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Hermione smiled at the comfortable looking home. The white walled, blue rooved house was situated in a very secluded area of England, even Hermione wasn't sure where it was. The grass shone a bright emerald green and Hermione noted that the colour was the exact same shade as her daughters and his eyes.

She sighed when she thought of her job; it was strange how calmed she was in Jonathon's presence he seemed to understand something, whatever it was Hermione was not sure. She walked quickly down the damp hill, feeling the chill of dusk creeping through her clothes.

She ran a hand through her soft curls, wearisome; she reached out and opened the front door.

"Mi! You scared me half to death!" Lizzie exclaimed when Hermione entered the house looking thoughtful. Hermione ignored her cousin when she saw Emerald running down the stairs in her pinstriped pyjamas.

"Mummy!" Hermione knelt to the ground and Emerald flung her arms around Hermione's neck, a yawn escaping her lips.

"To bed I think? Its eight o'clock!" Hermione exclaimed and Emmy sighed, resting her head sleepily on her shoulder. Hermione stood and ascended the staircase, her daughter already close to slumber when they reached her pale blue room. Emmy had decided on the colour much to Hermione's surprise; blue after all, was Harry's favourite colour.

"Goodnight my angel." Hermione whispered, kissing Emerald's forehead.

"G'nite…mum."

Elizabeth Granger sat on the large white sofa comfortably, a glass of lemonade in one hand, her other hand twirling her hair. Lizzie looked up at Hermione curiously and Hermione sighed sitting heavily at the other end of the sofa almost on top of her companions feet.

"Spill." Lizzie said nonchalantly, it was an order, not a suggestion, Hermione noted. Hermione sighed and ran her fingers through her tamed hair.

"First day… I have been assigned two intensive care patients, Clara and Jonathon."

"I take it you know one of them?" Lizzie looked upon Hermione with inquisitive eyes, Hermione got the feeling she could read Hermione's facial expressions, perhaps her thoughts.

"Her name is Clara…Clara Weasley." Hermione placed her head in her hands when she heard the gasp of recognition.

"As in Ron Weasley?"

"As in Ron Weasley's niece, seven year old Clara, daughter of Charlie and Hannah Weasley." Liz nodded for her to continue and Hermione sighed. "It means I will have to talk to them… I haven't spoken to a Weasley in around five years now… and they are joined at the hip with-"

"-Harry." Liz finished and Hermione nodded sadly. "Mi… I think you should not worry about it… I mean, yes you will see them but they are your friends and Harry is bound to find out somehow… I mean you are famous Hermione… you can't really be seen for the first time in public in five years and not be the talk of the town." Liz stated and yawned. "And Mi I know you want to analyse this but seriously, go to bed… I still haven't gotten used to this time difference…" Hermione chuckled at this and Liz growled.

"That makes absolutely no sense! Its still day time in America!" the younger woman glared at Hermione and turned to walk away.

"I'm usually asleep in the day time." Lizzie yawned heavily and placed one foot on the staircase.

"Liz! Im going to dinner to an old friends place! You are coming!"

"Will there be any men?" Liz joked and Hermione snorted. Typical, always interested in looking and never accepting.

Liz was a beautiful girl, gorgeous in Hermione's opinion; she simply did not trust people, men in particular. Hermione knew it stemmed from her one serious relationship in her sixth year of magic school with one of her professors. The man had since been sacked, but with him he took Elizabeth's integrity, trust and her innocence.

Liz had never been with a man since, she hated the fact but knew that when the right man came along she would know it and would learn to trust and love again.

***

Minerva. The elderly witch looked down at the familiar handwriting and frowned slightly, Harry Potter had not contacted her in many years, and Minerva suspected it was because she refused to tell him where Hermione was. She looked up at her predecessor and saw the curiosity in his twinkling blue eyes.

She looked out of the tall windows of her office and smiled as the warm rays of sunlight washed over her face, the sun had just begun to rise over the mountains that encompassed Hogwarts and she sighed heavily. She turned back to her morning mail and gently prized open the letter.

Minerva,

Forgive me for being so rude these past few years; I know that I had no right to avoid you. I know that Hermione requested that you don't tell anyone of her whereabouts but I was-am so consumed with this uncontrollable need to see her.

I am in hope that you will agree to meet with me, I have heard a rumour that a position shall be opening up very soon at Hogwarts and I was interested in applying for it.

Before you wonder, being an auror has not stopped all of the pain I felt during the war and still feel now. The pain was amplified by losing Hermione, that however was my fault. Seeing so many horrible things have caused me even greater sorrow, I have nothing but work ever since she left; I have only work and I am suffocating.

I do not expect you to want to meet me or even talk to me but I beg of you… I need something to live for again, Hermione was the only reason I still breathed and I need life again…

So if you would even consider replying to this letter, I would appreciate it a lot, even if it's a rejection.

Thankyou,

Sincerely,

Harry Potter.

She removed her rectangular framed glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to stem the emotional onslaught that was threatening to come. She looked up when she heard a slight cough from behind her.

"I never would have thought he would experience something more painful than the war itself." Dumbledore said thoughtfully and Minerva's eyebrow arched in confusion.

"Bereavement of the heart… it will eventually kill her you know." Dumbledore said darkly and Minerva gasped.

"What! You never told me that!" Dumbledore bowed his head at this and ran his fingers through his beard thoughtfully.

"Because I thought he would have chased after her, found her and warmed her heart once more."

"But she does not want him… she thinks he's happy! I must go to her!" Minerva's voice panicky she stood and Dumbledore made a small noise.

"No. they must find each other naturally. But I do agree that she needs to know about her deteriorating condition. She needs to make specific arrangements for Emerald."

"Emerald?" Minerva whispered perplexed.

"Their daughter of course." Minerva collapsed into her seat and reached for her bottle of firewhisky. Albus chuckled at her shocked expression and Minerva growled.

"Isn't it a bit early for whisky Minnie?" she glared daggers at his portrait which caused him to laugh once more, louder this time. "Oh my friend you are very entertaining."

"Don't laugh Albus; it is not as entertaining as you might see it. So tell me, is Harry the only cure for Hermione?" she inquired sternly and Dumbledore let out a low whistle.

"No, there is one other cure, but it must be provided by someone who is completely in love with her and willing to sacrifice their life to give her their heart." Dumbledore stated simply and Minerva swallowed.

"She would never allow Harry to do that."

"Who said anything about Harry Potter?"

***

Dear Mr. Potter,

I would love to have dinner with you at Hogwarts to discuss the possibility of you taking up the position of defence against the dark arts teacher.

Please come this Thursday evening at 6pm sharp. I shall be at the head table waiting for you.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall.

AN

I will probably be able to write emotively because … something is happening in my life which will allow it I hope….

Hopefully everything works out

For both myself

And of course harry and Hermione :P

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