mirror at her twenty-two year old self. Not just looked, but really took in what was before her – an adult with a full-time job and rent to pay. A wife with a loving husband whom she couldn't begin to picture life without. A woman with fashionable, yet professional, robes, a haircut she didn't completely hate and a life the buck-toothed, frizzy-haired, socially awkward girl she used to be was scared she would never have.

And it was mostly down to two people whom she loved dearly.

Almost in a daze, Hermione dashed out of the ladies, towards the lifts at the end of the corridor. Five minutes later, she found herself in the doorway of the Auror office, watching the two people who had changed her life for thebetter, throwing scrunched up balls of parchment at each other and ducking behind the walls of their cubicles.

"That was my eye!"

"So much for those Keeper reflexes, then."

There was a large crash as Ron used his wand to fire a bit of parchment at his best friend at high speed, hitting him smack in the face and knocking him off his chair.

"So much for being the bloody Saviour of Everything or whatever it is they call you."

"Dickhead."

"Knob-jockey."

"Tosser."

"Wank stain."

"Fuc-"

Hermione coughed to let her presence be known and the two men popped their heads over the sides of their respective hiding places, their eyes wide with shock. It took them a couple of seconds to realise that it was only her and not their boss before they stood up straight and