A/N: I have revised this chapter do to a lot of mistakes on my part. Sorry it has been so long. I have had little time on my hands to really do what I want with this story. I have been getting a lot of help from MT Pocketts. I dare say she has already published a preview chapter to come for me on her account. Hope I can make your wait worth while!!

Disclaimer I do not own any of JK Rowlings characters.

Prolog

There I stood, staring at the stone gargoyle that hid the Head masters office. Madame Pomfry had informed me that Professor Dumbledore already knew and I was to see him before my return to the Gryffindor common room. In her eyes I saw pity. My visit to the hospital wing had been made an hour or so after dinner. With the much insistance of my friends. It was now nine o'clock and I knew Harry and Ron would be waiting up for me.

"Ton- tongue toffee." The words poured from my mouth like someone else was saying them. The gargoyle leaped aside to present a spiral marble staircase. I climbed it numbly until I met a handsome wood door with a brass knocker. I knocked once.

"Enter." came his shockingly warm voice.

I pushed the door, and for such a large, seeming strong door, it fell open easily. I couldn't meet Dumbledore's' eyes, so instead I looked around and was hardly shocked to see my head of house, hair gathered in a neat bun (as always), but clad in her nightgown, sitting stiffly across from Dumbledore in an arm chair. She stared pointedly at me, so hard I was sure she was trying to see through me. Maybe she was hoping to see some evil darkness possessing me, Merlin how I wish it were that. Instead, she saw a pail, slightly broken, seventeen year old girl whom she had grown to be know as a pristine goody, honest and knowledgeable. I felt like I had let her down and bowed my head at her intense gaze. 'I'm so sorry' I thought, silently wishing it made a difference.

"Miss Granger, if you would like to take a seat..." Dumbledore waved his hand towards an arm chair next to Professor McGonagall. My legs wobbled slightly as I made my way to the chair and they almost gave out on me as I seated myself. "..Great, then we can bring things to an order."

I swear it was as if we were just making a few subtle changes in my class schedule.

"I do believe you know why we are hear Miss Granger?" His voice was soft and understanding.

"Yes Professor." I squeaked, peering at him from under my bangs. I wanted to say more but what?

"I for one am very disappointed with you Miss Granger." came the upset voice of Professor McGonagall, slightly an octave higher then usual. "I thought you, of all people, would have better judgment. Honestly, at this age..." but her voice trailed off at one look of my face. I can only assume I looked absolutely pitiful. My eyes bloodshot, tear stained cheeks and probably a bloody lip to boot after biting so hard to keep from sobbing.

Sniffing slightly I straitened my posture and tilted my chin up ready to take my punishment. McGonagall's face broke into a proud, watery, sad sort of smile. It caught me slightly off guard but she patted my left knee lightly in a comforting manner.

"You were always the fair one of your lot, ready to except the punishment for your wrong doing." She used her other hand to wipe a tear from her eye. She was getting too choked up to continue.

"This time Miss Granger..."

I turn to finally look at Dumbledore, he leaned forward and handed McGonagall and me each a kerchief to wipe our now blubbering eyes. This was it, I was going to be expelled from the one place in the world hat brought me happiness, and gave me the best six years of my life with the best people in my life. Six years of self slaving and pushing, down the drain. The year's brightest student would be forced to leave.

"...we will give you more then a punishment; we will give you our help."

I flashed a startled look to Dumbledore before the flood gates burst and I completely fell to pieces.

The way this all started was more then the events in one night. It involved pint up frustration, fear, a feeling of the unknown, confusion, depression, desperation, finality, responsibility, in all the weight of the world on adolescent shoulders. A huge mistake was bound to happen, but who'd have thought it would be mine?