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Chapter 1
I must carry on!
"Miss Black, you have a letter. An owl from St. Mungos in England sent it over to you," her secretary said.
The girl, Miss Black, was actually Miss Granger. Everyone knew that was once her name but she got it changed. No one knew why and no one asked afraid to bring about her anger. The last time anyone had gotten her angry they were reduced to tears in a matter of five minutes. She had been here two years and no one knew her past. No one knew anything about her, except she was once Harry Potter's best friend.
"Okay thank you," she said taking the letter.
She opened it and read:
Miss Black,
Your friend, young Mister Potter, has sent us another letter. This time it is about his marriage to a young Ginerva Weasley. They both ask your presence in the letter. They also wish that you would come back to England since it has been two years and not a day goes by that they don't think of you and one of them doesn't cry. They think that it has been long enough with your mourning over Ron and they both think that he would want you to be happy.
I know I am in no position to tell you what to do, but I hope you will come back for just a little while. They really wish to see you and we need help at St. Mungos.
Anyways, I hope to see you in person shortly.
You're welcome for opening yet another letter from them.
Sincerely,
Head Healer at St. Mungos,
Stacey Hilda
P.s. Their wedding is in two weeks.
"They are getting married. I'll be there" she whispered to herself "I wouldn't miss my best friends' wedding for anything,"
She stood up and walked to her bosses' office and told him what was going on and she let her go.
"Thank you," she said as she left.
She walked home and began to pack.
2 hours later
She sighed as she finished packing. She looked in the mirror. No longer did you see brown bushy hair, but now you saw light red hair, not bright red like the Weasley's, but red to remind her of them. Her hair was in soft curls that just settled on her shoulders.
1 week later
Hermione Granger, now Hermione Black, was walking through Diagon Alley, where she had been for the past week. She past the store, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, that Fred and George ran, she sighed hoping she would never she them.
'I guess they finally got enough money to buy a spot here,' she thought to herself. She was looking down, tears in her eyes.
She shouldn't have been looking down since she ran into someone.
She looked up to see who it was and saw a boy of about 22 looking at her. He had red hair and stormy blue eyes.
"Oh I am so sorry," the boy said, "I've never seen you around here before. My name's Fred Weasley. What's yours?"
Her breath caught as she looked up at him. She looked around him and saw Ginny, Harry and George.
"Oh no" she whispered.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you." Fred said politely.
"Oh, sorry. My name's Black. Hermione Black."
"Wow, we" he said gesturing behind him, "We had a friend named Hermione once."
She took notice of the way he said Hermione. His voice got all soft and he got tears in his eyes.
"Wow, what happened to her?"
"I'm sorry, I can't really talk about it, but in short version she ran away after helping Harry Potter and Ron Weasley kill Lord Voldemort."
She didn't shutter nor did he.
"You didn't shutter. Almost everyone still does."
"Yes, but he's dead. Besides, fear of a thing only increases the fear of the thing itself."
He immediately teared up. "I'm sorry, but she said that."
"It's okay."
"Hey why don't I take you and introduce you to my friends," he said.
"Sure" she said trying to hide the fear in her voice.
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