Author's note: Hey everyone. I know you hear this alot but all these characters belong to J.K Rowling. (I made a few characters of my own and I added myself in there) Thanks for reading and remember to place reviews so i know how this story is going. Thank you. Tarah.

Hermione's POV:

I strugged my way to the bathroom. My stomach turning like I wanted to throw up. What was happening to me? Where was Ron? We have been going out together for two years! And he wasn't here? Where was Tarah?

"Tarah!" I cried."Tarah!"

No answer. Where was everybody? My stomach was turning and my heart was almost in my throat. My eyeliner was smudging on my face from crying. This was... wierd.

"Ron?" I called. No answer, yet again.

Tarah's POV:

Where was everybody? Wasn't Hermione just on the side of me? Where the hell could she have gone in two seconds? She was complaining about her stomach hurting her. Maybe she was in the bathroom.

I walked into the bathroom and saw Hermione on the floor. I knelt down next too her.

"Hermione?" I asked.

''Where's ron?" Hermione asked.

I didn't want to tell her. Maybe I should lie. But, then when she found out she'd be mad that I lied.

Ron, why? I asked myself.

"Tarah, where's Ron?" Hermione asked desperately now.

I sighed. "He's... fighting Voldemort."

Hermione's eyes widened."Are you serious?"

Tarah's telling the story) Whoa, whoa. Let's back it up here. Before I go any further of telling the story, let me explain exactly what happened. Voldemort, the dark Lord was after Ron, Harry, Hermione, and me (Tarah). He kidnapped Ginny. She was minding her own business then there he goes! Kidnapps her. He knew that Ron and Harry, me and Hermione would go after Voldemort trying to save Ginny. Who know's what he could do with her. But, Hermione's pregnant now. Ron was the only one who could help her, and support her. She wouldn't listen too anyone else. Since he, was the father. He almost made a move for me, (Voldemort) but, Ginny was the one who covered me and he captured her and couldn't get to me. So, I felt guilty. Ron told me that it wasn't my fault. He said that he was after Ginny since she was born. I didn't feel quite as bad. But, something wierd happened to me and I was depressed. Deaply depressed. I turned Gothic. I wore black jeans, chains, and died my hair black. I painted my nails almost every night black. But then, Harry talked to me and said that this wasn't me. It wasn't Tarah. I finally listened to him, and got rid of all the Gothic clothes I had. Of course it was hard for me, so he did it for me. The only thing that he let me have, was the Black Nailpolish. Then, before I knew it I was going out with Malfoy. Wich I still am. But why would I go out with a Slitherin? sigh Out of all the things went through, I hope Hermione's daughter is alright.

Still Tarah's POV:

Suddenly, a letter hit my knee.

"What's this?" I said. I picked it up. It was a letter from Voldemort. I opened it, and showed it to Hermione so she could see.

Dear Tarah,

As you know, I captured Ginny. She only has a few months to live. Potter and Weasly are trapped. Haha. I knew they couldn't get Ginny. Now it's all up to you and Hermione to save all three of them. I know it's so tragic, that's why I'm planning it.

Sleep well!

does evil laugh

Voldemort.

"Come on Hermione, I know who can help us." I said standing up. I helped Hermione up.

"Who?" She asked.

"Malfoy..." I said.

Hermione sighed. "Fine."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Author's last note: Hey guy's. Sorry, to end the story like this but chapter two should be coming up soon. Remember to leave me reviews so I know how people like this story. It's only 2 pages. I don't know why I added myself in there but, oh well. Let me know if I explained the story well. I hope I did. Sorry, if I confused any of you.

(I'm not Goth in real life, but I do where black nailpolish)

Tarah.