A/N: Hey, this chapter is for a special girl who is in the army right now, I hope you like it :)

Ok so I tried something different as I thought let's give you a new angle of the story, tell me if it worked I found this really hard.

So another chapter, short but nice and for once I didn't make you wait too long ;)

Her little ceremony came till an end as she heard the last guest arrive, Luna, nowadays her closest friend.

She had restored her walls. And as quiet as the night she stood up, walked over to the candle, blowing it out while making one last wish.

"Please return her"

She was almost there battling through the last few standing men. Hermione barely remembered how she got her hands on a wand, her own wand!

In the back of her mind she realized it was too coincidental, but all she could think of now was how to get out of this hell hole.

Everywhere she looked were her captors trying to cut her down, to stop her from escaping. Some even going as far to try and physically stop her which was unheard off in the magic world.

As she cursed the last few men standing she didn't even feel remorse as they fell down on the hard ground, bleeding out slowly. The wooden floors colour slowly changing into a deep red colour.

They wouldn't die, but there was enough to leave scars.

For a moment she contemplated to harm them further.

Yet, that thought scared her far more than she would have thought, as she would then be no better than them. Though, she was glad Bellatrix wasn't there.

"Come to think of it, where is Bella?"

It didn't matter, she wouldn't have been able to fight her not after…

She hadn't realised that she just stood there for the last five minutes, lost in her thoughts. Worse yet she hadn't notice someone sneaking up behind her.

A crack from the wooden floor warned her of the unwanted visitor. She quickly spun around but it was too late.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Hermione closed her eyes, thinking this was the end but nothing happened. When she opened her eyes she saw a man laying lifeless in front of her, his knife held stiffly in his hand. She recognized him instantly, he was one of her worst tormentors. Greyback!

"Go now!"

Hermione knew who the commanding voice belonged to yet she didn't have time to do anything else.

Sometimes your worst enemies were your best friends. That was that, nothing more nothing less.

Her head started to feel light some old wounds had opened up again due to the stress she had placed on her body. Not having had a proper meal in, well she didn't quite remember.

"Go foolish child! " Though the voice sounded harsh it had a caring undertone beneath it.

"Thanks for… for everything."

And with that Hermione apparated with her last strength.

Hermione She was finally free! Here she stood in the middle of Hogsmeade finally free, no longer having to worry about…

After all these horrible long years! Free! She could not wait to see her loved ones again

Hermione slowly opened and closed her eyes, she blinked again and again until she was absolutely sure.

Fresh air was sucked greedily into her lungs while the sun gently warmed her face. Her mind producing only one single coherent thought "Freedom", then a soft noise escaped her lips. A quiet chuckle which was slowly getting louder and louder until a clear high-pitched laugh could be heard.

A/N: Tell me what you thought ;)