Hey, I'm back. I decided to rewrite the chapters I had on the floppy. I am truly sorry for anyone who is reading Hidden Secrets; I have no idea when I'll update that. Honestly speaking, I don't really have a plot bunny for it. Sorry. As for TSATG, when I'm not pissed off because my disk screwed it up, I'll update it. I also have a new, slightly dark story if you want to check it out. If you're in love with Ron, DO NOT read it, I happen to like living. ANYway, here goes, this is the third chapter to SDK. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: (this is the last time I'm putting this up… I DO NOT OWN!

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I suppose you think you know who I am by now. You'd be surprised. I have not met any of the chosen so far if that gives you a hint. True, every one in this story has become part of a legend, but some are forgotten more easily than others. A wise man once told me that it is not the person that is the legend, it is the actions that he has done. I wonder if that is true…

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"This is so unfair," Hermione wailed as she hid her head under her pillow.

Ginny tried desperately not to laugh as she rubbed Hermione's back, "Come now, its not that bad. I mean you just have to spend a few hours with him almost every day."

Hermione's head popped out from under the pillow, "I'm assuming that means you would gladly take the job?" she asked as Ginny tried unsuccessfully to hide a snort.

Ginny turned a faint green as she heard the comment, "He's a git, you can have him."

Hermione sputtered indignantly, "What! I don't, I won't, I am NOT having anyone."

Ginny snickered, "Gotcha."

Hermione growled and glared at her best friend of six years, "You are the embodiment of evil."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Whatever, we can prank him if you truly want to."

Hermione squealed as she tackled Ginny in a ferocious hug, "Thanks!"

"You know if you prank Snape you would have to do the same to me right?"

They turned to where Tonks was standing in the doorway. Ginny gasped in mock-outrage, "No! You're standing up for the slimy git!"

Tonks shook her head as she caught Hermione's look of curiousity.

"I'm the new Defense teacher," she explained.

Hermione grinned, "Yay! I'm not alone in this project of torture."

Luna gave her a weird look as she stepped into the room, "Torture by Snak Narks perhaps?"

They all stared at her, "Riiigght," Ginny said slowly, she shook her head, "I'm going to go see if Neville will exercise with me," she turned and strode to the door as Tonks settled into the spot Ginny had previously occupied.

"Alright, just don't get caught making out with him again," Hermione gave her an absent smile as she listened to Tonks.

Ginny glare at her and muttered under her breath, "We were drunk, stupid idiots."

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"Life is cruel and unusual," Snape moaned as he sat in a chair facing a fire in the living room of Grimmauld place.

Sirius snorted as he fed BuckBeak and Lupin whacked him over the head with the poker then returned to tending the fire. Bill and Fleur were seating on the loveseat by Snape watching him amused by his mood.

Snape glared at his enemy, "You're just loving this aren't you?"

Sirius grinned, "Well of course. It's not every day you see a 40 year old bested by a teenager."

Snape sniffed, "36 thank you, you should know."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"Whatever! Whatever? How can you say that? How would you like to spend a few months with a kid for god sakes!"

Sirius leered, "I'd enjoy myself."

Lupin smacked him upside the head with the poker stick, "Pedophile."

Snape gave him a disgusted look, "You're sick."

Sirius winked, "But I'm good at it."

Fleur, surprisingly, snickered and Bill gave her a wounded look, "Hey no fair!"

"That's what I said!" Snape cried in despair.

Lupin sneered, "I'm surrounded by idiots."

They all glared at him.

"I'm getting the feeling that my bed will be cold tonight," Sirius said suspiciously to Lupin

Lupin shoot him a look that said 'you are SO dead, "And the prize goes to…"

Snape stuck his tongue out at Sirius, "So there."

"Now THAT was mature," Bill shook his head.

"Mature? Mature! What's mature is when adults plan things… ALONE!"

Everyone groaned as Snape continued to rant, pulling things out of the blue on child maturity.

Sirius glared at Bill, "Thanks so much."

Bill smiled suddenly, "Really Snape what's so bad about it? From what I hear, you enjoy fighting with Hermione."

"Miss Granger, "he emphasized the two words, "Is a stuck up know it all, and that's all I will say."

"So you do enjoy fighzing vith 'ar?" Fleur asked.

"Why do I get the feeling you are insinuating something with that comment?" Snape asked her suspiciously. She returned it with an innocent blink of her big blue eyes.

Snape slunk down in his chair grumbling and sulking.

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Ginny walked along a hallway that was dimly lit and thought over the past summer and how the six in the group had changed. By the time they went to platform 9 and ¾ next week, she was sure they would barely be recognizable to their other friends. Including herself, she thought, blushing slightly. She didn't have a crush on Harry anymore that was for sure. Oh no, her heart belonged to another. She had read that somewhere and thought it very romantic. She blushed again. She was a warrior; she wasn't a romantic.

They had all changed, but she thought Neville had changed the most. Out of everything they had been practicing since last Christmas he was the best at wandless magic and martial arts. You could tell because he was a lot more muscular and a lot more balanced. His second best was (ironically) gymnastics.

Luna was actually the best at gymnastics though. She had quit being quite so ditzy, but she still had her moments. She was very intelligent and the groups mission planner.

Ron, surprisingly, was very good at muggle street fighting and wrestling. He was even more muscular than Neville. He was a lot more quiet too. Ginny had seen him eyeing Luna the past couple of weeks. She and Neville had an ongoing bet to see how long it took for Ron to ask her out.

Harry reminded Ginny of Oliver Wood with his fanaticism for the group and the 'Code' as they called it. Ever since he had faced Bellatrix Lestrange in the last mission it had grown worse. It wasn't too bad, but it was starting to worry Ron. And when Ron worried, it was usually pretty bad. Harry was the best at sword fighting and fencing.

As for Hermione, besides Neville, she had changed the most. She was no longer the mousy bookworm. Oh no, her ongoing feud with the slimy git of a teacher proved that. She was the best dueler and knife-thrower of the group. Her slender body had grown quite a lot in the past few months. She was almost as tall as Ron.

She didn't know it, but Ginny herself had improved to. She was outgoing, talkative, and easy to be around. Not to mention she was the best gun person the group had. She was also the best mind communicator they had. It was stated in the Code that if the enemy took anyone that was part of the group they would contact the others via mind to mind so the others couldn't fall into a trap. It was something that Hermione had been working on since last Christmas; they now had it down pat.

Ginny sighed as she went through her memories of what all they had done in the past ten months, it had been hard, but it was definitely worth it.

She looked up from her contemplation of the floor and saw Neville leaning against a doorframe reading a thin book.

"Hey Neville."

He looked up and smiled, "Hey Gin-Gin," he smirked, "Ten sickles please."

Ginny groaned but her heart sped up at his smile, "When did he do it?"

"This morning, on bended knee."

"I am so killing my brother," Ginny mumbled as she handed over the money.

"Hey at least he and Luna are happy and are now making calf-eyes at each other."

Ginny thought of a brilliant idea when he said that. She gave him a wicked grin, "How about this, I bet you that Hermione and Snape will be making calf-eyes at each other by the time the ball rolls around."

Neville returned her grin, "Done fifteen sickles to the winner, and the loser has to be the winner's slave for a week as well."

Ginny's eyes flashed as she considered it, "Done."

They shook on it.

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Whew, and there you are. Hope you liked it. I know I enjoyed writing it. Now come on, push that little purple button, you know you want to…feed the author...

Ciao!

The Goddess of Destiny