch. I smiled to myself thinking about the beautiful winter night. I bopped to the music without even noticing it. Then I heard the yelling. The Weird Sisters stopped playing the song they were (My Heart Is Like a Chocolate Frog) as red liquid flew everywhere. Ha-ha, no, not blood, though it wouldn't surprise me if a little bit of that was mixed in. No no no, the liquid was punch. Punch that Victor was planning to give me.

"Girlfriend stealer!" I heard from the punch table. I finally turned around, though I wished I hadn't as soon as I did. Ron had yelled those words as he wrestled Victor to the ground. People jumped out of the way as the fight made its way over to the dance floor. Muffled yelling came from the two, but it was too hard to make out. They each stopped suddenly when they reached my feet.

"Boys..." I had whispered. The first tear rolled down my cheek.

"Hermione-" Victor started, grabbing my hand. But I shook him off and he walked shamefully away. The music began again and everybody began again. This time it was a song called Magic Works. It truly is a beautiful song, and I wished I could have paid more attention to it.

I started yelling at Ron then. I chased him away with Harry up the steps. I left myself crying on those same steps, tearing my shoes off and throwing a tiny fit. That's when he came up behind me.