A/N: Okay, I have to admit, I really don't know what happened to this story. I just forgot it even existed. I stumbled over this again yesterday, and I started reading it, and when I finished, I was thinking "shit, I wish the author updates soon". I then see who wrote it, and I feel really, really embarrassed when I see it belongs to me :/ So I decided I needed to continue this now. I also noticed it's been over a year since I updated it D: Well, to anyone who cares, I'm truly sorry about that!

Oh well, let's get this thing started, then. It's from Hermione's POV.

We were standing in front of a huge statue of sorts. It was a memorial. A war memorial.

In front of us, at least 20 feet tall, she was standing on Harrys right side. On Harrys left side was Ron. All three of them standing with their wands pointed in front of them. In front of Harry and Hermione, below their wands, was Dobby.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. Why on earth would Ginny take me to show something like this? Wasn't tonight about us and a new start for us?

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Ginny had moved to stand behind me and rested one hand on my shoulder.

I turned to look at her.

"Why are we here? What is this?"

"This is a memorial. A war memorial, to be more specific. Look at the plaque."

I turned back towards the statue and walked over to it and kneeled before the plaque.

Late March, 1998. A battle was fought at Malfoy Manor when Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasly escaped after they had been captured by snatchers earlier the same day. Dobby, a free house-elf, and ever faithful towards Harry Potter and his friends, were the one to save them. He was killed in the heroic process by Bellatrix LeStrange. He was buried at the Shell Cottage in a grave dug by hand by Harry Potter.

On May 2nd, the great battle of Hogwarts stood. This was the last battle in the second wizarding war, the battle where Harry Potter finally won over Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. Harry Potter had great help from his friends, Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. Together they ended the war and made both worlds a better place to be.

We all hail you!

A little further down, a familiar handwriting had carved in,

In loving memory of Dobby, the bravest house-elf to ever have lived.

I had tears in my eyes, but I didn't know what I was feeling about all of this. I was angry, confused and moved by all of this. But I was really pissed that they hadn't asked my permission to put up a 20 feet statue of me in Russia. They had no rights to do so, no matter what I had done in the past.

I stood up again and turned to face Ginny, who were still standing in the same spot,

"What is this?"

Ginny looked confused,

"It's a war memorial. I told you that."

I shook my head,

"Yes, I know that. But why did they do this? When did they do this? And why didn't they tell me about this?"

"They did it about 3 years after the war, when things began to calm down and go back to as normal as things could be. They did it to honour you, you know. And they did try to tell you about this, they tried to contact you for weeks before they began the project. But they never found you, so they found someone to take the decision for you."

I was getting angry now. Who thought they could make MY decisions for me? Who thought they could just proceed with this thing? I didn't want this. I was still a person in my right mind, perfectly capable of taking care of such business myself.

"Who?" was all I managed to ask without bursting into complete anger and madness. I was already curling my hands into fists, doing my very best to keep calm.

Ginny looked wary at me, almost as if she was afraid to say something wrong, or even something at all.

"Me," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I thought you wouldn't mind. I thought you would appreciate it. Be glad people remembered you, and still thought of you. I'm sorry."

She took a few steps towards me, but I responded with taking equally many steps away from her. It would be a very bad idea for her to get any closer to me now.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" I spat out between gritted teeth.

"I thought you would appreciate it. Hermione, I'm sorry. I really am. Please don't get mad at me."

Ginny looked like she was on the verge of crying now. But for the first time in my life, I actually didn't care one bit.

"What on earth made you think I would appreciate a 20 foot tall statue of me in the middle of Russia? What on earth made you think I would ever appreciate a statue of or even a word to remind me of the horrors I had to face during the war?"

"Hermione. I'm sorry, I really am. I really thought you would appreciate seeing this. Please, don't be mad with me".

I was shaking. I couldn't quite explain why I was this furious about this. Sure, they had put up a huge statue of me without asking me about it, but by now, the rational part of my brain understood why they did it, and why Ginny wanted to show me this.

Tears were falling down Ginny's face, but still I couldn't make myself care one bit about it. All I could think of, was getting back to my apartment and lock myself up with a bottle or two of firewhisky.

"Ginny, I'd like to go home now", I said with a firm voice, trying to keep it steady. As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard how harsh they sounded, but still I didn't care for nothing but getting home as soon as possible.

Ginny looked hurt.

"But Hermione. There is still one thing I would like to take you to. Can't you wait for just another hour? Please?"

I could see it in her eyes, that last thing, was what she was most excited about. This was something she really wanted me to see.

"No, I don't want to wait for another hour. I want to go back home. Right this instant."

Ginny straightened up, and crossed her arms. She looked at me with a firm look, not breaking eye contact,

"No. I don't want to take you home. Not yet. I know I promised to take you home as soon as you wanted to, but right now I'm going to break that promise. I want you to stay right here with me and do that one last thing with me. That's all I'm asking. I can take you home afterwards if you still want to then, but I sure as hell won't take you home now."

I blinked stupidly a couple of times before I managed to wrap my head around what she just had said. When that was done, I became angrier than what I already was.

"Fine! Then I'll find myself some other way home on my own".

I'm pretty sure Ginny wasn't expecting this. I'm sure she took me for some helpless woman, unable to figure out a way home on my own without apparating myself. She was stunned, and by the looks of it, unable to move her body in any way. I wasn't even sure she was breathing at the moment.

I turned around and began walking in the same direction I hoped we had come from. Considering we had apparated and unknown distance, I could only walk away, and hope for the best.

"Hermione! Wait up."

Ginny came running after me, but instead of stopping to wait for her, I increased my speed. I was almost jogging away from her now.

"Hermione…"

"Stop it, Ginny. Just leave me alone. I don't want this. Just go away"

Ginny caught up with me and grabbed my arm. I had to stop. She forced me to turn around and look at her.

"Let go of me," I said with as much anger in my voice as I could manage.

Unfortunately for me, Ginny is very well trained and much stronger than me, so I weren't able to twist out of her grip.

"No, Hermione. I'm not going to let you go again. I've done that once before, and that's what landed us here in the first place. You are going to listen to me, now."

I tried once more to twist out of her grip, but of course it didn't work this time either.

"Fine. Whatever. Just say what you got to say, and let me get out of here."

Ginny released the grip she had on me and took me over to a large rock where we sat down.
She sighed, playing with her fingers.

"You know. I love you. I always have. Those letters you sent me over the years have been the only thing keeping me sane. Not even quidditch could keep me sane. That last letter you sent me, where you said it was your last letter, I was sure you were going to kill yourself. I was sure I was losing you for good. I just couldn't stand the idea of losing you for real, and that's why I came that night. I…"

"You came just because of that? So if I hadn't sent that letter, you would never have come? Gee. Thanks, Ginny. You really do know how to make a woman feel appreciated."

I stood up, ready to leave.

"Hermione, wait. I didn't mean it like that"

She bowed her head, almost like in shame.

I crossed my arms,

"Oh really. Then how did you mean it?"

"It's just that, over all those years, I always knew you were just within reach. Just a second away. All I ever needed was to grow a pair, and get over it, you know."

I walked away, but before I left her, I turned and screamed at her,

"THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU?".

Exactly how I got home, I can't remember. I just know that it took me a few hours, and suddenly, there I were, all by myself.

[20 minutes later]

There was a knock on the door.

I decided to ignore it. I wasn't in the mood to talk to Ginny right now. I just wanted to be left alone.