Regrettably I don't own Harry Potter or any the characters involved, as much as I wish I did.

This is my first ever Fanfiction, which means I'm literally writing the next chapter then posting so please understand it might be slow at times. Please review and be honest in those reviews if it isn't any good let me know, so I can improve. Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoy

In my life I have done many different, dangerous, yet amazing things. I look back and amaze myself at my own adventures. Through all the hardships, I have prevailed. With help from loved ones. I am loyal, and not afraid to admit to whom deserves the credit.

I have lost ones, who shouldn't have died so early in their lifetimes. But, they shall always be remembered. Through, the generations, their names and stories should… will be passed down. As, I hope mine will to.

I… am Hermione Malfoy. Last member of the Golden Trio. Gryffindor. Wife, to Draco Malfoy. Mother of two children. Minister of Magic. Teller… of this story.

Today. As the anniversary of the end of the war. Anniversary of many loved ones death. Anniversary of my dearest friends Harry Potter and Ronald Weasleys' tragic end. Anniversary of the day that changed millions upon billions of people lives, wizard and muggles alike. I... am the teller of this story.

Today. I am going to tell you of the time that I got together with my husband Draco. Many people over the years have begged and pleaded me to tell this story. Of how, I could move on, and why, marry Draco.

Many believe that as we fought on opposite sides of the war. Draco being an ex-deatheater. May I emphasise on the 'EX-'. How on earth could I marry him?

I hope that by the end of this story, you will all understand and realise the answer to this question.

In the next hour or so, you will be allowed a small glimpse into the far depths of my mind.

Please… enjoy, and keep any questions until the end.

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Please, I ask you too stretch your imaginations and minds back to the end of the war. I know that most would want to forget, but to fully comprehend and understand… this is a must.

Time was spent… celebrating… or mourning. The last remaining Deatheaters were being rounded up, and Voldemort was dead. Many of the wizarding community were coming out of hiding, and returning to empty homes.

I was in hospital. St Mungos.