Because I am feeling in a writing mood. I have had this story kicking around for awhile and i don't want to lose it because I didn't write it down.

Prologue

Katu scratched at the scar beneath her eyepatch, a left over trophy from a duel with Theodore Nott. She got the better end of the deal. She lost an eye, he lost his life. She kept her hair cut shorter now than she had when she was still known as Hermione Granger. A name she had not used in so long she was not even sure if she would still remember to respond to it.

The Great War was over. All that was left of the Order was Dumbledore's Army and even they were dwindling fast. When Voldemort killed Harry in the Malfoy's dungeons that had been the beginning of the end. They had believed there was no way he could stand up to all three of them. They believed it so strongly they were prepared to stay and die at the hands of his followers after they killed him that night. What they were not prepared was for Voldemort himself to walk in and laugh just before hitting Harry with an avada kadavera. She, Ron and Luna had escaped with the help of Dobby, but the war effort was doomed from that moment on.

And now she was here to watch the last of her two best friends be executed as a war criminal.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley you stand accused of acting against the Dark Lords best interests, a capital offense. You stand accused of aiding and abetting known war criminal Harry Potter, a capital offense …" the list read on and on each one a capital offense. "How do you plead?" through broken teeth and a fractured jaw Ron finally spat out "I plead for you to bugger off."

"And how does counsel for the defense wish to plead?"

"We plead guilty your honor and beg for the Dark Lord's merciful justice in granting my client a speedy and painless execution." It was always the same. No trial. Charges read, counsel for the defense pleads guilty begs for a speedy and painless execution and that was it. The one time the defense counsel forgot to add speedy and painless to her plea was ugly... the execution was public and took three days.

"Granted, and may the Dark Lord have mercy on your soul. Avada kadavera."

And that was it. The light and joy that was Ronald Weasley was gone. The one who had once been the rock of their group was no more.

Katu pulled the cloak over her head and left. She knew what she had to do and it was finally time to finish this.

But first she had to get her group to safety and explain her plans to their leader who was not inclined to listen to what he considered her hair brained schemed, fully half of which failed dramatically

"Katu, this is crazy, even for you, and I never thought I would say that, I have seen you do some pretty extreme things." Neville threw his hands up pacing back and forth in their latest safe house. His wife Hannah watched the two of them concerned but she knew better than to interfere in their argument. "Even assuming the damned thing works, and you DON'T know it will no matter what you say, how will you avoid seeing yourself? How do you know he even knows all the answers you are looking for? You could very well just end up dead."

"What other options do we have Cherub?" she asked, using his code name earned because he looked so innocent people never took him for the assassin he was until it was too late. Far too late. "I have lost everything and everyone to this war and if this works we get all of that back!"

"Not everyone" he said pointedly.

"No, not everyone, I still have you two and Luna and Ginny, but for how long? Everyday our numbers grow smaller. Neville please" she switched back to his real name now "don't let's fight on this. It will work. I have tested it on short jumps. I know it will work. I have to try. If anything looks dicey I will come straight back and we will try something else."

He sighed "Anything out of the ordinary at all Hermione. I am still in charge here. That is a direct order." She stood up and saluted him "Sir yes sir" and then kissed him on the cheek and hugged him to her tightly." She then went and hugged Hannah placing a hand on her gently rounded belly "Take care of my two favorite boys Hannah."

Hannah smiled her gentle motherly smile that won everyone over the moment they saw her "Be safe Hermione, and no offense, but I hope you are successful and I never see you again. I will pray every for your safety and that this works."

With one last look at the two people who had come to mean the world to her she turned and walked out of the burned out building.