Prologue
3 Years After the War
She stared at the prison blue walls around her. There was a locked bathroom to her right, a security camera to her left, and a single blue cot in the middle of the room. While this was no Azkaban, it certainly felt the same to her.
Hermione Granger was a young women who was supposed to be at the height of life. After defeating one of the darkest wizards known to man, the brains of the Golden Trio had gone on to finish her 7th year of Hogwarts. She had once held dreams of becoming Minister for Magic one day, but the war had left her more wounded than she cared to admit.
That was how she found herself here, a muggle Emergency Room requiring a full mental health evaluation and admittance to the Psychiatric Unit on the second floor.
