Disclaimer: Dont own anything.... also i rearranged books and revived people from the dead...... ooops artistic license ;)

Chapter 1

.......In the shower that night Hermione scrubbed her skin like Lady Macbeth. The blood leaving her pores only now released her skin from its reddish tint. She remembered how on 'take your daughter to work day' years ago her Dad had a patient with an impacted molar and disintegrating crown. There were these clamps in his mouth and her father made her hold them. Only for a moment but the damage was done, she must have pressed to hard or something but in a second her face (which was looking into the patient's mouth) was covered in blood. The iron-bitter tasting goo reflexed more than just gagging......

She shivered... the water is freezing.... She could see her breath.... Not that being covered in blood is a pleasant memory but this new feeling was strange..... Almost dread or

"Oh no" she just managed to whisper as the deep black bottomless pit of a mouth hovered over her to administrate the dementors kiss.

Her thoughts racing; she scanned the bathroom for her wand...... nothing..... she looked up at her end, defeated. She smiled at the death approaching and pulled the dementor into a kiss of her own......

Ron woke up with a start, sweating. He looked at the wall where the brunette slept next door. He would check on her, he must. Almost flying out of bed he only slowed his steps as he reached her door. His hand on the handle his inner voice finally awoke from its slumber. "She's finally asleep, you know how hard it is for her to sleep now-a-days and you're going to wake her up because of a nightmare that YOU had? Go back to your room and get back to sleep, of course she's alright you ninny" He slowly opened the door anyway.

Her carpeted floor made his clumsy movements almost smooth. Her tangled web that she called hair was at the foot of her bed while her pretty little feet were sharing the pillows with Crookshanks, who of course woke up from his sleep to look at Ron puzzled.

"Just checking" and instantly redded with the knowledge he was appeasing a cat. He turned to leave when Hermione started to stir softly. He knew he should have left then but as she slowly tussled the sheet slowly uncovered more and more of her milky skin. When just a bit of the mound that was her chest began to show Crookshanks had had enough and started hissing loudly. Hermione's head shot up and suddenly a very frightened Ron was laying under her topless form with her wand to his thought. "Who are you?" she asked as alert as if she was up for hours not seconds.

"Uh... Sorry mate... went to bathroom must have stumbled into the wrong room" He tried to sound as innocent as possible

"RON!!!" Hermione roared, suddenly jumping off of him very aware that her shirt was missing. " GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU DEVIANT, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THIS, CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW I FEEL NOW, I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU, I SHOULD KILL YOU NOW YOU SICKO, I AM SO P".... he shut the door, well aware of her continuing rant and ran to his room.

"ISSED OFF, DAMNIT RON YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR PRIVACY"..... She stopped yelling at the closed door. "Did he take my shirt off?" Crookshanks yawned then rolled over and was asleep in seconds on her shirt that she took off in the middle of the night.

Her head reeling she gave up trying to make sense of what just happened and decided to accepted his excuse even though she knew it was B.S.

At 4:30 in the morning the Raid alarm belted and Hermione robed and armed herself automatically. Her eyes still full of sleep she stepped out into the hall where almost everyone was already assembled. The all apparated with a loud POP and were in Diagon Ally in a flash.

An hour and a half later only there were only 5 or 6 members of the Order of the Pheniox who still had the energy to fight; it was time for a retreat.

"Craig? CRAIG NO, how could this happen?" Mr. Perloni's new widow Anna screamed between sobs.

Hermione counted to herself. 3 dead 17 injured and 1 missing... Harry!

Without a word she apparated back to the spot she had seen Harry last. "HARRY?.... HARRY???" she yelled out

"Harry's back at the house" a red-haired voice said "He drank Polyjuice before we..... Why are there no bodies?"

Hermione scanned the "battlefield." It was true. Not one body. Of course the Order takes the dead along with them for a proper burial but death eaters leave their dead to rot. "I guess their going to start burying their dead."

"Or there are no dead to bury" Ron chimed in "lets get out of here"

"Strange" Hermione thought as they apparated away.