CHOICES

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's note: For those who might not like me after this chapter, just remember that this fanfic is not a Golden Trio fanfic. It is a Snape/Granger love fic. Therefore, if any of you flame me, just know that it is your fault if you have mistakenly read it as golden trio. Because there are only a few times in this story where they are all together. Also, thanks to my other reviewers. And I am sorry to disappoint a few of you.

Chapter 13

New beginnings and happy endings, almost!

Breaking into a run, they stunned and killed almost a dozen deatheaters to get to Ron. Ginny dropped to her knees and cradled his head in her arms, rocking back and forth saying, "No, no, no. Not Ron. Please, no."

Hermione knelt down in front of Ginny with tears streaming down her face. "He's gone. We have to get moving or we'll be next. Come on, Ginny. Please."

Ginny nodded and she gently put Ron's head back on the ground. She held her hand out for Hermione to pull her up. "Thanks, 'Mione. I wonder what is going to happen to the rest of us," she said.

"I don't know, Gin. But I do know that I am sick and tired of being in this war for so long. Let's go kick some ass and let whoever wins win, but at least we'll know that we did a damn good job on our part," said Hermione.

"Deal," said Ginny and they both went different ways to kill as many deatheaters as they could.

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Hermione had just killed another deatheater when she saw Hagrid. She ran over to him, dodging curses and hexes, and looked around.

"Where is Harry?" she asked.

"I don't know, 'Ermione. 'E was right here."

"Okay, Hagrid. I'll go look for him," said Hermione.

"All right, but be careful, 'Ermione."

"Okay, you too, Hagrid."

Hermione had walked about five dozen paces when she heard Harry talking—but he wasn't alone. She stopped a few feet away from him to listen.

"Voldemort, you knew that it would come to this. I don't even know why you persisted at trying to regain your power," said Harry.

"You know, Potter, you are extremely annoying," replied Voldemort, with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "Very much like your parents were."

"Yes, well. Everyone has a pain in the ass, and I am yours, while you are unfortunately….NOT mine," said Harry.

"Why you little brat," said Voldemort starting to advance on him. Hermione's eyes grew very big at this point.

"Oh, and, Tom, you don't scare me you know."

As soon as Harry said this Voldemort raised his wand and said something. A purple flame rushed out of his wand and shot straight for Harry.

"NOOO!" yelled Hermione. Then she did something very stupid and very brave, she jumped in front of Harry.

"Hermione, noooo!" yelled Harry. But it was to late. Harry saw all of this in slow motion. Hermione in front of him…Hermione getting hit...and then….Hermione on the ground.

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"You sick, evil bastard," said Harry, who was clenching his fists.

"Ah," said Voldemort, "it looks like your filthy mudblood friend has died trying to save you. That reminds me of someone. Who was it?" Here he paused, tapping his head, then he smiled and said, "Ah, yes. I remember now. YOUR MOTHER."

Harry had had enough. He raised his wand and said, "I am so tired of you killing all of my friends." Then he pointed his wand at his scar and said, "AVADA KEDAVRA."

He felt this tremendous pain in his head. Voldemort was screaming in agony as Harry's vision clouded and then cleared after a few moments. He crawled to where Hermione laid.

"Hermione, why?" he asked, as he started crying. Harry laid his head on her shoulder, and realized something—she was not dead.

But as he was laying there Lucius Malfoy snuck up behind him and whispered, "Goodbye, Harry Potter," as he sent the killing curse Harry's way.

People were running and shouting curses in every direction. So with his realizations that he had finally killed Voldemort and that Hermione wasn't dead, Harry never even knew what hit him…as he fell to the ground.

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Lucius Malfoy was just congratulating himself on his good job at killing Harry when a throat coughed behind him.

"Hello, Father," said Draco.

Lucius laughed before he turned around and faced his son.

"Why, if it isn't my no-good son who thinks it funny to date a Weasley. No less Arthur Weasley's daughter."

"Say what you want, Father, but I love her and she loves me. And I will not tolerate you throwing insults at her," said Draco.

"Or you'll what, Draco? Curse me? Sick the mudblood on me? Sorry, dear boy, but if you think you can get bloody Potter on me, think again." And as he said this he pointed to the two heaps on the ground. Draco looked to where his father was pointing and closed his eyes once he realized what and who the heaps were.

"Do you like what I did to him? I am afraid I could not get the mudblood filth underneath him, but the Dark Lord did. So I couldn't be happier," said Lucius with his trademark evil smirk on his face.

Draco decided that he might try once more to convince his father that happiness doesn't come from killing people. "Father, do you know how happy I would have been if you had let me play when I was a child? I would have been so happy, but no, I had to stay inside and sulk in my room. When I was older and I had just started Hogwarts, I was still no better off."

Draco had been talking for a while now, and his father still looked ready to kill someone. Namely Draco. So he continued.

"I always had those sorry excuses for friends, Crabbe and Goyle. But, do you know what, Father? I have been going out with Ginevra Weasley for six months now and I have never been happier. Mainly because I no longer have those buffoons around me. I truly am happy. Why can you not see that?"

Draco looked up at his father and was shocked to see, in the least, that his father was crying. "I am going to marry her, Father," said Draco. "It's a pity that you will not be invited to the wedding or to see your grandchildren." At this Lucius looked like he was about to say something, but Draco interrupted him.

"No more, Father. Harry will be the last person that you have killed. His life and that of his friends will be the last that you have ruined. And as for me, you will never, ever, see me again. Goodbye, Father." And as Lucius' eyes grew round with fear for the first time in years, Draco sent the curse that would take the breath from his father.

All the while the fighting was dying down. There were less people shouting, less people falling, less lives being taken.

And for Draco and everyone else in the war, it was finally over. The good had one as it always will.

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Severus' eyes twitched at the first light of day. At first he could hardly move his eyelids, but soon he could open his eyes. Everything was blurry and out of shape, until after a few eye blinkings, everything came into focus.

When he finally recognized where he was at he immediately noticed a lot of other people. They were all heavily bandaged. He turned his head to the left and saw a sight that made him sick to his stomach.

Hermione was lying on the bed next to his, clad in a white hospital gown—and not moving. A sob tore at his throat while he went to her side. He pulled up a chair, sat down, and rubbed her hand, crying softly.

Madame Pomfrey came in for her daily noontime check and saw Severus holding Hermione's hand. She walked over to him and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Severus, did you know that Hermione is pregnant? With twins, no less?" she asked.

"She's pregnant…with my babies…Really?" asked Severus, happiness evident in his eyes. But then the worries started coming in. "Is she okay? Are they okay? Will she survive? Will—"

Madame Pomfrey cut in, "Hold on there, Severus. One question at a time. Yes, she is okay. The babies are fine, too. And she will most definitely survive, the only question is when will she wake up?" And as if she read his mind, she added as an afterthought, "Yes, the babies will survive, too, don't worry."

Then she left Severus to his thoughts.

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Many hours later, Hermione showed signs of awakening. Or better yet getting her voice back.

"SEVERUS? SEVERUS? Where are you?" she yelled, her eyes snapping open.

Severus who was dozing in a chair, woke with a start. He looked at Hermione and pulled her to him saying, "Shhhh, it's all right, 'Mione. I'm here. It's okay."

Hermione started crying and said, "Sev, where am I?"

"You're in the Hospital Wing, Kitty," he answered. Hermione's face suddenly contorted with fear, and she paled ten shades of white.

"Oh no! The baby! What's wrong with the baby?"

Severus grabbed her arms and said, "Hermione, look at me." When she did he continued. "The babies are fine, 'Mione. Ok! They are fine."

"What?" asked Hermione. "I'm confused here. What do you mean, babies. I mean that is plural, right? I haven't suddenly gone mad…have I?"

"No, Kitty," said Severus. "You have not gone mad. I did say babies. We're having twins."

"Are you sure, Sev?" she asked.

"Positive," said Severus, as he kissed her.

"I can't believe it. TWINS?!" said Hermione, ecstatically.

But their happiness did not last for long.

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Ginny and Draco had just walked in. And they did not bear good news. Hermione and Severus did not notice Ginny and Draco until they were right in front of them.

"Gin, Draco, we have the greatest news. I—what's wrong?" said Hermione.

"Well, 'Mione, the war is over," began Ginny.

"But…Why do I sense a but, Gin?" asked Hermione.

"Because it is still not through with us. A lot of our friends and family are d-d-dead." That was all Ginny said before she burst into tears.

Draco put his arm around her and finished what she was saying.

"As you know most of our very good friends are dead. Ron and Harry. As are Minerva McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Hagrid, Tonks, and Lupin. My father is also dead, but only because I killed him. Voldemort is dead and finally defeated too. I am so sorry that all of this has happened. But with no more death threats from Voldemort, we can finally be happy."

Hermione was starting to wipe her eyes as she said, "I have good news, now. Severus and I are getting married. We are also expecting twins."

"Oh, 'Mione," said Ginny, looking a lot more cheerful, "Congratulations."

"Yeah, congrats!" said Draco, slapping Severus on the back.

"Draco and I are getting married, too. Maybe we could have a double ceremony," suggested Ginny.

"We could do that," said Severus. "We'll just have to let Albus know. He is doing ours."

"Okay, that sounds great," said Ginny. "When should we set it for?"

"About four days after the funerals. Because after all of the sadness dies down, we will be able to build our live afresh."

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Four days after all of the funerals they were all married. As for what happened next, I guess you'll have to wait and find out.

Last Authors note: Please review. And just letting you know, but there will be an epilogue to show you what happens and how the lovers end up…Au revoir…