AN: Hello hello! To say it's weird to be posting on here is an understatement. Whilst still an avid fanfiction reader I haven't tried to write anything in years and I apologise because I am VERY rusty. Lockdown and Corona has given me a lot more time to think and I realised that I'd actually really like to start writing again, even if it was just the odd chapter here and there.

This idea literally struck me about an hour ago, there is only this chapter written so far and the vaguest outline known to man so please bear with me. Hopefully you enjoyed this little taster and you'll leave me a review to say so, if you didn't enjoy this then feel free to leave me a review anyway. What is it they say again.. all publicity is good publicity?

I hope you'll stick around for the journey!

snowisfalling xo

p.s As always these wonderful characters do not belong to me they just do weird things in my brain and these words come out..

"You have got to be kidding me Hermione!" Harry slammed The Daily Prophet on the kitchen table and began to pace.

"Don't you think you've done enough? Don't you think we've done enough?"

The pacing was becoming more frantic and Harry almost tripped over Kreacher who was doing his best to ignore the situation and continue frying the bacon.

Hermione sighed. She wasn't an idiot, there was a reason she had approached Harry first about her idea. She knew he wouldn't be happy but it was better than a spluttering Ronald Weasley - not to mention things had been rather awkward between the two of them after that spur of the moment kiss during the battle.

"Harry I get where you're coming from but the war hasn't been won, not even close. There are still people out there who believe that my blood makes me less worthy than them and they will pass their outdated views onto their children, who will pass it onto theirs and who knows in another 50 years we'll have a war just like this one!"

She picked up The Prophet from the table and began to slowly straighten out the creases Harry had made during his outburst.

"This is my chance to change that. To make sure that future generations don't have to go through what we went through. That there isn't going to be another young girl with a racist slur carved into her arm for the rest of her life. This is important to me and I'm doing it with or without your permission."

She took a calming breath and met Harry's eyes across the table.

"But Harry, you're my best friend and I would appreciate your support in this. I know it's not going to be easy."

Harry looked like he was about to start pacing again and she braced herself for more shouting before he stopped himself and sighed. Sighing seemed to be the order of the day.

"Okay" he huffed "I've got your back Hermione. I will always have your back. But I know who you are going to request and I want you to know that I'm not happy about it."

"But you testified for him! You pushed for the lower sentence!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, so I don't think the guy is a bloodthirsty evil mastermind. The guy's still a prick Hermione!" he paused for a breath. "Hermione, I just want you to accept that maybe some people can't be changed. What if all of this is for nothing?"

It was a question she had asked herself many times that morning. But if she didn't believe that people could change then what did she think of humanity as a whole? Were they incapable of independent thought? All just following each other around like sheep until eventually they died?

"I believe he can," she said softly.

"Okay." Harry began to shake his head, grinning ruefully. "Okay, but I am not breaking the news to Ron."

With that he snagged a fresh piece of toast from Kreacher and strolled out of the room. Kreacher began to flutter around her placing a hot plate of bacon and eggs in front of her then muttering to himself about polishing the family silver for the third time that week.

Grimmauld Place was an odd place to be at that moment in time. She had moved in with Harry just days after the war and together they had waited for the dust to settle. Ron had gone home to The Burrow with his family and so for many days it was just the two of them and Kreacher. After the media frenzy had died down and people had stopped partying in the streets she had quickly realised that returning to a normal life wouldn't be as easy as she had hoped. The memories haunted her, catching her in the quiet moments - Sirius' face as he laughed at the head of the old kitchen table. Fred elbowing George as they dangled down their Extendable Ears to spy on yet another Order meeting. Tonks tripping over that hideous elephant leg umbrella stand and setting off Mrs Black. Hermione wasn't sure things ever could go back to being normal, for how could things be normal when there were so many people missing?

She caught herself before the sadness became overwhelming and turned her attention back to the task at hand. Harry knew that her time at Grimmauld Place was temporary, with the money she set aside from her parents and the reward money that came with her Order of Merlin First Class she had more than enough to purchase a small two bed flat on the Muggle side of London. To say it was cosy was an understatement but it would be totally hers, a place to regroup and start to rebuild her life. She had considered going back to Hogwarts but the childish magic and delight of the place had been wiped clean for her. She doubted she would ever be able to step foot in there without picturing the death and destruction of the battle - no matter how many times Minerva assured her that the castle was almost fully rebuilt. It had now been 2 months since the end of the war and she was ready to start moving forward and it just so happened that the perfect opportunity had presented itself in that morning's Prophet.

Wanted - Muggle Born Witches and Wizards to Sponsor Former Death Eater's in the New Ministry Approved Rehabilitation Program!

Today the newly appointed Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, has laid out the Ministry's latest scheme to rehabilitate former Death Eaters back into society. He is calling for any and all Muggle Born witches and wizards to volunteer to sponsor one of the "Level 2" Death Eaters - so named as they bear the mark yet show true remorse for their actions or have been ruled to be too young to consent to the marking as they were under the age of 17 at the time.

This paper covered the first of the Ministry's new humane Azkaban policies earlier this month when it was announced that Dementors would no longer be patrolling the halls - even those containing "Level 1" Death Eaters. (Skip to Pg 9 for a feature on Dementors - Are they bad at heart or just seriously misunderstood creatures?) This was understandably met with scepticism from the British Wizarding public - no word yet on how they will take this latest reform.

Under the new reform volunteer sponsors would be required to house a "Level 2" prisoner in their home for the next 6 months and assist them on an educational programme to integrate them into respectable society. The programme is said to include a number of tasks designed to educate the prisoners on Muggle society with the aim of preventing future prejudice amongst younger generations. Sponsors can submit a particular preference of prisoner or otherwise will be matched to someone of a similar age to help form a mutually beneficial bond. On successful completion of the programme the reformed prisoner will be released back into society under a number of parole regulations for the remaining year of their sentence.

All interested volunteers should report to the Ministry of Magic at 10am tomorrow to undertake the matching process.

Skip to Pg 5 for a list of "Level 2" convicted prisoners who we believe are eligible for the programme.

She quickly chewed on her bacon and began to make a mental list of everything she would need to do before reporting to The Ministry tomorrow. She had got the keys to her flat just a few days earlier so was still in the process of buying furniture and now she would have to make sure her small second bedroom would be fit to live in full time. That meant a trip into Muggle London and she should probably move her stuff out of Grimmauld Place if she was getting a house guest from tomorrow.

That just left the unenviable task of informing Ron that his sworn enemy would be coming to live in her box room. Maybe an owl would suffice? Sometimes when dealing with Ron the cowardly way out was best - at least this way he wouldn't say things to her that he couldn't take back. She nodded, giving him some time to process it and calm down seemed like a logical idea. Confident with her plan she put her plate in the sink and headed out to tick off some tasks, she was feeling brighter already. There was nothing Hermione Granger loved more than a solid plan.

Next time: Fun with Hermione at the Ministry!