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Warnings: There is slash, but none dealing with the main couple.

I hope you like this first chapter!

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Chapter 1: Cold Coffee

She stared down at the letter that laid on the kitchen table. She just stared at it. She couldn't believe that Hogwarts was reopening. She knew that after the war many of the remaining Professors and Order members had started to renovate the old castle, but she never imagined it would reopen. She thought that it would be turned into a sort of a memorial for the ones that were lost in the war, but she guessed she thought wrong.

This would be her seventh year at Hogwarts. She always thought, from the very beginning, that she would 'out stand' all of her O.W.L.'s and N.E.W.T.S., that she would make Head Girl and graduate at the highest level in her class, that she would go home and go to University as she had promised her parents. She never thought that she would be fighting in war, lose her parent to the Killing Curse, and then become a depressed 17 year old witch.

"Are you going to open that?" Asked a voice.

Hermione looked up and smiled at Remus Lupin, one of her Guardians, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee. Tea used to be the only thing people drank, but since the war... They needed something stronger and with Firewhiskey getting everybody bashed...

"I don't know." She said and looked back down at the letter.

"Are you afraid?" He asked as he took a seat to her left.

"A little. About what it says. About when I'm supposed to leave. Or even if I can go." She rambled.

"Hey you two." Said a groggy voice from the kitchen entry.

When Hermione and Remus looked up they both couldn't keep in their laughter. Sirius Black, Hermione's other Guardian, stood there in the door way with blue plaid pajamas on, one pant leg rolled up to the knee, barefoot, eyes barely open, most of his hair all on one side of his face, and a five o'clock shadow, which he was scratching.

"Is there any bloody coffee left?" He asked making his way over to where the pot of coffee was.

"Of, course love." Remus said, "We know not to drink it all, don't we Hermione?"

"Of, course." Hermione said trying to keep in her laughter of the sleepy man. Sirius and Remus were appointed her Guardians when her parent had been killed. She was of course not going to deny. They were both great father figures, even if they were a couple of poofters that were madly in love.

When Sirius sat down he took a long sip of his coffee and then swallowed it, making him smile as the warm liquid coursed through his innards. Looking down at the table his sleepy eyes didn't look so sleepy any more, "Is that a Hogwarts letter?" He asked.

Both, Hermione and Remus nodded and took a sip of their own cups of coffee.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Sirius asked.

Hermione shook her head. She just couldn't bring herself to open it. She was too scared of what it might say.

"Fine. I'll open it for you." Sirius said and reached out a hand grabbing the letter before Hermione could stop him. He ripped it open and unfolded the parchment and read aloud:

Dear,

Hermione Granger

Hermione winced at her last name.

I'm proud to inform you that Hogwarts will be reopening and we will be happy if you could join us for your 7th year. If you do grace us with you presence for the upcoming school term, do remember that you will need your wand, of course, robes, cauldron, books, parchment, quills, ink, and of course your precious cat, Crookshanks, Minerva wanted me to inform you on all of that.

Now for me, I know this will be hard on you. With everything that has happened, but I assure you will be cared for here. For both, Sirius and Remus have been appointed to Defense Against the Dark Art Professors, not to mention I bet your friends miss you. Have you heard of Harry and Luna's elopement? That was a surprise, but what young love does, eh?

Hermione laughed at that, Dumbledore always seemed to cheer her up.

And of course, Draco, Ginny, Ron, and Blaize will be here this year. I hope that this news is good. I do know how you all became good friends when Young Malfoy and Zabini had come onto our side.

There are also dire matters that need you to be at Hogwarts. Matters that cannot be explained at the moment, but with what is about to occur, you will need all the support you can get.

"What does he mean?" Hermione asked her eyes wide, "What else does he say?"

"Nothing," Sirius told her, "It's just signed: Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore." He turned the parchment over to see if the old headmaster had written on the other side, but at seeing not a spot of ink, he set the parchment on the kitchen table and then gave Remus a look. One that Hermione caught.

"What does he mean? What's about to occ..." Hermione was interrupted by a knocking coming from the window. Hermione got up and opened the window letting in two Owls.

The first owl was a reddish-brown that she recognized as a Ministry owl. She unattached the letter from it's leg and at seeing it addressed to her, she sat it down and went to the regular post owl. From Reading Dumbledore's letter she got a little more scared and a little stressed, from what he had written in the last passage, and reading a letter from the Ministry would only add onto her stress.

Hermione took the daily Prophet from the black post owl and then went and got some bread to feed the two creatures. Giving them both a 5 pence, made the owls take off immediately. Unrolling the Daily Prophet and seeing the heading of the front page made her jaw drop.

Marriage Law Enact!

Earlier during the week an argument has been amongst the Ministry of Magic and it's Allies. On whether or not the Marriage Law enactment is an appropriate road to take with the inadequacy of Magical birth and the deathly defects that are prevailing Pureblood infants. With Purebloods all being akin, it is causing the incest of the matter to take domination.

Which brings us to the enactment of the Marriage Law. Minister Rufus Scrimgeour has improvised the law to where all Muggle-Born Witches and Wizards are required to marry a Pureblood Witch or Wizard.

To make this Law so that there is no cradle robbing the Minister of Magic has made it crystal clear that the Muggle-Born Witch or Wizard has to be at the respectable age of 18. However, the Pureblood Witch or Wizards age can vary from 17-75.

Continue on pg. A5.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. She had another year until she had to oblige to the Marriage Law. She set the newspaper down and then picked up her letter from the Ministry, walking back over to the table and sitting down. She glanced up at Remus and Sirius seeing them reading The Quibbler together. She wanted to ask what they knew about what Dumbledore had wrote, but she saw how Sirius' arm was wrapped around Remus' shoulder. They were having one of their morning moments.

She just smiled at them and then turned her attention to the letter in her hands. 'Every letter has to be opened, eventually.' She thought to herself. And then ripped it open, slowly unfolding the parchment and then read.

Dear,

Ms. Hermione Granger

You have an appointment with the Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour tomorrow at 8:30am. Please arrive on time, for it's urgent news and needs to be dealt with immediately.

Sincerely,

Riley Cotswald

Secretary of Minister Scrimgeour

Ministry of Magic

Hermione frowned down at the letter. If she would have known that he was going to pass a Marriage Law she wouldn't have voted for him as Minister of Magic. Why did Scrimgeour want to talk to her? More, importantly what the bloody hell was so urgent that she had to wake up at 8:30 in the morning. It was summer she was supposed to sleep in everyday. And she thought that she'd be sleeping in everyday beyond summer, but then the Hogwarts letter came. So she figured once the 5th of September came she'd be waking up at about 5:00 in the morning. 'Oh, well.' She thought and shoved the letter aside and took a drink of her now cold coffee.