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“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001) dir. Chris Columbus
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To Mr. Ronald Weasley and Mr. Harry Potter; Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes; Diagon Alley; London; UK
18th December 1998
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry
Scotland
Dear Ron and Harry,
Hogwarts without you is now so strange. It isn’t the place that it used to be. Without you two, without Dumbledore, it’s different school and yet the same school. 
Altough there is a thing that never changed - Hagrid’s biscuits. Every Friday afternoon we two meet and enjoy a tea and his biscuits. And remember the past events. Last time we laughed when we tree tried to get Norbert to the tower so Charlie could pick him up. I honestly don’t know how we could get the dragon up the tower without getting noticed. Of course, there was Malfoy that told about our mission to professor McGonagall but still...
Anyway! I’m planning to get to London for this Christmas holidays so looking forward to meet you all again. 
Ron, I hope that your job at  Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes is going well. 
Harry, you have to tell me everything about what is like to become an auror!
I’m looking forward to see you soon,
with all my love,
your friend Hermione Granger
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OOC: 6 years ago I met this awesome Scabior back on Facebook. Unfortunately thanks to all that nuking and reasonless banning, I lost contact with him /her?/ after few stories.
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“George Weasley, do you marry Hermione Jean Granger?”
“I do.”
“Hermione Jean Granger, do you marry George Weasley?”
“I do.”
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17th December 1997
Harry and I did a little research the last evening. We’ve been looking for the meaning of the strange sigils that are drawn on the pages of The Tales of Bard the Beedle. The triangle sigil looks so familiar to me, like I’ve already seen it. But where...?
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That blissful moment you enter your page and it appears you’re still logged on. Ah, like magic.
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16th December 1997
It’s been couple of weeks since Ron left. It’s colder and colder outside. And Christmas are in a few days. Where he might be? I hope he is alright and alive! I miss him so much...
Please, he must be alright.
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A New Mission
/ 1996; Half-Blood Prince /
It was a gloomy afternoon and Hermione joined Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room with a rather upset grimace upon her face. There was also an obvious frown in her forehead. ,,Hermione, is everything alright?" Harry asked and looked at her together with Ron. ,,No!" She snapped for no reason and it made Ron jump. With a shook of her head, few of her bushy strands fell over her shoulders. ,,Uhm, what happened?" Harry asked again. ,,What happened?! You-," Hermione paused before taking a deep breath to calm herself down and lower the voice. ,,You don't know?" She scanned Harry and Ron with her eyes. ,,What exactly we should know?" Ron carefully asked and Hermione rolled her eyes. ,,Members of Wizengamot just decided to keep Umbridge in Azkaban forever. The final life imprisonment decision was heard this morning." She explained. ,,And why are you so upset? I mean...she deserves it, right?" Harry replied. ,,Blimey, Hermione. Everyone hated her. Are you on her side now?" ,,For Merlin's beard, don't you remember what happened to her in the Forbidden Forest? The centaurs kidnapped her. They want to sue them too." ,,Bloody hell..." Ron whispered. ,,Exactly. Members of Wizengamot don't tolerate any attack on any wizard." ,,But they saved our lives. Somebody should tell them. I mean...we can't just sit here and do nothing. Remember what happened to Buckbeak? They killed him and we had to go back in the time to save him. Do you still have the Time Turner, don't you?" ,,I do but Harry, we can't use it. It's been quiet some time since then and it wouldn't be wise to use it." ,,But we could save them. We could save Sirius too..." Harry swallowed. Hermione and Ron looked at each other. They could understand how Harry felt about Sirius. It was painful to talk about him as well. ,,Harry, I wish we could save Sirius too. Again. But we can't. If we go this far, some of us could die. Maybe we can go and talk to Dumbledore. Convince him somehow that the centaurs are innocent. But that's all we can do." Hermione explained. ,,Hermione's right, Harry." With a polite gesture, Hermione took Harry's hands to hold them. Comfort him that he's not alone. Losing Sirius was like losing another family member. Hermione and Ron knew how much Sirius meant for Harry.
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Come on, cheer up, it’s nearly Christmas.
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Where Is My Mind?
After the war, Hermione has returned home to find a way how to bring back a memory of her parents. Before she joined up Harry and Ron to search for the Horcruxes and a way how to defeat Voldemort, Hermione wipped away the memory of her parents. She found it the best way how to protect them. Even it was the most painful decision in her life, she had to do that.
When Voldemort was defeated and gone for good, everything seemed to be normal again. And it was if she had her parents back. They now lived a happy life in Paris. Since the end of the Second Wizarding War, Hermione never stopped searching for the spell or potion that could bring the memory of her loved ones back.
Now she was sitting in their old house, in front of the couch with her nose buried in the book. For a brief moment Hermione glanced to the empty frames above the fireplace cornice. The pictures of her childhood and her parents used to be there. Now they were only the empty frames with a blanked canvases.
A sigh escaped Hermione's mouth and the tears hid her hazel irises. Back in Hogwarts she was called as a bright witch of her age. But now? She felt only a suffocating helplessness and immense dispair. The empty frames were like a reflection of Hermione's soul. The missing parts.
"Hermione, open." Her father said to little Hermione and she opened her mouth. Mr. Granger leaned in to check on Hermione's teeth that were perfectly healthy. Altough there was one missing incisor as she had her baby tooth yet now was replaced with a permanent tooth there was slowly growing up from her gum. "Ahhh, I can see it. Another of your permanent tooth." Mr. Granger smiled and stepped back from Hermione so she could rinse her mouth. "I knew that, daddy. When I was falling asleep the last night, I had a feeling that Tooth fairy will not visit me anymore." "Well, you've given her enough and she helped your permanent teeth to grow up." "I know. I thanked her. But I think that mommy is a Tooth fairy too." Mr. Granger chuckled at his daughters voice and Hermione grinned at him too.
Hermione wipped away the tears as the memory for her childhood came to her mind. But she refused that there is not any way how to bring people's memories back. There just must have been something. The spells was erasing memories, not destroying them after all.
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Make Me Choose → @cordeliaburkle asked: The Hunger Games or Harry Potter? ↳ Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all, those who live without love.
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“At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,” said Hermione sharply. “They got in on pure talent.” The smug look on Malfoy’s face flickered. “No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,” he spat. Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him.
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“This picture is taken before Ron left us. After the event, I spent many nights without a sleep. The times were hard and I was so scared that he might become captive. I was so scared...crying for like three nights straight.”
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“I’ve been answering questions about House Elves Rights days ago. And these adorable kittens were with me.”
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Emma Watson & Kittens 💘
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“ ‘ello beautiful.”
| 2nd May 1998 |
Second Wizarding War was over. Now it was time to say farewell to the closest ones and start a new chapter. Ron was with his family in the Great Hall, crying over the death of his beloved brother, embracing George and Harry was with Hagrid and the rest of the members of Order of the Phoenix. Even the battle was over, some people were chasing the escaping Deatheaters. Soon the Dementors should arrive to get them to Azkaban. The ruins of the Great Hall were filled with the painful sadness and tears. Hermione needed to get out for a moment. Get a breath. And be alone for a moment. Passing through the courtyard where Lord Voldemort was defeated, the feet of the brightest one brought her to the path leading to the Hogwarts Grounds. But the bridge was broken. With a sigh, Hermione sat down on the rock that used to be a part of the castle. Inhaling a breath, she closed her eyes for a while. And in the moment the memories for her parents has projected, the day when she erased their minds before she left home, the day when Ron left her and Harry and she couldn't sleep for days because she was too scared about him, the moment when Voldemort whispered into their minds. Her chin trembled due these painful memories and with a shook of her head, she re-opened her eyes. The irises of hers now were hidden beyond the salty tears but a strange noise interrupted her. Hermione's eyes narrowed it's way and she spotted the known fabric of her scarf. With a heartbeat, she jumped on her feet and watched the rocks slowly moving. A cough came next, together with revealing black coat and the known hair. Black and red, now hidden under the dust of the fallen ruins. One of the snatchers that she remembered well. He was the one that brought her, Harry and Ron to Malfoy's Manor for a reward. Scabior. Hermione reached for her wand in the back pocket of hers and aimed it. It took a minute and he rose on his feet. "O, 'ello beautiful. It seems that you and I can't live without each other, can we?" He chuckled. "Wait...ya wouldn't attack a wounded man, would ya?" He pointed to the bleeding scratch on his right cheek and stepped forward. "I wouldn't. But if I have no choice, I'll defend myself." Hermione answered with a courage tone in her voice. "Well, well, it seems that ya can't resist my charm, I reckon. But no need to defend yerself. I ain't goin' to hurt ya." He took another step. "Oh no, I would never." "Liar!" Hermione hissed at him. "You brought us to Malfoy's Manor. You and your friends sold us." "Yer right. And with a heavy heart, I abandoned ya. Please, forgive me. And believe when I tell...ya were always my favorite one. See?" Scabior yanked on the ending of the rainbow scarf that was losely wrapped around his neck while making another step forward. "I'm still wearin' it. The perfume yer wearin'...it's truly addictive." "Don't move!" Hermione angrily hissed at the snatcher. She hated the thought that she would attack unarmed man but if there's no other choice, she had to do it anyway. "Alright. I will not move. But ya owe me somethin'. What is your name?" "You know my name." "I mean your real name. What - is - it? What do they call ya?" No answer. Just an empty swallow that came through Hermione's pale neck. If he knew that Penelope is not her real name, she had no doubt that he knows who she really is. "I've heard that two friends are with Harry Potter. The ginger fellah called Ron," Scabior checked out Hermione with a cheeky smirk. "But I'm sure yer not him. And the girl, muggleborn, Hermione Granger. I must say, the name suits ya. Just like the perfume of yours. Together yer like," he took the ending of the scarf into his hand to bring it to his nose and sniffed it's scent. "Harmony." Before Hermione was able to give him any answer, somebody grabbed her from behind. Scabior rushed and took her wand. He leaned forward to look closely into her eyes but she turned her face away. "And 'ere we are again." The other snatcher giggled. As Scabior was leaning in, the call interrupted them. Harry approached the corridor and his eyes widened when he noticed the snatchers capturing Hermione. "Expelliarmus!" He called out and disarmed Scabior. With all of the strength, Hermione broke free from the grip of the snatcher and jumped for her wand. Meanwhile Harry attacked  the other one. Hermione's hand reached for the wand in the same time as Scabiors. They looked at each other and before she was able to say a word, they apparated away. "No!" Harry screamed. "Harry, here you are! What happened?" Dedalus Diggle approached behind Harry's back together with Kingsley Shacklebolt. "We saw you're gone so we're decided to find you. Dementors will be here shortly and we all should be together as they explore the place to capture the rest of the Voldemort's servant." Shacklebolt replied. "You don't understand. He took her away. The snatcher. He took Hermione away!" Harry screamed. "Who? Who took her away?" "I don't know his name! But we...we have to find them before he hurts her." "Harry, calm down. They can't escape far away. The whole wizarding society is alarmed. We find them shortly, I swear." Diggle tried to comfort him. "Right. We don't have much time! You don't understand. We have to find them before Dementors will. They don't see a difference between good and evil. I don't want to see another friend dying. I just...can't."
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