A/N: I known it's been forever, but here's the next chapter! As usual, I'll review anyone who reviews me! Enjoy! (BTW if you have any ideas on what to do next in this story, or if you want to see something, e-mail me, or leave a review)

Disclaimer: Not mine. Simple as that. Only Addison belongs to me.

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Addison sat at the kitchen table, trying to resist the urge to throw her sandwich at the door connecting to the living room. Through that door she could hear Hermione's tears and the rise and fall of voices but couldn't make out the words.

Who does he think he is? He's barely been here ten minutes and he's already ruining what little I have, Addison thought, poking at the sandwich.

You're just like her, a voice said, you've spent too much time with her, it's uncanny.

Addison stood up quickly, almost knocking the chair over. "No! I'm not!"

That man . . . So that was the man that everyone had to compete with for Hermione's attention. This morning that man was a mere memory, but now . . . where did this leave Addison?

She was over reacting, that was all. This man had barely been here, and already she was planning her end? Get a grip on yourself Addie.

But . . . Hermione wasn't one to back out on her promises. This man, this Potter, walks in and . . .

Addison felt the rush of a memory coming on, and, unlike the many other times, she welcomed it.

/ "Addie?" Hermione called, "Addie, can you come here?"

"Where are you?"

"In the study."

Addison walked out of her room, into the hall, down six stairs or so, down another hall, and opened the second door to her left.

"Yes?"

"What do you think about eating here today. Just the two of us." Hermione said, looking up from her pile of books on her desk.

"Just us? Are you serious?"

"It's been too long since you and I have spent anytime together. It's just, I've been so busy with work, and then there's Ron . . ." Hermione sighed. "Yes. Just us."

"No Margaret or the rest, no Perry or Peter, no Gordon or the others? Just you and me?"

Hermione smiled. "I think Fred, Angelina, George, Katie, Percy and Penelope can use a break."

"They're not dropping their brats off over here, are they?"

"Addison!"

"Fine. They aren't bringing the kids over here, right?"

"No."

"Yes!" Addison jumped up and ran over to where Hermione sat and gave her a hug.

"It's been that long, huh?"

"Almost a year."

"Wow." Hermione pulled back and gave Addison a hard look. "Look, I promise to spend more time with you, just us. I haven't been around much, but things are going to change this time, and I mean it. Got that?"

"Yeah."

"You're a great kid. Just like- well . . . you mean a lot to so many people. Don't forget it." Hermione smiled and gave Addison's nose a little tweak. "Now, how's homemade chicken sound? Good?"

"Great."

"Good, cause that's what you're getting. It'll be a bit, but I could use some help."

Hermione got up and headed for the kitchen with a grinning Addison following.

Maybe she does mean it this time. Maybe, for once, I'll come before work and the others.

At that moment the knock was heard. Addison looked around, surprised to see Hermione was already in the kitchen.

"Addie, can you get that for me?"

"Yes."

"If it's the guy with your cake, tell him to bring it in here."

"Got it."

With that Addison headed to the door./

Well, that man may have ruined her lunch with Hermione, therefore, the new beginning that it signified, but Addison would not let him ruin more.

Smiling that grin that Hermione referred to as the Fred and George Weasley grin (and that Hermione hated), she snuck up to the door connecting to the living room and stuck and ear to it.

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"Harry? Dear?" Hermione looked at the man sitting across from her, staring of into space.

It was a dream come true. One minute she's holding back tears, thinking of him, the next, she's holding him, brushing away tears of joy. It literally hurt her heart. But in a good way, not like the other hurts.

It had been so long. Her arms ached to pull him into a tight hug, and never let go, to kiss his face endlessly. So, she did.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, shocked out of his spacing out state. Then realizing what Hermione was doing, he quieted down and gave a kiss or two of his own.

As Hermione kissed, she worked hard to erase the past in her mind. The fear, the worries, the crying, the hurt. None of it mattered anymore. Harry was back in her arms where he belonged. And he was alive.

Suddenly Hermione pulled back. Harry was alive. But . . . he couldn't be, could he? Hermione had identified his body herself, all those years ago.

It wasn't a dream come true. It was a dream.

Hermione felt her heart break, and briefly wondered how much more she could take.

Concern in Harry's eyes he gently touched her shoulder. Hermione jumped back and hit her elbow on the side of the couch. She rubbed her elbow where she had hit it.

No, it wasn't a dream then. But if it wasn't a dream . . .

Hermione suddenly gasped and stood up, slowly backing away.

This wasn't her Harry. This wasn't Harry at all!

Only one type of wizard would need to disguise as Harry. A Dark wizard.

Hermione let out a strangled noise, and backed up against the wall as "Harry" advanced on her.

I'm coming Harry, she thought, I'll be there soon.

She screamed as "Harry" reached for her neck.