Draco

Why did everything in life have to fall on me, I know I have done some really bad things in my life, I know how much of a coward I can be, and I know how much pain I have caused in my short life. Going back to Hogwarts seems like the only option for me now. Finishing school after everything I have been through since HE came back to life, seems like a dream. Everyone has a chance to go back and finish their schooling, death eaters included. I don't like to put that title to myself but the mark is there is no denying that, I thought as I sat on one of the black leather chairs in the library of the Malfoy house resting my head on one arm my feet on the other.

The Dark Lord in hiding, almost all his followers rounded up and thrown in Azkaban, the only ones missing were his Aunt Bellatrix, the demented bitch and Wormtail, the gutless rat. A frown plastering his flawless pale face as he was forced to think about his recently departed parents, both been killed in Azkaban within a day of being incarcerated. The death eaters did not take betrayal well, my mother told everyone the prat harry potter was dead, her actions caused the outcome of the battle of Hogwarts to be in the orders favor. HIS forces were obliterated within minutes of the second round of fighting as everyone rallied behind the miracle potter boy.

When their spells collided the failure showed on HIS face, he had been under the impression that the Elder Wand would solve all of his problems, that he would be invincible. Well, I thought, he was very wrong. Potter had disarmed him and took the Elder Wand for himself. Everyone thought HE would die after the wand escaped his hand, but he just screamed and disapparated away with Bellatrix and Wormtail right behind him. The others stood in shock as a freezing charm cast my McGonagall froze them all in place to be gathered up by the ministry.

I was pardoned by the Ministry because everything I did, I was forced to do. I did it so my family could live, not that they are alive now after everything I did to protect them. It all meant nothing now. I was now the head of the household, the only living Malfoy left. I now understand what that means, and it really sucks, or I should say, bites, smirking at my comment.

This year at Hogwarts should turn out to be very interesting. I have a feeling in my gut that the woman I dream about every night will be there. Her smell so vivid from my dreams, makes my mouth water and my thought go to pleasant places as my pants tighten. Oh yes, I thought to myself this year was going to be fun, finding the woman who smelt of parchment, ink, old books, and lavender. Finding my mate.

Hermione

I was going back to redo my 7th year, to the school which had changed my life from the age of 11. Before I got my letter I had thought I was a freak, an abomination. Now I know I have a place in this world, that I am a witch. I thought as I smiled to myself as I sat on the floor in Ron's and Harry's shared room at the Burro. I never thought we would be like this again, all alive. HE was still out there so I guess we are still not safe, but for the time being we are going back to the normal routine, whatever that is. I guess you could say that ever since Hogwarts came into our lives nothing was ever routine.

Looking across at my two best friends who were telling some joke about Malfoy. "Are you two packed to leave tomorrow? Or are you going to be frantic in the morning looking for everything?" The two boys gave me the look of what do you think before going back to their joking. "Of course what should I expect from the two of you?" I responded getting to my feet to check my bags to make sure everything was ready for our trip to platform 9 ¾. I can't believe I was going home. Oh, home, I guess that was my only home now that my parent's memories couldn't be restored. I guess it's for the better now the HE was still out there somewhere.

Voldemort

I have been able to smell her from the moment she was born. My mate, my everything, my Dark Lady. I have dreamt of her every time I close my eyes. I have searched the world for her, but no one is ever her. All this changed at the battle of Hogwarts, she was there, fighting. I could smell her everywhere I went, she was scared of me, and she thought she was going to die that day because of me. I wish she know she had nothing to fear, that I could not hurt her. I wanted to find her rap her in my arms and tell her there was nothing to fear that I would protect her for the rest of our existence together. I never got to see her face and I never got to say those work to her, all I know is that she goes to Hogwarts and I will find her before the year is out, I know this because I have the perfect plan to do so.

I was going back to Hogwarts. Who would think to look for me there? no one, I thought to myself as I began to lower myself into the boiling liquid that would give me a way to get what I wanted most in this putrid world, her. No one would know it was me because I would not be in this body anymore, I would fix what the useless scum Wormtail fucked up. Plus I have a way to alter the appearances of the new body that would soon be mine. My thoughts swirled and my body burned, my skin bubbling and shedding like the snake I had become. My body shrunk to the stature of the young man I pictured in my thoughts.

I emerged from the green and black goop of my old body, my old being had melted as my new one grew into life. I could feel the youth of my new body, that lanky snake like thing gone as I examined this new body in the mirror of the bathroom, my eyes the dark green they had been before all of this started, my hair still black as a raven's wing and about 3 inches shorter than Snape's. My once long face now rounder and stronger in fetchers. Oh look I thought amused I had a nose, and one that was not as pointy as my original one, good. I was broad in the shoulders and about 6'3", and I was happy to say very muscular. I hope my Dark Lady would approve.

The dreams of her came to my mind as walked into my room to dress my new body, I looked down as a familiar feeling came to me, those dreams made me happy in a way I very much enjoyed. Grasping my new cock which was now hard and wanting, it was impressive, so much bigger than it used to be. I hope she liked this too, I thought as I began to stroke myself thinking of the woman who smelt of parchment, ink, old books, and lavender. My mate.