I tried to write another chapter between the last one and this one, but I realized, I had already finished this story in my head, and if I kept trying to attempt to write another chapter it would never get done! And I want to say sorry for the wait. I hope you guys are satisfied with the end, I know I am:) Thank you for those who reviewed and followed this story! I really enjoyed writing it, this is actually the first time i've ever finished a story before! So thank you and here you go, THE LAST CHAPTER!

Hermione was enjoying the sun as she walked down the street of Hogsmead, the shops were open, Hogwarts was repaired, and people were finally starting to move on from the horrible war that had happened only a year ago. She couldn't believe how long ago it seemed, yet it felt like it was only yesterday she had felt the fear that her best friends life had ended. She slowly walked up the front steps of her cottage and smiled, there was a package on the front steps.

Slowly picking it up she let herself into her house, Crookshanks was there and she automatically scratched him behind his ear before making it into her tidy living room. She sat down and frowned, there was no return address; there were no markings on it at all. She quickly grabbed her wand and did a few diagnostic tests to make sure there was no hidden curses inside, the war had made her very weary, even now she slept with her wand clutched in her hand under her pillow, and would look for multiple exits in any room she entered. After it came across safe she decided to open it.

No! She thought her mind reeling in shock, no way… he was dead, she had watched him fall to his death during the final battle, the memory causing a pang to hit her heart, that was one of many memories she was trying to forget. But the evidence that said otherwise was staring at her; a pink scarf in a brown box stared back at her almost teasingly.

She remembered him well, even if it was only one meeting it was forever engraved into her mind, his face, his eyes, his kiss, she would never forget him. She had learned not long after their meeting that the jacket was his way of knowing where she was, anytime she wore it he would be there a shadow outside the protective wards. A week after meeting him, he had taken her to Malfoy Manor, it had been a horrific experience but after they were free he always made a point to stand outside the protective barrier of their camp. It was a constant comfort to know he was there, they never spoke but stood in silence, she had a feeling that even though she was in a protective bubble, he had been able to see her, his eyes never left her no matter where she went.

She glanced down at the scar that marred her arm; it was a constant reminder that the war hadn't just been a very bad dream. She felt ashamed at first anytime she saw that word permanently carved into her skin, but after some time she had become proud to wear it, yes she was a muggleborn, or as her arm stated a mudblood, but she was the smartest witch of her age and she was a walking contradiction to what the purebloods believed.

Hermione pulled the scarf out of the box and held it up to her face, it smelled like bon fire and woods; she smiled slightly and draped it around her neck. Glancing down her eyebrows shot up as she saw tons of newspaper articles piled under it. She pulled them out and glanced through them and her eyebrows shut up, they were in order from oldest to latest and it started at her first year in Hogwarts.

The first one she came across was from her first year, she was standing between two eleven year old boys as they smiled at the camera, "Troll in the Bathroom!" the article read, she smiled, it was obviously trying to play off of what Professor Quirrell said right before his collapse in the Great Hall. She looked at the next one and saw it was from second year, it was a list of kids who had been petrified and a small photo of each of them. The third article was during her fourth year, it was the one of her and Harry right before he went out to fight his dragon. She glanced through the next few quickly, most were of her on the most wanted list, and rewards for if they could give the ministry any clues about where she was. There were a few articles about the war and interviews with the Heroine of the golden trio. After that the articles became more upbeat and more scientific.

An article about her help with rebuilding Hogwarts, there was one that she had written about her studies on Horcrux's and the effects they have on people, explaining how it effect Ron and Harry more on an emotional level but it affected her more like alcohol would, lowering her natural common sense and making her more apt to take an unnecessary risk. She laughed out loud at the fact that the part where she had talked about her taking unnecessary risks was circled and had a small question mark next to it, obviously questioning if she was referring to him, she nodded as if to answer his question even though he wasn't there. Then came the most recent article, the announcement of her and Ron's engagement, she glanced at the simple ring she wore and felt her heart swell with love at just the thought of her red headed fiancé. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, he really kept tabs on her.

Standing up she brought the scarf to her room and frozen in shock, a note was stuck to her mirror, and she had a pretty good idea who it was from. She set the scarf on her bed and walked over and grabbed the note.

Princess,

I guess I didn't really fall to my death, surprise! Oh and try not to be to freaked out I had to get my jacket somehow eh? I'm going north and need it to stay warm, if you were curious. I got rid of that horrendous coffee stain on your scarf, do try and take better care of it and yourself. Don't worry your pretty head to much beautiful; I'll always be around keeping an eye on you. Congrats on your engagement to Weasley.

John

P.S. I took a pair of your knickers, cheers!

Hermione chuckled and looked at a photo of her and Ron as she grabbed the temporarily forgotten scarf. Scabior would always be the handsome man who was obsessed with her, but Ron, he was the handsome man who loved her.