To my dear lovely Frances.

Pairing: SS/HG

Title: The Gryffindor Weaknesses

Rated: M for mature content.

Chapters: Everything cant be possible

Genres: Angs/Drama/Romance/Comedy

Lightly Ooc in chapters...not at all

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Only the idea.

Thanks to my dear beta JustForYou. HBP DH...a lot of things

SUMMARY: Who was the winner in the war, isn't clear yet. Someone killed Harry Potter and someone injured her. She are the only one that can identify who was the murderer. But in the middle of the judged, she didn't recognize him. Or maybe she didn't want to recognize him?

I moved the english fics to the account of my sister, for organize it.

She was in the middle of a circular room. The spotlights were in her eyes, making her shiver in fear. She had never been in such aplace like that, a dark room with big doors and with all of those people looking at her, like if she was a piece of meat. She had been there, actually, but only in her worst nigthmares.

She was the only witness of a murder and she was the only one that could identify the murderer.

What had she done throughout her entire life, to receive such a horrible punishment?

"So...you were the only person in that room. And you've obviously seen the murderer, haven't you?" Dolores Umbridge was smiling in her seat. She looked like a huge pink balloon with mouth. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were on Hermione.

"Yes. I was the only person in that room"

"And someone killed Harry Potter, and that person wasn't the Dark Lord. Am I right?"

"Yes..."

"And you can identify him... You can describe us his traits"

"Ahh..., I..."

"Yes, you can... and you will do it. You have to."

Hermione shivered slightly, everyone was watching her movements, was listening her words and was looking at her eyes. She was in the middle of a situation... a bad situation.

"You know what will happen if you don't cooperate with us, right?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Let's show her the posible murderers"

Now the lights were in the middle of the room, again. From the floor where she was standing, a big cage was shown up.

"Who of those death eaters is guilty? Who of those death eaters have injured you?"

She could remember it. She could remember herself screaming in the middle of nowhere. She was trapped in a room with Harry Potter and...

And him. He was pointing him with his wand and she was in the middle of them. Her hand was full of blood. Harry was in danger and she couldn't hold her wand to help him.

They were trapped. By him and his fury.

"Miss Granger, who is the killer?"

She was looking inside the death eaters eyes. A few of them had already been caught. And...

And he was there. Staring at her.

She was breathing too hard and she noticed that everyone was waiting for her answer, to make him suffer.

But did he deserved that? Was she able to send him to his own death?

No, she wasn't like them.

"He is not here, indeed"

"Well, I was wondering if Severus Snape needs to be here... No, he can't be the killer. He was with you and Mr Potter, in Hogwarts, when we saw Potter die.

The room was in silence, again.

"If we can't find him we will start the researchs again. For now, miss Granger, we had chosen a guard for you, to protect your information and keep your life"

"Who?"

"Me..." she listened into the shadows and shivered again.

She turned and glared at him. A man was smiling with a sardonic expresion in his eyes.