"Are you sure this is where he said it was?" Hermione asked, looking around. She saw nothing but fields.

They had come to the countryside to find the resistance group. The time to take Voldemort down once and for all was upon them. And they were going to need help. Blaise had told them where he thought their encampment was but so far, there was nothing here.

"Yes," Harry said. "We went over it when you went to see Malfoy. He said they got the location from your father. I wanted to ask you about that actually, because I know your parents are in Australia and they're Muggles. They wouldn't be part of the resistance even if they were in England."

"The man he called my father was the stepfather of the face I stole," she admitted quietly. She had thought Harry would be her redemption for all the things she had done to bring him back. In a way, he was. She knew what she did was necessary, that the evils that would plague her soul had had to be done. That helped her a bit. Because even now she believed Harry was their only hope. He was the only one who could stop Voldemort and make things right again in the world. But that didn't change what she had done, what she had endured. She tried to console herself that a few lives, one face, one girl's stolen death were just a means to an end. But she knew the truth. She knew it wasn't enough to know that she had had to do the things she had done.

"I will never forgive myself for making you go through that," he said quietly, as if reading her thoughts.

She smiled at her best friend. "I would do it all again, Harry. Don't forget, it was my choice. It was my hand that did these things."

"And it was my strings that pulled you," he said quietly.

She sighed, knowing there was nothing she could say. He would carry this with him forever, just as she would. Then she thought of something. "Harry, if they got the location from Mr. Shardae, then they've known about the location of the resistance this whole time. What if they attacked already?"

"They didn't," he assured her. "Blaise said that no one but he and Malfoy knew what they found. Malfoy didn't want to tell anyone. That he even told Zabini was a surprise. That was after he threatened his life if he told of course."

"Why didn't he want to tell?" She asked.

"He told Zabini it was because he thought the man would go back and Voldemort would find out Draco let him go. But Zabini reckons it was because he knew it would upset you if something happened to the man he thought was your father. It sounds like he loves you, Hermione. I never would have imagined."

"He cares for Jean Wyler," she said quietly. Even as she said it, she wasn't sure. Sure, she would have gotten out of his study one way or another, but he had let her go. He had let her go after fucking her as Hermione Granger, after saying her name. That had to mean something, didn't it?

Suddenly, Harry stopped. "We're being watched."

She looked around slowly, and saw nothing. There was only empty fields around them. "Are you sure?"

"He's sure," another voice answered her. They drew their wands but it didn't matter. There were 8 wizards surrounding then, each with their wand pointed right at them.

Hermione wanted to cry when she saw who the voice belonged to. "George?" She cried. She had thought he had left with his parents after the battle. There was nothing for the Weasleys in England. Most of their children were dead. Everyone they cared about was too. There had been no choice but to leave and never look back. "I thought you were in Romania!"

"Not another word, Death Eater," their ginger friend said coldly. And then she understood. They would have to prove they were who they said they were. Because Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were dead. And one of theirs had been caught. They would think this was a trap, an ambush. "This is low, even for you lot."

"What?" Harry said, confused. "George, it's us. Hermione and Harry. You know us."

"Harry, we're both supposed to be dead, remember?" She said quietly. "They don't know."

"Oh yeah, great plan this," Harry grumbled. He faced George. "I can prove it's us. I gave you your start up gold for your shop."

George faltered for a moment. But then his face became hard again. "That doesn't prove anything."

"Show them your patronus, Harry," she said quietly.

"Don't even think about it," another wizard jabbed his wand at them. It took her a moment to see the face of Anthony Goldstein. He had been so attractive back at Hogwarts. Now his face had a large gash along the side, his nose had been broken one too many times, and half his ear was gone. She guessed they had all paid a price in this war. "We're not going to let you trick us, you Death Eating filth. Keep your wands where we can see them."

"Please," Hermione begged. "Let him just show you. George, you know a patronus can't be replicated no matter the enchantment. We can prove it's us!"

"Weasley," another unfamiliar face started.

"Sod off," George said, deliberating. "If they are telling the truth, it's Hermione Granger. She could have pulled it off."

"We can't risk it," Goldstein said.

"For Harry Potter, the really Harry Potter, we can," George said. "Show us."

"Expecto Patronum!" He shouted, and his stag pranced around the group of hostile wizards surrounding them.

George fell to his feet, tears running down his face now. The others stood in shock. "How?" George demanded. "We saw your body! We know you were killed."

"I was," Harry said. "But she brought me back. You're right. She's the only one who could have pulled it off." He have a wry smirk.

"We shouldn't discuss this here," Anthony said, now a true believer. "Let's get them to the camp."

They were taken to an encampment. As they walked, every face turned to watch them. Hermione was taken back by how many of them were truly there. And they all fought in Harry's name. Her heart never sang so loud. She clutched Harry's hand, smiling at him, reminding him what they were fighting for. This, these people, faith, love. It was all here.

"How is it possible?" George asked them as they walked through the tents. "No spell can bring back the dead."

"None anyone but Hermione could pull off anyway," Harry smiled at her.

"But you were dead too," he said. "Dad saw your body. He told us we had to flee because you were all dead."

"It's a long story," she said. She didn't want to tell everyone what she had done, not with so many ears listening.

"You'll have to tell me sometime," George said, a smile of understanding. "We've all done things we never would have before these dark days."

No one had ever said it better than that. She smiled at him.

They entered a tent, and both Hermione and Harry froze in shock and utter joy. Standing before them, with her back turned to them was none other than Ginny Weasley. There was no mistaking it. They would have known the girl anywhere.

"Ginny," Hermione ran forward, throwing her arms around her best friend the moment she turned around.

Ginny tensed in her arms. "Hermione? Harry? What is going on?"

"It's them," George said as wands were drawn throughout the tent. "We checked."

"You're sure?" the red head asked intently. It seemed Ginny was higher up in the resistance than any of them would have guessed. Though Hermione shouldn't have been surprised. Ginny had always been quite the clever, powerful witch.

George nodded. Ginny gasped and hugged Hermione back finally. "I can't believe this. I thought you were dead!"

"We were," Harry explained, his eyes never leaving Ginny's face. His expression mirrored Hermione's and then some. Here was the girl he loved, in the flesh and whole. And just as awkward as ever, he had no idea what I do now. "Me more literally than her."

"What did you do?" Ginny asked her.

"I used a spell I saw in the library," she explained. "I called him from the veil."

"Can we do it again?" her face was reeling with the possibilities.

"I'm afraid not," Hermione said sadly. "We casted a spell before he died. That was the only way."

Ginny simply nodded once. "Well you're both here now, that's what matters."

"What are we going to do now?" Goldstein asked. He was asking Ginny. It seemed she was even higher than Hermione thought. It seemed Ginny had somehow become the leader of this resistance. All eyes were trained on the red head, awaiting orders. She was their general. Hermione exchanged a look with Harry, neither knowing how to process this. Ginny had been powerful, but they had never guessed her this ambitious, not strategic. It seemed a lot had changed in a year.

"Now," Ginny said with a smirk. "Now, we kill Voldemort once and for all."

They had been placed in the same tent. Space was right in the encampment with more and more recruits coming every day. It seemed the resistance had been busier than she had thought. They were growing stronger and stronger each day and Hermione was awed by Ginny's leadership. George had told them they were lucky to get a tent even to themselves. But being Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had its perks, especially here, especially when they were needed so.

It gave them a chance to speak in private. George had joined them, reminiscing on old memories for a short while. Ginny would join them later it seemed, once she had handled some last minute business.

"How did Ginny become the fearless leader?" Harry asked quietly. He didn't seem too thrilled about the idea, though Hermione couldn't blame him. However powerful Ginny was, she was still Ginny. Sweet, small red head with a fire that burned a thousand suns.

"She's grown a lot," George said, sighing. "I don't like my little sister so deep in this, but then, there's no choice, is there? It's this or death. And I'd prefer to keep what's left of my family alive. I'd prefer her to go to Romania with mum and dad actually, but you know her. When she sets her mind to something, there's no changing it."

"How long have you been here?" Hermione asked, still surprised he had been here and she had never known, had never heard even a whisper of it.

"I was in Romania for about a week before I came back," George explained. "Mum cried about it, but dad was proud. Something had to be done, and there was nothing left. What else was I to do? I would have gone mental in Romania, without Fred or Ron or you lot. I had to do something, and so I came back. Joined up with Goldstein shortly after, and we found this group. Ginny came a little while after. Mum wrote to me, said Ginny ran away and I was to send her back right away. But Ginny wouldn't have that, and so mum had no choice. Enough about me, though, what about you two? I know you were dead, Harry. I saw your body. How is this possible, really?"

"It was a spell," Hermione said, explaining it all to their old friend. Now, they were alone, and it was George. So she told him everything, well almost everything. She left out Draco, not only because she knew he'd disapprove but also because she couldn't speak about him, not when the wounds were still so fresh. She had barely even told Harry what had happened when she went to tell him the truth, and she never would. She would carry it with her, wondering what it had meant. She would carry it in her heart with her love until it ate away at her. But she had no choice. This was her burden to bare, a burden the others would see as betrayal. Whatever her promises to Blaise, whatever he had done for her, he was still the enemy. And she was sure that while Harry understood, the others would not.

"Blimey, Hermione," George said, staring at her in awe. "I knew you were brilliant but this is beyond that, even for you. One question though. Why didn't you try to come find the resistance? We could have helped."

"I couldn't risk it," she admitted quietly. "No one could know I was alive. It was too dangerous. If they found out, they would have hunted me, and all would have been lost."

He nodded, understanding that. "Well, it's bloody brilliant to see you both."

"It's great to see you too," Harry said. "And Ginny. We had assumed the worst."

"And for most people, you would have been right to," George smirked slightly. "But you should have known not to underestimate us Weasleys. We're a prolific resilient bunch."

"How are your parents doing in Romania?" Hermione asked. She had missed the old couple dearly. They had become like a second family to her, and she regretted each day that they had to think she was dead on top of everyone else, that all hope was lost.

"They're still grieving, but they're alive, and that's what counts I suppose," he shrugged. "I can't wait to tell them you're alive! Mum will be crying years of joy."

"No," Ginny joined them, hearing this last part. "We can't tell them yet. It's too risky. If the owl is intercepted, we'll lose out element of surprise and everything will be ruined."

"Hi Ginny," Hermione smiled at her old friend. The red head returned the smile though it did not reach her eyes. They year had been just as hard in Ginny as the rest of them, and up close now, Hermione could see it in the young girl's face. She had the eyes of a woman weary of the world, the resolve in her expression of a woman grown on hardships. She was not the same Ginny they had known, Hermione saw now. She was a leader now.

George nodded in understanding. "Is that the plan then? Element of surprise?"

"The essential part of it, yeah," Ginny explained. "They don't know about Harry yet, and we're going to keep it that way until the last moment possible. Then, we'll finish this once and for all."

Hermione wasn't sure why, but she felt an unease at those words. Maybe it was the tone Ginny know used. Maybe it was the way the finality of it was dawning on her. Maybe it was the end of a year she had spent alone in hell. Maybe it was the countless lives that would be saved, now and in the future. But she was sure, more than any of those, she knew it was maybe because Draco was still on that side. And hearing her old friend speak of the end just reminded her that there was a very good chance not both of then would walk away from this alive. She didn't know what his saying her name meant. She didn't know what his letting her go meant. But she knew that she wanted to find out. She needed to, before the end. Because, maybe, she thought, just maybe she could save him too.

NEW UPDATE! Hope you guys enjoyed it! I feel like this was a bit filler but it had to be done to move the story along, sorrrry! BUT GINNY AND GEORE ARE ALIVEWOOT WOOT! What did you guys think? Let me know :)

PS! The next chapter will be in Draco's point of view (hint hint) muahahaha ;) I'm writing that chapter now. Should be up in about a week? Maybe sooner if I can finish it!