On the tallest mountain of Romania, in an old brick tower high above the forest canopy sat the king and the young princess.
"Father, I do not wish to go," begged the young princess, her voice as sweet as honey. "Can't I stay here with Sir Dobby? He's been my advisor for all these years and is quiet capable of teaching me everything I need to know."
Her fate had been decided ever since birth, and like all her ancestors before her she would at age 12 be required to attend Hogwarts School of Princes and Princesses.
"There will be no further argument on this matter," replied the powerful voice of the king. "You will one day be in charge of ruling this country and I will not have you making a fool of yourself."
"But father," she pleaded desperately
But one look into his hardened eyes gave her the answer to her pleas, she would have no choice but to go and do as she was told, as a good princess should.
"Honestly Hermione, I don't understand why you're so against it. The years spent at Hogwarts were some of my greatest. And the future of Romania depends on you."
She knew the last bit was coming, but it didn't please her anymore to hear it. Her country's greatest allies Bosnia and Germany had both come about because of the friendships her father had forged with the King's of those nations in his years at Hogwarts. The school served more as a networking system for royals than an institute for education and she knew that it would be up to her to become chummy with those who held power.
The weeks to her departure went by with alarming speed and before she knew it was it was time to go.
Prior to her departure the young princess had made all the necessary arrangements to ensure that life within the castle would remain as peaceful as it had been in her presence.
For the barnyard pets she had left a detailed care guide to the stablemen which listed the appropriate feeding, bathing and leisure times for each of her pets with instructions of how and where each animal liked to be patted. To her friends Becky and Matilda she had written a lengthy letter expressing her deepest regret at having to leave and an official letter of permission which allowed their continued use of her tea and play rooms. And with the help of Sir Dobby, her tutor, she wrote countless letters of thanks to everyone from the fisherman to royal administrator for all the assistance they had given her during the twelve years she had lived there.
When she finally left the castle walls, she had given a hundred farewells, and was pink cheeked, and puffy eyed by the time her carriage arrived. Her large purple suitcase in which she had packed all her most precious belongings was loaded in beside her and her favorite companion Crookshanks sat idly on her lap.
With a parting glance at the castle, she set off for the adventures that waited.