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: chapter i :
Hermione's POV
"10! . . ."
People excitedly chanted numbers down, wrapped in several layers. Unlike most magical couples, Ron and I decided to spend our last day of the year in Muggle London. My home town. It felt so home sweet home. And yet, nostalgia hung around like a haunting shadow. I haven't been here for such a terribly long time. Coming here brought rather. . . unpleasant memories. Ever since my parents headed to Australia, it was difficult to return back to my Muggle home. I missed them so much. However, their memories have been wiped of having me as their beloved daughter. As much as I wanted to see them, I didn't want to risk their current safety. That thought still kills me a little bit every day. They are my role models. They are the people that have taught me nearly everything fundamental to surviving in this society.
How parsimonious of myself.
I should worry about the people that care for me now.
Ron, Harry, Ginny, Luna, and so on.
"9! . . ."
In a few more seconds, the infamous switch would occur.
What switch is this bushy-haired, know-it-all, witch blabbering about now?
After the entire Dark Lord incident, magical people alike began to change.
"8! . . ."
Nobody knows why this phenomenon occurs or what started it. Coincidentally, this day began to take place when the wizarding world's population began to drop. A majority of us lost interest in love and having children. The Ministry also added regulations so that pure bloods have to have children with a half blood or Muggle born. .If they disobeyed, severe consequences were to be faced like Azkaban, huge fines, loss of property.
Needless to say, it was difficult for us to get past our previous feuds and go to the degree of marrying each other, then producing children.
Humans have always had trouble to turn other cheek and overlook previous mistakes.
"7! . . ."
The industries are partly to blame because they campaigned that work and magic was more valuable. At the time, the unemployment rate was decreasing at an alarming rate. People were afraid that the Great Depression would come again. Perhaps even another grande war with Voldemort Junior. These priorities society transformed wizards to thinking robotically in a sense. Ron and I were the small percentage since he was pure blood and I, Muggle born. Of course, the Harry Potter was given the exception with Ginny. He did save the world after all. The Boy Who Lived.
"6! . . ."
I'm not sure if I want this year to end. Honestly, it has been such a lovely year. Ron and I are happily together. We are deeply in love. At first, I did have my doubts. I mean, Ron Weasley? What's so special about him anyway? Wasn't this the same kid that bullied you to the point of tears in first year, Hermione? We fought a lot in general. Our ideals clashed with each others. Just the idea of us dating seemed to be inscrutable. Somehow it worked. I suppose magic has its ways.
"5! . . ."
In five seconds, every magical being would switch into their soul mate's body for exactly 24 hours. Normally, people would stress out about figuring out who it is and where they are, etc. However, I am more than certain I know who 'fate' is pairing me with. Ron Weasley. The love of my life. Who else could it possibly be? The only other love interest I have encountered was Viktor. It always annoyed me how he could not get my name right.
"4! . . ."
So why do I have this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach? What is this premonition I am feeling?
"3! . . ."
I am Hermione Granger. I am 99.98% correct most of the time. What if this is part of the 0.02%?
."2! . . ."
Right? If there is anything I have learned, it is to consider all the possibilities.
"1! . . ."
Oh Merlin, I am not ready for this. Make it stop. Please.
"Happy New Year!"
Fireworks exploded in the sky, decorating it with every imaginable colour.
Ron gently squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. Nervously, I attempted to smile back. It probably came out as a grimace. The world in front of me began to blur and I knew it was only beginning. I pray that my knowledge is on target like normal.
"Mione, whatever happens, I want you to know that my feelings for you are still the same. Always," Ron declared and brought me into a bone-crushing hug.
"Oh, Ron. I truly hope so. . ." My voice revealed my uncertainty, eyes glued on the powdered white ground.
Then, everything transformed into an alabaster blank.
A/N: Yes, I know. It seems very, utterly so, Romione. But, fear not! It'll end quite soon. c:
So, how'd my first HP fanfic go? Trash or good? Please tell me in the comments~ Thanks a bunch guys!
