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Chapter 1- Back Again
Hermione Weasley looked at herself in the mirror. She and Ron were getting dressed up for a very special event,their school reunion at
Hogwarts! Hermione wanted to look extra nice, as she rarely ever got to dress up. She was wearing a long, purple velvet strapless dress, a necklace dripping with diamonds, matching earrings and gleaming silver bracelets on her wrists. Her soft hair was pulled up
into a bun, with a few curls hanging loose around her face for a bit of an elegant touch. She had also placed a small white flower behind
her ear, and sprayed on a small amount of French vanilla perfume.
Ron had emerged from the bathroom, looking very handsome in formal black robes. His shaggy red hair was combed, and he looked
ready to go. Hermione smiled at him as he came into their bedroom.
"Are you all set?" She asked. Ron nodded, opening his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. He stared at his wife with such
admiration that he appeared to be speechless.
"What do you think?" Hermione asked, even though the answer was quite obvious.
"You look...amazing," Ron answered lamely. There really were no words to describe Hermione's appearance.
"Thank you," Hermione replied, "you look quite handsome yourself."
She kissed Ron, and then put on her cloak. Ron did the same, and then the two of them apparated to meet Harry and Ginny.
Soon afterwards, the four of them had arrived at the school. Harry had an arm around a shivering and pregnant Ginny Potter, who was
dressed in an simple but classy red satin gown, her stomach bulging underneath it. She was in her last month of pregnancy and was
expecting a third child.
"I can't believe I forgot my cloak," she said with a groan.
"We're almost there," Harry replied.
"I'm so excited!" Hermione said. "I wonder who will be there!"
"Let's hope Malfoy forgot to come," Ron muttered as they entered the castle.
As soon as Hermione stepped inside, she felt completely overwhelmed by the strong sense of all the memories of her earlier years that
were still fresh inside of her mind.
"Oh my god," she whispered, "I remember everything..."
Ron squeezed her hand. "This is where we first met," he said.
"No," Harry replied, "you two met on the train. Remember?"
"Oh yeah," Ron agreed. "How could I have forgotten that?"
They entered the great hall, and Hermione's heart leapt with excitement. The place was filled with familiar and unfamiliar faces, and
everyone in the room was very well dressed, just as they were.
"Harry! Ron! Hermione! Ginny!"
They turned around to see Neville Longbottom rushing over to greet them. They already knew that Neville was the Herbology professor
at the school, so Neville didn't need to tell them anything new and exciting.
"Wow, you guys look so different! Especially you, Ginny!" He said, looking at her round stomach.
"Yes," Ginny replied, smiling widely, "Lily and James are getting a new baby brother!"
"How exciting!" Neville said. "And how have you been, Harry? I'm sorry we lost touch."
"That's alright," Harry replied. "I'm fine, thanks!"
"You guys will never believe this," Neville said, "but I'm going to tell you anyway. I'm getting married!"
Ginny's mouth fell open.
"Wow," Harry said, "that's brilliant! Congratulations."
"Thanks," Neville replied with a grin.
"Who are you marrying?" Ginny asked.
"Luna Lovegood," he answered. "She's over there."
Harry and Ginny turned their heads. Luna was over by the drinks, helping herself to champagne. She was wearing a light blue dress, and
her blonde hair was up in a ponytail. She was also wearing dangly carrot earrings.
"Yeah, I know," Neville said, seeing the looks on Harry and Ginny's faces, "I couldn't make her take them off."
Ginny giggled. Harry smiled, and clapped a hand on Neville's shoulder.
"Well good for you, mate," he said, "it's good to know you've found someone. When is the wedding?"
"Actually," Neville replied, "it's in two weeks. You guys are all invited, of course. If you'd like to come."
"We'd love to!" Ginny said. "Wouldn't we, dear?" She added to Harry. He nodded.
"Of course we would," he agreed. "Sure, we'll come!"
Neville grinned. "Excellent," he said. "I'll send you all an owl with the invitations. Anyway, I've got to talk to Dean. I'll see you around!"
He went off. Harry saw Ron talking excitedly to Seamus, and Ginny chatting to Parvati and Lavender. Hermione must have gone
somewhere else around the great hall, because he couldn't see her anywhere.
Meanwhile, Hermione was talking to Angelina Johnson.
"Angelina! It's been so long!" Hermione said, hugging her tightly. Angelina hugged her back.
"I know!" She agreed. Hermione let go, and looked at Angelina's outfit. She was wearing a very stylish soft yellow satin dress.
"You look beautiful," she told her.
"Thanks," Angelina said. "So do you! What are you doing these days?"
"Well, I'm a healer at Saint Mungo's hospital," Hermione replied. Angelina looked impressed.
"Wow, that's great!" She said. "How is that going?"
"It's going fine..." Hermione replied, but suddenly she couldn't speak. Standing quite close to them was a tall, pale wizard with soft light
blonde hair falling attractively around his face. He was wearing formal black robes similar to Ron's, and he was talking to a witch who
looked horribly like Pansy Parkinson.
"Who are you looking at?" Angelina asked, but Hermione didn't answer. The man was coming towards her now, with a sly look on his
face.
"Hello, Hermione."