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Hermione was furious that Ron was treating her like a child. She was sure that her old friend would take her seriously, but he acted like it was all in her head. She spent the next day in a bad mood and realized that just sitting around wouldn't do any good. Yes...of course. A thought came to her and she wondered how she could be so stupid.
She apparated to Hogsmeade and realized that she was coming to Hogwarts unannounced. Well, just worry about that later she thought. She did some shopping in Hogsmeade but after awhile realized that she couldn't put it off much longer. She walked her way to Hogwarts, reliving the last few years she spent at Hogwarts and realized that Harry was in almost every single one of her memories.
She finally reached the castle, and noted how remarkable it was that it was still standing after the wars with Voldemort. She smiled slightly as she saw young students in class, even if they weren't enjoying them. She was relieved that people could still get an education, regardless of what their blood status was.
She made her way to Dumbledore's old office and knocked politely. McGonagall must have become Headmistress for she was currently occupying the office.
"Ms. Granger!" she said, sounding surprised.
"Hello, Professor." Hermione said, remembering her manners. "Is it alright if I come in?" she asked, hoping that she would get a good response.
"Of course, Ms. Granger." McGonagall said and walked back into the office, inviting Hermione inside.
"What brings you here?" McGonagall asked.
"I wanted to speak to Dumbledore." Hermione said, hoping that she didn't sound crazy.
"Yes, of course. I presume that you want it to be in private?" she asked, but not really looking for an answer.
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said. McGonagall nodded and left the room.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione called, searching the wall for his portrait.
"Over here!" she heard a voice say cheerfully.
She found Dumbledore's portrait and walked over to it.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore asked.
"I wanted to ask you something, Professor."
"Fire away."
"Is there any way that I can bring Harry back? Dumbledore looked almost as if he was expecting this question.
"Ms. Granger, as I said before when I was alive, someone is not truly dead until he is forgotten by those who remember him."
"Is that a yes?" Hermione asked, listening closely.
"There is a way, Ms. Granger. You will have to come across someone, or something than young Harry did before, but I cannot say anything more than that." Dumbledore then closed his eyes and fell asleep. Hermione felt almost happy, yet disappointed that Dumbledore wouldn't give her enough information. She thought for a moment. Someone or something?
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