Title: The Day The Stars Fell

Author: Midnight_Dragons

Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/?, Ron/?

Year: 6th

Rating: PG-13, R for later chapters

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.

A/N: Hey everyone!! So, so, so sorry that I haven't updated in like forever, but my computer broke and we had to take it in to get repairs....again. But, here I am to give you more of my story. I really hope you like it and it you do, you know what to do, push that little purple button at the bottom of the screen and REVIEW!!! Okayz, hope you enjoy. Byez!!

Thank yous: Hatokirei, to whom it may concearn, `div, and Kelly

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Chapter 4

Somewhere I Belong

When this began

I had nothing to say

And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me

I was confused

And I let it all out to find /that I'm

Not the only person with these things in mind

Inside of me

But all the vacancy the words revealed

Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel

Nothing to lose

Just stuck/hollow and alone

And the fault is my own

And the fault is my own

I want to heal

I want to feel

What I thought was never real

I want to let go of the pain I've held so long

[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]

I want to heal

I want to feel

Like I'm close to something real

I want to find something I've wanted all along

Somewhere I belong

And I've got nothing to say

I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face

I was confused

Looking everywhere/only to find that it's

Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind

So what am I

What do I have but negativity

'Cause I can't justify the

Way everyone is looking at me

Nothing to lose

Nothing to gain/hollow and alone

And the fault is my own

The fault is my own

I want to heal

I want to feel

What I thought was never real

I want to let go of the pain I've held so long

[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]

I want to heal

I want to feel

Like I'm close to something real

I want to find something I've wanted all along

Somewhere I belong

I will never know

Myself until I do this on my own

And I will never feel

Anything else until my wounds are healed

I will never be

Anything 'til I break away from me

And I will break away

I'll find myself today

I want to heal

I want to feel

What I thought was never real

I want to let go of the pain I've held so long

[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]

I want to heal

I want to feel

Like I'm close to something real

I want to find something I've wanted all along

Somewhere I belong

I want to heal

I want to feel like I'm

Somewhere I belong

I want to heal

I want to feel like I'm

Somewhere I belong

Somewhere I belong

~ Somewhere I Belong-Linkin Park

Hermione walked down the winding staircase to the common room. Draco sat at a desk, writing a letter to God knows who and Chelsea and Jonathan were sitting on a couch, a little to close for comfort, telling jokes or something. Hermione cleared her throat, and quite loudly I might add and Chelsea and Jonathan turned her while Draco did not deliberately.

"Hey...uh are we planning this ball or no," Hermione asked, wearily.

"No, the heads, Kailani and Dexter, are doing this one. We are doing the next one," Jonathan said, matter-of-factly. Chelsea nodded to his statement. Hermione looked at the two for the first time. I mean really looked. Jonathan was about 4"11, with messy brown hair that always made him look like Alfalfa, and small round glasses that covered his shimmering brown eyes. Chelsea was about the same height, maybe an inch or so taller. She had long, blown hair, about mid-waist, and beautiful hazelnut colored eyes. Hermione made and inward smile.

"Thanks," Hermione then muttered, realizing what she was doing. She then walked out of the common room, not realizing Draco turning around to watch her retreating figure exit the room. Hermione turned around and looked at the portrait as it was closing. She walked over to it. The fairy appeared from the water.

"What is wrong? You look distraught," the fairy's voice came singing.

"Nothing, just wondering what it would be like to be in that picture. It is gorgeous," Hermione said, entranced in the picture, looking in wonderment.

"Come here," the fairy said smiling. Hermione walked forward. "Now, touch the portrait." Hermione did. She gasped because as she touched the portrait, ripples in the water began to form, making the portrait even more majestic. Hermione pushed her hand through the portrait, it didn't rip though. Hermione thought for a moment and decided to do it. She walked straight through the portrait. She appeared on the other side.

"Hermione," a voice said from her left. She turned to it. It was the fairy.

"Yes, how do you know my name," Hermione gulped.

"I know many things. By the way, I am Asis," the fairy said smiling sweetly. Hermione looked at the puzzled. There was something about her. Hermione pushed away the thought and took in her new surroundings.

"Where are we," she questioned.

"My home," Asis answered, gesturing to the land before her. Hermione absorbed the vast lands into her blood, into her mind, into...her. She looked down and realized that she was floating above the water. She looked at the sky. There was a blazing orange that was setting beautifully. There were many different types of plants and trees surrounding the river and off in the distances, sat a castle.

"May I ask you something," Hermione asked, tediously.

"Yes," Asis replied.

"How did I get in here," Hermione asked, curiously.

"Because of who you are," the fairy said, her glassy hazel eyes shinning.

"Who I am? Who is that," Hermione asked, completely confused. For the life of her, she could not put the puzzle pieces together and didn't believe that she could without the help of the creature that floated beside her.

"My daughter," the fairy said, "So, that makes you fairy."

"A...a fairy. Wait...your daughter. My mother died when I was two. How could you be my mother," Hermione said as her jaw dropped down and through the river.

"I am your mother. It is a long story Hermione. Perhaps one day I can tell you the whole thing. But, you being a fairy. That is easy. You are a fairy...like this," Asis replied and with a wave of her hand, a spiral of fire and water came up from the river, engulfing Hermione. Hermione closed her eyes in a delicate manner. When they receded, they something....somewhat different.

Hermione, now looked simply magnificent. She had on a long, shimmering yellow dress with straps with a V-neck. Her hair grew longer and was now a silver and gold, crystalline color. It was tied up into a bun atop her head. Feathery soft, transparent, glitter tailed, wings grew out from her shoulder blades; at the moment they were folded. Hermione opened her eyes slowly, revealing shimmering hazel eyes like the fairy before her.

"Now, that is your true form, Hermione, but we fairies have made you look human because you are in grave danger," Asis said in a worried tone.

"Danger, grave danger," Hermione repeated.

"Yes. Now, listen to me closely. You need to find the serpent with the body of a dragon. He will protect you from danger. Just as he always has," Asis continued.

"Always has," Hermione regarded.

"Nevermind that, you must find him," Asis repeated in a serious tone.

" How will I find him," Hermione asked Asis.

"You will know, child. It will come to you," Asis finished with a smile, "Now, you must go."

"Wait," Hermione said, holding her hand up.

"Yes," Asis asked, blinking.

"Are you hiding," Hermione asked, plain and simple.

"Yes, Hermione. I can come out of this portrait at any time, but I mustn't, for they are after me too," Asis said, talking so low that Hermione could barely hear.

"Who are after you," Hermione asked, straightening up.

"I can't tell you now, but I will," Asis replied, exhausted.

"All right. Can I come back sometime," Hermione asked, eyes pleading.

"I don't know. If you can, I will summon you. Is that okay," the fairy said.

"Of course. Good-bye," Hermione waved as she stepped out of the portrait.

Good-bye, my daughter, Asis thought.

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"We need to find the element goddesses," a cold and chilling voice said from the darkness.

"What about the kingdom," a small and scrawny voice asked frightened.

"Yes...that too. This is most important to me, Wormtail. The elements have one thing that I need," the man, if you could him that, said, turning his chair from the roaring fire in the hearth to face the other man.

"What is that, master," Wormtail asked.

"None of your business. Just old things that need to be laid down to rest," the man called Voldemort chuckled.

"Yes, master. I will going," Wormtail said, bowing slightly and then exiting the room. Voldemort rose and walked over to the desk that sat directly in the middle of the large room. He sat down behind it and waved his hand. The torches that quietly decorated the room, came to life in a quick flash. Voldemort's hand graced over to the photograph that sat at the corner of the desk. He stared at it for a moment.

I am coming for you, little one, and you have nowhere to hide.

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As Hermione emerged from the portrait, she looked down and saw that she was no longer dressed elegantly, but back into her regular clothes. Her hair was again the brown it had once been. Wings were no longer seen. Hermione sighed deeply and walked down to the Great Hall for the morning announcements and breakfast, that she was seemingly no longer hungry for. She walked at a quick, but then again slow pace to the Great Hall.

Upon entering it, all heads turned. Hermione disregarded it and took her usual place at the Gryffindor table. She put on her usual frown and picked some toast from the mountains of it and placed it carefully on her plate. Ron looked over at her, as did Harry. Ron was the first to speak.

"Hey, Hermione," he said, carefully choosing his words, as if they were his last.

"Good morning, Ron," Hermione said, cocking her head in his direction, then looking over at Harry, "And Harry."

"Hello, Hermione," Harry said, breaking into smile.

Soon, breakfast was over and all of the students pilled out of the Hall. For the day was just beginning and it was only Saturday, everyone did as they pleased. Hermione ran up to her room quickly and grabbed a notebook of parchment and a muggle pencil and pen that she had brought from home. She walked calmly back down the stairs and stopped at the base. She looked forward...the Great Hall. She looked to her right....the dungeons. Then, to her left....the lake. Hermione chose the direction of the lake and she walked that way and out the huge oak doors.

Her feet crunched under the freshly cut lawn. The smell of the water hung heavily in the air. Hermione stopped and smelt it. It was things like this that actually made Hermione like she was blessed with the simple pleasures of life. Again, her feet pushed her onward. She found a tree and sat under it, its long arms shading the sun from her already flushed face. Hermione opened the notebook and picked up the pencil. Whenever Hermione was stressed and just needed time away from reality, she wrote poems. It seemed to keep her spirit alive and she loved that. Hermione started to write.

About ten minutes later, Hermione dropped the pencil onto the grass and she looked over her new poem. She started to read it aloud.

Waterfalls of tears, flames of the heart.

I feel as if I have lied to you, the same way that I always end you doing.

I used to be strong for you, but even the strong fall...fall down to the ground.

Don't you understand? I know what you have been doing.

You have been testing me, testing me for my strength, my abilities.

Sacrifice is worse.

Well, we are all out of time and this is where we find where it all unwinds.

You have pushed me far enough, enough for me to fall off the earth.

Down into a spiral of mixed feelings and emotions.

Now, I sit here and wonder why.

Every word you say has pushed me to the end.

I am parting the seas to come back to you.

I am walking back to the lands that you so delicately rest.

I am coming back.

Did you know? I rose, I got back up.

All for you, I am coming back.

Watch for me.

You will know why I never walked away.

You will know why I played myself this way.

"It is very nice," a voice said, making Hermione jump, "Who is it for?"

Hermione turned and met the voice. "Ginny, you scared me terribly.

"Sorry," Ginny replied taking a seat next to Hermione, "Who is it for?"

"Nobody," Hermione said, closing the book and picking up her notebook and pencils and pens. She stood up and walked away, leaving Ginny, still sitting under the willow tree. Ginny sighed and looked around. Her eyes locked with the boy across the lake. The platinum blonde hair was hard to miss and even from this distance, she saw those piercing silver-blue eyes. He was sitting under the old oak tree, arms folded across his chest. Ginny snorted and stood up, just as the boy did. Ginny walked over the grass in the footprints that Hermione had left for her to find her way back. Ginny cocked her head in the boy's direction. He never moved from his spot under the oak tree.

Draco Malfoy, what are you doing out here, Ginny thought.

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A/N: Well, that it that. Wow, I am done. I hope that you guys enjoyed that chapter, personally I don't think that it was that good, but that is up to your judgment. The ball should be in the next chapter. All right, please review!!! Byez!!

Midnight_Dragons