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A/Note I decided that having posted the first chapter as a taster to see how it was recieved, that maybe posting the second part might be a good idea so here we go two in one day.

Expelled

Chapter 2

Forward six months

Hermione sat on the Hogwarts express on her way home, and for the very first time since her first year holiday, she did not feel any excitement at the prospect of seeing her parents. She had through out the term wondered why their letters were fewer in number than usual, and why they were always a lot shorter than she was used to. All the time at the back of her mind she was trying to figure out how to find Harry, where he had gone, or where he could be hiding. The journey to London seemed to be over in no time, and she started to gather her things as the train pulled into the station.

Hermione received a cool greeting from her parents as she walked from platform 9 ¾ and she could feel a great sadness about them but did not know why. The drive back from London to their house was totally silent, and Hermione realised her parents had some really bad news but just did not want to talk about it, or did not know how to tell her.

As soon as they entered the house Hermione broke down crying yet again as she tried to tell her parents what had happened to her at school, and yet she did not have the words to say to make it easy. Taking a deep breath she decided to just tell them just the basics and hope for the best.

"Mum Dad, I have to tell you something, it's about Harry…" she was cut off as her father raised his hand and spoke.

"Harry's dead!" Richard said sadly "Died right out there on the street thanks to your lot," he said pointing out of the window with a gesture of his hand.

Hermione stared at her father wondering if he had gone crazy or something, her mouth was opening but nothing was coming out of it.

"I'm afraid its true Hermione, he came here six months ago to tell us about what happened at school, what you accused him of, he took a magical oath to prove to us that he had not done what you all accused him of. He refused to stay long, said we were in danger as long as he was here; said he had no protection without his wand. Harry never even got to the end of the street before he was surrounded by people in dark robes and white masks, they fired off red and green spells at him, one of the green ones got him." Helen said as she looked into her daughters' anguished face.

Hermione fainted as she realised her parents were telling the truth and her mother shed another tear for the young man who had come to them to prove he did not do as he had been accused.

Hermione had spent almost the entire night crying for her lost love, for what might have been, and for not listening to his words when he wanted to take an oath. When an owl arrived in the morning to deliver her morning paper she asked it to take a very urgent letter to professor McGonagall at Hogwarts, in between her tears of mourning she tied the letter to the owl and sent him on his way.

Minerva McGonagall had just finished packing a few things she might need while she tried to find Harry Potter, she jumped a little when the large delivery owl flew into her room. Taking the letter from the owl and then feeding it some treats for delivering the mail she then sat down by the fire and opened the letter she knew from the handwriting to be from Miss Granger.

Dear professor McGonagall,

There is no simple way to say what I need to say. You can tell everyone to call off the search, Harry is dead. He came to visit my parents after he was expelled and he took a magical oath to prove he had not assaulted me, having proved to my parents he was innocent, he left the house and was ambushed at the end of the road by death eaters, and according to my father he was hit by a green beam of light as several red and green beams exploded around him. In not believing him we have helped death eaters kill my best friend, the only boy I have truly loved.

Hermione Granger.

Minerva stared at the letter praying that it was a joke of some sort, and that the writing would change like with the Weasley twins' letters but knowing that Hermione would not do such a thing. Rising slowly and feeling as though there was a great weight on her heart she made her way slowly to the headmasters office.

Albus Dumbledore was staring once again at the odd little instruments that had been still and silent for the past six months, he was wondering again where young Harry Potter was hiding. Where ever it was it seemed to be a very safe place as all his monitoring and tracking devices had stopped registering any activity. The knock on his door made him sit up and he called enter as he rubbed his eyes tiredly before replacing his glasses.

"Ah good day Minerva… what ever is the matter woman you look ready to faint?" Dumbledore said softly to his deputy as she entered his office.

Minerva simply collapsed into the nearest chair and handed him the letter before she burst into tears. Albus read the letter and then looked at his silent instruments, Harry's death had not even entered his mind when trying to work out why everything had stopped working, he felt his breakfast turn in his stomach and made a quick exit as he rushed for the toilet.

Pale faced and shaking Albus sat back at his desk and started to write out some notes that would need to be sent. Having finished the notes he made a floo call to the Weasleys, he had a difficult time telling Molly Weasley that Harry was believed dead.

Ron Weasley was thumped so hard by his brother Fred when he smiled at the news of Harry's death that he lost all his front teeth, nine teeth from both top and bottom. His other brother George cast a cauterising charm at Ron's gums so that he would be unable to get any help from the healers; his teeth were gone for good.

News of an unarmed Harry's innocence and consequent death by death eaters quickly spread to the members of the order of the phoenix, and then out to the general public, there were lynch mobs out searching for the school governors for more than two weeks before things began to quieten down a little.

Six Months earlier

Harry was walking briskly away from the Grangers house, not wanting anyone to see him shedding tears he absentmindedly had crossed the road so he was on the same side as the tree lined park fence. In the back of his mind he was wondering what it was like to sleep on a park bench. He was wondering where best to go next, he wanted nothing more to do with the magical world and wished he was a simple normal muggle, but he knew he would never be normal and he needed to find somewhere safe to hide before Voldemort came to find him.

Maybe if he could find somewhere where he could remain undetected for long enough then Tommy boy would give up on him and leave him to live his life in peace. He knew even as he thought it that it was a futile wish, Voldemort would never stop until one of them was dead. Hearing the tell tale sound of people apparating behind him he decided to make a run for it without even looking back to see who it was he was running from.

Seconds after he started to run the paving around him began to explode as spells hit to the left and right. Just as he turned the corner he caught sight of a sickly green beam of light speeding toward him, he knew it was the killing curse and for a second he thought he was going to die. He was distracted from the curse by the scream of a cat as he trod on its tail as he ran past; the cat leapt up into the air and for a second it seemed intent on attacking him then it was hit by the green beam of light thus intercepting the killing curse. In that same instant Harry then did what he had done once before when being chased by Dudley and his gang, he simply vanished.

After feeling the odd squeezing sensation and sudden confusing change of scenery he found himself standing in front of a huge pair of wrought iron gates. After a little more than five years as a wizard, Harry was still surprised by magic and he looked in awe at the two eight foot high gates that stood in front of him. There were no gate posts or walls or fences to hold the gates up but there they were right in front of him just standing there in what appeared to be an empty field.

Not knowing where he was but not wanting to find out if those death eaters were able to follow his trail and find him, he grabbed at the large handle on the gates and after a flash of red light the gates swung open enough for him to enter. Once he had walked through them, the gates then swung shut again and Harry relaxed just a little. Right in front of him a small castle came into view, well it was slightly smaller than Hogwarts.