"Where am I?" I opened my eyes to see a tall dark ceiling above me. I tried to look around more, but I couldn't move my head.

"You, mudblood!" I heard a terribly familiar voice shout. Then I realized I was back in the Malfoy Manor, how did I get here? How did Bellatrix come back to life? How did Bellatrix get me here? What did she want? The war was won, why was I in here? "Where's your mummy and daddy? They don't remember you! They don't know who you are! Would you like to see them again?" I felt her yank me off the ground and on to my feet, I saw my parents standing in front of me.

"Where are we? Is this Sydney?" They asked each other, "Who are those people?" They looked at me and Bellatrix.

"Mum…dad? What are you doing here?" They looked at me quizzingly.

"Who are you? I've never seen you in my life." What? I still haven't taken off the memory charm yet?

"Mum, dad it's me, Hermi-"

"Crucio!" I had forgotten Bellatrix was there. My parents screamed in pain, they fell to the ground and squirmed like fish out of water. "Do you miss them? Do you miss your ickle dead boyfriend, Ron Weasley, the blood traitor? Do you miss him? Now you have nothing; no parents, no boyfriend, nobody to love you! And it's all your fault!" She laughed and danced in circles around me.

"No! Mum! Dad! Stop it, you death eater scum! Stop!" I screeched, Bellatrix stopped and looked at me.

"Crucio!" I felt that pain again, I couldn't breathe, it felt like somebody was drowning me in boiling water, and at the same time, it felt so cold, like the pain you get when you eat ice cream and it hurts your teeth, but it was my entire body. It felt like my nails were being ripped out of my fingers and toes and that somebody slit my gums open and pulled my teeth out of my mouth, it had felt like years before she stopped, I took a gasp of breath.

"Mum, dad, help me! Please!" I begged them in tears.

"We aren't your parents; we don't know who you are. We can't help you, you aren't our daughter." They looked down on me with no pity. Then, they creepily said simultaneously, "You have no parents, they don't remember you, you obliviated their minds yourself, it's your fault their gone." They slowly started to walk towards the door, which I heard someone knocking on quite hard. Bellatrix continued crucioing me, when she finally took a pause, I watched my parents open the door to leave—

"Avada kedavra!" I heard Bellatrix shout as I watched a jet of green light travel towards my parents, the parents whom would never remember the daughter who loved them enough to obliviate their own memories of her.

"Granger! What's going on in there?" I heard someone shouting from outside my door. I looked around; four poster bed, desk, trunk, windows, and a couple of parchments. I was back at Hogwarts…I was safe, Bellatrix was dead, nobody could hurt me, mum and dad were safe in Sydney, I was Head Girl, Ron was—Ron was still dead. I cried into my scarlet sheets, Ron was clubbed by a giant; he didn't die until a day after the war ended. We didn't even know he was dying until Madam Pomfrey took a look at his head contusions and his cracked ribs. His last words were, "Hermione…I love you…oh and I almost forgot… give up on spew…" I had indeed given up on S.P.E.W. after the war was over, first because of Ron, and because there was a law passed that all house elves were to be treated as any wizard or witch. "That's it! Reducto!" My door was blasted to pieces, and somebody ran in, "Granger! Where are you?"

"Reparo," My door immediately put itself back together; I sat up on the edge of my bed, ", gosh, Malfoy there is a reason they keep it locked." I stood up and tried to push the Head Boy out of my room, but he turned around.

"What was going on in here?" He shouted.

"Nothing, I was having a nightmare. Why do you care what happens to me?" I sat back down on the edge of my bed.

"I don't, but if someone finds you dead in your room. Guess who is going to get the blame?" He pointed at himself before storming out the door towards his room. Being Head Girl had perks, like an all year pass into the restricted section, free candy from Honeydukes, and your own room. The only problem was that the Head Boy's room was right next to it, and Malfoy was Head Boy. So every morning and every night, the first and last face I saw other than my own in the mirror was that ferret face of his. I asked Professor McGonagall why she had appointed him as Head Boy, not Harry. All she had to say was that Harry had too much on his hands already, and that Draco did have full marks in each class, he never had detention, and that it's good to have contrasting Heads. I couldn't believe it; she had only been Headmistress for a couple weeks and had already gone mad.