AN: I'm sorry about the wait, I've been trying to keep getting back to write some of this, but this month Write A (Damn) Novel In June took precedence, I have finished that though and I made the 50K mark, I am soo proud of myself. This story is unfortunately finished, I may return and do a sequal, but not at the moment as I have many other projects that I wish to work on. This fic had been one of my babies from years ago and trying to write this story after loosing it was almost painful, but people asked for it to be continued and I bowed to public demand. Thanx to all those who have reviewed, as always constructive criticism is welcomed. A special thank you goes to anyone who had cajoled me to continue with this story, I made it in the end.

Chapter 16: The Turning Point

In the time that Hermione had been asleep, quite a lot of things happened, Minerva left back to Hogwarts, Hermione's friends seemed to take up permanent residence in her front room and Severus thoroughly questioned Gary until his heart was content. When Hermione did wake up it was to see her friends and boyfriend asleep on her living room floor in conjured sleeping bags and her father sat in the chair opposite her watching her with a pensive look upon his face.

She got up from where she was lying on the couch and with a nod to her father left the room. She made her way up the stairs and into her bedroom so that she could take a proper look at herself, the reflection that stared back at her gave her pause, she looked amazing there was no other word to describe her, amazing did it perfectly.

Sitting down on her bed Hermione began to think upon what had happened in the last day and what would be happening in her future. Everything had changed, her looks, her parents, her blood status, almost everything. Well she had wanted to change her appearance yesterday, she had managed it, she thought almost sarcastically, as she did so that the lack of her father in her appearance was made up in her personality.

As she thought on everything she realised that while her past and where she came from was set in stone, her future was whatever she wished to make of it, yesterday was the start. The start of the beginning, there was no war to fight anymore, only a life to life, she thought with a smile. Everyone marked the end of the war in their own way, in their own time with their own celebrations.

Yesterday had been the end for her, her new beginning. Yesterday was her turning point.