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Favorite Quote of the Day:

"Think about what you've done….and then do it again later."

Chapter 1

"Hermione! 'Mione over here!" called a red haired, lanky teenager over the whistle of a train. The train of course, was the Hogwarts Express, and the boy was Ron Weasley, best friend and ex-boyfriend of Hermione Granger. Ron was leaning out of the train window, waving wildly.

Hermione smiled tiredly, knowing already that Ron was as Ronish as ever. She loaded her trunk onto the train and stepped onto it. She looked until she found the compartment where Ron was sitting and opened the door.

Immediately Ron jumped up from his seat and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, 'Mione, how was your summer?"

"Fine," Hermione responded quickly. "Just fine Ronald." She sat down and looked around confused. "Where's Harry?"

Ron frowned in thought. "Oh yeah, he said something about going to find Ginny. She went to sit with Neville and Luna. They've got an compartment farther up the train."

Hermione nodded her head. She knew that Harry was probably going to ask Ginny back out, now that Lord Voldemort had been destroyed…she'd have to get Ginny to spill the details later.

She winced as she remembered the past summer. Her parents hadn't allowed her to go back to the Wizarding World to help fight Voldemort, and she had been forced to go to Paris with them instead.

Now it was their final year at the reopened Hogwarts, without any dangers to worry about. 'Thank God. I have enough to worry about already,' Hermione thought with a sigh. She took out her wand and started to absentmindedly fiddle with it.

"Hermione!" someone called her. She looked up and saw the final member of the Golden Trio standing there grinning at her…or rather, grinning DOWN at her. "Harry! You've grown over the summer!" she gasped, forgetting her worries for a minute. She hugged him tightly and then sat back down as Ron laughed. "'Mione, he's gotten almost as tall as I have. You'll be having to look up at us from now on!"

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head. Leaning back against the seat, she thought, 'I must not over-do it. It would be bad for the—'

But her thought were cut short as Ferret Boy, or Draco Malfoy as some called him, opened their compartment door. "Well, well, well, look whose here. The Weasel King, Scarhead, and Little Miss Mudblood."

"Well, well,well, look whose come to annoy us guys! The tall, pale, and gruesome ferret!" Hermione said mocklingly.

Ron snickered along with Harry as Malfoy sneered and stormed off, Crabbe and Goyle blundering stupidly after him.

Hermione's temper cooled down and she returned to her normal, bookish self, pulling out Hogwarts, A History and reading her favorite chapter.

She settled down as Ron and Harry started to talk excitedly about the look on Malfoy's pointed face as he stormed off. They talked about random things as the train started to move slowly, and by the time they had run out of ideas of things to chat about, the train was speeding rapidly through the countryside.

After a few minutes in silence, Hermione couldn't take the silence anymore. "Well, are you going to tell me how you two destroyed the most feared wizard of the ages or not!" she burst out suddenly.

Harry, who had been leaning his forehead against the train window, turned towards her startled as Ron snorted and bolted up, awakening from his doze of Madam Rosmerta.

"Hermione—we didn't think—"

"Yes, yes, you didn't want to hurt my feelings because my parents stopped me from going and fighting alongside you, but come on! I'm your best friend! I deserve to know how you two aren't dead and gone right now!" Hermione said impatiently.

Ron and Harry shared a frightened glance. "Uh, 'Mione, we just thought you would've read about it in the Daily Prophet or something."

"That rubbish newspaper? I would've gotten better information from the Quibbler!" Hermione snapped.

Harry and Ron looked at each other again, shrugged, and began to tell their story.

"Okay, well, you know how Dumbledore had told us to destroy all of the Horcruxes? Well, Ron and I split up after meeting at the Burrow over the summer and went separate ways. We found all of them except one, each time barely escaping with our lives. Finally, after two months, there was only one left… Voldemort had somehow managed to turn his snake, Nagini, into a living Horcrux. He took the snake everywhere with him, and it was nearly impossible for us to get it." Harry started. He stopped and turned to Ron.

"But once we told the Order what we knew about the snake, they asked one of their spies about it. You see, they had planted three spies in the Death Eaters, and one of them was Tonks. She knew what the snake was, and told us that to get to it, we had to distract Voldemort, who was living in the house next to the cemetery Harry had been transported to during the Triwizard Tournament. It took us a whole week to sneak into the house. Harry created the distraction, using one of Fred and George's swamp things. You know, like they used in Hogwarts two years ago before they left."

"And then, Ron ran into the mansion, taking the Dath Eater guards by surprise. Tonks, Lupin, and Moody were all with us, and we stupefied all of the Death Eaters quickly. I ran up the huge stairs that led to Voldemort's meeting room. It was a foul place, with all the mold and rot that was there. The snake was curled up next to a huge old armchair, next to an enormous fireplace. I thought no one was around, and fortunately, I was right, because my scar hadn't hurt since entering the house. So, I crept forward and took out a knife. It was disgusting, but I managed to stab the snake through. Of course, it hissed, and I could understand it. It said, "Master, help me!"

"Yeah, and then everyone got really quiet, aware that something huge was coming. Harry stabbed Nagini again and again, hoping that Voldemort was killed before he got there. But he appearated in and pointed his wand at Harry. He said Avada Kadavra, and I thought for sure Harry was a goner. But…"

Here the re-telling of their battle was cut short as the train rolled slowly to a stop. Hermione, who had been hanging onto every word, was, for the first time, not excited to have arrived back at Hogwarts.

This is the first Harry Potter Fanfic I've ever written…be nice.