A/N- Sorry for the slow update! I finally finished all my homework! ~Wipes brow~ Well, to answer my review question- I think Harry would make an AWESOME emo! Harry: ~Clutches scar~ Oh, it burns, but it feels so good! XD

Disclaimer- Hey, guess what? I still don't own it.

Chapter 11- Finally

A grand total of 3 minutes later, Draco and Hermione had packed up everything they owned, and were ready to go.

"Are you sure about this?" Hermione said nervously. "It's rather late, I don't know if-"

"We're going. Now." Draco hitched his backpack farther up his shoulder.

"Alright, alright. I suppose you should, you know, hold on or something." Hermione said.

"Oh. Right." Draco awkwardly wrapped an arm around her waist. "Let's go then."

"Okay." Hermione was so scared, but so excited. She was going to see Harry. Slowly, she opened up the locket, saw a bright light, and everything blacked.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

"Hermione? Hermiiiione?"

Fuzzy. Everything was… fuzzy. Her vision, her hearing, her mouth. It was fuzzy.

"Hermione? Are you awake?" That voice. It was- familiar. Wait, that wasn't any voice, that was… that was Harry's voice!

As quick as she could, Hermione leapt up, and everything instantly cleared. She was on a bed, in a dirty, barren room with two other people in it. And one of them was… it was Harry!

"Hermione?"

"HARRY!" Hermione jumped up and tackled him in a huge bear hug. "Oh my God, Harry, I can't believe it."

"Her-my-nee! Can't-breathe!" Harry gasped.

She let him go, holding him at arm's length. "Harry, I can't believe it, you're alive, you're here-wait- where are we?"

"My… house. You arrived here unconscious. Along with him." Harry waved his sickly skinny hand at Draco, who was leaning in a corner of the room, watching the reunion.

"Draco! You're alright?" Hermione asked.

He gave Harry a cold look. "I'm fine. No thanks to him. Gave me a good sock in the face, he did."

"I said I was sorry. I thought you had killed her."

"Oh, no, Draco's been helping me. We found the horcrux Harry!"

"You did?"

"Yes, and Draco stabbed it, and oh, this is the happiest I've been in months!" Hermione hugged Harry again.

Harry blushed. "Why don't we go, and, er, have some tea? We can talk."

"Alright then." Hermione followed Harry into the only other room in the shack, gesturing for Draco to come. Reluctantly, he shuffled over.

The three of them sat down on a blanket, the only thing that was on the dusty floor. The shack was flimsy, Hermione could tell, and Harry probably used minimal magic to build it.

Harry prepped them some old tea, poured it into disgustingly dirty teacups, and sat beside them. He was skinnier than Hermione had ever seen him, and he looked as if he hadn't bathed in months.

"So…" Hermione said. "What have you been doing?"

"Um, trying to find some way to kill Voldemort." Harry said as if it were obvious.

"Harry, you know what I mean. You jinxed yourself away during the war! What have you been doing?"

Harry looked away. "I didn't want to. And I…" He stopped, glancing at Draco. "Wait. First, tell me what he's doing here."

Draco glared. "Don't say he like that!"

"Yeah, Harry, Draco's been helping me." Hermione said, a bit protectively.

Harry frowned. "Draco?"

"Listen, we wouldn't have the horcrux if it weren't for him."

"He's a Death Eater, Hermione!"

"He's not anymore!"

"He's still evil!"

"He's right here!" Draco announced.

Hermione blushed. "Sorry."

"Listen Potter, I still hate you just as much as I always did, but now I'm not going to use it against you, okay?"

"Whatever Ferret. I still don't trust you."

"And I don't trust you."

"But you trust me?" Hermione interrupted.

"Yeah," they chorused.

"Good. Then we have some sort of a bond here. Now let's stop hating and get to talking."

"I still can't believe you brought him." Harry grumbled.

"We're done. Besides, I didn't have a choice, I came from his dungeon and-"

"Wait- WHAT?" Draco interrupted.

"What?" Hermione said.

"You came from our dungeon?" He looked panicked.

"Oohhh… I wasn't supposed to tell you that."

"Why didn't you? We could've got the others!"

"Wait, what others? Which others are there?" Harry asked.

"Forget I said it, I-"

"Dammit, we could've-"

"Who else do they have, I-"

"QUIET!" Hermione yelled.

The other two shut up.

"Okay, I made a mistake in saying that, obviously. So let's get this straight- and no interrupting."

"Alright." Draco said. Harry nodded.

"Draco, I came from your dungeon, yes. That's where Voldemort had kept all of us. I didn't tell you for fear of you trying to go and save them or something."

Draco set his face determinedly. "I wouldn't have-"

"Oh yes you would have."

Draco let his features soften. "Okay, I might have."

"Wait, so that's what happened to you guys?" Harry said. He was intrigued.

Hermione nodded. "Once you fled, Voldemort took over and killed or imprisoned everyone."

Suddenly, Harry's face broke out in worry. "Killed? Who did he-"

"No one that we were close to." Hermione reassured.

"Speak for yourself." Draco murmured.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot- Draco's mom was imprisoned, and he agreed to help me so he can get her back."

"And how did you end up with him?"

"I was sold to their family."

"Sold?"

"Yeah. That was pretty much the least of the problems, though."

Draco nodded, then glared at Harry. "Potter, you don't understand. When you left, everything spun out of control. There was murdering every few minutes, screams of torture coming from every corner. Thousands of people were forced into hiding, Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade were trashed and ruined. There were-"

Harry suddenly stood, letting his tea cup crash to the ground. His eyes flashed red. "I didn't want to, okay? It was Dumbledore, he told me, the only way, I didn't want to-"

Hermione stood up as well and wrapped a comforting arm around her best friend. Suddenly, Draco felt a deep pang. He felt protective, like Hermione shouldn't be wrapping an arm around anyone else. "It's alright Harry. We all know you had to."

"No you don't. Ginny and Ron and Luna and Neville-"

"-will all know once we see them again. Which will be soon."

Harry's eyes widened at the mention of this. "Oh, God, I forgot."

"Forgot what?"

"Wait right here, I forgot to tell you-"

"Tell us what, Potter?" Draco asked before Harry could leave the room.

Without turning around, Harry spoke. "I got a letter the other day. A letter from… Voldemort."

A/N- Sorry for the cliffy, but it was a good place for me to end! ;) Yes, well, PLEASE REVIEW! My goal is 50 reviews before I end this fic. Oh, and tell me: Should I write a sequel? I know it's rather early to tell, but I have one planned out if you want it. Thanks and review!