A/N: I had some feedback that this story was a little sad, and that's true. Sometimes things are really bad, especially in times of war. However it is Hanukkah, and that is a cause for hope. There is always hope, and so I give you a part two with some happier moments. There are time jumps, but they are in order. Again, this is unbeta'd, and all mistakes are by me.

P.S- I might do a Part Three to this. I am not currently sure. No one is dying in the Final Battle, because it's my story, and I say so. Also canon is a joke as always.

All kinds of hubbub swirled around Hazel as preparations were made for Fleur's wedding, but Hazel ignored it. She grabbed Hermione by the back of her shirt and pulled her outside with her. She shoved the letter into her hands.

"Hazel, what is this?"

"You tell me, you're the one who speaks Hebrew. It's from Tina Scamander nee Goldstien."

Hermione rose her eyebrows at Hazel in shock before she looked back at the letter. Tina Scamander was the wife of Newt Scamander, and the great aunt of Anthony. Hermione unsheathed her wand and looked at the letter.

"This is all wrong," she muttered in confusion. The letters were the same as Hebrew, but it made little sense. She poked at the letter with her wand, muttering a few different translation spells, and finally tried one of her own creations.

"It's not Hebrew Hazel, it's Yiddish. Smart really. It's not used a lot here. No one would know how to read it even if they did intercept the letter. Only my own translation spell could break it."

Hazel took the letter back out of her friend's hand and read it. She sagged and rested her back against the side of The Burrow.

"What is it?" Hermione asked gently.

"Anthony sent his family to New York to live with The Scamanders, but he refused to go himself. He said he had to stay and help who he could."

Hermione nodded in understanding and rested her back against The Burrow, next to Hazel.

"You like him?"

Hazel winced. She had never meant to keep it a secret from her closest friend, her sister, but how did you bring something like this up?

"Yeah, I like him. I'm sorry I didn't tell you…it's just… when's a good time to say something so trivial when the world is ending?"

"Love isn't trivial, Hazel."

Love. The word hung thick in the air. She had never said it, never even admitted it to herself, but Hermione knew. Of course she knew, Hazel Potter never did anything by halves.

"No, I suppose it isn't."

"He'll be alright," Hermione comforted, "he was always good in school."

"I gave him an emergency portkey to Potter Manor," Hazel admitted.

Hermione gasped and then giggled wildly. Hazel stared at her friend in surprise before she doubled over in giggles herself.

She had given a handful of the portkeys out: one to Molly, Neville, Anthony, Luna, Susan Bones, and Colin Creevey. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, but she counted on Neville, Susan, and Luna to get the most people out they could if the worst came to worst. She had given Molly, Colin, and Anthony the portkeys, because she didn't think she could stand it if something happened to them. Potter Manor had extensive farmlands and could sustain them until the end of the war.

They had even moved Hermione's parents in at the end of last school year, without the consent or knowledge of The Order, of course. The less people that knew, the better.

Hazel watched the candles flicker in the Menorah. Hermione was the one that packed it. Her family was more observant, and she had taken it before she erased her parents memory. Hazel couldn't really blame her.

She understood wanting one piece of comfort in this terrible time.

Ron was long gone. It wasn't like him, not really, but the locket seemed to affect him worse than it did her or Hermione. Hazel turned her eyes to her companion, who was sitting at the mouth of the tent. A blanket was wrapped around her, and her eyes were facing out. Hazel knew she wasn't seeing anything, she was replaying the fight with Ron on a loop.

"C'mon Mione," Hazel called, "let's play a couple rounds with the dreidel."

Hermione turned and looked at her with red rimmed eyes. "For what?"

Hazel shrugged, "Just for fun. C'mon, next year we'll play for real. We'll get the best chocolates galleons can buy."

Hermione gave her a weak smile and abandoned her post. For a few hours, they laughed and pretended like everything was fine.

Something was different about Ron now that they had destroyed the locket. He was back to his old self. Hazel welcomed back her goofy, clueless, brave best friend. Hermione was warming up to him slower than she was. A broken heart didn't mend as quickly as hurt feelings.

Ron tapped his wand on a wireless radio that sat on the table. He muttered passwords until one worked. The voices of Fred and George filled the tent.

"Lastly, those that are missing. Anthony Goldstien has gone missing. Word is he never showed up for the train back to Hogwarts."

Hermione's eyes froze on Hazel, who looked like she was in shock. Hazel fought to remain calm, and think straight, despite the mounting panic in her chest.

Where was Anthony? Was he okay? Was he-?

"Dobby," Hermione called out clearly into the tent.

The pop of his arrival knocked Hazel out of her stupor. Of course, she should have known to ask one of her house elves. She had tried to free them, but they had wailed and cried, until she had convinced them to at least take wages and have time off.

"Yes, Hermione Granger?" Dobby asked.

"Has Anthony Goldstein used his portkey to Potter Manor?"

Dobby nodded his head eagerly, a bright smile upon his face.

"Mister Goldstein arrived several weeks ago. He was in a frightful state. He's much better now. Luna was able to fix him up, and the Creeveys keeps him busy. He's teaching the younglings."

Ron looked wide-eyed between Hermione, Hazel, and Dobby. He had no clue what was happening, or how this tiny creature had gotten through Hermione's wards. Hazel's mind worked quickly, trying to process what Dobby was saying.

"Have all the portkeys been used?" Hazel finally asked.

"No Hazel Potter, Molly Weasley hasn't used hers. All the others have been activated at least once."

"At least once?"

"Neville Longbottom has activated his several times to remove students that were at risk. Hogwarts is no longer safe."

Hazel stared at him dumbly. She was of course happy that Potter Manor had become a haven for the students, though she hadn't expected it. She had meant the portkeys to be used once, but clearly they were reusable. The galleons she had paid to that black market dealer were well worth it.

"How does he get back into Hogwarts?" Ron asked, finally catching up with them.

"We take him back, of course," Dobby responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Of course," Ron muttered.

Dobby and the other house elves had helped to supply them with food when needed. Hazel wanted to avoid Potter Manor if at all possible. She knew there would be countless questions that she couldn't answer. If she went there, if she got comfortable, she wouldn't want to fight anymore. The elves merely dropped off supplies and left, but it was nice to know she could call on them if she needed.

"Right then. We still have horcruxes to find. Please return to Potter Manor, and so not mention this to anyone. I don't want anyone knowing where we are."

Dobby nodded, gave them all a small smile, and popped away.

"He's coming," Hazel warned, she clutched her head as it throbbed. Hermione held her up by the elbows, keeping her steady. Ron turned to talk to Neville and Ginny, beginning to give instructions.

"Get the kids out," Ron told him, "use the portkeys and house elves to take them to Potter Manor. No one underage needs to be here."

"I don't want them to fight," Hazel protested.

"They have to Hazel," Ron told her gently, "he won't hesitate to kill them either way. It's time to end this."

Hazel looked out at the students that were gathered. They had bruises and cuts on their faces. Clearly they had been beaten and tortured by the Carrows, but refused to give up and retreat to Potter Manor. They were heroes, every one of them.

"Fine, we fight."

Hermione called for Dobby, who listened and quickly went to fetch the other Potter elves to help evacuate the castle. Hazel attempted to clear her mind and think about what her next steps were. She held onto her Star of David, and prayed they would all make it through tonight.

"We need to get moving Hazel," Ron told her.

Hazel opened her eyes and nodded at Ron. The room was beginning to empty of students. Potter house elves began to pop into the Room of Requirement where they received instructions from Dobby, who was now holding the Marauders Map.

The portrait on the wall opened and Anthony and Luna climbed out, followed closely by several members of the Order of the Phoenix. Hazel froze for a moment, stuck in Anthony's dark brown eyes. She wanted to say so many things. She swallowed thickly and smiled at him.

"C'mon Hazel, we've got to go," Ron reminded.

"Right. Right. Let's go."

Hermione clutched at Hazel's form, hugging her tightly. Tears rained down her face, landing in Hazel's messy hair.

"I think I knew," Hermione sobbed, "I'll come with you! I'll come with you!"

"No. Stay with Ron. There are still things you have to do."

Hazel pulled away from Hermione and looked at her in the face. Hermione was her sister, no matter if they were related by blood or not. She was the one person who really knew everything about her. Even Ron didn't really understand it all. Hazel removed her Star of David and placed it over her friends head.

"I don't want them to touch it, Hermione. Bury it with me, please, don't let them touch it. Tell Anthony, well...you know.."

Hermione nodded shakily and tucked it under her shirt, "I promise."

Hazel gave Ron a pat on the arm as she made her way past him. He wouldn't really understand until this was all over. She loved him like a brother. She hated to break his heart, but she had to do this.

Anthony felt his heart break as he saw Hazel carried into the courtyard by Hagrid.

Wait, what was that? Was no one paying attention?! Her chest was literally moving- what in Merlin's name-

"She's alive!" Ginny yelled as Hazel ran across the courtyard, catching a wand thrown to her mid-air by Draco Malfoy.

Neville killed an oversized snake and fighting erupted again as people flooded into the Great Hall. It seemed like nothing made sense anymore, but Anthony didn't care. If there was a chance Hazel was alive, he would keep fighting. He had waited for word of her all year, and none ever came. He suspected that the house elves knew where she was, but they all refused to tell.

He dodged a spell and sent a curse at the Death Eater who sent it. They were going to end this. History was finally going to stop repeating itself.

Hazel sat with dead eyes in the courtyard. Lord Voldemort was dead. It was over.

She looked around at the wreckage around her. She didn't feel particularly triumphant. She felt exhausted.

How many were injured, how many dead? The school was certainly destroyed.

She heard footsteps and raised her eyes to see Ron and Hermione walking towards her, hand in hand.

So they finally worked things out, that's nice.

They knelt in front of her, and Ron pulled her into a hug. When he let her go Hermione placed her Star of David back around her neck. Hazel touched it fondly, and hugged her friend. She truly hadn't thought she was going to return.

"Sweet Merlin," Hazel sighed, "please tell me you didn't say anything to Anthony."

"She did," Anthony said from behind her.

Hazel turned and looked over her shoulder. She returned her gaze to Hermione and scrunched up her nose at her friend. Hermione shrugged, she had only done as asked.

Hazel stood to her feet and turned to take in the sight of him. His clothes were torn and dirt and scratches covered his face. There was a cut on his forehead that had coated the edge of his dark brown curls with blood. He looked terrible, but he was still the best thing she had seen all year.

He opened his arms with a small smile and Hazel stumbled into them, accepting the hug that he readily offered. After several minutes he took a step back.

"Now that we've won, do you think I could take you on a date?"

Hazel laughed weakly, "Yeah, I think I could let you do that. You do live at my house after all."

Anthony laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I guess I do."

Hazel took his hand when he offered it, and returned to the castle with the others.

"Zero killed on our side," Kingsley informed her as she entered the Great Hall.

"How is that possible?" she asked, looking around at the devastation.

There was rubble everywhere. Several people were laid out on stretchers receiving various treatments. Lavender Brown was at the end of the line with what looked like werewolf scratches on her face. Remus was treating her with particular attention.

"A miracle I guess," Kingsley responded with a shrug.

Hazel smiled as the feeling of triumph finally overtook her.