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Chapter 20
"Is he okay?" Hermione asked pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"He should be, let's get him to the Hospital Wing." Draco said as he levitated him as if on an invisible stretcher.

"What happened to him?" Madam Pomfrey asked seeing Harry onto a cot before he started squirming.

"What's wrong?" Hermione whispered to him. Harry continued squirming and mumbling for a few minutes before his eyes flew open and he looked around.

"Wow, he is super angry," He mumbled sitting up and rubbing his forehead with his fists. "he knows we escaped and switched the bodies." Harry said excepting the pepper-up potion Madam Pomfrey handed to him in a bronze goblet.
"Harry, what did you see?" Dumbledore asked, before asking how he escaped. Harry explained.
"He can't attack because he was planning on draining
my power to be able to kill Dumbledore and me." Harry said smiling slowly as Professor Dumbledore slowly walked up to where Harry sat up in the cot.

"Harry Potter, you are powerful, I still have trouble transporting more than three people away from somewhere, I see the talisman that I gave you to break the anti-Apparation wards has also come in handy?" Dumbledore said smiling.

"Yes, sir, but what if he planted the image in my head so no one would show up and he could have free reign over Hogsmead?" Harry asked slightly dismayed remembering the fake dream the got Sirius murdered.

"I will send the Order out to supervise the going on down there, and send you and a few others down there to help out if anything does happen." Dumbledore told Harry before walking out of the hospital wing.

"Potter you are lucky." Malfoy said as he smirked at him. Hermione noticed it was a friendly smirk though. "Uh... er, Potter... I know we aren't friends, but, but, can we put our differences aside, y'know like the Sorting Hat said in 5th year?" Malfoy asked almost pleadingly.

"Why would trust you?" Harry asked looking at Draco Malfoy sternly.

"Because, my own father was going to kill me because I wanted to marry Hermione and I want to be my own person. Please?" Malfoy said, not really wanting anyone to know he was capable of such feelings.

"Er... uh... okay, but if you try anything, or hurt Hermione, I will murder you personally. Are we clear?" Harry said putting his hand out as Draco pumped his hand slowly before smiling at him.

"Deal." Draco said as Hermione flung her arms around Draco. Hermione let go of Draco and sat down next to Harry.

"You reckon we should tell Ron?" Hermione said frowning a little.

"I don't think Weasley is the forgive and forget kind of person, but we should tell him about the plans." Draco said as he got up and walked towards the doors.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked wanting to follow him.

"To bed." He said smiling at her.

"It is about time, you kids, get out, shoo." The nurse said shooing the students out of the large infirmary.


True to his word, Dumbledore had Hermione and others woken up during the night to get to Hogsmead.

"Hermione, get up!" Lavender squealed shaking Hermione.

"Wasamatter?" Hermione said pushing the bed hangings aside and pulling on her pink robe.

"We have to get to Hogsmead. Death Eaters are attacking, probably against You-know-who's wishes." Lavender
said as Hermione waved her wand and she transformed her robe into her school robes.
"Lets go!" Lavender said tugging on Hermione's hand as the made their way down to the common room.
Hermione and Lavender dashed
quickly through the common room and saw Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville, hurrying out of the common room through the portrait hole. Hermione and Lavender were quickly joined by, Ginny, Parvati, and a few other girls scurrying out of their dormitories. Dumbledore and the Order were already there, and Hermione really didn't want Draco or Harry to go near Hogsmead in case something happened to one of them, or both.
Hermione and about ten others students were racing across the grounds towards the gates where McGonagall was waiting, beckoning them forward.

"They're attacking, You-know-who isn't there, though." the
Transfiguration teacher said locking the gate and disapparated to Hogsmead.
Hermione rushed down the paved street and found herself in the midst of a fight the Death Eaters were losing. She saw Harry but not Draco, so she was semi relieved. Fred and George Weasley were throwing out purple little squares that exploded when they hit someone, causing them to fall asleep or pass-out due too some charm that was on it. The Order was throwing hexes and curses out at the group of about 75 Death Eaters. Hermione suddenly started fretting as the brand on her arm started to burn. Hermione kicked the side of a boulder as she stunned a Death Eater coming toward her. Suddenly
as the burning started it stopped as all of the remaining 30 Death Eaters disapparated away from the scene.


"Voldemort has suffered a great loss tonight." Dumbledore said as they all sat up in Dumbledore's office.

"Has the ministry caught the last of them?" Hermione asked sitting next to Harry and Ron who were at a large wooden table.

"Not the ones that got away, just the ones stunned and knocked out." Dumbledore said as he rested his arms on his chair with his finger tips pushed against each other.
"There were about 72 Death Eaters in
Hogsmead tonight, probably against Voldemorts wishes," Dumbledore said "we have indeed captured what looks to be about 40 Death Eaters. Among some of the most wanted, such as Avery, Dolhov, Mr. Lestrange, and a few that are unknown to me." Dumbledore said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Professor, when will he attack next?" Ron asked shifting in his
seat.

"How are we too know?" Hermione retorted at his stupid question.

Hermione glanced to her left, on the other side of Ron, Harry sat rubbing his head, grimacing at something. Apparently Dumbledore had noticed too.

"Harry, what's the matter?" He asked, but Harry seemed to not be listening. He sat with his hand to his forehead a blank, but painful look on his face, then he started shaking uncontrollably, before falling off his seat in a faint.

"HARRY!" Hermione shouted, rushing to his side where he was shaking, and muttering incomprehensibly.


"Is he okay?" Hermione asked quietly.

"He's stirring!" Ginny squeaked.

"Quiet you'll scare him!" Ron said nudging her.

"He should be in the Hospital Wing." McGonagall said seriously as she wiped the damp hair off his forehead.


"He's coming 'round!" Ginny said shuffling to where Harry sat.

"Ginny!" Ron hissed.

"Quiet you two!" Hermione said as Harry's eye's flicked open.
Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and watched as he slowly sat up, leaning himself against the wooden chair.

"What happened?" Hermione asked suddenly as Harry looked around.

"He is furious," Harry said rubbing his head. "I don't even think
that word describes his mood." Harry said quietly.

"Here take this, headache killer." Dumbledore said handing him a silver goblet to him with a purple substance in it. Hermione watched as Harry drank the substance graciously. Harry had been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past 30 minutes.

"What did you see?" Dumbledore asked Harry who was again sitting in the wooden chair again.

"Voldemort-" everyone but Hermione and Dumbledore flinched,"- was punishing his Death Eaters. They were no longer at the Malfoy Manor, it looked
more like the Riddle House." Harry said before Neville spoke up.
"How do you know what the Riddle House looks like?" Neville asked looking at the trio, suspecting they had another of their little adventures.

"I visited it in a dream in fourth year. It was then I knew
Voldemort was rising, even though I didn't know it at the time where they were at, or what they were talking about." Harry said looking at Neville.
He had changed over the past two years, he was very powerful, and had gotten in shape and didn't take crap from anyone anymore.

"Oh, I see." He said rubbing his wand as blue sparks flew out of the end. "Oops." He said. Neville was still, though, clumsy.

"Well, he is very angry, and I suppose he will use a guerilla like attack from now on." Harry said as Hermione nodded her head
agreeing.

"Isn't that what they've been doing?" Ron asked.

"Well, ... yeah I suppose," Hermione said "but we've always know about it in advance, I suppose Voldemort won't give any prior notice, because I think he knows that Harry can get into his thoughts." Hermione said finishing quickly.

"What if he goes after the Dursley's?" Harry asked concerned even though he hated them.

"That is a good point, but we'll discuss it at a later time though," Dumbledore said looking up at the clock on the wall it read 4:56 am.
"I think perhaps, now you should get to bed." Dumbledore said
dismissing the students as he stayed in the office with the
teachers.
"I'll come to you if I have any dreams." Harry said as Hermione
followed him and Ron out of the Headmasters office.


Hermione awoke Monday morning the day after break ended, dead tired and when she looked at the clock it read 8:21 am. Hermione slowly got out of bed and trudged into the restroom to take a cold shower too wake herself up. Hermione hurried down to the Great Hall at about 9 am and sat down with Harry and Ron who were discussing the events of
the holidays with Lavender, Parvati, Seamus, Ginny, Dean, and
Neville. Hermione sat down in an empty seat on Harry's left.

"Hermione you were wrong and right." Harry said looking at her.
"How so?" Hermione asked stifling a yawn.

"He is planning another attack, but he said when it suites him," Harry said as he reminisced a dream from the night before. "I had another dream." He said "His next target is the Dursley's because he knows I will have to play hero." Harry said as a bell rang signifying they should get to class.
Hermione sat through double potions tired. It was the worst way to start the first day after break. Harry, Hermione and Ron, surprisingly achieved N. E. W. T. level potions last term, much to Snape's dismay. Hermione had too say they worked their tails off last term.
Hermione sat in the slowly filling class and Draco slowly walked in after the second bell, late as usual.

"Nice of you too join us, Mr. Malfoy." Snape said gesturing to a
seat.

"Hey Potter." He muttered as he smirked lovingly at Hermione. Ron stared at the three confused.

"What's your problem ferret?" Ron said scathingly.

"Nothing." Draco said shooting daggers at him.

"Ron..." Hermione said quietly.

"Excuse me, but I do not tolerate my class being interrupted, so unless your willing too share with the class I suppose you get to work." Snape said sneering at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Hermione's temper boiled and Harry and Ron knew not too bother her. Hermione sat mixing the ingredients of her potion together, making sure she did everything right. If she wanted to be an Auror or Healer then she would have too get perfect marks, Hermione thought. Hermione finished her potion just as the bell rang and she called good-bye to Harry and Ron as she made her way to arithmancy with Malfoy.
Arithmancy was the only class Hermione had by herself with
Draco, and Professor Vector was nice enough to let the two houses sit where they wished, even though Draco and Hermione caused many stares and whispers from their classmates.
At the end of the day Hermione had Charms with Harry and Ron. The three of them were supposed to be charming regular everyday items, to take on human or animal characteristics. Hermione had so far gotten her shelf to be able to waddle across the room and was now working on her footstool gallop across the room.

"Personify!" Hermione said swishing her wand as the stool gave a shudder and dropped to the floor as dust poofed out of the cushion.
"Per- son-achoo!" Ron stuttered as he let out a sneeze in the middle of the spell.
Suddenly his night table let out a malicious roar as
it leapt at him, within seconds it opened the drawer part of it to
reveal jagged gleaming white teeth. People screamed as the night table lept on Ron and bringing it's teeth down on Ron's wand arm with a sickening crunch. Professor Flitwick hurriedly made his way across the room.

"Metophro!" He squeaked at the night table suddenly went rigid, and turned back into it's normal self.

"We'll take him to the nurse!" Harry and Hermione chimed looking at the fainted Ron and his mangled wrist, blood falling everywhere.

"Now, what have we here?" Madam Pomfrey asked as they laid Ron on a cot, soiling the white sheets with blood.

Madam Pomfrey hurriedly came back with a sort of mat as she slid it under Ron's wrist. She then drew the curtains around the cot and began her work. Harry and Hermione sat outside the little cubical for about an hour when she emerged.
"Is he okay?" Hermione asked standing up and walking up to the nurse.

"Yeah, he'll be out for a while, and I don't want him leaving for a few days, things like that can get ugly and infected. If the
happened we would probably have to amputate it." She said looking at the pale boy lying unconscious in the bed next to them.
"Oh, alright." Harry said turning for one last look at Ron before hurrying off for dinner in the Great Hall.
-Authors Note: Wow ... twenty chapters... I never thought this would be 20 chapters, even though it is quite short, but it is long for me. Lol, I suspect there may be about 4 more chapters? I am not sure, but I have a few more written. We will see when the time comes. Please review!