Hello Kittens! Here is the last chapter! Sorry it isn't very fluffy or romantic but let me know if you want me to continue!

I Do Not Own Harry Potter

Lots a Lot a Love, kandikitty

We were ushered back to our dorms in a hurry. Everyone mingled in the common room swapping bits and pieces of what they heard or knew. The purebloods huddled in the center, boasting about how they knew he was coming back.

It occurred to me then- they were happy. This is what their families wanted or were too afraid to say otherwise? Either way… this could be helpful information. I surprised myself with that thought. Was I about to spy on them for the opposing side? Could I do that? What would be the punishment if I did? What would happen if I didn't? Hermione's smiling face flashed in my mind. Solidified my resolve. I slipped a smile on my face sitting next to Draco like the last 5 months hadn't happened. Placing my hand on his shoulder and leaning into the facade we had made together. The conversations continued, the purebloods spilt their secrets, the supporters gave their two cents.

I could do this. For her I could do anything.

When everything had been said and no one could one up each other any longer we went to our rooms. The door shut and Daphne rounded on me "What the bloody hell was that!? After you did so much work-"

"Daph I have-"

"You are just going back to your old ways? How could you-"

"Daph!" I grabbed her shoulder shutting her up "I have a plan. This might honestly get me killed but I have a plan."

Her eyes went wide as I explained- I'd be giving that information over to Hermione.

The days to follow were mournful and odd. The ones who knew Digory were in shambles, the Slythrin's strutted around a bit more than normal and the rest were in disbelief. Do you believe the boy who lived? Do you believe Rita Skeeter? Was the Dark Lord back? No one seemed to know what to do. However my resolve to help the other side didn't waver. Daph and Tracey were right. I didn't want to be in a world where I didn't get to choose my own way. I was sick of people deciding things for me and the Dark Lord was wrong- blood didn't mean anything. Hermione was the greatest witch I had ever met. She didn't have a drop of magical blood.

I waited in our usual corner of the library, Astoria said Hermione agreed to meet me tonight but didn't say when. I pulled out a few books and tried to seem like I was working but as it was the end of the year there was no one here besides Madam Pince who was now used to my presence.

She sat down across from me, eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled in an unusual way, she tried to pull a smile but seemed even too tired for that.

"It's been a long few nights." the tips of her shoes bumped against mine.

"I'll make it brief then." I used the parchment I was scribbling on to write it out

I have a plan but it requires you to trust me- a lot. "How are things?" I slid it over to her keeping my eyes trained on her as she read it.

"Oh erm, Harry is doing better. He's had a lot of tragedy you know." She scribbled something then crossed it out and continued this for a while. "Everyone else seems to be doing the worrying for him." She slid it back- I like you enough to date you… I think that comes with trust as well.

"Seems like Potter, er Harry." I corrected. "It seems like Dombledore's punishment worked. We can now talk civilly." Yeah well I know that it's complicated but I think I might have some information that can help with the bad things. I didn't know how else to word it except with the phrase we used before.

"I'd say so yes. Have you gotten any flack from your friends?" her eyes widened at the note. It took her longer this time.

"Well you saw Daph and Tracey and Astoria with me the other night. They seem okay. Draco doesn't ever really care about anything that isn't P-Harry."

She slid it back- We need to talk with Dombledore "Of course." Her smile didn't reach her eyes.

I nodded giving her the note knowing it wouldn't be safe with me. "Now?"

"Now." She confirmed. She got up and whispered "Wait a few then follow."

It was strange to do this, follow her without seeming like I was but if I wanted this to work we had to be careful. She approached the gargoyle and looked both ways then waved me over. Quickly we ascended the stairs.

"I'm hoping he isn't too busy. There is a lot going on and…" the door to his office was open. "Professor?" She greeted stepping in.

He smiled looking up through his half moon glasses. "Ah miss Granger and miss Parkinson how can I be of service?"

I shut the door behind me, feeling uncomfortable seeing the last time I was here it was for punishment. "Professor, I know he's back. I want to help." Well straight to the point then.

He nodded slowly "I see, you realize how dangerous that could be?"

Hermione and I sat opposite him as I told him everything I knew. I couldn't look at either of them sometimes but I held fast. Telling how our parents have been talking about it, how which kids knew what, how parents were grooming their kids to follow the Dark Lord or doing it out of fear.

"And thanks to you er forcing us to be friends," I glanced at Hermione. "I realized I don't want to be like them, I don't want that future."

He smiled gently "The more help the better and in these trying times, anyone willing to help is welcome. However trust is earned Miss Parkinson so please do forgive those who aren't as welcoming."

I nodded, I knew that. I knew not a lot of people would believe I wanted to help but Hermione did and so did Dombledore that's all I needed.

"It seems your break won't be much of one then. I'll keep you informed like I do the others." We parted ways after he told me which owl to look out for. Hermione left first and I waited just long enough before heading to the common room. This break wouldn't be much of one? Did that mean they already had a plan in motion? How often could I be away from home? Well considering I usually spent most days during break with Daph and Astoria it shouldn't be too big of a problem but since the dark Lord has risen will there be changes to that? Will my parents want me around more?

My head was swimming. I hope I didn't bite off more than I can chew.

The closing feast wasn't one of celebration, Digory's death was still heavy and the usual decorations were black in his honor. We said our goodbyes to our friends from the other schools before loading on the train headed back to London. I caught Hermione in passing shoving my shoulder against hers to slip a note in her robe pocket. I sneered, she glared. This would be okay. I'd see her again soon. I knew it.