A few days later

There was a knock on the door to the boys dormitory, Ron rolled over and covered his head with his pillow. Then the knocking started again.
"Go away!" Ron scowled at the door.
"Ron, it's me, can I come in," Hermoine said through the door waiting for an answer. He didn't answer for a few moments. "Well I'm coming in."
"Go away," Ron growled again as he heard Hermoine walking towards him.
"I'm not going away you big lug, you're just going to have to listen to what I'm going to say."
"I can't hear you," Ron mumbled to his pillow.
"Of course you can," Hermoine continued as if she were teaching a kindergarten class. "Now, I want to talk about, about . . ." she stopped talking and tears started flowing from her eyes. They went ignored for a few moments before Hermoine threw her shoulders back and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, Ron appeared not to notice. "I want to talk about Harry's death." A silence heavier than lead settled over the conversation, the only sound was Ron and Hermoine's breathing.
"Why?" Ron asked quietly. He was having mixed feelings about Harry's death. He missed him, of course he did, Harry had been his best friend through everything. But lately, lately it had seemed that Ron was merely Harry's sidekick, not his friend. Ron was the person who waited around with nothing to do until Harry needed him. In ways Ron finally felt free, and then a blanket of guilt swept over him, in that moment he had almost been happy that Harry had died.
"Because I don't think that Dumbledore told us the truth about how Harry died, in fact, Dumbledore may not even know how Harry died."
"How could Dumbledore not know, he knows almost everything!" Ron protested without rolling over to even look at Hermoine.
"Well we have all of summer break to figure it out, and you're helping," Hermoine said curtly. Ron had forgotten that they were going home tomorrow, home, Ron couldn't even picture home anymore, fancy that.
"Fine," Ron grumbled as he finally rolled over to face Hermoine. "So where do we start?"
"I'm glad that you've finally come around to your senses. I'll send a letter to you with a list of things that I want you to research and take notes on, we'll compare when school starts again."
"Isn't that what summer's for? Not taking notes, not researching blimey boring stuff these grumpy teachers think up?" Ron whinged but Hermoine was already out the door.

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Draco walked through the streets as he stared at the grey clouds in the sky, it was going to rain soon, not all to uncommon for jolly old London. Just as he was about to turn around and go home a girl wearing a black leather duster, ripped jeans, and a black shirt that was probably two sizes too small caught his eye. Hoping that she was one of London's rare streetwalkers he sauntered up to her.
"Hullo," he greeted her, his voice had finished deepening a few days after Potter had gone and gotten himself offed.
"Hello," she replied in a singsong voice that could have melted butter, but her American accent blared through her melodious voice.
"You're not from around here are you?"
"Damn, two years and I still haven't gotten a bloody accent," she sighed.
"Well you've sure picked up the vocabulary," he grinned at her.
"Oh my gosh, you're . . . come with me," she replied as she took his hand and dragged him towards a small alley. Draco looked down at her hand, her fingers were very pale, just like her face, and her long nails shown in the gloom.
"What's this all about love?" Draco crooned in her ear.
"You're a wizard aren't you?" she whispered, he stepped back as if she had bitten him.
"How did you know? Are you a witch?" Draco asked in anticipation, if she was a witch there was no way that she went to Hogwarts.
"In a sense. My mother got invited to Hogwarts and her parents forbid her to go and then they moved to the United States. When my mother found out that she was pregnant with me she didn't even know who the father was. She's never told me about her past but I have powers that I have used to read her memory when she's asleep. I've always wanted to go to Hogwarts but since I'm not famous like Harry Potter was I've never gotten invited." Draco sneered when she mentioned Potter's name.
"If you do have powers pet tell me what my name is," he was curious about this girl, there was something different about her.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy. Ah, the Malfoys, purebloods through and through," she half smiled when she mentioned his surname.
"Very good, unfortunately I need more proof than that, tell me something else."
"You go to Hogwarts, it's going to rain in two and a quarter minutes, and you're almost going to get hit by a bus very soon," she predicted as her eyes grew wide with fear.
"You're a very good actress, though I can tell when I'm being conned," Draco turned to go and didn't even look when he strutted into the street. All of a sudden he felt a small weight being thrown on to his back and he crashed onto the sidewalk as he heard a horn sound, a bus horn. The girl was on the ground at his feet.
"So maybe you aren't a fake," Draco acknowledged as he stood up. She didn't even bat an eyelash, the only sign that she was still alive was the rhythm of her chest rising and falling. Slowly he bent down and rolled her over, there was a deep scratch along her right side and it was oozing blood. "Come on, come on, wake up!" he coaxed, and then commanded, and then yelled. She didn't move.
Draco picked up the girl and began to run to the closest place where he knew that flu powder could be used. As he was running it occurred to him that he didn't even know her name.

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A few days after Ron had returned home a brown owl twittered through the kitchen window with a tan piece of paper in it's talons. Ron took the letter and slowly unrolled it.

I know this may be hard but remember, it's for our friend. He would want us to know how he really died, my research has almost positively confirmed that there is no possible way that he and Lord Voldermort could both have died from the Avada Kedavra curse. For them both to die they would have to had cast the spell at the exact same moment, and if any two spells meet anywhere inbetween their caster and their destination both spells will suck the power out of the other spell reducing it to one hundredth of it's original strength. We need to find out how Harry REALLY died. Here's the list of topics;

Wizarding duels
Destroying a spell
The life of a spell
The casting of a spell
Sharing of a soul between two or more persons

I know the last one may seem far fetched but I'll explain it all at Hogwarts when no one else even has the opportunity of over-hearing, or over- reading.

-Hermoine

Ron sighed, what was Hermoine thinking, it would be like reliving Harry's not so distant death all over again. Although Ron felt a strong urge to prove to Hermoine that Harry had died from the deadly curse, it was the only thing that could have fallen his die hard friend. Before he could finish his thoughts a beautiful chestnut owl appeared at the window and waited for permission to enter. Ron told it to come in with a flick of the wrist, he had never seen this owl before. The owl landed in front of Ron and flashed a gold lined envelope tied to it's talon. Dutifully Ron untied the ribbon and looked over the envelope hoping that it wasn't just hurtful trick of Draco's, although Draco hadn't even attempted to pull off a hoax in quite a while.
Slowly Ron tore the seal. Out fell a white piece of paper with blue writing on it.

Dear Ron,
I know that Harry's death has been really hard on you and that you're probably not even close to ending your grieving for him but I was wondering if you wanted to go see the Chudley Cannons game with my dad and I this Saturday, he hast box tickets. Write me soon.

-Luna

Although the idea in its entirety was unconceivable Ron instantly recognized the handwriting. He remembered when he had wanted to ask Luna to Hogsmeade but Harry had told him that everyone would make fun of him for going out with the weird girl. Since when had Harry not been weird? It seemed the Harry could have Cho, the dead boy who he'd carried out from the Triwizard Tournament's girlfriend, but Ron couldn't have the Quibbler's boss' daughter. Well Ron was going to go with Luna on Saturday and Hermoine and Harry would have to wait until Sunday. It's not as if Harry was going to go anywhere.