A/N : I'm no writer, just playing with words in a language which i learn some 40 years ago at school. Therefore i do a lot of mistakes either in spelling or grammar, and for this i apologise and ask for your forgivenes
I do not own any of the characters, they belong to JK. Rowling
Chapter 1
The lord who lost his wand and memory.
August was hot , the war was over , at last the wizarding world was at peace. But was it trully?
Well prejudice about blood statut was supposedly eradicated, the big word was *supposedly*. Because in truth, the winners weren't the white angels that they wanted the mass to believe they were. Hermione wasn't happy with her boys she had to attend trials and testify against, her school comrades,children of well known deatheaters ,in the eyes of most adults and most of all in the eyes of Ron, they were guilty. But in truth guilty of what ? She had asked that question times and times over. The only answer she got* their parents were bad so ,your comrades were bad by birth*. This didn't have any logic for her. Sure a lot of them had been bullies, lots of them were acting like little nazis, but that was expected they grew in families afraid of the unknown, afraid of muggles born, because from centuries they were told that their race was superior, that muggles were dirt, and muggles born were criminals who had stolen the magic of the squibs, children born in families with so much consanguinity that it was wonders that they could still have children born without more infirmity yes some were born without magic, and were dump in muggles orphanages. Those children were ovliated as most of the times the families disposed of them when they were already five or six years old.So how could she bad talk about children she grew up with, how could she send children brainwashed by their parents to Azkaban. No she couldn't, and just because she had many a time ask for leniency, asking, that they should be put in a school were they would be put through intensive class on muggles customs, artefacts, and in the obligation to live a whole year without a wand. Hermione had perfect arguments . She fought against a bunch of wizards sure that they were the good ones because they fought against Voldemort and his cronies but in thruth they were as bad as the black wizards as they refere to the other soldiers fighting against them. If she only had to fight against old bigots wizard all would have been ok. But no Hermione had to fight against Ron. He didn't want to listen to her, in Ron's opinion a woman had nothing to say, a witch place was at home taking care of the physical needs of her husband, cleaning cooking and eventually popping children every other year so she will have no time to want anything else from life. He thought wrongly, he thought that the kisse they shared in the chamber of secret, was the beginning of a long love life where Hermione would be grateful that he married her,and where she will at last dump her books to be his personal Elfe, of course he didn't phrase it like this but his stuttering lecture had in the end ,that meaning. Hermione for once was speechless so he thought she was thrilled about the life he had plane for them.Little did he knew. When he finish talking he took a step toward his witch in the intende to seal their engagement with an other kiss, before letting his family know about the good news, the witch took a big breath, and let a chiling scream out of her mouth, her anger and frustration making her hair sparkle and her hand landing on Ron face before he could even blink his eyes. Hermione being the most powerful, and educate witch of her year, looked at the disaster who was that man, and in a low menacing voice, closed the argument, :
Ron i haven't study this hard all those years to drop school, now that i will be able to spend a whole year studying in peace, without having the thread of a psychopath wanting to kill my best friend. I will not become a cattle beast popping children for a man who doesn't care about my wishes ,and my dreams to have a career. I can't for one second imagine, that you thought you were making me a favour wanting to married me,are you jocking , or completely stupid, get out, get out of my room before i hex you to next century,
The end of the argument was heard from the top floor of Grilmaud house to the basement.
To be continued