The Dark Trio

by Mrs X Y and Z

Fred, George and Hermione are the only ones left at the end of the war. They are the only ones who can stop Voldemort. But what happens when he tries to kill them. After all the universe can't let itself be destroyed by a maniac. It has to try to save itself. But that still doesn't answer why it chose those three.

21. Chapter 21

A/N: This is from Fred's point of view. I would also like to thank a guest for his review. I hope I can correct the mistakes from the last chapter in this one without ruining the plot!

It's dinner now and I can feel George's confusion from beside me. It feel's weird, knowing George's emotions without our necklaces. We've both been so wrapped up in the war that we've not had a chance to be us for a long time. But when I ask what's wrong with him the answer he gives shows me we still have a long way until we are back to the way we once were. Though his answer does make me smile. And then chuckle. And then laugh; a happy, humour-filled, free laugh. George looks on confused but from the right of me I spot Hermione's lips twitching.

"What?" George snaps at us, apparently not appreciating being laughed at. Though looking at his face just makes me chuckle again.

"Mum graduated years ago. Bill and Charlie are already born. Though our uncles were in our first class. Gideon and Fabian Prewett. I was a bit surprised you didn't realise. You do know mum's maiden name was Prewett, right?" Laughter bubbles out of me again at his blank expression.

At the end of dinner we walk back to our quarters whilst Hermione stays behind to talk to Minerva. It's difficult seeing how the last time we were on Hogwarts grounds we were killed by Mouldy Shorts. Hopefully she won't be too long or I'll start to worry. Not that I can help it, we were all she had for at least a year.

George spots me worrying and tells me to go to bed. "She'll be back before you've even fallen asleep". But somehow that doesn't reassure me, probably because the only times we have been apart for the last year is when one of us has been on a dangerous mission. I still remember the last time she came back after a dangerous mission, covered in her own blood. She was almost passed out because of blood loss but managed to tell us that she had defeated Voldemorts inner circle.

By now I realise I've changed and gotten into the bed. It feels to big without Hermione and George in here with me though. Sighing I roll over onto my side, looking at the indent in Hermione's pillow from her head. One strand of curly brown hair rests on it. Picking it up I start to fiddle with it, snapping it quickly. By now though, I can feel my eyes starting to drift close.

George lied. Hermione isn't back yet.