So I would like to devote this chapter to a friend... An old friend who just... Well... It's just not working out anymore. So I decided it will be for the best if we just say goodbye...

So here I go: Goodbye, Linux Ubuntu the Lucid Lynx. You've truly outdone yourself. I fell in love with you just after my brother installed you and Windows on my computer. But now, we can not be together anymore. It's just that... Recently I've been starting to want more than you can ever give me. I mean, you won't even recognize my tablet and I went trough a hell just to link you into my family network... But still... I'm sure going to miss you. Miss our talks... our expeditions out in the Webs... Thousands of hours of porn... If I'm frank, I have no idea how I'm going to get used to minimizing windows on the right again... Or pressing the start button on the bottom of the screen... The noise you make when I turn you on... Think how weird it will be when I won't have to convert Open Office to Windows anymore... Oh, you have no idea how much I love you!

But it's your fault! You fucking went there and deleted Windows on your own! You never even asked! I know I called windows 'stupid', 'annoying' and 'shithead motherfucker damn idiot how is that fuck even possible' in the past, but that was no reason for you to just KILL HIM! It would have saved you, too! You knew I only needed him for work! You knew that I came to you the moment I finished with drawing and designing! I would have done it with you! But you just don't want to! You say you can do it but when it comes to it you just don't detect pen pressure, I'm sorry! Like I said. If you wouldn't delete him without my permission, you would still be here.

I'm going to cry over your virus free, minimum advertisement, low budget ass for so long, but believe me, it's for the best. I hope you find happiness in your... well... wherever dead computer systems go. So now, let us write the very last chapter here, in the comfortable silence of Open Writer...

Yours sincerely,

Nyush

Ron, Harry and Hermione were standing on the train platform awkwardly. Harry put his hands in his back pockets and looked very uncomfortable. How wouldn't he, when everyone was staring at him? Mothers would point their fingers at him while whispering all sorts of heroic tales about his bravery into their children's ears. Young boys and girls just stood there, mouths and eyes wide open in pure admiration for this man that single handedly defeated the You Know Who. Children were still afraid of saying his name out loud.

Harry was obviously annoyed by all this attention. Hermione looked at him and smiled. ''Come on, Harry. You deserve the praise. You did do some amazing things.''

''They get on my nerves. I didn't do anything. Well, I did risk my life and all, but didn't anyone else? I would be dead if everyone didn't help me. If you or Ron died, I would also be dead right now. Hell, if Neville died, we would all be dead right now. But nooo, of course, I am the greatest, the great Harry Potter. Hope they won't write some stupid fairytale book about me...'' Harry said, frowning.

Hermione smiled and hugged him. ''Oh, come on, they'll soon find something else to brag about.''

She then turned herself to Ron. He was just standing there, looking like a very unhappy dog.

''You alright, Ron?'' She asked him with a pet on the cheek. She didn't care if he was alright, she knew he wasn't and exactly why, because he sent her an owl every day about his blooming friendship with Harry, boo-hew-hoo, I'm so sad, I'm not going to see him until Christmas.

''Yes, I'm fine.'' Said Ron in a dark voice.

Harry sighed. ''Come on, Ron, we talked about this a thousand times. I'll owl you, I'll keep you updated, and I'll come visit you at Hogwarts as often as McGonagall lets me. Alright?''

''But... It's just won't be the same without you... The classes... Who am I going to play hangman with in class? I'm going to die of boredom. And who am I going to break all the school rules with? How can I have any fun without you around? And who...''

Hermione cut in in a very annoyed tone:'' Come on, Ron. How old are you? Eleven? You've survived the second war, and you won't survive one year of serious studies?'' Ron looked embarrassed. ''Well...'' He started but came nowhere because Hermione continued: ''Why did you even decide to go back if you can't focus? You've gotten your O.W.L.S., your education is complete if you want it to be. You decided to go back this year by yourself, no one is forcing you!'' Do you even want to go back?'' She asked him in a soft voice.

Ron was standing there. Harry and Hermione were looking at him, expecting to clear his mind once and for all. ''Well, mum always wanted me to go... And I thought you... With you...''

''HARRY!'' A tall female figure with long red hair came running towards the three and sprang directly into Harry's arms.

''Ginny, stop, I can't breathe!'' Harry laughed.

''I'm going to miss you soooo much and I'll send you lots of letters, and send me lots of letters,'' she said playfully and then added in a voice that was exactly like her mother's: '' and don't even try to think about looking at other women, or I'll hex you.''

''Whoa, whoa, no need for hexing, you know I love you.'' he said and gave her a peck on the lips.

''You see?'' said Hermione, ''She loves him even more than you do and she's making no drama about it. But you?'' She looked at him seriously. ''Tell me, do you want to go to Hogwards just because of your mother and me? Because if you...''

Then the train engine started. There was a loud whistle and a call for all passengers to board immediately. Hermione rushed towards the entrance and Ginny grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him into the same direction. Ron looked kind of confused, but Ginny pulled him in front of her and then pushed him up the stairs, into the crowd of students. She turned around to send Harry one last kiss, but realized he's already been attacked by news reporters and fans, and he didn't see anything past the fleshes of the camera. She sighed and boarded the train.

''Soo... Let's find an empty compartment?'' said Ginny.

''No, sorry, I can't.'' Hermione sighed ''I have to go see McGonnagal immediately. She told me to do so when I met her on the platform before. But you two go on, I'll join you If I'll be able to.'' She turned around and started walking towards the compartment number 59, where McGonagall was supposed to be.

''Come on, Ron, let's go! Jeez, what's wrong with you, can't you walk?'' She heard Ginny say.

Damn it. She almost got rid of him. She could see in his eyes that he wanted to stay, that he would stay. If only she would take the time to start convincing him before... Just a second! Couldn't the engine start just a second later? And Ginny just had to grab his arm! Hermione was sure that he wouldn't board the train if she didn't. She's gotten so angry that she had to stop in the corridor. She kicked the doors of the nearest compartment, scaring second years out of their minds. She watched their terrified little faces for a moment. It was like she is watching herself from five years ago. The year that the train stopped and pure fear came to patrol it. She slowly turned her gaze away from the window and began to think about Bellatrix again. Where is she right now? Has she already been transferred to Hogwarts? Probably...

She listened to the rattling of the train wheels and the sounds of laughter behind the closed doors. She smelled the air, and realized it hasn't changed from the first time she's been there. 'Smells just like a new beginning...' She slowly began feeling comfortable. 'Hogwarts. I'm going back to Hogwarts.' she smiled. 'I'm going back, and no Ron is going to stop me from getting what I want.'

''Miss Granger... Miss Granger!'' a familiar voice called her. ''Where are you going, I thought we said compartment 59.''

Hermione turned around and found the new headmistress sending her a serious look under her glasses.

''Yes, professor, excuse me, I've must have forgotten where I was headed...'' She bit her lip. ''So, what did you...''

''Will you step inside with me?'' McGonagall said and moved her head as a sign for her to hurry up.

''Yes, of course, but wh...'' Hermione had to stop talking, because she was shocked by what she saw in front of her.

There, on the chair by the window, Bellatrix Black was sitting like she owned the train. Heck, she looked like she owned the earth. She was looking trough the window with royal disinterest and if she knew that someone else was in the room with her, she sure didn't show it.

But the biggest shock to Hermione was not Bellatrix herself, but the change from her former form to this. She was bruised and bloody before, but now she looked clean and healthy. She's gained back most of her weight and she was wearing new clothes and shoes, and even a necklace.

'Well.. What do you know. They actually listened to my demands...' Hermione grinned. The dark witch now slowly started to turn her head around. Her hair was now a bush of beautiful black curves, held together by a silver hair pin. Hermione couldn't take her eyes away from her. What a change! Bellatrix was now looking her straight in the eyes. 'Wow! The wounds healed without any scars... Her face is... Beautiful actually... And her eyes..' Hermione couldn't help but to stare in this person in front of her. She then realized who this body actually belonged to. In all her plans and preparations she pictured Bellatrix the way she saw her that day... And now.. How is she supposed to... This woman... What?

''What, muddy, cat got you tongue?'' A low, arrogant voice said. It took a while for Hermione to realize that the sentence came from the dark red lips she was starring at just a moment ago. She began to feel fear crawling into her brain.

''What, muggles didn't teach you any manners? Close that mouth of yours and sit down. That woman over there wants to say something to us.''

Hermione slowly obeyed but she couldn't take her eyes away from the older woman.

McGonagall looked at Hermione, but she was staring at the Death Eater so intensly she forgot that the former Transfiguration teacher even existed.

''HERMIONE!'' she said out loud to remind her of the fact.

''Ah' I'm sorry, what?'' Hermione said, confused.

McGonagall sent her a strange look and then began:

''I called miss Granger here to exchange a few words with her, if that's alright with you, Miss Black?''

''Do what you want, it's not like I care.'' She said ignorantly, but she couldn't hide a curious look in her eyes.

''Alright, miss Granger. You have volunteered to take care of miss Black. You have also decided that you will take responsibility for all her actions. Is that right?''

'Just say no. Say no and you won't have to worry about anything. But I want to know...' '' Yes.''

''Are you fully aware of what that means?''

''Yes.''

''Now, miss Granger, your duties towards miss Black are simple. She must get enough food, water and she must maintain proper hygiene. If you consider it a good idea, you can allow her to go anywhere she wants, as long as it's on the school grounds and you accompany her. You must check on her every single day to see how she's doing and you will report her progress to me every week.'' McGonagall paused for a moment.

''There is just one more thing. Miss granger, I'm sure you are aware of who you are dealing with. You realize you might be putting your life on the line by doing this. But I am not aware if you realize that you are not alone in this school.'' She looked Hermione in the eyes ''If this woman tries to hurt any of the students, you are to disarm her and call for me. She will immediately be sent to Azkaban, as she knows this is her last last chance.'' Even if the Headmistress way eying her, Hermione knew those words were meant for Bellatrix. But they frightened her too. Azkaban...

''But, if she manages to do any harm, I'm afraid you'll be sent there as well... Because legally, anything she does, you pay for.''

McGonagall sighed. ''Now, miss Granger, go back to your friends and meet me after dinner in my office. And when I say my office I mean my new office, not the Transfiguration one. Alright?''

''Alright'' Hermione said quietly.

What has she gotten herself into?

Sorry bout the weird letter at the beginning, I get very emotional about my computer.

Anyway – we've got a heatwave here. I've filled my bathtub with icy cold water and go there every half hour to freeze to death, so I don't burn to death in the next half an hour. That reminds me! Gotta go take a bath.

Today I overcooked my milk rice. set the timer at 17.00 but I forgot and I didn't go in the kitchen until 18.00 and then I kinda noticed that the thing is still boiling. Whoops, my bad. I still ate it tough, and it was delicious. Quite mushy, but delicious. (:

I am sure you all enjoyed this very important information. :)