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The only things that Hermione possessed could be fit into a small trunk. The Order (or what was left of it) was jammed into a small safe house a few miles north of Hogwarts.

The past few years have been harsh and after Harry's loss to Voledmort. The Order quickly reformed and escaped to multiple safe houses scattered around London. There was a period of time when most of them were alive and able to live under one roof to delegate tasks and plan together. After the successful assassination of Roldolphus Lestrange, the deatheaters mercilessly hunted after members of the Order, most likely Bellatrix Lestrange's revenge. They now had to work with what was left, and the future seemed bleak.

Harry had obtained vague details on the level of protection surrounding the Hogwarts castle. Not enough to guarantee a safe journey, but enough to get what was needed out of the wizarding school.

"We need the book of potions," Harry said, "and take whatever supplies you can get out of there."

He looked at Hermione, "You know where the library is right?"

"Of course," Hermione replied.

"Alright, Hermione, you're going to go in. They've jinxed the place so no one can apparate in or out, so the closest we can get you is near the edge of the Forbidden Forest." He pointed at a crudely drawn map of the castle grounds.

"This," He pointed at a star, "Is where Ron and I will wait for you."

"If I'm gone for more than half an hour, leave," Hermione said. At the sight of the boys' protests, she added, "I'm serious. It's extremely dangerous here and we can't lose anyone else."

"We'll use our usual signals," Hermione continued, "Run when I tell you to."

Without Harry's invisibility cloak, Hermione stealthily made her way towards Hogwart's grounds. At 6:38pm, there should be an opportunity, where one of the doors would supposedly not be in the line of sight of any of the patrols.

The deatheaters patrolled in groups of three, walking in a pre-set path around the ground, covered in heavy dark robes. The Dark Mark was no longer in the sky, but the grim-reaper like figures that constantly covered the grounds did not make Hogwarts look any more inviting.

Hermione pulled out her watch, inspecting the grounds for the perfect time. She was hidden in the grass, albeit not the safest option, but the door was directly in her view. The second hand hit twelve and she swiftly made her way towards the door, pulling the hood of her cloak low over her hair.

"Alohomora," She quietly whispered, and locked the door behind her. The toughest part was over. Hogwarts was relatively easier to navigate, the walls and shadows brought better hiding places and her mental map of the campus provided useful information.

Hermione slowly made her way towards the library, ducking in shadows whenever she heard a hint of a voice or footsteps.

"Someone's on the grounds," Hermione strained to hear the voice, hiding into a closet, making sure that the door was open just a little bit so she could see out.

"How do you know?" Was that Notts?

"Someone broke my Colloportus spell," The other replied. Their voices were getting closer, but she could only hear one pair of footsteps.

"Who do you think it is this time?" Notts chuckled, "The Boy Whos Hiding, carrot-top, or mudblood Granger?"

"Or all three," The other voice replied, "I'm hoping for Potter so we can get this fucking done with."

"You need your beauty sleep?"

"Fuck off."

"This door's open," She was sure that was Theodore Notts speaking, "I thought we shut all the closet doors?" Her heart hammered in her chest, and she pressed her back into the cold stone wall, hoping to blend into the cleaning supplies with her. Hermione knelt behind a bucket, trying to flatten her hair so she wouldn't be seen. Her knuckles turned white, waiting to jinx the two oncommers if they showed any sign of recognition. She cursed her stupidity, her curiosity led her to keep the door slightly ajar.

The door was flung open and a faint light streamed in. She could see the end of a black cloak, lined in a silky green - different from all the others. Who is this? The mask was unrecognizable, and she could barely identify who it was. The man sweeped over the contents of the room, and there was a slight subtle pause as his face turned towards Hermione.

"Come on, there's nothing in here," Green-lined Robe said. The door was slammed shut behind him. "Are you fucking seeing things now?"

Hermione leaned against the wall, letting out a few quiet breaths. The deatheater, whoever he was, was definitely of high ranking, meaning that he was loyal to the Dark Lord and extremely skilled at handling magic. There was no way he hadn't seen her, especially with the amount of power to be able to get special robes. Hermione had never seen robes like that before, everyone from the Dark Side wore standard black, even the Dark Lord himself. Whoever he was, she owed her life to.

She took this opportunity and scrambled to her feet, re-opening the door and quietly making it over to the library. Hermione was familiar with the restricted section, her first time was during second year when she went through to receive a book on advanced potions. During her sixth and seventh year, she practically lived the section, for all the other readily available books didn't contain as advanced information. Her eyes slightly teared, remembering her first few years at Hogwarts. So much has changed since; the Dark Lord has taken over and now she has to live in hiding.

She quietly hopped the rope surrounding the restricted section and searched amongst the shelves, trying to find any useful potions books. The sun was going down and the lack of light within the library made it hard to read. Hermione cursed and fumbled with her watch, she had eight minutes. She hastily grabbed two potions books, praying that they were the the right ones and made her way out of the library. The ingredients would have to wait for a later time. She pushed her hood over her hair again, keeping close with the walls. She rounded the corner, bumping into a cloaked figure. Her heart stopped.

"Expelliarmus!"

Both wands flew into the air and she cursed, she had always been weak at wandless magic.

"Petrificus Totalus." She felt her ankles tighten together and her arms restricted. Before she could hit the floor, the man caught her and dragged them to the nearest room. The two wands flew to his hands and he locked the door.

The deatheater pushed her hood back and hesitated before shuffling through the two books she had in her hand. She couldn't even scream. He clearly knew who she was. Why wasn't he killing her? He scavenged through her pockets, taking out the watch and a small piece of gum before placing them back.

His mask was simple compared to what Hermione had seen. Most of them had intricate details but his had no designs, still equally terrifying. The green lining caught her eye again, the same deatheater who had saved her in the closet. Hermione's wand was handed back to her, but she made no move to attack him. The body-bind spell was released and she stood up.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice shaking, trying to peer through the mask to get a glimpse of her helper. He made no move to attack her. Hermione snatched up the two books, ready to attack.

Then he was in her brain. Her occulumency skill was average at best and she fought her way to push him out with no avail. Her hands fell to her sides in shock, and the two books dropped in a heap next to her feet.

No, no, no! Her mind was screaming, but she couldn't detect him in his mind. Powerful legimens. ...Was he smirking in her mind?

Without her will, images of plans were pushed forward and memories of their safe house locations were revealed. Stop. STOP. Surprisingly, he obeyed and left her mind. She had to know who he was.

Quick as lightning, she threw a disappearing charm at his mask and he deflected it.

"It's only fair if I knew who you were," She said softly, not afraid of the deatheater in front of her. It was apparent to her that he wouldn't hurt her. She threw another disappearing charm, just for it to be shielded off. Hermione lunged, flicking off his mask to reveal blonde hair and silver eyes.

"Malfoy?" Why did he, of all people, help her? How did she not recognize his voice?

"Fuck. I stayed too long," He muttered to himself, "Meet you on the other side, Granger."

She didn't have enough time to deflect the stunning spell.