12:00 AM July 6, 2006

[13 Poison Lane, Rogue Valley – Dangerwood, West Kyrie – Central RogueWorld]

She stood in front of the mirror watching her reflection. She wore a long purple night gown that showed off her curvy body and her curly, dark purple and black hair, hung past her shoulders. Her deep violet eyes watched the moon through her open window and she wondered if her love was watching it too.

Her normally pouty lips broke into a smile at the thought of her sweetheart being up this late watching the moon. He's probably sleeping right now, she thought.

She sighed as she turned and arched one purple eyebrow at her Queen sized bed. She knew that, even though she had closed the vents, the bed would be cold. She missed the days when she used to sleep with him at night. She was never lonely then. They would talk and cuddle, and he would tell her that he'd always be there for her.

But she messed up. And now she was finally getting the chance to get him back, and she'd make sure that she didn't lose out this time.

- - -

1:10 PM July 6, 2006

[Whitewall Castle, Mount Mafioso – Dangerwood, West Kyrie – Central RogueWorld]

Why am I here again? Hermione asked herself as she walked into the Malfoys' gigantic castle. She was a Muggleborn and Malfoys hate Muggleborns. In fact, the father was a Deatheater. Deatheaters wanted Muggleborns dead. She should have been in the Wizarding World helping the Order with research . . . and stuff . . . and . . . getting Ron to like her.

But no, her parents dragged her to this whole other world she never knew about, among people she didn't even know had existed. It was kind of like when she had first went to Hogwarts, except back then they didn't drag her, they just let her go.

But still, it was extremely random when they had told her that she would be going to a luncheon hosted by the Malfoys. She thought they hated her. You don't invite people to a luncheon if you hate them . . . unless you're going to kill them. In that case, she'd best be on her guard for anything suspicious.

- - -

1:14 PM

Take one look and you know this is going to be interesting, thought Jules as he looked around at the party.

He had spent the last hour listening to his best friend, Ron Weasley, worry about what he was going to do when Ivy and Hermione Granger got to the party. Of course, Jules, being the good friend he is, wasn't about to tell him that they were already here and Hermione was walking toward him.

He really didn't understand he whole thing about Hermione. She wasn't hot, especially not Ivy hot. Hermione had shiny, wavy deep brown hair that came below her shoulders; Ron had told him it was frizzy when she was younger. Her green hazel eyes weren't much to rave about, but Ron did anyway. She was too skinny for Jules' taste, for any Draco's taste as well it seemed. I'm skinny enough for the both of us, Draco had once said.

She wore a strapless deep brown dress that slanted at the bottom; the hem was above her right knee and below her left knee. She wore deep brown stiletto heeled boots that came up to a little bit below her knees. She also wore a dark brown head band that kept her hair back, making it curly below her ears. The girl must have been going solely on deep brown, because she wore deep brown hope earrings and two deep brown hoop bracelets on each wrist.

Ron was still going on about her and Ivy, so Jules decided to stop him.

"Yo Rage," he said, calling his friend by his middle name. "Look at that chica behind you in the deep brown." Jules pointed to Hermione.

Rage turned to look. Time seemed to stop around him as he looked at her. Actually, time hadn't stopped, people were just looking at the chick Rage was staring that wasn't Ivy. As much as they knew that what Ivy did to Rage was bad, they were all still riding the "Rage and Ivy Forever" train, so Hermione was walking in dangerous territory.

She wondered why the whole room had went quiet, but she was happy to see a familiar face, especially Ron's face, although she wondered why he was talking to Draco Malfoy.

"Hi Ron," she said to him. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, my-my friend-my friend invited me," he stuttered. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"My parents made me come. Why are talking to Malfoy? I thought you hated him."

Rage stared at her for a minute, then it clicked. Oh yea, she doesn't know shit, he projected to everyone in the crowd who was on the mind link system, which was just about everyone except Hermione. So when everybody laughed Hermione was clueless.

"Hermione this is my best friend Jules Malfoy," he said to her. "Jules this is my fifth best friend Hermione Granger."

"Fifth best friend?" asked Hermione.

"Yea," nodded Rage. "Me and Jules have known each other since we were in diapers. We rate our best friends by how long we've known them. Jules and Dre have known each other since the day they were born, so I'm really his second best friend. And I can't hate Dre, because that would mean I hate Jules and I don't. I mean, I don't agree with everything Dre does, but I don't hate him."

"Dre?" asked Hermione

"Draco," asnwered Ron.

"Oh" was her reply.

They then began to talk about sports, so Hermione tuned them out. She noticed that Ron looked a little different. His hair was now short and spiked up, every strand was either fire engine red or red-orange. His brown eyes seemed more crimson-like and would flash with fire every 3 minutes. He seemed to have hit over the six foot mark, 6'3" at least. His lanky frame was still slim, but more muscular and toned.

He wore an orange wifebeater, red jean overalls and red and orange Kswiss. On his right shoulder was a tattoo of a red weasel. It wore the exact same thing Ron was wearing including a Red Sox baseball cap. The interesting thing was that the weasel was on fire, but its clothes weren't singed and it didn't look like it was in pain. In fact, it was casually leaning to the left, arms crossed, one leg over the other. It reminded her of Malfoy, especially since it was smirking.

Wait, she thought. Weasels don't smirk. Without knowing it, she was subconciously projecting her thoughts, so she was shocked when a different voice answered, No shit Sherlocke.

She looked around her for he peron the voice belonged to, thinking someone had said it out loud. She noticed that Jules was smirking at somone or something behind her. She turned around to find a girl with purple and black hair looking at her.

"Hi, I'm Ivy Granger," the girl said. "You must be Hermione. Rage has told me so much about you."

It was then that Rage looked up from his conversation with Jules about quidditch. It was then that he saw Ivy.

She hasn't changed much, he thought.

Her hair was the same deep violet with jet black streaks. Her eyes were the same many shades of purple depending on her mood. Her skin was still pale and her lips were still full and pouty. Her body was a little bit more curvy, and her chest was a little bit bigger, the same with her hips. Her legs were still long and slim and she still loved to show them off. Her hair still came down to her butt, which was just a little bit rounder, in Rage's opinion.

She still dresses to be noticed that's for sure, he thought.

Her dress was very eye catching. A short deep violet dress that stopped above her knees. The neckline was so low that it stopped just under her navel. The back stooped just below a tattoo on her lower back that was identical to the one on Rage's arm. There was a thin strip connecting the chest area of her dress, as if to hold her breasts together. Rage wondered if she was wearing any underwear at all.

To finish off her look she wore six inch black stilletto heels, a black choker with the letters I. G. on it, and a black onyx bracelet that Rage had given her christmas a couple of years back.

The question on everyone's mind was, why was she here and not on a runway.

"What's up Jules, Rage? What have you guys been up to?" she asked as she gave Jules a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but only shook hands.

The crowd watched in shock as Ivy only shook hands with her former boyfriend. This was not like the Ivy they knew. The Ivy they knew would have walked up to Rage and given him the most passionate kiss possible just because she could, but this Ivy seemed indifferent.

It was then that Baby Blue ran up to them. She was dressed up just like Ivy except for the fact that everything she wore was baby blue and her choker had H. J. on it, plus her hair was in curls and it didn't have any streaks in it.

"Iviekins, are you ok?" aksed Baby Blue.

What's goin' on? Her mind projected to Ivy's.

"Yea, I'm fine," siad Ivy.

I'll tell you later, she projected back.

"Anybody wanna play pool."

- - -

1:02 PM

[The Wall, Mount Mafioso – Dangerwood, West Kyrie – Cetral RogueWorld]

"Ginny," he began. "I'm sorry that I hurt you back then, I-"

"Your sorry?!" she cried. "Not only did you break my heart, but you also humiliated me in front of my friends and most of the in crowd that you so love to hang with. And yet, all you can say to me is your fucking sorry?"

"What do you want me to say Gin?" he asked. "You want me to tell you that I purposefully got drunk on Jag Black and let Tamara tell me what to do? You want me to say I planned the whole thing."

"Well, didn't you?" she asked.

"Bullshit!" he screamed. "Ginny, I didn't know she was gonna take advantage of me. Hell, I didn't even know what I was drinking. Ginny I never meant to hurt you. I never have and I never will. I know I can never really take back what I did, but please, forgive me?"

Blue-grey eyes met brown, but she then turned toward the south wall where pictures of them hung. He watched her as she walked toward them, looking at each picture carefully.

"Do you love me?" she whispered. He almost didn't here her.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said," she began again, a bit louder this time. "Do you love me?"

"I-" a knock on the door stopped him. "Hold on."

He opened the door to find his butler looking down at him.

"Master Draco, your mother has sent me to inform you and Miss Weasley that the luncheon is about to begin." said the butler.

Draco looked at Ginny, who was still looking at the pictures on the wall, and then back to his butler.

"We'll be there in a minute," he sighed.

The butler then left and his attention was once again, undividedly, on Ginny.

"Can we talk about this later?" he asked her quietly.

"Ok then," she sighed as she made her way to the door.

Before she could reach the handle, he caught her arm and pulled her into his embrace. He rested his chin on her head as he spoke to her.

"You mean a lot to me Gin," he said as he held her with his left arm and ran his right hand through her hair. "Don't ever forget that."

He then kissed her forehead and let go of her.

"Now let's go to the luncheon, shall we?" he said as he held his arm out to her.

"Of course," she said as she took his arm.

- - -

1:27 PM

[Whitewall Castle, Mount Mafioso – Dangerwood, West Kyrie – Central RogueWorld]

Harry awoke in a room full of white. Everything was white, the windows, the doors, the sheet, the drawers, even the bed posts were white. He wondered where he was, something in his mind told him that he wasn't at his parents house anymore. He wondered if it was all a dream.

Then she walked in. She was the vixen who broke his nose. He couldn't really stop looking at the dress she was wearing, it looked way too good on her. He did notice the little boy in her arms though.

The little boy looked at him curiously. Harry saw that the little boy had green irises, but the rest of his eyes were black. He had a lightning scar that started out black just under his right eyebrow, then turned white on his actual eye and then black again where it stopped under his eyelid. The scar itself was about a tenthe of inch thick which was bigger than Harry's which was really just a scratch.

The little boy's hair was black tint blue and kind of curly. His skin was just plain brown, although it kind of looked like he was tanned with his eyes and hair the way they were. He wore a blue shirt, black overalls, and a pair of black and blue Phat Pharm shoes. Around his neck, he wore a platinum chain with an onyx D and P as its pendants. The end of the P looked like a lightning bolt. In his ear was an onyx and jade lightning bolt earring.

This kid has an obsession with lightning bolts, thought Harry. Either him or her.

"Hi," she said. "Remember me?"

"Yea," Harry nodded. "Your the one who broke my nose."

She laughed at him, then the little boy laughed too, and pretty soon he was laughing with them for some reason.

"Is he your little brother?" he asked her.

She shook her head. "No, this is my son, Dylan"

Her son, he thought. Wow, she's a bit young to have a son, but I think one of my younger sisters has kids. Messed up world, this is.

"Where'd he get that scar from?" he asked.

"His father," she replied.

Author's Note: Ha! I'm finished this chapter. It's Tuesday morning, but I'm finished. Now I'm going to answer a review, because it's the only review I can answer without give away the story.

Chaney: The lighter twin closed the vortex that lead to the Spirit Realm.