Disclaimer: I own nothing ! JKR is our queen and I am just a french girl who tries to write in english...

So excuse all my errors... I tried but I think I failed... I'm in deep need of a beta. My story is already complete but like you'll read, I NEED a beta !

Finally, at least… They were the only two words that reached her brain. Voldemort had finally passed away. At least. At the cost of many lives, certainly, but he would never again dictate his unhealthy motto. That purebloods, so proud of their immaculate magical capital, had followed a man, born from an inbred witch and a muggle, went past her. But since she had entered the wizarding world, nothing astonished herself anymore!

She looked around her and hesitated on the procedure. Should she join Ron and his family around the corpse of Fred or join Harry, with those of Remus and Tonks. Suddenly she thought of poor Teddy ... Teddy, barely a month and an orphan...

"Harry?" She called.

She could not decently ask him if he was okay but yet the question burned her lips. He deserved more than everyone to be well and to look forward to finally live his life.

"They died because of me, Hermione!" He replied. "Teddy is alone now and it's my fault!"

"No, you're wrong! You're not responsible!" She countered. "You're also a victim! You never chose this. Voldemort imposed this on you and we all decided to carry this burden with you!"

"But Hermione ..."

"There is no "but", Harry James Potter!"

Hermione almost screamed the last sentence and did not realize it. All those present in the Great Hall paused for a moment from mourning their dead to listen.

"You do not have forced us into anything, it was our choice! Just as you chose to fight and to finish with the snake and not run away!" She continued. "Yes, we have suffered losses, people dear to our heart, some unknown but all believed in your victory, OUR victory! How would Fred and Remus and Tonks react if they could hear you?"

She looked at Harry, who had come to listen and was letting the tears flow freely down his face. She put a hand on each cheek and forced her friend to look into her eyes.

"Harry, you're a victim of the madness of this man, as all of us. You do not have to feel guilty, period!" She finished the rest of her rant in a softer tone. "Now, you deserve to live for you. Don't tell me "no" and if you think it anyway, live for Teddy. You're his godfather and you will be the closest thing to a father to him ... I know it's cliché and you know I hate it but please try..."

"She's right Harry" Said Ron, who had left his family to support Hermione. "Come on."

He put a hand on the shoulder of his best friend and pulled him toward him, doing the same with on the other side with Hermione. They shared the embrace for a few minutes, reaffirming their ties and vowing silently that now everything would be better.

The wizarding world finally reborn from its ashes, as Fawkes. British witches and wizards buried and mourned their dead and celebrated the life and victory. From June, repairs began at Hogwarts and advanced much faster than those of the Ministry of Magic. Each generation passed through the majestic doors of the building to follow their seven years of study, came to pay their respects to the school and particularly to those who had fallen during what was already called "The Battle of Hogwarts". No matter their age or the place they came from. Some were not even alumni themselves. Fleur Weasley, née Delacour, called family and school friends for help and generosity. Madame Maxime requisitioned from the French Ministry (through an address book rather full) the sending of magical architecture's experts. Viktor Krum came with old friends from Durmstrang and his Quidditch team. Hogwarts came back to life.

It took almost three months to the castle to become what it was. As soon as she was certain that on October first, everything would be finished, Minerva McGonnagal sent a bunch of owls announce the good and great news: Hogwarts would again open its doors to students! She invited students who would have graduated the previous school year to finish their schooling or pass their ASPIC at the Ministry at their convenience.

Of course, Harry, Ron and Hermione had contributed, as the entire Weasley clan. Even if they had not spent all their time at the castle, they were proud to have participated in the resurrection of their second home or first in Harry's case. The boy who lived had much to do: avoid Rita Skeeter and her colleagues as the cloud of fan that harassed him, build a relationship with his godson, although Teddy was too small to participate further than smiles or occasional chirping and finally be there for Ginny. Ron meanwhile had to mourn Fred, dodge reporters and fans, help George to manage the store and manage George as well. George lived with more than difficulty the death of his twin. It was his other half who died, not only his brother... And he had to learn to live without this half, learn to don't turn to share an idea or tell a good joke, and learn to finish his sentences alone... Hermione was obviously present for Ron, despite the fact that their relationship did not work. Strangely, it was after their first time that they both realized it. Neither one regretted the act, but no passion emanated from their relationship. Just great complicity and tender love, but unfortunately not the kind of love to move mountains and other things. Hermione had gone to Australia to find her parents but could not bring herself to lift the spell when she saw her mother pregnant and about to give birth. Her parents were so happy and carefree that she preferred to leave them as Wendell and Monica Wilkins. The spell she had put them under was so complex and powerful that there was a chance she could not lift it and aftermath were possible. Therefore, she returned to her adopted family, explained everything and brushed off their concern. She preferred to focus on George, Ron and Percy who had the burden of guilt on his shoulders.

Summer had come and gone, and the eve of the academic year had finally arrived. They would finally live a normal school year, even though ASPIC loomed and therefore the general enthusiasm Hermione felt somewhat fell. Surprisingly, after a conversation with Percy, she decided to live a full life as a teenager. To what Ginny had replied "Now that you're deflowered, you'll be able to really have fun! ". Hermione had blushed terribly and ended up pushing her friend. Never, EVER, she would play it like a hussy as Molly called them. It was definitely not her style but if she liked someone, why not! Neville became very attractive growing up, he had acquired the aura of a warrior and his scars added to his charm. 'In addition, he has great hands' could not help but think the young witch, her face growing pink.

"What are you thinking about Hermione?" Asked Ginny.
" Neville's hands" She could not help but respond.
" Neville' hands?" Repeated her friend. "The ... hands ... Oh Hermione Granger, naughty girl! I can't believe that ..."

Thus, the last evening was spent at the Burrow, Hermione and Ginny giggling and chuckling as the two girls they were. The next day, the Weasley clan accompanied the last two of them who went to Hogwarts, on Platform 9 ¾ as well as the honorary members of their family. They kissed and hugged goodbye and did the same to say hello to their friends who were coming back to Hogwarts. Finally, they went home! But the joy and carefree lasted only a short time since the accident that brings us to this story took place nine days later. Event and date are known in the wizarding world as Friday, October 9, 1998, the day Hermione Granger disappeared.

So ! That was the prologue. Did you liked it? Please review and if anyone wants to be my beta, tell me ! See you soon !