A few different characters in this chapter


Hot searing pain, her bones protesting under the raging fire. Pain so unimaginable crippling her young battered body. A haunting scream piercing the silent night air. Darkness offering her relief.

Headquarters, a dark depressing hovel belonging to his childhood bully. Disgusting mutt Severus sneered. Entering the front door revealing a damp, dark, crowded hall, welcomed by an insane banshee screeching. "Filth plaguing my beloved home, filthy blood traitors and scum.." whipping his wand out, slashing at Walburga Black's portrait silencing the demented harpy.

Mother like son Severus mused. The damn potrait alerting the order members present to his arrival. Slamming his way through to the kitchen, spotting his target.

"I hope you are now finally happy Albus" he spat at the old coot, forever with that blasted twinkle in his eye.

The assembled occupants at the long shabby table remained silent, a pin could be heard, watching the interaction with their beloved master and the dark bitter wizard.

The headmaster glanced up and smiled at his potions master, ignoring the boys attitude. "My dear boy, whatever could be the problem?" his blue eyes twinkling.

Trying to reign in his temper, Severus leant on the table, his knuckles turning white from his deadly grip on the rotten wood. "Granger is gone, she was badly hurt!". Forcing the image in to the old mans mind, tearing through Albus walls.

"You did this Dumbledore. You accused an innocent chit of being a bloody death eater. Her death will lie at your feet, her blood forever on your hands " growling menacingly in the pale face of Dumbledore. "You have lost this war for all of us". Looking down he released his fists, that somehow wound up gripping the headmasters disgustingly multi coloured robes.

The old man had the grace of looking ashamed, before he had the chance to retaliate his deputy head spoke up.

"We must find her Severus. I will take Tonks and Shacklebolt with me to the girls house" Minerva rasped out. Clearly her cub being in unknown amounts of danger was causing the stern witch to crumble. She stood up with the two aurors, leaving without waiting for a response, leaving without looking back at the man she once believed as her friend, her companion, her confident.

All three tensed filled adults appeared in front of a lone garden shed backed on to the Granger's household. Sensing no movement or threat, Minerva led the way through the large beautiful much loved garden to the back of the house. Signalling to her companions to split up moving through the silent home.

Meanwhile Severus along with Lucius and Draco took to searching Granger's favored spots. They searched through Diagon alley, sweeping through flourish and blotts showing no sign of the little witch, they moved on to hogsmeade in hope that she made her way to the twins Weasley Wizard Wheezes shop but both Weasley men denied seeing any sight of the girl. Curious, they seemed rather distressed at Granger's plight, maybe all Weasleys aren't traitors after all Lucius thought.


He shouldn't of done it, he knew it the moment he framed her, but how the hell would he of saw this coming. The know it all bitch deserved it. Believing she was better than him. Always in her shadow.

Seeing the mixed emotions of anger, fright, disgust and blank looks on the faces of those assembled, made him beyond nervous. Just need to calm down, no way anyone will know it was my fault he inwardly fought with himself.


Harry Potter hated not knowing. Hated that the man he looked up to might of been wrong. Hated that maybe he was wrong. Wrong to accuse Hermione before hearing her side. The same girl who never turned her back on him, who always believed his word as a true friend should, protecting his back when he led them in to dangerous situations. Never blaming him. Never abandoning him.

Hot tears dripped down his cheeks, splashing against the grubby sill, as he stared out the library's lone window. His heart cletched tightly, his thin frame shaking as sobs took over.

Watching his godson cry, broke Sirius's heart. Leaning against the doorframe, hands in his trouser pockets keeping them still. He was livid that Harry could betray someone who meant a lot to him but seeing him broken, made the overgrown kid wizard march over to the lad and bear hugged him, rocking him as Harrys sobs grew louder.


The sun rising from the north, chasing away the darkness. The first rays of light stinging Draco's exhausted eyes. Having not slept the previous night, being out with his father and godfather searching all over magical London in hopes of finding his friend. Where are you Hermione? Hold on Draco silently pleaded.

His worn out, sleep deprived mother still pacing a path in his father's study carpet. He knew she blamed herself for Hermione. "Mother, you need to calm down, we will find her, she will be fine" Draco tried to reassure his mother though his words felt empty even to him.

Leaving his still distraught mother to her pacing, Draco sat by the foyers main doors, hoping to clear his mind.


"Why you do care so much Malfoy? Isn't the girl just a mudblood, less of them the better!". Crabbe senior innocently inquired cracking up at his own joke, watching Malfoy senior runt unintelligibly while pacing manically.

His already drained energy sapping the last of his strength. Whipping towards the ignorant fool "I used to believe we were better. Now I know its utter rubbish. Look at the Granger girl, can you really deny her magical power, her intellect?!" growling in the shrinking wizards face. "She has more power in her little finger than your simple minded boy. Yes she's a mudblood but at least she isn't insane" shoving the pitiful sorry excuse of a man hard in the chest.

Severus yanked his agitated friend off the stupid man before more blood could be shred. "This is getting us absolutely nowhere. The girl is under my protection, the arrogant fools of the order betrayed her. We can use this to our advantage. Get her on ourside and Potter will fail" Severus bitterly laughed. "We need to find the chit, she already has lost to much blood, her time is running out". Snape was disturbed, he knew she could already be dead. He could feel his heart painfully thudding against his ribcage at the forbidden treacherous thought.

Suddenly the temperature in the stifling room dropped, automatically all the wizards present dropped to their knees bowing their heads in respect and fear.

Lucius involuntary shuddered, from his uncomfortable position, he could see the black immaculate robes and the boney white ghastly bare feet of his lord and master, sweeping by with his hideous familiar trailing after him.

Once the lord was seated elegantly upon his skeleton throne, his minions stood waiting for their master to speak.

"Gentlemen, a pleasssure asssss alwayssss" the reptilian man hissed to his crowd. Lucius dared lift his glaze to the repulsive man, noticing his features contorted to what seems to be a unappetizing smile.

"I hear the mudblood hassss disssapeared, injured by one of our own. Wormtail bring forward my dissspleasure" hissing at the small obnoxious rat man.

Scurrying towards the throne, pushing his prisoner in front of the Dark Lord. Peering down Lucius realised that the undignified heap was his sister in law, unable to stop his feral grin spreading at the witch's plight.

The Dark Lord strode from his throne, pushing the disgraced witch on to her back with his bare foot. Wand poised his favorite curse ready on his lips. "Crucio" he snarled. Watching his second in command writhing and shrieking beneath him. Enjoying the witch's agony, clawing at the wooden flooring, her body arching off the floor, her eyes rolling in her head. The unmistakable stench of urine assaulted his slits, only then did he release the curse.

"Let thissss be a lessson to you all. Granger issss to be left alone. The mudblood issss now Malfoysss and Sssnape duty to keep in line!". His red blood eyes scanning his underlings. "Well what are you waiting for? Go find the girl" his deathly calm whisper making its way to Lucius and Severus.

Both dark wizards not needing to be told twice, fled the overgrown reptiles presence. Severus grabbing his terror stricken godson on the way out. "Come boy. Time is running out" hushed tones leaving Severus tongue.


The house was long since abandoned and still very much empty. Minerva and her two companions left the Granger household empty handed but her heart full of dread.

Arriving back at Hogwarts, standing in the courtyard, her guilt waying her down. Its been all night, where are you lass? Minerva silently cried. Never has she let one of her own students in such dire need, down before. Growling in frustration the stern woman with green emerald eyes disappeared leaving behind a tabby cat, meowling in drowned human emotions.

Albus stood in the shadows watching his long time friend crush under her pain. His twinkle gone knowing he has lost his dear friend. All this for a bloody chit who betrayed me..the order Albus fumed. He will just have to make sure he find the brat first. Smirking the headmaster slipped out in to the night.


Without a backwards glance, the graceful pureblooded Slytherin witch left the manor, her beloved home tainted by evil, and disapparated away.

Narcissa dressed in her finest fur cloak, made her way through the dark forest, branches snatching out at her, stumbling over broken logs and shrubs, unwilling to give up. A howl was sounded from her right, ignoring the fact that she was potential werewolf bait, she carried on hoping to find any evidence of... SNAP. Whipping her wand out, pressing her back against a damp trunk she held her breath. Her heart dropping at the steps closing in on her.

"Lumos".

Narcissa couldn't help but laugh upon seeing her mentor. Dressed in green thick robes wrapped exquisitely around her beautiful frame, the figure on noticing Narcissa lowered her wand light.

"My apologises dear, cats and wolfs don't tend to mix well" Minerva smirked at her younger friend's terrified laughter.

They slowly trekked through the overgrown forest both witches feeling the exhaustion but neither willing to complain. The younger voicing her concerns, firing off questions faster than her mentor could keep up.

"Are you sure Hermione will be here? How did you even know about this place? What if she's badly hurt? What if we are too late?!". The last question made Narcissa's voice waver. Her crystal blue eyes downcast, the forest floor seeming a lot more interesting.

Minerva pulled up short, these questions already plagued her over tired mind, turning to her friend. "Miss Granger told me about this place in her first year. She and her parents came here for many camping trips, Its called the forest of dean. A place she loves, a place she swore she would come back too". Her hand finding Narcissa's shoulder, gently squeezing for support. Not knowing how to answer the last two, Minerva continued on, helping her companion through the rough green terrain.


The back door stood taunting the red haired witch, just another few steps.

"Ginevra Weasley where on earth do you think you are going at this late hour young lady?!" The scratchy voice of Molly Weasley boomed out of nowhere halting Ginnys step. Turning slowly around she came face to face with her mother.

Molly Weasley hands on hips, staring down at her guilty daughter. Her youngests face said it all. Being mother to two well known deliquent twin sons, made her hyper aware of her other children being up to no good.

Ginny tried to appease her mother. "Just going outside for fresh air mom. It is a rather hot night". Looking as innocently as possible.

CRASH..BOOM..

The old burrows kitchen ceiling rumbling from the damage. Her mother winced at the sudden welcomed commotion, knowing full well where that came from and more importantly by whom.

"Stay right there Ginevra, we haven't finished this conversation".

Watching her mother running off to Fred and George's room, Ginny took the chance, racing out the back door, grabbing her discarded broom and with one last glance back to her home, she took off into the night sky. Forgive me mom but this is more important Ginny sighed.

Ginny always felt free as a bird when flying, the wind whipping through her fiery red hair, the adrenaline rush from certain death but also flying solo she had no one telling her what to do. No one demanding her attention. No expectations. No war. Just free to be Ginny. Free to be herself. Something an old friend once helped her to believe.

Noticing the sky starting to brighten with early morning sunrise, Ginny realised she had been flying for some long hours. Her muscles sore from being in the same position for far too long she lowered herself to the ground. Making sure no muggles were in sight, the lone witch shrunk her broom, securing it safely in her robe pocket.

If I remember rightly I should be near the right place Ginny thought quietly. Looking around she came across a lot of trees and greenery. Squaring her shoulders she moved on through the dense mass.