Chapter One

"You cannot expect us, any of us, to believe that we have a chance that we have a hope any longer!" The man's voice was shaking as his knuckles turned white due to his grip on the wooden kitchen chair. His eyes were wide in fear and despair. "All these years Dumbledore spoke about the chosen one; we had him there was no way we would lose! And we believed him! The blasted old fool managed to convince us all to place our lives in the hands of a fucking child! A CHILD!" He shouted causing a few sprays of spit to fly from his mouth. A few sobs being choked back was heard, "And we all led him to his slaughter and now...now we are fucked. We lost...and you are trying to tell us we need to fight?"

The sweat matted brown hair falling into his eyes shook slightly as he let out a shaky sigh. "I am tired of fighting Shacklebolt, we all are! We have watched friends and family die. We have watched the old fall besides the young, the new parents with the seasoned... I buried my wife and our six month gestational daughter; she never even took her first breath and still I fought but what do we do now? Dumbledore is dead, Potter is dead, Voldemort fears no one else; how do you kill someone who won't die...how do you fight someone who does not fear?"

"If we give up now all those deaths; our friends, our family, our teammates...it would be in vain."

"But think of the lives that will be saved if we do give up."

"For how long though?" She finally spoke up. The two men instantly fell silent. They had not seen nor heard her enter the meeting; she wasn't surprised by that either. The room was packed with every order member, every inch was occupied and a cooling charm was placed on the room to fight the body heat. Not to also mention she had not left her room for the past week, not since she watched her best friend get beheaded on the Ministry steps. She had not eaten or showered, she kept her door locked and her room silenced. Anyone who dared to enter was instantly blasted back out the door, only two people were allowed entrance and they had also been shocked to see her there.

"Hermione..." Kingsley straightened upwards and ran his hands nervously down the front of his robes, "I did not think we would be seeing you tonight, how are you?"

Hermione Granger laughed bitterly. "How am I?" The tears unwillingly pooled in her eyes. A scrap of a chair had Hermione's once warm honey brown eyes snap to a pair of grey worried eyes, "Don't" She barked and he seemed to falter in his movements making Hermione turn back to Kingsley. "Let me tell you Kingsley...I am fucking shit. It wasn't enough to lose Ron at Hogwarts, to walk through the fucking Great Hall to see his..." She slammed her mouth closed and took a deep breath before continue, "But to have Harry...I was there or did you forget that? How am I? How am I?"

"Hermione..." Sirius had stood from his chair as she faced the tall dark skinned Wizard and was besides her without her knowledge. His arm slide around her shoulder and she glared at him but didn't force him to move it realizing she had been shaking.

"Why keep fighting Mitchel? Because you are dead anyway. You are a half blood. Diggle. Dead, blood traitor, poor blood traitor. Abbott. Dead, blood traitor. Longbottom. You'll die eventually or you will end up like your parents. Lavender? Dead. Weasley's...all of you dead.. Ginny would be kept alive. She would make a nice prize from some high up death eater. You might be a blood traitor hun but you are pureblood and gorgeous. Sirius oh lord you might be spared if you swear fealty. Kingsley, you'd live. You are important. Minerva would live, she would be stationed at the school- Do you want me to continue? Do you want to know that I would rather slit my wrists than to find out exactly what would happen to me. Why can't we give up? Because we are each other's only hope for survival, because Harry spent his whole childhood suffering repercussions of Voldemort...we can't let more children suffer. What about poor Teddy Lupin, they have him and plan to raise him like his own, if that was your child what would you want us to do."

"What do you propose we do then Granger?"

"For now we move base. We leave in a week, we will split up, we will heal and we will meet up in a few months. For now we pull back, we heal ourselves." Hermione ran her hands over her face then with a heavy sigh, "I am tired." She turned on her heel and headed out and away from the crowd, Sirius on her heels and Ginny following shortly behind.

Author's Note:

Okay hello everyone. Let me start off with please bare with me. I haven't written FanFiction in a very long time and kind of just threw this together. The chapters will get much longer, the writing will get much better! I know there isn't much information about what is going on but all things will be cleared up as we go along as I am sure we all know because that is usually how these things work out right? This fanfiction will not be moving fast and most likely will be updated weekly. I am a mother to three children 6 and under. I work 45+ hours a week and have many many many a things to do in my real life so please be patient with me. If you notice I have taken a bit in between posts please send me a message because sometimes I actually don't realize how much time passes, ya know? Anyway I hope I caught some people's attention and plan to start a part of the next chapter before I leave my current location. I return back to my work week tomorrow so hopefully I will have something up before next Tuesday but I will not make any promises.

xoxo Maria