A/N: Ok so it's been a long time. I hope you accept my sincerest apologies.
My work load is enormous and my less than perfect chemistry grade is
affecting my life. So more than a few reviewers are catching my mistakes.
Honestly I meant to type 6th anniversary because I had thought about it,
but I do tend to be wrong a lot. I think the math is still wrong, but let's
just say it's right. Yes, I know you can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts,
but new flash, I'm not JK. So my story may not be perfect, but the beauty
of it all is that it doesn't have to be perfect. So I'm trying to write a
good story, and I have been waiting for inspiration to hit. And I think it
finally has. So please review and I'm sorry about any errors, but with me
there are always going to be a few minor errs.
Chapter 14
Hermione walked through the door to her home to the smell of roasting chicken. The aroma filled the house, and sent a warm feeling to her heart. It reminded her of when she was a child and her mom used to cook dinner every night. It was something she dearly missed. When the smell filled her nose she furrowed her brow in a confused look. 'Who would be cooking in their house?' she thought to herself. She shook it out of her head and sat down her bag. She stripped her light jacket from her shoulders and continued through the house to see what was going on.
She entered the kitchen to see a certain blonde male sitting in a chair. He looked frazzled and his hair was no longer neat and gelled. A house elf stood watch over the food cooking on the stove. Hermione looked down on her husband waiting for him to notice that she had arrived. Suddenly it was as if he could feel her stare and looked up at her. He jumped slightly at the sight of her.
"Dobby! You are free to go. . .umm thanks for the help" he said frantically. "Oh you weren't supposed to be home yet, what time is it?" he asked her as he pulled up his sleeve and held his wrist close to his face. "Man, time flies. Welcome home honey" he said as he pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her honey colored head.
"Umm Draco, what's going on?" she asked him with a confused look on her face. She continued looking around the house as though feeling she had come to the wrong place. "Where's Lauren?"
"Oh don't worry. She is with Harry and Ginny. I had a special evening planned. But I guess it kinda didn't go as smoothly as planned" he laughed as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. He looked like he had been struggling with the plans of the evening and nothing had turned out right.
"Oh Draco you were planning a meal for me!" she squealed with delight. "Oh and don't worry I do love it. And yes I still think you are sexy even when you look like that." she finished. Draco looked at her with such confusion that she giggled. "I know what you just said because you just said it" she laughed.
"Umm Hermione, have you noticed that you are the only one talking?" he said while staring intently at his wife. "How can you know what I'm wondering when I'm not actually asking you the questions?" he asked her.
It was her turn to be lost. "But you just said those things. You just asked if I loved it, you just asked if I still thought you were the same sexy man even though you were slaving over the stove. . .I heard you. What are you trying to pull with all this?" she asked him. She felt as though he was playing a cruel joke on her.
"Hermione, you know what I was thinking. You could read my mind. How did you do that?" he asked her. He couldn't stop looking at her as though she were a science experiment. "Hermione, are you. . . umm. . .telepathic?" he asked her slowly.
"Draco, don't be silly. How long have you known me? You know that I don't have any powers. I'm just Hermione. I'm sure I heard your voice. I heard you ask me questions. I heard it Draco!" she yelled. She was starting to feel a little nervous. "If this is a joke it's getting old really fast!"
"It's no joke. Hermione, I promise I'm not lying" he said as he looked straight into her eyes. She sank down into a chair and ran her fingers through her loose curls. A million thoughts were running through her mind. 'How could this be? She was just a muggle born, there is no way she could have such powers. Something wasn't right here. Maybe this wasn't a big deal, but this was starting to freak out. She was suddenly hearing voices. A tear streamed down her cheek. She remembered when this had happened to Harry and that situation was even worse. It may be nothing, but she was still very worried.
Draco sunk down beside her into the chair. He wrapped his arms around her. "It's ok Mya. I'm sure it's nothing". Deep down he knew it was something. She was a special girl, and there was definitely something odd going on. She had always been so smart, maybe it was because she was so knowledgeable that she had this power. But that couldn't be it. Telepathy was reserved for those that were pureblood and very special. It was a rare gift even among the purest wizards.
They stayed in the chair that night forgetting about the food that awaited in the kitchen. They both drifted off to sleep entwined in each other. This was something they could figure out later.
Hermione was first to wake up the next morning. The sun streamed into the window and straight into her eyes. She blinked a few times as the events from the previous nights came rushing into her head like a freight train. She didn't know what to think anymore. Suddenly Draco's voice was filling her head. He was talking, but it wasn't to her. He seemed to be yelling at his father. 'But that's impossible' she thought. Still she heard his screaming.
In her head all she could hear was "YOU KILLED HER YOU SICK BASTARD!" but she couldn't see what he was seeing. 'What is going on??' she thought. She shook him hard to wake him up. "Please stop!" she yelled to him.
Still groggy he looked up at her. She looked petrified. Then it hit him. He was dreaming about the night he had found her. The night that he thought Lucius had killed her. He had been screaming. She could hear it. Her face was white. She looked like a ghost, and she was shaking. This problem definitely needed sorted out. . . and soon.
That day was a school day anyway, so Draco decided to accompany Hermione to Hogwarts so they could both see Dumbledore together. He used the fire to talk to Harry and Ginny and ask them to accompany Lauren to school. The original plan was for him to pick her up, but it was crucial they talk to Dumbledore.
Hermione continued to mumble to herself, as though answering Draco's thoughts. He had begun to get used to it, even if she did look a little crazy. They apparated to Hogwarts (everyone remember that you can do that in this story) and quickly headed to the Gargoyle that protected Dumbledore's office. They said the password (sugar quill) and proceeded to the headmaster.
Albus seemed to know they were coming, and was waiting for them behind his desk. The back of his chair towered above his head, and he looked like a king of sorts. "Welcome, my friends, what brings you here?" he asked them in his always calm voice. He smiled warmly and his eyes sparkled from behind the half moon spectacles.
"He actually said that right?" Hermione asked Draco in a whisper as though she couldn't believe anything she was hearing anymore.
"Yeah" he answered back. "Professor, we are here because of Hermione. You see, lately she has been hearing things. Well, not imagining things, she hears what I'm thinking. She answers my questions before I even say it" he continued. Albus nodded his head with every word, without changing the calm expression on his face.
"Ahh I see Mr. Malfoy. Well I think we can clear up this little problem in no time" he answered them. "Hermione, this is a rare gift that only pure bloods can receive, so we need to find out how you got this gift. Muggles know a certain bit of knowledge called genetics. It's something that I also believe wizards should learn. I think that it could do us some go" he was cut off.
"Yeah it will. Ok I will meet you there" she answered before he could finish. She was to the point now where she couldn't really tell when people were talking or not. All she heard was voices. It was as though ten people were talking at the same time. Draco and Albus exchanged looks and they all stood up. Hermione was already off to the library at the speed of light.
"Draco, if you could look after her class today that would be appreciated. I'm sure our Hermione will be in the library until she solves this, and it could take a while" Albus told the young man in front of him.
"No problem sir, just try to make her feel better. She had a rough night I think" Draco explained to him. He was so worried about his wife. Draco proceeded to the classroom where kids were patiently waiting at their desks. It seemed as though Hermione had trained them well. The students exchanged confused looks as he walked in. One small student raised his hand politely. Draco looked over to him and nodded.
"Where's Miss Malfoy?" the boy asked.
"She is indisposed at the moment. She should be back in a few days at the most. In the meantime why don't we learn something valuable" he said with a sly smile. The kids didn't know what to think, but Draco had a good idea up his sleeve.
Meanwhile at the library Hermione was racking her brain looking through millions of books. Suddenly her head shot up. "Professor? Can you go tell Draco to please not teach my kids to duel?" she asked.
He looked up with a shocked look. It must be her special connection to Draco to allow her to read his mind while being so far away from him. "Of course dear" he said as he stood up and walked to the classroom. Sure enough, when he got there Draco had the children lined up and learning how to duel. He smiled at the sight. This was the Draco he remembered as a young boy. He decided to let them proceed for a little while, and made his way to Mr. Potter's classroom. He found the children there learned defensive spells. . .perfect he thought. He knocked on the door. Harry motioned the headmaster in.
"I will make this brief Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy has taken over Mrs. Malfoy's post for the day. . .due to unusual circumstances. And I believe he has taken it upon himself to teach the students to duel. As you are teaching defensive spells I thought maybe your class would like to join his for today" Albus told him with a smile. Harry beamed. The kid inside him was coming out.
"We would love to Headmaster". The kids shouted with delight and a mass of them ran at top speed to Hermione's classroom. Albus, however, held on to the hem of Harry's robe as the young teacher had tried to run by also.
"I'm glad to see you so enthusiastic, but I want to inform you of the situation. Hermione and Draco came here today, she has discovered she is telepathic" Albus told Harry. But this had no effect on him. Harry had no idea what this statement really meant. Albus caught this and explained further. "Only rare purebloods are telepathic. Hermione has to be pureblood" and with this Harry's eyes opened wide. He finally got it. "So if you would mind going to the library to help her research genetics I would appreciate it. I think Draco is having too much fun teaching to duel. Maybe it will be useful" Albus said with a smile. He nodded to Harry and with a swish of his robes he was gone again. Harry stood for a second confused about everything. He shook his head and proceeded to the library. Without words he sat down beside Hermione. They looked at each other and he knew how she felt, even without telepathy. Sometimes he couldn't help but feel they were meant for each other, but constantly reminded himself that they are better friends. Best friends, that didn't even need talking or telepathy to know what the other was thinking or feeling. They were best friends that loved each other deeply, and he had to remember that. He picked up the book in front of him and began to read through it. He had to help his best friend sort out this problem.
This went on for days. Days turned into weeks. Genetics wasn't easy to learn. Finally Hermione had enough. She wasn't sleeping well anymore, she kept hearing Draco's silent screams in the night. She slammed down the books and curled up in her chair. Harry looked over at his friend with sadness in his eyes. He hated to see her like this. He put his arms around her. It's all he needed to do. She felt such a calm feeling with him. Suddenly, she pulled away. She heard was he was saying, or rather thinking. She could hear what he felt for her. Suddenly, his friendship feelings were bordering real love feelings. She hated this. She couldn't be with him now. Now she knew how he felt. Sure she felt it to, and that's what scared her. Draco was the one for her and she knew it. Harry had just been the one that she thought was meant for her. And thoughts like that don't just go away.
"A muggle. That's what we need. A scientist. We will just go talk to a scientist" she reasoned. It made sense to her.
"Um Hermione, what are you going to say? I need to know who my parents are because I know telepathy? They are going to need a reason. And they need a sample of the parents. They can't just tell you who they really are" Harry reasoned with her. He stood up and paced. Suddenly he looked down at the books spread out on the floor. There was a family tree. He was on it. Next to his name was an empty spot, a spot left for a sibling, but it was blank. Could it be? No, there's no way he thought to himself. But still. . .there was a chance. "Hermione, maybe your idea isn't so crazy. I have an idea. I think you might be my sister" he said with a dumbfounded look on his face. Oh my god. . ."
( I was going to end it here, but I think you deserve more)
Quickly they apparated to London to find a lab that tested paternity and such. They found one that was located in a hospital. They quickly caught a train and got off at their stop. The streets were a blur to them as they ran. They couldn't believe this. This was insane. After what seemed like hours to them they reached the hospital and ran through the doors. They read the directory and headed to the lifts. Once inside they caught their breath. Harry looked at Hermione. 'She could be my sister. . .'
"Yeah Harry I was thinking the same thing. Now I understand our connection". The lift stopped and they sprinted the lab. Doctors yelled for them to stop but the continued down the corridor. They stopped at the door and quietly walked in. A small nurse sat at a desk.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a small voice. Harry explained the situation and she smiled. "Oh yes, this happens more than you think. Right this way". She led them to a separate room. Soon a doctor came in a took a sample from each of them. All they could do was wait now. It would take some time for the results. They decided to wait there for the results instead of the hospital contacting them. They sat on a couch in the waiting room. It was cool with peaceful decorations, but their hearts still raced on. It seemed like they sat there in silence for hours.
Suddenly Hermione woke up. A doctor was shaking her up. "I know you have our results" she said without thinking. "Oh my God. . .we are". Harry was just opening his eyes.
"What did you say?" he said groggily.
It was the doctor's turn to talk. "I think we need to talk. You see, you are brother and sister all right. I don't how you were separated or anything, but it's true. I don't know how you knew that, but you were right. So now you know. Is it a relief?" he asked them.
"You don't even know the half of it" Hermione replied. A wave of relief swept over her body. Then a flash of nerves. She was glad she knew the truth, but how did the happen? How could she stop the voices? There were a whole new bunch of questions now. She had to get back to Hogwarts.
A/N: Ok I promise I will try my hardest to update sooner. I hope you like the new twist, and it will get better. I just thought I had to add a little something. Thanks to my most loyal reviewer sonpanny08 for giving me the idea. As always if you have any input I would love to have it. Read and Review and I hope you love it!
Chapter 14
Hermione walked through the door to her home to the smell of roasting chicken. The aroma filled the house, and sent a warm feeling to her heart. It reminded her of when she was a child and her mom used to cook dinner every night. It was something she dearly missed. When the smell filled her nose she furrowed her brow in a confused look. 'Who would be cooking in their house?' she thought to herself. She shook it out of her head and sat down her bag. She stripped her light jacket from her shoulders and continued through the house to see what was going on.
She entered the kitchen to see a certain blonde male sitting in a chair. He looked frazzled and his hair was no longer neat and gelled. A house elf stood watch over the food cooking on the stove. Hermione looked down on her husband waiting for him to notice that she had arrived. Suddenly it was as if he could feel her stare and looked up at her. He jumped slightly at the sight of her.
"Dobby! You are free to go. . .umm thanks for the help" he said frantically. "Oh you weren't supposed to be home yet, what time is it?" he asked her as he pulled up his sleeve and held his wrist close to his face. "Man, time flies. Welcome home honey" he said as he pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her honey colored head.
"Umm Draco, what's going on?" she asked him with a confused look on her face. She continued looking around the house as though feeling she had come to the wrong place. "Where's Lauren?"
"Oh don't worry. She is with Harry and Ginny. I had a special evening planned. But I guess it kinda didn't go as smoothly as planned" he laughed as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. He looked like he had been struggling with the plans of the evening and nothing had turned out right.
"Oh Draco you were planning a meal for me!" she squealed with delight. "Oh and don't worry I do love it. And yes I still think you are sexy even when you look like that." she finished. Draco looked at her with such confusion that she giggled. "I know what you just said because you just said it" she laughed.
"Umm Hermione, have you noticed that you are the only one talking?" he said while staring intently at his wife. "How can you know what I'm wondering when I'm not actually asking you the questions?" he asked her.
It was her turn to be lost. "But you just said those things. You just asked if I loved it, you just asked if I still thought you were the same sexy man even though you were slaving over the stove. . .I heard you. What are you trying to pull with all this?" she asked him. She felt as though he was playing a cruel joke on her.
"Hermione, you know what I was thinking. You could read my mind. How did you do that?" he asked her. He couldn't stop looking at her as though she were a science experiment. "Hermione, are you. . . umm. . .telepathic?" he asked her slowly.
"Draco, don't be silly. How long have you known me? You know that I don't have any powers. I'm just Hermione. I'm sure I heard your voice. I heard you ask me questions. I heard it Draco!" she yelled. She was starting to feel a little nervous. "If this is a joke it's getting old really fast!"
"It's no joke. Hermione, I promise I'm not lying" he said as he looked straight into her eyes. She sank down into a chair and ran her fingers through her loose curls. A million thoughts were running through her mind. 'How could this be? She was just a muggle born, there is no way she could have such powers. Something wasn't right here. Maybe this wasn't a big deal, but this was starting to freak out. She was suddenly hearing voices. A tear streamed down her cheek. She remembered when this had happened to Harry and that situation was even worse. It may be nothing, but she was still very worried.
Draco sunk down beside her into the chair. He wrapped his arms around her. "It's ok Mya. I'm sure it's nothing". Deep down he knew it was something. She was a special girl, and there was definitely something odd going on. She had always been so smart, maybe it was because she was so knowledgeable that she had this power. But that couldn't be it. Telepathy was reserved for those that were pureblood and very special. It was a rare gift even among the purest wizards.
They stayed in the chair that night forgetting about the food that awaited in the kitchen. They both drifted off to sleep entwined in each other. This was something they could figure out later.
Hermione was first to wake up the next morning. The sun streamed into the window and straight into her eyes. She blinked a few times as the events from the previous nights came rushing into her head like a freight train. She didn't know what to think anymore. Suddenly Draco's voice was filling her head. He was talking, but it wasn't to her. He seemed to be yelling at his father. 'But that's impossible' she thought. Still she heard his screaming.
In her head all she could hear was "YOU KILLED HER YOU SICK BASTARD!" but she couldn't see what he was seeing. 'What is going on??' she thought. She shook him hard to wake him up. "Please stop!" she yelled to him.
Still groggy he looked up at her. She looked petrified. Then it hit him. He was dreaming about the night he had found her. The night that he thought Lucius had killed her. He had been screaming. She could hear it. Her face was white. She looked like a ghost, and she was shaking. This problem definitely needed sorted out. . . and soon.
That day was a school day anyway, so Draco decided to accompany Hermione to Hogwarts so they could both see Dumbledore together. He used the fire to talk to Harry and Ginny and ask them to accompany Lauren to school. The original plan was for him to pick her up, but it was crucial they talk to Dumbledore.
Hermione continued to mumble to herself, as though answering Draco's thoughts. He had begun to get used to it, even if she did look a little crazy. They apparated to Hogwarts (everyone remember that you can do that in this story) and quickly headed to the Gargoyle that protected Dumbledore's office. They said the password (sugar quill) and proceeded to the headmaster.
Albus seemed to know they were coming, and was waiting for them behind his desk. The back of his chair towered above his head, and he looked like a king of sorts. "Welcome, my friends, what brings you here?" he asked them in his always calm voice. He smiled warmly and his eyes sparkled from behind the half moon spectacles.
"He actually said that right?" Hermione asked Draco in a whisper as though she couldn't believe anything she was hearing anymore.
"Yeah" he answered back. "Professor, we are here because of Hermione. You see, lately she has been hearing things. Well, not imagining things, she hears what I'm thinking. She answers my questions before I even say it" he continued. Albus nodded his head with every word, without changing the calm expression on his face.
"Ahh I see Mr. Malfoy. Well I think we can clear up this little problem in no time" he answered them. "Hermione, this is a rare gift that only pure bloods can receive, so we need to find out how you got this gift. Muggles know a certain bit of knowledge called genetics. It's something that I also believe wizards should learn. I think that it could do us some go" he was cut off.
"Yeah it will. Ok I will meet you there" she answered before he could finish. She was to the point now where she couldn't really tell when people were talking or not. All she heard was voices. It was as though ten people were talking at the same time. Draco and Albus exchanged looks and they all stood up. Hermione was already off to the library at the speed of light.
"Draco, if you could look after her class today that would be appreciated. I'm sure our Hermione will be in the library until she solves this, and it could take a while" Albus told the young man in front of him.
"No problem sir, just try to make her feel better. She had a rough night I think" Draco explained to him. He was so worried about his wife. Draco proceeded to the classroom where kids were patiently waiting at their desks. It seemed as though Hermione had trained them well. The students exchanged confused looks as he walked in. One small student raised his hand politely. Draco looked over to him and nodded.
"Where's Miss Malfoy?" the boy asked.
"She is indisposed at the moment. She should be back in a few days at the most. In the meantime why don't we learn something valuable" he said with a sly smile. The kids didn't know what to think, but Draco had a good idea up his sleeve.
Meanwhile at the library Hermione was racking her brain looking through millions of books. Suddenly her head shot up. "Professor? Can you go tell Draco to please not teach my kids to duel?" she asked.
He looked up with a shocked look. It must be her special connection to Draco to allow her to read his mind while being so far away from him. "Of course dear" he said as he stood up and walked to the classroom. Sure enough, when he got there Draco had the children lined up and learning how to duel. He smiled at the sight. This was the Draco he remembered as a young boy. He decided to let them proceed for a little while, and made his way to Mr. Potter's classroom. He found the children there learned defensive spells. . .perfect he thought. He knocked on the door. Harry motioned the headmaster in.
"I will make this brief Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy has taken over Mrs. Malfoy's post for the day. . .due to unusual circumstances. And I believe he has taken it upon himself to teach the students to duel. As you are teaching defensive spells I thought maybe your class would like to join his for today" Albus told him with a smile. Harry beamed. The kid inside him was coming out.
"We would love to Headmaster". The kids shouted with delight and a mass of them ran at top speed to Hermione's classroom. Albus, however, held on to the hem of Harry's robe as the young teacher had tried to run by also.
"I'm glad to see you so enthusiastic, but I want to inform you of the situation. Hermione and Draco came here today, she has discovered she is telepathic" Albus told Harry. But this had no effect on him. Harry had no idea what this statement really meant. Albus caught this and explained further. "Only rare purebloods are telepathic. Hermione has to be pureblood" and with this Harry's eyes opened wide. He finally got it. "So if you would mind going to the library to help her research genetics I would appreciate it. I think Draco is having too much fun teaching to duel. Maybe it will be useful" Albus said with a smile. He nodded to Harry and with a swish of his robes he was gone again. Harry stood for a second confused about everything. He shook his head and proceeded to the library. Without words he sat down beside Hermione. They looked at each other and he knew how she felt, even without telepathy. Sometimes he couldn't help but feel they were meant for each other, but constantly reminded himself that they are better friends. Best friends, that didn't even need talking or telepathy to know what the other was thinking or feeling. They were best friends that loved each other deeply, and he had to remember that. He picked up the book in front of him and began to read through it. He had to help his best friend sort out this problem.
This went on for days. Days turned into weeks. Genetics wasn't easy to learn. Finally Hermione had enough. She wasn't sleeping well anymore, she kept hearing Draco's silent screams in the night. She slammed down the books and curled up in her chair. Harry looked over at his friend with sadness in his eyes. He hated to see her like this. He put his arms around her. It's all he needed to do. She felt such a calm feeling with him. Suddenly, she pulled away. She heard was he was saying, or rather thinking. She could hear what he felt for her. Suddenly, his friendship feelings were bordering real love feelings. She hated this. She couldn't be with him now. Now she knew how he felt. Sure she felt it to, and that's what scared her. Draco was the one for her and she knew it. Harry had just been the one that she thought was meant for her. And thoughts like that don't just go away.
"A muggle. That's what we need. A scientist. We will just go talk to a scientist" she reasoned. It made sense to her.
"Um Hermione, what are you going to say? I need to know who my parents are because I know telepathy? They are going to need a reason. And they need a sample of the parents. They can't just tell you who they really are" Harry reasoned with her. He stood up and paced. Suddenly he looked down at the books spread out on the floor. There was a family tree. He was on it. Next to his name was an empty spot, a spot left for a sibling, but it was blank. Could it be? No, there's no way he thought to himself. But still. . .there was a chance. "Hermione, maybe your idea isn't so crazy. I have an idea. I think you might be my sister" he said with a dumbfounded look on his face. Oh my god. . ."
( I was going to end it here, but I think you deserve more)
Quickly they apparated to London to find a lab that tested paternity and such. They found one that was located in a hospital. They quickly caught a train and got off at their stop. The streets were a blur to them as they ran. They couldn't believe this. This was insane. After what seemed like hours to them they reached the hospital and ran through the doors. They read the directory and headed to the lifts. Once inside they caught their breath. Harry looked at Hermione. 'She could be my sister. . .'
"Yeah Harry I was thinking the same thing. Now I understand our connection". The lift stopped and they sprinted the lab. Doctors yelled for them to stop but the continued down the corridor. They stopped at the door and quietly walked in. A small nurse sat at a desk.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a small voice. Harry explained the situation and she smiled. "Oh yes, this happens more than you think. Right this way". She led them to a separate room. Soon a doctor came in a took a sample from each of them. All they could do was wait now. It would take some time for the results. They decided to wait there for the results instead of the hospital contacting them. They sat on a couch in the waiting room. It was cool with peaceful decorations, but their hearts still raced on. It seemed like they sat there in silence for hours.
Suddenly Hermione woke up. A doctor was shaking her up. "I know you have our results" she said without thinking. "Oh my God. . .we are". Harry was just opening his eyes.
"What did you say?" he said groggily.
It was the doctor's turn to talk. "I think we need to talk. You see, you are brother and sister all right. I don't how you were separated or anything, but it's true. I don't know how you knew that, but you were right. So now you know. Is it a relief?" he asked them.
"You don't even know the half of it" Hermione replied. A wave of relief swept over her body. Then a flash of nerves. She was glad she knew the truth, but how did the happen? How could she stop the voices? There were a whole new bunch of questions now. She had to get back to Hogwarts.
A/N: Ok I promise I will try my hardest to update sooner. I hope you like the new twist, and it will get better. I just thought I had to add a little something. Thanks to my most loyal reviewer sonpanny08 for giving me the idea. As always if you have any input I would love to have it. Read and Review and I hope you love it!