Prologue

A/N: It's a Hermione/Cedric. I was against this ship until very recently. I just decided to check some out and they were fabulous! Its fourth year, well it's not set in fourth year it starts with Hermione in the Final Battle, then the rest of the story will be written as if it was set in fourth year, even though its just a ort of flash back on Hermiones part. Sounds confusing – hope you understand. Even when the final book is released I will continue with this!

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns it all. I own nothing but my mind.

Hermione sent a stunning spell at Dolohov as he tried to flatten Neville. Spells flew around her. Hundreds of witches and wizards were fighting each other. Creatures of all shapes and sizes were involved too. They were spread out all around Hogwarts' grounds. A crumbling Hogwarts was looming behind her.

"HERMIONE" She ducked and turned, a green jet just missing her head. She saw Ron was who had warned her.

"THANKS RON" She shouted over to him. He smiled and waved his hand, as if saying, it was nothing. He then ran over to where Fred was lying on the ground, clutching an overly large ankle while Hermione headed into the crowds of Death Eaters and Order members. The Order had increased its amount of members greatly after Dumbledores death. Everyone had wanted to avenge someone. Not one person had not, lost someone so far in the war. Draco Malfoy was a spy for the Order. Only a select few knew this, but every member had been warned to keep him alive. Hermione was one of the few who knew. Every night he'd arrive at Headquarters and would just retreat to a room he'd been given. No one had asked him any questions. Well Hermione had. Surprisingly he hadn't called her a mudblood, he'd just told her to keep her nose out of his business and had smirked knowing that there was at least one thing she didn't know. She saw him now, a few meters to her left, fighting McNair, a fellow Death Eater. He'd been with the Death Eaters when they'd gained entrance to the grounds but as soon as the fighting had happened he'd shown his true colours. He was a member of the Order and now he was most wanted on every Death Eaters list, even more wanted than Harry.

Hermione, hating herself for it sent a killing curse at Crabbe senior and watched as he froze and fell to the floor, a look of pure shock on his face. She rushed over and cast a quick healing spell over Luna, they'd been taught the basics by Madame Pompfrey.

"Luna? Are you okay?"

Luna stayed still, a wave of panic crashed over Hermione. She felt like crying but ever so slowly Lunas grey eyes fluttered open. Hermione nearly fainted with relief.

"Hermione?"

"You're okay! Oh, I thought you were-"

"I was not dead, I was merely embracing a cotton winged Lari" She said matter-of-factly, though in a dreamy sort of way.

Hermione could barley contain her laughter, despite what was going on all around her, "Oh, that's nice" She managed, before pulling Luna to her feet, hugging her briefly and then setting off again, trying to find Harry and to help him reach Voldemort. She ran up a hill, sending curses over her shoulder as she did so. She reached the top and threw herself down on her stomach, so as not to be noticed.

She saw him, Harry. He was a couple of hundred meters from the centre, where Voldemort stood, surrounded by loyal Death Eaters. She knew, deep down, that he wouldn't be able to make it to the centre without being attacked.

Hermione felt a wave of cold all of a sudden. Only a few others seemed to notice it. She looked over to the Black Lake and saw, with pure horror that it was freezing over, fast. She blinked and it was solid ice. As if on cue she heard it, the shaky, raspy, rattle of a Dementors breath. She looked up and saw thousands of them, swooping over the grounds, taking effect on all, except Voldemort. Hermione saw Harry start to sway and knew that he didn't have enough left in him to conjure a Patronus like he did in their third year.

Then she felt it, two hearts beating in time. It was as if someone else was inside of her, she could feel another heart beat than her own, and instead of feeling scare she welcomed it, she'd missed that feeling.

"Expecto Patronum" Hermione cried, thinking of how it would feel to have the war over finally. An otter erupted from the end of her wand, but it was smoky, it disappeared after a few seconds. Panic ran through every inch of her. She saw Ron fall and not get back up, Percy ran over and punched the Death Eater who'd done it but he was blasted away. Hermione couldn't feel anything. Every happy memory was slipping away from her. But then, as if something had ignited inside of her, she remembered it, as if it was yesterday, and slowly she closed her eyes, allowing herself a few seconds to remember the past and to forget the present.

A/N: So that's it. No, only messing! This is the present. But the rest of the story will be the past, but told as if it was set in the present. Then we will return to the present! Hard to understand, I know! But you will! Let me know what you think.

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