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Christmas

Hermione:

I felt numb. I wasn't scared or anything, I was just numb. It had come as a shock. I mean, I had known that Voldemort wanted me dead because I was one of Harry's best friends and because I was a muggle-born or, as he so liked to put it, a mudblood.

I didn't know where I was going, only that I wanted to get away from everyone and just be alone. I sighed wearily, there was only one place where I could truly be alone, and that was the second place they'd look. The first, of course, would be the library so I was definitely not going there.

Suddenly I stopped, there was one place that no-one else knew about. One place where I could truly be alone and think about what was going on. I was going to the Burrow tomorrow, but for now I just wanted to be alone.

I made my solitary way to the Gryffindor common room, hoping that it was be empty because it was quite early. Fortunately it was and I was unhindered as I made my way to my room and then to the roof.

I settled down in the place I had before, watching as the sun peaked on the horizon, looking ultimately too cheerful to be a part of this world of pain and suffering.

I sighed, I knew I would have to leave eventually but it was so peaceful. I realised that I did want to talk to someone, I wanted to talk to Luke, but I no idea where he was.

"Hey," a quiet voice stated from behind me. I jumped up in horror, whirling around to face him. At first I was stunned into silence, but then I felt my feet beginning to slip. My mouth opened but I only let forth a small squeak.

He leaned out and grabbed me just as I fell, using the muscles in his arms to anchor me into place. My legs were hanging off the side and I tried to scrabble for a purchase on the smooth stone wall.

"Hold on Mione," Luke groaned, attempting to pull me up. I suddenly shot up, knocking him over. We both landed hard, me on top of him, and he let out a winded gasp.

"Sorry," I muttered, wondering how he had found me just as I had been wanting to talk to him. I was about to roll off but he held me there. I gulped, suddenly very aware of how close we were.

In a sudden rush of daring, I lowered my lips to his. He rolled me over until he was on top, placing his arms on either side of my head but he didn't pull away.

I didn't see any fireworks behind my closed eyelids or anything like that, but I definitely didn't want it to stop.

Finally he pulled back and we both sat up, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Sorry for what?" I asked, my heart stuttering in my chest. Did he regret it? Would he just leave me alone out here to ponder on what just happened?

"I'm sorry," he repeated, "I shouldn't have done that." And before I could do anything else, he stood up and left.

XxX

Luke:

I didn't want to leave; I wanted to stay with her and tell her that I would never hurt her, but the truth was that I probably would, and it would be easier to betray and kidnap her if I didn't care about her. The only problem was that it was too late, I already did care, and I was falling fast.

I swore under my breath as I made my way down from the roof: what the hell was I to do? I couldn't let what had just happened happen again, Mione would hate me forever.

Draco met me on my way to the common room, wherever he'd been had left him with a healthy and happy glow. I decided to not ask where he'd been and instead fell into step beside him, flashing him a small smile. He clearly saw right through my façade and dragged me into an empty classroom. As soon as we were away from prying eyes and pealed ears, he demanded, "What happened?"

"Nothing," I muttered, avoiding his eyes. Nevertheless, he saw straight through me again and just raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"You actually expect me to believe that?"

I just shrugged, taking a seat on the teacher's desk and raising my eyes to his.

"I kissed her."

My voice was quiet but echoed in the sudden silence. I dropped my head onto my chest again and sighed loudly.

"Look," he murmured eventually, "I know Slytherins are supposed to be cold, unfeeling and don't understand emotions, but I can tell that you really like her. I say go for it. Granger may just be a Gryffindor, but if you like her enough, go for it."

"But what about the Dark Lord?"

"Screw him," Draco shouted, raising his hands above his head to emphasise his point, "You are not his servant yet, don't make it so."

"You're right," I whispered, "I have to go."

Before he could say anything else, I quickly hopped down and raced out of the room, on a mission. I caught her just as she was about to say the password to open Gryffindor common room, but I quickly grabbed her hand, pulling her away.

She glanced up in surprise as she was pulled away and they filled with unshed tears. She quickly turned away but I had already seen them.

I wanted more than anything to be able to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say. I felt as hopeless as she felt alone, but I had never let that deter me before.

"Mione, I…"

"What?" she snapped, whirling back around and not even seeming to notice the tears that fell from her warm brown eyes, "I have nothing to say to you."

She tried to walk away but I held her tighter. She winced slightly and I released her. Instead of running away as I'd expected, she turned back again, eyes watching me, "Why are you here, Luke?"

"I came to say that I'm sorry…"

"I think we already covered that," she interrupted harshly but I spoke as if she hadn't.

"…I shouldn't have run away and I…"

I didn't know what to say, so I pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. It was our second kiss, but it felt like our first. Whereas that had been sweet and tender, this was fiery and loving. When I pulled back, I whispered, "Hermione Granger, will you go out with me?"

XxX

Harry:

"Where is she?"

Harry was standing in the Gryffindor common room, in front of Ginny, Ron, Fred and George – both of whom had been there for the Order meeting.

"We've looked everywhere," Ron murmured in defeat, "I know this is a lot to take in, but she wouldn't have left the castle, would she?"

"No," Ginny snapped, "Dumbledore would have stopped her. If she is kidnapped, not only will she be forced to spill Order secrets, she would not come back alive. Hermione isn't the Brightest Witch of the Age for nothing."

"Where is she?" Harry repeated, near to tears.

"Where's who?" Seamus asked as he and Dean came over, along with Lavender and Parvati, the latter of whom exclaimed, "Where's Hermione."

Harry raised his hand as if to say that's who we're looking for, but the others weren't paying them any attention anymore; their eyes were fixed resolutely on the Fat Lady.

"She's there," Dean murmured, pointing.

All eyes turned to the portrait hole, through which Hermione was clambering. All four Weasleys, plus Harry, breathed a sigh of relief.

"You okay?" Ron asked as she approached. Hermione nodded but said nothing, glancing at Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Parvati, clearly not about to say anything while they were there. Huffing in annoyance, the four of them turned on their heels and stormed off to another corner of the common room, where they kept throwing dirty looks at the six Gryffindors by the fire.

"Look," Ginny murmured, "We know it's hard – learning that someone wants you dead…"

Hermione interrupted with a short bark of laughter, "Voldemort's wanted me dead since I was eleven, I don't think I really care about that anymore."

Ginny and Harry exchanged confused glances while Fred – or was it George – asked, "What made you so upset then?"

"I just want to know who, in this school, would hate me enough to want me dead. I know the Slytherins don't particularly like me, but to think that one of them would want me dead…"

She trailed off, lost in thought, and the others waited for her to continue. When it appeared that she wouldn't, the twins stood up and left, muttering that they had to tell Dumbledore that Hermione had returned.

"I met my father the other day," she murmured eventually, finally wrenching her gaze away from the fire and to her gobsmacked best friends.

"You've known him all your life," Ron answered carefully, afraid that she would blow up in his face. She didn't reply for almost five minutes, her eyes now on the window and the swirling wind outside.

"No."

"No what?"

Hermione sighed and resigned herself to a long night, knowing that they would have endless questions to ask her.

"You've heard of Demi-gods, right?"

When the other three murmured in agreement, she continued, "I found out yesterday that Jupiter – the Roman King of the Gods – is mine and Jase's father…"

"Then who's your muggle father?" Ron asked un-tactfully, frowning in confusion.

"My mother's husband; my step-father, take your pick."

"You're taking the mick," Harry exclaimed, causing the two youngest Weasley's to exchange befuddled glances.

"What does taking the mick mean?" Ginny asked while Ron demanded, "Whose Mick?"

Both Hermione and Harry burst into laughter, shaking their heads with tears streaming down their faces. Finally, Hermione spoke for both of them, "It's just a muggle expression and no, Harry, I'm not taking you for idiots."

"But how are you a Demi-god?"

"I don't know but you know that meal I went on with Healer Snow?" The other three nodded. "He actually wanted to introduce me to father, Uncle Neptune and Uncle Pluto; it feels weird calling them that."

Harry frowned, there was something Hermione wasn't telling them, something big, and he was going to find out what it was.

"What did Dumbledore tell you that day during Potions when you had to see him?" He demanded, not going to let her change the subject or leave as she had before.

It seemed that this had no even crossed his best friends mind as she murmured, "He told me of my heritage but also of a prophecy regarding a child of Rome and a child of Greece. In other words, a Roman and a Greek Demi-god. Dumbledore believes that I am the Roman one, but he had no clue as to the other."

"Can we hear it?"

"From the house of Roman and Greek, two mortal enemies by blood will meet. The Roman girl born in the mid of September 1979 while the boy born at the end of April 1978. A chance encounter, but one that will live through the ages until again they meet, and with her magic and his skill with the sword, none shall prevail. The only hope to destroy him forever lies in their hands and loyalty for all will need. The long-dead King of Gods will attempt to destroy the bond and only a child will be able to stop him."

"Seriously," Ginny asked in awe, "That is so cool."

"At least one of us thinks that," Hermione snapped, turning away.

"Who do you suppose is the him it refers to?" Ron asked, cocking his head to one side as he regarding the others, "You don't think it's V…Voldemort do you?"

If the others were surprised by his use of the name, they made no sign or comment about it and continued with the conversation.

"No," Hermione mused, "I have done some…"

"Research," the other three chorused, eliciting a small smile from her. She hadn't smiled since receiving the news that Voldemort wanted her dead.

"Yes, I have done some research, and I believe that it refers to Chronos, the Greek version of Saturn, the King of the Gods before Zeus and his brothers killed him. Chronos is trying to destroy the Gods and make himself the ruler again."

"But what does this have to do with you?"

"I'm not sure, but it must be important. It has to be…"

XxX

Hermione:

"Mione, Mione, wake up," Gin yelled from somewhere to my left.

We had left Hogwarts a couple of days ago, and so far no-one had mentioned me being a Demi-god, or the fact that Voldemort was sending people after me. In fact, the only things that kept me from forgetting, was the Aurors surrounding the Burrow, the Order members that kept visiting, and the wards that sizzled into existence around the house whenever anyone apparated near to it.

"Don't wanna," I muttered in response to Gin's screaming.

"Aw, come on Mi. It's Christmas and it's snowing."

That was enough to get me out of bed. I had always loved the snow, ever since I was a little girl, and still enjoyed having snowball fights and generally having fun in the white powder.

"Ok," I muttered, "I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes."

"You better," the fiery red-head warned, "Or I'm coming to find you."

I gave a small laugh and decided not to disappoint Ginny; I didn't really want to be on the receiving end of one of her famous bat-bogey hexes, even though we were not in school.

Exactly nine minutes fifty six seconds later, I was downstairs. I had dressed in a simple aqua-blue top, over which I had my white coat and navy jeans.

All of the Weasley's were home for Christmas, including Percy, much to his annoyance. I assumed it wasn't so much the fact that they wanted to come home, as the fact that Dumbledore said they had to in order to protect me. I hated that. I hated being so young and helpless, and at this moment in time I didn't even have my brother because he was staying at school for the holidays.

"We'll be back in two hours," Gin announced loudly, giving her mother a pointed glance. Molly nodded and shouted at our retreating backs, "Stay inside the perimeter."

We found Ron, Harry, Fred and George having a snowball fight out back and we joined in for about an hour, until we were all soaked and freezing. It was only then that we decided to head in to prevent from getting hypothermia. I heard a slight sound from the hill to our right and told the others to go ahead.

I wasn't surprised in the slightest to see Luke sitting on the snow below, staring out over the frozen lake in front of him. He seemed to be in such deep thoughts that he didn't even seem to notice me sit next to him.

"Hey," I whispered, slipping my cold hand into his and allowing him to warm them for me.

"Aren't you outside the protection of Weasley's house," he murmured.

"Yes," was my blunt reply, "But I wanted to see you."

He turned towards me, about to kiss me, but his eyes widened at something behind me. Before I could do anything other than give a small squeak of surprise, he launched me to one side and away from the spell that had been aimed at my back.

Turning, I saw a masked Death Eater standing there. Even as I watched, more apparated into view. I glanced upwards, wondering if I could get into the confines of the wards in time, but knew that I couldn't. It was too far.

"Well done Luke," the first Death Eater purred, nearing him and smiling sickeningly, "The Dark Lord will be please."

She said something else but I didn't hear it, my thoughts were on Luke. He was the one who must have been working for Voldemort, he had made me trust him and then thrust my heart back at me. Well, no more. I would survive this, and I would make him pay.

Luke must have seen my horror in my expression because he began to say something. The woman cut him off by sending a silencing spell his way. This confused me, why would she silence him if he was working for her?

"You actually thought he cared for you?" she laughed cruelly, "He could never care for a filthy mudblood such as yourself."

I was dragged up by two of the other Death Eaters and we dissaparated to God-only-knew-where.

XxX

Ginny:

"She said she was right behind us," Ginny muttered in disbelief as they watched the scene unfolding below them. They were too shocked to do anything other than watch as their best friend was about to be kidnapped before their very eyes.

Suddenly, Harry snapped into action, "Gin, go and get your parents and whoever else is there. Fred and George try and save Mione. Ron, you and I are going to go around and trap them on all sides."

They dispersed and Ginny began to run as fast as her short legs could carry her. Even though she was quite fit, she was breathing heavily by the time she reached the Burrow and she literally flew through the house until she reached the place where the Order was having a meeting. They broke off as soon as they saw her, red-faced and sweaty.

"Gin, what's going on? What happened?" Molly demanded immediately. Ginny felt like she was about to cry, but knew that she had to hold it in for Hermione's sake.

"It's Hermione," was all she could gasp. It was all she had to. Remus raced past, shouting for her to lead the way, and the others followed shortly.

The arrived too late. The last of the Death Eater's raised their hands in a farewell gesture before dissaperating just as Ron and Harry ran back in.

Everyone was silent.

Hermione had been kidnapped.

XxX

Luke:

She was going to hate me. Hermione was going to hate me because she thought that I had betrayed her. I hadn't. The truth was that I only wanted to talk to her, which was why I had gone to the Burrow in the first place. It seemed that Bellatrix Lestrange had known where I was going and had staged this little attack. She hated me.

"Luke," said a quiet voice at the door before it was pushed open.

I was in Malfoy Manor, where Hermione was also being imprisoned. I had been here for an hour already, trying to think of a way in which to save her, but I had come up blank so far.

Draco came in, nervously shutting the door behind him. The only reason he would be in this room was if he had come with a plan in which to save Mione. Otherwise, he would have left me alone.

"Well?" I asked eagerly as he sat on the bed, facing me, "You do have a plan, right?"

Still he didn't reply, watching me carefully.

"Yes," he murmured eventually, "But to do so we will need Hermione to trust you again and we need my mother and Dobby the house elf on our side. We'll go for Dobby first I think."

He raised his hand and clicked once, shouting, "Dobby."

It wasn't long before a trembling house elf stood on the carpet before them, "You are no longer Dobby's Master, but Dobby hears that Miss Hermione is in trouble, and Dobby will help you if you want to help her."

"We do, Dobby," Draco replied, kneeling down in front of the elf. I had always heard Lucius shouting at Draco about the correct treatment of house elves, but it appeared that the youngest Malfoy never heeded such things as that.

"Will you fetch my mother please."

Dobby saluted and dissaparated, apparating again moment later with the stunningly beautiful Narcissa Malfoy.

She raised her head into the air upon seeing the darkness of the room, and waved her wand to switch the lights on. I winced slightly in the sudden brightness but did not comment on it and instead watched as Draco explained something to her.

"For this plan to work, Dobby must convince her to trust Luke once more, and you must hurry, the Dark Lord is torturing her as we speak."

I felt my heard wrench painfully at that, but Draco took it all in his stride, nodding calmly to his mother.

"Will you distract father?"

The elderly woman nodded to her son and took her leave. Draco turned to Dobby, "Wait in Granger's cell for her to return. Do not act until I contact you."

The house elf also took his leave and finally Draco explained the plan to me.

"Dobby is going to wait for Granger to return. He is going to heal her and then tell her the truth. Once she has believed him, he is going to return here and mother is going to connect the floo network in the parlour to Dumbledore's office. Dobby is going to apparate with Granger into the parlour, where we are going to get her out."

I nodded once; making a move to stand, but Draco made a move to stop me, "Just be careful, okay?"

"Always am."

XxX

Hermione:

Darkness descended from the world of the living and into my room-if you could call it that. The timbers of the roof creaked and seemed to only be holding up by a thread. It seemed to be swaying around me, making me sway with it. The cell was chilly – even for January. The type of cold that seeped into your clothes and into your mind – making you think horrible thoughts of death and freedom.

I could almost see my breath steaming on the frozen glass as I peered out of my prison cell and into the dank corridors outside. My long, lank hair fell over my hazel-coloured eyes so I pushed it impatiently out of the way. Small flurries of snow kept dropping on my head from a hole in the roof, making me even colder than necessary. Stray strands of straw fluttered across the splintering floor. My teeth were chattering together, loud enough to wake the dead. My face felt like a block of ice and I couldn't smell anything bar the sweet scent of wet snow and fear. My fingers, as they touched the door, could only feel rough wood under calloused hands. I turned eyes to the wall where I could see a bucket full of urine and a mattress of straw, now too dank to sleep on. There were pictures hanging crooked on the wall. Now they were burnt and blackened by the long-gone fire that had set this place ablaze before we'd been imprisoned here. A chair sat in the corner of the room, the headboard bent and the seat punched in. A little doll lay next to me on the ground. A black face with beetling, sunken black eyes. Burnt hair now cut short. And a little pinafore with a sown-on overcoat. I picked her up, touching the coarse dress and smelling the smell I would never forget, the smell of death. With an inhuman cry I launched the doll at the wall and then turned my eyes away again with a moan of despair.

Through the window to outside small flakes were whirling past with no more sound than a whisper and no more purpose than I had here. Wind howled through otherwise silent passages and spoke to me. Muttering words of pain and death into my ears and making me lose all hope I ever had of leaving this place.. My knees, now pulled up to my chest, were white under the blackened timbers of the roof as I lay my head on them and listened to the steady bump of my heart through my clenched fist.

I didn't see but rather felt the sun rise into the sky and throw its weak, loving gaze over me. I could hear a commotion down the corridor as one of the guards-probably the blond one with the pansy, blue eyes and the fuzz on his chin from want of a beard-brought food to all the hungry inmates. I heard his steady tread as he came down towards me. But I could also hear another, heavier tread with him. Maybe this was a rare visitor but I couldn't make out what Blondie- as I had heard him called by other guards-or his friend was saying.

The stopped outside my door. I heard the key going into the lock and being turned, ever so slowly, in a clockwise direction. With a satisfying click the door was pushed forward, knocking me to the ground. I heard cruel laughter as Blondie stepped in and I felt the harsh kick of a boot in my stomach, which made me groan and roll onto my back. Blondie set the food down near the urine bucket and from the sloshing around he had displaced the bucket which now lay on its side with urine all over my food, if you could call it that, it was more like gruel.

I scrabbled on the floor in an attempt to salvage the food and Blondie laughed again but I paid him no attention. I had already been here for five days, and so far every day had been the same. They would give me my food in the morning, and then – at about three o'clock – they would take me into Malfoy Manor, which was just around the corner. I would be taken into a small, dingy room with only Voldemort for company and he would torture me for hours to try and find out anything about the Order of the Phoenix, but I hadn't told him anything. A couple of times he had even tried legilimency and, though he was good at it, Dumbledore himself had taught me occlumency and I could successfully push him out of my mind.

I had completely forgotten about the other pair of boots I had heard down the corridor and, as the door closed, I thought I was alone. How wrong I was.

"Look at you Granger," Malfoy sighed from behind me and I whirled around to sit on my heels watching him, "Look at what you've become."

He didn't call me a mudblood or anything else hurtful and I finally had the courage to ask, "Are you going to get me out of here."

I hadn't cried since being imprisoned, but that didn't stop the salty tears that flew easily down my face. I turned it from him so that he wouldn't see, but it appeared that he did anyway. Awkwardly, he sat beside me and pulled me to him, hugging me.

"Did Dobby tell you of Luke's part in all of this?" he asked after about five minutes of silence.

That's right, I almost forgot. Dobby had come to me on the day of my arrival, and told me the truth about what happened. At first I hadn't believed him, but it did sound like something Bellatrix Lestrange would do, and I would give anything for the simple fact that Luke hadn't betrayed me. Dobby had also said that they would get me out of there soon, but that hadn't happened yet.

As if reading my thoughts, Malfoy said, "It's taken longer than expected to get us connected to the floo network, I…" he paused, hesitating, but then he muttered in a rush, "I'm sorry, but if you ever tell anyone I said that, I will have you committed for insanity."

I laughed, raising my eyes to his and I nodded, "I won't and thank you Malfoy."

He nodded uncomfortably and helped me to walk to the door.

"Blondie," Malfoy commanded once we were there, "There's been a change of plan, take her to the parlour."

I guessed that this was part of the plan so I pretended like I didn't want to go and began to kick and scream, attempting to claw at his face. In the end he had to call for someone else and the four of us made our silent way to the massive parlour.

I could describe it, but that would waste time, so I won't.

Malfoy – Draco, whatever I should call him – dismissed the two guards and soon after, the door opened again and Mrs Malfoy and Luke entered. Mrs Malfoy gave me a small smile and, not caring that I was covered in urine and other filth, grabbed me into a hug, murmuring her sorry's a she did so.

Luke was next and the two Malfoy's quickly engaged in a conversation to give us some privacy.

"I'm sorry for thinking it was you who betrayed me," I murmured as he took the few steps over to me so enveloped me in a hug.

"No, I'm sorry that you had to go through that. If I could, I would make sure that no-one ever hurts you again, Mione."

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could do so, he quickly kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. When we both pulled back for air, the two Malfoy's were regarding us with interest. I blushed but Luke didn't seem to mind.

"Okay, Miss Granger, you have used the floo before, haven't you?" Mrs Malfoy asked nervously, handing me a bit of floor powder once I'd nodded confirmation.

"Thank you for your help," I murmured just before entering the green flames and yelling, "Dumbledore's office."

XxX

Luke:

"No, I'm sorry that you had to go through that. If I could, I would make sure that no-one ever hurts you again, Mione," I murmured after pulling back from the kiss.

I hoped I would be able to keep her from any pain, but that was so naïve and I didn't believe it for a second. Despite what I may have said, I still worked for the Dark Lord and the General, but I would still end up hurting her. I had to, it was my destiny.

I was going to make every second with the fiery Gryffindor count, and no-one could stop me. Narcissa pulled me from my thoughts by saying, "Okay, Miss Granger, you have used the floor before, haven't you?"

I nearly laughed loudly at that. Mione may be a muggle born, but she was best friends with Weasley, and he was most definitely a pureblood. It was clear that she had used the floo before as she nodded and said, "Thank you for your help." And then she was gone.

I would see her again, of that I was certain, but the next time we saw each other we may be on different sides of a battle field. Was it so bad to love your enemy? No, I wasn't in love; it was merely a strong attraction that was getting stronger by the second. It most definitely wasn't love.

"Luke."

Draco was right in front of me and I had been so deep into my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed. I nodded to him and moved to sit on the sofa, watching the two Malfoy's closely.

"Are you going to leave the Dark Lord?" Narcissa asked after a pause, "Draco is."

"I already have," Draco corrected rudely but then turned to face me.

"I cannot," was my quiet reply, "I will not. This is everything I have ever wanted, and more."

"Don't you care about Granger at all?" Draco demanded in exasperation.

"I do," I muttered, lowering my eyes from his, "But I cannot leave the General and the Dark Lord." I stood and made my way out of the room. In the doorway I paused and, turning back to them, asked, "Will you protect Hermione?"

"With my life," the youngest Malfoy replied without hesitation.

I nodded and took my leave, feeling as though a weight had left my chest.

XxX

Harry:

"She's been gone for five days," Harry snapped angrily.

The whole of the Order of the Phoenix were in Dumbledore's office, having been called there to hear

if any new news had been found about Hermione's whereabouts.

"Please tell me that someone has found something."

When no-one replied, he threw up his hands and was about to come up with a witty retort when the fireplace behind Dumbledore's office burned green and out tumbled the last person any of them had expected to see.

Hermione got shakily to her feet, wiped a hand across her sooty face, and said, "I'm back." And then she collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

Harry was the first to move, making his hurried way to her side and checking her pulse. She was still alive, but barely.

"We must get her to Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore demanded as Harry bundled his friend into his arms. She was so skinny and frail that he was afraid she would break if handled too roughly.

The Order followed him as she made his way from the office and to the hospital wing. Everyone turned to stare at the odd sight in confusion. It was known throughout the school that she had been kidnapped, but everyone had believed her to be dead. And now she was back, unconscious, in Harry Potter's arms and with a mix of Aurors, Weasleys, and Professor's following.

"What is it Albus?" Pomfrey demanded as she opened the door to admit them. Harry immediately took his best friend to the door at the back and laid her gently on the bed while Madam Pomfrey fussed around her.

"Out, out," she shrieked, waving her hand like a large, ugly bird.

"Can't we stay," Ginny whined, attempting to move to Hermione's side but being prevented from doing so by a very annoyed matron.

"I think not. Now, go to the Great Hall, eat, go to bed and then you can see her after breakfast."

"But…"

"No buts Gin," Harry murmured, "Madam Pomfrey is right."

The matron gave him a mistrustful glance but said no more as the three Gryffindors joined the Order in the Great Hall.

They took up a lot of the Gryffindor table and even a few Professors', such as McGonagall and Snape, were there as well. No-one else made any comment because by now everyone knew that Hermione had returned and was now lying, as though dead, in the hospital wing.

It seemed that everyone looked up as the Gryffindors entered but, upon seeing their glum faces, returned to their meals.

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Dumbledore:

Dumbledore watched his odd band of followers from his seat at the Professors' table and he gave a sad smile: he had no doubt that Hermione would be physically fine. It was her mental health he was worried about.

The young Mr Malfoy had been giving him reports of what had been going on in the Manor while Miss Granger had been there, and none of it was good. This could seriously jeopardise the effectiveness of the Prophecy about Miss Granger and Mr Castellan.

He sighed; he could only hope that she would make a full recovery. And hope he did.

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Hermione:

When I woke up it was all dark. I glanced around in confusion as the events of yesterday came back to me. If I was at Hogwarts, then why was it as dark as it was in the cell? I gave an involuntary shiver at that thought and attempted to remove it from my thoughts.

It was only then that I realised that I was in a warm bed with soft covers, not the hard, stone floor. And there were hangings preventing me from seeing anything else.

I pulled them to one side to see the bright lights of the hospital wing and the wintery sun slipping through the windows. Madam Pomfrey was just coming out of her office and, when she saw me, a massive grin split her elderly face.

"Miss Granger, you've been asleep for the best part of a week," she told me as she checked my pulse. "Mr and Miss Weasley and Mr Potter are coming to see you after breakfast," she informed me as she transfigured my hospital gown into the same clothes I had been wearing on Christmas, minus the winter coat, "But you are perfectly healthy and may go and see them in the Great Hall."

I nodded and, without answering, bounded out of the room, on my way to find my best friends. I passed no-one as I made my way there and stood framed in the doorway, watching as the Order conversed with the students and vice versa.

I saw Seamus nudge Harry and point at me and I was running. Harry stood up and twirling me around before grabbing me in a bone crushing hug. All conversation had died out and everyone was watching us. I felt déja-vu as Ron also stood and I went to shake his hand. It was like second year all over again when I had been petrified, except that this time I changed my mind at the last second and hugged him too before my attention was diverted by Ginny and I was forced to hug her too.

"Miss Granger," said a quiet voice from behind me and I whirled around to face Dumbledore, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Wotcha Hermione," Tonks beamed while Remus said, "Hope you're feeling better Hermione."

While all the others only watched me as if I would break, Hagrid had no such reservations. He grabbed me in a bone-crushing hug that lifted me off my feet and only placed me back again when I gasped, "My ribs Hagrid."

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Jupiter:

Jupiter, Kings of the Gods, and his brothers, Pluto and Neptune, sat in their usual seats in their mansion in Pompeii, watching the scene that unfolded before them. The other Gods and Goddesses had been sent away while they conversed and now Pluto murmured, "Does she know of the horrors Luke Castellan will put her through before they are done?"

"Of course not," Jupiter snapped, feeling slightly sorry for his only daughter in his Roman form. Of course, he had Thalia Grace in his Roman form, and his son was Jason but this was his Roman daughter. His only Roman daughter.

Before they could ponder more on it, there was a loud knock on the door and it swung open on oiled hinges.

Framed in the doorway stood a pure-white centaur with a small brown beard on his chin. He wasn't smiling, why would he? He was effectively a Greek centaur and he was in Roman territory, but they had invited him here today and who was he to say no?

"My Lord?" he asked, kneeling down.

"Stand Chiron the centaur," Jupiter commanded, and Chiron did just that.

"We have called you here today because of a prophecy connecting both Camp Half-blood and Camp Jupiter. We cannot tell you the finer points of the prophecy, but that it involves Luke Castellan and my daughter, Hermione Granger."

Chiron was shocked into silence.

"But he…" he spluttered, "But he betrayed us, where would they have become acquainted?"

"At Hogwarts of course," Neptune snapped flippantly and in that instant Chiron knew that this was so much bigger than he had thought possible.

Aah, we finally get to see Chiron but I'm afraid we won't see anyone else – or even our favourite centaur – for a little longer. Sorry about that.

An extra specially long chapter for my extra special readers. Merry Christmas guys and keep reviewing. I'm sorry if this chapter changed perspectives quite a lot, but that's what you get with a long chapter.

Luke and Hermione, don't they make the cutest couple ever? I think they do

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