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Hermione sighed as she read the letter in her hand. She just wasn't sure what to do about it and she couldn't ask anyone for advice. On one hand, it was a great opportunity, on the other, she hated keeping things from her friends and wasn't sure she could handle not sharing information. The letter read:

Miss Granger,

You are the only one able to read this letter. Please do not attempt to show it to anyone, if you do you will be placed under a memory charm and won't remember ever receiving it. Also, do not mention its contents to anyone.

We at the Department of Mysteries have watched you throughout your Hogwarts years and beyond and believe you would be a valuable asset to the Unspeakables. We would like you to join us. We cannot tell you what you would be working on, but please note that nobody can know that you are an Unspeakable in the position that we are offering.

If you would like to accept, please prick your finger and place it in the blue box in the lower left corner of the letter and we will arrange a meeting with you. If you decline our offer, prick your finger and place it in the red box in the upper right corner of the page. The answer will be transmitted to us, the letter will be destroyed and you will have no recollection of this correspondence.

Please consider our offer, the compensation is high and you will get to work your mind like never before. Remember to keep this to yourself. We hope you hear from you quickly.

Sincerely,

Master Unspeakable Firefox

Dept. of Mysteries

She re-read the letter and decided to set it aside for the night, she was going out with friends and she didn't want to decide right this second. Firefox could wait until morning for an answer; the letter never said there was a time limit.

A few hours later Hermione grabbed her cloak and took one last look in the mirror. She was plain looking but tonight she tried to look a little better. She had on dark wash jeans, black patent leather heels, and a black cotton tank top with a few silver chains and black beads as a necklace.

When she got to the club everyone was meeting at she was surprised that she wasn't the first one there. George Weasley usually had to be dragged out of his apartment, but he was already nursing a firewhiskey at a table. Hermione got her drink quickly and headed over to him.

"Hey Hermione, how's it goin?" Hermione was shocked, George had practically been silent since his twin brother Fred died in the last battle of the war. He had given their joke shop to their other siblings to run. Ginny and Bill had done a great job running the joke shop as Bill had taught the twins a lot about pranking in the first place, and they had passed down some info to their mischievous little sister. Hermione wasn't sure what George was even up to these days.

"I'm doing pretty good, just have a lot to think about, you know, the future and all that. It's hard to know what to do sometimes. I always helped Harry solve his Voldemort problems, it seems like my whole life led up to that and now I'm not sure who I am or what I'm supposed to do. How about you?" George looked at her like he had never seen her before.

"Well I was actually sitting here feeling the exact same way. It was always me and… Fred. We worked all our lives toward the joke shop and protecting our family. It seems like I don't have a purpose without him. I never thought you'd feel that way too."

Hermione laughed "You know George, I know for a fact Harry felt that way before he joined the aurors. He spent his whole life fighting Voldemort. Now he made a choice, he's an auror, he loves your sister, and he knows what he wants his future to look like. I guess I just need to make a choice too…"

Both of them sat in silence for a few minutes thinking, then the door to the club opened and let in a sea of red. The other Weasleys had arrived as well as Harry and some of their other friends, Luna, Neville, Lee, and Katie. They greeted everyone and spent the rest of the night laughing and trying to be a part of the group. Looking around they both noticed that everyone there seemed to have some sort of purpose. Ron was a professional quidditch player, Harry an auror, Ginny and Bill ran the shop, Percy taught potions at Hogwarts, Charlie had his dragons, Luna wrote for the Quibbler, Neville taught Herbology, Lee was a Quidditch announcer, and Katie was a marketer for Puddlemere United.

Hermione said goodnight to everyone and apparated back to her flat. She looked around and realized she had no purpose, she worked at a bookstore and wasn't doing anything with her life. Time to make a decision. She picked up the letter she had been reading earlier and pricked her finger. She finally placed it in the blue box. It lit up and said:

Welcome to the Unspeakables Hermione Granger. This letter just became a portkey and will activate at 9am tomorrow morning. We'll see you then.

In his flat in Diagon Alley, George Weasley was thinking about the conversation he'd shared with Hermione earlier that night. He had kept to himself after Fred died. It was like half of George died that night as well. But that happened two years ago and maybe it was time to open himself up to life again. He'd live for his brother and make him proud.