Cedric's face was still broken and bruised on one side. But his mouth, every time he opened his mouth, blood would pour from the sides of it.

I struggled to get away, but he wouldn't let go, forcing me to look at his mouth. He was saying something, but without sound I couldn't understand him.

"Cedric, let go of me," I said, trying break his grip.

Cedric shook my shoulders roughly, gripping them tightly, still speaking mutely.

"Cedric, let me go!"

"Hermione? Hermione, wake up!"

I awoke with a start, both Mrs. Weasley and Sirius knelt on either side of me. I groaned softly as I sat up, rubbing my upper arms, I could feel Cedric's tight grip on them.

"Are you all right, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Just a nightmare."

"You were saying something about Cedric in your sleep," said Sirius.

"I was?"

He nodded.

"I'm sure it's nothing," said Mrs. Weasley as she began to make breakfast. "Just a dream."

"Yeah," I said hesitantly.

"Today we will going to Diagon Alley for school supplies," said Mrs. Weasley as she began to sizzle sausage on the stove.

"Oh, all right," I said, gathering up the papers and slipping them back into the file, then rising to my feet. "Then I better get ready."

As I passed Sirius, he gave my free hand a comforting squeeze. I smiled as I slipped my hand free and headed for the stairs. As I continued up the stairs, I passed the rest of the Weasleys, bidding me a good morning.

"Mmm," said Ron, inhaling deeply. "Mom's bacon and sausage.

I smiled as shook my head. Ron had picked up his speed, shoving Ginny out of his way. Ginny yelled after him in anger.

I was almost to my room when I bumped into something solid and hard, the file slipping from my arms. Its contents spread along the floor.

"Damn it!" I swore, lowering to the floor.

"Sorry."

I looked up to find Harry standing in front of me, replacing his glasses after he cleaned them. He looked pale and tired. I noticed his night robe was untied, revealing his well-toned chest and pajama pants underneath.

"Here, let me help you," he offered, joining me on the floor.

Neither one of us said a word as we gathered the papers, occasionally exchanging awkward glances.

"What's this?" Harry asked suddenly.

I looked up, my stomach tightened. Harry was holding the Forensics and Autopsy reports.

"Nothing," I said reaching for the papers but Harry held them out of my reach. "It's nothing, Harry. Give them to me."

Harry ignored me as he scanned the papers. It seemed like hours when he finally looked up at me.

"What are you doing with these?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Nothing important."

"Where did get them?"

"The library in Diagon Alley," I said.

"When do you have to send them back?"

I didn't say anything.

Harry stared me like he had no idea who was.

"You stole them?"

"What's the big deal?" I asked, at last able to take the papers from him and put them back in the file. "It's just one file."

"Why do you even need it?" Harry asked.

"I need to change for our visit to Diagon Alley," I muttered, moving past him to my room.

"Hermione, I know you miss him," he called after me. I stopped but didn't turn around. "I know it's been hard for you with him gone. But, no matter how much you wish it wasn't true, Cedric is dead and he isn't coming back."

I tightened my grip on the file.

"It's time to let him go."

Something inside me felt like it was boiling. I turned around and stormed up to Harry and once I close enough, I slapped him so hard across the face that my hand appeared invisible.

"You bastard!" I yelled, not caring who heard "How dare you! Don't even tell me you know how hard it's been for me. You have no idea what it's been like! You have no idea what I've been through and what I've seen."

Harry stared at me confused.

Tears began to burn my eyes and I turned away, heading for my room. Once I was inside, I closed the door softly behind me and flattened myself against it. I groaned loudly in frustration. I hated fighting with Harry, and it pained me to realize that we've being doing it a lot lately.

I sighed as I placed the file on a desk I hadn't noticed before. I pulled out the chair and sat down. I lit the desk lamp, the sun wasn't showing enough light on the surface. I looked over the file again, trying to find anything that could help.

"Nothing," I muttered. "Damn it!"

I closed the file, sighed and put my face in my hands.

There was a knock at my door.

"Hermione? Are you coming down for breakfast any time soon?" Ginny asked through the door. "We're going to Diagon Alley once we're finished with breakfast."

I looked to my window, sunlight was now shining brightly through it.

"Oh, shoot! I'll be down in a minute!" I called.

I didn't hear a response.

Ten minutes later, I was coming down stairs wearing my Hard Rock Café T-shirt, a pair of jeans and tennis shoes.

"Morning, everyone," I greeted.

Everyone greeted me with a good morning.

"Juice, Hermione?" Sirius offered, holding out a glass

"Sure, thanks," I said.

After taking the glass, I moved down the table to find a seat. I stopped when Harry stared at me. I glared at him and then found a seat at the end of the table.

"Breakfast!" said Mrs. Weasley happily as she loaded my plate with food and then moved on to everyone else's.

Everyone was silent, the only sound being heard was the silverware.

"Oh, my word!" said Mrs. Weasley looking at the clock. "Look at the time. We better get down to Diagon Alley before it gets too crowded."

She waved her wand, causing the dishes and silverware to glide towards the sink and they began cleaning themselves.

"Mom!" Ron whined.

Mrs. Weasley glared at him.

Sometime later, we were all standing in front of the door.

"Now, remember," said Mrs. Weasley as she adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder. "I will not have any of you causing trouble, no wandering off." She was staring at Fred and George when she said this.

Fred and George shared a glance with each other and shrugged.

"Everyone ready?"

We all muttered yes.

The weather outside was cloudy and slightly grey with a light breeze.

"Everyone stand back," Mr. Weasley warned before raising his wand.

The sudden sound of thunder filled the air, as the Knight Bus appeared, squeaking to a halt in front of us.

As we boarded the bus, the sound of barking caught our attention. We all turned around to see a big black dog standing in the doorway of the house, wagging its tail excitedly.

"No Snuffles, you have to stay here!" Harry called out to him.

"I'll take care of it," I told him, heading back to the house.

The dog began panting happily, still wagging its tail excitedly.

"Come on, Snuffles," I said slightly pushing him back inside. I checked to make sure no one was looking before I turned back to him. "Are you crazy, Sirius? You can't go outside. Someone could see you."

Sirius whined.

"No, not even in your Animagi form."

Sirius hung his head.

"Please don't be like that, Sirius," I sighed. "If you were caught…"

Sirius lightly leaped onto his hind legs, placing his front paws on my shoulders, then he licked my face.

I laughed. "So you'll stay?"

Sirius wagged his tail.

"Good."

I backed away and Sirius returned to all fours.

"We'll be back soon," I said as I went out the door.

"Everything okay?" Harry asked as I boarded the bus, finding everyone already seated.

I nodded.

"Hold on," Stan warned, and before I could sit down the bus launched forward, forcing me to fall into Harry's lap. "Sorry," I muttered, trying to keep my footing.

Harry just smiled.

I stared at Harry before moving to the back of the bus to find a seat. Once again, I stared out the window, watching the trees and buildings leap out of the way of the bus.

"Hey."

I looked over, finding Ginny standing in the aisle.

"Mind if I take a seat?" she asked gesturing to the empty seat next to mine.

"Sure."

Ginny cleared her throat as she sat down. I returned my attention to the window.

"Are you and Harry fighting?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Why?"

"No reason," said Ginny. "I just found it strange that you weren't sitting with him."

"Why is that strange?" I wondered.

"It's just that you guys are best friends. You're hardly seen without each other," Ginny explained. "Now you're treating him like he has the plague."

I didn't say anything.

"Did you two have a fight?" Ginny asked again.

I sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."

The bus suddenly screeched to a halt and I was forced against my seat.

"Diagon Alley," said Stan.

"Thank you very much," said Mrs. Weasley, paying him several sickles and knuts while we left the bus.

"Well, first things first," said Mrs. Weasley. "Gringotts."