She landed in Hogwarts, the way it had looked 10 years ago. Sort of. The students were still inside, along with the teachers, but there seemed to be a great war going on. Hermione noticed death eaters sending green light from their wands. Every so often, Hermione would see a fellow student drop dead. Some parts of the hall (The great hall, Hermione noticed) were on fire.

Jets of light narrowly missed the 25-year old Hermione, but she wasn't worried. This was simply a memory. Hermione cheered loudly when she saw herself, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville come out of nowhere. Luna and Ginny stood back to back, sending of jets of red light at every death eater they saw. Neville was having a very close battle with Bellatrix Lestrange, who cackled evilly. Ron was covering 16-year-old Hermione, his wand pointed forward. Young Hermione was looking anxious, and had her own wand out.

Greyback seemed to appear out of nowhere. Luna hadn't seen him coming, and was sent to the ground when the werewolf pounced on her. Older Hermione watched in horror and disgust as Greyback bit into Luna violently. She could hear her screams echoing of the walls.

Ron pointed his wand at Greyback, and blasted him with a red jet of light. Greyback, fell back, stunned. Luna lay bleeding. Ron rushed forward.

"Luna… Luna, you'll be okay. We can save you." he looked back to see younger Hermione standing there, "Hermione, help!"

Hermione shook her head, "I can't, Ron."

"What d'you…"

There was a crash, and Hermione turned back, "He's coming, Ron. We have to find Harry." she said all of this very calmly.

Ron blinked, "Harry will probably be off fighting him already--"

"No, Ron. You don't understand."

She marched away, finding Harry bleeding behind the stairs. "Who did this?!" she called angrily, 'He was for the Dark Lord to finish!" Hermione screamed and pointed her wand at Harry. His minor wounds were healed. "Get up. Come on. You have to go to him."

Harry wasn't answering Hermione, but he and Ron were both looking at her with a questionable stare, "I know where he is!" Hermione shouted, "He wants to see Harry only."

Ron narrowed his eyes, 'Hermione…?"

But Hermione was already dragging Harry off somewhere. Ron had followed. She led them up the stairs into an abandoned class room, where Voldemort stood waiting.

Ron looked at Harry, 'You can do it mate… you can kill him." Hermione glared at Ron, "Hush!" she pushed Harry forward and Voldemort grinned.

"Ah. I see you've come through. You may be worthwhile, despite your dirty blood."

Hermione bowed, and Ron's eyes widened. Harry was raising his wand, but Hermione called out, "Expelliarmus!" and it flew to her hand.

"My Lord, now he will not have the power of the twin cores." Hermione tossed Harry a very small vine wand, which he pointed at Voldemort, looking confused.

"Excellent… Just you and me Potter. Granger. Get that blood traitor out of my sight!"

Hermione turned to Ron, she pointed her own wand at him, "Out Weasley, or you'll meet the same fate Potter's about to."

Ron raised his hands, looking crushed and confused, "Hermione… why? What have you--"

Hermione growled, "I warned you!" she raised her wand, "Avada--"

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Hermione's wand flew from her hand, into the one of Neville Longbottom, "S-stop it Hermione!"

Hermione smirked, "You've finally grown a spine, Longbottom. Well it won't matter. In second the Dark Lord will once again rule!"

Almost immediately after she had said this, the room behind them glowed green. Voldemort was laughing. Hermione smirked, "Your beloved Harry Potter is dead."

Neville stared blankly in the direction Hermione indicated. Ron's face was expressionless. Hermione took advantage of this and stole her wand back from Neville, "You'll never steal my wand again, Avada Kedavra!" she called. Green light shot from her wand, and Neville fell to his death.

She turned to Ron, "You…" she raised her wand, but was slightly hesitant. Ron watched her with wide eyes. Voldemort appeared over the castle, "We must take our leave now, but be warned survivors, we'll be back. And it will never be the same!" He shot through the ceiling as did the remaining death eaters.

Hermione stared at Ron and lowered her wand, "You got lucky, this time." she said and pointed her wand at the ceiling. Blue smoke scooped her up and lifted her away…

Hermione blinked as she found herself back in Ron's room. It was all her fault. Ron hadn't been lying. She was the one who doomed the wizarding world. She had betrayed her friends without remorse and even killed Neville with no guilt. She didn't deserve to live…

"You alright?" a voice said behind her.

Hermione turned around to see Ron leaning against the doorway, "Wasn't the best day of my life." he shrugged.

Tears fell from Hermione's eyes, "It was my fault… I don't deserve your forgiveness Ron. I sold you and Harry out. I killed Neville…"

Ron stepped forward, "Look… it wasn't you remember? For all we know, you could have been imperiused."

"Even if I was… I-I wouldn't have…"

"Stop blaming yourself. You couldn't control yourself. You did seem a bit distant in the later part of sixth year. Maybe it was that potion? Maybe the potion makes it so you can't really have control of your life?"

Hermione shook her head, "I killed Neville, I became a death eater…"

"Stop! I've already forgiven you, and when I tell everybody how it happened, they'll forgive you to!"

Hermione continued to cry into her hands, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Ron…"

Her heart leapt when she felt his arms wrap around her and pat her on the back, "Forget it. You're not like that any more. You have control now."

Hermione sniffed, "What happened to Luna? Did she really become a--"

"A werewolf? Yeah…She was actually taken to Azkaban." he shuddered, "I reckon she's still alive though."

Hermione nodded, "I hope so…" she paused, she wanted to know what happened afterward, "After the war… what happened?"

Ron was about to explain, when a shriek came from upstairs. It sounded like Lavender. He ran up the stairs, and Hermione followed.

"Lavender? What's wrong?"

Lavender glared at Hermione, "I felt a presence. How do we know she's not calling her little death eater friends, Won-Won? She's setting us up!"

"She's not. I know it, Lavender."

Lavender looked sadly at her husband, "You should trust me! I'm your wife. Yet you take her side! She's been gone for years, working for You-Know-Who, being a traitor, and you still take her side! Just like in school! Why?!"

"I'm not taking her side! I love you, Lavender, but Hermione explained everything to me… I just… I know she's telling the truth, okay?"

Hermione's heart sank. He loved her. He'd just said it, although she couldn't help but notice it seemed forced.. Hermione hoped that Ron would be with Lavender out of pity, but apparently not.

Lavender looked as if she didn't believe him, "How do I know you're not sneaking off behind my back? When did you find out she was 'good'" Lavender put quotations in the air at this, " Have you been shagging her since?!"

Ron blinked, completely taken aback, "What? How could you say that… Lavender I wouldn't cheat on you!"

Lavender sniffed, then pulled Ron's head down to hers and kissed him much like she did when they were 16. Hermione groaned. Not this again… Her heart sank even lower.

When they broke apart, Ron asked if she was convinced, and Lavender smiled. When he turned away from her, Lavender smirked at Hermione.

Hermione glared back at her.

"Right. You wanted to know what happened after the war, Hermione? Well, You-Know-Who did return to power. Death eaters started showing up everywhere. You couldn't go anywhere without running into one. Soon the entire ministry was under Voldemort's control, and you could go to jail if you were caught and you weren't a death eater. A law was passed that if they found you, they could kill you. It was a terrifying time, and still is. People took to hiding, but a lot of us were caught. Hogwarts was no more, but there's still Durmstang. Only children of death eaters are allowed to get educations, and they're only taught the dark arts, and how to make the deadliest poisons."

"Who… who was caught, that we know?" Hermione asked timidly.

"Well… Luna, she was carted off to Azkaban as I said. Lupin and Tonks were both killed, as were Dean Thomas… Parvati and her sister were killed… Almost the entire D.A's in Azkaban. A lot of the Order members to…" Ron listed several names of people who were either in Azkaban or dead. Hermione gasped a few times when he said a name.

Lavender cleared her throat, and a sniff escaped her. "S-seamus to… Won-Won."

"Right. No one's really sure what happened to him. He was caught a couple of weeks ago, actually. No news yet." He patted Lavender on the back, "I know you're still not over Parvati and all, but…"

Lavender sighed, "I never though my best friend…"

Hermione cleared her throat, "What about your family, Ron? Ginny? Fred, George?"

Ron looked up at Hermione, "I… I don't know. I know Ginny's staying with my mum and dad. They're hiding well. Fred and George are in danger though. The death eaters have leads. They may be caught any day now. Charlie's off in another country, No one knows where Bill and Fleur are… Percy's… gone." Ron looked close to tears.

Hermione herself had to wipe some away, "Oh, Ron." she stepped forward and hugged Ron tightly. She couldn't imagine what it must be like for him to worry about his family so much. As the Weasley's were practically part of her family (Or they were, years ago) she was scared as well. She felt Ron shaking, and tears fall onto her robes as Ron held her tightly.

Lavender cleared her throat and stomped her foot. "Excuse me."

Hermione ignored it. Didn't she see Ron needed comfort?

"I said, EXCUSE ME!" she said and pointed her wand at Hermione. Hermione felt a jet of pink light hot her, and she instantly felt a little dizzy.

Ron pulled apart from Hermione, his eyes still red with tears, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Lavender put on puppy dog eyes, "It should be me hugging you Ron! Me comforting you! Not this horrible girl, who let's face it, loyalty is suspicious."

Ron glared at Lavender, "We've been through this! Hermione's not like that anymore!"

Lavender shook her head, "People don't change."

"I can't… Why are you acting like this?!"

"Because you're my husband! I don't want you running around with her! Years ago you fancied her! Remember that? How do I know it's still not that way?"

They were talking as if Hermione wasn't even in the room. She was beginning to feel awkward, especially when Lavender said that last bit.

"Because I don't! It's been ten years Lavender! Don't you think that's enough time to get over someone? Besides! I'm with you now. You don't need to act so jealous." Ron said quietly.

Lavender folded her arms, then left the room. Ron sighed and fell back into a chair, rubbing his eyes. Hermione looked down, "Um... Sorry. Should I go?"

Ron looked up, "No. You can't leave. You're safe here, Hermione."

Hermione shook her head, "They still think I'm a death eater. It won't matter."

"Oh yes it will." You ran away from the Malfoy's house. You think they won't take that into suspicion? They'll be looking for you. Remember what happened to Karkaroff? He left the death eaters and went into hiding. They still found him, and they killed him for disloyalty."

Hermione bit her lip. Ron was right. Now that she'd run away from the death eater life, people would be looking for her.

"There's a guest bedroom right next to ours. You can stay there as long as you need."

"Thank you, Ron… but what will Lavender say?"

"She won't like it. But she'll get over it. I think she's jealous of you. She thinks I still fancy you… I can understand why though. I mean, you're beautiful."

Hermione flushed, "What? Oh, thanks, Ron! Did you really used to fancy me?"

Ron also turned a little pink, "I… that was a long time… I just… yeah." he said and turned away. Hermione could still see the tips of his ears going red. She couldn't help but giggle.

Ron was right. Lavender wasn't to happy that Hermione would be staying in their house. She complained about it every chance she could get, and never let Ron and Hermione have any time alone together for more than 5 seconds. One day, about a month later, Ron had left the safety of the small underground home to find food.

Lavender turned to Hermione after Ron had gone, "I'm warning you." she said, holding her swollen stomach with one hand, and pointing her wand at Hermione with the other, "If I catch you with Ron, doing anything but talking about the war, I'll report you to the death eaters myself."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Wouldn't that give you away?"

Lavender poked her wand into Hermione's neck, and she felt it burn, "Ron and I can move before they find out who reported you. Maybe I'll speak his name. I'll tie you up and Ron and I can leave and make a new home elsewhere. Without you. The little death eaters can do whatever they want with you. I'm sure they'll make it interesting. What do they do to traitors, again?" she paused, " Am I making myself perfectly clear?" Lavender glared.

Hermione glared back, "I don't know what you think Ron and I will be doing Lavender, but I assure you, you don't have to worry." she said with a slight smirk.

Lavender pulled her wand away, "I don't trust you Granger. I can't see why Ron sees hope in you…"

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Ron's voice came through and he told a bit about himself to prove who he was. Lavender unlocked the door and hugged her husband. She kissed him fiercely, then turned back to Hermione and mouthed,

'He's Mine.'

Whoot. Another chapter done! I'm really updating this story quickly. :D The reviews make me want to get it through as soon as possible. So thanks for all the support. What did you think of this chapter? Writing this chapter made me hate Lavender even more, haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.