Author note at bottom.

Prologue

Enter Dark General Ginevra

The young woman stared down at the ground, lost in her thoughts. Blood was slowly dripping down her pant leg as she stood there, in silence, staring at the broken stone gargoyle.

"You think he's dead? Do you think we lost the war? Or is this just the beginning?" Water was building up in her eyes. "The beginning of the end of the wizarding world... poetic isn't it. Like something you would read in a muggle fiction. Have you read a story like that? You read lots right?"

"I prefer non-fiction, and no, I don't think he's dead. He doesn't die easily, or maybe it's because death is always busy when he's up to no good." A short, harsh laughter followed, "No matter what he did, or how many attempts were made, he never died. So I don't think he would have fallen today. Not yet at least."

"Not yet. That is our only comfort when he goes missing... Has my brother called in yet? Or is he gone too?" The woman looked up, her jaw stiff with withheld pain, "I can't bear to lose another, not another brother."

"Ginny—"

"No! Don't call me that. Ginny is the nickname I was given when I was a child, a name of happiness and joy, of laughter and innocents, not grief and pain. I have killed with this name, tortured, walked away from the needy and otherwise destroyed everything that name once stood for." Brown eyes glared unseeingly into the distance, "No, I will be Ginevra, that is the name I can destroy with. I won't cling to the past Hermione; too many people have died because of me, because I have foolishly clung to what was left. No more. Not anymore."

"Ginevra." Her companion said, as if to test the name upon her tongue, "It means fair one."

"There's nothing fair about me but my skin colour, and even that is debatable with this tan." Ginevra laughed, "See what I have become Hermione? See what this war has made me? We thought we won, that it was all over, but oh, were we ever wrong, our biggest mistake yet."

"Personally, I think our biggest mistake yet was abandoning the Seats of Power and Elder Council and turning to the Ministry of Magic. But, that happened at least a thousand years ago, however, in our life time, I would have to agree." Hermione smiled softly toward Ginevra.

"It's too early for a forbidden history lesson we've all heard before Hermione. Which reminds me, I thought we successfully had you holed up in the Merlin Archives." A light haired man said as he walked up behind them.

"I broke the lock."

"I see, I'll tell one of the muggle lock smiths to replace it then." He laughed as he patted Hermione on the back. Chatting with her like old friends, or old childhood nemesis who've grown up.

Ginevra looked away from her companions and toward the rising sun. It hurt to look at them, when she knew that they might very well be the last of the Hogwarts students, the last ones to survive a losing war. It also hurt to smile, or laugh properly, to remember faces of the past... a lot of things hurt now.

"The phoenix is rising; we should head out now while we still have a chance. Anyone in need of medical assistance will follow the medical tents into the Forbidden Forest for the day, all capable soldiers or able bodied souls will meet at the Hogwarts Lake where I want the Fourth General to meet the; The mission is retrieval, I want to see every single one of our missing comrades accounted for. Understood?" Ginevra turned around and climbed off of the stone she stood on. "I don't want to see anymore dead bodies, Malfoy."

"I'll do my best."

"Thank you."

They would continue on. Whatever remained of the once proud wizarding world would fight until the end was near and more. Whether it was the wizards, or the enemies end, was not yet clear. But Ginevra knew she would meet it on the battle field, head held high.

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So there is the prologue of what might possibly be a story.

Why have a written it? Because I desperately want to read a story where Hermione and Ginny are seen as tough women, not little followers (although JK did a wonderful job on Hermione, I saw a huge problem with Ginny). Ginny was always one dimensional, almost see through in her weaknesses, so I wanted to change that. In every fanfiction I read, Ginny might start tough, but than she ran to Harry and went gaga... so I'm putting an end to that hopefully. Any suggestions to help me out would be wonderful! Flames? Well I really don't understand them but feel free (they add to the review count and make me look good).

No this story won't focus directly on Hermione and Ginny all the time, although they are one of the main characters I will fall back on... a lot! This is a 'go back in time and fix it all' story. Please note that I haven't read any of the Harry Potter stories after Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix when my brother told me Dumbledore dies. Yeah, that ruined it for me. So help along the way is much appreciated but it is an AU after the fifth book, which is sort of obvious since it's a go back in time story.