A/N: We know that first chapter was a bit silly (with Harry flying in through the window), but we just thought it would be a fun way to kick off this story. Don't worry! We will always try our best to keep everyone in character. These next couple of chapters will be more serious. -Kate

Chapter 2

Hermione always had bad feelings going back to the manor. She would never forget the icy cold floor, and the bone-chilling silence only her screams would break. Apparating into their magnificent library, contrary to the dining room, was a way that Draco comforted her when they went to the Manor.

"Oh, Draco!" Narcissa said as soon as they had arrived. She came up and gave him a big hug. It took her a moment to see that Hermione was in the room as well, and she let go of Draco. "Hello Hermione, I heard that there is something that you wanted to ask me?" She ushered Hermione to a sofa in the middle of the room.

"Um, Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione faltered as she felt the stares of all the Malfoys. All those cold grey eyes, "I was wondering if you knew anything about the Black Family Curse?"

All the color drained from Narcissa's face, and the faint smile she had disappeared. "Who told you about that?" Narcissa said hollowly.

"Um, I read about it," Hermione refrained from giving too much information to the Malfoys.

"Who told you?" Narcissa repeated, "There are no records of any sort regarding the curse."

"Harry Potter."

The room grew silent, Hermione had never felt so much hatred in a room at one time.

"He read about it, in one of Sirius's journals, that he found in Grimmauld Place." Hermione hoped to break them out of this trance, but the room remained silent. "He said he felt 'black magic' around Draco."

"My gosh," Narcissa said so quietly that Hermione could barely hear.

"There was a prophecy that one day," Narcissa's voice broke, but she continued, "a member of the Black Family would inherit a curse that would do something horrible...I can't remember what would happen, it has been such a long time since I heard the prophecy." "But from what Harry said, I think that Draco is the one, the prophecy is about."

Hermione looked at Draco, and his face was white as a ghost. He was scared. Hermione knew that Draco had always been jealous of Harry, but when something is actually about him, he turns into a real coward.

"What is it you have on your mind, Miss Granger?" Lucius inquired. Hermione's eyes widened.

"I'm just worried, for Draco," Hermione voiced, "isn't there something that we can do?"

"I'm afraid not, since I can not remember the rest of the prophecy." Narcissa responded. Hermione searched her memories for a solution, or anything that could help.

"Aren't there prophecies in the Department of Mysteries?" Draco asked.

"Draco," Lucius crowed, "you know that most of the prophecies were destroyed when Potter and his friends decided to go into places where they weren't welcome." Lucius looked at Hermione with disdain in his eyes.

"Well, at least we knew not to get involved with Voldemort," Hermione said with as much disdain as Lucius. Lucius sneered, but kept quiet.

Hermione regarded Lucius with the same scowl. Hermione decided that Lucius still deserved this treatment despite Lucius eventually coming to terms with Draco, switching sides at the Battle of Hogwarts. She would have to accept that the prophecy may have been destroyed, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was a way around it.

Draco still looked visibly shaken, so Hermione suggested that she leave him alone and go back home. But while she started to apparate, a hand firmly grabbed her shoulder, and she brought the owner of the hand with her.

Hermione was hesitant to look behind her when she got to her home in Godric's Hollow. She had hoped behind her she would find Draco, but she wasn't that lucky. Hermione pulled out her wand and quickly faced… Lucius?

He was standing upright trying to steady himself with his "walking stick", but Hermione knew that now Lucius used it as a cane. Hermione tried to mask her surprise with a scowl.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione demanded.

"I simply wanted to ask you a question," Lucius said, pulling out his wand, and then proceeding to twirl it in between his fingers, "you aren't planning to break into the ministry, in order to check if the prophecy is still intact?"

Hermione couldn't help but look surprised when he had guessed exactly what she was planning. Hermione had guessed that she had let her surprise show, judging by the amusement on Lucius's face.

"Ah, you were," Lucius added.

Hermione still kept her defensive position, but lowered her wand slightly. "Do you have a better idea? It is your son in jeopardy, you know."

"I'll think of something that's not as idiotic as breaking into the ministry. Those bumbling ministry workers aren't hard to fool, but there's nothing to gain from breaking in. I worked there myself you know and that prophecy is long gone."

Hermione wouldn't admit that he is right. But he absolutely was. How many times has she broken into the ministry and it's gone haywire?

Hermione stuck up her chin. "If you're so smart, then what do you suggest?"

"I have connections in the Ministry, I'll take care of it." Lucius said and apparated away.

Connections, Hermione thought, I know he has them, like the time he used them to "kill" Buckbeak. Focus, focus, okay. Hermione suddenly had a thought, we saved Buckbeak with the Time Turner!

Hermione started to pace around the room. I gave the Time Turner back after my third year and it was quite possible that it was destroyed when we had broken into the ministry. But there can't be just one Time Turner, there has to be more.

Hermione's thought process was interrupted when someone apparated beside her. Did Lucius read her mind again and come to stop her? But Hermione was pleasantly surprised to see it was Draco.

Hermione was about to ask Draco why he came, when Draco pressed a finger to her lips.

"I have an idea," Draco said, a little too enthusiastically, "time turners." Draco then folded his arms and looked extremely pleased with himself.

Draco must have expected some praise, because when Hermione remained silent, his smug smile dropped. When Hermione explained to him that she had the same idea, his smile returned.

"Do you happen to know where a time turner is?" Draco questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Hermione said, "do you?"

Draco said nothing and gestured for Hermione to come toward him. Hermione obeyed, and stood by his side. Out of his pocket he pulled a handkerchief, and presented it to Hermione.

"No," Hermione muttered in surprise, "where did you get this?"

"I have my ways," Draco said, displaying a proud smile. Hermione unwrapped the handkerchief and saw the object that she had become familiar with in her third year at Hogwarts.

"Now all we need is to know the time when the prophecy was still intact," Hermione said to Draco, pushing the time turner back in his hands.

"I can find out from my mother," Draco offered.

"No, I know the perfect person," Hermione said. She kissed Draco's cheek, grabbed his hand, and apparated to the Burrow.