Hey, this is my second fanfic I'm very excited about this one.

Hoping to make the chapters long with maybe less regular posts. I plan for this story to be a long one as I have a LOT of ideas, expect a 3rd person story on the life of Hermione post war including her inner struggle against her past. Not to mention the huge bomb shell that rattles her life forever! Also includes original and new characters, heavy on the Romione ;) Maybe some other pairings along the way to, some Dramione if your lucky! pls leave recommendations!

Hope you enjoy :))

p.s-some of the facts or anything that happens in my fic won't all be canon or true to the franchise so don't come for me hahaha, but do leave suggestions I'm always willing to adjust my storylines and characters.

It had been 5 years since Voldemort's defeat. Nothing had quite felt the same since, as if the world was empty. In a good way of course, everyone could live without fear of being caught, tortured, attacked or even killed. Most people that is.

Hermione Granger. The brightest witch of her age. Which in all honesty she was, by far. And yet her knowledge and wisdom may have aided her survival but her mental state became victim to the harsh reality of her life. The life she and her friends truly did not deserve.

Though, comfort was never far from Hermione. Having Ron Weasley as her boyfriend was the light she needed. He was her world. His stupid jokes and romantic gestures made Hermione almost forget everything they had all been through. Almost.

It had all got better of course. As time passed. Only recently had the loneliness returned, the long periods of isolation and silence. No one knew why. Hermione didn't have the strength to bother questioning it.

Ron was away a lot, you see. Being co-business owners with George meant most of the days in his week were spent at the shop. Made a hell of a lot of money though. There is no greater wealth than happiness. Hermione often told herself, sitting alone on her double bed. She had been granted time off, sick pay if you will. Though Hermione was not 'sick', she refused the money in fact. Working at the ministry was tiresome, especially since her promotion as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcements. She saw it more as a holiday. A rather strange and oddly boring holiday.

Hermione was not just dependent on Ron, however. Her life consisted of many important people she cared about deeply. Lucky for her, others had more time to visit, keeping her company whilst Ron was away.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, just about. One of the many who felt the most relief after the war had ended. He was everyone's hero. Nothing had faulted the trios relationship, they were just as close, if not closer than they had ever been. Ginny included, creating the four of them, a double duo. Hermione and Ginny were so grateful to have each other for support and general comfort when they just needed some time to themselves.

Not only did Hermione's job entail her to take down and sentence master criminals in the wizarding world but also gave her the chance to visit Hogwarts regularly. Sometimes just as an excuse to see Minerva, Professor Mcgonagall to you! She was like a second mother to Hermione, along with Molly, and ever since the war the Hogwarts headmistress became very lonely. Hermione deemed their situations as relatable in some way or another, both struggling with the truth of the past, so she believed it was her duty to support a friend.

As for the remaining supporters of Voldemort, they had either perished, been sent to Askaban for their crimes or with no real leader been driven into hiding, or rather waiting. Hermione had to deal with a lot of backlash from the war, not aiding her recovery at all.

There was one family, however, which managed to escape the grasp of justice. The Malfoys whereabouts were unknown, situation unknown, for all Hermione knew they could be dead. Not their style unfortunately.

It was a crisp Thursday evening, Hermione had once again found herself alone in bed. I'm running late tonight, busy busy, very sorry love you x -Ron. Not unusual during a festive period, it was almost December of course. A time of celebrations, and shopping apparently.

The witch jolted, turning her body, twisting her head, sleep just sleep. Her eyes laid upon it. Her body a constant reminder. Filth. Pain. Torture.

Mudblood

This was just an introduction don't worry the chapters will be longer!

Can't wait to continue, bye for nowww :))