J.K. Rowling's characters.

Warning: Slash

P.S Lucius Malfoy is in the same year as the marauders, soz for not following book.

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It was the final battle and the Hogwart's grounds were ablaze with fire. The lights of a thousand spells dashed across the grass, destroying everything in their path. Screams and shouts blended together leaving a constant roaring in the ears. As people focused in on their opponent, everything else fell into a blurred background. Families and friends were forgotten as people fought for their own lives. Ron and Hermione were the only people who managed to stick together and support each other rather then making it every man for himself. They watched as their best friend raised his wand to the dark lord.

"Avada Kedavra"

"Expelliarmus."

Voldemort's spell rebounded and the man died, falling to the floor in a rather anti-climatic ending. Death eaters, students, aurors and teachers stared dumb struck at the clump of black robes. Harry stood stock still, panting in harsh breaths. A roar erupted from the circle of death eaters.

Bellatrix Lestrange burst though the group, spewing curses at Harry. The boy jumped into action, running back from the centre. The aurors, too moved at the attack and were soon rounding up death eaters who were still in shock. Ron and Hermione dashed to their friends side. The crazed woman no longer seemed to care that it was three against one but instead shot a curse out at Ron.

"Tempus Viator Expello." She screeched. A blinding white ball shot out from her wand.

"Ron!" Both Hermione and Harry screamed, grabbing hold of their friend at either side, trying to protect him. Just before the orb reached the trio, it exploded, the light enveloping the three and blinding their eyes.

White mist enveloped their minds, crushing their consciousness. They were only aware of the each others fingers as they grabbed hold on their friends arms.

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Hermione was the first to awake. She opened her eyes to the clear blue sky, watching the swallows dive and dip above her. Her mind set to work immediately, analysing the details of what had happened and recollecting her memories. Her thoughts eventually were grouped together and were organised to make sense. She bolted up right, clenching her hand in search of her boyfriend.

"Ouch."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief at Ron's unintelligent exclamation. Hermione rolled over to get a better look at the red-head, making sure he was alright. Looking over to the other side of Ron, a still unconscious Harry lay. She crawled across her boyfriends stomach, ignoring his "oofs".

"Harry…Harry! Wake up." She shook the boy.

"Urgh, I'm up. I'm up."

"Ha-rry. For God's sake, look around you."

Harry slowly sat up and tuned his head to Ron, who was scratching his head in confusion.

"What happened?" Ron asked, frowning at Harry.

"Dunno" was the careless reply.

"You Idiots!" Hermione screeched. "We were hit by Bellatrix Lestrange's curse."

Both boys went wide eyed.

"But…were still alive, and on Hogwart's grounds. In the same place we fell."

"Yes, well thank you for stating the obvious Ronald. I think we should look around."

"Yeah, sure." Harry agreed with Hermione, standing up and stretching.

The three set off, down towards the school. When Harry suddenly stopped, the two turned around staring at the boy who was grinning goofily, with a quizzical look.

"We need to celebrate. Voldemort's gone." Harry stated.

Ron's frown erupted into a beam

"Too right mate." He said, patting Harry on the shoulder.

"Yes, yes, congratulations Harry. Now, I think we should look around, it's too early to celebrate now." Hermione grumbled, before grabbing the boys and dragging them down to the castle.

The three entered through the large doors and stared around at the perfectly clean, unharmed building.

"They did a real good job of cleaning up." Ron murmured.

Hermione merely frowned, before storming off up to the headmaster's office.

She came to an abrupt halt in front of the gargoyle.

"Lemon Drops, Liquorice, Murray mints, Marzipan, Sherbet, Lollipop."

The Gargoyle jumped out of the way and Hermione continued her march up the stairs.

The two boys followed but stopped directly behind her at the door. The two boys gaped, their faces deadly white and eyes open wide. Hermione's face had also dropped in colour, her lips were pursed and a deep frown was set on her forehead.

The late Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his arms neatly folded and eyebrows slightly raised.

"And you three are?"