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It was a day like any other. The sun rose in a clear blue sky. Who would have thought something so ugly would happen on such a beautiful day? On a gray and rainy day, yes, but not on the brightest day of the whole summer.

Hermione stirred and opened her eyes lazily. Immediately, Ron’s arm wrapped around her and held her tighter. Even asleep, they were accutely aware of each other’s presence. They were that close. They had been since a couple of months after they started on their Horcrux search. And now, all of the dark vessels had been destroyed – all but Voldemort himself.

Hermione swallowed, then told herself that she was safe here, at The Burrow – at least, if Mrs Weasley didn’t find Ronald in her room. But I guess she knows, she thought, smirking, remembering the older woman’s gaze when they arrived, the night before. A gaze that bore through the girl’s very soul. She must have been satisfied by what she found there, because she welcomed her back like another of her children.

The Burrow. It felt like home. Harry was there too. But he didn’t have anywhere else to go… No, that’s not true, he has 12 Grimmauld Place. But she knew he didn’t like it any better than Sirius had. Like herself, he belonged here.

Ron stretched against her and nuzzled her hair. "’Morning, love," he said." She smiled and turned to him to kiss him lightly on his forehead. Then she said: "You better go back to your room…"

"Why? My mother’s not as stupid as Harry, you know," he joked.

It had taken Harry two months to find out his best friends were a couple and sharing the same bed. True, they had been very discreet. And he had been more than very distracted. And for a good reason, Hermione thought, shuddering.

"Are you all right, hon?" Ron asked.

"Yes!" She wondered why she was thinking about that now, when she should have been happy they had a respite, at last. Because the worst is yet to come. "I’m going to take a shower," she said. She couldn’t wait to go down to have breakfast. The constant buzz of The Burrow would help her forget about those dark thoughts.

But Ron decided to follow her in the bathroom, and she was delayed. After all, there were other things that could drive out dark thoughts from a woman’s mind. Like having the complete attention of her lover and giving him hers in return. Thankfully there was no short supply of hot water in a wizard’s house.

Ronald is not so lanky anymore, she observed to herself, her hands exploring his now toned body while his were roaming hers.

Ron’s lips left hers and she tilted her head backwards to give him a better access to her throat and neck. He kissed and nipped lightly at her sensitive skin. As she was sensually dragging her nails accross his back, he cupped one of her breast in his hand as his mouth sucked and nibbled at the other nipple. Hermione gasped and moaned, caressing his chest now, her right hand slipping down his stomach, passing his navel and reaching his hardness. Ron groaned when she wrapped her hand around him and started to stroke his length, teasing the head. His own hand slid between her legs, long fingers parting her folds to rub her impatiently. Grimacing slightly, she told herself that he still had a few things to learn, but she was willing to let him practice on her. As though he had read her mind, Ron kissed down her stomach and, crouching, took place between her legs. She made more room for him, knowing that his tongue was definitely better at it than his fingers, and he licked her labia and up to her clitoris. Heat started to spread from her core in waves crashing higher and higher. Panting, she stroked his head, her fingers tangled in his wet locks. Ron stopped when he could feel that she was close and stood up. Hermione’s lips crashed on his and they kissed hungrily as she grasped his cock and resumed her stroking. And doing this, she stepped back till her back was pressed against the wall. He followed suit, and she wrapped a leg around him so he could enter her. Hermione’s buttocks were soon slamming against the tiles with each thrust of her love and she held onto him.

Her last coherent thought was: I’m so glad someone invented silencing spells!< /i> Then she lost herself in the love-making.

"It was about time," Harry grumbled when they walked out of the bathroom hand in hand. "I hope you left some hot water."

Hermione blushed a deep red, even if the joke was old now. Then she saw Ginny, and her heart ached for her friend. The girl was looking hungrily at Harry then, when he closed the door behind him, she glanced enviously at the couple.

"Hey, Ginny."

"’Morning, Hermione," Ginny mumbled before disappearing back into her room.

"What’s eating her?" Ron asked, incredulous.

Hermione slapped him on the shoulder. Men were so insensible!

When they finally made it to the kitchen, most of the family was already there. They all looked up from their toasts and cups of tea, but if Bill and Charlie smirked behind their copies of the Daily Prophet, no one said a word.

"Good morning!" Mrs Weasley said brightly.

Hermione had not tasted such a wonderful food since they left. They had often done their own cooking, and to say the truth, she wasn’t much better at doing that than the boys. Cooking is not something one can learn in books, she told herself. She had learnt that the hard way. Cooking was something you did with your heart and with your imagination.

Finally Ginny entered, followed a minute later by Harry. As if on cue, Ron stood up and pushed back his chair. Hermione looked at him, and their eyes met. He was nervous – why was he nervous? Then he went down on one knee and took her hand in both of his. "Hermione Jean Granger," he said, his voice shaking a little. "Will you marry me?"

Ron took a little box out of is pocket and opened it, swallowing hard. Inside was a simple gold ring topped with an opal.

Hermione was dumbfounded. But not for long. "Yes," she answered. "Oh, yes!" Knowing that putting the ring on her finger would be like taking some kind of magical vow, she did, with Ron’s help.

"Oh, Merlin!" Ginny squealed, tears of happiness in her eyes. "I’m going to have a sister!"

The girls hugged each other.

It was a very happy moment for all the family, until an owl flew in by the open kitchen window and delivered an envelop to Harry.

Oh, no, not today! Not today, please… Hermione thought.

A heavy silence fell on the room. All eyes were fixed on the young man. Harry took a deep breath and opened the letter. Then he read it and paled. "It’s time," he said simply. "Voldemort is in Hogsmeade and is making ready to move on Hogwarts." He looked at Mrs Weasley, than at Mr Weasley. "Thank you for everything."

They all heard Ginny’s intake of breath. Harry closed his eyes briefly, but didn’t turn to her. Instead, he hugged Molly, like a son would do. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for giving me a real family." Then he shook Arthur Weasley’s hand, turned on his heels and walked out.

They were exchanging looks. Ginny’s frightened eyes went from one face to another.

"He’s not doing this alone," Hemione breathed. She left the kitchen and went back to her room. There, she searched for something at the bottom of her trunk.



Harry left the Burrow and apparated in the outskirts of Hogsmeade. An eerie silence hung over the small wizard town. There were no laughter and no talk. The streets he had only seen packed with wizards, witches, students and all sorts of magical beings were deserted.

He walked to the hilly country between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Strangely, he felt at peace. As he was thinking how happy he was that his friends had let him go without raising a fuss, there was a faint popping sound, then another, and another. He turned around and saw Hermione, Ron and Ginny there. And more and more people were apparating. Neville appeared out of thin air and bumped into Luna. The girl giggled when he blushed and stuttered some excuses. Harry heard Luna telling Neville he was propably followed by "porteelinkees", whatever they were.

"You didn’t think we would leave you doing it alone, mate, did you?" Ron said.

"But…" Harry began.

"No ‘buts’, Harry," Hermione warned.

"Gin…"

"No," she cut him. "Voldemort won’t come alone, and you know it. So you take care of him, and we kick his Death Eaters’s ass… um, behinds." Seeing him open his mouth to protest, she gave him a wan smile. "I’m here to stay, Harry. We all are."

There was a chorus of assents.

Harry realized that if he had felt at peace before, now he felt confident. There were all the members of Dumbledore’s Army – except Marietta Edgecomb – of the Order of the Phoenix and some Aurors he didn’t know. He was also surprised to see Percy.

But he didn’t have the time to greet them. Hooded figures appeared, and behind them, the Dark Lord himself. In less than a minute, chaos erupted.



Very soon, they were all fighting in little groups against clusters of Death Eaters.

Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, her sister Padma, Cho Chang, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas found themselves facing Gregory Goyle, his father, Vincent Crabbe and his father.

Dean and Seamus were bravely protecting the young witches, who cast spells after spells as if they had done so all their lives. As Parvati was bellowing, "Everte Statum!", and sent Goyle Jr flying, Lavender hit him with a binding spell.

Goyle Sr retaliated by flinging a Cruciatus Curse in the direction of Lavender, and Dean dived in front of his fellow Gryffindors and writhed in agony.

Seeing that, Seamus and Cho each cast a different spell, the first hitting Goyle’s father and the latter Crabbe Jr. If the older Death Eater deflected the curse, the younger had no such chance and fell to the floor, unconscious.

His father thundered, "Sectumsempra!", opening Padma from her collarbone to bellow her navel, her guts spilling.

As Parvati screamed for her twin and Padma cried out in her death throes, Cho lowered her wand for a split second, but it was all the enraged Crabbe Sr needed to angrily scream, "Avada Kedavra!". With a look of shock and a splash Cho toppled dead face first into the pool of Padma's blood. Two Ravenclaws were dead.



Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Hannah Abbot, Susan Bones and Colin and Dennis Creevey were battling against the three Lestranges. The members of Dumbledore’s Army had paired up.

Colin shouted, "Locomotor Mortis!" at Rabastan Lestrange while Susan deflected the man’s spell with a deft flick of her wand. Hannah and Dennis sent different spells flying in the direction of Rodolphus Lestrange, which had interesting effects. And if they didn’t stop him, they slowed him enough so they could bellow in unisson, "Impedimenta!"

Of course, Neville had to face Bellatrix. He knew her husband and her brother-in-law were there the night his parents had been tortured to insanity, but she was the one he blamed the most. With Luna’s help, he succeeded in half-stunning the Death Eater. But when he was about to point his wand at her and say, "Crucio!", Luna caught his arm. When he looked at her, a protest already forming on his lips, the girl shook her head.

Neville nodded reluctantly, just before he saw Dennis being engulfed in a sickly green light. Neville turned towards Rodolphus and said, his voice firm, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Luna was right. They would all die, but not by their hands.



Remus lupin was keeping Fenfir Greyback at bay when Tonks arrived and flicked her wand at the werewolf. A jet of silvery light erupted from the tip of her wand and hit him in the heart; he died instantly.

"What…?" Remus stuttered, stunned.

"Silver, of course," she answered smugly. "I made some researches. It’s a very ancient spell – very effective, too."

He had never been so proud of his beautiful girlfriend.



Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Fred and George Weasley were together again, but not for a Quidditch practice.

The Weasly twins were facing off Avery as the chaser girls – Katie, Alicia and Angelina – were facing off the Carrows, Alecto and Amycus. The female Death Eater was particularly vicious. She sent the Imperius Curse in Alicia’s direction and tried to turn her against Angelina, but Katie stunned her friend and she and Angelina counter-attacked.

Fred and George were very serious, maybe for the very first time in ther life. They stopped Avery and bound him, then they turned towards Amycus, who was pointing his wand at the inconscious form of Alicia. Not only did they stun him, but he sprouted horns.

Enraged, Alecto hollered, "Avada Kedavra!" just as the girls sent her flying.

Unfortunately, the deflected flash hit the defenseless Alicia.



Bill and Charlie Weasley were duelling to death against MacNair and Mulciber, next to Kingsley Shacklebolt and Severus Snape, who did the same against Rosier and Rookwood.

The latter seemed to take it personaly that Severus had been a traitor to the Dark Lord and did his best to make him pay. They all fought valiantly, and Shacklebolt was the first to fall. When their four adversaries were dead or bound, the two Weasleys looked around and saw Snape lying on the ground, in a puddle of his own blood.

"I invented that damned spell," he said through clenched teeth.

"Hold on," Bill said.



Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Percy Weasley had stayed close to Harry. That was how they found themselves facing Voldemort’s "bodyguards": Lucius Malfoy, Nott and Dolohov.

Hermione was particularly pleased when she succeeded in stunning Dolohov, the man who had almost killed her during the Battle of the Ministry of Magic. Next to her, Ron was fighting like a lion. And Percy seemed intent in making up for his absence and protected his sister. If Ginny hadn’t been so afraid, she would have been annoyed.

Suddenly, as Ginny and Hermione were sending Nott flying, knocking him cold, an eery silence fell on the battle field. Where was Harry? Ginny turned and ran in the the direction of the last place she had seen him.

Lucius Malfoy didn’t miss the opportunity. Raising his wand, he prepared to strike at Ginny's back.

"Ginevra!" Percy screamed. He grabbed Malfoy’s arm, trying to stop the attack on his baby sister. Ron tried to help but he was a second too late. Malfoy managed to twist his wand and jam it into Percy's face, "Avada Kedava!"

Percy was a git… but he died a hero. He tumbled back dead into Ron and knocked him over, sending his wand flying.

"Ah, two dead Weasleys for the price of one," sneered Malfoy "And I'll get your mudblood girlfriend too." He pointed his wand at Ron with a cruel smile.

Hermione stepped in front of him. "RONALD!"

"GET BACK HERMIONE!"

Malfoy struck. Ron lunged. The green spell hit him square in the chest.

He had died for his love.



Hermione woke up minutes, hours or days later. She was lying on a bed, and the smells told her she was in St Mungo’s. people were whispering at her bedside. All she understood was "pregnant" and "willing herself to die" before unconsciousness claimed her again.



Author's Note: Ron's fans probably want to string me up right now... I'm so sorry guys. I can just hope you'll enjoy reading the rest of this story.