A/N: This story is going to be set up kind of funny. I am going to have several parts between chapters. Like letters, diary entries, etc. Therefore, you can simply just move from chapter to chapter and skip over the in between stuff. Or visa versa. Well... it'll be easier for updates and such.

Hermione Granger P.I.O.M.H.

Hermione's Diary Entry

November 30th 2009,
Well... it's been what... three years since I've written in this Neverending Diary. Three whole years. So much has happened since that last year of Hogwarts. I don't know if I will ever have time to write it all down here. But my mind is getting so tied up in work lately that I need a bit of release.

Were should I start? I guess with my two greatest friends ever. Even though I haven't spoken to either in over a year, I still think about Ron and Harry from time to time. Things happened and time just seemed to split us further and further apart.

Ron and I shared a lot of intimate moments during the last year of school. That is, before the final battle between Voldemort and Harry happened. During that battle I lost my father and my mother was put into a mental institution... strapped to a bed and surveillanced twenty four hours a day. All because Draco Malfoy wanted to "toy" with me before he finally did me in. Ron also lost his mother. He was supportive to my losses until his came about and then he seemed to forget all about me.

I tried hard. I really did. We had been officially dating three months when this all started, but those three months hadn't bonded us enough to make our relationship strong enough to withsand all the loss.

Ron went into withdrawl. He didn't talk to me at all. He hardly talked to Harry. He stood by our sides for the final battle but then, after graduation, he went off in the opposite direction of me. He didn't even say goodbye. Last time I talked to Harry he told me Ron was in Asia.

Harry and I talked a lot for a year after graduation. He and Ron's father developed a new branch in the Ministry of Defense. The Curse, Potion, Spell and Natural Disaster Warding and Defense Branch. It helped to teach about the unforgivable curses and try to develop defenses against them and other magical happenings.

At the time they started the branch I was working with an older Wizard by the name of Phillip Morgan. He was a P.I.O.M.H. (Private Investigator of Magical Happenings). He taught me about the field and paid me really well. Harry had offered to give me a job at the ministry, but I had to decline, I was beginning to love the crime solving and detective work I was starting.

Phillip was killed though only a year after I had met him by one of his ex clients. I moved to the U.S.A. with my cousin and started my own P.I.O.M.H. firms with another fellow wizard I had met while working with Phillip and apparently had gone to school with.

With my muggle born life, we broadened our buisiness to include Private Investigating for Muggles with no magical connections. We never get many of those. Magical Happenings tak eup too much time for Greg and I.

So this is where I am in my life and where I have been for nearly two years. I carry a gun. I carry a wand. I've gotten pretty good at fighting physically and mentally, with magic and without.

Life's been decent to me, but I miss my friends... I miss hogwarts. Even at twenty years old, I can't get away from my childhood friends and feelings.