Let me give you a little back ground. This story is completely disregarding Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. (I started writing it before the book came out.) This story is in Hermione's P.O.V. (or better known as point of view). That's all I'm going to say for now! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its affiliates. I do own some characters, and plot lines.
Chapter 1-Graduating
The three of us sat there, waiting to be called up. The list was being called alphabetically, just like when we were sorted, but we were allowed to sit with whoever we pleased. The ceremony was being held right where Dumbledore's funeral was. The front platform had all the teachers and Headmistress McGonagall, as well as Minister Scrimgeour and his new assistants. Why someone needed three, no four assistants just astounded me.
"Hermione Jane Granger," McGonagall called. I stood up, smiled, and made my way up to shake everyone's hand, and to receive my certificate of advancement. Before I sat down next to my two best friends, I looked out into the crows, looking for my parents. Once I found them, I smiled brightly and headed back to my seat.
Before I knew it, the three of us were back at the Burrow with Ron's family, my parents, and members of the Order of the Phoenix celebrating the momentous occasion.
Soon enough, the three of us were going to do with our lives. Everyone knew the answers. Ron and Harry were going to go to Triton Academy for upcoming Aurors, because Merlin forbid they do something without the other for once. And I was moving to Dublin for college at Merlin's Secondary Wizarding School for Witches and Wizards. Wizards and Witches from all over the globe go to Merlin's, and I was one of the few that got accepted. My plan was to double major, and have a minor just in case. I wanted to be a teacher, a healer, and if those didn't work out, an author. I know, I'm a bit of an over-achiever, but I did get the highest grades in my year at Hogwarts. Triton was located in London, near the Ministry of Magic, so I wouldn't be as close to Harry and Ron as I would have like, but Merlin's is the best wizard college known to, well, wizards. I couldn't pass that up.
The good thing was we had all summer before the three of us went our semi-separate ways. I would only move to Dublin because it was required if you wanted to attend Merlin's. Otherwise I would have stayed at home and apparated there and back each day.
Throughout the course of our seventh year, Ron, Harry and I searched for the Horcruxes, and destroyed each one. Then, finally, Harry defeated Lord Voldemort in a long and painful battle for all of us. Even a few weeks after graduation, we all still had scars all over our bodies from that final battle.
The summer went by faster than the three of us would have hoped for. Now, we would truly depend on letters and visits anytime we could spare the time. I'm not sure how Ron and Harry are going to survive without me to do their work for them, but I'm sure some mental prat will be willing to do it for them. Wait...
I left for college the day before they did. So, the day before I left they threw me a surprise going away party. It wasn't a very big party, but I didn't need one. I got to say my goodbye's to my closest friends and my best friends.
10 galleons says Ginny thought of the party idea.
The morning after the party, Ron and Harry came over for some breakfast and to say our goodbyes once more. I wasn't sure when I'd see them again, so of course I cried! They both have to come to mean so much to me that it was hard to let myself let them see me off. But I did, eventually.
"Don't forget to owl me, ok Ron?" I asked him, holding his arms.
"I can't promise, Hermione. You know me," he replied.
"Yeah, I know. That's why you still have Harry," I said back to him as I hugged him one last time.
"Hermione," Harry said. "You'll do great. And don't worry about getting letters. We'll write you!" We hugged for a little while longer and then decided if I didn't get on the train then, I would never get on the train. So I turned away from Harry and Ron, picked up my things and got on the train.