A/N: I'm going to start off by saying, its been a long time since I've written anything. So I don't know how well this is going to turn out… but I'm gonna try. So I guess here we go.

A woman with brown hair walks into a café in Seattle. Her brown eyes sweep the shop, quickly observing the other people in the room.

One of the baristas calls out a name… "EVAN!"

A man with jet black hair rose from his seat where he was waiting and walks towards the counter to retrieve his drink.

The brown haired woman's gaze follows the man currently walking to pick up his coffee. She walks forward with a purpose in the stride. She pulls out a mobile phone and looks down at something on it when she suddenly crashes into a sturdy figure.

"Shit!" A mans voice exclaims as his coffee is now on him, the floor and the woman that just crashed into him as he was turning away from the counter with his drink.

"Oh my goodness I am so sorry!" The woman's British accent is prominent as ever.

The mans emerald green eyes meet the woman's chocolate brown eyes.

"It's okay, did it get on you? Are you burned anywhere?" The mans eyes shine with concern.

The woman's white shirt has a small coffee stain on it now.

"A bit yeah… but I'm not burned—"

"Really? Are you sure because if so—"

"Really I'm fine. It was my fault to begin with, not looking where I was going. I'm just in a such a rush. I'm running late for work and wasn't paying attention. Let me at least buy you a new coffee. Please, I insist."

The man could see the genuine look of remorse in the woman's eyes. Eyes that if he was being honest, drew him into their depths. He could tell she wasn't going to waver.

"If you insist, but you really don't have too," he tries to assure her. She smiles slightly at his politeness.

"Yes I do, let's get back in line, I need to order my own anyway."

The pair step into the queue. There's only a couple people in front of them.

"If you're paying for my coffee, I think it only fair that I know your name," the man smiles softly looking down at the woman. He had about 3 or 4 inches on her.

"Hermione," she brushes her hair behind her right ear and looks up at him, "and yours?"

"Evan. It's nice to meet you Hermione. Even if it wasn't exactly the most… pleasant introduction."

"It's nice to meet you too. And I wouldn't say running into you was entirely unpleasant," they both laugh lightly as they move up in line.

Hermione gives her order first, and then Evan repeats his original order. As he speaks, Hermione stares at him in slight wonder. It had been years since she'd seen him. He really had grown up. He was a full grown man now. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She hadn't realized how much seeing him again would hurt. Having to introduce herself to him under false pretenses… having him stare at her as a stranger. It was heartbreaking. She knew it was necessary, but part of her wondered if she could do this.

"Come, let's move out of line," his voice shook her from her thoughts.

She had to do this, no matter how hard it was going to be.

This was the only way. While she wished it hadn't come to this, seeing her best friend again, the man she admittedly once liked as more than a friend, was what she had always wanted. Even if the current circumstances weren't.

She just hoped that one day, when he found out the truth, he would forgive her.

8 Years Earlier

"Harry Potter, you are found guilty of underage magic… your wand is to be snapped, your magic bound… your memories altered… you are cast out of magical Britain from this moment forward." The gavel banged.

Dumbledores eyes widened. This was not how this was meant to go.

Harry sat still, in complete shock. This couldn't be happening. What was going to happen to him? He looked at Dumbledore for some sort of guidance, only to find none. The bearded man was staring at Fudge with wide eyes, in dismay.

Suddenly, aurors grabbed him by the arms and pulled him up. A cloaked figure came at him from the front, wand in hand.

"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I WAS DEFENDING MYSELF FROM DEMENTORS! DUMBLEDORE! DO SOMETHING!" Harry struggled against the aurors hold as the figure closed in. They held tight.

"You can not do this. Harry has done nothing wrong, he is just a BOY!" Dumbledore tried to reason.

"He nearly exposed us Albus. Laws are laws. They are in place for a reason. To protect us. We can not choice who must follow them and who gets a free pass. This is what must be done. As there were no dementors there that night. It is simply impossible," Fudge looked to the cloaked wizard. "Do it. Now."

The man held his wand up to Harry's head even as he struggled. The wand tip glowed, and there was a bright flash.

Harry slumped unconscious in the arms of the aurors, as they were the only thing stopping him from hitting the floor.

Dumbledore watched helplessly, as the fate of Magical Britain may have just been sealed. This may very well be the start to their demise. And he was helpless to stop it. For the first time in a long time, Albus didn't know what to do. He was at a lost. Not only at a lost, but deeply sad inside. He had failed Harry.

There was loud bang and a whirl of magic blasted off of the Boy Who Lived flinging the aurors and Unspeakable several feet away.

"What was that?!" Fudge shouted from his chair that he was now standing in front of.

"I believe that was his magic being bound," the unspeakable answered uncertainly as he got to his feet.

"Are you sure?"

"With a power like his… it is unsurprising that there was a bit of backlash. But yes… it is bound."

Dumbledore watched the scene quietly. The boy was powerful. More powerful than he had ever had the chance to realize. A power they needed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. The events that took place today would change the magical world forever. He needed to return to his office and think. He sighed realizing he would first have to tell Sirius and the others the events of today.

He only hoped that he could keep them from doing anything drastic. That was the last thing any of them needed right now. But at the end of the day… they all just lost someone very important to them, without even a true goodbye. He had just lost the boy he looked at as a grandson.

Today was a sad day in the history of the magical world. A sad day indeed, with many more undoubtably coming.

A/N: To be honest, I don't know if I'm going to continue this past this chapter. I guess it really depends on how I feel about writing and if I can produce quality writing and plot.

Let me know what you thought, of the plot and my writing and if you want to see more.

Thanks for reading -DS