A/N: To: Mystical Witch (you get a response at the beginning at the chappie). Molly's mom will not be explained until *scans files* Chapter Five. And, to everybody, GET ALL YOUR FRIENDS TO GIVE REVIEWS! BUTTERED TOAST FOR ALL! This is a somewhat short chapter, and probably the worst one I've wrote so far, so bear with me.

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Chapter Three

Hermione's Scar

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Despite Harry's protests, Draco took her for examination, and there was nothing Harry could do about it. He dragged in a tiny glass box, which from that he produced several thin strings, which he stuck onto Amelia.

When the wires hooked up Amelia found out weren't really solid at all, but strings of - there was no other word for it - magic. There were thirteen wires in all, one below each knee, ankle, wrist, elbow, shoulder, collarbone, back of her neck, and the small of her back.

"I'll see you in a while," Draco said. "Don't get up, if you need anything, ring the bell," he said, and pointed at the bell next to the bed. "I'm talking to Potter," and he tapped the box with his wand and left.

At first, Amelia hadn't felt anything, just a tiny vibration. Then, a jolt spread through her all a once, sending pain right through her. It was like somebody had started jamming knives into her, running them around in her skin. Amelia wasn't one for endurance, and she passed out, letting everything flow throughout her.

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Harry hadn't enjoyed letting Amelia go with Draco, even if the Ministry had said so. So, when Draco had come out of the office, Harry jumped straight up.

"Sit down, Potter," Draco said. "Your - cousin, right? - is fine."

"As in?" Harry asked.

"She's being tested right now," Draco said.

"How?" Harry asked again.

"Do you have to ask everything, Potter? It's easy, all you do is send a charge of magic, and if they pass out, they have too much magic. If they're normal, they're normal," Draco said.

"What if she passed out right now?"

"Then she obviously has too much magic in her, which is when the Ministry becomes interested," Draco said, shrugging.

"Go check, right now," Harry said.

"What?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'll check when I want to."

"Go check," Harry said, a little angry.

Draco checked his watch, "Five minutes."

Then, another Healer quickly tapped Draco on the back, "Excuse me, Dr. Malfoy," she said.

"What?" Draco asked.

"I would just like to tell you that your patient went unconscious."

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"Get up," Draco was shaking Amelia's shoulder.

"W-what?" Amelia asked groggily.

"Get up," Draco said.

"What are they doing here?" she yelled, pointing at the group of wizards around her. They all looked extremely stern, one being Sparrow, except for a very old wizard in the corner with a long white silver beard and long blue robes. Amelia felt her face turn red, had they been watching her in her sleep?

"They're the Ministry of Magic," Draco said, who had a half-smirk half- sneer on his face. He seemed to be enjoying this very much. "They're here to discuss your . . . your . . . magic."

"Why can't they wait?" Amelia said rather loudly.

"Because the Ministry of Magic is on a strict timetable," Draco said. Then leaned in and whispered something in her ear, "So shut up and listen." Pouting, Amelia crossed her arms.

"I think the girl should be confiscated," Sparrow said.

"May I remind you, Mr. Sparrow, that even if you lock the girl up, she can break out," another wizard said.

"So what do you think we should do?" another person asked.

"Lock her up in Gringotts, of course," the wizard, said.

"And kill her? Certainly the public would find out that a person is locked in Gringotts. Anyway, do you think Gringotts allow people in accounts?" a witch asked.

"Of course they do," Sparrow said icily.

"Then locking her up is certainly out of the question," another witch said.

"A Dementor's Kiss would work," Sparrow said.

"Perform the kiss on a child?" a wizard cut in. "I think not."

"May I make a suggestion?" the old man with a long beard said. His twinkling eyes just made Amelia smile.

"Yes Dumbledore?" Sparrow said.

"That she attend Hogwarts as scheduled," Dumbledore said, although he didn't seem very kind, and Amelia could've sworn that he had a bit of a sneer on his face.

"Dumbledore," a wizard said. "We're not immortal like you, and you don't know what this child could do, she could harm the children. Do you know what could happen if Death Eaters took her?"

"It's amazing how much one child can do," Dumbledore said. "I believe Amelia is can completely control her power, and an environment of other magical peoples her age. Well, with a little help from the most powerful adult wandless witch of this century." But, he still had a sneer on his face that made Amelia think he was mad at her.

"You don't mean . . .?" Sparrow said.

"Of course I mean Hermione Granger," Dumbledore said.

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::Flashback to Hermione, Harry, and Ron's 7th Year::

"Professor Lupin!" Hermione said, rolling his lifeless body over. His skin was pale, a long silvery object pressed straight through his chest. Next to him was Harry, though alive, his scar had reopened, blood pouring down his face.

"He's dead," Harry moaned, his eyes closed. "Lupin's dead."

"I'm here!" Ron announced. "Where is he? Where is that evil murderer? Let me have him, right now!"

"Ron, shut up!" Hermione hissed. "He's down the tunnel . . . hit Harry and Lupin . . . "

"You haven't gone down there yet?" Ron asked.

"Harry told me to stay here," Hermione said. "For a second wave Cassidy's down the tunnel . . . fighting off Death Eaters."

"What happened to Harry's scar?" Ron asked.

"I'll tell you later," and Hermione, her wand held tight walked down the tunnel. Ron followed her, their shadows flickering among the torched wall.

"A mere Muggle born," they could hear Voldemort chortle as they came in. He looked like his normal self, Tom Riddle. "And one tainted by her. Crucio!"

The beam hit Hermione, and immediately she screamed in the pain. It was as if a dozen knifes were digging into her skin, ripping, tearing. Everything was a blur around her; all she could see was the pain. Ron was frantically yelling spells that were just mere sounds in her ear. Then came Voldemort's scream, and a bang as Ron hit the wall. Instantly, all the pain was gone.

Voldemort lay lifeless, now a dead human. His figure was pressed against a giant silver rune, his blood smeared across it. Ron was opposite of him, his blood against the same silver rune. Hermione looked down; she was upon a gold rune, yet the same design as the silver ones.

The runes began to turn, sucking up the blood, growing brightly. They became each a ray of light, Voldemort's being black, Ron's being white. The lights snaked down the intricate cracks, meeting in the middle of the rune between Hermione's hands. It was a bright, silver light that climbed up her arms.

It was power. The darkest of all powers being Voldemort's, the best power being Ron's. Even though there were people stronger than Ron, people better than him, greater than him, but nothing was better than his pure heart. The heart of somebody Hermione wanted to be with forever, the heart she could never win without using a love potion. She had been so evil, using that love potion to have him, for just that night. Voldemort was right, she had tainted him.

But she couldn't stop the power from enveloping her, giving her access to anything. The silvery sheet remained for a few seconds, then sucked into her skin. She could feel everything, the earth, the air, and the people who were alive around her. Ron wasn't one of them, he had been killed.

Walking over to his body, she cradled his form in her arms. She could do anything with this magic, perhaps bring him back to life? But nothing, anything could bring him back to life, Dumbledore had said so. Then again, nobody had as much power she had then; at least she thought so.

Settling on it, Hermione felt her nerves tense up. She was about to do something only in fairytales, bring some one back with a kiss. Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his, hoping he would wake up, hoping he would come back. She didn't understand, how this could be the worst moment of her life, but still the best. Hermione didn't want to break away the kiss; she wanted it to stay, forever.

Even if above the ground everybody was dying from the Death Eaters, even though Lupin was dead, even though Ron was probably dead, she only wanted the kiss to go forever. But, in the end it never worked. Ron was still gone, gone for her.

Tears began to fall violently down her eyes. "Why me?" she asked to no one in particular. "Just bring him back! Bring Ron back!" she cried, collapsing to the ground. "Why?" she muttered, "Why . . . why me?"

"Hermione?" a familiar voice asked.

"Ron!" Hermione said, looking up. She pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling her face turn red. Ron was flabbergasted just staring there when she broke away.

"You have a . . . " he trailed off, tracing something on Hermione's forehead. She brought her hand up and there was a mark on her forehead . . . a cut.

"Scar."

::End of Flashback::

~*~ End of Chapter Three ~*~

A/N: That is my ending to the 7th book there, people because JKR said the last word was 'scar' in the 7th book.

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