Hermione knew that something was wrong as soon as she opened her eyes. She sighted and reached out for her wand, which was lying on the pillow beside her, in the double-sized bed she had been given as an extra privilege for being one of the four head students of Hogwarts.

She attempted to cast a simple Tempus, to see what time it was, but her magic reacted in the most extraordinary way, and ended up showing the time of every single timeline around the world, plus the exact amount of human beings, species and plants, worldwide. Hermione looked at the show, puzzled, as she was not quite sure of, what to do.

Finally she made up her mind and waved her wand to make the numbers disappear (along with all the numbers in every single book she had, but she ignored the fact), before she sat up and went towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. She changed her mind, though; as she realized that she would need to do magic to even turn the damn thing on, so she went back to her room where she looked around for some clean clothes that were not lying in the wardrobe, as she had locked her diary away inside it.

There were, of course no clean clothes lying around in her deeply maroon room with gold linings, as it was spotlessly clean, and she did not feel up to going out in public, wearing only her slytherin green and silver nightgown and black panties. Thus, she decided to call her fellow head students for a bit of help. She walked out into her private common room, and bend down at the fireplace, where she picked up a very small amount of floo powder which she threw into the fire with the word "Luna Lovegood".

After a small conversation, Luna arrived with a not entirely pretty dress, shaped as a christmas tree and which changed colors for every step Hermione took, so she managed to get Luna to transform it into a simple gray t-shirt and a pair of muggle jeans, which did not suit Hermione as much as her normal clothes. But she thanked the other girl before running out of the door towards the headmaster's office as fast as possible.

As she ran, her thoughts began to think of all the possibilities which could have an actual effect on her, and she quickly rejected every possibility of blood-related diseases and inheritances. She knew that not a single person on her entire family had ever had even the slightest bit of magic inside them, before she came along, that was… The other options was; either she had been cursed or poisoned without ever noticing, she was pregnant (a very natural cause of wild or uncontrolled magic for women, although Hermione could rule that one out for sure as she was pretty sure, she was not to be the new Virgin Mary), she had just become sick with a natural disease, or…

The last option she could think of was, that she had been picked as a magic creature's destined mate, a thing that happened very rarely and caused the mate to receive somewhat near unlimited power from the partner. But that was not an option either, as the creature would have had to have touched her at least once, and she would have to know who it was, and she did not know any-

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted as a flash of silver-white ran into her from the opposite hallway, heading for the same direction as her, and causing her to fall and land into the corner of the hall. She let out a sharp cry of pain, before sinking into unconsciousness.

When Hermione opened her eyes she had no idea of, where she was. But as she looked around her she recognized the hallway and remembered what had happened. She spotted a person lying on the floor across the hall, and stood up to walk towards the person, only to fall over in pain before making a diagnosis on herself; "At least one broken rib, a bruised leg and a dislocated shoulder" she said to herself. She looked at the other person once again and tried to identify him, but found it impossible to do, as his facial features were covered in blood, and his hair was dripping with the same crimson liquid. Hermione suddenly felt a hard pull in her chest, it pulled towards the hurt boy.

She felt strength build up inside her and managed to pull herself over to the boy only to discover the fact, that his pulse was nowhere to be found. "Oh, please, God, no!" Hermione cried, as she realized the meaning of this. She pulled her wand in a last desperate attempt to wake the young man, who she finally recognized as Draco Malfoy, her fellow head student, before giving into sorrow and feeling the tears slowly glide down her face, only to land upon his, washing blood away in small stripes down his cheeks.

She did not feel anything as her hand raised, wand within it, to point straight at Draco's heart. Nor did she feel her mouth moving or hear the ancient words flowing freely from her mind. And she never saw the blurred light of silver and violet which seemed to consume the two in a cocoon of safety and healing. She did, however, notice Draco's pulse flutter like a butterfly's wings, before becoming stable, as if it had never been missing in the first place, and she did notice as his eyes opened to stare right into hers with the silver flow as if it was fluid around in his iris.

Draco could not believe what was happening. At first he had been running as fast as he could, heading for the principal's office, although he could not remember why. Suddenly he had hit someone, which caused him to fall backwards and, he was quite sure, breaking something lethal. But then he woke up, in the arms of Hermione Granger, the insufferable bookworm. She was crying and pointing her wand at him, though she seemed quite oblivious to the fact. And, as if it was not enough, they were both surrounded by this cocoon-like stream of light, which seemed to withdraw every single feeling of pain he had ever felt from his body. He smiled for a second, just a little bit, before sinking into oblivion along with his saviour, who had passed out from exhaustion. When they had both lost consciousness, three persons stepped out of the shadows, where they had been standing to watch the unusual event.

"What in Godric's name just happened here, Albus?" the tallest of the two women asked, while looking at the two youngsters as they were lying unconscious in their embrace, still with a small tint of light coming from underneath their skin.

"If I knew, Minerva, I would tell you. But it seems, even I cannot know everything, not even about my students" the man said with a sad smile, while stroking his white beard in a soothing movement, "What do you think, Poppy?" He looked at the smaller woman, who had bent down besides the two.

"They are both absolutely fine. Not even a scar left on any of them!" She looked up at Albus with huge eyes, "What does this mean?" she asked him, although she did not receive an answer.

Albus looked at the pair a last time, before taking out his wand, and levitating them to the infirmary. The two women shared a concerned look, before following him down the hallway.

A/N: This is a sudden idea I got after not having been writing for the past... months.. I hope you like it!

-Moaning Lavender