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A/N: This is like a flashback sequence to the final battle w/Voldemort. It is in Hermione's PoV.


Spells are firing all around me. I stand amongst the chaos, watching my friends throw their lives on the line. They've all grown so much… especially Harry. He's been through more than any teenager should. But then- haven't we all? Bellatrix and Remus- it still feels weird, calling him by his first name, but he insisted- were having a one-on-one duel amid the many curses and spells, probably because of Sirius. I still can't help but feel that he isn't really gone… but who am I fooling? We all saw what happened.

I finally push aside my fear and step into the battle. I'm immediately drawn into the fights, firing off spell after spell. I somehow manage to take down six- or was it seven?- Death Eaters by myself. I can feel the powerful magic flowing through my veins, beckoning me to use it. But I fight it down. I cannot kill any of these people… they don't deserve to die, they deserve to rot in Azkaban.

Harry finally finds Voldemort and they engage in a duel. Their wands connect with a sort of golden string, and the entire battlefield stills and watches. I'm amazed at how powerful he's become. I don't know what's doing it, but for some reason I'm drawn forward. I look to my right and see that Ron and Ginny are also being pulled toward Harry, and to my left, Luna and Neville are doing the same. We finally are standing directly next to Harry and I place my hand atop his, lending my magic and strength to his. Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville do the same. None of us really know what is going on, but we know that this is what must be done.

Whatever spell it is that we cast, it must have been extremely powerful… Voldemort is enveloped in a bright white light, and when it recedes, all that is left is a pile of ashes. I hear cheers and screams and whisper, "It's finally over…" before I fall to the ground next to my dear friends.


I open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light. I look around to see that I'm in a hospital. The beds to either side of me are occupied by my friends. They are already awake, sitting silently. I push myself up and smile at them.

"Bout time you woke up," Harry says, "We though you were going to sleep the day away."

"It's over," I say. It seems that that is all I can say. "It's really over…"

"That's right," Ron says, smiling at me, "Voldemort is dead. Maybe now we can get on with our lives."

We sit in silence for a while, before the door flies open and Remus, Dumbledore, Moody, Tonks, Molly, Arthur, and the rest of the Weasley brood rush in. They're all smiling broadly.

"That was brilliant! Just bloody brilliant!" Tonks yells.

"What the hell was that spell?" Fred asks.

"We… have no idea," Ron admits.

"Well, whatever it was, it worked!" George exclaims.

"There was nothing left of the bloody bastard! Just ashes!" Bill says.

"Excuse me," Dumbledore's voice still commands silence, "There are some very serious matters we have yet to discuss."

"Yes, how true," Arthur says.

"Thank you, Arthur," Dumbledore says, eyes twinkling, "First off, may I extend the sincerest of thanks to all of you, for your wondrous defeat of Voldemort. Also, many casualties have come out of this war, including Professors Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonnagal."

I felt my eyes burn with tears. "Professor McGonnagal? She's- dead?"

"I'm afraid so, Hermione…" Dumbledore says, "Now, all of you in this room know of Remus' ailment. And I trust all of you accept it." After we all nod, he continues, "Well, Severus' demise has left us with a new and very dangerous problem. We don't know of anybody else who can make the Wolfsbane potion for Remus. Does anyone here have any suggestions?"

I know how to make that potion! That was what I did for my NEWT in Potions! Even Snape was impressed!!!

"I- can do it," I say timidly.

Everyone turns to look at me. "Hermione, this is no time for jokes," Molly says.

"I'm not joking. That was the Potion I chose to do for my N.E.W.T. in Potions. And I got full marks…" I look up at Dumbledore, "I can do it."

"Now I remember… Severus spoke to me about that very Potion…" Dumbledore turned to Remus, "I believe Hermione's potion was given to you two months ago, Remus. Did it work?"

Remus nods, his eyes are wide as he stares at me.

"Good," Dumbledore says, "Now that that's settled, I believe Arthur has something he would like to say."

"Thank you, Albus," Arthur says, stepping forward, "I would like to invite all of you into the Ministry of Magic as Aurors. Except, of course, Ginny, who has to complete her Hogwarts education first. And I would like to ask Hermione to take on the additional responsibility of being the Minister of Magic's personal Advisor."

"But… how can you… unless…" it suddenly dawns on me, "You got the job?" I exclaim.

"That's right!" he says proudly, "You're looking at the new Minister of Magic."

Shouts of congratulations echoed around the room. I, of course, accepted both positions, more than honored. I noticed Remus was the only one who was not partaking in the heavy conversations and managed to get out of bed and walk over to him.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine," he replies, "Just thinking."

"About Sirius…" I say, "He's not gone you know… Not for good."

"How do you know this?" he asks, looking down at me.

"Because," I say, looking over at Harry, "They never really leave, unless we forget them, do they?"


There's the Prologue! I can't stand myself! I read a new pairing and I have to write one! It's an obsession! Anyways… There are a couple stories that I may have to discontinue… but don't worry, because none of them are Harry Potter! Keep your eyes open! AND REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thanks!