Okay, guys, for my forgive about the chapter before—this is going to be a long chapter. It tells about George and Hermione's adventure when they go back to the past. Enjoy! ;)

Disclaimer : Once again, I do not own Harry Potter. God bless JK Rowling :)

George swallowed—cleared his throat. His brown eyes turned around.

"Where...are we?"

"The Burrow," Hermione said, "It's 07.00 pm right now. Where are we at 07.00 pm?"

George frowned. "Room of Requirement, Hogwarts!" He yelled, grabbed Hermione's wrist and then ran away. "C'mon, let's go!"

Both of them Apparated to the Hogsmeade, and then ran away to Hog's Head.

They standing behind the wall, seeing a shadow walked quickly to Hog's Head. An old man with white-hair and beard stood up at the desk, looked tired and confused.

Aberforth Dumbledore.

George sticked out his neck, stand on tiptoes to see what's going on.

"Invisibility Cloak," Hermione whispered. "They're us, of course,"

"Us?"

"Me, Harry, and Ron," said Hermione with her sarcasm. "Nah-they were go to the portrait. Now, it's our turn."

"Why they didn't say anything?" George murmured.

"Aberforth knew...," Hermione answered, "...if they didn't want to get caught from Snatchers, they must act like they're invisible."

They walked in silence and strained behind the Invisibility Cloak.

Suddenly a voice came from behind them.

"Who—are—you?"

George drawned his wand immediately. Hermione pulled down George's hand. "Don't do anything—until he attacked us."

"I hear you walked here. I see your shadows. Who are you?"

Hermione gasped as a hand grabbed their Cloak—but George acted first,

"Expelliarmus!"

The old man fell down to the ground with a loud bang. He grunted angry.

"Aberforth Dumbledore!"

"This is not fun, Mr. Weasley," he groaned. "What are you doing here—hey, are you Hermione?"

Hermione nodded. "Sir," she helped Aberforth to get up, "They're coming, aren't they?"

Aberforth sighed.

"Just a few minutes ago. To go to Hogwarts, absolutely."

"What did they say to you?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I just remind them—Hogwarts isn't the best place for them with this situation right now. But they still want to go."

"It will happens, isn't it?" George breathed. "I mean—the war...,"

"Mr. Weasley," Aberforth clapped his shoulder. "If You-Know-Who says he will, he truly will. And no one can prohibited him."

"But he's not Lord!" George cried, suddenly his eyes grew red-full with emotions. "He-he just a Dark Wizard-a bloody great Dark Wizard, who wanted to see everyone suffered in his glory! He can't take everyone's happiness like that, he can't powered this world!"

"I knew it," said Aberforth wisely. "That's why we stand behind Harry now. That's why everyone believed in Harry—till the end. They fight for gained peace and happiness like before. They sacrifice their life."

George can feels his head full with emotions.

"We will too," he said, his voice suddenly became older, explicit and steady. "We will fight for their life. Thanks, Sir."

"We must go now." Hermione said, looked at her watch. "The Battle must be started."

"How do you know?" Aberforth frowned. "And—also, how do you get back here after you came to the portrait a few minutes before?"

"Yeah—ngngngg... I guess. I don't know, maybe it's not me. Polyjuice effect, perhaps. Well, thanks for that, Sir." said Hermione nervously.

And then, they open the portrait, climbed on and walked away along the secret passage to go to Hogwarts.

"C'mon, this way!" She whispered, ran along to the street.

They go to the secret passage away near Shrieking Shack, forward to Whomping Willow.

"George!" Hermione yelled, grabbed his jacket. "Look."

Hogwarts is stand up near them, looked very great and powerful. Nobody can guessed if a few hours next it will be destroyed with a group of bloody Death Eaters.

Hermione sighed. "My home."

"Me too."

"Not you."

"Of course I am."

"Enough!" Hermione laughed, "Let's go. Don't waste anytime. I don't want to get failed at the second time—or I'll kill myself."

George's eyes widened when he hear her words.

"Hermione Jean Granger," he said with a steady look, "I will kill my ownself first before you, if I fail to saved Fred for the second time."

"Here we go."

Hermione stopped, she closed her eyes and stay focused.

We need a place to saved our friends's life...

We need a place to find them...

Let us go, please...

Suddenly, the wall in front of them disappeared—and changed into a large door.

"Alohomora," George breathed, and then they entered the room, still hiding behind the Cloak.

"George, they must be here, aren't they?" Hermione whispered. "Where are them?"

George shook his head. "I don't know. I'm not wrong, you know. Neville must be here, and all of the Dumbledore's Army too."

"Sst!" Hermione hissed. "They're coming! Why it's late? I mean—they were go before us...,"

"Hermione, you didn't notice something?" George pointed to the group. "Look. He's alive."

Hermione looked to the group, sees someone standing there—and then she feels a tear fell down to her eyes.

A happy tears.

Fred was near them, he's standing beside Lee—looked happy and healthy.

He is alive. He is alive!

Oh, Merlin.

Hermione really want to run away from where she stood, go to Fred—hug him and kiss him all the way like he will leave her forever.

She missed him, of course, she bloody hell missed him.

"Calm down," George hugged Hermione comfortly. "You'll see him. But we must wait. Nah—let's hear what they said."

"Alright, everybody calm down," Neville said loudly. "You might know it's not the best place for Harry, but as we're believed in him—we're united together, together we will protect him and fight for him to defeated Voldemort."

"I know, it's dangerous for me to come here," Harry breathed heavily, "But I need to find something. Something to destroy Voldemort."

"Horcrux," said Hermione and George together.

"What is it?" Luna said softly. George can feels his stomach grunted when he sees her.

Hermione grinned. "Calm down, yourself." she repeated George's words. "You'll see her after this."

"Git," George smirked. "Steal my words, Hermione—be creative."

They sat here, waiting for the group.

"So, what are you looking for?" Seamus asked to Harry. "Maybe we can help."

"It—it just...," Harry grinned, suddenly clenched his teeth like he suffered in pain.

"That scar." Hermione whispered. "Voldemort's connect with him."

"Poor Harry." George sighed.

"Are you okay?" Neville clapped Harry's shoulder.

"Nothing," Harry shook his head. "I'm fine."

"So, then, what should we do, Harry?" asked Seamus again. "What's the plan?"

"The plan?" Ron frowned, repeated Seamus's words.

"What did you mean—out of this?" Harry asked, looked frustated.

"We were not come for leave," Harry said, caressing his scar. "There—there's something important to do."

"What's it?"

"I—I can't tell you about it."

"Why you didn't tell us, Harry? It's about how to defeated You-Know-Who, isn't it?

"Yeah," Harry swallowed, cleared his throat.

"So? We will help you," said Neville cheerfully.

Harry shook his head. "You—you don't understand. We can't tell you about it. We can do it alone."

Neville frowned. "Why?"

Harry sighed. "Because... Dumbledore had leaved an important task to us, and we must not tell anyone—I mean, he want us to do it alone. Just three of us."

Neville rolled his eyes. "But we're his army, Harry. We're still be the same together—we keep it always when you were gone."

"That's right, Harry." said Luna calmly. "We will stand behind you, believed in you, and fight for gained our peace and happiness again."

Yeah," Neville cleared his throat. "We're here for you, Harry. All of us. We haven't stopped fighting. No matter what they threatened us with we didn't stop. Nothing you can say or do can change that fact. We're here because we believe in you, sure, we all do. We've proven that time and time again. That's not it though, we're here because we have something to fight for. It's our world too, our rights and future You-Know-Who is trying to destroy. We hate him just as much. We're fighting with or without you."

"But I don't want to see...," Harry sighed, "...anyone of you hurted, tortured, or died in vain."

"Harry, this is our chance. Our chance and choice, as long as it's about the right thing-no problem. Although you trying to stopped us or not, it will not changes us. We will still fighting. We will sure, Voldemort will never get a chance to broke our life and our happiness again."

"I think it should be fun." Fred grinned. "Hear that, Lee? Fight for Hogwarts, defeated a bloody—Death Eater, and then...lived happily with your fiancee and shagging her all day."

George laughed uncontrollably when he hear Fred's words. Hermione blushed.

"Nah—although his life will be ended in the next few hours, he still looked cheerful,"

"George, I told you his life will never ended," Hermione corrected quickly. Her eyes locked on George's. "Mark my words."

George sighed. "Okay," he said. "I think it's our turn."

They opened the Cloak, and joined to the group.

"Hermione! Where have you been?"

"George, in the next time I will never give you a Nougat Nosebleed anymore for leaving me without a reason."

"Cheers, mate," George grinned, give a V-fingers. "Who needs a Nougat Nosebleed in this situation? Maybe a Fainted Candy will be necessary for all the lovely Death Eaters in there."

"Brilliant, you prat," Fred laughed. "So, what will we do? No more waiting, aren't we? I bet You—Know—Who didn't waste anytime for...,"

"...a wizard to shagging his fiancee in front of him." Hermione finished his words, her eyes looked at Fred's handsome brown eyes.

Fred blushed. "That's not what I meant, Hermione—hey, don't say to me you want to do it right now. It's full of crowded people in here, actually." he whispered, winked cheerfully.

"No jokes!" Hermione blushed in laugh, then looked at Harry. "We must go now, right?"

"Yeah. That bloody things must be destroyed." Ron growled.

"Okay," Harry shook his head. "Now, I just need—need something if you know about... Ravenclaw's Diadem."

"That's losed more than one hundred years ago, right?" Seamus asked.

And as he said this, Hermione realized that the great battle of wizarding world had just begin.

The battle, the final fight for the future of this whole wizarding world.

The final fight of sacrificed and rebellion for their own life.

How could she pass this? How could she fight without losing anyone she had loved?

Hermione sighed.

Yes, she could.

Fate can be change, if you really want and fight for it.

I can. I will can.

"Hermione?"

George's voice makes her realized from her own dream.

"Are you ready?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes."

"Are you ready to destroy that bloody horcrux and saved Fred's life?"

She nodded again. "Absolutely."

"Well, so, let's go. Let's fight, for gained our peace and happiness again. Let's fight for our future life, our future happiness...,"

Hermione smiled. She looked George with a steady look.

"...and never let Voldemort take everything we had, or broke our life and happiness again."

Well-that's all from this chapter! I'm sorry for not updated so long, my life school is a little bit busy last week. Nah, what do you think will be happen in the next chapter? Will they success? Will they saved Fred's life without getting a dangerous risk?

So, let me know what do you think when you have read this so far-just click the blue button below, and thanks so much for it! :D

-Myranda-