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Hermione's Pov
With the war approaching Voldemort has been on a killing spree. The Light Side's numbers have dwindled and we have less and less supporters. Today, I turn seventeen which is the age in which I gain magical freedom. This day was long forgotten as there are more important things to do than celebrate a shallow thing such as a birthday. I rise from my perch on the couch in the living room of number twelve Grimmauld Place and head upstairs to my room. There was no one else there but myself as Harry was attending a private meeting with Dumbledore and the rest of the Order was out patrolling. Tap, tap, tap. A quiet noise interrupts my train of thought. I peer over at the window to see a spotted eagle owl pecking on the glass. I slowly walk towards the window and cautiously open it. The majestic owl enters the room with an aura of superiority. Now on closer inspection I identify the bird as a Verreaux's Eagle Owl, my favorite type. The bird glides towards me offering a letter. I open it and begin to read.
Hello Kitten,
Do you like your gift? Her name is Dianna. Do you know the meaning? It suits you. Happy Birthday Hermione. I hope to see you soon, and when that time comes you can finally sit in your rightful place next to me.
With all my love,
TMR
When I had finished reading I could not believe someone would be so thoughtful and considerate. I looked over the letter again and smiled. Maybe tomorrow I would write back, but for now I will get some sleep.
Hundreds of miles away a man cloaked in darkness smirked as he watched Hermione sleep through a piece of enchanted glass. Soon you will be mine little one, soon you will be mine.
So who do you think this mystery man is?