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PROLOGUE –

Unplottable Location, Somewhere in Britain Friday, 31st

July, 1998

It was over. A saga which had been developing for 74 years, 5 months and eighteen days had finallycome to a conclusion, to the relief of the entire magical world.In an Unplottable house in Oxford, two people were partaking of a particularly fine array of breakfast foods. One of them, a young lady, was thoroughly engrossed with a heavy tome, readingout the occasional nugget of knowledge that would garner her companion’s attention.The young gentleman was occupied by a newspaper, flicking through the irrelevant articles, until heactually came across something newsworthy.It was when he got to the fourth page that there was something worth reading. “Hermione?”The young lady, Hermione, looked up. “What’s up, Harry?”Harry Potter, the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’, the ‘Chosen One’ and most recently, the ‘Man-Who-Won’,smiled at his companion. “There’s an ‘invitation’ to me and you to go to Hogwarts tomorrow.”“Oh?” Hermione replied casually. “And why would we want to do that? Haven’t we done enoughrecently?”“That appears to be what it’s about.” Harry said, passing over the paper, so she could see what hadgot his attention. “According to this, there’s a big press conference tomorrow, in which ‘HarryPotter and Hermione Granger will reveal the full story of their thrilling defeat of He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named!’ Funny... I don’t recall agreeing to that.”Hermione snorted. “Well, if we weren’t under the heaviest set of wards in Britain, we might haveheard something about it.” She quickly read through the article. “You’re right, though. It really isarrogant presumption on their part. And look at this!” She pointed to the next page. “PercyWeasley’s making an announcement about a series of new regulations that’ll ‘prevent this sort of atrocity happening again’.”Harry matched Hermione’s snort. “Yeah, knowing Prickeval, that’ll probably not be good for us. It’sa good job we took care of things, isn’t it?”“Yeah... So, we’re going?” She asked.“We should, really.” He paused. “You think we should invite your parents?Hermione shook her head. “Wanna leave them out of this.”“Okay... are you gonna finish that bacon?”

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and WizardrySaturday, 1st August, 1998

Hogwarts had been the site of the Final Battle, people living, fighting, bleeding and dying in frontof the bastion of light. It had been an all out war, death and destruction running rampant throughoutthe ancient stone walls. Now, sadness stalked the halls, infusing the air with it’s stifling grip.The Great Hall was packed with people. It had been scant days since the battle that had decided thefate of the free world had been fought, and only know were people beginning to realise the intensecost.Of the survivors, the largest group were the Weasley family. Fortunately, the entire family hadsurvived, although in one or two cases, that had been

very

close.Fred Weasley had come within in inch of death, but quick action on the part of a certain ‘Chosen

One’ had managed to stabilise him long enough to send him to St. Mungo’s. After two grippingnights of anticipation, he’d been pronounced stable. He was still on a dozen potions to aid hisrecovery, but he would live.George Weasley had made it through the final battle, hale and hearty. With the exception of hismissing ear, courtesy of Severus Snape almost a year ago, he’d not picked up a serious injury. He’d been out of his mind with concern over Fred, but when the Healers at St. Mungo’s had declared thathe would live, he’d grabbed the matron and kissed her passionately. Blushing like a bride, he’d beenchased out of the hospital by the matron’s irate husband.Ron Weasley had done his duty and helped to defeat the evil Dark Lord. Now, he was lookingforward to his rewards. There would be fame, money and girls aplenty, but best of all, he’d finallysnag the girl he

really

wanted; Hermione Granger. He’d been patient long enough. Courtesy of Fredand George, the book

Twelve Fail Safe Ways to Charm Witches

had led him closer and closer to hisgoal, and Hermione, like an idiot, had swallowed every cheesy line and compliment. She would behis. Oh, yes... she would be his.Ginny Weasley had undergone a very stressful year at Hogwarts. She’d had to give up so muchduring that year. Nineteen young gentlemen had expressed an interest in her, and she’d had to turndown each and every one. Okay, so she shagged four of them, but that wasn’t the point. She’d hadto keep herself available for Harry. She knew that he’d come back, and when he did, he would behers. Oh, yes... he would be hers.Arthur Weasley was content with his lot. All his children had survived the war, and in ‘his children’he included Harry and Hermione. They were good kids who’d been dealt a truly shitty hand, but passed through all the trouble and strife and come out the other end, smelling of roses. He waslooking forward to rebuilding the damage that had been caused by the recent war, and making themagical world a good place for everyone.Minerva McGonagall had actually faced Voldemort himself, here in the Great Hall, and managed tosurvive. She was grateful for that, really, both the survival, and the opportunity of facing him. Itallowed her peace of mind to know that she’d stood and fought against the darkness. She was alive,Hogwarts was still standing, although damaged, and the Dark Lord was dead.

Properly

dead, thistime.Molly Weasley was a happy woman. Her family had survived the Blood War intact, and, apart fromGeorge’s missing ear and Bill’s scarred face, relatively unharmed. Everything was going well in her world. She still had two minor issues to sort out, that of arranging suitable matches for her youngestchildren, but that was well in hand. Once her plans came to their natural conclusion, everythingwould be right with the world.As everyone had settled into their chairs, the two massive doors opened, landing against the wallswith a ‘thud’, as two powerful and charismatic figures strode into the Hall. McGonagall leapt to her feet, wrapping them in tight hugs.“Harry... damn, it’s good to see you!” She said, before turning to Hermione. “And you, Hermione.Look at you... You get more beautiful everyday.”The two teens spent a moment basking under McGonagall’s attention, before heading to a pair of empty chairs at the front of the hall, just in front of the Weasleys. While they were walking down,everyone was able to get a good look at the two. Each of them was wearing a pair of black jeans and boots, low heels for Hermione and good thick soles for Harry, while they wore a leather duster over the top, buttoned up to their chins. Each of them looked every inch the powerful warrior. With afraction of a second’s pause, Harry and Hermione sat in the chairs, their watches beginning tovibrate slightly.

Harry glanced at Hermione, raising an eyebrow slightly. She shook her head imperceptibly. He gavea tiny nod, before turning to the stage.“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s an honour to see you all here today.” The interim-Minister of Magic,Kingsley Shacklebolt boomed out. “I am pleased to announce that the Blood War against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Death Eaters has been won!” The crowd cheered loudly, enjoying theopportunity to roar their pleasure. Kingsley waited for the crowd to settle down.“Much as I wish I could claim credit for this remarkable victory, or the Ministry itself, or the Auror corps, or the Unspeakables, I cannot. That would be dishonest, and I, for one, have had enough of dishonesty. The truth is, we would have lost, if it weren’t for the actions of two people. Just two people. Harry Potter, the ‘Man-Who-Won’ and Hermione Granger, the ‘Witch-Who-Was-With-Him’. They saved us all, and they’re here today to tell us all about this remarkable victory.”Harry again glanced at Hermione, the eyebrow raising up. She gave him a small smile. The twohadn’t needed words to communicate for such a long time, those tiny expressions held a wealth of meaning.“So, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, if you would like to come up here, we’ll be able to hear theriveting tale!”The youths in question stood up, and silently mounted the stage, standing close to each other at the podium. Kingsley quickly headed to one of their abandoned chairs on the front row. Before theyspoke, Harry and Hermione took the opportunity to look around the hall, noting peoples’ reactions.They’d agreed, before attending, to take a ‘read’ on the crowd.Hermione was looking intently at each of the Weasleys, performing subtle Legilimency on them.She quickly checked out other targets, Rita Skeeter among them, along with several high-profile politicians. When she was finished, she held up her hands. “If you could just give us a minute.” Sheflicked her wand, casting

Muffliato

around the pair, as they quickly began whispering to each other.“Okay, Hermione, what you got?”Hermione glanced into the crowd, before turning her back to face Harry. Whilst Lip-reading wasn’ta common skill in the magical world, since there were so many other ways of magicallyeavesdropping, it wouldn’t do to discount the possibility. “Ron’s looking at us, wondering whywe’re standing so close. He thinks you’re a twat and I’m his bitch, and he can’t wait to have meunder control and underneath him.” She shivered slightly. “Creepy little shit.”Harry nodded slowly. “I saw the glares Ginny’s sending your way. What did you get from her?”“Apparently,” Hermione chuckled, “I’m a filthy Mudblood bitch, and Ron will soon teach me my place. Also, I’m not to stand too close to you, because you belong to her. She’s planning on spikingyou,

again

, after your speech.”Harry held up his arm slightly, showing a slightly battered wrist watch. “Yeah, I guessed that. That’swhy this thing’s been vibrating since we got here. What about Molly?”“Pretty much the same.” Hermione sighed. “She was thinking about all the things she can buy whenGinny gets your vaults, and she’s looking forward to teaching me how to properly keep a home for her ‘ickle Ronniekins.” Quickly anticipating Harry’s next question, she continued. “Arthur’s happywe’re alive, and he hopes we can find some happiness now the war’s over. I always liked him.”With a slight chuckle, Harry nodded. Hermione carried on. “Bill’s happy his family survived, andhe also wants you to marry Ginny, since that’ll make her happy. Apparently, Princess Ginnykins cando no wrong, and he’s a bit pissed at you for leaving her behind last year.”Harry snorted. “Yeah, being stalked is such a pleasant pastime. Apart from the fact that she’s borderline psychotic, she’d have been bloody useless on the Hunt. What about Charlie, and Percy?”“Ah, Charlie’s about the same as Bill. He wants to go home, Romania, not the Burrow, and tend to