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The Sword of Justice
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
She knows she shouldn't feel bitter. They have made it through the darkest of times, the war has been won and all is well with the world, so what's there to feel bitter about?
The dreams haven't stopped though. Chaos may be mostly gone from the outside world, but it certainly hasn't left her mind yet. The memories won't leave her in peace. Every night she relives it – suffering pain beyond pain while evil personified laughs, her dark eyes sparkling with sadistic delight.
What makes it even worse is the fact that she should have had her revenge. She almost did, it was nearly in her grasp, and then it was snatched away from her forever. The three of them had fought her off, duelling as best they could to preserve their own lives and hopefully rob the Death Eater of hers. She had hoped that she would be able to land the final blow, Themis fighting blindly with her sword of justice – but then Molly Weasley had stepped in and taken that honour. It still feels as though she has been robbed of her prize.
Sometimes Hermione wishes that she had been the one to kill Bellatrix Lestrange.