OneshotThe afterimage of War lingers long after the final battle. Thankfully, friends stay even longer. The hope that inspires the Light during the hardest times also lends them strength after. Dying, after all, is easier than Living.

Brown eyes narrowed on him. "With your abilities, I'm sure you've learned more about me than I'm comfortable with." "Oh, undoubtedly," he laughed. "But, I can't help what your magic reveals to me. It's so vibrant; I could listen to it for years and still not know all your secrets."

"You can be absurdly oblivious to the obvious sometimes," he chided without heat. Taking the opening, Hermione swallowed her apprehension and tugged lightly on his shirt. "What else have I missed?" "Why don't you tell me?," he murmured to her, the air from his words washing across her lips making the moment stretch taut between them.

The Autobots' plan is a bit different...and the person they contact is more than used to the bizarre.

(The feel of Genesis' magic buffeted gently against her. It wasn't quite comfortable-because Genesis' presence inspired a whole world of things and none of them were comfort-however, it was pleasing. Despite the fact that he always treated her as an equal, Genesis usually was the only person who could make her feel as young and small as she really was.)

Sirius stumbles upon something that brings up questions Hermione would rather not answer. After the War and all the hurt, can two people find a happiness neither one is sure they deserve?

One shot Hermione's hiding something and it's driving Harry crazy. What exactly is that on her that keeps glittering? Why is she acting so strangely?

One shot The Final Battle is upon them. What happens when three people make the ultimate sacrifice for the ones they love?