Disclaimer: I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby, but I don't own Harry Potter

Tru Lys: haha me make it totally disgusting. If you knew me you would realize how hilarious that is. I am incapable of making it disgusting. My rabbits have a better love life than me (well maybe not anymore now that Norton is neutered but you get the idea.) Anyway I promise, no disgustingness.

turtledove: a lot happened at the end but I sort of cut it off to avoid disgustingness(see above). They are in there for almost a year with nothing to do except stare at the walls and...well think about it.

thymephleyes: is your name in reference to rent? I love rent, as you will see in the next chapter. And I totally had the disclaimer written before your review, but great minds think alike

AmphredLala: don't worry it does!

Gwendolyn James: really really soon I promise! Can you make it through one more? (you might want to skip to the next one if you can't)

Hermyandron4evr: I just had an entire discussion w/my friend Aaron over why Harry and Hermione can't end up together (in the real books). Ron will return soon

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Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.

-REM

"Hermione!" Harry screamed at her. She looked so peaceful lying in bed, holding onto her pillow. He hated to be the one to change all of that but Leasle and Shawn had flown off to the Ministry to make actual preparations in the frenzy that erupted that morning. "Hermione you need to get the bloody hell up right now!" His words sounded strange to him, he hardly ever spoke like that, especially not to her. For a year he had been waking her up; kissing the back of her neck or tickling the bottom of her feet, but there wasn't time for that now. Finally, she stirred.

"What?"

"We need to leave, now."

"You know we can't leave, not until..." he nodded urgently; she had to understand as soon as possible, time was running out.

She shot out of bed, her hand clutched around a section of bushy hair. "I...we...it...can't..."
This was so different from the Hermione that Harry knew. She was the one that was always in control, always knew what to say and how to say it, and now she couldn't even manage a sentence. He would have to take care of her. Even with everything that was happening at that moment, he liked that idea. "Listen to me," he put his hands on her shoulders, "we need to go, it's going to be okay but time is not on our side." He took her hand and they charged down the stairs, Hermione still in a state of shock. It seemed as though there were so many less stairs now than when they had arrived, most likely because he knew what awaited him at the bottom. True he was often restless but he was with Hermione and he was safe. Now the pressure was back on him, at the bottom of the stairs he became alone and in danger. As his foot found its way to the sidewalk outside of the building, he felt as though he had died already. He took a trembling Hermione into his arms.

"When will I...I mean where...how will we..."

"Don't worry, when it's over, I'll find you." If he doesn't kill me first Harry added silently. He spotted the Ministry men across the street. "Good-" he couldn't say it, he just turned away and jogged across the street.

Hermione slinked down against the brick wall. Why did this seem so familiar to her? Someone else...against a wall...and she was walking away. She could not recall anymore but this memory awakened something inside her. She lifted herself up and began walking, where she didn't know. The streets must have been full of chaos but she did not notice. She realized that suddenly, she knew so little. A cold, unpleasant sensation on her shoulder awakened her from her blank trance. It was white and gooey with...oh great. Not only was the world falling apart, but the world was falling apart as she was covered in owl shit (a/n: which is actually mostly uric acid and might not qualify as shit but I don't really care). She looked around for the culprit but instead, found a man with a smirk on his face, though his eyes looked hollow and deadened.

"Shane," she said; it had sounded enthusiastic when she thought it, but she knew it came out rather flat. "Sorry, I am happy to see you though." Happy. She found herself thinking that it would be a long time before any wizard truly believed in that word.

"Well in all the..." he couldn't find the right word; panic would be true but harsh, excitement was far from the truth. "...we forgot that we would need to be getting you back to Britain."

"It's..." Okay. The word she wanted was "okay," and she was frustrated, not having said a complete sentence all day. She couldn't say it though. Because this is the furthest from okay I've ever been she thought.

Hermione found herself in front of the Ministry building. She wrinkled her face and massaged her temples; feeling disoriented and knowing it had nothing to do with the flying. Shane apparated inside the building before Hermione could turn around and thank him. I probably wouldn't have been able to anyway she thought, noting her less than perfect speaking record for the day. She walked aimlessly for miles still oblivious to the pandemonium around her. At some point she stumbled upon the underground and instinctively got on the train that would bring her home, if such a home was still in existence. Living in a bubble had its advantages. Now the thoughts that were restrained all year came rushing in as though someone opened the floodgates. Her parents, her home, her friends, what was left? She reached her house still lost in her thoughts and went through a white door that hadn't been locked in ages. The house seemed in perfect order aside from the fact that it was completely empty. Hermione collapsed onto the light blue couch and watched it darken as her tears splashed against the smooth surface. Her tears only met an end when she fell into a salty slumber.

Hermione had a strong urge to curse the inventor of the doorbell as it woke her. Regaining consciousness brought back problems that she wasn't yet ready to face. Ignoring it was not an option however, as she was sure it had rang at least twenty times and there was nothing to indicate that it would stop any time soon. Hermione approached the door cautiously maintaining a firm grip on her wand- just in case. She threw the door open and then squeezed her eyes shut, sure that she was seeing things. When she opened them however, he was still there. "Holy f-"the words escaped her mouth before she could censor herself like she usually did.

When everything feels all over
Everybody seems unkind
I'll give you a four-leaf clover
Take all worry out of your mind

Let my love open your door (X3)
To your heart
Let my love open the door
To your heart
Let my love open the door

I Have the only key to your heart
I can stop you from fallin' apart
Tried to say in my own way
Come on give me the chance to say

Let my love x2
Let my love open the door x4

When tragedy befalls you
Don't let it tie you down
Love can cure your problems
You're so lucky I'm around

Pearl Jam

The entire purpose of this chapter was to get rid of Harry, which happened, so now chapter 5 can be a lot of fun, which will be posted soon since MY AP EURO TEST IS OVER! Had to get that out of my system.