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Prologue

HOME?

As she looked up at the breath-taking sight before her she could not explain the feeling of which it invoked. This place had once been somewhere she had come to call a home away from home; her safe haven. Now that image had been shattered, now those walls held nothing but memories and promises of what could have…what should have been.

As she headed across the grounds she realised that nothing here had changed, but everything was different. For now she was looking at it through different eyes; no longer the eyes of a naïve young girl who believed that the whole world was laid out before her ; no these eyes had seen too much, shed too many tears.

She allowed herself ten seconds to stand there and allow the feelings of being back to flow through her like a mystical rain, cascading through her soul. Only ten. Then she ran. She knew she had to be fast if she was to succeed at what had to be done. She knew where she was going and how to get there ; that had been made clear in the anonymous letter she had received by Floo not five minutes ago; but what had her terrified so much that she could hardly breathe was the reaction she would receive when she arrived. A reaction she would discover sooner than she thought as when she looked up the large wooden doors to her destination were staring back at her, her feet had carried her there faster than she thought possible, as if Hogwarts had sensed her desperation and the castle itself pushed her their so the truth could be told.

Subtly she pressed herself closer to the doors of the hospital wing and listened to the frantic voices of those within:

"The point is Professor we know the truth," the voice of a young woman, obviously wise beyond her years floated out from inside. " Please believe us."

"I do Miss Granger," there was a voice she knew all to well and one that bought the reality of her situation crashing down on her like a tumultuous wave. "But the word of three thirteen year old wizards will convince few others, a child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgot to listen."

This was her cue and with one last deep breath she pushed her way through the hospital wing doors catching the attention of the quartet within: "Good job I am not a child any more then isn't it Albus?" her voice was calm where as the rest of her was shaking. "their testimony may count for nothing, but I am sure our dear minister would be interested to see mine, don't you agree?"

A look of confusion passed over the faces of the trio of younger members of the party, whereas a mischievous amused, almost proud, smile inched it's way onto the Headmaster's face. It was in that moment she knew; coming here had been a mistake, a mistake which, in the long run, she knew that she would not regret, for as long as she lived.