Harry shut himself off, the summer after Sirius died in the Department of Mysteries. Even when, Ron and I, Hermione, came to stay with him at his house that he inherited, he didn't perk up. Our school year was pretty uneventful, just a lot of schoolwork since it was our 6th year. Voldemort stayed rather quiet, but what we didn't know was that he spent the year recruiting Death Eaters, just like he did our following year as well. The only exciting thing that happened in our final two years, was that Harry and I started seeing each other. It seems that Harry had been trying to cut himself off from all feeling so that Voldemort couldn't take anything more from him. I didn't let that happen, and finally broke through to Harry at the end of 6th year.
Harry and I continued to see each other through the rest of our 7th year. I was Head Girl, naturally. Ron started to finally pick up feelings from Luna Lovegood and he started dating her as well. What shocked us the most was that Draco Malfoy finally approached Harry about joining the light side. We later discovered that he did only at the prodding of his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. Harry proposed to me at our graduation ceremony, and I accepted. Two days after we left, Voldemort made his strike finally, and took down Hogwarts through a massive siege, and the war reached new heights.
Ron, Harry, and myself all began our Auror training immediately. We were trained in many different things that we needed to be warriors. No one paid attention that we were only 17 and 18 at the time; then again, who cares about age in war? The three of us lived at Harry's place during training, and once commissioned, we rapidly rose through the ranks. We made the perfect team: Ron was strategy, Harry was pure magical force, and I was a mixture of both, complimenting them when need be.
In 1999, two years after we graduated and the war began in earnest, Harry and I finally married. We didn't care that I was only 20, and he was 19. It was a time when you didn't know if you were coming home so you wanted to be with those that you loved. Ron married Luna about the same time, despite having one child by this point. We were able to have a brief respite from the storm of war to go on a short honeymoon, and once we returned, it was back to war.
In 2000, Voldemort stepped up his attacks on muggles; almost to the point that the wizarding world was revealed. My parents were the first to go on this new campaign. It was then, that the tide of the war turned; against Voldemort. The "Elite Team" as the three of us were called stepped up our efforts and began capturing or killing Death Eaters at an alarming rate. Our biggest kill was Greyback, the werewolf that had bitten Remus as a child, and one of Voldemort's generals. With that kill, the three of us were promoted to generals.
By 2001, Voldemort's forces were nearly depleted. The last stronghold he held was, ironically, Hogwarts. On July 24, the final battle was upon us. Harry, Ron, and I, just 21 years old (except Harry, he was 20) led our forces to take back Hogwarts. Ron fell first, knocked out as we reached the doors of the Great Hall. Harry and I took out Voldemort's final defenses before we came to him, seated in Dumbledore's old seat, now transformed into a throne. Luckily, Dumbledore had been away on Ministry business the day of the siege, and was one of our greatest commanders. McGonagal, hadn't been as lucky. Unfortunately, I ended up being more of a hindrance to Harry than a help, or so I thought. How could I not, I was blinded and then had a huge hole cut through my chest within minutes, nearly killing me. That, however, released any dormant power Harry had, and he ended up killing Voldemort.
All of us were taken to St. Mungos. Ron was the first to heal, he only had minor spell injuries and a concussion. His wife Luna was quite happy about that. I doubt she would have been happy raising 4 kids by herself. (She and Ron had been very busy, Weasley genes). Harry and I were a different story. The magical strain and curses Harry had suffered put him in a coma for a couple days. I nearly died. The bleeding from the hole in my chest had nearly caused me to bleed to death before I was transported to St. Mungos. It was only because of Draco Malfoy that I am alive today. He had trained to be a healer after we graduated. However, both Harry and I did survive after extensive treatment, and my eyes were healed as best they could be. Harry and I make a pair wearing glasses together, a fact that Ron loves teasing us about.
We spent the next two years helping to rebuild the ministry. Dumbledore had taken the position of Minister of Magic. Ron went on to become a quidditch professional, to help get quidditch back up. Harry promoted to chief auror, and went around moping up bad guys. I worked on establishing many different foundations for different magical species, since I was barred from further auror duties for medical reasons. We did attend Draco and Ginny's wedding too.
In early 2004, I was approached by Dumbledore about starting up Hogwarts again, though it was to be renamed after the three of us to Trio's Hogwarts, since we saved it. I gladly accepted the position, and Harry and I moved into the old castle. At first, no one wanted to be a part of the school. Afterall, the Headmistress was only 24. Eventually though, parent after parent began sending their children. Some happy to see the school open again, after 7 years. After only two years of professional quidditch, Ron retired, and came to help me as Flying Instructor. Ginny soon followed trying to find some grounding as she'd been hopping jobs for the last 2 years. Luna opened up a side business, hoping to make some other side money while raising her and Ron's 4 children (with 2 on the way). Finally, Draco left St. Mungos to help out too. We were all together again.
Now, in 2005, I still run Hogwarts as its proud headmistress. Harry is still chasing down the bad guys. Ron is chasing
down quaffles still in his class and chasing down his 4 small children.
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