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Dear random people, Thanks for reading, unfortunately I cannot update as often as I'd like. I got camps, vacation, you know all that 'summer' stuff. Another reason I don't update often is that I am lazy. Period. So here it goes, thanks for the reviews. Oh, and I finally found a divider that works.

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Hermione threw piles of clothes on the bed. She hadn't dressed up for years! She'd have to go shopping... She never had liked shopping, she was more into practicality than fashion. She got into the car and sped off toward the mall.

She sifted through dresses all morning until she found a halter periwinkle one that hugged her hips but flared out near the hem. She paid and went to meet her best friend, Alaska, at the nearby coffee shop.

Alaska was sitting at their usual spot, a cozy table in the corner. She had short blond hair and wore large glasses. She was a reporter for a popular news magazine, and didn't often wear casual clothes.

After Hermione had recounted all the previous night's events, laughing inwardly at the changing emotions on Alaska's face, she quickly told her about the invitation to David's party.

"You do know what this means Heather, don't you?"

"No, it's just to say thanks...I think." She responded.

"Ugh! Heather look at the signs! He likes you! This could be your first boyfriend since...I met you!"

Hermione sighed. "It's nothing...Nothing will happen..."

Alaska rolled her eyes. "You really should take advantage of this situation..."

"Alaska! Really, are you sure it's not a scandal magazine that you work for? Anyway, I need your help with my hair...it just doesn't cooperate."

"Alright...whatever!" She got up to leave. "I have to go interview a canidate...See you Monday..."

"Bye Alaska."

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David stood to greet all his aunt's friends.

Is she coming?

He scanned the crowd. Aunt Kathryn had invited far too many people. The door opened yet again, allowing an elderly couple in. He looked anxiously up at them then sighed. The 'party', if you could call it that, had started a half an hour ago. He was a fool to have thought she'd actually come. He walked over to the bar and got a glass of red wine. He would have preferred beer, but they didn't serve it at events like this. The door opened again, but he didn't bother looking up. He already knew it wasn't her. An odd silence passed over the crowd, then a wave of whispers. He looked around. Heather stood at the top of the stairs, the skirt flared out around her. She scanned the crowd, hopefully.

David stepped toward her, holding out his hand to escort her down the stairs.

"Sorry, I'm late...My hair was... unruly..." He glanced up towards her hair. She had straightened it and pulled it up into a loose knot. She looked just like...

"Hermione?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "What?"

"Oh...er....nothing..."

She turned and started back up the stairs. "I err...have to go..." She said quickly, climbing the stairs two at a time. She pushed the door open and headed out into the pale early evening. The door reopened behind her. David grabbed Hermione's arm. "Wait...umm...you just...don't go..."

"Who are you? Wait...nevermind, I don't care to know." She pulled out of his grip and continued to walk toward the street.

"Please, let me explain."

"Let you explain? LET YOU EXPLAIN! LET YOU EXPLAIN WHAT EXACTLY?" She was furious. Her hands shook.

"Please..."

"You foul...you...you." She hissed at him, tears streaming down her face. "You..." A moment of realization flashed across her face. "You Malfoy!"

He looked at her. "Look...it's not what you think...I'm..."

"Look. I don't want to hear it. Goodbye David." She spun on her heel and ran as fast as the tight shoes allowed.

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"Argh!" She threw her shoe across the room. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted him!" She stormed into the kitchen. "The slimy, incompetent, evil, twisted..." She threw several bobby pins across the room, her hair collapsing. She fell into the chair. She picked up the letter on the top of the pile, attempting to distract herself. It was the one she had thrown across the room a few days earlier. She ripped it open impatiently.

Dear Hermione,

She knew this sloppy handwriting! She quickly returned to the letter, scanning it over.

Haven't seen you in a while. Hoping all is well.

Anyway, You'll never guess what Dumbledore said! Actually because I'm writing you probably can...but oh well, I'll tell you anyway! YOU CAN COME BACK TO ENGLAND!!!! Write back as soon as possible...well, just use the floo powder in this bag... Come to Hogwarts, Harry and I are both here.

Can't wait to see you!

Ron.

Her hands shook with excitement. She was going back to England! Thoughts flooded her mind. She could be a witch again. She was going back to England! She could see her friends. She was going back to England! She could start a new life. She was going home!

She pulled the plastic package off the parchment, the blue powder shining.
Another thought struck her. Alaska. What would she think? She bit her lower lip and pulled her pad from her bag. She scribbled furiously.

Alaska, don't worry, I had to go to England. It's urgent, I'll be back...

Ugh, no, that sounded stupid. She crumpled it up and threw it into the corner.

Alaska, I'll be out of town for a bit. Be back later.

She shrugged. It was the best she could do with this much panic. She pushed it to the back of her mind, ripping the page out of her pad and placing it by the front door where Alaska was sure to find it if she came looking.

She ran over to the fireplace and started to frantically sweep the ashes from it. She lit the old wood buried beneath the ages of dust. She coughed in the stirred up dust. She fumbled with the package of powder, throwing a handful into the meager flames. She grinned as the burst with green light. She was finally going home! She stepped into the fire and spoke the words she hadn't spoken for years.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She was spinning, colors blurring. She fell out of the fire in Dumbledore's office, coughing at the upturned dust.

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