She was a muggle.
Nothing more.
Magic wasn't real to her.
It didn't exist.
At least, not anymore.

Not anymore.

She had gone for weeks at a time without thinking about it. It was just too much trouble to be bothered with.
Magic had messed up her life and she was much better off without it.
Her wand? She hadn't touched it for 3 years. She hadn't even looked at it. It was locked in a chest under her bed. She threw away the key. For real.

(Flashback)
"So, you three, time to choose. Are you going to return? For your last year of magical education?"
Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I'm going to, Mrs. Weasly.
I need a full 7 years to qualify for auror training."
Ron spoke up.
"Uh...me, too."
looked expectantly at Hermione.
She shook her head.
It had been 5 months since the battle of hogwarts and she hadn't used magic once. Well, one time to save Ron's life. But that was it.
"I'm not going back."
She said, simply.
Ron and Harry exchanged looks.
Hermione had been like this since the battle.

Mrs. Weasley looked disappointed at Hermione's answer, but not surprised. Everyone had noticed Hermione's drastic change in attitude the last five months.

And with that, Hermione headed up the stairs of the burrow to her room.

Hermione was depressed. The war had been hard on everyone.
She had nightmares almost every night. The Weasleys, crying over Fred's dead body. The cold, high-pitched voice sinking into her very soul. Watching Hagrid carry a supposedly dead Harry and put him on the ground at Voldemort's feet. The horror and pain she had felt at that moment.

(Flashback ends)

It was raining hard outside the window of Hermione's flat. She was sitting on her couch, sipping her coffee and reading the news paper. Just then, she heard a knock on her door. It was the doorman of the building. He handed her a small stack of letters and assorted magazines. "Your mail, Miss granger." Hermione took the mail from him. "Thanks," she said. He nodded and left as she shut the door behind him.

She flipped through the pile of letters as she sat back down on her couch. "Bills, Bills, magazines..." She muttered under her breath. Then she stopped on one envelope in particular. She read the return address in disbelief.
'Mr. Harry and Ginny Potter.'

She hasn't heard from Harry or Ron since that night when left the burrow for good. Three years ago.
Well, somehow he had gotten ahold of her address. She smiled to herself, which she rarely did.
Harry and Ginny had gotten married.

Then, thinking back, she had known they were married. Mrs. Weasley had tried to owl her an invitation to their wedding the previous year.

She ripped open the letter, glad that Harry had sent the letter 'the normal way,' rather than owling it.

Dear Hermione,
I know we haven't spoken in years, but I can't help but remember that today was the day I met you ten years ago. Even though I didn't realize it at the time, you were going to be one of my best friends. I miss that. I miss you. I wish you had come to my wedding, but I understand that you were angry with us for sending the invite via owl.

Well, Ginny just had a baby. James Sirius Potter. Everything's well here, Ron and I are still in touch. Bill and Fluer had a baby girl about two years ago, her name is Victoire.

Ron lives close to Ginny and I. He lives alone, but he got a dog a few weeks ago and seems much more cheerful lately.

Please reply! We all want to hear how you're doing. Again, we all miss you.
Love From,
Harry Potter

P.S. It took me FOREVER to get your address. I had to search through hundreds, maybe thousands of files at the ministry. I was looking for it for about three weeks. I gave it to Ron, so his letter should arrive with this one, or soon at the latest. I haven't given your address to anyone else.

Hermione was smiled softly by the time she reached the end. Even though magic was the last thing from her mind, thinking of that day she met Harry and Ron on the train warmed her heart.

It was such a strange feeling. For Hermione to see that all her friends had just...moved on with their lives. Harry and Ginny had a baby. Ron lived by himself. With a dog. She suddenly wished she could've been there for all if it. Then thoughts of the war crept up in her mind.

She looked at the next letter in her hand. Sure enough, the return address read, 'Mr. Ronald Weasley.' She ripped open the envelope and unfolded the paper.

Dear Hermione,
I hope you aren't angry that Harry gave me your address. I was so exited when I found out. I've really missed you.

To be honest, I haven't gone one day since you left the burrow without thinking about you at least once. I still care about you. I was depressed for weeks when you left. I thought I'd never see you again. And that might still be true. But just knowing that you've read this letter makes me feel loads better.

Harry probably told you, but Ginny had her baby. I'm babysitting him right now, but he's sound asleep.

Harry might have also told you about my dog. His name's Trevor. I was thinking about that day we met on the hogwarts express when I named him. (Remember how you told me I had dirt on my nose?)

I really hope you'll right back. I miss you so badly it's driving me mad.
Love,
Ron

Hermione was grinning now, which felt weird since she hadn't grinned for months.

She was almost amused that Ron had learned how to send letters through muggle post. She knew Harry would know how since he grew up with muggles.

It made her happy that her friends had remembered her. By no means was she going to whip out her wand and go back to being a witch again...but maybe meeting up with Harry and Ron wouldn't hurt.

She ran to her Room and grabbed some paper (Yes, PAPER, not parchment.) to start writing letters back to her friends.