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& for those of you who are not new, go back and read the first chapter.

I changed a lot.

Silver and Gold
an epilogue of sorts:
watched

The Trio

Her answer rang throughout the entire room, and quickly Hermione began to feel uneasy.

"I will ask again," the minster finally said, after the silence began to feel too much, "do you think that the Death Eaters should be sentenced to death?"

"No," she repeated, though perhaps less sure of herself. Then she thought of Draco's eyes, taunting her. She filled that in, letting the anger fuel her voice.

Another silence. "Pardon?" whispered the Head of Aurors.

"No," she half-snapped. Rage began to course through her veins, the kind where anyone who knew her quickly dived for cover. "No. NO, as in no, as in no, or en oh. Please tell me you get the picture, minister. Surely even if you didn't graduate from a wizarding school, or any other, you know what that word means? You know, the word that every woman in her right mind said when you asked for a date?"

For just a minute I saw Draco gaze at me—gaze—with what looked like admiration—no, respect.

Appalled, the minster sputtered, "You Hermione Granger are not in your right mind!"

"No. I am." Hermione tried to calm herself. "Just ask Ron or Harry."

"Yes," said Harry immediately. "She does. A bit bigger than needed, but…"

"Y-well, y-well, uh, still, you're not allowed to do that, you cannot just say no when—"

Harry and Ron took deep breaths. And then they nodded, before saying, "We agree with Hermione," which came out a little warbled, but the meaning was clear.

They were sticking with their best friend.

The Caged Wizards

They could not see, but they could hear, and from what was going on they were free.

A blissful kind of joy began to settle in them, warm and comforting. They would see their families again, and there was nothing more comforting than that.

An entry from the diary of
Luther D. Hanson

January 23, Year 7 at Hogwarts

Edwin passed the second tournament!

We cheered so hard, most of us Ravenclaws have soar throats. But the peculiar thing is that Rosalinda Flint congratulated me, never mind the fact that her own cousin from Durmstrang almost lost.

The Malfoy family

Draco's mother was clutching her son with her manicured nails tighter than ever. Though it stung, and he began to bleed, everything would be okay.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be fine.

He faced the cage with his father again, this time smiling brilliantly.

The Trio
20 minutes after the trial

They were taking off their makeup a little too quickly, but it was necessary if they wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Harry even ruffled his hair rebelliously.

Grabbing whatever they brought with them, they scampered out of there. Unfortunately, it wasn't too easy. In fact, it was downright hard. They linked hands and tried to get through the crowd of reporters and angry wizards, but it was almost impossible until Ron took out his wand and got them out of there. (Hermione was miffed she hadn't thought of that, rules be stomped on.)

After the Trial
pureblood families

The Parkinsons, the Malfoys, the Flints, the Goyles, the Crabbes, the Zabinis, the Greengrasses, all of the pureblood families watched the Golden Trio leave.

Finally, Mr. Malfoy spoke, "We were wrong about them, and especially the Granger girl."

"I agree," whispered a mother as she burrowed in her father's clothes, and clutching her husband's.

"I want you to help her any way you can," said a Greengrass to his son. "We owe them all, but especially Miss Granger."

There were nods and then Mr. Malfoy put his arm around his son and squeezed, telling him he agreed.

note:

this isn't the last chapter, actually.