I'm going to say sorry now okay? I know that I'll make spelling mistakes and what not, but there's something else:

I don't live in London, or even on the same continent, so I know that they're going to a muggle school in London, but im writing the school like my high school in Australia. So, to anyone who is London, or there about, you'll probably have some different things to us. Sorry again! Ill write it as best as I can! I PROMISE

The Prime Minister looked down out a large window at the city below him. Only some buildings had little blocks of light now, and every now and then, a shadow crossed past. It was a full moon tonight, giving the city a silver glow which rebounded on surfaces. In the distance, the Prime Minister could hear the horn of a car, and the head lights of few cars were gliding about the streets.

This was exactly how London should be at 1:30 in the morning.

The Prime Minister was awake for only one reason; another minister had asked him to meet him at this ridiculous hour, but he had no idea why. He had been waiting there for two hours now, and was starting to get board and angry.

Just as the Prime Minister was considering leaving a note on his oak desk, someone appeared out of thin air before him.

This someone had a lime green bola hat, and a pin striped cloak. This man stood there, looked around then smiled when his eyes set on the Prime Minister.

"Ahh, sorry im a little late there, but things to do you know." Cornelius Fudge smiled at the Prime Minister and sat in a vacant seat.

"Yes…I had nothing to do anyway." The Minister said, but gave it away by yawning.

"Right well, down to business. I believe muggles have a system were they hide other muggles…a Whiteness Protection Program is it?" Fudge asked politely, now taking his hat off.

"Erm…We have a Witness Protection Program." The minister said thinking.

"Yes, yes, that's the one. Anyway, I need two young witch and wizard entered." Fudge continued.

The Prime Minister looked at him. Fudge seamed to think that the Witness Protection Program was some sort of game. Well, he would have to set the record straight, right now.

"It is not a game, sir. It is very dangerous and important. You would be wrong to think that it is some sort of game to be cut off from your friends and family." Fudge only blinked. "Besides, don't you have your own sort of…of…stuff for this kind of thing?"

"What? Hiding people? Well, yes we do but the people they'd be hiding from are witches and wizards. Remember He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? He and his followers would gladly want to get their hands on one, and a good friend of mine wants the wizard in there because he thinks I'd like to get at him…well, he's right but…"

"Hold on, hold on!" Fudge was speaking way to fast for the Minister to understand. "You want two of your…kind in our Protection Program, even though you have your own sort of thing? And these two are hiding from people like them?"

"Well, yes." Fudge looked determined.

"I…i…oh alright. But if I hear that they put the families they are with in danger, then they're out on the street."

Fudge looked confused about the 'Out on the street' bit, but he nodded, shook the Prime ministers hand and went with a slight pop.

"Granger, Draco, to Professor Dumbledore now." Professor Snape barked in the potions lesson.

Hermione Granger looked over had Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, her to best friends, puzzled.

"What could you have possibly done?" Ron asked wondering. "It's only the first day back!"

Hermione shrugged and packed up quickly.

On the other side of the dungeon, Draco Malfoy was wondering to himself why on Merlin's Earth Dumbledore would want to see him.

"Draco, why does Dumbledore want to see you?" Pansy Parkinson asked cooing him slightly.

"How should I know what that old crack pot wants?" Draco snapped, but only loud enough so she could hear him.

He got his things and walked towards the door just as Hermione reached it.

"After you." Malfoy said in mock politeness.

"Oh no, ladies first" Hermione replied.

"Hurry up you two!" Snape snapped.

Despite Hermione's insult, Draco went through the door first and continued walking, not looking back at her grinning face.

Hermione chuckled to herself the whole way to Dumbledore's office, and when she went up the stone gargoyle, after Draco, she met up with him on the landing. Malfoy seamed to be waiting, but he had his eyes closed and he was listening intently.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Shh for once in your life Granger." Draco snapped quietly. "Someone's talking about us."

Hermione pursed her lips because he was eavesdropping, but kept quiet and waited trying not to listen.

After about five minuets, there was a faint pop from inside the room and the door in front of them swung open. Hermione got up off the ground and walked in. Draco followed and stopped when he reached Dumbledore who was sitting behind his desk, peering at them through his speckles.

"Please, sit." He mentioned to the chairs in front of him.

Hermione sat and Draco did, but pulled his chair away from her slightly more.

"I suppose you're wondering why I've called you hear on your first day back. Don't worry, you haven't broken any school rules." If Dumbledore thought that was meant to relax them a little, he was wrong- in fact, it only made them tenser. "And you wont have a chance to either."

"Are we being expelled!" Malfoy asked outraged.

"And before our NEWTS!" Hermione added.

"No, no, you are not being expelled-"

"well then-"

"Please, let me finish." Dumbledore begged and continued. "You are not being expelled but you wont be here either. You will be living with muggle families and be attending muggle educational schools."
"they teach muggles magic?" Malfoy asked rising an eye brow.

"no Malfoy, they learn the basics of every day life like mathematics, history of their kind, languages, that sort of thing."

"Oh"

"Yes well, you'll be attending that until further notice."

"but why?" Hermione asked.

"Because Miss. Granger you both have been marked. The dark side wants you, because of your closeness to Mr. Potter, and the good side wants Mr. Malfoy because of his closeness to the dark side and Voldermort."

"But I thought there was no place safer then Hogwarts." Hermione said, her brain subconsciously registering the fact that she was marked as a victim.

"It is Miss. Granger, as it will always be, but you would be safer in the muggle London."

"But if you're fighting for the 'good side'," Malfoy asked, "why don't you just give me up?"

"Because Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said, turning to look at him with blazing blue eyes, "I do not believe it is fair to use children or, indeed, teenagers to deal with adult issues. You will have your part, and you'll help, but not yet, as it is far too dangerous."

"But why keep us together sir? Wouldn't it be safer to split us up?" Hermione questioned.

"No, because if you are close together most times, then if either side comes for you, then they'll have each other to deal with and leave you enough time to get out of the way and out of sight." Dumbledore answered, smiling a little.

Hermione imagined Voldermort and his followers for a second, then Fudge and his men, coming at her and Malfoy who were in the middle. Then sparks fly as the two sides attack each other. Well, it did make sense to keep them together, as they would be keeping each other alive.

"When are we going?" Malfoy asked, trying not to imagine himself with a family of dirty old muggles in a house that smelled like cats or over cooked meat.

"Tomorrow morning, on the Hogwarts Express."

"How is all this possible?" Hermione asked frowning.

"You'll be entering the Witness Protection Program." Dumbledore said.

"But…but…that means we-"

"Yes, you can't have any contact with old friends, or family, you'll be given new names, family and probably friends. Only one person will be contacting you, and that is me. "

"Well, if you can, why can't anyone else?" Malfoy said.

"Because I know other ways, besides owls to communicate Mr. Malfoy so its safer. You will quiet like the muggles that they've picked out for you."

Malfoy snorted disbelieving.

There was a pop, and the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge was standing just behind Hermione, his bola hat in his hand.

"Ahh Fudge, back so soon?" Dumbledore asked smiling pleasantly.

"Yes well, it doesn't take long to organize another identity for them. Muggles work faster then I thought."

This was the same thing on Malfoy's mind.

"Right well, Miss. Granger, you are now Miss. Abby Forewell, and Mr. Malfoy, you are now Mr. Jason Gibbs. I was told to give you these." Fudge handed them each a small folder. "They say a little about your past. Now, the families that you're going to have been given some story about you, its all in that folder. Good day and good luck" fudge disappeared with a pop and was gone.

"well, you're bags are packed and ready to go. Remember, you cannot tell your friends about any of this. Simply tell them that its about academic achievements. Tomorrow, meet in the great hall and I shall escort you to the station in Hogsemade. Good day."

"Doubt it." Malfoy muttered as he rose and left, the folder that Fudge had given him held loosely in one hand.

"Sir, are we expected to look out for each other?" Hermione answered, gesturing to Malfoy's retreating back.

"Yes, I would think so, as you will be keeping each other alive." Dumbledore answered.

Hermione smiled and walked out, bidding him good bye and went to find Harry and Ron who should be in the great hall for lunch.

Indeed, Harry and Ron were in the great hall and they were both eating pie and drinking pumpkin juice. When Hermione sat next to them, they immediately burst with questions about what Dumbledore wanted.

"It was just something to do with my studies." Hermione answered brushing their questions off.

Harry and Ron didn't buy this for a second, but as it was clear that Hermione would say no more on the subject, they dropped it. Ron noticed the folder and was thinking of grabbing it and reading it when Hermione took it off the table, said she was going outside and left them staring after her.

Draco didn't go to the hall, not really in the mood to be questioned or eat. So, thinking some fresh air would help him think how he was going to get through all this, he headed out into the court yard, after quickly ducking back to his dormitory to hide the folder.

But he was shocked when he saw his friends already out there, talking in a group. They spotted him and called him over. It was too late to pretend that he hadn't seen them so he was resigned to the fact that he had to sit with them.

They were snorting and sniggering about something when Draco drew closer.

"Hey Draco, look!" pansy said patting his shoulder and pointing to Hermione who was on the other side of the court yard reading her folder.

"Let's take it off her…it doesn't look like a book…come on, what is it? Let's get it and read it!" Blaize was saying to Draco who was thinking of what to do.

Before Draco could think of something, Blaize had got up, walked over to Hermione and sat next to her and put his arm around her. The Slytherins snorted with laughter and watched.

Hermione closed the folder when Blaize sat next to her, and gave him a death glare when he put his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, what are you reading?" Blaize asked slyly.

"Nothing of importance to trash." Hermione answered shrugging his arm off.

"Oh hey now, don't be like that." Blaize said, pouting. He got up and snatched he folder.

In an instant, the Slytherin group was over there and were taunting Hermione who was glaring at them and shouting.

Malfoy walked over calmly and asked for the folder from pansy who gave it to him without question.

Looking at the folder that had remained closed, Malfoy opened it, and Hermione distinctly saw him wink at her, but no one else noticed.

He looked down at the folder, snorted and gave it back to Hermione.

'What was it Draco?" Pansy asked.

"Some sort of made up quiz." Malfoy said saying the first thing that came to his mind.

"Oh." The Slytherins looked disappointed that it was something interesting.

"Thankyou" Hermione mouthed when the Slytherins had their backs on her except Malfoy.

Draco smirked and then headed over to his friends.

"Why did you give it back? We could have quizzed her." A Slytherin asked.

"Because there was no use. She probably knows the answers and the questions off by heart." Malfoy answered back, not looking at anyone.

Hermione was a little confused as to why Malfoy had helped her, but let it go as she returned to reading the folder.

According got this folder, her family were in the protection program but the person they were hiding from found them, but 'Abby' had been at a friends house and returned home to find her family dead in the living room. She was now going to live with a family, called the Moores who had no children. The folder said that Hermione was allowed to tell them what happened, as in the muggle world, there was no real threat. It also told her that she was getting a make-over to look a little different.

She sighed, not sure this was a good idea. She would, personally feel safer with Harry and Ron, but she had no choice.

The bell rang, and Hermione put the folder in her bag and went to join Harry and Ron in waiting in line for charms.

After classes, Draco went to the hall, ate a quick meal and went to his dormitory early, with the excuse that he was tired and wanted an early night. The real reason was, of course, to read the folder. He was curious about his new life, at least for the time being, and wanted to see what his background is. When he walked into the deserted dormitory, he pulled out his want, put a silencing charm on his bed curtains and disappeared behind them, lit his wand and began to read.

The folder said he was born in London, no brothers or sisters, but parents who were highly respected in modern society. According to this, his parents were at home one night on his 'birthday' when someone had broken in and had killed both his parents directly in front of him. The man wasn't wearing a mask so 'Jason' had gotten a clear look at him. Neighbors had heard the gun shots and the class braking so had called the police. The sirens were head and the robber vowed to come back and finish 'Jason' off.

Now he was in the witness protection program and had been moved to some town out of London's main drag and was going to live with a family that had no children but two loving people.

"Well, that's what the folder says anyway." Malfoy muttered to himself.

Draco really, really didn't want to go. To think, he was meant to look out for Hermione, and she was him…ewww!

"This better not be some sort of joke to get us together." Malfoy muttered as he extinguished his wand and went to sleep.

Hermione was in the great hall still with Harry and Ron, talking and eating this dinner. Hermione hadn't thought much on the folder or her 'new life' since lunch because a lump rose in her throat every time she thought of not being with Harry and Ron. And the fact that she was in danger.

She briefly wondered what Dumbledore would say when people noticed she and Draco were missing, but decided that was up to him and not her.

Thinking that tomorrow was going to be a big day, or a different day, either on, Hermione bid Harry and Ron good night, and, to their amazement, hugged them both before walking out of the hall, head bowed, hoping no one was noticing the tears that were streaming down her face.

In her dormitory, Hermione looked at her packed trunk and Crookshanks who was sitting in his cage, not looking too pleased with his new sleeping arrangements.

"I'm sorry, Crookshanks, but I have no choice." Hermione cooed through the cage bars, as she slipped a cat treat through them, hoping that her cat wasn't going to rip her hands off. But, he didn't, only he simply took and ate the treat then stood as high as the cage would let him, turned around and faced the other way.

Hermione was now down hearted- her cat was mad at her and she was going to leave here for a while…well, how ever long this thing lasts…it could be forever! She decided not to think about it and got into her pjs, and went to bed.