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Hi everyone! This is a completely new story. I am working on a sequel to White, but I wanted to take a break from that storyline and work on this one. Please read and review! Happy New Year! The entire story is in Hermione's point of view.

Something terrible has happened to me. I don't have much time, but I figured that if someone found me, they needed to know what happened to me. Why I suddenly disappeared without a trace. I'm going to die here, but I need my family to know what happened to me. Please, whoever finds this, bring it to my husband, Ron Weasley. He needs to know what happened to me. Thank you.

There was nothing unusual about the sky that night. It's funny how when terrible things happen to good people, everything else goes about normally without a care in the world. I thought of my husband, Ron who was worried sick about me now, but had no idea of the danger I was in that night.

Harry was dispatched with me to go and investigate a murder in northern Bulgaria. Bulgaria was a terrible place at this time, with gruesome murders and drug cartels. I was hesitant on going there in the first place, but Harry managed to talk me into it. He always had a way of suckering me into things. Usually small things like giving him a piece of gum, or sharing a piece of chicken with him. Never anything that was even close to life threatening.

It was November 5, 2009. Harry and I were sent to deliver any evidence we found to Seamus Finnigan who was stationed in Bulgaria. It was late, very late. Harry was asleep in the passenger's seat. Being the gentleman that he was, he told me to drive, then passed out in the passenger's seat, an empty butterbeer in his hand. I took it from his still hand and threw it at him, hitting his forehead with a sharp clink!

"Ow! Jesus, Hermione!" He groggily sat up in his seat and put a hand to his head. "Honestly Hermione, there are sweeter ways to wake someone up, y'know." I smiled, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Did you honestly expect me to sit here in complete silence while you slept? Honestly Harry, there are sweeter ways to treat your best friend." I finished my sentence with a smile. He smiled a smile of defeat.

"Fine. Sorry." He said quietly like a child who had been scolded. He arched his back and stretched his long arms, yawning very obnoxiously. I glared at him as he looked at me with a satisfied smile on his face. He burped loudly and laughed. "Sorry."

I gave him another glare and hit him playfully in the chest. "You're disgusting."

He laughed and leaned toward me. "Oh no, Hermione. I think I feel another burp coming on!" My face contorted with disgust, I pushed him away from me.

"Don't you dare burp! This is my car!" He smiled at me mischievously. "Harry. Don't." He took a deep breath and burped inwardly, but didn't let it out. "Harry, I swear to God, if you burp on me-" Too late, he blew the burp in my direction. Typical brother.

"You're so disgusting." I said, anger in my voice. He smiled a smile of satisfaction. That smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a look of concern. He suddenly threw himself at the steering wheel.

"Harry, what the he-" I was cut off by his head accidentally slamming into my jaw with his sudden movement. He grabbed the steering wheel and swerved, roughly, as if avoiding something on the road. The car flipped, landing on its roof with a loud thud, leaving Harry and I suspended in the air by our seatbelts.

He unbuckled himself and let himself fall to the ground softly. He tried to help me with my seatbelt, but it was stuck. "You okay?" He asked, concern dripping from his voice.

"I'm fine. You?" He had a nasty cut just above his right eyebrow. "Ow that looks bad." I touched it gently and he winced. He shook his head and smiled.

"I'm fine. You're really stuck. Just wait here, I need to check on that guy." Guy? What guy?

"What guy?" He pointed out the cracked window at a dark figure laying in the street about 20 feet away from the car. Harry climbed carefully out of the car and walked cautiously toward the man lying in the street.

I struggled to free myself from the seatbelt. I was still suspended upside down and the blood was quickly rushing to my head. I looked around the car for something to help free me from my bonds. A thought suddenly drifted into my head. My wand.

I could see it lying in the dirt next to the car, just out of my reach. I stretched out my arm as far as it would go, but couldn't reach it.

A scream ripped through the air. A scream of pain. I looked out the cracked window to see Harry lying on the ground, covered in blood, screaming in pain. I didn't know what had hurt him, until I saw an arm holding a dagger swipe down at Harry's stomach. My heart stopped as the knife sunk into his skin. He screamed in pain, blood erupting from his mouth like water from a geyser.

"HARRY! NO!" I screamed from where I was trapped. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! STOP!" I screamed, hoping it would make the man come after me. When he didn't, I panicked. The man continued stabbing Harry. I had to get my wand.

I reached my arm out as far as it would go, but it was no use. My heart pounded against my ribs. I leaned forward as far as my restraints allowed me and reached my arm farther than I thought possible. My fingertips grazed the wood of my wand as I heard the horrific sounds of murder behind me. "Come on…come on!" I screamed, willing myself to stretch my hand further. Harry began to quiet down behind me as my worst fears were becoming reality. My heart jumped to my throat as my fingers finally wrapped around the stick of wood. I picked it up quickly and pointed it where Harry lay motionless. He wasn't screaming. He wasn't moaning in pain. He was silent.

I kept my wand pointed in Harry's direction, expecting the man to swing his arm down once more. When he didn't, my heart stopped.

I pointed my wand at my seat belt. "Diffindo!" I fell gracefully to the floor and staggered out of the car.

I ran quickly to Harry's still form and put my hand on his chest, searching desperately for a pulse. He wasn't breathing.

"C'mon Harry, breathe!" There was crimson liquid surrounding him, a small line of it trickling out of his mouth.

Suddenly, I felt something heavy hit me over the head.

Everything was black.