Edited 10/2/2023 Minor Grammar/Spelling
Here you go, friends!
Sunday, September 6, 1998
Gods, the days were blending together, Hermione thought to herself. But I suppose that's what adulthood looks like. Most days are usually a mostly similar repetition of the last.
She sighed heavily, as she watched from her seat on the back lawn. Draco and Theo each had one of her parents in a broom and were helping them fly around. Richard was giggling and shouting and Jean looked pleased at how fast she'd picked up the new skill.
She was finding that she needed something to fill her time. It seemed that usually after an exciting couple of days she felt a large emotional crash. She looked away from the flyers and stared absentmindedly at her book, making sure to turn a page every so often.
She's never seen herself as a woman of leisure and even the typical Pureblood housewife duties didn't seem to fill enough time. She was feeling a bit disconnected , knowing that in large part it was the lack of learning and challenge.
After a while she felt her dad settle on the grass next to her. "How is your book?" He asked softly.
She sighed, he could always see right through her. Her depression was definitely inherited from him, and it was one of the things that he'd always been able to pull out of her when she was younger.
"I'm feeling rather unmoored," she said, turning to watch the three flyers again.
"Do you know why?" Richard asked, leaning back on his elbows.
"I'm not sure what my purpose is. I know it's to end the war, but that doesn't feel like it's me specifically."
"I wonder how much of this is to do with Hermione Granger being killed?" Richard asked, turning to look at her.
Hermione blinked a few times. Could that be it? she asked herself cautiously. I'm not Hermione Granger and to most of the world she no longer exists.
"I don't know…" she said aloud.
"I know that when your Mum and I got together I had a whole crisis of identity. I'd always been Richard Granger, just a typical Brit, but after marrying your Mum I realised just how much I'd taken for granted."
She turned to look at him. "We both went through a rather tumultuous transition during those first few years," he said with a soft chuckle, "We were seen as quite radical, something, as you know, I've never been."
Hermione tried to picture anyone thinking of Richard as radical. He was the most dad-like dad she'd ever met. He made stupid puns and wore cheesy dental themed t-shirts. He wore dad sneakers and just was such a…dad.
"What would Hermione Granger be doing right now if the war had already been won?" Richard asked after a few minutes of silence.
"She'd be back in school, although with Scorp…" she trailed off. "I don't want anyone to think that I don't want him. I want him more than you could know."
"No one thinks that, pumpkin," he said, smiling at her. "So, it sounds like you need to go back to school."
"What?" Hermione said looking at him like he'd gone mad. "I'm a Muggleborn, dad and Myuh already graduated."
"Yes, but didn't you say there are a whole slew of other Muggleborns who're missing their education as well?" he asked, as if it was the most obvious solution in the world.
Hermione stared at him. "Dad," she said abruptly, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, "you're a genius!"
Moments later she was sitting at a table in the library making notes on what exactly the goals of the Granger Memorial School would be. By the time they were ready to go to Family Dinner, she had a three page overview along with lesson plan frameworks in place to present to Remus, Kingsley, and Minerva.
Dinner that evening was a relatively quiet affair. Only the Blacks, Harry, and the Granger-Malfoy-Notts were at the meal. The funeral for "Hermione Granger '' would be held the following day and most people who knew that Hermione was Myuh Malfoy-Nott had had the memory temporarily taken away after the battle. The Inner Circle now only consisted of the Malfoy-Notts (including Ginny and the Grangers), the Blacks (including Remus), Harry, Minerva, and Arthur.
About halfway through the meal, Hermione cleared her throat. "I'd like to propose an idea," when the group turned to look at her, she continued, "I'd like to work with Remus and Minerva to create a curriculum for our Order members who didn't get to finish school. I know there are a lot of Muggleborns who could use training in both the basics and the more advanced courses. It would obviously have to be a group effort, but I think we could make some pretty good strides?"
Theo sat up, "I could definitely help with Charms, I've always been quite good at them."
"I could write up a curriculum for Potions and Granger could observe the classes with my notes," said Draco with a grin.
"I think Remus could be Headmaster since Minerva is still at Hogwarts," Hermione said, getting excited at the positive response.
"I'd like to teach Defence," said Harry.
"I'd take Transfiguration," said Narcissa with a smirk.
"Nev could do Herbology," Hermione continued, "I'd really like to call it the Granger Memorial School, I think it would play off the fact that Hermione Granger is gone."
Remus smiled at her softly, "I think that's a wonderful name, Hermione. I'm honoured that you think I'd make an acceptable Headmaster, I think this is doable, Kings and I have been talking about building up some training anyways and this is a good opportunity for just that."
"We'll have to come up with some sort of undercover name for the pair of you, but I think that's doable as well," Kingsley said, looking between Hermione and Theo.
"I think you should announce it at the funeral tomorrow," Harry said, quietly.
"I think you should announce it at the funeral tomorrow, Harry," Andromeda said.
I feel like Hermione Granger needs a big to do about her death. I feel like I glossed over it too much, so tomorrow we'll get to see everyone's reactions to the Death of Hermione Granger.
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think or if you have any thoughts about what might happen next!
