So here's another chapter. I know I said that I'd try to update more frequently, but with school going back next week that may be more difficult than expected. But I will try for Wednesday's, seeing as that's my day off. Thanks to my reviewers sweet-tang-honey, DiMeraslover, mistermoocow, CheshireCat23 and Sheridan Mcathy-Masen-Whitlock. Love your feedback. Now on with the chapter. =)

Disclaimer: As many of you know, I don't own Harry Potter or any characters associated with it. The wonderful mind of Miss JKR owns them all. *sobs*

Broken in Two

The sudden sound of shattering glass startled even Hermione. The patrons in the bar all turned to look at her and the glass and its contents splattered all over the hardwood floor. But Hermione didn't look back at them; it took her several seconds before everything registered in her brain.

She had trusted Phoebe, and treated her as a best friend. And now with only a few simple words that friendship and trust had completely gone skew, and out the window. She felt hollow. Who else knew about this? Were all of the Slytherins in on this plot to destroy her life entirely? Or was that just a Malfoy thing.

"Granger?" Hermione looked up at the sound of her name, and glared at him.

"What do you want?" she snapped grabbing her stuff and standing up.

"Miss Granger" Lucius Malfoy greeted, "I suppose you overheard our conversation.

"You know I did, you cold hearted bastard. I will bring you down" Hermione threatened, glaring pointedly at the both of them.

Lucius smirked, "Is that family conflict I'm sensing?"

Hermione didn't reply, and swept out of The Three Broomsticks sending glares at anyone who looked her way. She stalked up to the castle, and collapsed before the wrought iron gates. What had her life become. She had lost the only thing that had been a comfort to her in the last few passing months, and now she didn't know what to do about anything.

She felt helpless. No one knew about what had really happened with Fred. No one would believe her even if she told them. She was completely alone. She needed an escape, even her chocolate wouldn't fix the gaping hole that had been left in her from the events of the past few days. Nothing would be able to completely heal her now.

Broken and twisted, and thrown onto the floor. But she had no support, nobody to pick her back up and mend her back to health. She was left with nothing. Except for a sense of loss. And it was becoming her. As much as she tried to fight it, she couldn't help but go with it. It was going to help her find an escape.

Standing on shaky legs Hermione ventured back into the castle. Her heart was pounding, but she never faltered in her steps. Her brain had completely shut down, but her feet knew exactly where she needed to go. Step by step she climbed to the top of the astronomy tower.

Cautiously she walked over to the ledge and looked out over the vast Scottish landscape. Memories flooded her mind, and tears began to roll down her face. She reached into her pockets and pulled out her wand. Looking at it with tears filled eyes, she dropped it beside her.

Betrayal. Anger. Hurt. Loss. Helplessness. Alone. Remorse. Defeated. They all swept over her in full force. With one last glance at the landscape, Hermione leant over the railing.

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Phoebe woke up the next morning to the sounds of giggling. Rolling her eyes Phoebe sat up and pulled her drapes back. This was definitely something she didn't miss about the future; her present.

"Would you two shut it?" Phoebe asked groggily, glaring at the two bimbotic cousins.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed didn't they?" Kayla asked, smirking at her cousin.

"Yeh, what's wrong Phoebe. Daddy not giving lots of love and attention?" Janice commented snidely.

Phoebe's brow narrowed at the two girls. "You know nothing of my family" she said coldly, standing up and walking towards the two girls. "If you spread anything about me or my family, I'll happily curse both of you into oblivion."

Kayla and Janice nodded their heads, and said nothing more. Phoebe smirked at them before walking in the bathroom.

Ten minutes later Phoebe emerged from the bathroom to an empty dorm. Smiling Phoebe walked over to her trunk, and pulled out her robes for today. Quickly dressing Phoebe headed down to the common room. She needed to find her brother, they needed to talk. Pronto.

But even the common room was empty. Sighing Phoebe headed out of the common room towards the Great Hall. She didn't really want to talk to her brother there, but it was better than not at all. Fortunately for her, she didn't need to go that far.

Walking towards her at the other end of the hall was Lachlan, with Janice and Kayla off either arm. Rolling her eyes, Phoebe walked up to him. "Lachlan"

"What do you want?" Lachlan snapped, stopping in front of her.

"Well for one, you to not acting like your PMSing, and two I need to speak with you. Without them." Phoebe retorted, sending a glare towards Janice and Kayla. Somehow those two always knew when to piss her off even more than what she already was.

"Fine" Lachlan said weaving his arms out from Kayla's and Janice's.

Kayla and Janice pouted before walking off towards the Slytherin common room. "Having a quick fuck before classes start are you?" Phoebe posed, watching their retreating back go around a corner.

"Jealous?" Lachlan questioned leaning on the wall.

Phoebe face screwed up, as if she'd be jealous of him and his ways…She actually had standards. "No"

Lachlan rolled his eyes and smirked, "You sure? I could always line you up with Eric Parkinson. You know how he's just dying to be with you."

"Sorry I don't do desperate"

"Right. What did you want to talk to me about?" Lachlan asked, boredom already gracing his features.

"You wrote to mum and told her I 'always walk in uninvited'. I believe it has been twice, plus when an invitation such as 'if ever need anything you know where I'll be' is given out, even if it was in first year; than I don't think you should be able to complain. Besides don't you no the hat rule?" Phoebe ranted.

"What would you know?" Lachlan growled, "You've been off doing Merlin knows what to the freaking timeline!" he walked towards her and grasped her shoulders firmly, "You've been foolish"

Phoebe struggled in his grasp, "Don't touch me" she said, pushing him away from her. "You don't know what I go through when I'm there, you know nothing!"

Lachlan stalked towards her, hand raised; but before Phoebe had time to retaliate it landed on her left cheek. She looked up at him, horror written across her face. He'd never physically harmed her before. Sure he'd sent the occasional hex, but never actually touched her.

Lachlan stared down at her, his face was written with almost just as much horror as hers was. What had he done?

Letting tears well in her eyes, Phoebe ran; the non coherent sound of his voice calling out her name filled her ears. His voice almost as desperate as she felt. But still she ran, not knowing where she was going. Letting her feet take her to where ever it was she was going. Until she collapsed in a heap in one of Hogwarts many corridors.

Resting her head in her hands, Phoebe let her tears flow freely. She had messed up their timeline. This was not what she wanted, she simply wanted to see her parents at a younger age and help them get together where she could. Instead it seemed she had only pulled them further apart.

"Look Janice, poor Phoebe is alone and broken." Kayla Young said mock pity ringing in her words.

"Whatever could be the matter?" Janice her voice ringing with the same sarcastic pity as her cousin.

Phoebe lifted her head enough to glare at the two girls through a curtain of hair. "Go away" she mumbled, resting her heads back in her hands.

"Look Janice, we're not welcome."

"Pity, oh well. See you later Malfoy." Janice said, smirk present on her lips. Phoebe waited to hear their footsteps echo off the walls of the castle, but when no sound rang she looked up.

"Stupefy"

Phoebe's body collapsed against the cold stone floor. Janice and Kayla stood in front of her, but a third person stood behind her. "Good work girls" they congratulated.

"Anything for you" they chorused.

Laughter filled the corridor as the three of them carried Phoebe away.