Hey guys! Long time, no see.

Please don't kill me.

I had writers block and meetings with therapists and home schooling. It's been a nightmare. I hope you like the ending. I just wanted to figure out a way to wrap up this story ASAP because I really want to start a new one but I didn't want to leave this one unfinished. So, it's not the best ending, but it's better than no ending...

Hermione's POV

Many Years Later...

Madame Pomfery had explained that the Minister was scared of in Manu Potenti's joining forces with Voldemort, making the dark side unstoppable, even to the Ministry. So he had been taking away their powers by amputating their wand arms.

As it turned out, his plan wasn't all crazy and no sense. He had successfully maimed 47 followers of voldemort that had infiltrated the Ministry. This helped win the wizarding war and save millions of lives.

"Are you OK, hon, you look sad"

I looked up at my husband's face. He was stood in the doorway of our living room. Who would've thought, Ron Weasley to be the man I was to marry.

"I'm ok, I've got some hellish heartburn though. But your mum says that that comes with being pregnant." I leaned back further on the sofa, allowing my bulbous abdomen more room.

"I'll get you a potion."

"Thanks, Ron."

I looked at my right hand. It was fake, of course, but almost real. New technology had allowed amputees to have linked nerves with there prosthetics, so whether it was a foot or a hand, the amputee could feel and move it just like normal. Being modelled to exactly what my hand looked like, it was perfect!

Unfortunately, I couldn't channel magic through a fake hand so I had to learn to cast with my left. Ron helped, dueling with me in the room of requirement. It was tricky at first but I was a fast learner.

"Here you go!" Ron cheerfully bounced into the room holding a mug full of something steaming.

"Thanks." I took the cup and drank from it as fast as I could without spilling it. The substance seemed to douse the heartburn to an extent but I could still feel a dull ache in my chest.

"How was auror training?" I asked Ron as he took a seat next to me on the sofa.

"Oh, it was ok." His face fell. "Boggarts today, I don't really want to talk about it. Let's just say that now the whole auror department knows about my fear of spiders."

I held back an involuntary giggle.

"What about you, and our baby, how was your day?" Ron asked

"Oh good, I vomited in the morning, and at midday. I especially enjoyed the bit when they..." I gestured to my abdomen " decided to do a star jump while I was on the muggle phone to my mum resulting in me going Huuuumpth down the receiver. So, all in all, a lovely day!" I finished sarcastically.

Ron laughed sympathetically. "Well," he started "I shall start making dinner for my beautiful wife who despite all her hardship, can still smile at the end of the day, and what a beautiful smile it is."

I felt myself blush. After all those years I still got embarrassed when he complimented me. He gave my forehead a tender kiss and left toward the kitchen.

Looking back at my right hand, I returned to my thoughts on In Manu Potentis. Eventually, I fell asleep.

"Dinner's ready, Hon." Ron shouted from a smokey looking kitchen.

"Be there in a minute!" I shouted back.

I sighed, standing up from the warm sofa. 'I wonder' I thought to myself, ' I wonder if I can still...'

I pointed my left arm at the bookcase across from me, focusing by energy on Hogwarts: A History. I attempted to channel all my magic.

The Book flew from the shelf.

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C'est fini, it's done and dusted. I may add a bonus chapter or an alternative ending that isn't so mushy but hey, I don't think I've done too badly for a first fic. I hope you enjoyed every chapter. Review as much as you want. If you're going to leave hate, leave it in the form of constructive criticism, thanks.

Thank you for reading. Stay Awesome people...

K xxx