I looked at myself in the mirror, So much has happened in the past Six years. Hermione Granger died last year at the Ministry. Or so everyone thought. I had somehow lived. Bellatrix fired the killing curse at me. Not to long after when I made my way home I found it a mess and destroyed. My parents were dead as well. The only one that knew I was alive was my best friend, since year one. A friend that I technically wasn't suppose to be friends with because he and I were "enemy's". Together we made a plan.

FLASHBACK

I rounded the corner of the deserted streets of Diagon Alley. Keeping the hood of my cloak up so know one would recongize me. I looked past another corner, Deatheaters were everywhere, Shops destroyed, the usually bright town was dark and dismal. I squeazed my self into a small area and waited on bated breath as the men in masks walked past the area I was just in.

"Hey go find your own place to hide," a voice whipsered.

I froze, the blood draining from my body. I knew that voice anywhere.

"Are you daft, leave!" he sternly whispered.

I pulled my hood off my head and turned to face him. I needed help and I couldn't survive out here on my own.

The light hit me just right. He inhaled a breath and shook his head. Murmuring "I shoulda known"

"Please Draco, I need your help. I'll explain everything."

He looked at my face and nodded.

"Their is a Portkey on the other side of this little space, it'll take us to the room I'm renting at the Leakey Couldron. In three we head that way. Try and Keep up Granger, I'm not boy wonder and not going to put my self in danger to save you." he said, pulling his wand out.

I glared at the back of his head, He counted down to three and took off with me right behind him. The others had heard our foot fall and were following us. Draco turned his head grabbed my hand and pulled me a long faster. We made it to the portkey without a minute to spare. I felt the tug and found myself inside a spacious room.

I let go of Draco's hand and put both of mine onto my knees trying to catch my breath. When I stood back up he was staring at me. Before I could say a word he pulled me in to a bone crushing hug.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked.

" Tell me what you know first," I said, sitting on his bed, looking up at him.

He sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. " Father and dear Aunt Bellatrix came home that night, arguing. He was questioning what happened to one of you. At first I thought they were talking about she-weasel. Until I heard "Mudblood" and "Granger house". I know they searched for you, killed your parents and never found you. Father says that you just simply disappared. But over the last year they couldn't find you so, it stuck that you were dead. Our side celebrated, one of the Golden Trio was gone. I didnt stay though. I was depressed, I was at your funeral ya know. I thought I lost you."

He looked at me, ushering me to spill.

" Bellatrix hit me with the killing curse. But for someone reason it didn't Kill me as you can see. My body vanished I guess because if I was there my friends sure as hell would of taken my body back. I woke up hours later alone and confused. I remember being hit with it but I didn't know why I was still alive. I stayed at this Muggle hotel for a good week. I got the prophet a few days after I checked in. My death was the front page. I tried getting ahold of Harry, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys but everytume I sent a letter they sent one back saying it wasn't funny and if they ever found out who was sending them they would hex them to Oblivion. When I tried returning home I saw my house was destroyed and my parents gone. It was then that I realized that maybe the Deatheaters were still after me. So I've been on the run. In and out of Muggle and wizarding neighborhoods. I came here because I hadn't stayed yet and didn't know about them running the town. " I finished pacing the floor, his eyes following me.

"You look like shit to be honest," he said, sighing and rubbing his temples.

"Yes, because every girl want's to be told that," I said, I felt tears brim my eye lids and fall over. " I don't know what I'm suppose to do," I sobbed, into my hands.

"Hey, 'Mione I'm sorry, we'll figure something out together I promise. I know this though. You can't keep running. You need to go somewhere safe and the only place I know that's the safest is Hogwarts," Draco said, pulling me into a massive hug.

"How Draco how? I can't go back, everyone thinks I'm dead. We can't use magic we aren't 17 yet and still have the trace on us. What do you propose two 16 year old kids do?" I asked.

"Let me worry about that. Let's get you cleaned up, fed and rested. We'll talk about it later." he said.

He handed me a pair of muggle basketball shorts and a long sleve white shirt. He pointed me to the bathroom.

The next day Draco had rented out the room for the next week for me to stay in. Told me he had to get things in order. To stay put, room service would bring food up breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never thought that at the end of the week he would of brought Blaise Zabani to me.

"What the Hell Draco! I trusted you, and betrayed my trust by bringing one Blaise Zabani to me. Do you think? Forget that, I have to go. I can't stay held up in this room any longer with the likes of you," I spat.

Draco grabbed my arm and held me their.

"Just listen will ya? Calm down, Blaise and I have thought up a plan," he said, looking in to my eyes.

I sighed and shook my head, but used my free hand to motion for them to explain.

" How about I start Draco? It would make some more sense." Blaise started, looking at me, then Draco. The blonde nodded and pulled me to sit on his bed. " First off, my family has nothing to do with Voldemort or any of his followers, we are strictly neutral ground. We also do not hold any blood predujuces. I just went a long with this loser over here to fit in. Anyways, Draco came to me a few days ago. Told me the story. As you said what can two 16 year olds do? Well adding a third isn't much better. So we went to my mother. She had a feeling that you were still around, but didn't want to cause any suspision going out to look for you. Anyways our plan is disguise you. With a glamour charm, changing some of your features. It's light magic and it's hard to trace." Blaise finished.

"We are you going with this?" I asked.

"Well we were thinking that you can pretend to be a realitive to one of us. Since I can't trust my father or my Aunt it can't be me. It'd have to be Blaise." Draco added.

" Okay, but again who am I suppose to be?" I asked.

"Layla Rosealine Zabani, my older sister that was going to Beauxbatons, up until last year when.. when she was killed a quiditch game went wrong. A bludger hit her in mid air in the head and she fell thousands of feet. She had brain damage and internal bleeding and the nurse couldn't get to her fast enough. She would of been in her 7th year this year. My mother has already handled pretty much everything except the glamour charm. No one outside of my family knew I had a sister. So your safe there." Blaise said, a few tears building up.

"I am so sorry Blaise I had no idea. I'm in, you have to tell me everything she was into what she was like so I can turn myself into her. We have a month before the term starts. So let's go. I owe you all so much. You just don't understand." I said, hugging Blaise then Draco.

The boys nodded, a day later I found myself face to face with Alec and Maddaline Zabani who pulled me into a hug, telling me things would be alright.

End of FLASHBACK.

My reflection showed a light skinned girl with black hair that curled down to her waist and green eyes that seemed to glow. Tomorrow started the day where I would go back to Hogwarts. Back to my friends who wouldn't know who I was.