Chapter one: It's not me and I don't care what you think

Hermione Granger was standing in the underground base, talking to Ron Weasly. It was three O'clock in the afternoon and everyone was just lounging around the common area. There were no attacks planed so everyone decided to relax.

It had been one year since Harry Potter died in his sixth year. Not one person on the entire planet did not know about this brave boy's death, and if you didn't know about this one would look at you like you were crazy.

Even the muggles knew about the wizard who was supposed to fight this darkness that had taken over their world. Voldemort; the name struck fear in even the bravest of souls. Not even Godric Gryffindor would be brave enough to stand up to this ultimate evil. There was no one who called him by his name except two, Hermione Granger and the still living Molly Weasly.

Ron and Hermione were both sitting in front of the fire quietly talking.

"I still miss Harry" Hermione sighed. She looked tired and stressed out. Being the leader of the only rebellion force that was against the dark lord Voldemort on the face of the earth would make anyone tired and stressed.

"Me too Hermione, but there was nothing we could do. It was his decision to face Voldemort alone and you know that better than anyone." Ron said. Hermione nodded and sniffed. Every night, since Harry died she dreamed about him and his death. It seemed she would never get out of this hole called misery.

"Have you seen Connie?" Ron asked.

"I think I saw her go into the training room" Hermione answered quietly.

"Ok thanks." Ron said. He got up and walked through the door way which led to the training room. Hermione was left by the fire, completely lost in thought.

"Why did you have to die Harry?" she thought. "Why did you leave me? I loved you and you left me here to die a slow and painful death with all of these people. Why couldn't it have been Ron? Or even Neville?" She began to get angry with herself for thinking like that.

"What is the matter dear?" asked a misty voice. Hermione looked up through her tears and almost exploded. Professor Trelawney stood there with those glasses which made her look like a giant bug,

"What's it to you?" Hermione said coldly.

"I was just trying to be polite my dear. May I sit down?" Hermione glared at the ex-divination teacher for a second then nodded yes.

"Thank you, now what's your problem?" Trelawney asked in her dreamy voice. Hermione thought about lying but her heart told her to tell the truth. And for once, she listened.

"I miss Harry, I know it's been almost a year since he died but it still feels like it was just yesterday. I loved him and now there is no chance for us to be together." Hermione sobbed. "It's just fucking not fair!" she screamed. Everyone in the room looked up in shock but then went back to what they were doing when they saw who had yelled.

"I see" Trelawney answered. "I don't have much experience in such matters but I will help you as best as I can." Trelawney opened her mouth to speak again but the something happened. She suddenly became rigid and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. She then said in a deep voice completely unlike her usual misty tone: "The powers of darkness rule all of the planet earth. The master is strongest of all of humanity but one. The light will rise up one once again and fight the dark lord. The battle will be like no other battle seen on earth" Trelawney's head dropped down to her chest.

"I'm sorry dear, I must have fallen asleep, now what were you saying?"

Hermione stared at her with her mouth hanging open.

"Uh, never mind Professor, I'm feeling much better now, thank you so much and now I need to, uh, go help Ron with something" Hermione said quickly. She got up, said a quick thank you and ran into the training room where Ron and his girlfriend were talking.

"Ron! Ron you won't believe what I just heard!" Hermione yelled.

"What is it Hermione?" Ron asked in a confused tone. "Did You-Know- Who have a heart attack?"

"No, but he might. You see..." Hermione began to explain what happened.

"You're kidding" Connie gasped. "Tha...That's amazing! But who is going to be the one to fight him?"

"I don't know" Hermione confessed. "She just said that 'the light will rise once again and fight the dark lord.' She didn't even give a hint to who would be fighting!"

"What if it was Neville?" Connie suggested. "He was born at the same time as Harry wasn't he?"

"Yeah, I thing so" Hermione sighed. "But I don't think it's him, I think it's someone else."

"Maybe it's you" Ron said.

"Yeah, you're the leader of this force so it makes sense that you would be the one to You-Know-Who." Said Connie with her encouraging smile.

"No, not me" Hermione said. "It's not me, and I don't care what you think" though deep down inside Hermione wondered if she would be the one to fight the dark lord Voldemort.

A/N: How was that? Probably one of my better stories, at least, I hope so. I'm expecting the other chapters for this story to be a little longer than this one. R/R!