DICLAIMER: I am not and never will be the fantastic J.K. Rowling, so I only own the plot and new characters. If I was J.K. Fred would not be dead.
Hermione looked up at Ginny and Luna. They were all she had left now. They knew each other better than sisters; they worked as one in battle. Nothing could ever tear them apart, not even death. That was why they were taking the risk. Why they were doing the impossible. Going back in time was the only option left. So now they had made that decision, all that was left was to prepare. In the second year of the war Minerva had insisted that everyone left alive was an Animagus.
Their forms all meant something personal to them. Ginny's animal followed that of her twin brothers- and so when she transformed a red fox took her place, to remind her of the brother she had loved and lost. Luna had, naturally, had a bit of an odd animal. She was a hawk, but she was pure white, and her eyes were a piercing blue- an attribute that was inherited from her mother. Hermione, on the other hand was a black panther, with amber eyes that stared deep into the depths of your soul. The first time she had seen a panther, she was in Florida with her parents, walking through the middle of nowhere. She had almost missed it, lying almost out of sight, on a branch. Her dad had quietly pointed it out to her. "Do you see that panther, just there? She is a wild creature, Hermione, and very dangerous. But see, she senses we bear no ill will, that we will not hurt her. Always remember: if you respect an animal in the wild, you have absolutely nothing to fear." And as if to prove her father's point, the panther stalked across the dirt track they stood on, and stopped to give her a glance, and carried on, disappearing into the foliage.
"'Mione, are you okay?" asked Ginny, glancing sidelong at Luna. "What? Oh yeah, I'm fine." Hermione shook herself out of the memory and glanced at her watch. "Luna, the wolfsbane is ready, can you get that for me? I need to check on the Polyjuice potion, it should be ready by tomorrow." As Luna hurried off to check on the potion, she ticked it off of the list she carried around. "So all we're waiting for is the Polyjuice, and then we pack and then we can leave. Have I forgotten anything?" she asked Ginny, lying back on her bed. "No that's it, but you have to let me do one thing." The redhead replied mischievously. "What?"
"I want to take the wards off the house right before we leave, so they can see the sign I made." Hermione shot up in bed. "What sign? I never heard about any sign!" she said, panicking and wracking her brain for anything she might have forgotten. Ginny grinned. "Luna and I made a sign saying 'See ya suckers, this must be awkward, you just lost to three girls. Turns out your bald-headed freak of a leader is no match for the girls of Hogwarts!"
By the time Ginny had finished speaking, Luna had re-entered the room, and Hermione was in tears of laughter. "I said we should take a picture of us with it and send it to Voldy…I'd love to see his face though…shame we're leaving…" commented Luna offhandedly. Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other, dumbstruck for a second, and then dissolved into fits of laughter. "Best…bloody…idea of…the…century!" Hermione choked out between gasps of breath. After laughing till their stomachs could take it no more, Ginny got the wizard camera Dennis Creevey had given them. His older brother, Colin, had bequeathed it to whoever of the Golden Trio made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Dennis had died the next day, in a raid on Malfoy Manor, though not before taking out the man who murdered his brother, a man they only knew as Travers.
Getting up, they posed by the sign that Ginny produced with a flourish, smiling and waving at the camera, in a final act of defiance before they left this time forever. After the photo was taken, Hermione pulled out her wand and cast several stinging hexes and a range of different curses so that the package could only be opened by Voldemort himself, and when he did, he would be hit with an assortment of painful spells. Ginny and Luna smiled approvingly, and added a few of their own, including Ginny's renowned Bat-Bogey Hex.
Finally, as a finishing touch, Hermione pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen from her desk drawer, and wrote:
"Dear Moldy-Voldy,
As you may or may not know, I am the last surviving member of the Golden Trio. And as I write this, I think of Harry and Ron, and the many times you tried to kill us three. We are eluding you for the last time, and as we escape, I want to thank you for the memories, you no-nosed son of a bitch. You gave me the opportunity to prove my worth in the world, and you helped me prove to pureblooded prats *cough* Lucius *cough* (Draco we all decided to forgive you, and FYI you are an attractive man) that we muggleborn are every bit as good as you, if not better. Ginny is the last of a pureblooded family as well, Luna leaves the Quibbler to no heir, and I leave you knowing that you were beaten by a muggleborn every step of the way. So thanks, Voldy, we had some good times, but honestly, you are such a drama queen. So many chances to kill Harry, but all you heard was 'oppurtunity to talk'. So bye, and thanks for everything.
Bye the way, all you Death Eaters, your slimy little leader here is a HALF-BLOOD! YOU'VE ALL BEEN FOLLOWING A HALF-BLOOD FOR DECADES!
Love, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood.
Hogwarts out.
A/N: First time-travel fic, read and review, tell me what you think!