This story takes place twenty years after the Battle of Hogwarts and a few years after the war against Gaia.

                                                                  Hermione

A tough day of work was coming to its end. As the minister of magic, Hermione did not even have time to breathe because of her busy schedule. Death Eaters still on the run to arrest, muggles having seen their neighbors practicing magic, Hogwarts students having used some kind of spell outside the school; the problems were endless, giving her no free time. Everyday, she came back home at night exhausted. She saw her children only during the school holidays, and only in the morning, before going to work. Her husband, Ron Weasley, who had a joke shop with his brother, had a much simpler schedule, as he opened and closed the store whenever he wanted.However, despite all this fatigue, she never regretted having accepted the position of Minister of Magic, and was proud to have arrived this far. 

So, after getting lost in her thoughts for a good five minutes, she left her office, satisfied, because she had just settled a problem between two wizards that lasted about two months, and she was finally able to reconcile them. Once home, she changed quickly and settled on the couch next to her husband, against which she snuggled. They sat there doing nothing, one in the arms of the other, as they were used to.

So Hermione, who had been bothered for a while, said to Ron:

-"Ron, have you ever thought about the origin of the Witchcraft world? What was there before the founding of Hogwarts? Have you ever asked yourself such questions?"

-"You know, darling; because of my job and my overloaded program, I do not have time to think of stuff like that. Unlike you, who have plenty of free time, he says," a small smile on his lips.

Hermione laughed silently. Ron had the gift of making her smile even in the worst moments, and it was something she loved about him.

He continued, "Frankly when do you have time to think about all this? You drive Me crazy!

But Hermione was lost in her wild dreams and her desperate thoughts.

- "I would LOVE to pierce the mystery of our origin. I think I should go Saturday to the library for ..."

-"Hermione, it's the 13-year-old girl who is showing up, here."

With these words, the door opened abruptly, breaking the romantic atmosphere that reigned in the house.

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Special thanks to Wings_make_you_fly  for the cover. I just loved it😍