Author's Note: It has been mentioned that last chapter was creepy. Yes I know it was creepy. It was meant to be creepy. I felt creepy writing it, but as a Creative Writing major the professors tell me to write about controversial things and not stick to the nice stuff, so I'm challenging myself here. In the future I will alert you for possible creepiness. Thank you for all your reviews, even the creepy ones…lol

On another Creepiness Note:

I figured as a SUPER DUPER creepiness treat I would tell my beloved audience about really creepy stories and music lyrics I have found that scarred by brain for life (Thanks to my professors who made the class read them, both the song lyrics and the story). I hate both of these SOOOO much because they are so disturbing, and they will definitely put last chapter's creepiness to shame…

*Warning* SEVERE CREEPINESS FOR BOTH OF THESE BELOW!

-The short story "The Babysitter" by Robert Coover.

-The song "The End" by Blue October

Harry heard her first. The shrill piercing sound had drifted down from the Head Girl's dorms to his attentive ears where he sat chatting with Ron and Ginny in the common room. He never thought he'd here that kind of scream again; a scream that only comes from knowing that your death is quickly approaching.

He did not hesitate. He did not wait for Ron or Ginny or for anyone else who was standing around wondering what the hell was happening. He did not go to alert his Head of House. But he did know his friend was in trouble. He did know that she needed him. And that was all he really needed to break her privacy and the locking charm on her door.

He pushed the door open and it made a sharp crack as it hit the wall, not that he noticed. He did, however, notice the metallic smell that hung in the air that made him afraid to flick the light switch on. Oh, gods, he thought, please let it not be blood. Please. Anything else. He realized the fates had not granted him his request as he flicked on the light. Hermione lay still in the center of bed; the once white sheets tangled about her legs, arms and neck, while her head faced away from the door. She rose suddenly to look at him with new dark, hollow eyes, vaulting herself off the bed into his arms where they collapsed on the floor, her weeping while he tried to soothe her. What's wrong? What happened?, he questioned her, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing at the same time. That's when he saw them; the scratches. Deep, penetrating gashes that left uneven marks on her skin and leaked that crimson, warm, wetness that now stained the sheets, the wall above her headboard, her uniform, the carpet and now his clothes.

He urged her more fervently to tell him what was wrong and who did this to her, but she just sobbed harder and dug her nails further into her already bloodied skin, so he settled for holding her until Ginny and Ron made it up the stairs with McGonagall, or Dumbledore, or Pomfrey, hell at this point he would even take Snape; he just wanted someone who would be able to protect his friend from whatever she was running from.

Albus, you cannot do this. The girl needs someone to be there, a familiar shoulder to cry on. She does not need to be taken away from what she knows. She needs the support of friends in her House.

I understand this perfectly, Minerva.

I don't think you do. Taking her away from her friends, the support system in her House could have devastating consequences. Events worse than what already has happened could take place and…

And he will be prepared to take care of them. I am certain you have not forgotten his expertise in this area of study. Besides they have fellow souls; both are dedicated to study and the pursuit of knowledge, perhaps this will help to ease the pain each of them suffers.

This has little to do with his plight. He chose that path, she did not and she should not be made to suffer his ill mood constantly when she can be easily protected and watched here at Hogwarts without the reminder of what has happened.

The only way she will be able to fight through this is through the company of someone who challenges her, and forces her to sort through those memories. He may be disagreeable, but he will not allow her to sweep a month of misplaced events and thoughts under the rug. They will do more harm than good that way. Her schooling is finished and she is at the top of her class, any other resources or information, I'm sure he will provide. She will be well taken care of and protected.

But Albus…

Minerva, I don't think you understand. He is her last hope.