Hermione was awoken by a thick layer of sunlight spilling from her slightly opened curtains. She moved her hand in front of her face to block the blinding sun while groaning groggily. Stretching out her arms widely, she gave an attempt to wake herself up. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, yawning loudly.

"Today is not my day." She said mid-yawn. Hermione stood up and made her way to the closet.

"Good morning Crookshanks." She said giving her ginger colored cat a tired smile.

"Hermione, honey, are you up yet?" Mrs. Granger yelled through the fairly large house.

"Yes mom, I'm getting dressed." Hermione answered casually while pulling some short shorts on.

Summer was Hermione's favorite time of year, especially since she had filled out quite nicely this year. She could actually wear revealing clothes and not look like a total idiot. As she slipped her halter top on she admired the way it clung to her curves in the mirror.

She smiled meekly then headed to her door as Crookshanks rubbed against her leg, purring loudly. She smiled down at him as she walked out the door and left a crack in it so he could get through. Hermione jumped down the stairs merrily making the whole house know that she was awake. Once she jumped down to the bottom floor from the third step she glided to the kitchen for a little breakfast.

"Hi, mummy!" She said seeing a similar looking woman as herself at the table. She reached out her arms for a hug and a kiss. She got them all the same. Her mother sipped her coffee and looked at Hermione hopefully as she made some cereal.

"Sweetie," She began as Hermione looked up at her, "could you do me a favor?" Hermione's mom put her coffee mug down and was pleading with her eyes. Hermione swallowed some milk and looked at her mother skeptically.

"That depends." She said simply.

"I want you to clean the attic for me." She put on a pouting face. Hermione gaped at her.

"Oh, c'mon Hermione, please?" Her mother leaned in as if sharing a secret.

"Do I have a choice?" Hermione asked truthfully.

"There's only dust and boxes up there Hermione. I don't keep anything weird."

"Okay, fine I agree." Hermione replied waving her hand in the air as if it were no big deal. She finished her breakfast hurriedly and headed back to her room. Once there she collapsed on her bed grunting.

"Great I get to clean a stuffy attic all day." She said sarcastically.

She heard tapping on her window and looked up to see a snowy white owl. She opened it up as the owl swooped down and landed on her newly made bed.

"Hello, Hedwig. How are Harry and Ron?" Hedwig hooted in reply as she unfastened the letter from the owl's leg. Hedwig gave Hermione an affectionate bite then swooped over to her desk on the other side of the room. Before Hermione read her letter she opened a drawer in the desk opened a little baggy and gave Hedwig some owl treats to snack on. She hooted louder than before to signify her utter happiness. Hermione laid comfortably an opened Harry's letter.

Hermione,

How is your summer going? Mine is torture as usual. The Dursley's just gave me a list of chores, and then don't even bother speak to me. Not that I dislike that part though. I'm not going to be able to see you until we meet in Kings Cross for the train to Hogwarts. Dumbledore says it's the safest thing. Even though Voldemort is gone there are still Deatheaters. Ron said not to worry about Diagon Alley this year and that he'd pick up my supplies, lucky me eh? I miss you and can't wait to see you and Ron again soon!

Harry

Hermione smiled at the end of the letter. She was glad Harry was back to his old self. Things had been so complicated with him since Voldemort returned in their fourth year. She had fought for the light side right next to Harry and Ron. The battle was still a vivid memory.

"Bow down to me boy!" The dark lord bellowed.

"No-no-no." Harry repeated through hard gasps of breaths. He was on his knees and appeared to have an invisible rope choking him.

"Crucio!" He screeched and the cursed air was full of shrieks and howls of pain. Deatheaters and aurors fell silent in the middle of their own battles to watch the final encounter.

"Draco!" The dark lord said, snapping his fingers. Draco Malfoy appeared next to Voldemort. He was as pale as ever while he watched Harry squirm under the torturing curse.

"This is my heir Harry." Voldemort spoke calmly, "Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, will become my apprentice when we win this war Mr. Potter." Voldemort released Harry from his curse and watched as Harry took in labored breath holding his stomach. "I understand you know him very well, too bad you couldn't have become friends in first year. Yes I know about that Harry, I know about everything." The dark lord continued haughtily, "You have one chance left Harry. You can join me and live or die a cruel and even more painful death." He hissed at Harry's limp figure. Harry lifted his head up and gave him a defiant look along with a nasty scowl.

"Never!" He screamed, shakily standing up.

"You've made your choice, boy. And it shall be your last! Avada Ked-" Right before he could finish his curse someone threw one directly at Voldemort.

"Crucio!" They yelled, and Voldemort shook terribly eventually collapsing holding his head in pain.

"Who dares defy me?" Voldemort choked out between screeches. The curse had come out of the mouth of none other than Draco Malfoy, supposed apprentice of the dark lord. Draco held his wand out ready for anything as he watched Voldemort.

"Now Potter!" Draco yelled at Harry.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry had wanted to yell those words for the longest time. Everything was deathly silent as the thoughts raced through their minds. The Dark Lord has died. Everyone watched speechlessly as Voldemort's body flopped to the ground, motionless.

Hermione shuddered at how for one second she thought Harry was a goner. Then the most unpredictable person had been his savior. She shook her thoughts of that terrible night and the once terrible person. I wonder if Draco has changed. Did I just call him Draco! It's too early. She thought.

"I better get started in the attic." And with that she headed to the attic to start her very uneventful day.