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Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a girl . . . Oh forget it. It's been done, don't you think? Besides, it's not really my style. No, my life cannot be summed up using the usual cliches, as it is a very unusual life I am living. Being best friends to the Boy That Lived has made certain of that, I'm sure.

Not to say my life didn't start out normal enough: loving parents, friends, school, every day normal things. Until my11th birthday, anyway. That day changed every aspect in my life so completely and so suddenly that it was hard to believe it was ever normal.

I remember with perfect clarity the shock and thrill of finding out that I, Hermione Jane Granger, was anything but normal. Sure strange things had happened occasionally, such as wishing for something and having it appear in front of me, or simply winning almost every game I had ever played with my friends. But when young, we simply do no think of these things as strange.

I remember my parent's reaction, first shock, then pride at their daughter's unusual ability. At platform 9 3/4 their last words to me were " Now darling, remember, there has never been a Granger at this Hogwarts place, so make us proud."

I was hugged, kissed, and pushed toward the train. Not to make my parents sound cruel, they were just so proud at that moment, and they knew I would do well, and couldn't wait to see the person they knew I would become. But I get too far ahead of myself.

You might wonder why I right this now, instead of when I am older and have lived more of my life. It seems strange that a 23-year-old should be righting her memoirs, but I have lived through so much in those 23 years that, to me at least, it seems imperative.

But then again, I always did fancy writing. I will not bore you with details you already know, or my everyday activities such as teeth brushing and school work, though believe me I could.

No I'm here to tell the story of what happened afterwards, the story that, although not nearly as important as the defeat of Voldemort to most people, was so very important to me. This is the story of what happened when there was supposedly no war left to fight, no specific threat, no known enemy.

Don't get me wrong, just because Voldemort was dead did not mean that his followers disappeared, it would have been easier, believe me. But the main threat was taken out, and generally people felt safe once again. Life was being lived again by so many.

And yet, fo so many, there was no life left to live. It's strange, I used to never think of those who lived, rather I was stuck on those who had died, feeling somehow I failed them. Neville Longbottom, after finally avenging his parents and killing Bellatrix, was killed by Lucius Malfoy, who was then struck down by Ron. My Ron.

It is still strange to me not to be able to look into those crystal blue eyes, to show him something I found amusing, knowing he would enjoy it as well. When he was hit with the Avada Kedavra, sent to him by Voldemort himself, I felt a part of me die as well. I never thought I would recover from that wound, which ripped apart my very heart.

Harry saw it as well, and I say to this day that it was his final inspiration. It sent him over the edge, past the point of caring, past any point of reasoning.Not that anyone would have tried to reason with him. It gave him the strength he needed to finish it all. Or the rage, depending on ow you look at it. . It was as if everyone else stopped fighting when they saw Harry and Voldemort meet on that field. And it was fate.

It is funny what grief will do to a person, and I became a person possessed at that moment. I do not remember how many people I sent to their grave after that, nor did I care. It was as if I was watching myself, instead of really living it.

That was the worst day of my life, the day that set so many other people free. This story starts now, the day after the Last Day of Terror. If my dear reader would be so kind and turn the page, the interesting part has yet to come . . .

Authors Note:

Ok so, here's the deal; I write a chapter, you review it and tell me if you love it, hate it, dont really care,whatever...

I then take your advice (as long as it's not too out there) and improve my story, therefore, you like it more and review more, therefore I write more chapters. Repeat as needed.

LOL!! But seriously, lemme know whatcha think ok??Cause if nobody likes it, I'll just delete it, and the 4 other chapters I already have written...k??P.S... I'm posting two chapters today, cause this one just kinda begs for me to do so..., don't you agree??

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