Hi everyone!

Well that took me a hot minute… sorry about that… I should probably put a slow update warning in the description… I try to make chapters a little longer & that usually takes me a while, ya know with college and work and life on the side… Geeze, that sounds like a huge downer…

Anyway, on a happier note, I'd like to thank you all for your comments and reviews… I haven't got around to answering all of them yet, but I'm super grateful for your thoughts and that ya'll liked the prologue.
A couple of you pointed out, that babies just after birth are unable to talk. Counter Facts : Actually they are not. Yes, the muscles needed for sound communication aren't present or developed (yet!) in newborns, those take – as far a science knows - time to develop; BUT like with all things, having done it before and knowing how to do it, gave Hermione an advantage. None of her words came out flawlessly. She wasn't super loud when she talked and only spoke a small amount. If you scout the internet you will find reports of parents, who's children are just mere weeks old, and yet they are able to say things like "Hello" or "Mummy". Of course those could be just babies trying to mimic talking sounds they heard, or the wishful thoughts of delusional parents, but for the sake of this story I'll take those reports for gossip & go with them😊
Also – A couple of you pointed out, that Hermione should change things, since she's obviously created a different reality and blah, blah, blah. To that I can only say, that Hermione has her reasons & we'll explore all of them in the chapter down below 😊)
Plus – A lot of you also noted that James was a bit of an ass in the prologue. Well, first of all - rarely in my life have I met a teenage boy in puberty who wasn't a bit of an ass. And we all know that, at that age, James very much was an ass who attacked people without being prompted. But, unlike other people with the same traits *cough cough* Draco *cough cough* we know that he'll eventually grows out of that AND we know that James does have a very strong moral compass and a conscious so we'll see how the whole Hermione incident plays out for him…
& I know a couple of you offered to beta read (thanks for that btw) but – like I said, I haven't got around to answer any reviews and comments yet, soooo… if you're still interested let me know!
Good, that's about all I have to say for now…
Happy reading!

Xoxo Any

Don't Look Back In Anger – Chapter 1 – An Encounter

Hermione didn't have any interactions with the marauders until three days later, Wednesday, February 11th, 1976. When Hermione got up that morning she could already tell, that the entire day would suck… It had started when Pandora had woken their entire dorm with a loud bang from a spell explosion. If Hermione hadn't known that Pandora would eventually go on to marry Xenophellius Lovegood, a very much Luna like, eccentric but surprisingly good looking wizard, who had graduated from Hogwarts the previous year, she would have guessed, that Pandora was actually Seamus Finnigan's mother, given her talents to blow things up or set them on fire…

Anyway, when she'd heard the Bang Hermione had jumped out of bed immediately, ready for an attack, ready for combat… As it turned out, no matter how long it had been, and apparently even when one had been reborn into an entirely new person… having gone through a war stuck with you… not matter how hard you try to leave it behind…

Once she'd realized, that the loud bang had come from Pandora's bed, Hermione had immediately ran to her friend's aid. While she was able to extinguish the flames, she wasn't able to heal the third degree burns her friend had suffered.

So, with nothing else to do, and with their sneering and complaining Housemates practically – and in Hermione's opinion quite cruel and carelessly- cursing them out of the dorm, Hermione got a crying and screaming Pandora up to drag her to the hospital wing.

That is how Hermione ended up, with her hair uncombed and looking like a bird's nest, in plaid shorts and a tank top, barefoot, dragging Pandora from the Ravenclaw Tower all the way down. Pandora trembled and cried, and even though Hermione felt really bad for her friend, she couldn't help the overwhelming urge she had to scream at her, because she knew, that some day soon Pandora would try to invent another spell and accidentally kill herself while doing it… Of course there was a time and a place for screaming at one's best friend and it wasn't when said best friend was weeping over her own black burned flesh… So Hermione kept her anger to herself, as she pulled Pandora through the halls as fast as she could. As the girls reached the third floor, they quite literally bumped into three marauders, who were running down the hall away from the hospital ward, it seemed.

The three of them at least had the decency to look horrified when Pandora let out a toe curling scream of pain as Sirius crashed into her and she and Hermione flew backwards on the floor. Wouldn't you believe it, Peter Pettigrew was actually the first one to catch himself and react. No matter how much Hermione hated the rat, she would always be grateful for how he reacted in this situation.

"Oh Merlin! Heller, Evans! We're so sorry! We didn't mean to run into you …" Peter reached out a hand to help Hermione up. James and Sirius were still looking in horror at Pandora, who was still crying from the pain. Hermione grabbed Peter's hand and let him pull her up. "… Are you alright? What happened?" Hermione nodded at him.

"We're fine. We just have to get to Madam Pomfrey…" Hermione muttered, pushing her curls out of her face. "… Pandora experimented with a spell…." She didn't finish the sentence, they all could tell what had happened.

Hermione bend down to help Pandora up, when Sirius and James finally snapped out of their apparent shock and decided to speak.

"Here, let us help," Sirius Black spoke, gently brushing Hermione aside.

"It's the least we can do…" James Potter added. Hermione had to admit she was a little stunned by how kind an helpful the boys were reacting, given that they usually acted like complete toe rags… Sirius and James each carefully grabbed one of Pandora's arms, put them over their shoulders and pulled her upright. Hermione gave them a small smile.

"Alright, lead the way, Evans." James told Hermione.

"I'll run ahead to Madam Promfrey and let her know what's coming," Peter offered. They all gave him a nod and he disappeared. As Hermione walked after him, through the hall of the third floor with James, Sirius and Pandora, she couldn't help but wonder what terrible thing must have happened to Pettigrew to turn him from the nice and kind young man he was now, into the rat he would become in only a few couple of years…

As they reached the hospital wing, Peter was already helping Madam Pomfrey make up a bed. He was holding a pillow as she threw a sheet over the matrass. It was unsettling to Hermione, seeing Madam Pomfrey this youthful. The healer, who in Hermione's time had been at least fifty years old, whereas now she looked barely thirty. Her face was slim and her light blue eyes were shimmering with worry, as her face, which was void of any lines, turned into a stern expression.

"Gentleman her down here!" she directed at James and Sirius. The boys nodded, as Peter put the pillow on the bed. "Miss Evans, would you mind filling me in on what exactly happened here?" Different time. Same bossy Madam Pomfrey… Hermione nodded and started telling her everything she knew, as the boys helped Pandora sit down on the hospital bed and Peter grabbed her feed and put them up, so she was laying on it.

"Can you fix her up?" Hermione asked, already knowing that Madam Promfrey was more than capable of taking care of Pandora. The healer turned her nose up proudly and nodded.

"Of course I can! But with burns this serve it will take a while for her to heal. She'll have to stay here for the day, I fear…" Madam Pomfrey told Hermione as the held out a cup to Pandora, who still had tears running down her redly burned face. "Here dear, drink this. It will help with the pain. Miss Evans, Misters Potter, Black and Pettigrew, you may go and join your housemates for breakfast. Just as Mister Lupin, Miss Heller is in good hands with me." Only now did Hermione notice the pale boy, who was asleep in a bed across the room. Remus. Of course. It had been full moon last night. That must have been the reason, why the marauders had been on the third floor. They'd probably visited Remus… Maybe she should bring him by some sweets later. Hermione gave a nod, not regarding the marauders.

"Of course, thank you Madam Pomfrey." She turned to Pandora. "I'll come see you after class," she told her. Pandora gave a weak nod. Hermione turned and went to leave. Behind her she heard the marauders wishing Pandora a speedy recovery, after which they followed her, closing the doors to the hospital wing behind them. Hermione could hear the boys whispering among themselves, but she couldn't make out any words. She was halfway down the hall, when she heard Sirius call her last name from behind her. She stopped and turned around.

"Nice outfit, by the way," Harry's godfather told her and gave her a wink. The other two marauders laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned around wordlessly. Teenage boys. No matter what time they were in, teenage boys always sucked… Hermione couldn't help but think to herself 'This day is gonna suck…' as she walked off to the Ravenclaw dormitories.

Getting dressed was a hectic affair. By the time Hermione reached her dormitories, it was already quarter to nine. She didn't have the time to shower or to do her hair properly. She threw her head forward, grabbed her lose curls and pulled them into a bun on top of her head. She went in the adjourning girl's bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face in a hurry and then she threw on her clothes. As she dashed back downstairs to her first class, she realised that she must have looked like a huge mess. She heard the bell ring loudly through the castle as she was running down the stairs to the dungeons, where her first class of the day was. When she stumbled into the portions classroom one of her stockings had rolled down all the way to her ankle and her hair bun had gotten lose and was falling apart on top of her head.

Everybody turned around an starred, as Hogwarts' most notorious bookworm stumbled into the classroom, late, with her hair looking like a bird's nest on top of her head and her clothes in disarray.

"Sorry Professor Slughorn," Hermione huffed, out of breath as a fast majority of the attending Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff fifth years starred at her in disbelief, "I had to take Pandora to Madam Pomfrey." Slughorn nodded and gave her a slight smile. The man hadn't changed much in the future. He still (or was it already?) picked favourites. Luckily for herself, she was one of them.

"Of course, Miss Evans, please, take a seat and do not let this happen again in the future." Hermione walked to the desk she normally shared with Pandora. "I assume Miss Heller is still with Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione gave him a nod, as she sat down in her usual spot. "Very well. Please give her my best wishes, when you see her. Now, where were we?" Slughorn went back to his lecture. Today's lesson was the theory of brewing a "Strengthening Potion." For Hermione the entire topic gave her a flashback to the future, the day Snape had instructed his students to brew the very same portion under the supervision of a complaining Umbridge. She remembered stopping Harry from adding pomegranate juice to his portion, so he wouldn't spoil it… it hadn't done any good… while she had been able to stop him, by the end of the class his portion had been spoiled anyway. She memory brought a small smile to her lips. She missed all her friends and her family dearly… Sometimes she took solace in the fact, that if she played her cards right, stepped back and let history run its course, another Hermione, eleven year old Hermione Granger, would eventually get to have them in her life. The thought of letting history unfold as it had the first time around was a rather terrifying one, but the thought of stepping in, trying to change something and ultimately failing and making things even worse – the uncertainty of the future in the past… It kept her from interfering…

After the portions class was over and Slughorn allowed the students to leave, Hermione slowly got up and gathered her things, still caught in the fond memories of her former friends. Professor Slughorn walked over to her desk.

"Miss Evans, are you quite alright, my girl?" Slughorn asked tentatively. Hermione frowned slightly.

"Yes, of course Professor, I'm fine. I've just been a little stressed this morning. I apologize if I gave off a bad impression…" the reddish-brown haired girl replied. Slughorn shook his head, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Not at all, my dear. You're usually so studious… you should let go every now and then…" Hermione looked down at her shoes… Studious. That's what Slughorn had said, but what she had heard was boring. And he wasn't wrong. Hermione's entire life, ever since she had found herself reborn had been all about staying under the radar and the best way she knew how to accomplish that, was by being an academic success without any semblance of a personal life. Having a personal life would mean social ties. Social ties would mean exposure to others. And exposure to others would mean, that she would leave an even bigger mark on the past than she already had by being reborn. It was a terrible cycle, that surely in time would lead to the pre-destined future falling apart.

"Professor, would it be possible to excuse myself from further classes today? I think I need to lay down…" Slughorn looked her up and down. He must have noticed the bags under her eyes, as well as the look of exhaustive defeat swirling around inside the emerald windows to her soul.

He nodded.

"Of course, my dear. I'll make sure that you are excused. If you don't feel better soon, you should go and see Madam Pomfrey." Hermione nodded.

"Thank you, Professor."

As she was making her way back to the Ravenclaw dormitories, Hermione's mind wandered, asking important life questions, as it did so very often.

What was per purpose?

What sort of life was she living?

And where was her existence going to lead?

As she walked the halls of the seventh floor, deep in her thoughts, she didn't see the figure running at her at full speed, until – for the second time today – someone crashed into her.

"WHAT THE…" her voice rose, looking at the person, lying next to her on the floor, who had run her over. "JAMES POTTER?!" Hermione yelled his name. James looked at her, eyes wide, as his hand shot forward and covered her mouth.

"Shh…" he hissed. Then she heard fast steps approaching from down the hall. James jumped up, grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her along with him.

"Don't ask questions, just run!" he ordered, as he started pulling her along. Hermione frowned.

"Whaa-" she started, but was interrupted, when she heard the voice of Professor Tuffeda, Hogwarts' current, rather unpleasant Arithmancy Professor.

"Stop at once! When I catch you, you will be scrubbing the classroom floor with a toothbrush everyday for a month!" Hermione's eyes widened she looked at James and started running in earnest. She was not going to get involved in James Potter's misdeeds!

Hermione and James were chased down all the way to the transfiguration courtyard, where they were finally able to escape the professor, when Hermione pulled James towards the portrait of Griffard Abbott, whom Hermione had befriended and acquired the password for quite a long time ago, and even before that in her original time, his portrait guarded a secret passageway to the clocktower outside the library. Thankfully he saw that the teenagers were rushed and didn't ask a lot of questions, before he let them through.

As they left the passageway and stood in the clocktower, catching their breath, James Potter reminded Hermione terribly of Harry. His hair way messy, he was crouched over and breathing heavily.

"What. Was. That?" Hermione asked him between heavy breaths. James let out a breathless laugh.

"Sirius and Peter decided to avenge our grades on Tuffeda's last exam. They thought the plan up when I was at Quidditch practice, so while I went with them to execute their plan, the whole thing took me by surprise. Sirius and Peter were up and gone, but it took me a sec to grasp what was going on and flee." James explained, shaking his head with a smile.

Hermione rose her eyebrows and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"And so they just left you behind?" she couldn't quite believe it, but James just shrugged it off.

"Well, you snooze you lose… But I'm actually really impressed with you, Evans." James spoke coolly. Hermione's eyes widened.

"ME? Why me?" another shrug.

"Just the fact, that you ran with me so quickly and then this genius idea of escaping through the secret portrait passageway? Brilliant!" Hermione shook her head.

"So I take it you didn't know about the portrait passage?" she asked. James shook his head.

"No, I did. In fact, we passed a few other secret passageways, I just didn't wanna show you. To be honest, I thought you'd report them to the headmaster to be sealed off or something…" as least he had the decency to look a little sheepish, as he told her that. Hermione frowned. So that was the vibe she was giving off around others? That she couldn't be trusted. Once again James Potter made her fuming.

"What? Why in the world would you think that? I'll have you know that I know several secret ways around Hogwarts and then some! And I have never even considered letting them be sealed off!" Hermione huffed at him, putting her hands on her hips. James gave her a slight grin.

"Several, huh?" he spoke in an amused tone, "well, cross my heart Evans, maybe you're not that boring after all!" Hermione gave him a dark look.

"I never was boring! On the contrary to you, I just care about my grades and wanna do something with my life when I get out of school!" she told him, now feeling a bit pissed off. What was it about James Potter, that got so infuriatingly quickly under her skin? James' lips twitched slightly, and he crossed his arms.

"Well, you're not going to get very far with that attitude, you know that, right?" he spoke slowly, as if explaining something very difficult to a child. Hermione shook her head.

"And why not, pray tell?" she asked, fully aware of the fact, that she must have sounded terribly obnoxious.

"Well…" he started uncomfortably, looking down. "…nevermind." Hermione shook her head.

"No I insist! Tell me!" He bit his bottom lip, clearly uncomfortable - his lips were fuller and pinker than Harry's had been… what an odd observation… - and fumbled with his hands, before shoving them in his trouser pockets.

"You'll get mad again…" he explained and shook his head. Hermione frowned.

"I won't get mad. If I have a problem I want to know. Tell me!" She was aware she must've looked like a toddler, fists clenched at her sides, stomping her food. It seemed to amuse him even more. Mirth danced in his eyes and he shrugged.

"Alright Evans, just remember you promised not to be mad at me." Hermione nodded and made a gesture to get him talking. "Alright, so the reason why I, and honestly most people think you're not going to get very far… well, I mean… it's… ahhhh" he blabbered on, not actually getting to the point. Hermione's mood dropped. He reminded her of Ron when he hadn't known the answer to one of their Professors questions…

"Just spit it out!" She hissed at him impatiently.

"Fine!" he huffed, "You're muggleborn. There I said it!" he exclaimed. Hermione frowned and shook her head.

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked. James facepalmed.

"You're kidding right?" he asked giving her a panic-y looking smile, Hermione looked at him blankly. "You really don't get it!" he stated flabbergasted, his eyes wide. He took a deep breath and then gave her a very neutral expression, his shoulders straightened and suddenly he was looking much more composed than Hermione had ever seen him. He took her hand. "Alright Evans. Here's the thing and please understand. You know how a couple of days ago you asked me to leave Lily alone? For future reasons and what not?" Hermione frowned again but nodded. "Okay, well first of all – I overreacted a bit there. I was having a bad day, but what's even more is, that I thought you were pulling the pisser. I get now, that that obviously wasn't the case…" Hermione gave him a nod to continue, still not understanding where this conversation was heading. "Well… right now the ministry, as well as the biggest and most important companies and businesses, are manly controlled by the wizardgamot, as well as the most influential families of England… and well… the last time a muggleborn got into any of the higher up jobs in the ministry was… well I think there was a girl some time in the 30s, but she was shagging the minister… sooo…." Hermione's eyes narrowed, as she cut into James' rambling.

"Are you implying, that neither my sister not I will ever amount to anything, BECAUSE THE ENTIRE MAGICAL PART OF BRITAN IS BASICALLY RULED BY A MAYORITY OF RACIST?!" her voice had gotten louder and shriller towards the end of the sentence. Even to her own ears she sounded a bit like the nasty portrait of Mrs. Black in Grimmauldplace. James pulled a grimace.

"I mean… I don't support that, obviously, my father's… or grandfather's company hires tons of muggleborns, I think there are even two in the management… buuuut that, plus the fact that you're a girl…" he shrugged without finishing the sentence. Hermione shook her head. This couldn't be! Of course she had known, that it was a little more difficult for muggleborns to get some foot hold in the seventies, but she hadn't known that it was this hard. In her own time there had been plenty of muggleborn employees at the ministry, a lot of them were even the heads of businesses… She had never considered that it would be much different in the seventies… but of course it made sense now…

A fast majority of racist pureblood families had lost their influence after Voldemort's downfall. And the ministry had been desperate to make people see, that it didn't have any association to Voldemort's cause. And as for the gender issue – while wizards were not as notoriously sexist as muggles, there was still a fair amount of sexism going on in the wizarding world; especially still in the seventies… Apparently people like Madonna and Cher had actually done a great deal for female liberation and empowerment and while sexism wasn't entirely gone in the nineties, at least it had only been a very small part of day to day life… This… this was different. James Potter had just taken all of Hermione's aspirations and dreams for the future and crushed them… And he hadn't even tried to be cruel. The had simply made her realise, the true the reality of her situation…

Her chest tightened, the world became blurry and suddenly she felt like she couldn't breathe. There was a ringing noise in her ears and every other sound seemed like it was wrapped in cotton. She couldn't make out his words, but when her hands shot up to claw at her tightened throat and her knees started to feel weak, James Potter grabbed her upper arms and started shaking her.

No. She couldn't breathe, but that wasn't her primary focus. In her mind, voices taunted her. Telling her, that she would never have a life again. She would always exist as a stain in time that had never been supposed to be there in the first place… Very early on, when she had realised that she had gotten stuck in the past, Hermione had decided, that she wouldn't let circumstances defeat her. She wouldn't let the fact, that she now existed in this world out of her own time, destroy the future she had been brought in. Rather, her plans had always been to improve, rather than change. But the depressing reality was, that no matter what she would do, where she would go – she would always be a victim of her circumstances…

In the back of her mind, Hermione was acutely aware of what was happening to her. Something that had happened multiple times, during her younger years while growing up with the Evanses, she was having a panic attack… and a spectacular one at that, but there was nothing she could do, because the primary, irrational part of her brain wouldn't respond to her subconscious.

Hermione balled her hands into fists. Their were cold and disgustingly clammy. Suddenly the usually large clocktower was way too small, sand way too cramped, and way too oppressive, and even with the floating candles and the daylight bursting through the windows, way too dark.

There was still no air in her lungs, no matter how much she tried, it seemed like she was just going to suffocate, right in the middle of the clocktower, right in front of James Potter, Harry's father… Again, somewhere in her mind Hermione wondered, how it would impact James; How it would change him, if she would die right here, right now, directly in front of him… Would it make him more alert? In the future, would he be more neurotic and careful? Would he blame himself? Would he blame her? Would he hate her?

And then all of a sudden Hermione was pulled back to reality by something cold. She hadn't realised, what her eyes had closed at some point, but now they flew open. She was still in the clocktower, crouched against the wall. She looked up and then she realised, what had happened. James Potter was still standing right in front of her. His face contorted into a mask of fear and worry. His wand was pulled out and his eyes were wide…. And Hermione was soaking wet! He had sprayed her with cold water! In the midst of a panic attack Harry's father, James freaking Potter had pulled out his wand and sprayed her with cold water! Like a goddamned cat that wouldn't behave! They both looked at each other wide eyed. Not quite believing what had just happened.

After a moment of maintaining contact with James Potter's chocolate brown orbs, Hermione was finally able to tear her gaze away and take a deep breath; and another one; and another one, until she felt completely calm. The a hand invaded her field of vision. James Potter. She took his hand and let him help her up.

"Thank you." She spoke quietly and reserved. James nodded and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Are you okay? I've never seen…" Hermione didn't let him finish. She lifted her hand to silence him and spoke.

"It was nothing. Let's just pretend, all of this never happened. The last time I saw you was this morning when I brought Pandora to the infirmary, alright?" James narrowed his eyes but nodded.

"Good, then – have a nice rest of your day, James Potter." With that Hermione passed James and walked with quick steps to the library. Just as she reached it, the clock chimed one o'clock. Lunchtime. Hermione felt sick. She passed through the library without stopping to look at a single book and headed straight to the Ravenclaw dormitories to lay down.

By the time Hermione got up again, it was almost time for dinner, which meant she'd finally be able to pick up Pandora. She made sure to dress herself properly this time, then she went to her suitcase. It was full of sweets, which her parents usually sent to Hermione and Lily about one a week. Since Hermione didn't have the biggest sweet tooth - probably something she had gotten from her parents in her past life, as they had both been dentists and had drilled into her, what sweets like that could do to one's teeth – the case was pretty much almost full. She grabbed a couple of bags, filled with mini-Kitkat, Snickers and gummy worms, as well as a bar of white Lindt chocolate with almonds in it, and put them all in a bag to take with her. Then she made her way down to the third floor to finally pick up Pandora.

Even before she entered, Hermione could hear voices in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was probably downstairs to eat dinner, of she would have had kittens, because when Hermione entered, the three marauders were all sitting by Remus' bedside, and Pandora was sitting across from Remus in his hospital bed, playing chess, as the marauders cheered Remus on.

"You have got to be kidding me…" Hermione mumbled as she walked closer. The first to notice her appeared to be Sirius, as he whipped his head around and yelled out, "EVANS! How nice of you to join us!" Hermione shook her head as his antics. Avoiding the gaze of James Potter, who had turned to her as well.

"Hi!" Hermione greeted loudly, before turning to her friend who was frowning at the chessboard, "Pandora, can we go?" Pandora shook her head, dark brown strands waving around her face.

"Nope, I'm winning this…" Hermione rolled her eyes. Pandora was not terrible at chess… But she never won… Hermione took a deep breath through her nose and turned to the marauders.

"I brought you guys some stuff, as a thank you for helping us this morning", she said and pulled the bags of kitkat, snickers, and gummy worms from her bag and handed James, Sirius… and Peter one. "Oh, and Remus, I brought you this" Hermione said, pulling out the chocolate bar from her bag and giving it to the recovering marauder. "I hope you feel better soon." She smiled at him. Remus eyes widened as he took the chocolate from her.

"… Thank you, Rose. You didn't have to do that…" Hermione waved him off.

"It's no problem, besides, I owe you…" Remus frowned. So did the rest of the marauders, while Pandora was still staring hard at the chessboard, contemplating her next move.

"What do you owe me for?" Remus asked. Hermione shrugged.

"Depriving you from your victory?" it was a statement, that sounded like a question as she the grabbed the chessboard and threw it over. "Come!" she told Pandora who looked at her wide eyed, with her mouth hanging open, "I'm hungry!"

Pandora pouted but shrugged and got off Remus' bed.

"Fine." She said, as she stood up. "Thanks for the game, Remus. Boys." Pandora gave them a nod. So did Hermione and together they left the infirmary. As they walked down the corridor of the third floor Pandora looked at Hermione and pursed her lips… "Soooo… how was today?" she asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Don't ask…"

Alright, that is it!

I hope you guys like it!

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