Rememberance Author Notes: This is in answer to a Challange set of WIKTT where I joined recently and I rather an amused by the idea and decided that I would give my hand at it. I have no beta so here is the story. My Grammer leaves alot to be desired but..that is as it is.

Please note that all the characters belong to J.K Rowlings and I only play with them like a good like girl I put them back at the end of the day. The Quote "Journey Ends with Lovers Meeting" is from The Haunting of Hill House.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Old Man ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~~*~ The city street was awash with rain, and the pretty cinnamon haired girl sat holding a note book and a pen in her hands. To the normal eyes the pair could have been grandfather and grandchild, the way she was tentively listening to him speak , and how he would pause every now and again then say something else, however it couldn't have been farther from the truth.

"You see Miss Granger, I have read your recounts of the many tales you have researched and I was fascinated with how well and close to historical fact you write, and so I was hopeing that I could get you to create a private book for me, a recount of the hero's of what is now being called the Spell Wars." the speaker was a handsome elder man with stark white hair, a hero's chin and an easy smile. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a dark grey suit. "Also I know you too were involved and I think its good for the writer to give a little information about herself."

Sipping the coffee thoughtful amber eyes went to dark one and she shook her head,she had lost alot of friends in that fall, she had friend who were now lost because of the War, Lavender Brown would certainly never be the same again, and of course Ron, he had died as well protecting Harry, that whole book would be a sore wound opened all over again and she shook her head once again. "I can't." she murmured. " I can't push myself into so many people's tragedy and make profit from it, its not me." she closed her eyes fitting the images and the tears that came with it.

"I am very proud to hear you say that young lady." the man's form shifted and she started almost out of her chair. Her cup trembled wildly as she all but dropped it back onto her plate and looked up into the twinkleing eyes of Albus Dumbledore. "I thought you'd turn out to be a wonderful girl, glad I was right in that, I missed you when you refused my offer to return to Hogwart's as a teacher, but this book my dear girl needs be written by someone who won't decorate the fact with sugar and spices to make it easier to take."

Hermione steadied her hand and didn't know what to say, she stared at Dumbledore with a look of aprehension, of someone who was caught doing something wrong. She had run from her magic after the War,she had not been strong enough to save her best friend and it had weighted on her those many years after. In a way it was a way to revive them tell there story and not her own. "Oh, Headmaster, there was so many in that war that were unsung hero's only to be shadowed by Harry,and I love Harry do not doubt that, but he did get all the glory." she whispered already she knew she was going to take the job." This book it will go to Hogwarts?" she inquired as she began to write again in her notepad.

"It will indeed Hermione, and in my own collection for those who come after to recall." he said. Takeing a small silver tin of lemondrops from his coat pocket and placeing one in his mouth. He already knew she would do it, and he handed her a list. "Here are some of the people who you'll need to research." his tone kindly and those blue eyes twinkled ever so merrily, Hermione wondered what she had gotten herself into.

"Is there a time limit to this?" she asked glanceing up to the old man who was watching a pair holding to each other under the umbrella they shared and smiled wistfully. He gazed back to her and she felt bad, she had no love to lean on she had only her books and her thrist for knowledge and to put it down on paper.

"Journeys End with Lover's Meeting.." he said in a low tone and then looked up to her and offered her a grin."As long as it takes Miss.Granger, as long as it takes."