Prologue
She was running, sprinting away from her own feelings. She felt like she couldn't breathe.
It was over. They had won. Luckily there has been little lost. Not counting the people of course. The school had the most damage, yes. But she would never be the same. Hermione felt terribly guilty and generally upset. As she should, considering her cubs had been killed. Some of her classmates had tried to protect the cubs, only to end up tortured to insanity (or dead) themselves. She tried to protect her cubs and her classmates. She took the curses for them when she could, but it wasn’t enough. Little Colin Creevey (her oldest cub) had taken a killing curse for his little brother, Dennis, only for Dennis to get hit in the back with another one. Curses were flying all around her, but Hermione noticed none of them. As soon as she saw her cubs fall, she screamed. It was loud, and it was filled with pain, grief and anger. Both of her cubs were gone. Murdered by the people she herself was still fighting. Only now she was fighting for vengeance. She would kill them. Her friends, the people she thought she could trust were the ones to fire the curses that took her children away from her. However, her hatred for them went far beyond her hate for anyone or anything else. Their betrayal had started long before this battle. She was just glad she learned of it before it had been too late. They will pay for what they did, and the cost will be their lives. The houses will rise again, and they will be stronger than they have ever been before.