"What a bloody waste of time!" Hermione exclaimed after she had read the last line of the letter. All witches and wizards have to report at their allocated time to the Ministry of Magic to get tested on their bloodlines to track the population after the war and there was surely many questions on ownerships of assets and properties after so much death and missing persons.

Hermione thought to herself that it's a complete waste for her to attend because, obviously, she is muggleborn and therefore the only magic in her bloodline and no issues of ownership should arise considering it was all only what she had! Hermione's parents still lived in Australia after having their memories obliviated to keep them safe before the Golden Trio went on the run. They remained blissfully unaware of the wizarding world or that they even had a daughter to begin with. After much research and experimentation it was deemed impossible for their memories to be restored and Hermione was understandably devastated but reconciled with the fact that they were content and safe, and that she had a sort of family in the wizarding world.

"Uhh!" Hermione shouted, throwing the letter into the fireplace and watched the scroll curl under the heat of the flames and blackened at the edges until it was consumed in a brighter flame and burned to ashes. She had enough going on with her busy work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures passing laws enabling werewolves to have almost equal rights to wizards and enacting that house elves were to receive a minimum wage, carrying on her SPEW work post-graduation. Add on top of that the fact that her and Ron had recently split after trying a relationships following their kiss during the Battle but the bastard had cheated on her and left her for Lavender Brown, ruining their friendship but also putting a strain on her relationship with the Weasleys. She always had Harry though, he had still stuck by her no matter what and visited her at her flat where she now lived alone.

Never mind that now though, back to the task at hand. The letter from the Ministry had given her an allotted time at 3pm in a few days, plenty of time to stew in her thoughts and it let her frustration build more at the pointless charade since she knew what the result would be.

Hermione Jean Granger.

Muggleborn.

No magical inheritance, assets or land to claim.

No living relatives. (She had wiped her parents existence away)

Life - 93 Hermione - 0

Yes she had grown to be somewhat pessimistic towards the world, her job showed how far behind magical society was every single day. Not only that but since the war ended while people stopped calling her Mudblood, she found that she was now seen as merely a trophy or broodmare, being flooded with proposals and offers of courtship. No one admired her for her bravery, her intelligence or her kindness, merely the status of being with one third of the Golden Trio and the glory and riches associated with the title. Hermione sometimes wished that she could just go back to being 'The Know-it-All' or hell even being called Mudblood meant that people were honest about what they thought of her. The world gained so much when the good side won the battle, but sometimes it felt like Hermione was the loser in the end, or just forgotten.

A tapping on the window pulled Hermione out of her pity party and she opened it to reveal Hedwig, one of the few constants in her life.

"Thanks, girl" she whispered to the white and speckled owl, giving a few strokes to the owls head before it hooted once and flew off into the dark night sky, not needing a letter in return. Hermione shut the window to keep the cold air out and turned to lean against the windowsill.

Dear Hermione,

I'm sure by now you've also received one of those bloody letters from the Ministry. They can't even wait two months since the battle ended to start conversation about bloodlines and separating people again. Molly has sent me a letter to invite the two of us to dinner tomorrow to talk about this and no doubt try to set me up with Ginny again. I just wanted to let you know and tell you that I'll always have your back, and don't worry too much about the Ministry letter. I'll see you tomorrow night.

Love, Harry

Of course Molly has already set up dinner, never needing too small an excuse to gather everyone together. Everyone had thought after the battle that Harry and Ginny would end up together considering their kisses and how much time they spent together, but Harry found her to be no more than a sister now, and also the fact that she reminded him far too much of his own mother. Gross!

Hermione sighed, throwing that letter too into the fireplace and resigned herself to the fact that she would be having dinner tomorrow you Harry and the Weasleys, and that no doubt Ron and Lavender would be there too. 'Oh well, that is a concern for tomorrow' Hermione thought before a yawn escaped her, signalling it was time for bed. She brushed her teeth, put her hair into a silk bonnet to control the frizz, and fell asleep with a smile on her face, imagining the ways she could torment Ron tomorrow during dinner with George's help.