Hermione Granger. Part of the Golden Trio of Hogwarts, Brightest witch of her era, helped The Harry Potter bring down Voldemort. She didn't want that to be all her life ever was though. She loved her life with Harry and Ron and was glad that she'd been apart of something so grand but now, as she made a life for herself in the wizarding world, she wanted to be seen apart from it. Sighing she ran her hand through her now smooth hair wondering when her employer would write her back with an exchange place for the artifact she'd secured for him. She'd never been the hottest at school, no; she was always the smart one. Obviously brains and beauty didn't go together with school and fighting for your life and your best friend's lives on yearly bases didn't give her any time to practice defrizzer or straightening charms. But after she'd left school over a year ago she mastered those charms and the rest just came with age she had guessed and as usual she was right. She became quite beautiful in the years she'd traveled the globe helping secure rare and antique artifacts, or at least that's what the guys she had met since then said. For the past 5 years she'd get letters to “Lady H” to help them find objects of interest to them. She bargained, bribed, flirted with the owners, whatever it took to get the score and then she'd send her employer an owl saying she'd secured the object. They'd meet in some place and then exchange. They'd get their object and she'd get lots of money, depending on how dangerous the mission had been and how valuable it is, their repeat business and a few new clients that they'd tell about her. She walked away with all that and no one had ever figured out it was Hermione. Harry and Ron were blissfully unaware of her secret life as Lady H. They and the rest of the wizarding world for that matter thought Hermione traveled the globe furthering her schooling, gathering books and tid-bits of information from wizards and witches all over the world. She smiled as she wrote a note to her recent employer to meet her at midnight tonight on a rooftop in muggle London. After sending the owl off she started writing Harry and the rest of the Weasley's to let them know she was back in London humming along to a muggle song she'd heard recently. She still considered Harry and Ron her friends and she knew that because of everything they'd been through they'd always see her as one of their best friends but for Hermione things had changed. Hermione had distanced herself emotionally from them for quite some time now. She didn't know when it'd happened, perhaps during her first year as ‘Lady H'. She cared about them greatly but she'd begun to see that Harry and Ron would never be the friends she need and craved to have. Now Fred and George had stepped up to the role of her best friends. As if on cue they apparated into her living room just behind Hermione. They'd been in the middle of an argument but upon seeing Hermione they both fell silent before shouting “Mione,” together and tackling her to the ground of her flat. Laughing Hermione pushed them both off and sent one of her owls on with the letters to the rest of the Weasley's. Fred and George started bugging her about this and that and filling her in on what she'd missed with everyone. Laughing Hermione thought, ‘It's good to be home.'