Remus watched with a mixture of fury and fasination as Hermione wound her hand around Voldemorts face and leaned in close to him. From beside him he could hear Ron shudder and he repressed his own urge to do just that.

"What is she doing now?" Harry whispered harshly. Hermione was now rubbing herself up and down the maniacs leg and he seemed to be responding to her. In fact Remus thought he was responding a little too well. Moony was fighting to get out and he was having a hard time keeping him contained. Sirius noticed his friends hands clenching and he quickly looked to Arthur and Moody. Both men followed Sirius' line of sight and saw the werewolf trying to claw his way out of Remus. Ron looked to see what his father was looking at and nudged Harry. The boys stared for a moment, watching their old professor's eyes turn amber. All the men were so transfixed on Remus, they didn't notice Hermione standing in front of them.

Hermione watched Remus and knew her plan was going to work. She cleared her throat and everyone jumped and turned towards her.

"I am feeling adventureous tonight. The last few things that I've seen have bored me. I want some action." She looked over her shoulder to Voldemort while she said this and he visibly grew hard at her words, much to the horror of everyone in seeing distance.

"What is it you would like my dear? Name it, it shall be yours." Hermione pretended to shudder in ecstacy, but the face she made to her friends was of revulsion. She stood for a moment, pretending to ponder what she wanted. Harry wanted to grab her and shake her. What was she doing? He finally lost the battle and reached for her robes. Hermione yelled out,

"Don't touch me!" Harry was momentarily startled from his best friends tone of voice. She sounded cold and harsh and replused that he would breathe the same air as her. She quickly whispered uner her breath,

"At least not until I disinfect myself thoroughly." She gave a saucy grin and stepped back. By this time Voldemort was making his way over and shouted for everyone to hear,

"So Potter, you have finally come out to see me? How do you like my little surprise? Yes your friend here has been ever so helpful to me. You see, she will be my queen one day." At this Hermione raised her eyebrows and made a slight gagging motion. Voldemort finally stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"My dear, I see you've found some friends to play with! Why don't you bring them out and share them with everyone!" his laughter was like nails scraping across the blackboard. Before they could blink, the small group were surrounded by Death Eaters.

Voldemort raised his hand and announced, "Since my future bride has found them, she will decide what to do with them. It shall be my wedding gift to her. I only ask that you save Potter for me, as your gift to me?" He looked like the cat with the canary.

Hermione smiled and answered, "Of course and thank you for your most wonderful gift. I think a little fun is in order. I want to watch a competition."

"What sort of competition?"

"One of your faithful followers against one of them." The word them came out as an insult. "In fact, I want it to be your most faithful follower!" Hermione tried to draw out the decision. She wanted to give him enough time to get back. If she had calculated everything right, he would be the one Voldemort chose. He had left just after her hood came down and she hadn't seen him come back yet. How hard could it be to find one very well built red haired man?

"That would be Severus! Severus, if you please?" Severus stepped out of the crowd and Hermione let out the tiny breath she had been holding. He knew it wasn't if he pleased, it was if Voldemort pleased, regardless of what Severus wanted. That was the one thing about Voldemort that no one questioned, he demanded absolute obedience from all of his followers and everyone was there on his whim.

"My Lord."

"Severus, my dear heart wishes you to show us your skill on the battle field." Hermione bit back a laugh when he called her his heart. If she could find a heart in his slimy sadistic chest then she was the richest pureblood witch in the world.

"Of course. Which of these scum do I have the pleasure of besting?"

Hermione looked at each one of her friends. She went to each of their faces and held their chins in her hand while she stared into their eyes. When she reached Sirius she stared into his eyes.

Sirius heard a voice in his head, 'Sirius if you can hear me, blink!'

'Hermione?'

'Yes, now I am going to choose you. Please cast an Impedimenta directly followed by an Expelliarmus. Then vanish him to the hospital wing. Blink if you agree.' Sirius blinked at her. 'Now grab me and hold me hostage, then let me go and begin your fight with Severus and please remember he is my brother.' Hermione looked away from Sirius. In all it had only taken a few seconds to convey all of this. She said aloud, "I choose him. After all he and Severus do have quite a history together and I do think it is not at all good for you to keep all that anger bottled inside for so long."

"Very good choice, now please come over here." Before Hermione could take a step, Sirius grabbed her and held his wand to her throat. Voldemort looked livid and held the rest of the Death Eaters back. He didn't want her getting hit with a stray curse.

"Why don't you fight me Black, or are you too scared?"

"How do I know you will be honourable?"

"If I give you my word, will that do?"

"Your word doesn't really hold a lot of weight nowadays."

"Then I will give my word as a wizard and on the life of our 'sister'!" Severus stressed the word sister.

Hermione had managed to reach behind her and made it look like she was being held that way. "Please listen to him, he will honour his word." Hermione pointedly told Sirius. While doing this she was shoving her wand into his pants and wiggling around to distract from what she was doing. She kept a look of terror on her face and soon her task was complete.

"Let me go!" She yelled out and stomped on his foot. She was let go and she ran to Voldemort, shaking. He comforted her and nodded for Severus to begin.

"Kill him, Severus." The two men circled one another and Sirius shouted the first of his spells and went to follow it with an Expelliarmus, but Severus caught him mid chant and his own wand flew to Severus. Without missing a beat Sirius took Hermione's wand out of his pants and finished his spells. Severus diasppeared before everyone's eyes. Hermoine played the victim to perfection.

"MY WAND!" She screamed. "That bastard took my wand! Severus, where is Severus?" Everyone looked around in confusion. Hermione ran full tilt into Sirius and knocked him over onto the ground. She was pounding her fists into his chest and yelling at him. She leaned down to make as if to pull his hair and whispered.

"Sirius, kill anyone who comes after you, don't hesitiate. Now flip me over and then run, please, run!" Sirius did exactly that.

Hermione stood up and shouted, "I want Peter to go and hunt him down!"

Peter was shaking and he layed on the ground in front of Voldemort. "My Lord, I am a faithful servant, but I am not much of an athlete, I would never be able to catch the blood traitor. Someone else may be better equipped to do this task." He stuttered.

"Are you refusing your future queens commands?"

"No My Lord, I just don't want to fail you."

"Then I suggest, Wormtail, that you get running and that the traitor does not come out of that forest alive, or it will be the last task you perform for us."

Peter looked truly frightened and took off for the forest, following the direction Sirius ran.

Remus was concerned for his friend now and was wondering exactly what Hermione was doing. He looked over to Arthur and Moody once more and saw they both seemed to be calm about what was happening, so he held himself in check once more.

Hermione once again was by Voldemort's side. The final part of her plan was starting. She whispered something to Voldemort and he looked at her surprised for a moment, then a feral grin spread across his face. In the dim moonlight it looked truly horrific. Hermione slowly glided over towards the small group and stood in front of Remus. She looked into his eyes and with a pleading look, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers.

He felt her soft lips touch his and then her sweet voice filled his head. 'Please forgive me, I love you with all my heart. I mean nothing of what I am about to say.' Remus opened his eyes and looked at her confused for a moment, but she was sucking on his bottom lip and he was lost in the kiss once again. 'I just cannot be with you anymore. I have found someone, someone who meets my needs better than you ever will!' Moony inside of him howled at the issued challenge and broke free of Remus. If one thing was certain with lycanthropes, it was never to issue a challenge to them and especially one concerning their mate or their sexual prowess. Moony howled and the sudden change shocked everyone, including Hermione. She immediately transformed and ran into the forest, with Moony right behind her.

Voldemort was livid and at the same time concerned for his queen. He spun around to Harry and pointed his wand.

"It is time Potter, I want to be rid of you, so I may begin my reign."

Harry walked out into the opening and held his wand in the dueling position.

"Whenever you're ready, Tom." Harry smirked at Voldemorts reaction to him using his first name.

"You will never call me that filthy name again!"

"It is your name isn't it? At least that's what Hermione always called you when she spoke to us about you." Harry let the statement hang in the air. From behind him came the very aroused howls of a male werewolf. Everyone who heard it knew that a male had caught the scent of a ripe female and was now pursuing. Voldemort looked torn between battling Harry and running after Hermione. After all who knew what would happen to her if the wolf caught her.

Their attention back on one another, they continued to trade insults and fire first year hexes. It was if they were goading each other on. The howls from the forest continued and a few times a female howl could be heard. It was quickly overpowered by a stronger male howl which was immediately followed by a yelp. Harry could tell that Voldemort knew what that yelp meant. The female had been caught and was being pinned down by the male. Low growling and snarling and snapping jaws confirmed the two wolves were now rutting. Voldemort looked slightly disturbed and Harry took advantage of this.

"What's the matter, Tommy? Afraid your queen will find the filthy beast a better lover than you?" Voldemort sent a severing hex Harry's way, but he easily dodged it. Harry sent Voldemort a stinging hex and it hit his lower right leg. The hexes slowly became curses and then unforgivable curses. After a short bout with the Cruciatus, Harry was on his feet again and wondered why Voldemort hadn't finished him off in his moment of weakness. He could hear everyone around fighting and it seemed the side of the Light had swelled in numbers. It seems Snape was successful in retrieving Charlie Weasley and in turn he had managed to bring the dragons and all of their tamers to the side of the Light. Shadows flew over head punctuated by blasts of fire and sickening screams. Harry saw Voldemort engaged in battle with someone wearing dark velvet robes and a silver skull mask. For a moment he was stunned and wondered who this rogue Death Eater was. A green light flew out of Voldemort's wand and hit the traitor straight in the chest. The black robes crumpled to the ground and the body lay motionless. Both men now turned their attention to one another once again.

"It seems I had a traitor in my midst, but I have taken care of that little problem. Now it seems I have another problem to finally be rid of."

From Harry's left two figures emerged from the forest, one being carried by the other. The smaller frame had their arms wrapped around the larger one in a clearly affectionate embrace.

"Harry, kill the bastard for me, Remus and our kids. I love you, Harry." Hermione's voice rang out loud and clear and a few people stopped to listen at what was happening.

To say Voldemort looked shocked was an understatement.

"What have they done to you, you are to be my queen!"

"I wouldn't be your queen if you gave me everything in the world. I have always been in love with Remus and I have a child with him already and another on the way. We are married and I love him with all my heart." Hermione turned in Remus' arms and kissed him fully on the mouth before going to his neck.

"Careful love, Moony isn't that far from the surface and he would love nothing more than to go for another run."

"A run!? Is that what we're calling it nowadays?" Hermione's laughter bubbled up and was quickly joined by Remus' and few others. Harry took full advantage of Voldemort's shock and dismay and fired off the killing curse towards him. Once Hermione was on her feet, she joined Harry, then Remus and soon people were stopping and joining in. A large tunnel of green light surrounded Voldemort and he was lifted into the air and started to spin. His body slowly started to vaporize. A thin whisp of smoke was left floating. Moody quickly opened a box and muttered something. The whisp flew into the box and Moody sealed it with every spell he knew.

Everyone stood there for a moment, until a shout further back was heard. All of the Death Eaters left alive were now on the ground howling and writhing. It seemed their Dark Marks were slowly killing them. One by one the voices became silent and the grounds were silent and still. It was an almost eery feeling after the battle that had just ensued.

Leave it to the Weasley twins to start the party in true prankster fashion. Fireworks rose above the grounds and lit up the night sky. The cheer from the crowd was deafening. People were starting to rush to Harry and Moody quickly motioned for his aurors to keep the crowd back. Ron could be seen in the throng of people and Harry called out to him. He looked into the crowd once more and found a few others that he knew. Once the small group was beside Harry he remembered the fallen Death Eater that had saved his life. He bent over and kneeled down beside the dark figure.

"Oi, Harry what are you doing beside one of those snakes?" Ron was in his usual thick headed top form.

Harry looked up at Ron and said, "He saved my life, I owe him." Harry quickly thought of something else. This man would be branded a Death Eater and be shamed forever unless Harry did something. He owed this man a life debt and even though the man was no longer alive, Harry was going to fulfill it. "He was working for me."

This statement stunned everyone. "He was a spy in Voldemort's camp."

"Well, who is he?"

Harry panicked for a moment and then reached over and drew back the black hood and a head of red hair met everyones eyes. The victims last name became apparent at the sight of his hair, but which one was he? Harry lifted the mask and everyone looked into the lifeless eyes of Percy Weasley. The members of the Weasley family gasped. Arthur was glad Molly and Ginny weren't here at the moment.

"He risked everything for the cause, including disowing his family because he knew that one day what he did would be for the better good of everyone. He reported to me. His sole pupose was to find out as much as he could on the horcruxes and get the information back to me. If it wasn't for him I would have only found one and destroyed it. He found the rest and got me the information on where they were and how to destroy them. He is the real hero today. He turned his back, temporarily, on everything he valued and held dear, to help defeat Voldemort. I at least had the support of everyone. What he did earned him hatred from everyone, but without him, we wouldn't have been victorious. He battled Voldemort while I was recovering from the Cruciatus. He died saving me." Harry ended his little speech and looked up. Not a dry eye could be seen. Harry went to his head and lifted it gently. He looked to Ron and then to Percy's feet. Ron went to his brothers feet and started to lift. Bill, Fred, George and Charlie linked arms under his body and supported it. The 6 men slowly made their way through the parted crowd, with Arthur leading them. Each witch or wizard wearing a hat removed it as they passed. People were scurrying ahead to hold open doors and shuffle wayward gawkers out of the way. It was quite a sight to see the Weasley men carrying someone in dark robes and Harry Potter cradling the man's head, as if he were the Savior of the Wizarding World, instead of Harry. They reached the infirmary and the doors were once again opened for them. There were many people running around, trying to tend to the wounded. Ginny saw Harry and she made her way to him. She saw all of her brothers and then looked down at the figure they were carrying. She took in a shuttering breath and layed her forehead against Percy's cold one.

"He is at peace now." She whispered. Each of her brothers nodded their heads and saw their little sister in a whole new light. She may have been the youngest, but she was by far the most mature. Maybe it was the fact that she was raised in a house full of boys and being the only girl she was often stuck with the adults, her brothers coming to her for womanly advice even from a very young age, or the fact that from her first year on at Hogwarts, she was forced to grow up and rather quickly or maybe it was the fact that she was the girlfriend, soon to be wife of the boy who lived and had to mature to deal with all the fame that went with being with Harry. It could have also been the fact that that was Ginny, plain and simple. No outward influence. Whatever it was, each Weasley boy knew they had a lot of living to do to catch up to their little sister.

Molly caught sight of her husband and then her children. She rushed over and saw them holding Percy. She instructed them to lay him on the nearest bed and Arthur whispered into her ear for a few minutes. Molly's eyes watered and soon the tears were flowing. Her shoulders shook as she held onto Arthur. She let go and sat down beside her son.

"My Percy, why did you have to be so brave? Your father and I always wondered why you never made it into Ravenclaw, you were always the smartest. Now I can see that Gryffindor was the only house for you. You will not be forgotten. As long as there is a Weasley alive, your name and your story will be remembered." Molly held onto her sons hand, rubbing it gently. Sirius joined them and smiled at Harry.

"The traitor's dead," was all Sirius said. Harry nodded his head in understanding and smiled to his godfather gratefully.

Night passed into morning and soon little celebrations started. Hermione had joined the Weasley's partway through the night after checking on Lucius, Severus and Draco. The three had all made it into the infirmary, right after they had been taken out of the battle. To say they were furious would be calling a starving lion the cutest pet to take home and cuddle. Hermione needed them out of the battle. She had learned that the Dark Marks were intertwined with Voldemort's life. She and Poppy had spent weeks working on a way to remove it. They had completed the task a week and a half before the final battle. Once the men appeared in the infirmary, Poppy bound them and proceeded to pour potion after potion down their throats and then start waving her wand furiously over them. No one recognized what she was saying or the wand movements. Severus couldn't even tell them what the potions were. This concerned all the men. Did she realise they were on the Light side? They tried telling her this and she continued with her chanting. Finally she stopped and Lucius once again told her they were on her side, in a rather rude manner of course. Severus and Draco couldn't hold back their laughter as the mediwitch rapped the wealthy, aristocratic adult male wizard on the head, several times, hard, with her wand, as if he were still in short robes.

"I know what side you are on, you imbecile! Now shut up and give me your arm." Lucius was so shocked at being spoken to that way, he gave his arm to the mediwitch without so much as a sneer. She placed her wand on his arm and he began to sweat. A dark line was being pulled from his arm, by her wand. It looked like a penseive strand, but this one was black. She floated it to a small cage and put the tip of her wand onto a small white lab rat. It shrieked and a minature dark mark appeared on the side of it's body.

She returned to Lucius and checked his arm. Lucius was so fascinated at what had just happened he didn't hear the mediwitch telling him to look at his arm. When he was hit in the head one more time, he looked at his attacker sharply.

"Will you stop that, you crazy bint! I am going to have a concussion, if you keep that up."

"You need to posses a brain in order to receive a concussion. Alas I am afraid you will never have to suffer the effects of a concussion." Once again Lucius was stunned into silence. Draco was shaking so bad, Poppy thought he may have been having a seizure. She was almost to his bed when she heard little snickers coming from him. She saw the mirth on his face and shook her head and turned around. Severus was also shaking, but he wasn't hiding his laughter.

Lucius pouted and folded his arms. "Shut it," was the only response from him.

The mediwitch finished the other two and gave them a nod of completion. All three men now looked at their perfectly smooth, mark free arms. The Dark Mark had been removed, but Poppy still did not allow them out of bed. A while later a shriek came from the three little rats in the cage and they all fell over dead. All the men looked at one another and nothing was said; nothing needed to be.

They sat there until their beds were needed. It was too late to go and help; from the look of the crowd that was entering the infirmary, the battle was over. Potter and the Weasley's entered carrying a body and Draco could see it was one of the Weasley males, but he wasn't sure which one. He craned his neck. It looked like the one who was head boy a few years back, Pauly? Patti? Some name that started with a P and ended with an E sound was all he could think of. Then he heard the mother of the horde of red heads. Percy, that was his name! He looked over to his father and was never more grateful that he had been named Draco. What a gastly feminine name was Percy. It sounded like something a rich old bat would name her poofy yappy dog. His father and Uncle came up to him and nodded their heads in greeting. A strawberry blonde harpy came flying towards him and he barely caught the action out of the corner of his eye. Next thing he was lying on the floor straddled by a witch. He saw his father and uncle each raise an eyebrow at him and then he felt the stinging slap on his face. He looked murderous towards his attacker. Sitting on his lap and breathing deep, her more than ample chest rising and falling was Susan Bones. She was yelling and screaming something at him, but he couldn't understand her. He was too busy watching her chest and feeling her hot thighs across his stomach. He so wanted to flip her over and plow into her warm body. Another slap brought him out of his daydream. He grabbed her wrists and rolled them over lightening fast. He had her pinned to the floor and if she kept wiggling the way she was, he wouldn't be responsible for his next actions. He was already rock hard and he knew the moment she felt it, because she stopped moving all together and stared at him wide eyed.

"Now, what is it that gave you an overwhelming urge to attack me?"

"You imbred, foul, egotistical moronic lump, why didn't you tell me what was happening with you. We are supposed to share everything! Let go of me now or so help me Draco Lucius Malfoy, you will be sorry!" She glared at him. Everyone who heard the yelling was now watching with rapt attention at the two on the floor. Draco jumped off of her and quickly shoved his hands in his pocket. Susan glared at him once more and then cleared her throat. He bent down lightening fast and helped her up. Whoever said quidditch was worthless had never been with a quidditch player. Draco turned to find his uncle and father biting the inside of their cheeks and trying to look dignified while red faced.

"Draco, lets go. We have a lot to discuss." Draco didn't hesitate for one second and was following the witch out the doors.

The room erupted in laughter. Around the room could be heard;

"I never thought I'd see the day Draco Malfoy got fitted with a leash!"

"Did you see the look on her face? He's not going to make it!"

I wish I had a camera."

Two men remained silent for another minute then one commented to the other.

"I guess I should go to Gringott's and pull out the family diamonds."

"It looks that way."

"She is from a well respected pureblood family."

"Yes, she is."

"She is rather beautiful looking, a bonus for a Malfoy heir."

"True, true."

"She knows how to take command and control a situation."

"That she does."

"Draco needs a firm hand once in a while to help mold him."

"That he does."

"That poor boy is sooo witchwhipped isn't he? It almost makes me feel sorry for him, almost."

"That he most definitely is and I personally think this whole situation will be good for the boy."

"Yes but you aren't the one with his heir being led around by a ring in his nose."

"No, but he is my godson."

"True, true."

Both men remained silent after that.

Hermione saw the many people clearing out of the infirmary and noticed that it was mostly Order members, the injured and Severus and Lucius. She squeezed Remus' hand and nodded her head towards the two men, indicating she was going over to them, and that is exactly what she did.

Lucius barely had time to catch the flying witch that had seen fit to launch herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and let out a shuddered breath. Severus was attacked next.

"We did it, we really did it!" She was almost jumping out of her skin.

Both men smiled at her and couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of wanting to join her jumping celebration. Both quickly shook that feeling off and offered her the simple words of, "We certainly did."

A loud excited squealing came from a wiggling form in Minerva McGonagall's arms. Hermione turned to see Remus take a wriggling Calliope from Minerva. She smiled at them and watched as they both walked towards her.

Severus asked her, "What are you planning on doing now that the threat of Voldemort is over?"

Hermione felt Remus wrap his arms around her waist and she snuggled into him. He placed Calli in her arms and wrapped his remaining arm around her waist also, cradling the place that held their sons. She looked at everyone around the room, then her daughter, to her stomach and finally at Remus. She stared into his eyes while she answered.

"I plan on living."