Bigotry means an intolerance towards those who hold different opinions from oneself. We, as a magical community, have survived two wars founded upon bigotry by the skin of our teeth. We have lost so many good people and have gotten rid of the most vile of us all. Now, we must rebuild by putting aside our differences, standing side by side to work together toward a brighter and better world for the next generation of magical children that hopefully never go through what this one has… the latest from Kingsley Shacklebolt in an effort to bring about more support for the changes he has been pushing for the past year. Scoffing she threw down the Daily Prophet and went to put her cup in the sink at Grimmauld Place, where she had been staying while she was waiting for her invitation to go back to Hogwarts. While she had offered to help rebuild the castle Professor McGonagall had said that she needed time to heal from the war but that did not stop her from studying all that she could. She heard an owl tap on the window and letting it in noticed the seal was from Hogwarts, she gave the owl food and water, while she opened the letter. She smiled to herself as the Head Girl Badge fell out of the package and the offer to be Professor McGonagall's assistant seemed like a great opportunity. She frowned as she read that Draco Malfoy would be the Head Boy this year but shrugged off the anxiety that she had about seeing him for the first time since Malfoy Manor.
She had packed up and got to King's Cross early to avoid the muggles that would be taking the train that morning of September 1. She found the Head Students compartment and realized that she was not the only student who had planned on getting to the Express before everyone else. "Hello Malfoy," She said not quite sure how this conversation would go. When she looked at his face, the bag she was holding in her hand fell out of her grasp and her hand flew to her mouth. It took her a few minutes to regain her ability to speak and when she did her voice sounded shaky, " W-w-what happened to you?" she asked Malfoy. She felt like her childhood nemesis had died as he was unrecognizable from the confident and cocky child she and her friends knew. Gone was the arrogant sneer and icy grey eyes, which she had come to think of as his signature look and now she was regretting thinking she knew him at all. "This is what happens when you live with an insane egomaniac and his followers in your home," he responded without the usual bite to his words, "What happened to you? You don't look like your normal bookworm self either."
Her eyes widened and she did not exactly know what to tell him about her part of the hunt for the Horcruxes. "I want to clarify something before I answer your question and my intention is not to insult or offend you but I am curious. Are you genuinely asking me what happened or is it that you feel obligated to ask?" When he laughed it shook her to her core like a cold wind had passed over her, "Gran-Hermione I am asking not because I am obligated but because I honestly care."
"When you are on the run from an egomaniac with snatchers trying to catch you, you do not get many options for dinner," She replied not knowing what to expect when they got to Hogwarts. They would soon be called to give the Prefects their orders for rounds and how would they deal with that?