Disclaimer: I don't own these characters nor this literal world. All credits go to J.K Rowling.
On the first anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, we celebrated the victory of The Chosen One, Hary Potter who boldly won the Dark Lord Voldemort and reassured the wizard community, ending the seven years of fighting and dark times of persecution and death by the well-known Death Eaters. A year later, the magic community remains attentive to the exploits of war heroes, including the acclaimed Golden Trio featuring Harry, Ron, and the brilliant Hermione Granger, who provided key services during this adversarial war period. As such, we remain attentive to what the future holds for the famous magicians, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley followed a brilliant career as Aurors, fighting other crimes in the world. Unfortunately, Hermione Granger did not know the same future, nor the same success. During the war, the young wizard was the victim of a powerful and unaware black curse that took away all the magic. In the months following the war, the medical community at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries has tried everything to reverse this unfortunate condition, after several months of experiments and trials, doctors give up hope of reversing Miss Granger's diagnosis.
The whereabouts of the young sorceress are unknown, and so she is believed to have returned to her Muggle residence where her family lives. It's a pity the fate that followed this young hero, who expected a bright academic future since Hermione Granger was known at Hogwarts School for her insight and for being the best of her class, and perhaps one of the best that this world has known.
By: Rita Skeeter
Hermione Granger wanted to rip the newspaper. Of course, it would only be a matter of time before they discovered their condition, and by the irony of fate, it had to be written by the leech that was Rita Skeeter. One positive aspect was that they did not know where Hermione was, which meant she still had some dignity. Hermione re-read the news one more time and another, perhaps by a masochistic tendency or as a sadistic exercise of acceptance of her reality. Since joining Hogwarts for the first time, Hermione had fought for her magic, fought for a place within the community, struggled so that her muggle background did not imply turning into a failure of a wizard. Hermione Granger struggled for seven years of her life to gain a place in a world where she was not very well received. And now, she spent the last year struggling to regain her magic.
After all, the circumstances of her awful condition were well hidden, bullet-proof from the infallible and cruel Rita Skeeter, and that gave some comfort and even a sense of power to Hermione. Hermione was currently in London in a small apartment she rented for an indefinite time. His parents were still in Australia and safe. Although all her friends advised her to find a way to reverse the obliviate spell, Hermione did not want to face her parents no matter how much she missed them. She did not want to be seen like that. No magic. Impulsive. Angry. As Ginny said, she was deep-shit crazy. Hermione had promised to return to them when she returned to herself.
But it's been a year and she's no closer to finding the cure than she was a year ago. After exhaustive readings in various libraries, after talking to her teachers and other magical acquaintances, Hermione faced a dead end. Maybe it was time for her to go beyond her limits, maybe the solutions were not in the usual books but in dark magic books and circles. She did not like the hypothesis of approaching black magic, but if it was something the war taught her, it is that she did not win with common spells, and when life is at risk, there are certain limits that must be overcome, however much your consciousness weighs and awakens you in a frenetic state of nightmares. There are some things that are worth it, no matter the costs. In truth, it was because of this that she was here: paralyzed and without magic.
And she knew where to start.
The doorbell interrupted her thoughts and Hermione opened the door to find Ginny watching her, ready to receive her in a tight hug. Since the end of the war, Ginny and Hermione got close and Hermione was happy to have Ginny as her friend. In spite of loving the boys, Hermione realized that there are certain things that unite and make friendships between women and that make it a necessary good for their sanity. Ginny had been with Harry since the end of the war, although they had faced some obstacles in the months that followed, eventually, they got through them. Ginny had helped Hermione in recent times, especially by giving her books from Howgarts's library, since the young wizard had to finish her last year. And besides, some nights Ginny kept her company, and they ended up falling asleep to see the muggle programs that enchanted Ginny.
"Well, you look better. Loved the hair" Ginny said taking a look at her. "Love the wicked and sensual vibe there."
Call it her need to control her reality or a mechanism to handle everything Hermione decided to paint her hair dark brown. Maybe it was not the best idea, but it served the purpose.
"Thanks, Ginny." Hermione smiled leading them to the couch "So, news?"
"Neville is having girl problems with Luna. He's unbearable really."
"Poor guy, he cut that awful snake's head off. He deserves acting like a teenager boy."
"Yea, I guess so." Ginny said in a low tone.
"How's Harry? And Ron? I never heard from him anymore." Hermione asked genuinely. She missed the boys and their friendship. She missed when things were easier.
"Ron's trying to adapt to this Auror life, it's not as easy for him as it is for Harry. Even Harry has his doubts about his career and, well, he's Harry."
"I was thought that Harry would be a good teacher."
"I don't think we thought that much about your future because we were in the war, but everyone had to choose to do something with their time, I guess. For the sake of our sanity." Ginny confessed in a sober tone. "Anyways, how are you? Truly. No bullshit."
"I'm fine." Hermione said looking at everyone but Ginny. "I think I found a new way."
"What?" Ginny asked enthusiastically.
Hermione looked at Ginny like a scared child that ruined mommy's dress "You are not going to like this but… This is a black curse, so the only way to revert this thing is by dark magic."
"What the fuck, no way." Ginny got up immediately "Are you out of your mind?"
"There is the only way, it's been a year Ginny." Hermione tried to control the tone of her voice, not to express what she was really feeling. Her fists were closed to prevent her old friend from seeing that she was shaking. "Honestly, I don't care. I want one way out."
Ginny looked at her with an apprehensive expression, seemed to be indecisive between attaching Hermione right there, to prevent any kind of damage, or simply let her friend go that way. Ginny always seemed untouchable but after the war and all the deaths, her expression did not show any kind of emotions.
"I'm not going to use black magic like I'm crazy. I'm not Voldemort." Hermione said and noticed that her friend still shuddered when mentioning his name. Hermione could not care less about that maniac. "I'm going to figure out a safe way to do this, Ginny. You have to trust me."
"Hermione, I know the last year has not been easy but did you think that maybe ... should you accept this?"
Hermione laughed roughly. "You've always had magic, you've always lived surrounded by magic, you do not know what it is to lose something that you loved deeply. It's who I am, Ginny, who's Hermione Granger without magic? "
"I do not want to lose you to some black spell that can go wrong, really bad, Hermione, you know it's a dangerous terrain." Ginny almost begged. "Let me talk to Harry."
"I think Harry will not be able to save the day this time." Hermione said. "And he would do the same as me if he was me. He understands."
"Ginny I need this." Hermione practically begged. "I need to sort it all out, get my magic back, and ..." Hermione looked down at her shaking hands.
"Malfoy?" Ginny questioned, knowing the answer. "It's not a simple Obliviate, is it?"
"It was Lucius who cast the spell, it's black magic, and there's only one way to break black magic, and I still do not know if it will regain its full memory." Hermione began to feel the tears flooding her eyes. "I have a plan. Alone, Ginny."
"I will not let you do this, Hermione." Ginny said determinedly, "Alone, at least, I'll help you."
Hermione could hug her friend right now, she was grateful to have Ginny's help, but on the one hand, she wanted to do it herself. She felt it was her journey more than anyone else.
"I can not ask you that." Hermione said.
"You're not asking. I just need to sort things out at home, talk to Harry and we can start."
After Ginny left, with the promise that she would return, Hermione began to prepare a small suitcase with clothes and other objects that would be necessary for her trip, like books, many books. As she tossed lots of books into her special bag, a photo fell from one of them, Hogwarts: A History, her favorite. Hermione knew what this picture was, she remembered perfectly when she'd put it there, protected from everyone. She felt her heart beat harder, her hands trembling to the approaching moment. Hermione turned the photo around and something fell on her stomach. Fuck, she missed him so much. This was the only photo that proved that somewhere in the sixth year, Draco Malfoy fell in love with Hermione Granger and vice-versa. This was the only proof that they shared something magical, lost in time and in memory of Draco. Tears began to stream from her eyes and she took the photograph to her chest, protecting it from the passage of time.
She would return to this moment in the blink of an eye. Hermione sighed deeply and put the photograph inside her favorite book, and put it in her bag. She had a plan and soon there would be many more of them, new memories of her and Draco in this new world that does not yet know them. After Lucius' death and Voldemort's defeat, Draco returned to his mother's house and, as far as Hermione knows, managed to get a job in the ministry. He was still Draco Malfoy, he continued to reminisce about his black past, the death of his father, only the Hermione he came to love disappeared from his memory. Hermione did not believe it was possible, a spell so concrete against her, but she quickly realized that Draco only knew they went to the same school and never spoke a word to each other, he was extremely confused when she started to cry ahead of him. This was not the Draco Malfoy that Hermione hated, and she came to love.
After days of searching, Hermione found an old tape recorder, which belonged to her parents, it was not in the best condition, but served her purpose. After finishing packing, the young witch sat on the edge of her bed and with a click, began to record the sound of her voice. It seemed so distant and sad, no wonder Ginny was so worried about her.
"Day 370 since the incident. This is Hermione Granger, I do not expect the name to ring any bell in you, except perhaps some of the news you've seen lately. Oh, and maybe you remember me, like the crazy girl who insisted on talking to you and wept in front of you. " Hermione took a deep breath. "There's a reason for everything, even to madness. And there's more to your story than you know. But I'm about to get back everything that was lost and even if I fail ... or if I die trying, at least a part of you will hear this story and maybe believe or remember it.
Let's start.
hey everyone, this is my first fic, so don't be too harsh on me! I'm sorry if there are any grammar errors (English is not my first language). Also, if the characters in this chapter seem a little OOC, it is because after the battle of Hogwarts and in the face of new circumstances it is natural for them to have some changes. Naturally, this story ignores the epilogue. At the moment I'm still writing the first part that takes place only in the 6th year; the second part will be in the present, away from Hogwarts.
Anyways, hope you liked this chapter and this story! xx