Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, J.K Rowling does. I just give the characters crap to go through. So Rowling, Scholastic, please don't sue me.

Author's Note: This is my first fic. I got bored and I like to write so I started this story.

The Hogwarts Express screeched to a halt as Hermione Granger stood up. Her beauty had increased greatly over the years. Her auburn hair, once very bushy, was now tied in a conservative sort of bun. Hermione Granger had not ridden this train in over ten years. The scarlet-colored seats and light blue carpeting were exactly the way she remembered them. "Everyone off, now! Don't want to get hexed. You'll be green for days," called the conductor. Hermione made her way down the narrow stairs and off of the train and saw the Hogwarts castle in the distance. Her mind wandered to the memories of her first day at Hogwarts, and to her best friends, Harry and Ron. They had been so innocent and carefree. She longed to go back to those days.

Hermione was snapped out of that memory when a small, clumsy child walked into her.

"S-sorry ma'am. I g-guess I just wasn't paying attention. M-my Aunt is a- always onto me a-about that. I-" The boy was cut off there by Hermione.

"It's all right," she said, consoling him. The boy smiled at Hermione and took off running in the other direction, heading toward the calls of his peers. How he reminded her of Neville. She shook his image away from her mind. It was too painful to think about that now. Right now, she had to be strong.

Hermione slowly made her way to the carriages that traditionally took students (second year and above) to the castle. She sat down in a beautiful carriage with huge ivory sculptures of hippogriffs on either side. Again the images came flooding back: Hagrid, Buckbeak, Sirius. She wiped the thought from her mind. Stop it! Don't think about that now, plenty of time to reminisce later. Hermione brushed a rebellious strand of hair back, off of her face. I was called here for a reason, but why did he call me? Isn't there an Auror who can come? Someone... more experienced? Hermione didn't have time to answer her own questions, because at that moment the scenery around her began to change. The huge, white stallions had set off towards Hogwarts.

It wasn't long before they were close enough to the castle to make out the shape of a rather large (and from Hermione's past experience, dangerous) willow tree. They passed the lake, deep and black. It was oddly calm, no sign of the giant squid anywhere. In their fourth year, Hermione and her friends had discovered merpeople living in the depths of the lake. Hermione very much doubted that they lived there now. The castle grew larger and larger as the carriages approached. One by one the passengers got off. Hermione could hear the first-years in the distance, scared and confused in the small boats that carried them across the lake. They were in for quite a night. The school, the sorting hat, the overwhelming aura of magic -- everything had entranced her when she'd first arrived. Nothing she'd read in Hogwarts: A History could have prepared her for the spectacle. As she made her way through the front door, expertly dodging Peeves the Poltergeist's balloons, she stepped into the Great Hall. It was immaculately decorated with large banners: blue for Ravenclaw House, scarlet for Gryffindor, green for Slytherin, and yellow for Hufflepuff. Four huge tables were lined up in the hall. All were set with silverware and dishes, enough to serve a thousand students. Below the Great Hall, House-Elves worked tirelessly to make the food that would soon magically appear on the tables.

Hermione made her way to the back of the room. To the right of the staff table was a large oak door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob.

Unbeknownst to Hermione, behind the door stood a person whom she hadn't seen in more than ten years. The last time she'd spoken to him, she'd chewed him out for some foolish, now irrelevant, reason. He'd stormed off in the opposite direction. She'd heard about him infrequently over the past decade. Every so often, he was mentioned in a Daily Prophet article. He hadn't had an easy life since the tyrannical Lord Voldemort regained his former power. This would not be an easy reunion. Finally, she mustered up enough strength to open the door.

It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room. Only the fire in the hearth produced any light. The warm fire sent dark shadows flickering across the walls, giving them some eerie semblance of life. Hermione gave an involuntary shiver. Portraits of former Headmasters mounted on the walls fervently whispered to each other, but those most interesting aspect of the room, by far, were the two figures sitting in the easternmost corner. One of them stepped into the light. Scars from past battles littered his face, but one stood out in particular -- a lightning-shaped one on in the middle of his forehead.

"Hullo, Hermione. You look good," he said.

"Hello, Harry. You're not looking too bad yourself," she replied. Stepping into the light, Harry embraced Hermione lovingly.

"It's so good to see you."

"It's been a long time." Harry reluctantly released her and stepped back.

"I know. I meant to-" She was cut off by the other man, who was still sitting in the corner.

"How have you been, Hermione?" he asked.

"Fine, Percy, and you? How's life as headmaster of Hogwarts?" she replied with a wide grin.

"Oh, fantastic! But that is not why I asked you here." Percy gave Hermione a slight frown. "I have some new information on You-Know-Who. It might be the key to the total annihilation of our world or it might be just the break we need to topple You-Know-Who's reign. I've called upon you to make sure he gets the short end of the proverbial stick."

The intense looks in Harry and Hermione's eyes were all the reply Percy needed.

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