A/N: Hi, I'm back! I told you I would be!

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Hermione stared at her reflection. "What have I done? How could I do this to Misto, the only person I have ever loved? How will I live?" she asked the person looking back at her.

"You're special, Miss Granger," said two calming, yet mysterious voices.

Coricopat stepped into her room. "I'm sorry for intruding like this, but you must hurry. The plan has been explained to every soul fighting with us, and we need to attack soon."

Hermione's eyes widened. Tantomile saw this and chuckled. Hermione glared at her. "What's so funny?" she demanded.

"It's just that you, of all people should know that you are the one who will live. You're going to be known as the Girl who Lived, you know."

Hermione was confused. "What do you mean? That's Harry's title, isn't he the one who has to fight Voldemort?"

Coricopat swatted at his sister. You weren't supposed to tell her that, we don't even know if it's true or just a dream yet! he said in his mind, making sure Tantomile could hear him.

She needs hope, Cori. Look at her, she's trembling in fear! You can't deny her at least a little hope! Tantomile fought.

Even if it's false hope? Coricopat argued.

Hermione watched them fighting inside their minds, her brows furrowed. What the hell were they doing?

Tantomile finally realized this and grabbed Hermione's arm. "Don't worry about Misto, don't worry about the tribe, and most importantly, don't worry about yourself. Set your mind on finding Macademort and-"

"Wait, what's Macademort?" Hermione interrupted.

"It's too long saying Macavity and Voldemort, so we mixed their names together to make it shorter," Coricopat explained conversationally.

"Oh, that's really cool. It's useful to do that I guess and…" Hermione babbled on with Coricopat agreeing with her and adding in his input.

After a good two minutes, Tantomile rolled her eyes. "Okay, now that we've established that, let's get going. We have five minutes till speech time."

So they dragged her to the amphitheater, Hermione insisting the whole way that she simply was not ready to fight, and that she had a stomachache.

The twins rolled their eyes at that one. Seriously, a stomachache? That had to be the worst excuse ever.

The padded over to the crowd of Jellicles, who were nervously twitching. Everyone's thoughts were frantic:

Jennyanydots: What if one of the kits get hurt?

Tumblebrutus: Time to kick some Macavity ass!

Tugger: What if my mane gets singed? *mental sigh*

Harry: I hope Ron doesn't notice that I might be having a heart attack.

Ron: I think Harry's having a heart attack.

Their thoughts were shushed when Dumbledore went front and center.

"Jellicles, wizards, I am here to say that, we are not alone. A few wizards from the Order of the Phoenix, a group fighting against Voldemort, are here to help us. There are about 20-30 wizards in all, but I still need you to fight also. Remember all that the students taught you. Remain clever, calm, and thoughtful throughout the whole fight. If you are injured, our medical cats, Jennyanydots and Jellylorum will know and find you. Don't ask how.

"Just remember that this fight isn't over until Voldemort and Macavity is dead. Do not surrender to their side, don't let them take you prisoner. If you see someone about to lose their life, prevent it. I won't promise you that no lives will be lost, but I will try my best to assure you

"Now. It's time. Be sneaky and remember all of the plan. This, my Jellicles, will be the end."

The horrific realization finally sunk in. Someone was going to die.

I would just like to thank all those who reviewed. Thanks for the nice words, and I'm sorry I couldn't reply. Fanfiction wouldn't let me message any one back, but I think it's working again.

Please, feel free to read review. The first 5 people to review and tell me their name and what they think of the story (please actually tell me about the story first!) get to have a character with their name from the Order of the Phoenix! (Do you see my sneaky plan?) PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! -Oliv