Hermione sat up by the fire waiting for everyone to go to sleep. She hadn't mentioned what she saw while she was in the vanishing cabinet. She didn't know how to tell them, and she didn't want to hurt Ron even more than she had that day. Ron and Ginny went up to bed first. Harry finished a game of Wizard chess with George, then George retired as Harry cleaned up the chess set, the task of the loser. Fred followed George, but whispered that he'd be back down as soon as George was asleep. He kissed her cheek. Hermione sat up in the chair and waited for the twins to close their door.

"Harry, can I talk to you?" she asked, her voice shook a bit.

"Sure. What is it?" He asked as he fought a rogue pawn into the bag.

"I want you to promise me something." She stood up and walked over to him. She put her hand on his arm. He looked up at her.

"What?"

"Please, don't ever go to the Malfoy Manor again. No matter what you hear, do not go there. You'll be in danger." she pleaded softly.

"What happened?"

"I'm not ready to talk about it. I have to see Dumbledore first, just promise me Harry. Okay?"

"I promise, Hermione." he replied. She hugged onto him tight.

She wanted to tell him everything. Harry had been one of the few people she could really trust to understand, but she wasn't ready to admit that there was a likely hood that Malfoy would be the one bringing an end to his life. She wasn't ready give up on Malfoy just yet. Revealing that information would certainly put him in danger, and it might make the situation worse. Hermione decided that when the time came, if Malfoy decided to go back to being a Death Eater, then she would tell everyone the whole story. Harry said goodnight to her then departed from the Common Room. A while later, Fred snuck down from his room.

"I've been waiting ever since we got back to get another look at that diary." he commented and sat down next to her on the couch. He moved in closer, as she pulled the book out from under her robes.

"You haven't told anyone about it have you?"

"Nope."

"Not even George?" she eyed him suspiciously.

"Well I might have mentioned something to him... but he's my twin Hermione. I couldn't keep anything from him if I tried, it's almost as if he's inside my head at times. He knew something was up." he admitted.

She looked at him. The memory of her being married to him was still fresh in her mind. She got goosebumps. They'd both loved her, but each had their perks and flaws. She didn't care about Malfoy's money, but she didn't want to become a slave to that shop either. Fred smiled at her. She smiled weakly back, the opened the diary. Maybe she would find something inside that would make her decision easier.

1st May 1996,

As my father suspected all along, Dumbledore had been building up his own army. And who did he leave in charge of it? Potter. That was his first mistake. I caught the git trying to escape and apparently Dumbledore admitted everything. The Ministry tried to arrest him, but he got away. One of the flaws of the Ministry, my father says. The same flaw that has benefited us a long time. They're too slow. Too slow to catch on to things or to take action. This has suited the Dark Lord well. He's already come up with a plan to get the weapon he craves. Umbridge has taken over as the new Headmaster, which gives up ample time to prepare. I've not been marked yet, but I've been given a task. Dobby, our old house elf works here at the school with the other house elves down in the kitchen. It's about time a pay him a visit and cash in on that favor he owes me. I shall speak to him soon. Until then, it's my duty to keep Potter and Co. away from discovering the plan. Apparently the Dark Lord has discovered a link between Potter and himself and he's to use it for his own benefits. I can't wait to see this all unfold.

"You still believe he's all great and undeserving of retribution now?" Fred remarked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well he obviously had something to do with luring you all to the Ministry. Technically that makes him an accomplice in Sirius death." Fred pointed out.

"We don't know that. He just said he had to talk to Dobby. Dobby wouldn't do anything against Harry, no matter what."

"Hermione, I'm shocked. You, the leader of spew-"

"S.P.E.W."

"Whatever it's called, you of all people should know that even though Harry may have saved his life... if he's in debt to his former owner in any way, that debt must be repaid. I'm betting he has something to do with this."

"It was Kreacher who tricked Harry, not Dobby." Hermione reminded him.

"Well then let's continue reading, I'm sure he'll explain." Fred remarked and turned the page.

15th June 1996,

Potter and Co. are literally out of control. Umbridge has no authority over them. While those two identical Weasleys created a scene and grabbed the whole school's attention, I was given enough time to sneak off to the kitchens. Dobby wasn't too thrilled to see me. I haven't seen the disgusting filth since he left our mansion three years back, and he knew exactly why I was there. It took him some reminding of the night I saved him from my father to get him to agree. He's to talk to Kreacher in the morning. Everything is unfolding brilliantly. Umbridge has been too busy lately trying to get rid of the swamp the twins left behind in their departure. How she became anything in the Ministry is beyond me. A simple vanishing charm we learned last year will do the trick. It seems as if even the staff here have turned against her, as they are all playing daft to any solution to the swamp problem. That should keep her busy long enough to give Potter an excuse to sneak into her office in order to talk to that escaped convict, or so he thinks. It's all coming together exactly as the Dark Lord wishes. In a matter of time, he'll have his weapon and Potter will be gone. It's only a matter of time.

"Point proven." Fred smirked. He dropped his smile though, when Hermione glared at him.

"Your little plan gave him the perfect opportunity, don't look so smug." she replied, coolly.

28th July 1996,

I have been marked. My father returned from Azkaban last week. He's not the same. I can't even begin to speculate what it was like for him. My agenda against Potter has taken a different direction. I will see to it that he pays, no matter how it's done. I'll see to that myself. I am to be given my first assignment before the end of the summer. The little that my father does speak to me, he tells me how important it is to the family and the Dark Lord that I do not mess up. I may not agree with everything he and Voldemort are planning against, but I feel maybe I could use them as a way to get back at Potter. I may be beginning to understand what the Dark Lord has against Potter after all. Anything I can do to help bring him down, I will gladly abide by. I saw him in Surrey yesterday. He was with his aunt and some other boy. They can't stand him. At least there's comfort in knowing that he's miserable. I did warn him to watch his back. He took the bait and our conversation seemed to peak the interest of his aunt, who was apparently unaware of the murders that had occurred. Makes me wonder how much his family does know of him. Muggle pieces of filth. She had this air about her that could only come from Potter's family, Muggle or witch. I assume they won't attend his funeral when I'm done with him. Pity. I would've liked to dispose of them as well.

"What a charming little boy." commented Fred.

"He's just mad because his father was in Azkaban. Think about it, if the same thing had happened to your father, wouldn't you want revenge?"

"Well my father was almost killed because of his 'Great Lord', but you don't see me trying to- okay, point taken. Shall we continue then?" he shifted in his seat.

15th August 1996,

A letter arrived today, stating that I would need a tutor for some of my lessons. My father's doing, no doubt. I was called to the Dark Lord last Tuesday. He wants me to spy on Potter's gang and find out anything I can about Dumbledore's plans and who is involved with his secret Order. I've been assigned to tutor with Granger. Also of my father's doing, I presume. He hit me when I protested. He said I would do as I was told or be disowned by the family. Now, I hate Potter as much as any one else, but asking me to spend quality time with the most stuck up, self absorbed mudblood of the entire school is asking too much. He told me I will get information out of her by any means necessary. Why does fate keep pairing me up with the most intolerable of all the female species? If he expects me to pursue Granger in any matter aside from professionally, he's got another thing coming. I pride myself in being able to get myself out of tricky situations and con those that need to be conned, but one has to admit that pretending to fancy Granger is a task not even the most talented of actors could do. I can't size her up to anything remotely attractive. She doesn't care about her looks, and never tries. She's also not naive enough to think that I would even take slight interest in her. She is smart. She'll figure it out within an hour. Honestly, anyone would be able to see through it. No one in their right mind would be able to look at her in that light, except perhaps the Weasel who basically drools every time he's within half an inch of her. I'll see how things go the first night of tutoring. No doubt it will go exactly as I believe it will, and I'll just have to tell my father to find another way to get information or get someone else to do it.

"He's so in denial, it's really a crack up." Fred laughed.

"Denial? How so?"

"His taking to you is saturated in all of the words written in that entry, Hermione. 'Oh I can't stand her please don't make me, but she is smart and won't fall for it, but I really don't want to do this, but I guess I'll give it a shot.' Hermione, if he really despised you as much as he pretended, he would've found his way out of being tutored by you. If I remember correctly, that note said he had the option of choosing another tutor. He didn't, did he? He was curious. He may not quite be admitting it to himself, but subconsciously he's intrigued." explained Fred.

"You're making a bigger deal out of this." she huffed.

"You have to read between the lines. I realized that from his earlier entries. To get the full idea of what he's talking about in any of these entries, you have to read what he didn't write. Just what he hinted at. He doesn't hate Harry, he's immensely jealous of him. He wishes he was Harry Potter. He wishes he had friends like you and Ron. He didn't want to marry Pansy because she's not a pureblood, he didn't want to marry her because he didn't want a wife like her, like any of the Slytherin girls. I think there was a very good reason he was sorted into Gryffindor while we were in nineteen forty-two. His subconscious mind had hope for something better."

6th September 1996,

I didn't mean to make her cry. I'm not even quite sure what I said that set her off, but after not even fifteen minutes she stormed out of the classroom. It might have been the remark about Potter that I made. This task is even more difficult than I imagined it to be. I won't be able to trick her into trusting me. I wrote a letter to my father, telling him that I've declined the task. He got back to me and told me that I will continue on with the task, and that I am also to be the one to rid of Dumbledore. What does he expect me to do? Just waltz into the Headmasters office and hit him with the killing curse. If Hermione won't fall for it, why would Dumbledore? I have a feeling that Azkaban did far more to my father than he leads on. He's barely an image of who he used to be. It's as if he has two personalities fighting over control of him. My doubts about his plans have resurfaced. At the rate he's been going, it's only a matter of time before he is caught again. I don't want to have any part of this, if it'll be a life sentence in Azkaban for me as well. I'll have to find a way around this. I could possibly lie to him at tell him false information. It'll at least buy me time until I can find another way into Granger's brain.

"This is good. We can use this." Hermione commented. She jumped up off the couch and handed the diary to Fred. She grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment and began writing down information.

"What exactly can we use?"

"This proves Lucius was behind this. It can be used against him when he's caught again, to make sure he doesn't escape the ministry. It also shows that he's not in his right mind. He's dangerous. I mean, I could've told anyone that. I experienced him first hand in March... but this is written proof that even his own son was noticing the changes and was afraid of him." she told him.

"What happened while you were with Lucius?" Fred moved closer to her.

"I...I don't really want to talk about it." she looked away and back down at the parchment. Her writing had been shaky. She was tense.

"You have to talk about it eventually, Mione. I mean, you really out to get this guy."

"He raped me. He said things to me that I..."

"What sort of things?"

"He said things about Draco. How it was all my fault that he lost his son. He said that if I had such a taking with the Malfoy family, there wasn't any reason I should struggle against him. He said told me the only reason Draco slept with me was to find out information about the order and how he didn't really love me or want to be with me. It was all a part of the plan and he was going to punish me for trying to get in the way. He said he had every right to do what he wanted to me, since I belonged to his son. It was as Draco wrote in this entry. It was as if he was two people. Part of him was hurt that his son betrayed him. The other half was sure that Draco was just doing what he was supposed to do, and I was nothing but a toy to him. After he raped me, he had McNaire get rid of the baby."

"Theâ€the baby?" Fred moved away slightly.

"I was pregnant. It was Draco's. Lucius said there was no way a child who wasn't pureblood would be born under the Malfoy name. He was planning on killing me once he was done having his fun with me. You all got there just in time, I guess." she replied quietly.

"Geez, Hermione. I'm sorry." he put his arms around her. She kept herself from crying. She didn't want to think about it. She picked up the journal again and scanned through it.

"That's enough for a night, don't you think?" she asked.

"No, we're getting somewhere and it's still early. Let's continue." he replied.

"I really don't think you should be reading this."

"Why? What is it?"

"Nothing, I just don't think you should be reading anymore. I mean, it's about to get into stuff with my relationship with him, and it might not be best if you read it." she explained. He grabbed the journal out of her hands.

"Fred! Give it back."

"I will, when I'm done." he stood up and went over a corner of the Common Room.

2nd October 1996,

I don't know what's going on. So many things are happening at once. My father had me held captive with Granger for a week in Azkaban. This has become the new meeting place for the Dark Lord and his followers. He says that I am too slow and have been showing my weakness. It had been him that forced me to kiss Granger. He's been using the Imperius curse on me. I don't know why I didn't plan on that. It was the one thing he refused to teach me, while preparing me for the Dark Lord. He knew he could use it against me if he needed to. He doesn't trust me. He wanted me to rape Granger, and I couldn't do it. One minute I'm in an argument with Weasel and Potter, next thing I know I'm in a cell with Granger. Talk about going from bad to worse. We were taken to Voldemort. He asked me questions, and looked at Granger peculiarly, but overall acted as if she wasn't even there. He told me I had once last chance to prove myself worthy enough for his army, and we were sent back. I think my father took over again, because when I regained control over my own mind, I was on top of her and we were in a very intimate position. I didn't stop. I don't know why. Maybe it was because it was forbidden. Here I was having intercourse with Hermione Granger, the prude of Gryffindor. Maybe I just wanted to get laid. She didn't try to fight me off, so I don't believe it was rape. It wasn't like anything I had experienced before. It was so different than those times I'd been with Pansy. I can't even explain it. She still wouldn't tell me who was in the Order, but at that point the only thing going through my mind was the fact that I'd taken Granger's virginity. One small victory. I also think it threw my father off guard. I don't think he would've expected her to give herself to me so freely. We did it several more times before we were rescued. I haven't seen her since we've returned. I still can't stand her. She annoyed me beyond anything that week we were there. All of her questions and comments, but at the same time it was nice to have a conversation with another human being. She's not afraid of me like I thought she was. I think I may finally be getting under her skin. I don't know whether or not I should continue on with the task though. I spoke with Dumbledore the night before we were kidnapped. I told him about my father's plan. I don't know what brought me to do it. Dumbledore is smarter than Voldemort. He's the one person the Dark Lord fears. It was only a matter of time before he figured out I was involved and pinned things on me. I don't know how much time I have left before he finds out I'm no longer working with him, but against him. I'm confused about Granger. I really don't know what to think. We begin Occlumency lessons tomorrow with Professor Snape. I need to learn to block my father out, especially now that I've decided to work with the Order instead of against them. She tells me that Potter went through the lessons himself, but failed miserably. Another useful piece of information.

Fred closed the book and sat back down, this time across from Hermione in a chair. She looked up at him, annoyed that he had read on when she advised him not to.

"So Malfoy took your virginity?"

"What, you didn't think it was you and George, did you?" she scoffed.

"Well†no. Actually we thought it might have been Viktor or on some weird circumstances Ron or Harry. You're around them so often and you certainly knew what you were doing that night." he blushed.

"Listen, Ron and Harry are improbable. Harry has too much to worry about to think about sex. He hasn't had a girlfriend since Cho Chang, and we all know how that went. And Ron? He couldn't even come up with the courage to ask me out, let alone ask me to sleep with him. Besides, they're both like brothers to me. We're too close. As for Krum, he was too nervous around me. He could barely kiss me without getting nervous. That's when we decided it'd be better off to just be friends."

"I thought you were seeing him when he was... well you know."

"I only said that to get Draco off my back."

"Wow, so everything you learned was from the impeccable Draco Malfoy." he leaned back and thought on this.

"Fred, just drop it, okay? This is why I didn't want you reading this. I knew you'd say something."

"It's dropped." he smiled.

6th November 1996,

Pansy knows I've been in a sexual relationship with Granger. I want to know what gave Granger any right to come to my room in the first place. She can't think that we're in any sort of real relationship. She walked in on us and after she left Pansy threw a fit. She threatened to tell my parents everything. My only worry is which of my father's personalities will find out first. I told Pansy our engagement was off. She left me the perfect opportunity to do so. I've never been more relieved, but something still bothers me. I didn't want Granger to know about Pansy, and vice versa. I don't even know why. She's been fighting with Potter and Weasley. It's about all she can talk about during tutoring sessions, and it's getting annoying. Normally I would revel in the fact that the Golden Trio isn't getting along and that Potter's forced to enjoy the company of the psycho Ravenclaw, Loony Luna. I think though, that it would be best if they'd just make up. I'm tired of hearing it. Although, I suppose now it'll be impossible to get Granger to talk about anything at all. I wonder if she'll even show up for our session tonight. I know Potter's behind this. I can't prove it, but I know it was him. He's been having odd dreams about me and following me around. I have to figure out a way to make it up to Granger, I don't even know why I want to, but I know I have to.

"Fred."

"Stop it. I wasn't going to say anything."

28th December 1996,

Christmas holidays with the people I can stomach the least. What festive joy. I'm in the meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix. I've been keeping tabs on who's a member. I have lots of information that the Dark Lord would kill over. I hope it never comes down to that. Either way, the secret is safe as long as they don't betray me. Harry's taken it as his obligation to keep an eye on every action I make. Even went as far as to spying on me and Hermione when we were trying to find a moment alone together. I don't know what it is about this girl, but the confusing is driving me mad. I can't stand her. I can't even be in her presence for more than an hour before I just can't tolerate her. When we fight though, it's not just fighting, there's passion in every word spoken. I've never had such arguments with another person before. I know I annoy her equally, but why does she still insist on being around me? It's something neither of us can control. No sooner than we start arguing, we're all over each other. I've never met a girl like her. She's in danger though if she stays with me. I don't know how to tell her that. My father is out for her. He knows about us. He knows it's not just rebellion, although I'm not quite sure that it isn't. I don't want to deny myself the pleasure of her though by telling her to stay away from me. I wonder what things are going to be like when we get back to Hogwarts. I'm sure it'll be a known fact that I did not spend it at the mansion. Pansy will have mentioned it to all of Slytherin before we even board the train. Why is she worth this? Why am I doing this to myself? For my enemy. Potter got a pensieve for Christmas from Dumbledore. I don't see any of the other students getting gifts from the headmaster. There must be a law somewhere about favouritism. I got a look into Potter's mind. I witnessed the death of Diggory. My father was there. He was a part of it. This doesn't surprise me, but it's surreal watching a classmate's death with your own father at the scene. I don't really know what else to say about that, it was like watching a movie rather than an actual event. It really digs in my decision to betray Voldemort. I can't stand most of the people at Hogwarts, but I don't think I have it in me to randomly kill them. I'd have to have motive.

"Aw look he-"

"Fred!"

"You know, you are the worst reading partner...ever!" he complained.

"I just don't want to hear it okay?" she snapped back.

"Well you're going to hear it, okay?"

"That's enough for the night. You're not reading any more."

"Your not my mum, and I'm not a child." he snatched the book out of her hand.

"You're not an adult either!" she said it before she had time to take it back.

He moved farther away from her. She reached for it, but he lunged out of the way and headed towards the staircase to the boy's dormitories.

"Fred, look I'm sorry. Would you please just give that back?" she pleaded.

"You can have it back when I'm finished with it. If I'm still a child to you, then you are far too young to be reading material like this." he said with an air of irritability in his voice.

"I didn't mean it like that. It's just you and George aren't normal. Wait! I didn't mean it like that either! You two just-"

"Save it, Hermione." he replied as he closed the door to his and George's room. She let out a sigh of frustration and went up to her dormitory.

Fred closed the door quietly and whispered a locking charm along with several others around the door. He knew perfectly well that Hermione could storm up at any time and steal the diary back. Who did she think she was any way? She was two years younger than him, and even though she'd always acted mature for her age, she had no right to call him on his immaturity. He looked over at George who was asleep, then sighed and crawled into his own bed. He pulled the draperies around the bed.

"Lumos." he whispered. The end of his wand lit up and he opened up the journal to continue reading.

28th January 1997,

Pansy is dead. I killed her. She was trying to kill me after being overtaken by jealous rage against my relationship with Hermione. Although, I'm not so sure that she wasn't being controlled by my father or perhaps Voldemort. Vincent Crabbe is dead as well. Pansy killed him before Potter and I got to him and Goyle. I've never seen death up close before. It's nothing like my father says it is. How he can revel in enjoyment of removing life from a being, I can't quite comprehend. We went down into Salazar Slytherin's secret chamber. I've never seen anything like it before. Aside from the rotting Basilisk that Potter evidentially killed several years ago, the sight is breath taking. Never has a room been more devoted to serpents. The carved snakes were beautiful and showed power. Any time outside of classes has been near unbearable. The entire Slytherin house has turned against me. They all blame me for Pansy and Crabbe's death. Which is unfair. They should consider Pansy's absence more of a blessing in my opinion. I don't bother eating in the Great Hall anymore. The only reason I can even put up with classes is because each of the teacher has put strict rules on the students that they are not supposed to bother neither Potter or myself. I never thought I'd be on the same side as Potter. I never once believed that I would have anything to say to him that didn't come with sarcasm, but these days the Golden trio have been the only ones not attacking me, which is rather ironic. Hermione's visited me once. She tells me that Gryffindor has turned against them as well, believing that they're working for Voldemort. It's interesting to watch the science and psychology of the spread of social disease that one rumor can trigger. I've been working with Dumbledore to figure out exactly what Voldemort's plans for the fifteenth are. We already know that he planned on poisoning Potter through Pansy, but with her gone he's trying to find another way. I've been eavesdropping into conversations I over hear from other Slytherins. It hasn't done much good though, once they realize I'm within earshot they move or stop talking all together. I think I've become useless to either side at this point. It's rather frustrating.

Fred reread through the entry carefully. He hadn't been aware of anything that had happened previous to him and George meeting the group of students in Manchester. They'd been working in their shop when they got a letter from Ron explaining everything that was to happen. Ron had been worried that they weren't prepared and asked for help. Fred hadn't known anything about the deaths that had taken place prior to the kidnapping, nor that Harry and Malfoy had started teaming up together. He was beginning to see a side of Malfoy that he didn't think existed.

17th March 1997,

Hermione's been kidnapped by my father. I had a feeling he would target her separately. I tried to warn her not to go into Hogsmeade, but she refused to listen. She's been mad at both Weasley and Potter and has decided to take it out on me. Her temper is unbearable, yet attractive. Potter called me to the Room of Requirement last night. He introduced me to what he calls "Dumbledore's Army". We made a deal that he would let Slytherin win the next Quidditch game, and I showed them how to fight against Death Eaters. They're a rather useless bunch. There were only eight of them. He wants us to sneak out tomorrow to go and try and rescue those who've been kidnapped. I doubt we'll get there in time. I presume they're all dead as we speak. I agreed to go with them though, if not just to witness their foolish death, then to seek revenge on my father. He took Hermione only to hurt me. He only cares about himself and his prehistorical morals. I've also found out how much he's been lying to me over my lifetime. Trying to buy my loyalty, selling me off like livestock to another family for good breeding, then expecting me to worship the ground that he walks on. If there is a chance I can save Hermione, then I'm willing to take it. I feel things for her that just don't make sense. When we're together, she's not a mudblood anymore. She's just Hermione. She's not a Gryffindor. She's just Hermione. If he's done anything to her, I'll kill him.

Fred felt a twinge of jealously. She'd had a relationship with Malfoy that she'd never be able to have with him. He was her first, and even though they'd been enemies for five years, which seemed to only burn the passion hotter. Malfoy had truly begun to care for her. He loved her and from what Fred could tell, he still did. What had gone wrong? Why were they back to hating each other?

3rd May 1997,

So it's over. Hermione Granger is a coldhearted mud blooded bitch. She's exactly how I saw her as from the very beginning of school. Why had I allowed myself to fall for her. I went into the "relationship" with the plan to trick her, but she got the upper hand. I admitted my feelings for her, she slept with me, then she told me the relationship wasn't going to work out. She's been hanging around boys too much. That's not how it's supposed to go. I'm supposed to be the one breaking her heart. My father told me she'd been pregnant. I didn't believe it, but from the way she'd been acting, I have to. She's not anymore. I don't know what happened. She wouldn't tell me and avoided the conversation all together. I want to know what happened while she was held captive. What made her change? She loves me too, I know she does. What is she playing at? She says that I can't feel love, that I can't understand it. I risked my life for her. I turned against my family for her. I put up with Potter for her. If that's not love, I don't know what is, considering our history. She thinks I will turn her into some sort of trophy wife. Who even said anything about marriage? I don't want to marry her, least not right now. I just want to be with her. I miss our conversations. I miss staring at her when we had nothing to say. I miss just laying with her. What the hell happened? I will never let a girl get the better of me again. It's too late to go back and repent to the Dark Lord. I don't know what's going to happen over the summer, I can't go home. I suppose I will be staying at Hogwarts.

Fred knew of course. It had to do with what she'd just told him. She hadn't informed Malfoy. Did he know yet? Did she still love him? She wouldn't have gotten into a relationship with him if she still loved Malfoy right? She did act weird around him, but Fred played it off as just the tension between two former partners. He and Angelina were the same way every time they crossed paths. Was she just using him for security against Malfoy?

8th August 1997,

After staying at the meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix for a month, Dumbledore sent me to stay with Potter. This had to be a sick joke of his, knowing how much Potter and I hate each other, and only tolerate each other for our own benefits. Of course, Golden Boy found a way to get us thrown out of the house, and we were forced to use magic against the pathetic muggles. The Ministry of Magic wanted to take me in for my father's crimes. They're just waiting for a moment where they can prove I'm working for Voldemort. I tried speaking to Hermione when she arrived back from Bulgaria. I have to talk with her about something, but she thinks that I'm just trying to get back together with her. She won't listen. I got a letter from my father a week ago. In it, he stated that I must return home. There are things he needed to tell me and that if I didn't come on my own accord then he would force me. He knew where I was. Grimmauld was attacked the night after I left. He was looking for me I know it. This is just his feeble attempt to get back at me for knocking up Granger. Her boyfriend Krum was killed when we were attacked at the Leaky Cauldron. We're now staying at Hogwarts. Granger and the Weasley twins have gone back in time to stop some prophecy from being told, and now I'm stuck with Potter and Weaselby doing research on some dead bloke who Voldemort is trying to resurrect. The only thing making this stay tolerable is the lovely Fleur. She seems to have taken a fancy to me, as I to her. I'm not quite sure if I trust her just yet though.

Fred turned the page. There was only one entry left. It was dated two days earlier. It must've been what he was writing the before Hermione knicked it from the table. He sighed and began reading it.

26th August 1997,

I received another letter from my father. I have to go back. This time he's just not stating it, I know it's true. I found out Hermione was in trouble and went back in time to warn her. Don't ask me what pushed me to do it, but I did. She still won't really speak with me. I was able to get her alone one night though and she explained to me that my father raped her and aborted the pregnancy against her will. I really wish she would've told me this earlier. I understand a little more now why she felt obligated to end the relationship. I tried to talk her into giving it one more chance, but she refuses. She's interested in someone else I can tell, I just can't figure out who it is. I heard the prophecy. It's about me. It took me a little while to work it all out, but I'm Voldemort's key to defeating Potter. I have to go back. I was hoping Hermione would give me a reason to stay, but she won't speak to me. I guess that's my decision then. I have to go back, it's my destiny. I'm not looking forward to my father's retribution. I've considered running away and just not coming back. I can't stay at Hogwarts, Dumbledore knows now. At least if Hermione was on my side, then I could convince them that I wasn't going to help Voldemort. I already know I won't be accepted back in Slytherin, even if I'm now Head Boy. The ministry is out for me for stealing the Time Turner. This was the opportunity they were waiting for. So that's it then. I'll try one more attempt at explaining things to Hermione. If she still won't listen, then I'll say goodbye to Fleur and leave tonight.

Fred closed the diary. He had to go talk to Hermione. She could prevent this. He jumped out of the bed and snuck his way down to a secret passage way only he, George, and Lee Jordan knew about. A passage that led into the girl's dormitory. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to have to give up Hermione, but if her being with Malfoy was the only way to save Harry, then it had to be done. He had to convince her to go back to Malfoy, even if she didn't love him anymore.