(Author's Note)

Ok here we go, this chapter is one of the most important in this story, it's also quite a bit longer, and most chapters from here on out will likely be longer as well as we leave the set up and development chapters and move into the main part of the plot.

Fair warning, there is some pretty graphic violence in this chapter, and character deaths, it's still at a T rated level, but I still thought I would warn everyone.

(One Week Later)

Luna Lovegood sat on the floor at the foot of her bed, tonight would be the night, tonight her fallen sisters would remember who they had been, and would fully know who there were. She sat readying the herself for bed, clearing her mind. Luna wasn't just who she appeared to be, she had always known who she was and who she had been, the advantage of choosing to be reborn and controlling the timing, something that Jotun blades had denied her sisters the chance to do.

It had taken most of the week for Astrid and her to enchant the memory stones, Luna had carved the needed runes, and after several spells Astrid had take each stone in a separate case to Asgard. The stones had been placed in each of the still burning brazers lit from the funeral pyres that had consumed the bodies of her fallen friends, and left for five days. Great care had to be taken, each stone would only work for a specific girl, the runes were slightly different on each, and the funeral fires held the essence of only the one it consumed. If Astrid mixed up the stones and put the wrong stone in the wrong fire, or in the wrong bed, it wouldn't work, and it could cause chaos.

"Not long now." The dreamy eyed blond said to herself as she crawled into bed. Luna felt a deep contented happiness fill her heart, her time of being alone, ignored and abused at school would be over, her sisters would be there for and with her next year. Luna begin humming and softly singing an old Norse lullaby, as her mind spread to the branches of Yggdrasil.

...

Astrid stood in Hermione Granger's room, she had visited three other girls this night, she had placed the rune stones in their beds that would clear their minds and restore the memories of their past, she was happy, and the excitement made her feel giddy, it had taken until tonight to enchant the stones with Luna's help. Astrid had always had a deep respect for the seer, she wasn't the most powerful valkyrie, but her insights had always proven valuable. Astrid had been pleasantly surprised when Luna cornered her, just before the leaving feast at Hogwarts. She had been surprised that Luna had known everything, and always had, what followed involved many hugs and tears of joy, and she expected much the same when the others were restored. Astrid watched, as the rune stone started to glow with soft warm light, that engulfed the sleeping girl as she began to dream

"See you soon my sister." Astrid whispered as she left for her last stop of the night.

...

Hermione had to hurry, the Jotuns had nearly breached the wall around the village, they were running out of time. This was the third attack in Midgard in the last few weeks, if they got through to the mortals, mostly mothers and children, they wouldn't stand a chance. The men and women of the village were guarding the wall as best they could, but mortals against Jotuns wouldn't go well.

Hermione spared a glance at her sisters as they charged at the looming third wave of Jotuns. Ginny, as expected was almost glowing with anticipation, the past few hours of battle hadn't affected her at all, honestly did that girl ever get tired? Pansy couldn't be seen, of course that wasn't unusual, she had been training with Loki for centuries, cunning and clever didn't begin to describe her. Hermione knew the next time she spotted Pansy there would be a shower of Jotun blood, and the creature wouldn't see what killed it. Daphne, was also out of sight, probably with Luna, now they were a deadly pair. Luna was a seer and Daphne their best archer, with Luna directing her Daphne didn't even need to see her target, and in over 500 years together, Hermione had never seen them miss.

A sudden sharp pain in her midsection brought Hermione to a stop, her wings faded as she weakened, and she hit the ground hard. Sudden clarity came over her along with unbelievable pain, she was dying, after so many centuries of battles protecting Asgard and Midgard she knew her time had come. She was going to die, she was going to leave behind her sisters, the women who had been at her side for over 500 years. It was a strange to Hermione that, as she lay on the cold snowy ground, she didn't feel fear, pain, yes, and deep sadness for her sisters, but Hermione didn't fear death. Hermione knew that her death would bring them pain, it would shatter Luna's heart especially. Luna had been like a baby sister to Hermione, since she took the little seer under her wing. Hermione had loved being a big sister and mentor to her, she felt her eyes tear at that thought, Luna. The snow Hermione lay in was rapidly turning red as her life blood spread around her, Hermione felt herself slowly fading away, as gentle hands lifted her head onto someone's soft lap. Hermione looked up into teary grey eyes. She tried to say something, anything to offer a bit of comfort to the raven haired girl who held her, but her words came out as a soft gurgle. She could see Pansy speaking to her, but she couldn't understand the words. She vaguely felt it as her head was lowered onto Luna's lap. Luna spoke no words as she gently stroked Hermione hair and bloodstained face.

...

Pansy had just taken the head of another Jotun when she saw Hermione fall from the sky, a giant's spear completely through her. Fear gripped the dark haired valkyrie as her sister fell, she knew almost at once that there was no hope for their fallen leader, Hermione was going to die, if she was even still alive. Pansy rushed to her side, blood was everywhere, Ginny quickly came up her face a mask of fear and shock.

"Hermione !" Ginny yelled as she ran up to Pansy, and the curly haired brunette she held in her arms.

Ginny couldn't believe it, Hermione was down, she had lead them in battle for centuries, the five of them were the best of the valkyries, the elite, the first into battle and the last to leave it. To Ginny, Hermione seemed invincible, always in the front, always looking out for them, it was impossible that a random Jotun could kill her. Ginny barely noticed that Pansy stood up as Daphne and Luna arrived. The pair took Hermione in their arms as Pansy's face turned into a mask of rage, a rage that Ginny quickly felt rising in her own chest, the Jotuns would pay for this!

...

Pansy quickly felt her grief and sadness turn to boiling rage, she felt like she was going to explode any moment, the look of shock and horror on Ginny's face had been too much. Ginny was her closest friend, they all looked up to Hermione, but Ginny was her sister in all but blood, she was closer to the fiery redhead than anyone else. The pain in Daphne's green eyes, and the look of utter devastation on sweet gentle Luna's face had only added fuel to the fires of rage burning in Pansy's heart. If the Jotuns wanted devastation, she would give them devastation!

...

Daphne and Luna watched in shock as Pansy and Ginny both charged at the Jotuns who were attacking the village wall. Pansy didn't even try to use her normal cunning and trickery, as she tore into the giants with a wild savagery completely unlike the normally calm brunette they knew. Ginny, who was known for her power and ferocity began to destroy the giants around her, there was no other word for it, glowing with red energy and fire she engulfed the Jotuns like some creature from Musplhaim.

...

Pansy tore into the giant creature in front of her, she didn't bother to hide, or trick it, she drove her glowing sword through the neck of the beast as energy, wild and chaotic, flashed from her sword and her body. The violet energy burned and comsumed any Jotuns who escaped her sword, as Pansy lost control of her power and in her grief and rage let it run wild. Pansy lost count of the cleaved and charred beasts around her as all thought left her mind and she was consumed with rage, until massive pain overloaded her senses and the world faded to dim shadows

...

Ginny was a mad woman, fire and red lighting swirled around her in a maelstrom of death and destruction. Her sword glowed with fire as she sliced and ripped her way through the Jotuns, those who ran away couldn't escape her wrath, as her power reached out to the panic stricken beasts who had abandoned their attacks and tried to escape. Jotuns were consumed by fire like giant torches as the great beasts were reduced to clouds of ash.

Moments into their fight a second horror would overtake them, as Pansy was hit with three giant arrows, she fell to the ground moments before Ginny's rage destroyed her killers in revenge .

...

Ginny felt the rage leave her as she turned the Jotuns who shot Pansy to ash, sadness and disbelief consumed her, this couldn't be happening, not Pansy, not her too. Ginny landed amid the falling Jotun ash, and knelt beside her closest friend, and found that Pansy was still alive. Ginny knew that Pansy didn't have long, it wouldn't be right for her to die here. She lifted her mortality wounded sister in her arms, she would be surrounded by as many of their sisters as possible when she left the world. Tears filled Ginny's cinnamon eyes as she carried Pansy to Hermione's side, and laid her on the ground beside their dying leader. Ginny held the barely conscious raven haired girl's hand, as Luna and Daphne were doing for Hermione. Tears for her dying sisters blinded her eyes, and sadness overwhelmed her as a sob escaped. Pansy began to gasp for breath, as her already pale face grew paler still. Ginny stood, panic and grief consuming her, before pain like nothing she had ever known, tore through her chest. Looking down at the blood coated Jotun sword sticking out of her chest, Ginny felt like laughing, it was totally ridiculous, all of that and a Jotun stabs her through the heart from behind. Ginny's vision dimmed and she felt incredibly weak, she knew as she slumped beside her dying sisters that she would be the first to die.

...

Pansy saw the sword come through Ginny's chest as the darkness came for her, her last breath was a sob for her sister as a tear fell from her now empty grey eyes.

...

Hermione felt her strength fading fast as first Pansy and then Ginny fell to the Jotuns, a sense of guilt and sadness filled her as Pansy and Ginny took their last breaths. Hermione had failed her sisters, she let death take them, her only comfort was that she would soon follow. Hermione's vision grew dimmer as she watched Daphne shoot an arrow into the eye of the Jotun that killed Ginny. Justice, was Hermione's last thought as with a final gasp she breathed her last.

...

Daphne watched in horror as Ginny died, she fired her arrow into the Jotun's eye, and watched with grim satisfaction as it let out a terrible scream before it slumped dead. She and Luna were all that were left of the Elite Valkyrie Guard, they were the best, but their time had come. Daphne held Luna as she sobbed for the fallen, her own eyes filed with tears and she watched as the bodies of her sisters were gathered. Daphne could hear the sound of soft singing, as the men, women and children of the village her sisters had given their lives for, came out and softly sang a song of heroes and bravery, a song of her sisters, honoring the dead. Daphne took comfort in knowing that their sacrifice would not be forgotten, her sisters would be remembered. The fallen would be laid to rest with honor tomorrow, their pyres would light the sky, and the brazers lit from those pyres would burn forever in the Hall of Heros.

(2:45AM, Granger House, Crowley, UK)

Hermione felt panic rise up as she shot from her bed with a scream, Ginny, Pansy, they were dead, they couldn't be dead, she sobbed as her mother Emma burst into her room, her father Dan followed and watched with confusion at his daughter's sobbing panic. Confusion reigned in the room as Hermione sobbed and kept rapidly talking in a language that neither Dan nor Emma had ever heard before, the only words they could understand were the names Ginny and Pansy. After a few minutes Hermione calmed herself enough to speak as her mother held her.

" Sweetheart, what is it?" Emma asked her slowly calming daughter.

"I had a nightmare, my friends they were killed, and and so was I.." She said with a hiccup, as she shivered in her mother's arms.

"Ginny and Pansy?" Dan asked, as he put his arms around the two girls he loved more than anything in the world. Hermione nodded.

"Ginny, as in Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister ?" Emma asked, as she rubbed her daughter's back trying to bring the distraught girl some comfort.

"Yes." Hermione said in a whisper, before a fresh sob cut off her voice, and tears fell from her eyes soaking her mother's gown.

"Well it's over now, if you want you can write her a letter tomorrow to send next time Harry's owl comes by." Emma said, trying to sooth her still tearful daughter.

"Ok." Hermione said, her voice a rough whisper.

"Try to get some sleep pumpkin. " Dan said as they tucked Hermione in, before kissing her forehead. Both parents were concerned, especially Emma, who had noticed that for a moment Hermione had very faint almost invisible wings.

(2:50AM, Parkinson Manor)

Sarah Parkinson held her sobbing daughter as she mumbled names that Sarah didn't recognize, she kept saying them over and over, Ginny and Hermione. The problem was that as far as Sarah knew Pansy didn't have any friends by either name. The only Ginny that Sarah could think of was Ginny Weasley, but she was a Gryffindor and Pansy didn't have any friends in Gryffindor. In fact as far as Sarah knew, Daphne Greegrass was Pansy's only real friend at Hogwarts. Sarah pulled Pansy a little closer and rubbed her back, as the young raven haired girl's sobs slowed to an occasional sniffle. "Oh, Ginny, please no." She softly murmured in her mother's arms.

...

Malcom Parkinson returned to the parlor carrying a cup of tea laced with calming draught for Pansy, he was deeply troubled, his precious daughter had woken up screaming a few minutes ago. Pansy had been in a panic looking for Ginny and Hermione, unfortunately he didn't know who Ginny and Hermione were, only that Pansy was afraid for them. The devastated look on her face when she couldn't find them, and the way she whispered that they were dead, before she collapsed in a sobbing heap, hurt him more than he could say. Malcom was still contemplating these events while Pansy sipped her tea in her mother's arms, when without warning the fireplace flaired and a familiar face appeared in it. Paul Greengrass.

"Paul?" Malcom asked in confusion, it wasn't unusual to hear from Paul Greengrass, he had been one of Malcom's closest friends since the Hogwarts Express, but it was almost three in the morning.

"I know it's early, and I wouldn't normally bother you, but Daphne woke up screaming a few minutes ago, she was screaming for Pansy and two girls I don't know, she said they were dead, she wouldn't calm down until I promised to check on Pansy." Paul said to his old friend.

"Let me guess, the other girls are named Ginny and Hermione?" Malcom said.

"How in Merlin's ruck sack did you know that?!" Paul asked in utter confusion.

"Pansy woke up screaming for Ginny and Hermione a few minutes ago, we've only just calmed her down." Malcom told his friend.

"Who could they be? The only Ginny I know of they could possibly know is Arthur's daughter, Ginny Weasley." Paul said.

"Could it be her?" Malcom said.

"I don't know, it could be, rumor is she was nearly killed last year. I think Ginny has a friend, a scary smart girl, and I think her name might be Hermione, but I didn't think Daphne really knew either of them." Paul said.

"Well, it sounds like it could be, perhaps you should floo Arthur? I would but we're not really friends, and you know him from the Minestry." Malcom said.

"Good idea, I'll check it out, and let you know. " Paul said as he closed the connection.

...

Arthur Weasley was worried, they'd expected Ginny to have nightmares after the Chamber of Secrets, but they hadn't expected her to wake up screaming, speaking Old Norse, and calling out for Hermione and another girl. That the other girl she was calling out for was Pansy Parkinson only added to the confusion. Arthur didn't think Ginny was friendly with the Parkinson girl, Ginny was a Gryffindor after all, and Parkinson was as far as he knew a Slytherin, not something conducive to a friendship, let alone a close one. It had shocked him that Ginny had been so broken hearted by dreaming of her death, he could understand that Hermione was involved, but Pansy Parkinson's involvement in his daughter's nightmare confused him.

Arthur suffered further confusion as their fireplace flared and Paul Greengrass appeared, the following conversation only added to the confusion as apparently Ginny wasn't the only one to have a nightmare tonight. According to Paul, Daphne had had a nightmare about Ginny, Pansy and Hermione. Paul had flooed the Parkinson's to check on Pansy for Daphne, and learned that Pansy had woken up screaming for Ginny and Hermione as well. Author didn't think that his daughter or her friend were friends with either Daphne or Pansy, so what did this all mean? He decided to accept Paul 's invitation to Greengrass Manor to discuss this turn of events, and hopefully figure out its meaning. Molly was just coming back down from putting their now sleeping daughter back to bed, as the Arthur closed the floo.

"What is it dear?" Molly asked in confusion.

" I don't know. We need to go over to the Greengrass house, Ginny isn't the only girl who had a nightmare tonight, and Paul invited us and the Parkinsons over to try figuring it out.." Arthur said to his fretting wife.

"I'll get changed." Molly said going up the stairs.

"What could it all mean?" Arthur asked himself as he watched his wife go upstairs. "What could it mean!"

...

The adult Weasleys stepped out of the floo in the reception room of Greengrass Manor, a house elf dressed in a green and silver tunic lead them to a parlor where the other parents were waiting to discuss their daughter's nightmares. Tea was offered, and Arthur was grateful to find the tea was fortified with good brandy.

"So" Malcom began. " we have an unusual situation on our hands, to say the least."

"Unusual?! Molly said rising from her seat. " My daughter wakes up in a panic because she thinks her friend and your daughter are dead, I'll say its unusual!"

"Molly " Arthur said, putting a calming hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry tonight has been trying, we expected nightmares after what happened, but not this." Arthur said

"Perfectly understandable, I think we can all agree it's been a trying evening." Paul Greengrass said kindly.

"About that, could you tell us what happened to Ginny at school this year, you said you expected nightmares, why?" Malcom asked, and Arthur told them of Ginny's possession by Riddle's diary, the attacks on muggle borns, including her friend Hermione, and finally the battle in the Chamber of Secrets that nearly cost Ginny and Harry their lives

"Merlin's beard!" Paul Greengrass said, astonished at the tale, his respect for Harry Potter going up greatly.

"I agree, that's quite an incident." Malcom said, feeling but not showing his new found respect for young Mr Potter. For the next hour they tried to come up with some plausible reason why so many seemingly random girls would all have the same nightmare at the same time.

...

Paul was exhausted, and glad to be finish talking with Arthur, and Malcom, they along with Molly and Sarah had flooed home from Greengrass manor, after talking it over for more than an hour, they decided that since it was nearly five in the morning it was too late to really figure this out, and they needed to invite Hermione and her parents to any discussion about this mysterious shared nightmare that linked their daughters. Arthur and Molly volunteered to hold a meeting at the Burrow in three days, they would owl Hermione and her parents tomorrow to see if she had a nightmare too, and to invite them to the meeting at the Burrow. Paul decided to go back to bed, but not before making sure Daphne was sleeping soundly. Paul found Laura watching their daughter sleep, she looked so peaceful, such a contrast from the look of pain and panic from just a few hours ago.

"Come on, lets get a little sleep ourselves." Paul said and gently kissed the side of his wife's head, her blonde hair soft to his lips.

" Ok." She whisper in a soft voice as she felt his arm around her leading her to bed and a few hours of slumber.

(Number 4 Privat Dr, the formerly smallest bedroom )

A soft glow from the enchanted fire pit bathed the room in a warm glow that played gently across the rich tapestries and banners that decorated the room. The lone occupant of the room, a boy with messy raven hair, slept deeply, snuggled under the plush blankets and furs of his cozy bed. The boy stirred slightly as a soft wave of energy passed through at 2:45 in the morning, and with it a sense of connection and belonging that caused a smile on the sleeping boy's face. They were here.

(Deep in the forest of Albania.)

A disembodied wrath moved silently through the forest, Lord Voldemort, or what was left of him, seethed with rage, how dare that Potter brat interfere with his plans! That fool Quirrel, had been completely useless, he was surrounded by fools! The wrath felt a faint wave of unfamiliar energy pass through, and with it a sense of doom overtook him for a moment. Voldemort didn't bother to contemplate further, he needed to find a body, and he needed to return to England, after that it would be his enemies who felt doom.

(The Rookery, Ottery St Catchpole, UK)

Luna lay humming herself to sleep with a centuries old Norse lullaby when a familiar presence entered her room. Luna didn't open her eyes as Astrid sat by her bed.

"It's done. " the brunette valkyrie whispered, drawing a smile from Luna.

"Good." Luna whispered as Astrid left the room and Midgard behind

"They're back." Luna whispered to herself with a small smile as she felt the familiar magical signatures flare to life in the distance. The young seer fell into a contented sleep as her sisters returned to the worlds. All was once again right in Luna's world.

(Author's Note )

I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed this story, I appreciate your support.

To address a couple of things.

Ginny of course is a main part of the story, and like the reviewer, I don't like Ginny or Weasley bashing at all, that said Ron is a teenage boy, and sometimes he doesn't think before he acts, he'll make mistakes, but he's not plotting and evil. I also won't be bashing Dumbledore, sometimes he's misguided, but not evil.

To answer another question, why are the Norse gods helping? In story because of a prophecy, and because they want to prevent an early Ragnarok. The real world reason is because I'm just interested in Vikings. Last point is that Harry's parents died heroic deaths in battle against a powerful enemy, and in this story the brave go to Valhalla. Sorry for the long notes, I probably won't be writing anymore notes this long. Thank you again for your reviews.

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