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A few weeks after the war was over, the bodies buried, and the medals awarded, Hermione Granger got to work.
Three weeks, several reams of paper, and many quills later, she was sure. Her desk and floor were littered with scholarly research, old censuses, almanacs, histories and what have you. She'd done all the research, and used her formidable arithmancy skills to devise a model of the future. The Wizarding world was doomed if it continued on its present course. She would be damned if she let that happen.
She had time. Not much (in the grand scheme of things), but enough to get started. Hermione Granger was going to save the world. Again. Single-handedly if she had to. What else could she do?
There was a catch of course. There is always a catch. Hermione would not have time for Ron. They would not marry, not have a house full of curly red-haired terrors to raise. She would not be able to live a quiet life of academic research and family. In fact, she would have to leave the wizarding world for a number of years.
Hermione sighed, brushed away a single tear and got to work. What she wanted didn't matter. It never had.