Completely Rewritten. Give it a go and review if you prefer. I know I do.

(Snape was dead when they found them and wasn't able to give them memories so Harry didn't know he was meant to die so when he didn't volunteer and faced them in battle and died finally all the horcruxes were gone.)

He's dead. Gone. Dead. Harry, the boy-who-lived, the chosen one was dead. My best friend was dead. And the worse part. The worst part about Voldemort winning is I don't even feel sad. No. Another emotion has settled inside of me and this one is a lot more dangerous. Rage. Pure unadulterated and primal rage. I turn to the object of this rage and is this moment I do something so stupid, idiotic and slightly insane.

"Tom! Tom Marvolo Riddle or whatever you go by now. Come here and face me." Now some people may think 'Is she an idiot' or more plainly 'what the fuck is wrong with her' and well you see rage changes a person and I think I was tapping into what some people call Gryffindor bravery whilst others say a Lions stupidity. But it wasn't only that yes I had fear of death but there was something so accepting about knowing it will happen. A sort or release and my only plan right now was to make Voldemort feel some of the pain that was ripping through me. Looking around I see everyone's faces are incredulous and I think they are forgetting something if I die who God damn cares. I don't. Its logical you see, Harry is dead and Voldemort has won and I of course was a mudblood. I knew I was going to die and I saw that I would go down fighting. Voldemort however wasn't paying attention and don't even hear my rants instead cackling with his Death Eaters

"Hermione." It came from my right. It was Ron. Beautiful silly Ron. I looked at him with big pleading eyes but I knew he didn't understand so instead I spoke in his mind.

Kill the snake. You have to kill the snake.

It was the only way and Harry's last words. To kill Voldemort, we must get to him some way. Any way. He looked at me in surprise and then at his hands that held the sword of Gryffindor one of the only things powerful enough to kill a Horcrux. However, what happened next I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life. He charged at the snake slicing its head clean off having caught it, and the rest of the whole bloody world, by surprise. But Voldemort was now angry. He sneered and his red eyes became aflame with anger. He screeched at Ron while everyone was too scared or shocked or too confused to do anything. And then I heard the two most disgusting words that I had never wanted to hear again.

"Avada Kedavra"

Ron was dead. Gone. Harry was dead. Gone. And I was livid. He had decimated the Golden trio, killed our hope for a new world but most of all he had killed my two best friends. I saw red. I should have been more clear. I should have done something not idly stand there. In that moment something broke. The pain of losing Harry and Ron and parts of myself became abundantly clear and settled my sights on one person.

"Voldemort" I screeched. He turned around this time and looked at me with a sneer. I was the last key to power and he had set his sights on me.

"Who dare speak my name, you have nothing left. I killed Weasel and Half-blood Potter now all that is left is you. You filthy mudblood." He screamed at me.

How dare he mock them. How dare he? All thoughts on self-preservation vanished as I attacked Voldemort.

I flung a curse at Voldemort. He cast a quick protego. He then attacked me. I was diving this way and that trying to protect myself from all the curses, jinxes and hexes he sent my way. But he was weaker. Every single Hocrux was destroyed. Even Harry.

Everyone was watching in interest. No one made a move not even the death eaters or the students of Hogwarts. The death eaters because they believe he would kill me soon and would be punished for stepping in and the rest of the light side had given up. The saviour was gone and death was imminent. Why waste the time?

I knew I would have to dig deep to find this so I stopped focusing on him. Instead I focused on every single person he took away from me. Hedwig. Mad eye. My parent's memories. Tonks. Dobby. Remus. Sirius. Ginny. Fred. Ron. Harry. My innocence. I started getting deadlier. I started throwing dark magic. He only raised an eyebrow.

The first unforgivable I threw caught everyone by surprise. He didn't even care. Harry, Ron and I had been practicing the dark arts ever since the ministry fiasco. We realised the messiness of this war and would have to get our hands dirty but never once had I used an unforgivable. They tainted you. I was now tainted.

I can feel my magic merging, as if with all the dead that I have lost. As I roll to duck a 'crucio' I pick up Harry's wand and feel his life inside it. The wand chosen to defeat Voldemort. My magic merges with Harry as I focus on all the people we have now lost and cast one final curse as he does the same.

Two "Avada Kedavra's" meet in the middle and sparks our flying this way and that already destroying the broken Hogwarts. He is slowly beating me but he is finally breaking out a sweat.

I have to do this. If not for myself, for every single person who has ever fought against him and killed. They will not be in vain. I remember his eyes. Those green emerald eyes. The beautiful blue that contrasted with his ginger hair. And my own hazel eyes full of life and innocence as I thought of all he has taken from me leaving my eyes lifeless.

"Ahhhh" I scream and force all my magic out of me.

I killed Voldemort. Dead. Gone. And then as the life drains out of me I fall into a cushion of unconsciousness.

I was in coma for two weeks after that apparently and when I woke up I found out after I killed Voldemort the light side won. Did we come out unscathed? No. We lost everything just to defeat an ideology that had been around for centuries. I did find some bitter irony in the ending. A mudblood had killed Voldemort. The lowest had killed the highest.

I was in bad shape for a couple weeks, having woken up still exhausted from magic overextertion and from various battle injuries. Not only that my brain decided to completely shut down, barely speaking to people and when my privacy and life was picked apart by Rita bloody Skeeter I lost more of myself reading the headlines. They weren't bad but they painted me in a god like way when all I felt was dirty, alone and tainted. I was lost inside my mind that was crumbling like Hogwarts. There was on final light at the end of this very dark tunnel. My parents.

Kingsley figured out a way to get their memories back and I was so grateful. I spent every single moment with them. They slowly but surely brought me ought of my shell. I started to feel, even if it was nothing much. I ran away from everything and hid into my parents like a child. I needed their unconditional love a I felt so broken for anyone else's. I was starting to smile even if it didn't reach my eyes when it happened.

The night when Bellatrix came. And Dolohov. And Greyback. I was found by muggles that night when the silencing charm was undone and could hear my relentless screams. I had been branded once again. I now had their initials going down my spine engraved into my skin. I had scars everywhere. Barely a piece of untouched skin was let. But the worst treatment that I received that night is not only was I raped but I suffered the cruciatus curse from all three combined 12 times. It takes 8 to go insane like the Longbottom's. Instead I blocked it out, everything out. My already broken mine collapsed with me firmly inside.

The magical world found out about it and praised me when I didn't even lift my wand. For living through the torture. I wish I died that night but I they left me to live, for now anyway, so I could live with the pain. I sometimes wonder if I should kill myself but I can't. Every time I think about the faces of all who sacrifice me pop into my mind as if mocking me for being weak. I couldn't let them down.

So it was decided I would be sent away as the Death Eaters are still at large, to the only family I had left. They live in a small town in Forks so I am going to live there. They offered to let me live with them but I knew that my nightmares and routine would draw attention and sympathy. So here I stood speeding from the airport on Sirius' bike off to school. Muggle school. Here it goes.