A/n: This story is temporarily Postponed. With college and a part time job I simply don't have enough time to write chapters, and I don't want everyone expecting chapters weekly so I'm postponing an update until i get on top of my schooling a little bit. Please stick with the story, and i'm very sorry for the wait.

As she gazed at the frost covered granite laying before her, she couldn't help but think how unfair the world had become. She and her friends had always stood through every spell, curse and challenge the world could manage to throw at them as if it was nothing. Maybe that was why the sudden blow had been so surprising to her, she had fallen into a sense of invincibility, only to have it shattered in one brief moment.

She laughed bitterly.

The whole world had been unprepared for the tragedy as the world bathed in blood.

She drifted off into her memories again thinking back just over five years ago to when the world was doomed. Of course it had been Halloween. Everything always happened on Halloween.

She had been watching him carefully that day as he walked into the great hall of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. As the weight of the world weighed upon his frail shoulder's, it always seemed to bare upon him the most on this cursed day. She could tell by his ever shifting stance, and constant pocket checking that he was edgy, ready for anything to happen, despite the wards and wizards around him. She remembered waving him over, frowning slightly as a Slytherin approached from behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder she was sure his brow knitted together in confusion, as he did so often, as the golden globe the Slytherin had thrown spun through the air toward him before stopping just in front of the young man's face. She saw him draw his wand cautiously as she had glanced toward the teachers table where Dumbledore had been standing looking with concern toward the enchanted globe.

Snapping her attention forward again, she recalled, as the man turned questioningly toward the headmaster, as if to ask for help. Before he could utter a word the orb flashed a brilliant white, projecting a golden sphere around him and the surrounding tables, however no one else had been caught inside. Cautiously he had looked to the walls of his translucent cage as he slowly walked to the nearest wall. Reaching his arm out, he had found the wall to be quite solid. Thinking quickly he had grabbed a goblet spilled moments before, and had thrown it at the wall where it passed through silently.

His brow had furrowed in thought, in a way that made him seem defenseless and yet more menacing than could be explained in words. As if the whole room held it's breath, he slowly turned to face the orb which slowly grew whiter and whiter until no body could continue looking at it. As the bright light had passed, the whole room simultaneously gasped.

Before them, inside the sphere, had appeared the Dark Lord. Smiling evilly at the crowd he had laughed as Dumbledore unleashed a powerful Spell into the orb, the orb rebounding the curse across the room into a window shattering it upon the students below.

The monster before them slowly advanced on the Student in the bubble, even as he threw his most powerful spells and blocks up one after another, until the creature simply blasted the wand from the boy's panicking finger tips. With a smile around the room he had grabbed the student by the throat quickly picking him up off his feet, until the boy slowly stopped protesting, weakly pushing the monster away until with one last struggle the monster drew his wand slamming it into wizards chest, until the boy slumped forward.

Dead.

The creature cackled evilly, uttering words long since memorized in her mind. With another flash the orb and globe had vanished leaving the room in a dead silence as they gazed upon a lifeless body in the middle of the great hall. The orb fell to the floor with an ear shattering clatter, rolling to a stop slowly.

With a shriek she had sprinted to the body, with others directly behind her as she slid to her knees in front of him, cradling his stiff neck in her lap. Five long purple bruises had already sprouted across his throat, as she sobbingly checked for a pulse, heart beat, or anything that would pertain to him being alive. She briefly remembered the Slytherin being cursed from multiple angles, until the flashes of light striking him faded from her view. She remembered feeling hands pulling at her as she screamed pain and agony out into the air.. The hand's became stronger, attempting to tear her from her spot, until with a scream of utter pain and emotional torment she had unleashed a shock wave, throwing the hands upon her across the floor.

Looking down at the now peaceful face, she sadly screamed for him to return to her, to open his eye's and say her name.

But deep down she knew it would never happen again.

Never again would Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, open his eyes and say anything to anyone. Let alone to one distraught Hermione Granger.

The Funeral had been several day's later, on November the third. She hardly remembered the day, which she was partially glad of. Harry's possessions were split between Ronald and herself, Ron keeping Harry's Cloak, while she kept his wand.

She had kept that wand near her at all times in the year that followed, securely in her bedroom drawer, along with a picture of Harry and herself from the Tri-Wizard tournament. One day she had left the house, to fetch food for her parents at work, and when she returned Harry's wand had been stolen, and little over an hour later she received word that his cloak was also stolen. She had mourned over the loss of the last real connection to Harry for weeks, diving into a deep depression. She eventually fought her way out of her sadness, becoming heavily involved in the order, mainly as a researcher at first, but quickly rising through the ranks. A little over a year after she joined, she was appointed leader of the order by Minerva McGonagal, Dumbledore having vanished after the Assault of Hogwarts.

She had begun staying at Grimmauld place more and more often, taking a increasingly offensive stance on the death eater attacks, instead of the wait and see stand previously adopted. Soon her attacks were becoming such a thorn in Voldermort's side, he ordered her parents to be killed. She had returned from a mission to find them both mutilated, Lucius Malfoy standing over their bodies triumphantly. The young witch had changed that day, losing her innocence to a madman. She became a hardened fighter, stepping into battle like a demon possessed, where harm never seemed to fall upon her, whether a lucky spell would down her opponent at a lucky moment, or if she should happen to fall, dodging the many curses that had been flung her way.

Others fell, and she always remained standing.

A/n: I am currently pulling a overhaul on all chapter's I've written after this, due to the loss of most of my plot line when my last laptop crashed. The story line is the same, just slightly changed, and Hopefully not so confusing