GUESS WHAT? I'M BACK, WITH A REDONE FANFIC!

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Chapter 1:

Hermione's POV

I fiddled nervously with my Head's badge. Today was the day. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, I was finally going back to Hogwarts. Beautiful Hogwarts, that had been war-torn and broken for so long. I was finally going home.

A feeling of jittery excitement settles my stomach, as I run through the wall separating the muggle world from Platform nine and three-quarters, just five minutes before the Hogwarts express is due to leave.

The red brick walls, and the grey floors and the gleaming red and black train are so familiar. I remember my first day here, thinking the experience was so unreal. Now, I can't imagine anything else.

"Hermione!" Across the platform, Ginny and Ron waved at me, their wild red hair blowing a little with the breeze. With a smile, I loaded my bags onto the train and ran to greet them. As soon as we were within arms reach, they threw themselves at me.

We hugged for about thirty seconds, laughing and smiling, still wondering how all of us were here, alive, before I noticed someone was missing.

"Ron, where's Harry?" He made a face.

"He's here somewhere, probably trying to hide from those bloody reporters from Witch Weekly." I nodded.

Harry has had… a lot of stuff going on since the War. He came out as bisexual in July, and has since been swarmed by reporters whenever he left the house. Thankfully, the wizarding world was a tad more accepting than the muggles, so that aspect hasn't been too difficult, but the constant questions must be getting on his nerves. He and Ginny broke up at around the same time, and you can imagine the field day that The Daily Prophet had with that. They both came out of it alright, however: Ginny deciding to focus on getting into the Holyhead Harpies, and Harry deciding to focus on his studies.

Finally, the wizard of the hour dived out from behind a mob of third years.

"Speak of the Devil," Ginny smirked. Harry smiled back, before giving each of us a hug.

"It's so good to see you all," He said, his voice light, despite the creases of worry in his brows. He had dark circles under his eyes, his skin paler since I'd last seen him, and his hair messier than ever.

"Harry… You don't look so good. Are you alright?" I asked. While he had looked worse during the war, his appearance now was worrying me. He shrugged, lightly punching me in the shoulder.

"Never better. Anyway, you wrote that you were Head Girl this year," He said, tactfully changing the subject. I gave him a look that said "We'll talk about this later," before accepting his unwillingness to talk and moving on.

"Yes, it's fantastic! Have either of you gotten anything?"

"Ginny's Captain of the Quidditch Team this year," Ron boasted as Ginny elbowed him in the ribs.

"Yes, and Ron got Prefect, though I have no idea why." We laughed a little.

"Are you still on the team, Harry?" I asked. He laughed, stuffing his hands in his robe pockets.

"How could I not be? I;m still Seeker, as far as I know." He looked at Ginny with a questioning glance. She nodded.

"Fantastic. Have any of you heard who the Head Boy is?" The curiosity was gnawing at me. McGonagall hadn't told me who it was in her letter, and everyone I'd owled so far didn't have a clue. There were a lot of possibilities, of course, but I was having trouble narrowing them down.

"No," Ron and Ginny answered in unison.

"Actually, I heard it was-"

"Me." Malfoy strolled up to the group. Ron instantly pulled out his wand, before thinking again and putting it away. Ginny's eyebrows rose by two centimeters, and Harry was suddenly sporting the faintest trace of an amused smile.

"Morning, Potter, Granger, Weasley, and" Malfoy looked at Ron with a twinge of disgust. "Weasley. I hope your mornings haven't been too taxing as I'm here to ruin them." He smirked.

Much had happened to Malfoy since the War, as well. He had switched sides before the Battle of Hogwarts, acting much like a double agent for the new D.A. that Ginny and Neville had formed during their sixth and seventh years, respectively. He had testified against his own father in court, and had been a great help in defeating Voldemort, or You-Know-Who. He was still hated for many things: because he was a death eater, or the son of a death eater, or he was still an ally to Voldemort, or whatever, but the main hatred that Ron and Ginny bore for him was for his cocky and arrogant personality. However, while I definitely didn't forget what he had done to me in the past, I understood that it was time to move past that, and to focus on unifying Hogwarts and the Wizarding World under one joint roof, to prevent the likes of the First and Second Wizarding Wars from happening again. And besides, he was intelligent, and wasn't a terribly awful person to talk to if you could handle his, sometimes problematic, persona, and the surprising amount of honesty that he had absorbed after the War. His sense of humour was a bit on the sharp side as well.

"Our mornings have been fine, unless I am missing something." Ginny answered. Harry nodded empathically beside her, not looking away from Malfoy for a second. I narrowed my eyes at him. It wasn't like him not to argue or even talk to Malfoy. Despite having been on the same team, the two were very different and while they had been working together had always been arguing or fighting over something. Harry's eyes still looked like he was ready to fight, but yet acted there was a lump in his throat preventing him from talking.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" I asked. It wasn't like him to just approach us, and I could see that something about him was bothering Harry.

"You're the Head Girl, right? We have to make sure that all the first years get on the train safely. And that all the luggage is where it's supposed to be. And then we have to report to McGonagall. And then-"

"Alright, alright I get it." I turned to face my friends. "I should be going, the train will leave any minute. You all should get on board, unless you feel like apparating to Hogsmeade." They laughed. Ron looked at Malfoy suspiciously.

"Are you sure you'll-"

"Yes, Ronald, I'll be fine. I'll see you all on the train." Smiling at them one last time, I turned and rushed after Malfoy who had left a few seconds earlier and was about ten meters away from me due to the stilts he calls 'legs'.

"Please get on the train!" He called out to the first years whose mothers and fathers were pushing them into lines at the doors to the train.

I levitated a forgotten trunk onto the luggage car, and glanced around for stray students. There was a pair snogging in the corner of the station, probably sixth years, as I didn't recognize them.

"Oi! You two over there! The train is about to leave, you can continue snogging if you find an empty compartment!" The couple, two girls, a dark-haired Slytherin and a blonde Hufflepuff, ran past me blushing into the train. Malfoy muffled a laugh, before making a final sweep of the train and boarding it himself.

"You coming?" He drawled from inside the train. I scoffed.

"I'd be damned if I didn't." I ran up the steps, looking at the platform once more at all the parents, sadness clouding my brain for a second as I noticed how many of them were missing. To e expected, but not lessening the sorrow, that many people were no doubt experiencing. I waved at the Weasleys, and as the train started moving, I found the urge to smile.

I was going home.

And here we are.

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