Prologue
The atmosphere was laced with anticipation, the two groups faced against each other in the enclosed space. The Order and Aurors faced the Death Eaters, both sides with their eyes and wands locked in the almost silent standoff. The only sound; the mad cackles of Bellatrix Lestrange, that seemed to echo across the grounds of the manor. The two recognisable figures at the front of the Auror camp spoke, but dared not to move closer.
"Hermione, it's us!"
"Come on, put your wand down and come home. Please, we miss you."
"That's NOT my name!" She glared at the two insufferable pricks, trying to persuade her.
Their words ought to have had some effect on her, but they didn't. Her home was not with them, not anymore, they lost that chance a long time ago. Her true home was right here, standing with her true family, fighting for the cause she whole heartedly believed in. If only they could see...
"Hermione, don't do this." Harry urged, he and Ron still with their wands trained uncomfortably on their friend, who in turn had her wand pointed straight back at them.
"Voldemort is evil, he's going to destroy everything, he wants to take over and he wants you to help him!" Ron chipped in, in desperation.
And she'd make him proud. A screech of outrage could be heard from the deranged witch to Pandora's right. Bellatrix stomped her foot in outrage at the audacity of the ginger boy.
"You dare speak his name, you disgusting little blood traitor, you haven't the right!"
Pandora yelled whilst she aimed her wand directly at Ron's heart, and she saw him visibly gulp.
Shifting her footing, her face no longer frowned with conflict but loosened into a confident smirk. She would prove them wrong.
Accepting their old friend's mind wasn't going to change, Harry and Ron exchanged a single solemn glance, and moved to strike.
Pandora moved faster...
A/N - No change required for this bit, so it has stayed the same