two chapters! look at me and my bad self! also i have come to dislike the title. it will probably change once i think up a better one.

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Chapter Three
She's Alive?

Ron stared as Hermione, or a woman who looked very much like Hermione, disappeared as quickly as if she'd Disapperated.

"Did you see that?" He gasped.

"Hermione." Harry agreed, then shook himself. "That's not possible. We saw…"

"What if she didn't? My God, she survived." Ron stared at the spot where the woman had vanished.

"We saw what happened."

"We never found her …" He choked on the final word.

"Ron. Hermione's dead." Harry said flatly, hating himself for having to say it. Five years had done little to numb the pain.

"You saw how she reacted!"

"Get a hold of yourself!" Harry suddenly realized that they were attracting the stares of passing muggles. He grabbed his friend's arm and pulled him away.

Harry wanted to believe Hermione was alive. She had meant the world to both Ron and Harry, neither had known just how much until she was gone. But she was still dead. All the wishes in the world couldn't bring her back.

"Ron she's dead. It was just some woman."

"Just some woman who ran from the sound of Hermione's name."

Harry couldn't think of a response to that.

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Finally Hermione realized that she couldn't sit next to the stairs forever. She collected herself enough to catch a train back to the station house. She walked in a daze until someone grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Hey, Hathaway!" It was Isabella. "You alright? You look like you're about a thousand miles away." Hermione muttered something and kept going. Isabella didn't follow her down to the gym. Talking to Anne when she was like this was like talking to a wall.

Hermione came to herself again in the locker room. The comforting smells of chalk and clean sweat calmed her, allowed her to think logically again. With her disguise, those men on the street must have mistaken her for someone else.

~Someone named Hermione?~

~Quiet.~ The two inner voices argued with each other for a bit, until Hermione silenced them both by going upstairs to report to the captain. Mysterious men or no, she had a job to do.


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