Granger was never supposed to be the one to save the world. That had been Potter’s prophecy. 

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He was the Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. The brave, courageous, revered Gryffindor. Dumbledore’s favourite. Even Weasley’s and everyone else’s… 

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She was just the conflicted and forever confused Muggle-born Slytherin. The mudblood no one in her house deigned to befriend. The one who had to constantly choose between the light and the dark side.

 

​And the one who, ultimately, had to save the world.