Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

The aftermath of the Deatheaters falling resulted in a rally of the remaining members of the Wizarding Community that had fled. Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was leading a resistance on the other side of Luxemburg, surged the Ministry upon hearing of the defeat at Hogwarts. Kingsley and George Weasley, who escaped imprisonment, began to gather forces to tear down the ministry, one corrupt wizard at a time.

Several rescue attempts resulted in the discovery of many wizard, and witches that had been assumed dead at the time of the attack. The most startling discovery was in the basements of Malfoy Manor, where they released most of the professors from Hogwarts being held prisoner by Wormtail. A most cagey witch by the name of McGonagall had managed to keep all of the injured alive and well, despite being held for such a time. It is suspected that the late Narcissa Malfoy is directly responsible for their survival and she was honored in death for the Order of Merlin, for her brave actions.

Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter were also given an Order of Merlin, first class for their brave actions that led to the downfall of Voldemort, and for restoring order to the Wizarding Community of Great Britain.

Nia Bwani, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini, Mariah Higgs and Luna Lovegood were given the Order of Merlin- second class, for bravery and the protection of muggles from a threat as great as Voldemort.

Within a month, the Ministry of Magic had restabilized and Kingsley Shacklebolt was placed as a temporary Minister of Magic, began to reformulate the previous structure and this allowed for changes that had never before been possible.

Laws were reinforced, and Azkaban surged with prisoners, allying countries scouted out hidden Deatheaters with a quick brutality, and assisted Great Britain in defeating any smaller rebellions that may have popped up. Within two months, the world functioned almost to the same degree as before. Hogwarts was planning to open in two weeks to admit new students.

Headmistress McGonagall offered the esteemed Professor Snape his position back for Potions, which was warily accepted, although he took a two-week leave to an unknown destination and would not be back at Hogwarts until school began.

Most of the students who had been orphaned were given their own quarters, in honor of their protection of the school. It was decided amongst the D.A. that they would continue their education and graduate a year later, so they can qualify for the positions as Aurors.

In Ginny Weasley and Mariah Higgs case, they still had a year left of school to finish before graduation, and they accepted their re-admittance to the school despite the memories it may hold.

It was two weeks before school started and Draco Malfoy was nowhere to be found. He had not attended the ceremony, celebrating their Order of Merlin, and Hermione discovered through Bill Weasley, that a vault had been opened in her name at Gringotts.

Bill and Fleur had fled to France, due to her pregnancy and they now had two beautiful cherubs named Molly Merry Weasley and Ronald Fred Weasley. They came back when it was safe, and everyone celebrated. Now Bill was back to working at Gringotts, sorting papers and righting the misspent money and assets that had been corrupted while Voldemort was around.

Hermione still recalled the day when Bill showed up grimfaced with the news of her Gringotts account. He had shoved the release papers under her nose and made her sign them, much to her dismay but Harry and Nia pointed out that obviously, her child was entitled to safety, even if the father was missing in action.

Bill left with the paperwork, and Hermione spent the next few days deciding which classes she wanted to brush up on when she heard a knock at the door to her assigned room at Hogwarts. Hermione waddled to go open the door, sighed, and heavily leaned against the doorframe.

Suddenly Hermione was embraced from both sides by her previously missing parents, and she began to cry. “Hermione, honey, Oh my stars, you are far along,” whispered her mother in shock, and her father just held her against him.

“How did you find me? How did you remember?” Hermione’s mouth stood open in shock. “One of the Ministries investigators found us and retrieved our memories. You have been so brave, love,” exclaimed Jane Granger, hugging her daughter gently. “How soon are you due?”

“Oh mum!” Hermione just gasped and sobbed, crying on her mother’s shoulder deeply, unable to believe that they were alive and safe after this travesty.

“Don’t worry dear, Headmistress McGonagall has arranged a room for us here, and we will stay until the birth,” Jane stroked Hermione’s hair lightly.

“I am overdue, as it is. I used an aging potion so I am unclear as to when I burst, although I have to tell you, its bloody uncomfortable,” sighed Hermione, as she waddled to the bed, sitting on the edge.

“The Father?” questioned her father gently.

“Gave me a bank account with a ridiculous amount of money,” finished Hermione with a sigh. “He blames himself for everything that has happened. He thinks if he stays around me, he will hurt me.”

“Is he right?” murmured her father warily, and he rubbed her hands between his own strong ones. “Tell us everything.”

And Hermione did. The talk went long into the night and through to the morning, and she could tell that her parents were tired. “Why don’t you go to bed,” smiled Hermione suddenly, “you look exhausted.”

Both of her parents protested halfheartedly and then rose up to go to their own rooms.

“Mom? Just so you know, I do love him, and I will love this baby, no matter what it is,” whispered Hermione fiercely.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way for you, sweet pea,” responded Jane and she kissed her forehead, walking to the door.


The birth happened not more then three days later. For a birth it was remarkably fast, and efficient but Pompfrey was not surprised given the birth mother was unnaturally so. The child was a beautiful healthy boy with pale, blond hair and large amber eyes, with thick dark lashes.

Hermione fell asleep almost immediately after holding the child. The nurse scooped the child up from the mother’s arms and brought it to the father who was standing in the next room.

“She’s not hurt, is she?” hissed Draco in a panic, almost blindly seeing the baby, sitting in her arms.

“Ms. Granger is fine,” murmured the nurse and she held the child out to Draco, and he took the baby from her, staring into his eyes. Hermione’s beautiful eyes. Draco smiled slightly as the baby blew bubbles at his face. “What did she name him?”

“Devan Phillip Malfoy,” whispered the nurse, with a wary look.

Draco nodded absently, his fingertip tracing the baby’s forehead with a finger. “He frowns just like Hermione.”

“Good sir!” exclaimed Frank Granger. “I was not aware you were familiar with our daughter, we shall have to tell her that her friend is responsible for our release and being restored to her.”

Jane watched him curiously for a moment and then her gaze darkened thoughtfully, she held out her arms to Draco and he handed the child to her. “I have a beautiful grandson, don’t I?” Her eyes never deviated from his face.

“Yes, very handsome. He will be a troublemaker, I have no doubt of it,” replied Draco, with a thin smile as Jane stared hard at him.

“Excuse me, I have some business to attend too,” murmured Draco quietly. He nodded to them both, casting a quick look at the child, and he turned on his heel rapidly making his way down the hospital corridor.

“Mum?” cried Hermione from her bed. “Do you have Devan?”

Her parents filled the doorway, with Devan in their arms. “Yes, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you were acquainted with our rescuer, darling,” Jane smiled and gently cradled Devan back in her arms.

“I am?” questioned Hermione bewildered.

“Actually, I am positively certain you are, He has blond hair, beautiful features, and silver eyes?”

“Oh bullocks, that were the father, weren’t it,” murmured Frank Granger.

“Yes, dear,” smiled Jane as she looked affectionately at Frank.

“Draco was here?! Why?”

“To look at the child, I would wager,” murmured Jane as she sat down.

“But he hasn’t been seen for weeks,” replied Hermione stubbornly.

“He was the one who found us, Hermione. That’s probably why he had been gone,” pointed out Jane, and she smiled down at her grandson.

“He was very handsome,” Jane said carefully, noting the color flooding into Hermione’s cheeks.

“Yeah, too bad he is a thickhead,” griped Hermione and she stroked the child’s soft blond hair.

Jane and Frank said nothing but merely offered their moral support for their daughter who obviously had a lot of work cut out for her.

Two weeks later, Hermione decided she would take a few classes and catch up to classes through private studies. It was the first day of the new school year, and she was excited to show up to the great hall and see it restored to its former glory. Her mother and father watched Devan through all of her classes and she dedicated free periods to avoid the child from getting hungry.

Without the child, her mind thought of only one thing. Of Draco, of how much it hurt that he was gone, how he abandoned her, supposedly for her own good. She thought of how he had been to see their child but not to see her. Hermione felt a sorrow deep inside, almost as though her heart was fragmenting into a million pieces, and she was sure it would never be right again.

“Hermione!” exclaimed Ginny, Mariah and Luna.

Hermione felt a rush of gratitude for her friends and she hugged them back. “How are you guys?”

Mariah shrugged slightly, her eyes downcast. “Just waiting for this year to get over with. I cannot wait to graduate and get out of this place,” whispered Mariah, and Hermione felt sorry for her.

“Is Snape back?” Hermione looked at her drawn and pale face.

“Professor Snape,” declared a silky tone behind them.

Luna groaned and turned to look at Professor Severus Snape standing there in all his former glory. He obviously had been reverted to his old self, however, there were differences, His hair was not greasy, but was black as ever, and his skin was pale but not drawn and haggard. He looked younger, perhaps around twenty-five, maybe twenty-seven. His dark eyes were sparkling with malice and he no longer looked on the edge of death. Being the owner of the Elder wand certainly helped him out.

“Five points from Gryffindor, for mere cheek,” smirked Snape and he swept past them, his robes billowing past him.

“OOOh… he is soooo…” hissed Hermione, fisting her hands.

“Beautiful?” muttered Mariah, and she clutched her books to her side. “See you guys later, Slytherin house calls.”

“She should be resorted,” declared Ginny, with a frown. Mariah trudged off towards the opposite tables to them.

“I agree,” sighed Hermione and she took a seat at the dining hall, watching as the new students filled in.

Unlike every year, the students were not young, but some from Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons, to make up for the missing students on the roster. The schools had combined. This would be a long sorting.

While the kids began to be sorted, Ginny and Hermione caught up.

“How’s Devan?” queried Ginny with a smile, watching the students file in.

Hermione smiled. “You have to come see him later; he is devastatingly brilliant at only two weeks.”

“Did you expect any less?” grinned Ginny.

Hermione’s eyes followed the teachers up to the podium when Professor McGonagall rose up to speak after the sorting had finished.

“Good evening students. This year will obviously be different from former years, due to recent events. We have an influx of new teachers that I would like to introduce. Firstly, the new Quidditch Coach, Blaise Zabini!”

The entire Slytherin house cheered loudly this time, as well as other houses. Zabini stood up and gave a mocking smile to Ginny, and bowed to the Great Hall.

“Also new to our staff, Professor of Herbology, Neville Longbottom,” boomed McGonagall.

The Gryffindor house burst into cheers, and Luna whistled through her fingers, turning Neville bright red.


“Also, last but not least, our new Defense against the Dark Arts Professor, Draco Malfoy.” The hall fell silent and then suddenly Slytherin burst into cheer, clapping and hollering, before McGonagall gave them all a death look.


Draco stood up and bowed, his pale hair had grown longer in his absence. His shoulders seemed broader and his eyes seemed colder, and more distant then before. His pale hair slide forward when he bowed all the girls in Slytherin sighed dreamily.

Snape rolled his eyes in disgust, as did Hermione.

“Wow, Draco looks different almost. Especially as a teacher. Almost more forbidden, and attractive,” murmured Luna, and Ginny shoved her elbow in her side.

Hermione however, was completely transfixed, her mouth slightly ajar, as she stared hungrily at Draco. Draco’s eyes landed on her and he gave her a stiff nod, and turned back to Snape, who was sitting next to him.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the group of them and smiled faintly. Hermione noticed that he still had the sparklers from his youth and had not changed them back at all. Headmistress McGonagall finished her beginning of the year speech and the food arrived. Most of the students simply ate and talked, catching up with each other.

Hermione felt displaced without her best friends, and something felt a bit sad that Harry could not be here. Kingsley already offered him an internship and he had accepted. Nia and he were married immediately, and now he was spending time with her remaining relatives in India for the next month.
Really, the loneliness was beginning to take hold inside her.


Hermione looked beautiful, just radiant. She was laughing with the others, almost unaware of how hard it was for him to not be next to her touching her, smelling her. Draco cursed under his breath and stabbed a piece of turkey. Snape looked at him with amusement.

“Such colorful language from a Professor at Hogwarts,” murmured Snape silkily.

“I cannot believe I allowed you to talk me into this,” hissed Draco under his breath. “She is right bloody there.”

“Your wife will always be right bloody there. Isn’t that the point of one?” Snape wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Oh, by the by, does she realize what you pulled with that little stunt at Gringotts?”

“Nah, Bill says, he was sure she didn’t read the fine print,” muttered Draco, forking a bit of mashed potato into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Do you think she will hate me for it?”

“No, witches love it when you take away all their options,” murmured Snape sarcastically. “Who needs future happiness, when you can have a lifetime of galleons?”

“It was for her own good,” Draco slammed the table with his fist and rose up, stalking away from Snape.

Snape rolled his eyes and stared out at the Great Hall, sipping his wine. His eyes caught on Mariah, who was pushing her food around her plate, with a disinterested air.

“We are all fools,” grimaced Snape and he tossed down his napkin, and strode from the Great Hall, in a flurry of black robes, and menace.

Mariah and Luna made their way over to the Gryffindor table after the Great Hall became more segregated. Hermione stared across at the girls, her eyes dark with thought. “I am sick of playing by the rules; all these wizards think they are so much cleverer then us,” declared Hermione, her brows drawn together, thinking of Draco.

“Not Neville,” chimed Luna.

“Or Blaise,” replied Ginny.

Hermione quirked an eyebrow and sighed. “But you will at least help me and Mariah, then wont you?”

“Oh yes!” exclaimed the girls vehemently.

“Good. Good girl, Hermione Granger is gone forever. These men are going to pay for playing God with us. They think they know better, but they have no idea what we witches are capable of,” purred Hermione, and Mariah suddenly felt better then she had for the last three months.

“I am so in,” replied Mariah, with a dark smile.

Luna, Ginny and Hermione laughed.

It was going to be a very interesting year.





Uh oh, Draco and Sev, you are in for some trouble.


Let me know what you think,


Cheers, Rei.