The war had ended, but the scars of it still ran deep through the wizarding world. The Ministry of Magic was no longer the looming, corrupt giant it had been under Voldemort’s shadow. Rebuilding it—restoring trust, stability, and hope—had required someone brilliant, unyielding, and relentless. Someone like Hermione Granger.

It had been two years since she’d taken the office of Minister of Magic. At first, she hadn’t wanted the title—politics seemed like a murky game for people who cared more for power than principle. But when the Wizarding World had practically begged for her to step up, Hermione had done what she always did: she rose to the challenge.

You, on the other hand, had fought your way through the rubble of the Auror Office, becoming the Head Auror after Kingsley recommended you personally. While Hermione rebuilt the world on parchment and policy, you rebuilt it on the ground—catching stray Death Eaters, dismantling lingering threats, and standing as the Ministry’s sharp blade where Hermione was its heart.

“Head Auror, you’re late, again.” Hermione’s voice called out as you stepped into her office. Her tone wasn’t truly scolding, but it carried that signature Hermione edge—firm, precise, and laced with a hint of humor.