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Dear Hermion Granger

This letter probably seems out of the blue, but I don't know when or if i'll ever see you again.
I'm truly sorry for how I treated you in sixth year and i'm incredibly thankful for you saving my
life against Greyback; in Hogwarts. All I can say is the war has changed my perspective and
I hope we can be friends.

Yours Faithfully
Lavender Brown

Lavender read and re-read her letter; it was the seventh she has written. Her meaning seemed to fall hap-hazardly across the page and she couldnt help but wrip up her first few dreadful attempts. It was harder then she thought it would be, saying thankyou. A subtle *pop* tore Lavender away from her musings as she turned to greet her house elf Dun.

"Miss Brown, your mother wishes to see you in her study" the uncommonly small house elf bowed and waited for a reply. Lavender had found Dun sick and lonely one day when she was a child, she had brought him back to the house and helped her mother nurse him back to health; he had been with them ever since.

"Thankyou Dun, please tell mum i'll be right with her" she smiled kindly and turned back to her desk. 'To hell with it' Lavender thought letting out an exasperated sigh. She grabbed an envelope, sealed it and sent Calliope, her barn owl, on her way. Lavender stood at her floor length bedroom window and watched as the regal owl flew over hills and trees, until she was a small speck in the distance. She only hoped her sentiments would be well recieved, Lavender didn't want any bad blood between Hermione and herself; she had saved her life after all.

Lavender didn't dawdle long as her mother was still waiting for her in the study. If there was one person you didn't want to keep waiting it was Abagail Brown. Not because Mrs Brown was cruel of short-tempered, simply because she didnt have the best memory. In fact, she was famous for it; at least among their circle of friends. On countless occasions Abigail had forgotten to pass along important messages and Lavender had grown accustomed to being given information two weeks after its usefullness.

She raced down the long first floor corridor lined with magical portraits of previous 'Brown's' and floored in rich cream carpet that felt warm to the touch. Apon reaching the sloping staircase, Lavender jumped up onto the polished marble bannister and almost flew down the stairs. She landed with a soft *thud* at the bottom of the staircase, directly outside her mother's study.

"Come in Darling!" Abigail Brown called out, probably having heard Lavenders landing thud or as her daughter suspected, a sixth sense that she had failed to mention. Lavender pushed open the sand coloured wood door and entered her mother's bright and airy study. "Lavender darling, how many times have I told you not to slide down the bannister? Your eighteen now, please try and act like it" Abigail returned to her work, scribbiling away with a report due for the ministry.

"Mum?" Lavender prompted.

"Yes dear? Is there something you wanted. Only I'm very busy-" her daughter cut in.

"-Mum you called me down"

"Oh! Did I? Oh yes! There's a letter for you. It has the Hogwarts seal" Lavender listened amusedly to her mothers excited statment. Mrs Brown reached into her desk draw and pulled out a thin Hogwarts letter; handing it to her daughter. Lavender immediantly wripped into it excitedly wondering what they could be writing to her about.

Dear Miss Lavender Brown

We are pleased to inform you that Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry is inviting you back to repeat your seventh year. It is vitally important for you to attend if you wish to achieve you NEWT level, we will need your response by the 1st of August. We hope to see you in September and if not, good luck for you future. It was a pleasure teaching you.

Yours sincerely
Head Mistress Mcgonagall

They were inviting her back? She was going to be allowed to finish her NEWT's? Was this a dream? Lavender pinched herself. Nope. Definatly not a dream.

"Darling? What is it?" Mrs Brown's vivacious voice broke through the deafening silence.

"Hogwarts has invited me back, it says I can repeat my seventh year. I'll be able to get my potions NEWT! Mum i'll be able to open my own botanical shop! Can you believe it mum!" Lavender began jumping up and down, her voice getting louder and louder with each passing second. She kept singing on and on about how she could have her dream job and open a little shop to sell her health and beauty potions! For ten whole minutes Lavender rambled on, Abigail soon having gotten bored and had returned to her work (tuning Lavender out). Unfortunatly Lavender's dad did not have the same skill.

"Whar on earth is all this racket about? Can't you tell some of us have to work Lavender?" Mr Charles Brown's deep voice rumbled loudly, as he pierced his only daughter with an questioning glare.

"But Daddy!-"

-"Don't 'but daddy' me. You know your being too loud and there better be a good explanation" Chalres sighed deeply rubbing his temples; Lavender simply handed him the letter for him to read.

"Well love you better reply straight away." he said, handing Lavender back the letter and marching off back to his study. Charles Brown wasn't a cold man, he was extremely loving and doted on his wife and daughter. Mr Brown was one of those men who found sharing his feelings difficult, he was brought up in a very strict environment. Lavender often thought that that was why he had married a women like her mother, because she had traits (forgetful, easy going, kind and completely understanding) that Charles had always lived without. Lavender shared her father's outlook on hardwork and striving for a goal but she was glad to have her mothers loving nature; even if it had gotten her into trouble sometimes. She looked like her mother aswell, the same dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes, the same round face and small statesque. Although she did have her father's curly hair and pure snowdrop skin-that refused to tan.

"You heard your father-" Lavender snapped out of her trance"-Get to it Lavender. Reply and then you can stare of into space for as long as you like" Abagail said, not once looking up from her ministry report.


The hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley had increased tremendously over the past month. Voldermort was dead. There was nothing left to fear, his followers had gone into hiding, many of them having been caught. Life was good. Life was safe. Or at least as safe as it can be; not including being run over by a car...

Luna Lovegood had been constantly hounded by reporters since the final battle at Hogwarts. They wanted to have her view on the war, Harry Potter had named Luna a hero and they said the public wanted to know why. Luna supposed the heat on her would die down eventually, but knowone seemed to want to let it drop; they were still desperate for an exclusive.

"So Luna, what are you doing here today?"
"Here to do a little shopping?"
"Have you gotten your Hogwarts letter?"
"Are you going back for seventh year?"

Question after question bombarding Luna from every angle. The stress had started to effect her eating habits and she had dropped nearly half a stone in the last month; the last of her baby fat being stripped from her fragile looking form. Luna's face was gaunter-but not painfully so-she wasn't underweight, Luna had never felt being painfully thin to be beautiful. She just wanted to be happy and healthy and most of all, to enjoy life.

Luna entered Madame Malkin's robes for all occasions and a bright flash of light went off rigt infront of her cloudy grey eyes; causing her to see stars.

"You're perfect!" An excited voice sang brightly.

"Excuse me?" Luna asked, a hand raised to protect her eyes from the constant onslaught of bright flashes circling around her like a vulture. When the flashing finally stopped and her eyes were allowed to focus, she could see about ten dissapointed girls giving her angry glares and one tiny person with cropped jet black hair and a camera talking animatedly with Madam Malkin at the shop counter.

Luna not fazed by the strange little woman began browsing around the shop. She usually had to shop in the discount shops of Diagon Alley but her father had been so happy to have her back he had given her enough money to buy a new robe. Luna loved her father but sometimes she wished he wasn't so reckless with money and didn't spend it on unnecassery nick nacks.

"HELLO!" The small womans sprouted out of no where. Luna wasnt surprised, she was a daydreamer, but her senses rarely caught her unaware. To everyone else she looked like she could float of like a cloud at any moment, but in reality she noticed everything.

"Yes?" Luna said sweetly.

"You've won!" The woman began jumping up and down, thoroughly excited.

"Oh, well that nice. I'm happy I could please you. But what have I won?"

"You mean you don't know?" The woman said in all seriousness; she seemed highly erratic and emotional. "Madame Malkin highered me 'Alyssa Tolkien' to find the new face of her company and my dear you're it!"

"Face?" Luna titled her head in question.

"Your picture will be in magazines, in shop windows and in every Madame Malkin shope across the globe!" Alyssa flung her arms out wildly and span around in a circle. "Its so exciting!"

"That sounds lovely..." she felt like wrackspurts were playing havoc with her head.

"How old are you young lady?" Madame Malkin herself asked from behind Luna.

"I'm seventeen Madame" she said as the woman observed her.

"You look healthy...nice eyes...pretty face...lovely hair...what's your name sweetheart?"

"Luna Lovegood"

Her name sealed the deal. She was everything they were looking for and a hero to boot; looks like the fates were finally on Madame Malkins side. "Would you like the opportunity? Would you like to be a part of a global company?" Madame Malkin didn't let on her excitement, hopefully together they'd make millions.

Luna thought on it for a moment. "Yes thankyou, I am interested."