Alright, so…umm…yeah, can't say much right now. Oh – I got Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2! SO HAPPY! :D But, alas, I am coughing my lungs out, so it's not going so well. :(

Disclaimer: I own only the plot and head pains. I don't own Werewolves of London, Can You Hear Me?, or No Rain or any of the Harry Potter books.

"Awooooo, werewolves of London! Awwwoooo!" Alice sang as Marlene and Hermione giggled at her, seeing as she was dancing around the room.

"Oh-oh!" Marlene jumped up on her bed, holding the post and singing, "Can you hear my cries? Can you see my eyes? I am calling – out to you!"

Hermione laughed and struck a pose at the foot of her bed, "All I can say is that my life is pretty plain, I like watching the puddles gather rain! And all I can do is pull some tea for two and speak my point of view on what's not sane. It's not sa-ane!"

"What's that from?" Alice asked as she accompanied Marlene on her bed.

Hermione blinked and shrugged, "I dunno. There was a tune in Durmstrang – I made up the words since I didn't know the language."

"You don't know their language?" Marlene blinked, "Then how did you learn?"

Hermione opened her mouth to shoot out an excuse when a shaky Lily entered, leaning against the door.

"Lily?" Alice asked as Marlene shot down and ran over to her.

"James," she breathed out, making Marlene narrow her eyes.

"What did he do?" she questioned.

"He kissed me," Lily said after a deep breath.

"YES!" Alice and Hermione jumped up, Alice jumping over to Marlene to dance with her.

"Finally!" Alice grinned as she and the black haired girl laughed.

"And?" Hermione prompted.

Lily opened her mouth, ready to answer, when a voice down the stairs called out, "Lily?" She promptly froze.

"Lily," James continued, "Can I talk to you for a minute? Please?"

She stood up and walked out the door, Marlene catching it with her foot so they could hear. She, Alice and Hermione crowded around to listen.

"Look, Lily, I'm sorry," James told her, "I don't know why I did that, and I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to see me again."

"But what about Quidditch?" she muttered.

"I'd still understand," he said, "I shouldn't have done that – it completely violated your privacy."

Lily was silent for a few moments for snapping, "Where were you in fifth year?"

"What?" he asked.

"Where were you in fifth year when I started getting a massive crush on you? You could've been this guy, the one who's nice and cares, and not the insufferable prat!"

"What?"

"Would've made the other half of the year and the rest of sixth a whole lot easier."

"What?"

Alice and Marlene were gaping at each other, mouthing out "Fifth year?" as Hermione inched closer to the door.

Lily murmured to him something inaudible, and Alice called out, "Speak up, Lily, we didn't hear you!"

"Alice!" Marlene and Hermione hissed as Lily huffed.

"I agree with Alice!" Sirius called out, "Speak louder, Evans!"

"What, you didn't hear that?" Remus asked.

"No, what'd she say?" Frank asked.

"I heard Quidditch, who said something about Quidditch?" Peter's sleepy voice inquired.

"That was ages ago, Pete, keep up," Sirius advised as Hermione and the others crept down the steps. They stopped at the base, finding that Sirius and the other boys were conversing, Lily's blushing face buried in James' face as he grinned from ear to ear.

"So?" Hermione asked, her mouth a perfect 'o' before it turned into a timid, innocent smile as she rocked back and forth, "Are we all happy?"

James and Lily nodded, James still grinning and the corner of Lily's smile seen.

"I'm not," Sirius pouted, "I want to know what she said."

"No, Pads," James frowned.

"Oh, you might as well let him know that I asked if you wanted to go out with me now," Lily pulled her face away, her arms still wrapped around his torso though, "He'll keep bugging you all night if you don't."

"Lily!" Marlene soared over to her and hugged her, dancing around with her, "Finally! I'm so proud! My little girl!"

"Go Lily! Go James!" Alice cheered as she and Hermione danced, although she was doing most of the leading. She finally stopped when Hermione snapped her hands back and clutched at her head.

"Ow, oww," she hissed as she dropped to her knees, "Oww, make it stop. Make it stop!"

"Hermione?"

"Hermione!"

She stirred, then sat up quickly, pushing her hair out of her face.

"What's wrong? Harry? Are you all right?"

"It's okay, everything's fine. More than fine. I'm great. There's someone here."

"What do you mean? Who - ?"

"Hermione?"

"Well, there's one good thing," he said savagely. "Snape'll be gone by the end of the year."

"What do you mean?" asked Ron.

"That job's jinxed. No one's lasted more than a year….Quirrell actually died doing it….Personally, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for another death…."

"Harry!" said Hermione, shocked and reproachful.

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"Has Ron saved a goal yet?" asked Hermione, peering out over the top of Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms.

"Well, he can do it if he doesn't think anyone's watching him," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up his end on Saturday."

He got up again and moved restlessly to the window, staring out across the dark grounds.

"You know, Quidditch was about the only thing in this place worth staying for."

"Hermione! Hermione!"

A look of great excitement suddenly dawned on Hermione's face.

"I've just realized – I haven't asked Hagrid to join S.P.E.W. yet!" she said brightly. "Wait for me, will you, while I nip upstairs and get the badges?"

"What is it with her?" said Ron, exasperated, as Hermione ran away up the marble staircase.

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"Make it stop…."

He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, "Possibly no one's warned you, Professor, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."

Neville went scarlet. Harry glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers.

The professor had raised his eyebrows.

"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," he said, "and I am sure he will perform it admirably."

"Please, please, make it stop…."

"Hermione!"

"It hurts…."

"A deathday party?" said Hermione keenly when Harry had changed at last and joined her and Ron in the common room. "I bet there aren't many living people who can say they've been to one of those – it'll be fascinating!"

"Why would anybody want to celebrate the day they died?" said Ron, who was halfway through his Potions homework and grumpy. "Sounds dead depressing to me…."

"Hermione!"

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then."

She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.

"Er – all right."

He cleared his throat.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?"

"Hermione!"

"Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells – "

"Hermione!"

"Aaahh…."

" – but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard – "

"Hermione!"

"I – it hurts…."

"I just hope it will be enough – "

"Hermione, please!"

" – I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"

"Oww," Hermione was crouched on the ground, holding her ears and panting as Lily and the others crowded around her. A few other students had come down to see what was wrong. "Oww."

"Hermione, are you okay?" Sirius asked, looking terrified for her. She looked around and the same expression was on everybody's faces, even those who she didn't know the name of.

"I – " she stood up shakily, gripping Remus' arm, "I don't…." She felt that her face was wet in a combination of sweat and tears. She wiped her face before cleaning her hands on her pajama pants, gripping her elbows, "I don't know…."

"We need to get you to Pomfrey," James said, taking her arm carefully and beginning to lead her to the portrait hole. They were stopped when McGonagall opened the door, looking pale and grave.

"Miss Granger," she began, "I have the most terrible news to tell you."

"What?" she asked, her stomach plummeting. Something wasn't right. Something wasn't right.

"I have just gotten word – "

What had happened? What was that?

" – Professor Dumbledore is already there – "

Her head still ached, and her balance was failing her. She'd no idea what she'd been doing just before that, but it was important.

" – He is surveying, and taking notes and – "

She could only remember she didn't belong there, that she was alone. But she had this overpowering sense of loneliness that she couldn't explain.

" – And Miss Granger, Hermione, I'm upset to say tha-that – "

She could only remember why she was doing a mission.

" – That Fred, George and your parents – "

Harry James Potter.

"Fred, George, Rose and Jack Granger were killed tonight by Deatheaters."

She heard the gasps, cries, saw the gapes and shocked faces, the heads shaking side to side in denial as the tears flowed over. But she saw none of it.

She'd fainted.

"Hermione!" Fred leaped towards her, George rushing as well, "Hermione!"

"Are you okay?" George asked.

"What?" Hermione groaned, clutching her head, "What happened?"

"We're going home!" Fred cheered, jumping up for joy.

"What?" she blinked, "But…but Halloween a-and Horcurxes…."

"They must already be taken care of," George shrugged.

"No…no, something's not right," she shook her head, "I have to…."

"Hey, Hermione," Fred noticed, "You're not wearing white."

She looked down and noticed that she was wearing a baggy periwinkle sweater and skinny jeans – the same thing she'd worn when she first left…wherever it was she'd left from. It hurt to try to remember.

Fred and George, however, were wearing white shirts, jeans and Converse. They were practically poster children for bleach.

"I don't think Hermione's coming with us, Freddie," George said sadly, stepping back as Fred numbly followed him, "I think she's got more work to do than we do."

"B-but," Fred held out his arms pitifully, "Hermione."

She smiled sadly, a tear spilling over, "Don't worry. I'll see you soon."

George smiled sadly back and nodded as he and Fred disappeared and melted into the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione," Lily hiccupped through tears, sitting next to her and holding her hand, "A-are you okay?"

"Fred…George," tears welled up in her eyes, "Mum…Dad…."

"Hermione, I'm so – " Sirius choked on his words, looking heartbroken.

"I…they," Hermione slowly sat up, seeing McGonagall by her head, "They…they're…."

"They saw that they were unprotected," McGonagall answered softly, "They killed them quickly and burned the house to cover it up."

"They're all gone?" she whispered, watching as she nodded slowly. Alice and Frank were holding each other and crying, and Marlene was gripping onto Lily's shoulder as Lily held James' hand.

She looked around and saw third year Jeremy Burtwiler cover his mouth and close his eyes. Darcy was sobbing into her brother's shoulder. Somebody was praying, tears spilling out from under closed lids. Remus was staring at Hermione, frozen, his eyes meeting hers.

Hermione slowly, carefully, picked her legs up and tucked her knees in, pulled her face down and wrapped her arms around her legs. Feeling secure as her hair hid her from view, she let out the first sob of many that night.

Awwww…that was sad. :( But no, Fred and George didn't die. Not really. They went back. Hermione had more work to do. Her head pains were her memories – err…well, they didn't leave…so…yeah…she just…and yeah.

But I had fun picking out different parts from all seven of the books. Buffy liked it too – when I was done, she curled up next to me and stuffed her face in my armpit. :3 My kitty, she is weird.

So…yeah…next chapter will be in February. Not my updating! The err – crap. I've been working on the play too much – I want to say 'scene' but I know that's not right. SETTING! It is setting and I can move on now!

Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think!

Love,

Birdie