Hi again. Sorry Chapter 3 was so short. This one is significantly longer. PLEASE REVIEW! I won't be updating very frequently until Friday or Saturday. Probably not till after noon on Saturday because of the first football game of the season. Thanks for all your support, and on with the story! Hermione's POV.

I left Grindmald Place on Saturday morning. I could've sworn I heard someone moving about in the night. Harry seemed more reserved than usual before I left. I knocked, and he ignored me. I tried again, he ignored me. I came in after about ten tries, and he was there. He even ignored me when I went straight up to him, poked him lightly on his shoulder, and told him that I was going.

Now I'm worried I may have offended him. I know it's stupid, I mean I haven't done anything, but I'm getting seriously worried about him. If he doesn't get some help soon, he's probably going to start considering suicide. I can't let him do that. I was going to come back at night, but I came back early, at around five. He wasn't anywhere to be found. There was a note. In Sirius's room, all crumpled up. I read it.

Hermione,

This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I've gone away. I don't want to waste anymore of your time. It touches me that you seem to care so much, but you can't help me. This is something I can't get over. I thank you for everything you've done for me. I'm sorry for throwing you into danger's path. Don't come looking for me, I'll be with my parents. I don't want to see you, because that'll mean…

Don't die for me, Hermione. I regret that the last thing I ever said to you was that I'm alright. I wish it didn't have to be this way. I don't want to lie to you anymore, so here goes. By the time you'll read this, I'll have already killed myself.

I guess I don't have anything to add on that. Goodbye.

Every last drop of love in my system,

Harry

My heart shattered. He'd already done it! I shouldn't have left; he must've thought I'd given up on him. My logical part took over, for a moment, in the voice of my mother. Now, sweetheart, if he meant you to read it, why would it have been all tarnished? Maybe he wrote it before, but he changed his mind and didn't throw it away.

Then where is he? Why wouldn't he say he was going somewhere?

Why should he tell you if he's going somewhere? You aren't the boss of him.

But he'd know I was worried.

Don't kid yourself; he doesn't even care about you. You're nothing to him.

A fierce battle going on in my head, I was startled to feel a drop of water on my hand, and I jumped about a mile when I heard the door slam.

"Harry? Is that you?" I called desperately, my voice tearful.

"Hermione?" Called back a voice, but it wasn't Harry's, it was a woman's. Ginny's.

"Ginny?" I yelled out, the last hope that had lit up my eyes disappearing into the despondence.

"Yeah," She screamed, her voice coming nearer and nearer until she was inside the room with me. Not wanting her to see that I was crying, I hid my face. "Is Harry here?" She asked good-naturedly.

"No," I replied, trying to burry my tears until she left. I don't know why I didn't tell her, I just couldn't.

"Oh," she said in response, a bit sadly. "I'll go look just in case," She finished, and she pranced out of the room.

Once she was out of earshot, I collapsed onto the bed and sobbed.

"Hermione?" That voice made all the air leave my chest. I looked up and saw Harry staring at me, with something in his eyes I couldn't quite identify. "What's up?" Not wasting to lie to him, I held out the letter he had written and he took it. After glancing at it for a split second, he looked up at me in horror. I felt my heart drop through my stomach. I knew by that he hadn't wanted me to see it. What was that supposed to mean? That he didn't want me to know if he was going to kill himself; that he didn't think I cared?

"Harry–" I began, but I really had nothing to say.

"What you have to understand about that is–" He started, but I cut him off.

"How could you?" I wondered aloud, and his face grew shameful. "I care about you, and you didn't want me to know you were going to kill yourself?"

"No! Hermione, please, you have to hear me–" Harry began desperately.

"If I mean that little to you, then I won't force my company on you. Goodbye, Harry." I screeched, completely breaking to pieces, tears running down my face as I ran from the room. Harry grabbed my arm, but I pushed him off. I stumbled out of the room and bumped into Ginny.

"Hermione–Harry! What–" Ginny said loudly, but I just kept on running. I couldn't make it to the door; Harry was too fast and determined to catch me. I tried to apparated but to no avail, he must've jinxed it. So I sprinted into the nearest room and locked it and after casting a quick "Celloportus" and "Muffliato" nonverbally, I collapsed onto the couch and cried my eyes out.

Harry's POV, five hours later.

I was still sitting there by her door, after five hours. Still moaning her name, hoping she would come out. I couldn't hear anything, so I assumed she was asleep. She has to come out sometime, I kept telling myself. She must be getting hungry. The thought made me feel guilty because she's not coming out because of me. There was a small cat flap on the door…

Five minutes later, I returned to the door with a Pumpkin Pasty on a plate. I pushed it through the hole and waited…

I woke with a start. My watch said midnight. My neck had a cramp; I must've slept on it. On the floor before me was a single note in Hermione's handwriting. I grabbed it and read it eagerly, and sighed when I saw it was only one word:

Thanks

I couldn't help but feel my lips curve into a smile at her kindness. I stood on my legs that had long since fallen asleep and glanced through the peephole. She had cried herself to sleep. There were tear tracks on her face which was all red and blotchy.

Deciding to let her sleep, I conjured a pen, removed the non-apparation jinx, and scribbled a note on the back of the one she'd written me. Yawning widely, I went into Sirius's old room, wishing I had apologized, or at least burned that damned note that I wrote when I was confused and half-asleep.

You must not tell lies. I told myself, and as I lay in bed, knowing deep down that I was still considering doing what I had said I would do in that note.

I know it's still not very long, but it'll get longer. PLEASE REVIEW! Chapter Five might be up either today or Friday or Saturday. Depends on the reaction this chapter gets. More reviews make me work faster ;)