An: Heyy people, thanks for following my FanFic, it is my first one so I was pretty surprised when people started following the story, this Chapter is a bit of a filler, as is the next, sorry about that.

Anyways! Enough with my ramblings and on with the story… Here goes

Chapter 2

Hermione sighed as she looked down at Nott and Goyle's bodies, which, at that moment, were scrawled across the floor of the clearing. There were still so many things to do before they regained consciousness and time was slowly slipping away.

Hermione drew her wand and conjured two small, glass bottles, one has Goyle's name printed on it and the other had Nott's. Hermione knelt over Nott's body and placed the tip of her wand on his temple, before slowly pulling her wand away, extracting a silvery wisp, that was his memories, with it. She quickly uncorked Nott's bottle and placed the memory inside, the silvery substance settled at the bottom of the bottle. She put her wand to his head again and muttered, "Obliviate", erasing all memories of her living there. Hermione stood up and moved over to Goyle, repeating what she had just done to Nott.

The last spell that she cast was one she had created herself, specifically for this purpose, it was a mental signature as such, this spell placed and image inside someone's head, in Nott and Goyle's case, a Phoenix in mid-flight. The spell usually lasted two or three days, but for those days, the image would burn at the back of their heads and behind their eyelids every time they closed their eyes.

After Hermione cast the final spell, she stood back to admire her handiwork. Even though the two men lying in front of her had tormented her and her friends throughout school, and had tried to kill her many times during the multiple skirmishes that the Order and the Death Eaters had, had against each other, she couldn't help but feel sorry for these two men, when their leader found out about this, which without a doubt, they will, these two people will be punished, and that generally means being killed- or worse- tortured to insanity. No one deserves that, she thought.

Her thoughts were broken by a loud groan from the center of the clearing. Hermione's eyes snapped downwards, towards the two Death Eaters, which had begun to regain consciousness.

Hermione was safe for the moment, as her traveling cloak blended well with the shadow that the tree next to her was casting, but if she didn't move quickly, she would definitely be spotted and if they saw her, the memory charm she cast could break.

She quickly ducked behind a bush, hoping that no one had seen her. She had to get out of there. Apparation? She thought, No, too noisy, they mustn't know I was here for this long. Wandless apparition, it's soundless? She thought, tossing ideas around in her head, No, I can't apparate that far. She was clutching at straws, Run?

She was trapped. She could hear the two Death Eaters moving around nearby.

"Have you seen anyone yet?" She heard Nott ask.

"No, not yet." Was the reply.

Shit! They're looking for me! Panic gripped Hermione once again, she heard them getting closer, systematically checking behind trees and bushes, she had no idea what to do, she just sat there, held her breath and closed her eyes, hoping that they wouldn't find her.

Are you a witch or not? A voice asked incredulously, Hermione looked up, surprised, to see where the voice was coming from, she mentally face-palmed when she realized that she was talking to herself

"Yes..." She muttered.

Then why are you just sitting there when you could, you know, do something?

"There isn't anything I can do, if you haven't noticed I'm kind of stuck." She muttered, beginning to wonder if she was slightly insane.

And you were apparently the smartest witch of your age…

Suddenly, Hermione had a brainwave, she wandlessly apparated to behind a bush at the other end of the clearing, just before Goyle got to her hiding place. She cast a muffling charm to silence the sound of her apparation. God, I hope this works, she thought, before disapparating.

Hermione appeared at the edge of a small pine forest, many miles away from the one she was just in. She was still shaking from the adrenaline and nearly being caught, it had been a very close call indeed. She was also still very shaken up from having a conversation with herself; she found it strange since that voice she heard wasn't her own, but it did sound very familiar.

About half an hour's walk away from where Hermione had apparated was an old willow tree. The tree's drooping branches and light green foliage looked almost alien compared to the other trees.

Hermione pushed the drooping branches aside and stepped forward so that she was standing right in front of the tree trunk, she let the branches fall behind her, to form a curtain.

Hermione drew her wand and tapped the trunk of the tree twice. The tree bark began to change shape and move, before pushing it's self away from the rest of the trunk, forming a door, which swung open, inviting her inside.

Inside the tree trunk was a stairwell that led to a series of underground caves and tunnels, which are now home to the Order of the Phoenix.

Hermione stepped through the door and into the stairwell, the door slammed shut behind her, making her jump. All light was blotted out for a second before small torches lit themselves, illuminating the stairwell.

Hermione had never gotten used to this place, even after two years, it just didn't have the same feel about it that Grimmauld Place had, but it was her fault that the Order had, had to relocate since she had accidentally shown Yaxely the location, while she was fleeing the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione began her decent down the stairs. Though there were many flights of stairs, they were enchanted in such a way that it only felt like you had walked down one flight of stairs.

Hermione exited the stairwell and walked down the corridor and stopped in front of the kitchen, she heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door, she stopped to listen, pressing her ear to the door, she heard Ron yell, "Oh just shut up you- you…" struggling for words,"you ferret!"

Hermione smirked and opened the door, "Hermione!" she heard someone yell before tackling her into a bone-crushing, bear hug.

"Hello Ronald," she said, her arms were pinned by her side and she couldn't push him off her. He was still very clingy even though they never really had a relationship. "You can let go of me now" Hermione said, trying to squirm out of his grip.

"Oh, yeah… right…. Sorry…" he said mumbling and scratching the back of his head.

"So how'd it go, Hermione." Said Harry, who was seated at the kitchen table, Draco was sitting across from him.

"Good, I got the memories and they have no recollection of what happened." She replied taking a seat next to Draco

"That's great, when do you want to look at the memories?" Draco asked.

"Umm… Tomorrow? I'm really tired."

"Okay, we still have that meeting tomorrow though, remember" Harry reminded her.

"Yeah, well if I have to sit through that too, I should probably go to sleep now then. Night." Hermione said, standing up, "you coming, Draco?"

"Yeah. I'll be up soon." He replied.

"Okay, then." Hermione said, before planting a kiss on his cheek and walking out the door. On her way past Ron she had noticed that his ears had turned very red.

Anyway, thanks for reading, I hope this chapter wasn't too horrible… Thanks again… God I should shut up now….