Hermione stood, looking around at the snowy turrets for the last time. Finally, all this could be over. Slowly, she lifted her wand, reciting the incantation in her head, so she could be sure to get it right, and took a deep breath. She'd planned it all; everyone would have a new life, all planned out. She would be the only one to remember, but it was for the better. That's what she had been telling herself to make it feel right; because she wasn't doing it for herself, she was doing it for him. He would kill her otherwise...and Harry and Ron...Luna and Ginny...Neville. She could never let that happen. Tears streaming down her face, Hermione flicked her wand,
"Obliviate."
There was a flash of light, and everything around her faded.
