The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair

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Author's Note: Here we finally have a girl's insight of all this stuff. I was missing a more emotional view of things, but if it suck tell me and I'll avoid writing Hermione again. Soon will have love for the one's who asked, but we have to finish the war. I Thak for all my reviewers for they are my light in the dark, my wish to go on. My motivation… Love you all! Very much! Don't leave at least 'till the end of the fic or I'll be depressed for life.

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HERMIONE

Harry, Harry…

You break my heart. All my maternal instincts go to waste when it comes to you. I worry like hell, I try to protect you; yes, that's why I study even harder than I normally would; but… In the end, you always end up saving us. And you don't seem to mind.

Look at you. You could barely stand when you woke up and you were already up in the stormy sky, looking for him… Him-who-must-not-be-named.

If I didn't know you well, I would say you have a death wish. But years of following your hunches taught me to trust you. Taught me your instincts defy all logic. And also, that is totally useless to beg you not to take risks. Deep in your heart there always comes that voice that makes you bet your life for ours, our and those of all Wizarding Community, much as you may hate them. That heroic sense of responsibility that landed you in Gryffindor and ignores all reason.

For a moment I thank God for Draco Malfoy.

Not that I like him. Far from that he is self-centered, snotty and quite a bit possessive towards you. Unhealthily so sometimes. But… I can say anything, but that he is stupid. And for that I am grateful. He thinks before he acts, quite the opposite of you, really.

If we all survive this shit he will do you good. He can hold your horses, seeing that both of you are stubborn as mules.

I pray again that we survive. All of us. I pray, wishing to see my children someday. All red haired, if I'm lucky. All so charming and so mine.

I pray for your life as well, Harry.

For I see Voldemort in front of you from where I stand on Hogwarts grounds. I watch him lung fiercely at you. I see his anger and his magic deadly as it is. But you… Oh, you face him without falter.

I…

I keep on praying.