TUESDAYS CHILD.
Hermione Granger had had an interesting career post war. She's joined the DMLE, after completing her NEWTS, along with Harry and Ron, not through a desire to be an Auror but because it's what the boys had wanted and back then they had been loathed to be parted. Ron hadn't passed training, and Harry had decided that what he really wanted to be was a father. Hermione however had discoverd that she was good at the job. Better than good in fact. As a trainy they'ed been given cold cases to study. After Hermione had solved three in her first six months, shed been elevated to the rank Auror a whole six months ahead of schedual. She's been instrumental in the capture of a number of Death Eaters. Five years after joining she was promoted to the rank of head Auror before the International Confederation Of Wizards poached her for the Grey Coats. The grey coats were one part Unspeakable, one part Auror, and one part Obliviator. It was thier job to go after the real dangers, the Grindlewards and Volermorts of the world.

She couldn't say she loved the job. In fact most days she hated it. There were things she could never forget. Things she could share with almost no one. She stuck with it because it was all she knew. Because She knew the cost to humanity if she wasn't there.
The job had aged her. Isolated her. She was only thirty but her hair was snow white. She hadn't been home to see the boys in over two years. She couldn't you how old her god children were or when there birthdays were

Something was bringing her home know.

Some how. Some way. Some one had managed to bring the dead back to life. Someone had managed to summen Riddles victims from the Veil in the MOM.