Four pairs of eyes were fixed on the unmoving vase, all widened in shock

Four pairs of eyes were fixed on the unmoving vase, all widened in shock. Hermione's widest of all.

"Wingardium Leviosa" she whispered. She repeated it, louder this time, and moving her wand more violently. She kept repeating it, each time getting louder and louder, until she was screaming.

"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

Hermione was now shaking her wand violently until it almost flew out of her hand. Leaping forward, Harry grabbed the wand, just as it slipped through her fingers. Ginny caught her as she collapsed, her body shaking with sobs. Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione's small frame and sank to the floor with her, rocking them both back and forth. Ron stared at the sobbing woman before him, at a loss for what to do.

"Hermione," he said gently, kneeling down beside her. "It's going to be ok. Alright?"

He tentatively put a hand on her shoulder, which soften her crying.

"Yeah," Harry joined in the conversation. "We'll figure something out."

"Has there ever been anything we haven't gotten through?" asked Ron.

Hermione looked up, sniffling, and shook her head.

"No." She rubbed her red, puffy eyes and hiccupped.

"How about this?" said Ginny, while Ron stood up and offered his hand to Hermione. "Hermione, you change out of those clothes, we'll get you cleaned up, and then we can go talk to Dumbledore."

Hermione nodded and took Ron's hand. Ron paused, then quickly hugged her, surprising her.

"It really is going to be ok." He murmured, before letting go and rushing up the stairs. Hermione stared after him, a faint blush rising on her tear-stained cheeks.

Hermione stood in the familiar shower, letting the hot water run down her body, washing away the dirt and grime that covered her. After thoroughly washing her hair and drying off, she pulled on a pair of Ginny's old jeans-which fit her comfortably-a t-shirt, again, Ginny's, and a one of Ginny's big warm-up jackets. She tied the laces of her shoes, the one thing that was actually hers, and proceeded to dry her hair.

"Professor," began Harry. "We've…uh…run across a bit of a problem."

Professor Dumbledore was seated behind his desk, Harry, Ron, and Ginny in front of him. Hermione was still in the shower.

"Your worried about Miss Granger, aren't you?" asked Dumbledore. Harry wasn't surprised anymore. Dumbledore knew everything.

"Yes sir," said Harry nodding. "Her magic is-"

"Gone."

The three teenagers turned to the door, where Hermione's mother and father stood. Her father continued.

"We have a theory." Arogon stepped foreword, as Arwen followed.

"Hermione was home for a total of eleven months. I think that's enough time for her powers to be buried." Arwen explained.

"But not permanently, of course." Added Dumbledore. "She will be able to get her powers back. It will take time and practice."

When Ron asked how much time it would take, Dumbledore told him not to rush things.

"Her powers will return in due time, don't worry. Now why don't you go find Miss Granger and inform her of this.

Dumbledore's blue eyes smiled as he usherd the three out of his office. As soon as the door closed he turned to the royalty currently standing in his office.

"Now," he began as he guided them to the chairs previously occupied by the teenagers. "about this ceremony. You wish for it to be held here?"

"Part of it here." Corrected Arwen. "Since this has been our daughter's home for so long, we decided that part of it should be held here, with her magic family."

Dumbledore nodded.

"When is this ceremony?" he asked.

"At her coming of age. When she leaves this school." Awnserd Aragon.

Again, Dubmledore nodded.

"Verry well. I'll see what I can do."