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PROLOGUE

Hermoine sighed and leaned her head against the tall armchair. Everything seemed so hopelessly pointless.

Was she having trouble with homework?

Of corse she wasn't.

Hardly anyone was interested in S.P.E.W.

While she in here struggling to think of appealing fundraiser ideas elves were out there in the real world, slaving for rich and selfish masters they might never be free of.

Neville came into the common room, his face covered in a stinky purple liquid and plopped down onto the armchair beside her.

Hermoine promptly let it disappear with a flick of her wand, without much interest or enthusiasm.

"What's wrong Hermoine?" Neville asked, "You seem a little distant,"

"Oh Neville, S.P.E.W is so important to me, I can't understand why it isn't to anybody else!" Hermoine sighed dramatically.

Neville was still exhausted from his encounter with the Slytherins who had blown a grime bomb into his round face only minutes before. But he still seemed eager to help his friend.

"Maybe you just need to let people see it in a perspective that will appeal to them," he said in an impressive tone. "Compare house-elves to other things that people think higher of like…goblins or centaurs! "Imagine if we treated centaurs and goblins this way" say that!"

Hermoine sighed again.

"That's just the thing! In the wizarding world those with power are too arrogant to use it properly! We think that wizards and witches are at the top of the food chain and all other creatures belong at the bottom to slave for us!"

Hermoine appreciated Neville's help, he was trying so hard after all. But she was just one girl. And one girl couldn't fight for something without an army.

"Gee Hermoine," Neville chuckled, "Your sounding just like a F.R.E.A.C!"

Hermoine lifted her head and passed a confused look at Neville.

"Did you just call me freak?"

"Fighting for Rights and Equality for All Creatures." He explained happy to know something she didn't.

"It's an organization for people who believe that all are equal and that we should all get our fair share of power!"

"Like communists?" Hermoine questioned eagerly.

"Um…"Neville began

"Never mind, Neville you must tell me more about F.R.E.A.C!" she said excitement building up inside her. This sounded like one promising army.

"Well, they particularly recruit wizard and witch youth. Like you and me. If you join now you could become a F.R.E.A.C influencer at the ministry! That means you canmake laws and bring them to court for the Minister to influence the magical world!" Neville went on.

"My uncle is an advertisement officer there, that's how I know so much about it, it's all he talks about. Christmas always turns out boring with him around." He paused for breath.

"Do you want to know more?"

Hermoine felt as if she had just opened a door to a whole new world of possibilities.

"Where do you think I could get involved?!" she could hardly contain her anticipation.

"Well," Neville started, enjoying her animation, "This is where it gets really good for you! I hear that F.R.E.A.C is coming around schools in Britain this year!"

Hermoine's eyes widened to the size of teacups, if this weren't Neville she'd be sure this was some horrible prank.

"They're coming h-here? To Hogwarts? Looking for young and talented witches interested in fighting for the rights and equality of all creatures?!" she gasped in a tiny voice.

"Yeah!! Well almost," Neville answered happily. "Young wizards! They're trying to even out the genders. But you should try out when they come here!!"

Hermoine had frozen and here grin began to melt like ice cream.

Neville paused. "Hey wait a minute!" he exclaimed after realising his mistake. "Only…Wizards…only…oh dear. Sorry…Hermoine…"

Hermoine was about to settle back into her foul depressed mood when she began to think. They were only looking for wizards

"Neville?" she began cautiously, "What happens once you've been accepted?"

"Well, they get your details and give you an I.D card I think…" He began.

"With a picture?" she asked.

"What?"

"Does the I.D card come with a picture?" she replied patiently.

"Um… No, I don't think so, just your name and age…why does it matter?" he said slowly.

But Hermoine had already jumped out of her seat. She had a plan that would mark out the rest of her life, and it began with a trip to Professor McGonaggal.

Hermoine Granger would be leaving Hogwarts. And in her place would come Hugh Greggory.

Meh. I hate Prologues. They end up so boring. I should have made Neville turn into a chicken or something...hey now that you mention it...

Suddenly Hermoine heard an explosion of sound behind her. She whirled around to find a plump chicken wearing what looked like Nevilles robes.

"Uh...Hermoine? Little Help please? Buk buk!" it squaked before taking a white and mushy dump on her Transfiguration homework.

"You IDIOT!!" she screamed rushing over to her destroyed parchment before chasing the fat chicken with a board with a nail in it, that just happened to pop out of nowhere.

Much better.