A/N- Hey! So if anyone's read my other story, you probably know that I haven't updated since that first chapter. I'm sorry! After publishing it, I realized I had no idea where it was going. Any ideas would be appreciated. Thanks! Anywho, I'm hoping this story will be different. I have an actual plot mapped out this time so I think I'll do better. So wish me luck!

This story is dedicated to my best friend, Alex, because it's becoming increasingly difficult not to hate her.

I sat on an old leather couch in the waiting room. The building reminded me of an insane asylum. The walls were all white with checkered tile floors. The hallways seemed to extend forever and the Healers all had a look on their face that said, "I don't get paid enough for this."

I remembered the war. It came earlier than we expected. We weren't prepared at all. It was close to a miracle that we won. It all came down to the fact that the DA had continued to have meetings after my 4th year. With all the DADA spells we'd been learning, we were the ones who turned the tide of the battle.

Unfortunately, we didn't all escape unscathed; unlike Mr. I'm So Cool With This Oddly Shaped Scar On My Face. The bruises on Luna's back looked like they'd never disappear. And Neville's face was hardly recognizable after the major reconstruction he'd had to get. And then there's me.

I stood transfixed in the middle of the final battle of Hogwarts. Spells, hexes, and curses of all kinds flew back and forth. Even though their master had fallen, the remaining Death Eaters seemed determined to destroy every last one of us opposing them. Bodies of the dead and wounded littered the ground, and blood stained the flower-studded May grass.

I stared as Crabbe Senior blasted Neville backwards. He rose up, his face ugly and distorted. I cried out in anguish. Bill, Fred, Dean, Lupin, and Colin had already fallen. Ron, Hermione, Charlie, Tonks, and Luna were being treated for life-threatening wounds. My friends and family were dropping like flies.

A wave of rage washed over me. I drew my wand and started towards the men in black. I took the first one down with a signature Bat-Bogey Hex. 1, 2 3. Lights of all colors flew out of my wand in quick succession. 7,8,9,10. Tom's faithful followers seemed to be paying the fiery redhead some attention. 16, 17, 18. My eyes gleaming, I set out towards my foes. 23, 24, 25, 26. I was unstoppable, invincible. 32, 33, 34. I heard someone scream my name from behind me. I turned around in time to see the emerald green light flood my vision.