A/N - I own nothing.

Set in the Marauder Era. Hermione and Ginny find their way into another world, one very similar to theirs, but with slight differences.

Pairings: HG/RL and GW/SB

Thanks to my beta - Michy Drarry Shipper for agreeing to Beta yet another one of my stories :D

Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley were the last ones left.

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix were long dead. Harry Potter was dead. The Weasleys were all gone. Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, even the house elves. They were all gone. Taken down during battle, fighting in desperation for their lives, and to save the Wizarding World.

But Hermione and Ginny were kept alive. As they watched the members die, in front of their eyes, they were the only ones left standing. They waited for the curse that would end their lives, but were stunned instead, only to be taken to Voldemort.

Had they known about what would happen, that they would be the last two left alive, they would have turned their wands on each other at the same time. They should have talked about what they would do if they failed, but no-one wanted to think about that being a possibility.

If they had just had a moment to send a killing curse at each other, they wouldn't have spent the last couple of years being tortured by the Death Eaters.

The girls hadn't gone down easily, but Hermione blamed herself. Watching Remus get hit by the curse aimed at her, him dying at her feet, she had just wanted to drop to the floor and hold him, but she didn't, she couldn't. There had been Death Eaters all around them, and they had still had to fight. Remus had been the only one left standing with her and Ginny, and with just the two of them against nine Death Eaters, they had had no chance of winning.

For hours at a time, day after day, they experienced so many different forms of torture, designed to make them change sides, give up secrets or drive them slowly insane.

But there were no secrets to give up, they would rather die than change sides, and they feared that they were close to becoming insane. They lived on next to no sleep, tortured to the point of near death, and then healed and given potions, just so they could endure it and live through it all over again, hours later.

They hoped one day they might even be allowed to die, and both girls were living for that day to arrive. There was nothing left to fight for.

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Voldemort sat on his throne and looked at the girls bound in chains and rags in front of him. The Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter and everything the girls stood for, were all long gone, yet they refused to bow to him.

He had thought of every way to torture them, including binding them into a pensive, forcing them to watch the people they loved die over and over. That was his favourite form of torture, as he could watch the Order break, each member, every Professor at the school, until Harry died at his feet and Voldemort rose to power. He relived his greatest moments, and they relived their worst.

But what Voldemort didn't know was that each girl had their own memory that hurt them even more, the memory that their hearts ripped out and forced them to watch the men they loved die. They had lost everything in that battle, but that didn't mean they had much to live for that day.

"Mudblood and Blood Traitor, I have a gift for you both," he hissed at them, with an evil smile on his lips. "Bring them to the mirror," he ordered and a death eater grabbed them by the arms and forced them in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Voldemort's latest find.

"Look at yourselves," he ordered. "See what remains of you. Nothing. You are both nothing."

The girls stayed silent.

"Everything you see around you, everything you want or desire, right there in front of you, but you're both here alone. There is nobody left, nobody to come and save you. You'll stay here forever, until my Death Eaters are kind enough to kill you."

Voldemort's voice was full of glee as he told them this, and the girls didn't move. Their eyes stayed on the floor, not daring to look up at the mirror.

"And what you want – you'll never have it. Tell me, Mudblood, what do you see?"

Hermione refused to look at the mirror. She knew exactly what she'd see there. She knew that she would be punished later for this, but she couldn't bring herself to look into those amber eyes again. Behind her she heard Voldemort's angry tones

"Imperio."

Hermione and Ginny both looked into the mirror.

She saw her family and her friends, she saw the man she loved who dragged her away at the end of the battle, who died for her. She saw everything she once had. The imperio had been lifted, but neither could tear their eyes away.

"Tell me what you see!" Voldemort demanded, and Hermione kept her mouth shut and her eyes on the mirror.

Voldemort's newest form of torture. It showed the girls what they wanted, but could never have. He had found a way to break them even further, and from the looks on their faces, he knew the Mirror had been a brilliant idea.

"Crucio," Voldemort hissed, and Hermione's body shook with the overused curse. She managed to stay on her feet, but her legs threatened to give out from under her.

Ginny was asked the same, and endured the same torture, and when Voldemort stopped, she tried not to cling to Hermione.

There was only a moment for them to recover, before the pain from the next curse went through both their bodies, and they joined hands, holding on as best they could, hoping to gain the tiniest bit of comfort from each other at the faces of everyone they loved, and the pain shooting through them.

The curse was lifted and the girls looked into the mirror again, the familiar faces bringing them a slight bit of comfort.

"Make them tell me," Voldemort hissed, and a couple of Death Eaters stepped forward, yanking both girls back by their hair, and forcing Veritaserum down their throats.

"What do you see?" Voldemort hissed.

"I see everyone I love surrounding me. My family, Harry, Remus, Sirius, the rest of the Order and the Weasley family," Hermione replied, in a monotone.

"I see the same as Hermione," Ginny said, her voice sounding as lifeless as Hermione's did.

They watched the figures surrounding them, smiling sadly at them, and the images faded to show two of the Marauders. The ones they loved, the ones that had died right before their eyes. Sirius standing behind Ginny, and Remus behind Hermione, their arms over the girls. Hermione wished with all her heart that she could feel that arm around her. Their faces looked destroyed as they looked at the girls.

Slowly Remus and Sirius de-aged, until they were in their 20's, and the girls stared at the handsome men standing before them. Remus reached out a hand, as though offering it to Hermione, and she gave in to the urge to touch that hand.

Voldemort's joyful, cruel laugh sounded behind her, but she didn't care anymore. She reached her hand out to the glass to touch Remus' and her fingers went through slightly, and she felt a tugging sensation, similar to the feeling of apparition.

She pulled back slowly, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Her gaze moved up to Ginny's through the mirror, who's eyes had gone wide, as she had seen what had happened.

"Touch his hand, Ginny," she whispered as quietly as possible. "On three."

She squeezed Ginny's hand three times.

Hermione let out a whimper, hope filling her for the first time in years, and she touched the glass again, Ginny doing the same. Ginny squeezed Hermione's hand as they pushed their hands through and let their bodies follow, the sounds of Voldemort screaming for someone to grab them following, and the sound of curses, narrowly missing them.

They hit the ground in agony.

"Are we free?" Ginny sobbed, clutching Hermione's arm and Hermione looked around and her gaze fell on a man sitting at a desk.

A familiar man.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione said, shocked.

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