Hey guys ! So here is my first HP fanfic ever ! Enjoy and review!

Warning : I may or may not finish it, so feel free to take as yours any idea of mine.

Disclaimer: We all know who JK Rowling is right ?

Everything was a big fucking mess.

Not that Hermione Granger was one to swear, but sometimes there was no other way to express how fucked up a situation was. Sure she had been risking her life to protect the whole world since she was 11, yes she had been tortured by the most wicked witch of England -rest her broken soul-, she had fought in a war. For Pete's sake she was rumoured to be the brightest witch of her generation, fiery lioness of the golden trio !

However as she stood soaked to the bone in front of her parents' house, clutching the handbag she knew to be containing her whole life... well, she felt nothing more than pathetic. She knew she wouldn't knock on the door. She simply couldn't. They wouldn't know her if she handed a birth certificate or a DNA testing. Hermione had known when she had cast the spell that it was unlikely she would ever be able to revert it. Too much had been erased from their memories, and to force all that back into their brains could result into a seizure at least or... death, at worst. She's had settled for a complicated spell of her own making, which she imagined as a door left open in their minds, and upon familiar spaces or things, it could enable their subconscious to bring forth memories of her. It was a really slow process and there was no guarantee it would even work out, but it was something at least.

How the mighty had fallen !

When she had gotten engaged to Ron, she had been so over the moon, when he had asked her to travel around the world with him for his Quidditch competitions she hadn't hesitated one second and left her prestigious and highly ranked position as the Chief Potion Brewer at the Ministry of Magic. Sure she could get back in, she was Hermione Granger after all, they wouldn't dare to refuse her but she would have to work her way back up and honestly she wasn't sure she liked it anymore. -if she had ever. Sure she came across rare and wonderful ingredients and the challenge of creating new potions...She had been great at what she was doing, however she had felt quite lonely in her private laboratory.

Her brains wouldn't stop playing the scene she had walked into. Ron, her fiancé, laying naked with... Lavender Brown ! Her former roommate had become one of the most famous model of the magic world, often doing first pages for Witch Weekly and even the serious and prestigious Spell Magazine. Somehow, if she had walked in on them going at it, it would have hurt, of course, but she may have forgiven him if it was just physical. Hermione had known Ron wasn't faithful for months now, but he was the only man she had ever loved. However, when she caught them, they had been sleeping, peacefully cuddling one another, there was no alcohol in sight and somehow the intimate scene felt as if she was the one intruding.

In a minute, a quick spell, and she was all packed and leaving their apartment, the one they had shared since they were nineteen and out of school -a year later thanks to Voldemort-, they had lived three full years there and the last two it has been the home they came back to after months of traveling. In three years, she had succeeded in making a name for herself amongst the best potions masters, she had gotten two degrees in potions arts and curse breaking, she even had a formation in medical magic ! Also, even though the war wasn't over, Hermione couldn't stop practicing in good conscience, so she kept learning knew spells and read books over books to be ready. Ready for what ? Even she didn't know, but just in case she was.

Hermione Granger was strong. She had taken care of people for years without ever failing, she could get back to her feet while nursing her broken heart.

Now, she just needed to find how.

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Worse than losing Ron ? Losing his family.

If she was honest with herself, half of the reason she loved Ron was his family. Maybe even more. Molly and Arthur Weasley were parents to her, she felt at home at the Burrow, even now that it had been restored and upgraded post-war. The family -which had always been struggling to make the ends meet month after month- was now set for life as part of the major protagonists.

Around twenty people had became rich, incredibly rich after everything was over. Postbox of the death eaters were nobles whose families were as wealthy as they were guilty of collaborating with the devil. Most were sent off to Azkaban but a few got lesser punishment. All of those who went to prison had to give away their fortunes if they had no innocentes family members who could inherit, the others had to pay heavy fines.

Though the huge part of the money went to repairing the damages and setting up funds for orphans, magical creatures, students, people injured during the war and so on, a small part, around a few hundred millions -that's how rich those nobles had been- went to those who had a direct hand in bringing Tom Riddle down.

She remembered when thy had been reunited at the ministry. The whole Order of the Phoenix and a handful of students from the Army of Dumbledore.

They had all went in shock at first, then Molly had started crying. Money wouldn't bring back her dead son, neither would' it give them back their former life, but they had lost so much and were still too caught up in grief to figure out how to get the head out of the water, this has been some kind font miracle.

One by one, each Weasley -except from Percy- had been given a key to a vault at Gringotts and then it was Andromeda tonks -on behalf of Remus and Nymphadora's single son-, one' by one' each of the Order's members, and next Luna. They were all asked to leave as soon as they had their keys to join a ball which was held to celebrate the end of a seven years long nightmare. The last three standing in front of the new Minister of Magic were Harry, Neville and Hermione. She remembered when Neville looked at the minister straight in the eyes and told him he was giving everything to help get the world back on tracks. Harry had looked at him with respect shining in his eyes and followed suite, saying he already had much left by his parents. Hermione had only kept enough money to getter by for her studies and later on gave away the rest of the money.

How she would love to go to the burrow now ! Molly has called right after she has checked in a hotel the morning after -after wandering around the whole night- reassuring her and lifting up her spirit. Somehow, deep down, Hermione felt relieved Ron had done that now, of course she still felt humiliated and hurt, but they weren't mean to be, she was starting to see that now. In the afternoon, the same day she had received an enchanted picture which showed Ron transfigured into a broomstick by Georges. Mrs Weasley has even used him to clean up the mess Ginny had made while she was laughing -sending her bowl of cereals crashing down.

As grateful as she was to the red haired family, she felt she needed time away, and that's exactly what she had told Harry when he had stormed into the hotel room the exact same day, calling Ron ugly names and carrying a huge box of Hermione's favorite muggle chocolate brands. Harry, though he would never break off his friendship with Ron, was a good friend and had given the other boy a good talk which ended with a split lip for the red head.

It has been a week since the big fall out and Hermione was going crazy. She didn't know what to do.

Of course, she should have expected the solution was going to come from Hogwart. She always ended up back there anyway.