Hermione stood uneasily outside the door to the headmaster's office, wondering what she'd done to warrant the summons she'd got. A voice called "Come in."

She slipped through the door and shut it behind her. "You wanted to see me headmaster?"

"Oh yes. The camera I said I'd get for you has arrived, and I thought you'd want to know."

Hermione sighed in exasperation. "Headmaster, couldn't that have waited until after class? I'm pleased it's arrived, but I have NEWT's coming up."

"Hermione, you know perfectly well that you could have passed your NEWT's with flying colours half way through sixth year."

Hermione gave a sheepish grin. "Yes, but it doesn't do to get behind."

It was the headmaster's turn to sigh. "Get back to class then. Here's the camera. Try and get the photo's done soon, so I can send them off to the printers."

"Will do," was the reply as the girl scurried out of the door.

The headmaster sighed again. "When will she learn," he asked his pet phoenix. "She can't do any better than what she's getting now. Most adults would have difficulty with some of the spells she can do."

He fell into quiet contemplation, thinking of the tremendous effort the girl had put into the war. She'd become the second youngest animagus ever, mastered the patronus charm in one lesson, and devoted a large portion of her life to research for new charms, curses and spells that might hurt the dark lords forces. She'd single handedly discovered, learnt and taught the spell that would defeat Voldemort himself, and in the final battle had dealt with over 30 death eaters, keeping Harry clear for his chance at Voldy himself. She'd then lent Harry most of her strength to help him kill the bastard.

After the battle Harry had been seriously ill, with little chance of survival due to the backwash of the spell. Once Hermione had regained consciousness she had performed a complicated spell even Madam Pomfrey didn't know of, donating a pint of her blood and some of her life force to keep Harry alive whilst surgery was performed on him.

Now she was a student teacher in practically every subject, getting the highest grades seen since Minerva McGonagall left school. And she was the only Gryffindor student ever to get on Snapes good side.

Dumbledore sighed again. She'd see eventually. She'd have to. He turned his mind to other matters. What country could he do a tea tray on? Now that was a matter for serious thought.

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Authors note:

Wow, two chapters in one night, go me!

I know this chapter didn't have much happening, but I had to get the defeat of Voldy in somewhere.

Next chapter:

Snape comes into the picture, literally!!!