Heya, loyal readers! I know it's been a long, long time, and I apologise for abandoning the story like I did. And on a cliffhanger, of all things! I know I wouldn't be able to properly write a chapter 24, and a chapter 25, etc., not really involved in the story anymore, but I decided I did want to give the story an ending. I left what happened in between chapter 23 and the epilogue open to interpretation, but wanted to end it with this scene. I hope you like it, and let me know what you think!

Epilogue; Chapter 24

Her eyes found his.

"AVADA KEDAVRA"

And with one flash of green light he was gone.

The only sound she heard was the wind. The only company she had her maddening mind. They won the war. Voldemort was dead, a lot of his followers imprisoned. She still lived, but what was worth living for?

She lay down a single white rose upon his grave and sat down on her knees. She had her face buried in her hands as she weeped, for everything the man could have been. Even though everything, she had mistreated him. If only she had shown more kindness. If only she would have kept the child, he would've lived on.

"Hey… it's okay."

She felt her friend's hand on her shoulder and looked up into the piercing blue eyes of Sirius. Hermione laughed at him. She laughed as her hands gripped onto her thick bush of curls.

"It's okay?" she repeated. "It's not okay! He's dead! He's gone. He died thinking I hated him…" She stood up, and wiped her tears away, before she paced in the direction of the exit of the cemetery.

"Hermione," Sirius said. "Hermione, hold up." He jogged after her, and grabbed her wrist to spin her around.

"WHO DID IT?" she screamed. "Who killed him? He was good! He was not evil like Harry thinks, like Ron thinks!"

Sirius tried to calm her down, but with every attempt, Hermione backed further away.

"Do you know who did it? Who was it, Sirius? Who was it!?"

"It was me."