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Hermione was sitting with Ron and Harry in Grimmauld Place just talking. Something they hadn't been able to do since the defeat of the Voldemort. From press confrences to pointless Ministry meetings, they had had precious little time to just sit and talk to each other. Now that they had time, though, it wasn't the same. Harry was still blaming himself for all the losses they had had in the Final Battle and Ron wouldn't stop playing with her hair. Something she found sweet, but utterly annoying.

"Harry? Hello. Earth to Harry," said Ron. He was trying to make things better, but Hermione could see it wasn't helping. Harry looked up, his eyes still blank and expressionless. He was to young and caring to have to go through this, but he had to anyway.

"Harry, its not your fault," she said, getting up and kneeling beside him putting her hand on his. She desperatly tried to convey to him that everything was going to be all right, that life would go on, and that no one blamed him. He didn't get the message. He stood up and walked away, not saying a word.

She sat on the floor and then turned to Ron with tears in her eyes.

"Aww, Hermione," he said, getting up to wrap his arms around her and give her a shoulder to cry on. They sat there on the floor for what seemed like hours until Hermione finally found her voice.

"I t-thought everyt-t-thing was g-g-going to b-be better," she said still trying to control herself," I thought w-when V-V-Voldermort died w-we would b-be ok."

"Hermione, everything is going ot be ok. Just give it some time," he said in a soothing voice.

She nodded and then stood up when all of the sudden a blinding white light hit her and then she vanished.

"HERMIONE!" yelled Ron frantically. Realizing that was no good, he took a different approach. "HARRY!" he screamed and ran out of the room in search of his friend.

James, Sirius and Remus sat in the Room of Requirement shoving their faces with delicious food they had just nicked from the kitchens and enjoying their endless supply of butterbeers, thanks to the Hogwarts house-elf population.

It was the Christmas holiday, so most of the students had gone home leaving the three of them the only Gryffindors. Peter's mother was ill, so he had gone home to help. Sirius stayed wherever James was and Remus never went home for holidays, so they now entertained themselves with ideas for new pranks to pull on their enemy.

"So what are we going to do to Snivellus?" asked Sirius giddy to come up with a plan.

"Will you guys at least leave Snape alone over Christmas," said Remus, his nose in a book

"Why?" asked James," he's a git."

Remus closed his book and looked at James.

"You know, when you told Lily you were going to leave Snape alone I thought you actually meant it," he said staring at James accusingly. The boy in question had enough decency to look ashamed while Sirius had no problem voicing his opinion.

"Well that's no fun," he said,"Snivellus deserves it."

"By doing what," replied Remus, "existing?"

"Ya and..." started Sirius, but he never go to finish because a blinding white light filled the room and then a beautiful brunette woman stood in front of the Marauders.

When she looked up, she said the most intelligent thing she could think of.

"Bloody Hell"