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Results and Far Away Intentions


Hermione sat in her parents study flipping through her copy of 'Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century'. It was now the 10th of August and she was still awaiting the results of her N.E.W.T.’s. If they didn’t come this week, she thought she might just go crazy. Just as these thoughts filtered through her head, her mum poked her head in the study door.

“Hermione dear, I think you had better come downstairs!” she stated a-matter-o-factly.

“Why? What’s wrong?” asked Hermione a little nervously.

“Well, there’s about a dozen owls downstairs with mail and they refuse to give it to anyone else-” but Jane Granger was cut off mid sentence because at the mention of magical post coming for her, Hermione jumped out of her chair and raced down the stairs. She ran into a kitchen full of chaos. Her father stood at the door with his muggle newspaper in shreds in his hands. All through out the kitchen was perched about a dozen owls. They were on the chairs, on the bench tops and on the table. Tawny, snowy, carrier, they were all there, all different sorts.

“Hermione, please . . .” her father pleaded as she ventured forward towards the crowd of owls. They all hopped forwards onto the table expectantly as she approached. The first one was a large barn owl. Hermione untied the letter from its leg and it took off. She turned the letter over and read the seal.

'Warwick Institute of Defensive Education'

A little ‘oh’ was whispered from Hermione as comprehension dawned as to what the letter was addressing. She had to find it. It had to be here. She quickly started taking letters from the owls without reading who they were from until she got to her copy of the daily prophet. The owl dropped it and started hooting demandingly. Hermione dipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out an assortment of galleons, sickles and knuts. She put five knuts into the owls pouch and it took off out the window. She then retrieved the last two letters from the remaining two owls. They both flew out the window and towards the horizon. The pandemonium of owls had ceased and her parents hesitantly came back into the kitchen and resumed their usual seats at the table looking at Hermione’s pile of letters on the table. Hermione started ruffling through them all and checking the seals until she found the one she wanted.

'Department of Magical Education and Testing'

“Hermione, is that . . .” Mrs Granger asked.

“Yeah . . .” Hermione whispered, still holding the unopened envelope in her hands.

“Well, are you going to open it or not?” her father asked, kind of amused at the look of ‘aw’ on his daughters face.

“I . . . I can’t, you do it.” she stuttered, more nervous than she had been in her life.

“Hermione dear, just open it. Anyway, where are all these other letters from?”

“They’re most likely from the institutions that I’ve applied to.” she stated, “Ergh, I think I’m going to be sick.” Her father then leaned across the table and took the letter from her hands.

“Well, if you’re not going to do it then I will.” he said turning the letter over ready to open. All at once the letter was snatched back from one side and he was slapped gently on the shoulder from his wife on the other side.

“Rodger you’re so tactless.” said Jane. But all attention turned to Hermione who had decided to open the envelope. She read to herself . . .

~*~

Department of Magical Education and Testing
Sub-Department of Grading and Tertiary Admissions
Level One, Ministry of Magic.
Vandalised Telephone Box, Grouter Street, London.

Dear Miss Granger,

Congratulations on the completion of your N.E.W.T.’s. Your results are as follows.

Charms:
Theoretical – 184%, Outstanding
Practical – Outstanding

Transfiguration:
Theoretical – 179%, Outstanding
Practical – Outstanding

Herbology:
Theoretical – 164%, Outstanding

Defence Against the Dark Arts:
Theoretical – 122%, Outstanding
Practical – Outstanding

Ancient Runes:
Theoretical – 135%, Outstanding

Potions:
Theoretical – 182%, Outstanding
Practical – Outstanding

Care of Magical Creatures:
Theoretical – 174%, Outstanding

Astronomy:
Theoretical – 131%, Outstanding
Practical – Outstanding

Arithmancy:
Theoretical – 156%, Outstanding

History of Magic:
Theoretical – 112%, Outstanding

Overall Result:
Percentage – 1549%
Grade - Outstanding

Congratulations on your results. We have already admitted applications to all of your preferred tertiary education institutions, if you pre-selected any. You should receive responses from these institutions the same day as this letter arrived. Congratulations once again.

Terrence Hawkshack,
Department of Magical Education and Testing.

~*~

Hermione placed the letter down on the table very carefully and let out her held breath. She’d done it. She’d passed her N.E.W.T.s with O’s in every subject. ‘I wonder what Harry got?’ she thought to herself.

“. . . Hermione, what does it say?” She tuned back in to hear her mum calling her name. She slowly passed the letter over to her mum who took it eagerly. Her father got up to read the letter over her mums shoulder. She watched as their eyes skimmed over the page until it was put back down on the table. No one said anything for a moment but continued to look at the piece of parchment. Until . . .

“Hermione . . . this . . . this is wonderful!” her mother exclaimed. Her father came round to her side of the table and picked her up out of the chair and brought her into a bone-crushing hug.

“That’s brilliant darling, I knew you’d do well!” he said in her ear, still holding her in the hug. Once she was released from the hug and then one from her mum she returned to the table to read all of her other letters. She opened the first one and it read . . .

~*~

The Lynton Auror Academy



Dear Miss Granger,

Congratulations on the completion of your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests and your excellent results. Your results were quite extraordinary and it would be an honour if you came to The Lynton Auror Academy to complete your Auror training.

The Lynton Auror Academy does not disclose their whereabouts to anyone but their enrolled students or other ministries or training facilities. We have successfully taught over 1000 Auror’s who now hold full time jobs either in England or overseas . . .

~*~

Hermione stopped reading and opened all the other letters. There were seven in total, and they came from Birmingham School of Auror Training, Warwick Institute of Defensive Education, The Lynton Auror Academy, Department of Magical Law Enforcement – Auror Headquarters, The Liverpool Head Auror Training Facility, The Manchester Department of Auror Education (the MDAE) and The Bristol Academy of Defensive and Offensive Wizard Learning.

Hermione was flabbergasted. She got accepted to all of the Auror training schools. They all said the same thing as the first letter. ‘Congratulations . . . you have been accepted . . . blah blah blah.’

“I’ve been accepted to all of them. I can’t believe it.” she said with complete wonderment in her voice.

“Which one are you going to go to?” her mum asked

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to decide soon. I wonder what Harry and Ron got?”

“You’ll know soon wont you. When are you going dear?” asked her father, still staring at all the letters of acceptance strewn across the table. One other letter and the daily prophet sat untouched.

“Next week, on Sunday. Wonder who this is from?” she picked up the last unopened letter and looked at the back. It had the Hogwarts seal. She ripped it open and began to read . . .

~*~

Dear Miss Granger,

I would like to congratulate you personally for your results in your N.E.W.T.s. You should know that all the teachers here at Hogwarts are extremely proud of your efforts and express their greatest praise for your results. Your results are the highest ever recorded for a Hogwarts student, with the past champion only a staggering 103% lower than your own final percentage. Congratulations again and good luck with your future career.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

~*~

“Can’t wait to see Harry!” said Hermione, looking up from the parchment feeling on top of the world.

**Sunday – Next Week**

Hermione stood before the giant aging house that was 12 Grimmauld Place. Moody poked her in the back slightly edging her forwards. When she reached the door he knocked twice and waited. Suddenly the sound of lots of locks being unlocked filled the silence and the door opened. She was quickly ushered inside and the door closed behind her.

“Hermione!” She turned around when she heard her name being called and there stood two of the most important people in her life. Harry, tall and broad, his black hair sticking up at every angle like usual. There beside him stood Ron, taller than Harry and very gangly with his bright red hair growing very long, Hermione was sure Mrs Weasley was aching to cut it. She rushed over to them and hugged them both in turn. But she couldn’t help herself and asked.

“What are your results? What did you get?” They both smiled at this question.

“Told ya so Harry, you owe me five galleons!” Ron said laughing a little. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the quizzical look on Hermione’s face.

“We bet on what would be the first thing you said when you get here, but Ron won.” he said, stifling his laughter. They all took Hermione’s stuff up to the room she would be sharing with Ginny, who gave her a huge hug when she walked in. Then they all went back down to the drawing room and sat in the squishy chairs around the coffee table.

“So . . . what did you all get?” she asked for a second time, much more impatiently this time. The question hung in the air . . .

**Some Time Later**

“So . . . you’re going . . . away?” she whispered. Harry had explained that he had been accepted to the Halkirk Institution of Defensive Education and Protection, apparently the best institution in all of England and Scotland combined. ‘But he’s going away’ she reminded herself. She didn’t know if she could handle Harry going so far away.

“Yeah, but its only for about three years then I’ll probably get a job and move back here, that’s even if I pass . . .”

“Of course you’ll pass Harry, you’re . . . Harry.” she exclaimed a little exasperatedly. “I suppose your right, but you’ll still write and everything and come back when you can and-” but she was cut off.

“Of course I will `mione, you don’t actually think I could just leave and forget it all, do you?”

“No, it’s just that, its going to be so different without you here. When do you leave anyway?”

“Well I’ve already replied and then their going to send me back all that sort of information, but I’d guess that I’d leave bout the same time as school goes back, September 1st.” he stated, a look of concentration overcoming his face. “Anyway Hermione, you haven’t told us how you went!” So she launched into her results and her problems of choosing an institution but her heart wasn’t in it like earlier that week now that she knew how drastically her world was about to change because he was going away.

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Authors Note: Interesting . . . very interesting. Just to clear things up a little (just in case you were thinking along these lines) Hermione DOES NOT have a crush on Harry! They have been best friends for seven years – the idea is preposterous. Don’t forget to review! Just write a little note in that little box below and –VOILA!- you’ve done it!

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