I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection wanting desperately to ask 'who is she'. My eyes, once dull and brown had been lightened into a blue-greenish hue and the once frizzy, brown halo that crowned my head had been straightened and bleached into a platinum blonde rivaling only a Malfoy's. I looked like a ditz, a bobble-headed Barbie with nothing to occupy her head but plastic and air.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, where did Hermione Granger go?" I mused asking the person who replaced me in the mirror. No one would know who I was now, which was the point, but I couldn't help but feel stupid; I felt like Lavender Brown.

I touched my straight hair and felt –how to describe it- dirty.

This wasn't the book worm I was so used to this was a sex-goddess looking back at me, something I never really desired, "It's for the Order." I murmured out attempting to convince myself, "It's for Harry."

-No, I amended. This was for my protection, not for the order; not for Harry because even though Voldemort was killed. The deatheaters were still out there.

And Harry...He didn't make it, neither did Ron.

This train of thought always turned me into a wreak; how many tears had I cried for them…? How many times… had I thought of giving up…

We were suppose to be happy, I was suppose to live happily ever after with Ron and have Harry as a best man. Everyone saw it coming, no one would have predicted this not even a damn seer.

I wiped away at my eyes furiously, "Your strong, come on. You can do this." All I had to do was sneak into the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic and take a look at the veil. I had done it before but I had others with me last time, this time I would be all alone this was my mission.

I gulped... all alone... I liked that didn't I? Being all alone? At least I always thought I did... I would leave to go to the library to read books and be all alone.

I guess it's just harder now knowing that if I fall down, I have to pick myself back up again, I have no one to catch me.

They were my spotters, my best friends, my life, my love.

I feel broken, I guess that is the only way to describe it.

I shook my head... Anyways back to the mission, Malfoy Sr., Nott, and Avery; along with a few other Death eaters have reportedly gone through the veil. It is my mission to do a few analyses on-why? This definitely wasn't a suicide attempt, which meant that something had to be on the other side. These were the dark lords most trusted men thusly, my best bet is they're trying to find a way to make the dark lord return.

I stood up and put on a confident smile. It was fake but it would do. I had a fake I.D for my passport to the Department and a new face. This would be easy.

"... There were no witnesses to see him die and apparently no medical evidence to prove he was poisoned. At first the doctors insisted heart failure, but all tests for known diseases has come back negative. There were no entry wounds or bruises. This is truly a medical mystery, and is still being investigated."

Sam and Dean Winchester sat in front of the television in a two-star rated motel. The couch was covered in stains, the walls were almost certainly filled with asbestos and the entire room had the overbearing aroma of urine. Still they sat in front of the television, intrigued by the new unexplainable death. Dean clutched the Budweiser that sat in front of him on the table, and pulled it up to his lips guzzling it down.

The younger of the Winchester brothers' -Sam- sighed rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands, "Think it could be the demon, I mean I would have had a vision if it was wouldn't I?"

"Your visions haven't come every time the demon showed up Sammy, you didn't have one the day that dad-"

Sam visibly winced as Dean mentioned their dad, he had died a few months ago but it was still a sore subject for both of them, though Dean wouldn't admit to that unless badgered.

"I know but it just seemed things of this nature... You know the demon attacking someone out of the blue, I usually have a vision on these kind of things."

Sam's older brother nodded nonchalantly, "Well, does it matter if it's the demon or not, this is our job Sammy, hunting the supernatural."

"Yeah, our job, dad would've wanted it. We'll leave tomorrow? -Dean nodded again- Oh and Dean." Dean looked up raising an eyebrow, "Don't call me Sammy."

Dean snorted as he flipped through the channels on the television, "Alright Sammy."

Sam and Dean's life was far from normal.

When Dean was only 4 years of age and Sam was only a six-month old baby, their father John Winchester, awoke from his sleep to find his wife Mary pinned to the ceiling above his head by some unnatural force she was bleeding from the stomach and promptly burst into flames sending the whole house on fire along with her. John managed to save his sons, but his wife's life was taking from him by something 'supernatural'.

That was what led John to become a Demon hunter, well not only a demon hunter more of a supernatural hunter, hunting werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and other practically unimaginable creatures. He trained his sons to also be demon hunters but by the time college came knocking, Sam left craving a normal life.

College is where Sam met Jess. He loved her with his heart, but one day Dean sought out Sam to told him that their father never came home from his 'hunting trip'. Sam still didn't want to leave but when he awoke to see Jess pinned to the ceiling dying the same way that his mother did, he left with Dean.

They travel around looking for their father only left with his notes about all the supernatural things that he had encountered. Sam starts to have nightmares that come true and they all link with a demon, the demon that killed their mother and Jess. They find their father and discover the one thing that can kill the demon is a gun called 'The Colt'. After retrieving the colt from a pack of vampires they go out to kill the demon, they got closer and closer but when Dean is dying on the operating table and the only way to save him is for John to make a deal with the demon.

He did.

Now the colt is gone.

And so is their father.

I walked nonchalantly past every employee that I saw. I grinned confidently this was easier then I thought no one had even noticed me, well, people had noticed me but when they did they had only been either checking me out or sending me jealous looks (who knew that this scarlet woman would actually be sought after?). I reached the knob for the Department of Mysteries just as a man ran up to me.

He stopped in front of me flushed and sputtering out nonsensical jargon, "Er, um, uh?" I rolled my eyes, it seemed as though the incompetence in the ministry hadn't made much progress after the war; it was still filled with imbecile's who would fall over themselves for a blonde bimbo.

"Yes?" I said in a sickly sweet Pansy Parkinson voice, I didn't like this sort of attention, I wasn't a piece of meat for anyone to eye.

"Well ma'm, do you have the right credentials to pass through there?"

I smiled and pulled my pass out of my bag, "Here you go." I replied politely at least he asked, maybe there was hope for this man after all. Everyone else just let me pass by, for all they know I could have been a death eater.

He looked it over and held it back out for me to take, "Sorry about that Miss. Walker. I have just never seen you around here before."

I out stretched my arm and grabbed my pass back out of his hands, "It's alright, and please call me Alex."

He grinned broadly, "Bye Alex, I hope to see you soon."

I turned around and opened the door once inside, I frowned. He was really nice it was to bad that he would never see her again.

Alexa… At least her name is okay.

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts, Oh god, I'm going insane.

I pushed the door opened and walked down the hallway. After a few more turns and a few more dreary looking hallways I finally saw it. The veil. It was eerie as it stood there beckoning the attention of the room. A center-piece of destruction. A silent-killer. The thing that took Sirius from us. That was when it hit me… If there really is something through this veil not just… death. That would mean Sirius would still be alive! Harry would be ecstatic… If he were…

Shaking my head I moved closer.

I sat over it and took a small surveillance device and laptop out of my bag I tossed the camera down into the midst of the veil and took a look at the computer screen, it showed...

Nothing.

"Damn." I cursed silently.

I tried a few more tests to check it out, but none of them worked, this was getting quite frustrating. I shoved all of my stuff into my bag and stood up.

I stared into it but I still didn't get it, why would some one just waltz right in if there was nothing on the other side?

...And if Sirius is really on the other side still alive. I cradled my face in my hands, I can't believe I'm doing this. This is such a Ron/Harry thing to do, I guess they did rub off on me after all of these years.

I sighed in resignation and slung my backpack over my shoulder. If this isn't life, it'll still probably be the closest I have ever been in a long time.

Then I jumped feet first into the darkness.

Sam sat across from his brother at a bar, "So where do we start off tomorrow?"

Dean shrugged, "I haven't been able to get a hold of Ashe so we might as well go to the library it's close anyway right? We'll check the books and the Internet see if this kind of thing has ever happened before, just because the, er-person left nothing this time doesn't mean um-he? Was not sloppy last time."

"If there was a last time." The shaggy-haired American added, "That's a good thing they probably have a laptop connection there, I can't seem to get my Internet up. I think it would be smart to read up on anything about this that we can."

Dean grinned into his cheap vodka, "Bookworm."

"Jerk." Sam retorted

"Bitch." Dean ended the conversation, strangely enough leaving both boys more light-hearted and grinning.