Finally it was over. Hermione could barely contain herself. Two years! Two years she, Harry and Ron had run. But now it was done. The Castle around her was in ruins but the wild haired girl paid the battered fortress no mind. Instead she rushed toward the great hall.

"Has anyone seen Him?" She called. People around her parted as she pushed threw to get to the Great Hall.

"Please has anyone seen Professor Snape?" Several nearby Hufflpuffs shook their heads.

"Has anyone seen the Professor?" She cried. It had been some time since she had stopped to drink and her mouth was beyond dry. Hermione swallowed thickly and continued pushing threw the castle toward the Great Hall. It was said to have been converted into a makeshift hospital, but the former Gryffindor had yet to see if for herself. She had been in the forest half the night protecting that side of the castle from all the werewolves and vampires and the other portion of the evening was spent on the Astronomy Tower where Voldemort had faced Harry, Ron and herself.

Harry, Ron. The flash of green light Harry's anguished screams echoed in her heart. NO! She couldn't' think on that now.

"Miss Granger you can't cross here the staircase was blown to bits," A portrait shouted. Hermione looked down indeed there was nothing but air from the fifth to the fourth floor. A few younger students were crying looking at the gap afraid and upset they could not reach wherever they were headed. Hermione looked up at the picture a dark-eyed man who looked remarkably like the one she was searching for.

"Who are you?" She demanded. The man smirked an annoyingly familiar smirk yet somehow different from The Professor's. This smirk held humor a light of laughing if there was such a place for that sort of thing in the new world.

"My friends call me Sly" He gestured grandly bowing, as he could not shake her hand.

"Have you seen Professor Snape?" It was desperate to ask a picture. Why, more accurately how, could he possibly know? The man's smirk vanished and he seemed to age before her.

"Last I heard, Dear One, he was in the Great Hall."

Hermione did not stay to hear more. Pulling her wand from her robes the 19-year-old took a running leap off the edge of the staircase. Before she could even say the spell to fly herself across her wand glowed a black green colour and she was propelled without asking to the other side.

"GRANGER WAIT!" The painting shouted. Several students jumped at his loud voice it was not natural for a picture to boom quite so loudly. Hermione ignored the mysterious man "Sly". She had no time for him. She had only one thought get to the man who was bleeding so badly last she saw him.

The images jumped before her eyes unbidden.

Greyback's forces were nearly on the retreat but the Vampires seemed to have no use for the idea and came on as strong as ever. Hermione was pouring sweat, firing the sun curse and mage light in ever direction. Severus stood some distance from her wand jabbing and hand pushing bright magic from his body effectively covering his ass and the child with him. Some stupid Gryffindor thought his place was on the battlefield and had joined the garrison by the forest unknowing the onslaught that was to come. He was still alive, so that was something, but the boy was weakly firing curses from Severus' side petrified with fear for his life.

But as she watched Severus dance around the enemy, a vampire slipped under her guard and lunged for her chest. She screamed and threw her hands up. The vamp caught in her arms knocking Hermione's wand to the left. It was a power struggle on strength alone now and Hermione was sure to lose. She had been fighting for hours and was not blessed with the night gifts that this creature was making the red-eyed man twice as strong.

This is the end. This is how I die. Bye Harry. Bye Ron. These thoughts flashed threw her mind. But by some unknown force the bloodthirsty man was lifted off of her and away. Scrambling she grabbed her for her wand. Her hand connected with it and she cast wildly, straight into the air.

"LUMOS MAXIMA!" She screamed. It was like a flash bang had gone off. Bright light filled her every sense and screams pounded on her eardrums. The spell was not intended to produce an orb of pulsing light like the sun but she assumed fear had pumped power into the spell. There were shrieks all around her and Hermione saw a massive retreat and massacre.

The vamps that were already wounded and were unable to make a full retreat feel covering their eyes shrieking as their flesh sizzled. Hermione looked for Severus and the boy but it was too late. The boy was kneeling in a pool of the Professor's blood casting a shield charm repeatedly and crying.

Hermione ran to him. He was alive but his throat was shredded. He would die soon without help. His dark eyes met hers.

"Please I'm sorry please don't! I love you! Please!" She babbled. His eyes widened slightly and Hermione thought he would say something. Instead he simply passed out. Hermione shook him. He didn't awaken. Grabbing the boy and Severus' body she turned thinking only of Madam Promfrey.

In the real world, the sensible world, the world that had vanished after her 6th year had ended and Dumbledore had been slain, one could no apparate inside Hogwarts. Moreover, in any world apparating to a person was impossible but this was war. Not just any war. The Second Great War of Britain

. Anything was possible.