This is going to be a story that I will hopefully not lose interest in, I am planning on eventually getting the others done, but people dont seem too interested in most of the plots... it would be great if you could leave a review.
Disclaimer: I am only posting this once. I do not own the characters or places unless you do not recognise them from one of the books. JK Rowling is the creator of this magical world and all characters and places ect. belong to her or Warner Brothers or Scholastic or Bloomsbury, or whoever the hell it is that owns it.
The aftermath.
The war was over and the result was sad. Harry Potter was dead, and Voldemort was reigning over the wizarding world.
All those with the socalled 'dirty blood' were murdered, save for a select few that were done studying at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
One of those lucky few were Hermione Granger. She hadn't a clue why, but she was spared. OK, so she was the brightest student to ever step foot out of Hogwarts, but so what. She was a known supporter of the order of the Phoenix and a good friend of Harry Potter.
Needless to say, life was rough for her. She had tried to live as a muggle, but that was just not possible for her after all the magic she had discovered.
She was on her way to go and live with one of her best friends brother's in Diagon Alley. The Weasley twins. Their brother, Ron was killed trying trying to avenge Sirus Black's death. They were fighting on the Riddle's property. Ron was levitated, and then dropped by Beladrix Lestrange, and he was impaled on a fence.
What came to her was not a prety sight. Hermione who had been Ron's girlfriend since the beginning of their last year at Hogwarts took Belladrix's life.
Hermione followed Beladrix down the hill towards the town, and noticed off to one side that there was a small graveyard. Hermione called for Beladrix and stunned her when she looked around. Hermione being the tiny thing that she was then dragged her up the hill slightly, and into the graveyard.
'Consider this an easy death.' Hermione had said as she levatated Belladrix to a wooden cross in the middle of the graveyard. She then shot razor sharp nails through her hands and her feet.
Belladrix whailed in pain as she regained conciousness from the stun. Hermione then bent down and from around her ankle in a holster she pulled out a dagger. She thrust it into what was left of Belladrix's heart countless and then trudged herself out of the graveyard muttering and hystarical about what she had just done.
When she returned to the top of the hill it was all over. she found Harry's body. It was laying. So peaceful. Under the most vibrant Dark Mark she had ever seen. It was the colour she recognised as Harry's eyes.
Hermione shook herself from the terible state of mind that she was in. The new knight bus driver had come and told her that they were at the Leaky Cauldron.
The new driver was in no way quite as nice as Earnie, but he could have been worse. The seccond that she stepped off the bus,and into the pouring rain, it disappeared with a defening crack.
Tom, the barkeeper, was still at work, though he didnt have as many pleasent customers as he usually did. Most of the people who came in around this time of year were those who were of muggle heritage, and who's children had just recieved their letters. These days, it was only purebloods, and half-bloods pretending to be pure, that walked through those doors.
Tom was happy to see Hermione, a friendly, familiar face.
'Hermione Granger! How glad I am to see you. Would you care to stay for a quick drink?' He asked. A few people looked up when they heard the name.
'Sorry Tom, I'm running late, but I am moving in with the Weasley twins, so I will be sure to stop in some time.'
One of the people who looked up when she entered, followed her with his eyes as she approached the back of the bar towards the entrance to diagon alley.
She walked out into the rain, and slowly proceeded down the alley. When she approached a building that stood out against the rest she knew that she had found the place. She went around back and found a set of stairs that loked as though they would be a fire escape from the building.
She re-read the note that said to climb the first set of stairs that she saw when she got behind the building.
When she was about halfway up, she felt the stairs give way and then she felt as though she was going down a slide. When she hit the cold, wet ground she cursed.
It wasn't like her old self, but she did anyways. The door at the top of the stairs opened and she could see two figures step out. Even in the pitch black of the night she could make out their red hair and she could tell it was the Weasley twins.
'Now Fred, I could have sworn that you dissarmed the security system.' said George.
'And I could swear that you said the same.' replied Fred.
'And I could use some help, by one of you disarming the security system and letting me out of the bloody rain.' said Hermione.
George then stuck his wand in a tiny hole and muttered for a few secconds.
'There you go. That should be good now.' he said.
She climbed the staris, hesatating at the first step. When it didnt move she proceeded to the top of the stairs.
She reached the top, releived that she didnt have to go down the slide of stairs, and she threw her arms around the twins, who greeted her like a sister.
'Do come in.' said Fred.
They led Hermione into what from the outside would look like a small two bedroom apartment, into a whole entire house. It was quite plain, considering who owned it. The walls were white in the open concept house.
'What does it look like to you?' George asked.
'pardon?' hermione asked.
'The room... explain your colour scheme!' he said almost urgently.
'Well it's white, with textured tan furniture and stainless steel appliances in the kitchen' Hermione said as though it were quite obvious.
'Well thats a boring one' said Fred.
'Excuse me? I'm not the designer here. Its not my house.' she retorted.
'Oh, but it is. We just developed a new product that when applied to different surfaces, will appear to be different to different people depending on what they are feeling at that particualr time.' He explained
'Well,' Hermione said quite in shock, 'what do you two see when you look at it?'
'Mine is lime green walls, dark stained wood floors and electric blue furniture.' said George
'For me it has yellow walls, pale green furniture, and a really light stained floor.' said fred. 'It's usually more vibrant, but I need to relax.'
'Well thats rather interesting. How did you come up with that idea?' she asked.
'We were in the streets of london one day and we saw a redecorating shop, and we decided that it would be easier for people if they didnt have to always redecorate, so we,'
'with some help from a few decorating guru's,' inserted Fred
'Designed a type of paint that would go on anything and that would show up as what ever the person wanted at that particular time.' Finished George.
'But the enitre house isnt done yet... it takes a while to put the paint up, seeing as you cant use magic to put it everywhere. You have to think like a muggle, and put it up using rollers and such.' said Fred.
'Thats interesting,' said Hermione as she yawned 'but I am getting rather sleepy. Could you show me to a room please?'
'Right this way young one!' said George almost too enthusiastically.
They directed her down the hall, and to a nice large room with its own ensuite bathroom and a walk-in closet.
'Thank you so much.' Hermione said
'Oh its not a problem, after how happy you made our brother and how well you took revenge. I just want to say thank you for that. You have no idea how much it meant to us.' Said Fred. George nodded in agreement.
She said good night and they proceeded down the hallway to their own rooms.