A/N: Takes place right when Harry killed Voldemort.

Chapter 1: Finished

"Harry did it, Ron!" I said, throwing my arms around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around me confusedly, patting me clumsily on the back. "Yeah! No more Voldemort!" I couldn't believe he said the name. Well, he didn't need any more respect now that he was dead. I grinned to myself.

"We've got to go and thank Harry!" I looked over at Harry, who was being trampled by the rush of students running to hug him.

I held Ron's elbow and pulled him straight over to Harry. He walked out of the crowd, looking worn but happy.

"I did it." he said.

"You did!" Ron shouted.

"Now, I think there's something I have to do. Come with me, please?" Harry asked. Together, the three of us walked up the stairs, discussing tactics along the way.

I realized it when we reached Dumbledore's office. "What are you going to do, Harry?" I asked.

"Fix my wand," he replied, and opened the door. He walked over to Dumbledore's portrait, which was applauding happily.

"You did it, Harry!" Dumbledore said, smiling cheerily at him.

"Yes, he did," I whispered to Ron, looking at him feebly.

Ron stared at Harry in amazement as Harry repaired his phoenix feather wand with the Elder Wand.

"I'm putting the Elder Wand back where it belongs," Harry said to Dumbledore. "So, if I die a natural death..."

He trailed on. I wasn't really listening -- I was just so happy. So happy that finally, the world would be a better place. The wizarding world.

"I think we should leave Harry alone with Dumbledore for a moment," I said, starting to walk out of the doors.

Ron nodded. "Yeah. It's -- private."

We exited the office, closing the door quietly behind us and staring at each other.

"You did really well, Ron," I said.

"You too." He laid a hand on my shoulder. "You were so brave, and tough."

"Thank you, Ronald. What are you going to do? You know... now that we're of age, and can do magic, and live on our own, and everything?"

Ron shrugged, looking down at me. "I dunno."

"Would you like to start?" I grinned at him. "You know, as friends."

"Yeah. But wait..." he looked sadly at me. "Where are you going to go? You modified your parents' memories, remember? They won't let you live with them."

I felt my eyes fill with tears as he put his arm around me. I kept quiet.

"I know a solution," Ron said happily.

"T-There's no solution. M-My parents d-don't even remember me, and I c-can't change that."

"Well, how would you like to start by staying with me at the Burrow?"

I looked up at him through teary eyes, watching him grin crookedly.

"That's a really good idea, Ronald. I-I just don't think Molly would allow--"

"Yes, she would! Mum loves you Hermione, and so do George, Ginny, Percy, and dad. It'll be great to have you stay over -- just like you're adopted. Except, we're not related, so that means that we can get m--" he kept quiet, looking like he said too much.

"Thank you, Ron." I smiled at him.

Just then, Harry came out.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked, looking at Ron and me.

"Nothing." Ron answered. It must've looked really obvious, since Ron and I were both staring at each other like we kissed each other. It was enough for one night.

"Well--" Harry started hastily. "I-- I'll just be going."

"But where are you going to stay?" I asked, my senses coming back to me. Harry didn't live with the Dursleys anymore.

"Grimmauld Place," Harry replied. I could tell by his face that he made it up on the spot. I gave him a look that plainly said "Come on."

"Alright. I've got nowhere."

"Come live with Hermione and me!" Ron said.

Harry looked at Ron wildly. "Has she already moved in?!"

"No." Ron's ears turned red. "I mean, she will. We'll all live together, since Hermione's parents don't know they've got a daughter, and you don't even live with your aunt and uncle anymore, Harry."

"Good idea, Ron. But honestly, I think we should start by collecting some clothes. I don't think I've got a pair of underwear anymore."




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Chapter 2: Diagon Alley Once More

"The first thing we need to find out is," I started, "how are we going to get there?"

Harry shrugged. "Any ideas, Ron?"

"Um... maybe we should ask my mum if we could stop by Diagon Alley first."

"Why?" I asked.

"Do you want to buy some brooms, or what?"

"B-But..." I trailed off, deep in thought. We all knew the Weasleys, great as they were, didn't have enough money to buy Harry and I fast brooms, and strong ones too.

"I'll chip in," Harry said, looking embarrassed. I think he read my mind.

"I can ask my parents too, so I can exchange some pounds for some Galleons." I made up my mind on the spot.

Ron looked at us both before answering. "Okay."

I looked at Harry. Poor Ron.

"I'll... I'll just go and ask my mum if she could drop us at Diagon Alley," he mumbled. Ron walked over to his parents who were arguing with George and Ginny.

"What's a cheap broom, but fast?" I asked Harry.

"I think the latest model of the Cleansweep would be alright. We just have to make sure it's the fastest model. And cheap," Harry replied. I nodded, my brain trailing off.

Ron returned a few minutes later, looking cheery. "We can get it! Mum said for us just to Apparate. She'll be meeting us at my house tonight. Hermione, we're all of age. You and me go first, I'll come back and get Harry."

I nodded. "But Harry can Apparate--"

"We've got to go together!" Ron urged, grinning crookedly at me.

"Alright," I said, half-glancing at Harry. "Let's go then."

I felt Ron's hand entwine with mine, and suddenly blackness. I felt like I was squeezing through a tight rubber tube, and then, all of a sudden, I was in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Oh! I miss this place!" I said, looking up at the broken sign.

"Same here. Um... shall we go in then?" Ron asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Ron, have you forgotten something?!"

"What?"

"Get Harry!" I said hastily.

"Oh, right!" Ron withdrew his hand from my shoulder and turned on the spot, vanishing right off the street. I pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron, grinning. It's been a long time since I've been in here!

"Hello, Tom!" I said happily to the landlord. He was wiping the dust off the tables.

"Good afternoon, Miss Granger. Fancy a room?" he asked toothlessly.

"Oh, no, Tom! Going to Diagon Alley, you see."

"Well, alright then." He walked over to me and wrung my hand. "Thank you so much, Miss Granger. Give thanks to Mister Weasley and of course, Mister Potter, for defeating the Dark Lord once and for all."

I nodded as he let go of my hand. I smiled a feeble smile. So the news spread! Voldemort has finally gone!

I walked over to the wall, looking up at the bricks. I tapped the brick with my wand, watching as the wall transformed into an alleyway to Diagon Alley.

Ron appeared at my shoulder, panting, with Harry.

"I still never get used to that," he said.

"Me too," Harry said, looking as if he'd just gone for a walk.

"Well, shall we go then?" I said, already walking into Diagon Alley.

It looked just like how it looked before I came here in my first year. All of the great shops were back! And--

"Look, Harry, look!" I said, pointing to the ice cream parlor.

"It's back!" He grinned happily. His smile suddenly wiped clean off his face. "But then, where's Florean?"

"Maybe someone else is running it," Ron replied, looking sadly at the shop. "I miss that place."

"Me too! I loved the free ice creams."

The three of us started to walk slowly through the rushing crowd, looking up at all of the old shops that we knew and loved.

"I wonder what George will do with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He's--"

Ron stopped, looking as if he was about to cry. "--the only owner of the shop."

I stopped too, throwing my arms around Ron's shoulders. "It's okay," I said, trying to cheer him up. "Fred's gone off... to a better place now. I'm pretty sure he's enjoying it there -- there's much more up above than in here."

"Yeah," Harry said, looking up at the shop. It was closed. "Probably up there, Fred's running his own shop."

Ron placed an arm around my shoulder. "Thanks you guys. But it's hard to cope with all of this. I mean... I never really appreciated Fred until he was gone... but I guess life moves on, right?"

I tore my grip away from him and looked up at Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"Shall we go in, then?" I asked, directing my question mainly at Harry.

"Yeah. You two go ahead -- I'll -- I'll go to Gringotts and yeah." Harry walked through the bustling crowd and I lost sight of him as he sped towards Gringotts.

Ron pushed open the door of the Quidditch shop, looking around at all of the brooms. "Wow," he said, grinning at all of them. "Too bad Harry dropped his Firebolt the day we were taking him away from Privet Drive."

I looked up too, my eyes goggling.

"What's that one?" I said, pointing at a broomstick that was thrown on the floor. It looked very old.

"That's a Swiftstick," Ron said, picking it up and looking at it as if it were dirty. He threw it back down and looked at it as if he hated it. "That's the ugliest broom ever made in my opinion."

"May I help you, mister and miss?" An irritated looking woman asked, looking angry. I think she heard Ron's comment about the Swiftstick.

Ron shook his head. We did need help, looking for a good, fast, but cheap-priced broom, but I don't think the lady was any one of Ron's choice.

The woman stomped away, looking exasperated, behind a curtain.

"I think we should get the second to the last model of the Cleansweep. It's probably cheaper and faster," Ron said, looking up at the models of Cleansweep.

"Yeah, I guess we should," I said.