The next morning, I woke up and went downstairs to make some toast with marmalade. It was calming to know that I had gotten used to my new life so easily, but at the same time saddening. I missed the Grangers so much and they would always be a part of me, but it feels like I am turning over a new leaf.

I ran around to grab the post from my owl Apollo, when the daily prophet caught my eye. I gasped when I saw the gory photo in front of me. I didn't expect an attack so soon, or for the threats in the letter to be real for that matter. Because on the front page was a highly disfigured Justin Finch Fletchley. I remembered him from our year. A sweet boy who did over analyze things a bit. His body was muddled in a pool of blood words like Mudblood, death, and torture were cut into his skin from the ghastly knife beside him, but what made my heart skip a beat was the huge number 1 cut write across his heart. I sat down and began to sob, I didn't care this time if I was weak. I didn't care at all. I cried for myself, my parents, my old parents, my friends, the war, everything. I didn't even feel it when Draco came and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back crying on his shoulder. I never properly mourned for my situation or for anything that happened.

"What's wrong Hermione?"

I heard Draco whisper as he brushed the tears off my face. I tried to talk but it ended up as strangled cries in my throat. I pointed to the newspaper and he looked over at the front cover.

"I am so sorry, Hermione."

He said hugging me again. I nodded, kissed him on the cheek and went to my room.

Three Days Later

It was getting low even for me. I had been locked up in my room for three days. The elves had bringing me food (much to my disapproval). It was time to face the world. I pulled on a black pencil skirt, a white blouse and curled my hair. It was time for me to go to the ministry. I walked out into the foyer where I saw Draco and Blaise sitting on the couch.

"Hello Hermione, I was wondering when you would come back to life."

Blaise said cheerily. I laughed and gave him a hug.

I smiled and just shrugged,

"I guess I never properly mourned after everything that happened. Between me finding out who I really was, the war, now Justin. It was just too much to keep bottled up inside."

Blaise nodded in understanding.

I walked over to where Draco was sitting.

"Thank you." I told him.

He only nodded.

"Really." I continued,

"Without you, I probably would have had a breakdown in the kitchen."

He only nodded again then looked up at me. Only then did I realize that he looked more stressed then usual. His face was red and his eyes had major lines under them.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

He looked at me in bewilderment.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Just.. I don't know how you see these things, I.. You'll find out soon enough."

I looked at him suspiciously then left through the floo.

I walked into the Ministry of Magic with my head held high when I saw Harry stepping in out of a fireplace. "Harry!" I shouted. My black hair flinging wildly around my face. "Mione'!" He shouted running up to me. "What brings you down here? Looking for a job? If so, Auror's Office is where I would go they would give you a job in a heartbeat. Or you could-"

"HARRY!" I yelled. "Sorry, you were rambling anywho, no I am not here for a job. I am however here to help with the sudden disappearances of muggleborns." He looked slightly worried.

"I know I can't talk you out of this you look extremely determined but just talk my advice?" I sighed but nodded for him to go on,

"Constant Vigilance."

He said smirking and I laughed remembering our days with Moody.

"I will see you around Harry."

"Likewise Hermione." He said smiling.

I walked into Kingsley's office with my head held high. I opened the door and walked in. He looked up in surprise about to say something bur I cut him off.

"Look Kingsley, I know you probably would think it is not orderly, or against Ministry law, but I am a muggleborn and I feel as if I am the reason this all happened. I can't just sit idly by watching another war begin to start. I can't hide behind some facade that everything is fine. We went through a god damn war for goodness sakes! So if I want to help with this investigation I will help! I am not going to pretend to be some first year hufflepuff who-"

"Hermione you can help."

"See this is exactly why I came I knew you would- wait what?"

"I said you can help. One, because I could not hear you rant for any longer.-" I blushed at this statement.

"And two, you are the most qualified person we have for the job. Always remember Hermione if you would like a job the Ministry is always open."

I gawked at him for what felt like three more minutes until I recoiled.

"Th-Thank you."

I stuttered as I headed towards the elevator.

"Goodbye Hermione."

I heard Kingsley's chuckling voice as I left behind the Ministry Of Magic.

A/N: Hey guys, I am not sure where I want to go with this story so if you have any ideas or if you think I should just leave it here tell me. Thanks!

-Bex-La-Chan