Year End

Her dreams showed her that. She did well, but she was able to do most of that from memory. Instead she spent much of her time trying to figure out what all the critical points in this history's timeline were, and how she might alter them to protect her Jamie. The fierce possessive love she felt for her brother was not a new thing for Hermione Potter. There were fuzzy memories that informed her that she had always felt this way about him. She was damned if he was going to die this time around. He was hers, and Voldemort could have him over her dead body. She was growing fonder and fonder of Lily, and she might be persuaded to someday share him with her. Maybe.