THE LAST BATTLE

Curses and hexes shot overhead as the Wizards and Witches fighting dodged them while shooting counter-curses over their shoulders and around fallen barriers.

They defended the castle with as much force as seventh year Hogwarts students could. Some of the fighters weren't even in their seventh year, some of them had seen their seventh year at Hogwarts long ago in the past. They all fought side by side, stepping over fallen comrades and Death Eaters alike. To tell the truth the battle was going badly, both sides had lost many. The Great Hall held all the casualties Mr. And Mrs Weasley, Mad-eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Colin Creevey, and many others.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had been trapped on the fourth floor, by a small group of dementors were now making their way back down to the grounds, where they knew Voldemort would be waiting. The trio got as far as the second floor when a dark figure came out of no where, using electricity to blast Hermione to the opposite wall. "Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted at the same time. Pointing their wands at the demon.

"No!" Hermione yelled pulling herself up. "Don't! I've got it. You have to go."

"Hermione-"

"GO!" Hermione interrupted.

"We wont leave you here." Ron told her, angrily.

Hermione glared at Harry, as a another blast hit them against the staircase.

"I love you, but right now is my fight, your magic cant match his, we'll take Voldemort together, like we always do. But till then you have to go. help those who need it, find what we're missing. When it's time, you'll hear me."

Harry and Ron looked at her helplessly. "Go!" She shouted as she ran back to the demon throwing fireballs at him.

"Be careful. And for gods sake DONT DIE." Harry screamed back at her over his shoulder.

"From ancient times this power came, For all to have but none to reign. Take it now, show no mercy, For this power can no longer be." Piper yelled over the loud wind, and watched as her spell vanquished her 3rd demon. She rushed over to Phoebe who was pulling herself up from the floor. "Fucking ugly, bastard." she moaned. "I know. Couldn't they have brought back from the pits of Hell a cute looking demon?" Piper said sarcastically, leading her sister down to the first floor, where they found Prue battling Kurzon an upper level demon the faced years ago. "Guys, spell?" Prue called as she waved her hand making Kurzon fly into a wall. Piper moved her own hands trying explode the Demon. Which served to be no help. Every time she blasted him, he would multiply by three "Piper look out!" Phoebe shouted. Spinning her sister out of the way before an energy ball hit her.

"Oh come on!" Piper yelled furiously..

"Got a spell them?" Prue asked panting.

"Thinking." Phoebe called as she fought back to back with her sister.

"I remember!" Piper yelled, trying to freeze him. Phoebe levitated and kicked the demon as Piper said the spell.

"Hell threw you from its inner core,

But earth won't hold you anymore.

Since heaven cannot be your place,

Your flesh and blood we now erase."

The sisters collapsed on the stone floor as Kurzon and his doubles exploded in black flames.

Hours passed and the battle continued, neither sides seemed to be getting anywhere, and then. It happened.

No one had seen it, no one had even thought it possible, until, from some where deep in the school grounds, Lord Voldemort made his poisonous voice heard.

"The Great Albus Dumblodre is dead. Dead at Lord Voldemort's wand. Bring me Harry Potter and the Halliwell heir, or you will meet the same fate. You have an hour." and with a finale laugh his voice disappeared, of course no one believed it, not really, until the saw Dumbledore's limp body float to the entrance of the castle.

The Death Eaters backed away. They all had an hour till they would fight again. Hermione ran as fast as her exhausted legs would take her, rushing down the stone steps until she was faced with the chaos that was now the school. Her family all sat around the body of their beloved father, whilst the students and teachers tended to casualties and thirst.

"No. NO!" She dropped to her knees at her grandfathers side. Piper held on to her for support. As the Halliwells cried at the loss of their father and grandfather.

A few minutes later Harry joined them, siting next to Prue, leaning over the body to take Hermione's hand, tears on his face, and more unshed in his eyes. This after all was his loss as well. The man who had watched over him with such care, such wisdom, such love. Was now lost to him. Hermione felt it. And it burned her.

They sat there together for the full hour no strategies, no plans. Just pain. And it was making Hermione weak, feeling her own pain, and that of the people around her. So intense, blinding, defining to her. Her empathy power was taking control.

She felt someone else too. The person approached nervously, Hermione felt the person had lost someone too. But right then, she didn't care. The persons pain added to her own, making her even weaker. 'Leave. Go away.' She thought tragically to herself. 'Its over. Leave me. Its to much pain.'

"Hermione?" Harry's dead voice woke her from her thoughts. "We have to go. The hours up. This is it."

Hermione understood instantly.

'This was the end.' She took his hand, and hearing the noise that indicated the fight was back on, shimmered away with Harry.

The Halliwells watched as Hermione shimmered with Harry. And after taking care of their fathers body, followed the rest of the Order back out to the grounds. And that was when they felt it. That cold blast of air. Freezing them to the core. A feeling they knew too well. Rubbing her tears away Piper reached into her pocket and passed a sheet of parchment to her sisters. "I knew he would come. It's time to kill the bastard once and for all." She told them.

"We cant do it on our own, Piper." Phoebe shivered.

"Its a four part spell we need Paige." Prue told her wryly.

"You have me."

The women looked around them in shock, seeking an invisible face. Paige Halliwell appeared before them in a saint white dress and blood red lips. "Paige!" They whispered together.

Paige smiled. Signaling them to wait. And there they stood the Great charmed line. Prue, the Super witch. Piper the levelheaded one. Phoebe, the kindred spirit. And Paige the independent one, the one who could never be lost. Together the sisters waited, for the demon who had once broken their almost perfect bond.

Shax appeared in a gust of frozen wind. The girls held hands. Without giving Shax time to smile that evil smile of his, and started the spell,

"Evil wind that blows,

That which forms below,

No longer may you dwell,

Death takes you with this spell."

The girls repeated it over and over mercilessly, watching as the nightmarish demon drowned in his own wind, before disappearing forever.

"Paige!" Prue shouted as she watched her youngest sister fade away.

"It hasn't ended yet. There are still things to do. Help them, I'll find you soon." Paige smiled once more then disappeared.

The battle was already going when Harry and Hermione shimmered to the grounds. They stepped over a few bodies out on the blood stained grass, and followed the sounds of fighting down to the forbidden forest.

Hermione stopped while her mind reeled with what she saw. The Order was losing. Voldemort stood, surrounded by about ten Death Eaters, while there were one or two more of them for every member of the Order.

The sight of Voldemort brought back things that Hermione would rather have forgotten. She ground her teeth together and let go of Harry's hand. a few Death Eaters had noticed them by now and were approaching. A stunning spell went over her head as she ducked. "Protego!" the next jinx bounced off her shield and she waved the offending Death Eater into the forest.

Her jacket caught fire, and she cast another shield charm while dropping the burning cloth to the floor. There was no time to put out the flames. She dodged another spell, aiming fireballs at her opponents A jet of green light missed her buy inches.

Harry wasn't far away, using his wand, in ways he didn't even know he could.

"Stupefy!" He screamed at the Death Eater, and dodged another spell. The Bat-Bogey Hex Ginny had thought him missed completely, but the Conjunctivitis Curse he cast next hit three.

Harry laughed out of relief, when he saw Hermione pick herself up, from a particularly nasty hex. The amusement faded however when someone hit her with a jelly-legs jinx. Hermione wobbled uncertainly. "Protego!" Harry shouted before Mione could be hit by another one.

She fell to the floor and shot off "Furnunculus!" at someone behind him before removing the jinx.

"Got your back!" Hermione called out to him.

"Yours too!" He called back.

And they kept going. Hermione using every bit of martial arts her parents had thought her. and Harry using every spell, and hand to hand combat he had been taught in Phoebes classes.

Vodemorts deranged voice called out into the darkness, stopping Hermione, Harry and their opponents in mid-fight.

"This bores me. Here we are, The Halliwell child, and The Boy Who Lived. You'll be lucky to see dawn," Voldemort taunted.

Harry sneered at him but the only thing he said was, "Expelliarmus!"

His spell vanished before ever hitting. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Voldemort shook his head under his hood. "I have more power than you would ever hope to attain boy. bow to Lord Voldemort, and you may die peacefully."

"You wish!" Harry yelled at him.

"Impertinence! Bella! Finish them."

"It would be an honor," she said, stepping up. Voldemort leaned casually against a tree. "Crucio!" Bellatrix said before Harry could even think. It missed Harry. Reflexively, he dodged the spell, but it caught Hermione on the first bounce.

"Incendio!" the spell managed to catch her by surprise: her hair lit on fire.

"Imperio!" she screamed at him before pausing to put out her hair. Harry threw off the curse before she was finished and yelled, "Incendio!"

The amazed look on her face as she fell was priceless. Harry was panting when the unforgivable hit him. "Crucio."

Harry dodged it, but had no chance to cast a spell before the next one came, or the next. "Expell…Expelli…" he panted out, but he couldn't finish the spell.

As the second unforgivable curse hit her, Hermione realized something, with her power she could easily take Bellatrix. but she was so weak from her previous fight with the Death Eaters. that was Voldemorts plan.

he was toying with them.

She gasped in agony as Harry fell next to her. Bellatrix was wheeling two wands at the same time.

unheard of, yet ingenious.

Hermione herd Harry's heavy breathing next to her, neither of them would give Bellatrix the satisfaction of hearing them scream.

Draco stood over Hermione, in between Her and Bella's wand.

"Draco?"

"Well, if it isn't my blessed nephew. blood traitor!" Bella spat.

Draco said nothing to this, he only waved his hand out in front of him. "End the spell Bellatrix." Draco's voice was cold. if Hermione had the strength to move, she would have shivered.

"What? you dare to give me an order? ME?!" Bella screamed,shrilly.

"End it!" something in Draco's tone changed, Bella's eyes went blank. she dropped both wands instantly.

Draco stepped froward, and the circle of Death Eaters jumped to Bella's defense. however it was safe to say that none of them expected what was about to happen.

as the Death Eaters lunged froward. Draco moved his out stretched hand and smirked as a a bright blue light erupted from it, light a large blow torch.

the Death Eaters all threw the killing curse together, but Draco blocked it easily, with a large force field. moved swiftly back to to his position between Death Eaters and Hermione and Harry. Moving both hands, so the synchronized with the other, he clapped once sending an energy wave in order to disintegrate his targets. (Extremely powerful ability as it can kill the victim on contact.)

no one was left standing after Draco's amazing blast. Hermione stood up quickly and pulled Harry to his feet.

"Draco? Draco how did you do that?" Hermione asked, awed.

"Just a little trick your dad thought me, we'll talk later, i have to go. its up to you now." Draco kissed her softly, and clasped Harry on the back. "Use you Demonic power to sense him, he's heading dew north, he's waiting." Draco told Hermione. Who nodded. and watch shocked as Draco shimmered away.

"Can you run?" Harry asked, taking Hermione's hand.

Mione nodded. "I Don't think I have a choice. Just gimme a minute." she said. Hermione closed her eyes, and stood completely still focusing her energy on the one being with the most evil energy in side of him.

"He's heading back towards the lake. Let's go." She told Harry, opening her eyes.

Harry, thou confused by this said nothing, only nodded, and allowed Hermione to lead him to the lake.

They got there just a few minutes after the Dark Lord.

"Running away already Tom?" Harry sneered.

"Never, Potter, I just like the Lake view. Always was my favorite place here." Voldemort told them.

"Good place to die then." Harry smirked.

"Not yet, Potter. Not yet. "Crucio!"

Harry jumped out of the way of the curse. He aimed his wand at Voldemort…and Hermione lifted a force field around him.

"I can help you, but the final blow needs to be you, you have to let the source free." Hermione called to him.

Harry shook his head. "No help, I've got it. Just stay ready." He called back.

With the pain in his scar going completely unnoticed, Harry lunged back into battle, shouting hexes he didn't even know he know, at the man who had destroyed his childhood.

Suddenly, a spell came whizzing at him. It hit him in the chest and he was blasted backwards. Harry smashed into a tree, moaning as a few branches fell on him. He jumped up, and looked around. Coming towards him was Voldemort. Harry glared at him.

"So, Potter… Has our time finally come?"

"It has." Voldemort smirked. He raised his wand.

"I tier of you games Potter."

"Well, your in luck, no more games Tom."

"Crucio!"

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort blocked the curse.

"Come one, Potter, you can do better!" Harry raised his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra!" The two said together. Their wands collided but nothing happened.

"Think harry." Hermione called out to him. "You your parents."

Harry heard her. 'For his parents. For himself. For Sirius. For those who had died that night. For the Halliwells. Who had lost so much. For Ron, For Hermione. For those who had always stood by him. For Pansy, who had learn t to trust him.'

Harry saw a white barrier appear as he thought of His friend, his family.

The Green light hit the barrier and bounced off, Voldemort eyes held rage as he looked around Harry.

"No one can block the unforgivables!"

"It a power, you have yet to learn, Tom, its called love." Said Harry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives....

The words exploded through the air as if the wind itself were speaking, The white barrier exploded around harry flinging him into the lake. Hermione was left alone, with a cloaked figure gliding out of the darkness.

"Hermione Halliwell, the charmed one. How times have change there. How you've grown." The cloaked figure hissed. Hermione stood her ground, ready for an attack.

"You fear me, I can smell it. I disgust you. But why? I only seek what any powerful human seeks."

"To be an evil, murderous bastard? Congratulations you are." Hermione growled looking him straight in the eye.

A malicious laugh came from inside the black hood. "Why thank you, but I was referring to power, yous to be exact!" He moved so fast Hermione almost didn't see it coming. The Source pulled both hands from his robes shot at Hermione lightning.

Mione levitated a foot into the air, pulling up her force field and tried to freeze him.

The the Source laughed. "You think your powers can defeat me? The Source of all evil, you over estimate yourself. No one is as powerful as me."

to say he was killing her would be an understatement, he was using Demonic powers Hermione hadn't even come into yet. She screamed, as blast after blast hit her. Levitating into the air again she used her telekinesis to throw him, serving to no avail.

Hermione fell to the grass as the lightning hit her once more. Gasping for air, closed her eyes.

'So this is what giving up feels like.' Mione thought to herself.

"Hermione." Some one was calling to her, but she couldn't place the voice.

"Hermione, get up." a voice called out to her.

"I can't." Hermione thought back.

"Hermione you must, for the greater good."

"Screw the greater good! I cant."

"Hermione, this is your destiny, you are a Halliwell. call upon the its power, just because you cant see it doesn't mean its not there. you are not alone, Hermione."

Hermione's eyes snapped open just in time to see Paige's spirit disappear into the night.

She used her levitation to pull herself up.

The Source sneered. "You fight? with no power to match mine? suicided!" He cried.

"NO! i have power, you could only dream of possessing." Hermione glared. "Cole turner's Demonic form was said to be even more powerful than yours." Hermione smirked as The Source came to the realization she had come to while on the grass. "And I am his daughter."

Hermione attacked before he even had time to adjust to the information. blasting him with fire waves, just as Draco had done to the Death Eaters. Holding him in a force field, so nothing could get out, but anything could get in.

Piper,

Phoebe, Paige, Penelope

Patricia, Melinda...

Astrid, Helena

Laura and Grace

Halliwell Witches

Hermione felt the spirits of her ancestors behind her, but stood her ground,purposefully as she said the spell that would free her from him, forever.

Stand strong beside me

Vanquish this evil

from time and space

His screams were like nothing she had ever heard, full of evil and malice. It shook her so much she recited the spell again, just in case.

A orb of red light exploded and blasted her with so much force, she lost consciousness.

Hermione lay spread out on the muddy grass. Covered in gashes. It took an almost all of her energy to look up and around her.

Voldemorts limp body was about half a mile away from her. 'its Over.' she breathed.

"Mione?" a strangled voice called out.

Hermione looked to her right, it was too dark to see anything but Hermione could make out Harry's bright eyes just at arms length.

"Harry? Are you OK?" She asked. Oblivious to strangled her own voice was.

"I think so. Nothing broken. Can you move?" He asked quietly.

"Cant really be bothered to." She answered him giving a shaky laugh. "If you stretch your arm out, I think I could shimmer us back to the castle."

"Sounds like a nice idea."

The two teens stretched out at the same time, so Hermione could clasp on to Harry's fingers, and using whatever was left of her energy shimmered them into the Great Hall.

"Harry! Hermione!"

Ron and Pansy came rushing up to them.

And the Hall erupted into applause, and shouts of well done, and thanks.

"Merlin, are you two OK? Hermione you look like hell." Pansy told her over the noise.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well I just got back."

"Ron, Pansy, wheres Draco?"

Pansy looked away.

"Pansy, answer me! Where is he? Wheres Draco!?"

"I don't know Mia.!" Pansy told her gently."

Hermione looked at her as if the words hadn't fully reached her. She clutched Pansy's wrist as if her life depended on it.

"What? What do you mean you don't know? How could you not know? He was part of your group!" Hermione yelled at her.

"The last time I saw him was with you then, He and Blaise left together, they didn't come back. They found Draco's shirt by the lake. Hermione. No one knows."

Hermione stared blankly at her friend. She was shaking, but was completely oblivious to it. "No. No. no. no. no." Moaning she fell back heavily into Ron's arms. She was numb, completely empty, Ron had sat her down with a blanket over her shoulders. She sat there for the next half hour. Crossed legged on the floor. Breathing heavily, eyes blank, just looking at the wall ahead. Nothing seemed to get through to her. Her empathy had completely closed down, she could no longer feel anyones worry for her.

She might as well have been dead.

"Cant we do something?" Prue asked her sisters biting her lip worriedly.

"There's nothing we can do." Phoebe answered her.

"Couldn't we try scrying for them?"

"there are no crystals, everything was destroyed." Piper told them.

"We cant just leave her like that! Phoebe your her mother do something!" Prue yelled at Phoebe.

Phoebe looked at Prue furiously "What can I do Prue?! You think it doesn't kill me to see my baby like this? You think its easy for me to watch everyone sitting together, happy this fucking war is over and watch my child sit and look at a wall?! Hermione just found out the man she loves with her entire being, may be dead! And she is upset! She is heartbroken! And she as every right to sit in a goddamn corner and stay there for as long as she flaming wants to! And it kills me, and if I could fix it, I would, but I cant!" Phoebe cried.

"Oh Phoebe." Piper sighed.

"I'm sorry, Pheebs I'm sorry." Prue Hugged her.

"Ron! Hows Ginny?" Harry limped over to his friend.

"Not so good, she cant feel anything on her left side." Ron told him sadly.

"Not a normal spell, she'll be okay though, right?"

"Yeah, in time. But I still have to tell her about mum, dad, Bill and Fred." Ron sighed flexing out his healed arm.

Harry frowned. "You okay?"

Ron smiled sadly. "Snape gave me a numbing potion, I know who I've lost, just not affected by it yet."

"Ron thats-"

"I know mate. But theres Ginny, and Hermione and to much to do right now, I'll have time to think later." Ron stated.

Harry looked at his best friend with a new respect for his sacrifice. "I understand."

Just as Ron was about to respond, Harry saw the doors open. "Ron look!" He said pointing at the door.

Blaise Zabini was leaning heavily on a rather messy looking Draco Malfoy.

The two walked in together, and Draco helped Blaise sit down on a bench.

"Draco, Blaise!" Pansy was the first to reach them. "My god, what happened?" She cried pulling out her wand to heal Blaise's wounds.

"Tackled." was all Blaise could say.

"By infuri. Then some giants flung Blaise here over the forbidden forest, toke me three hours to find him, couldn't tell if he was breathing when I did." Draco smirked.

"But your shirt, by the lake?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, used it to fend of the flames, the we jumped in the lake... don't ask." Draco grunted.

"Thank god." Pansy said again.

"Where's Hermione?" Draco asked, after taking a long drink.

No one answered. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Where. Is. Her-mi-one." He said again slowly as if they where stupid.

"She- she-"

"She WHAT Pansy?"

"She thinks your dead, Draco, she's been siting in a corner for two hours. Wont talk, wont move, I don't think she even blinks." Pansy told him, half scared of his reaction.

"What?" Draco said blankly.

"I don't even think shes in there anymore." Harry mused truthfully.

"where."

Harry, Ron and Pansy pointed together. And watched on as Draco walked towards his wife.

Draco smiled sadly at Piper and Prue as he passed them. Both of which sighed with relief.

"Hermione?"

"Hermione?" Draco stood in front of her, interrupting her view of the wall. But she didn't move.

"Hermione, love. Its me."

Nothing.

"Mia, its me." he said again. "Mia, its Draco."

Any one who wasn't looking was now, as they heard Draco's name bounce off the walls.

But there was no response from Hermione. Draco frowned and leaned down to touch her face. "Mia, you in there? I'm back. Hermione. Please. Hermione, I love you." Draco said slowly kissing her.

Something inside Hermione's mind snapped, she was picking up thoughts of love from all around her. She blinked. "Draco?" Her voice was soft, broken.

Draco, sighed. "It's me, Mia, I'm here. I'm safe. Its Over." He told her, hugging her close.

Hermione looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time. "Over? Its over."

"Yea, its over."

For the first time in a long time Hermione cried.

Dumbledore's funeral was the next day.

Hermione had never felt so much pain, and loss, nor had she ever heard such silence thou out the school.

Draco didn't leave her side once, and for that she was thankful. though Draco felt a great sadness at the loss of his headmaster, his love for Hermione was a nice change, from all the pain she was feeling from everyone else.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the sight before her as she stepped down the main steps of the castle in her dress robes. Dumbledore's white marble tomb glinting in the mid morning sun.

There were hundreds there, Mione realized as she looked around. There were many more families that needed to grieve here, she thought sadly. She looked up to Piper walk up to a podium placed just in front of the grave. After placing her wand to her throat she spoke in a magically amplified voice.

"I'm afraid Professor McGonagall can not be here today to preform her speech as she is currently in St Mongos, under observation. So I will give a speech, as was her wish.

We all have reason to grieve today, we all have reason to be sad. So many lost their lives, so many fell. But although it is great, let us not dwell on our loss. Instead let us remember what it was they fought for.

Every single dear person that has been lost, from the youngest student right up to our dearly missed father, Grandfather, friend and guide, Albus Dumbledore, gave their lives because they believed in something.

In a world where all people be they wizard, witch, squib, pure-blood, half-blood, muggle-born, centaur, elf or muggle... are equal. They believed that power was not the ultimate goal but justice, peace and he good of those who believe in it.

And most of all they believed in love and they loved, their friends and classmates, their parents and siblings. And that is why we are here today, to remember what they gave us and to repay them with the only thing we can give them now, our thanks and our love.

Do not be afraid to cry for it is right to be sad for those we have lost. But remember not to let it stop you from living because that would make their sacrifice pointless. Instead we will repay their great gift by rebuilding our world into one which they would be proud of. The one they fought for, the one died for." With this Piper turned to her fathers grave and said simply. "Blessed be."

Hermione was sitting on the sofa, at the Halliwell Manor, reading over her grandfathers will. The ELder Wand had been left to her, to use if she wished, but Albus had already told her he had left it to the one person he knew would protect it with her life. It took some ajusting, with the loses of the final battle, but that was only natural.

So many things had changed, for everyone

Dumbledors' portrait was now painted, and hung in his old office next to his wife.

And he was gone. Hogwarts would be such a strange place, without Albus Dumbledore next year. Even though Hermione knew, that he was fine up on the astral plane with Penny, she still felt heartbroken at the fact that his life was taken, and she had not been there to stop it.

Severus Snape was named as the new head master when it became clear that Minerva was no longer up to the deed. However due to the destruction, Hogwarts was closed until further notice, and the students were told to leave for summer brake three weeks early.

Everyone was now staying at the Halliwell Manor, until it became clear what they would all do. though it had to be said that destiny was being more than kind to them all.

But Hermione was still having some trouble...

"So you mean, your a demon now?" Hermione said, awed.

"Yep, thats it I guess." Draco laughed.

Hermione spun in her chair to glare at her father. "You gave my boyfriend demonic powers."

"Husband." Draco corrected.

"Whatever!"

Cole shrugged. "Hermione. He married a Halliwell, he was going to need protection."

"But."

"And I wasn't about to let you fight demons on you own." Draco added-

"But."

"Relax Hermione, plus Draco as excellent control he'll teach you." Cole said happily.

"But."

"Relax Mia. No stress."

"but... Oh i give up!" Hermione grunted, shimmering out of the room, leaving a confused husband and father behind.

"Women." They said in unison.

"Whatcha reading'" Phoebe asked, walking in and kissing her daughters cheek.

"The will." Mione told her, placing it on the table.

"How are you?" Phoebe asked, sitting crossed legged on the sofa.

"Better." Hermione answer. "I think I'm just in shock, I was so scared, then I was mad, really mad and now...now its over."

"Mm, yep you defiantly have it."

"Have what?"

"Halliwell, kick ass syndrome." Phoebe laughed.

Hermione laughed at her mothers antics. "Maybe thats it."

"Hermione, you have learnt so much, and you've done so well and we are so proud... but it isn't over. Sure the bad guys are gone, but thats just for now, i speak from experience when I say, they always come back, if it isn't the Source, it'll be some demon that wants his power. and you have to be ready. do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Good, come on lets go get some of Pipers cookies!" Phoebe pulled her up.

Mione and Phoebe were sitting in the kitchen giggling as Cole shimmered in.

"I'm proud of you, you know. Not many can control that leave of power, but you did it." Cole told Hermione, Hugging her.

"I'm glad. Lets just hope I don't have to fight anything evil, anytime soon." Hermione sighed.

Draco was already in bed by the time Hermione got there.

"Hey." He said sleepily.

"Hey."

"You OK?" He asked.

"You know back when you asked me to marry you?"

"Of course. What about it?" Draco sat up.

"I remember feeling, your love for me. And thinking..."

Draco hugged her. "Go on."

"It was such an amazing feeling. So passionate and power full, and thinking I loved that feeling so much, I could never, would never want to live without it."

"Hermione..."

"When I thought I had lost you, Draco, Draco I think I died. Just a minute, but I did." Mione cried.

Draco looked at Hermione in shock.

"Mia..."

"I don't want to die again Draco."

"Hermione. I will never let anything happen to you, do you understand? I love you. " Draco told her, grabbing her shoulders. "I will always be with you, even if you cant see me. Understand?" Draco asked passionately.

"Forever?" Hermione looked up, tears in her eyes.

"Forever." Draco assured her.

Hermione sighed contently. "Good." She said, kissing him fiercely, and falling back onto the bed.