Lupin let them have a party in DADA, as long as they all promised to show up to the meeting that night. The entire class was all in regular attendance anyway, so they happily agreed. They had just eaten lunch, so the party snacks were left half-eaten but nonetheless it was a party. Everyone was chatting happily and shouting across the room. Remus was at his desk, smiling and handing out DADA themed party favors, such as small foe-glasses that you could carry like a compact for girls and pocket Sneakoscopes for the boys. Sirius had left half of his money to Lupin and half to Harry and considering the size of the Black family vault, Remus was now well provided for with his now steady teacher's salary. Life was starting to work out for everyone, Hermione thought happily. Except of course Sirius. However, she had the feeling that wherever he was, if he was dead even, he was happy.
Harry still could not talk about his godfather without his eyes watering. The same woman who took Neville's parents took the closest person he had to a father away from him, and it was boiling inside them. There were looks between them, Neville and Harry during the DA meetings at particular moments. Moments when Harry would talk about what it was really like to face dark wizard, or when Remus spoke about the known dark wizards. There was a fire that burned in their eyes, in their hearts that could not be quenched until Bellatrix was brought to justice and put into Azkaban for the rest of her life. Harry nudged Hermione, and looked into her eyes. "You looked really far away there." She blinked and nodded. "Why don't you go and talk to Remus now; he's not busy or anything." "Yes, now probably would be a good time to ask him." She got up and made her way to Lupin's desk. He looked up at her and smiled happily.
"Is everything okay Hermione?" Hermione sat down in a nearby chair. "Maybe…I think I may be hallucinating though. I keep seeing someone, but no one else sees them." Remus put his chin on his hand and studied Hermione for a moment. "No one else can see this person? What do they look like?" Hermione felt herself begin to blush. "He is our age; I thought he was a transfer student at first. He has long blonde hair. I only ever see the back of him." He looked thoughtful and asked "Is there anything else you know about him?" "Oh, yes. I used that neat vision improvement spell you taught us. He was reading a muggle rights book at breakfast." Remus looked confused, "Breakfast? He was at breakfast with hundreds of other students and no one else saw him?" Hermione shook her head, "No, it was really early, only a few other people were around. Although I would expect Ginny to have passed him on her way in, she showed up moments after he left." Remus looked puzzled. "Have you done any spells that seem to have gone wrong? Received any mysterious presents like jewelry or something you can wear?" Hermione shook her head, "No, Remus. No spells except the DA meetings and I haven't gotten any strange presents." Remus now looked very concerned. "We'll check you for enchantments at the meeting tonight. Maybe someone has put one on you." Hermione suddenly felt frightened. "How could they do that without me knowing? Wouldn't they have to be pretty powerful?" He shook his head, "Not really Hermione. When you put a hallucination enchantment on someone their mind does most of the work, actually. It's really more of a trigger than a whole spell." Hermione nodded. "So, anyone could have put that spell on me…but why would someone want to do that?" Remus shrugged, and suggested "Jealousy? Someone wants to cause you stress?" Hermione nodded, "That could be any number of people, mostly Slytherins." Remus shook his head, "You never know Hermione."
The magical bell sounded and everyone packed up. Remus reminded them that they should attend the last DA meeting before the break when everyone would be going home to their families. He asked Hermione when they should run the test for the enchantment and she decided that she wanted it done as soon as possible. She went over to Harry and said "Remus thinks it's some kind of enchantment." Harry looked shocked. "An enchantment? Who would?-," but Hermione waved her hand. "Forget it Harry, I'm taking care of it." He still looked worried, but said "Okay Hermione. Let me know, okay?" She smiled, "I promise Harry. Go play Quidditch with Ron until the meeting." Harry left but looked back at her a couple of times before he shut the door. She smiled, thinking it was so nice to have Harry watching out for her. He was always concerned about her, so much so that some people still speculated that they were romantically involved. It wasn't that she didn't love Harry, because she did, but she was unsure exactly how those translated in real terms. Victor adored her, that was very obvious but she just wasn't ready to make any kind of romantic involvement at age seventeen. She spent most of her time shunting about the lower years, organize DA meetings with Harry, and doing her homework. Any free time she spent was worrying about the welfare of her parents. They helped out the Order however they could. Harry had granted them the use of Grimmauld Place as he had the rest of the Order. She turned on her heel and sat at a desk.