Thanks goes out to Gopher2806, dracosbabe41, and Nitengale for reading it! Thank you so so much! Thank you all for the comments. I'm so happy it went over so well! Well here's the second chapter. Thanks again Oh yeah and to key you in this is set in Chicago about 5 years after Hogwarts... sorry bout not saying this before it escaped my mind. Things tend to do that... And now on to the chapter!

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Hogwarts? It can't be! There is no way that she went to Hogwarts!

Draco picked up the open letter. He heard a door creak and decided to head out. He dropped the letter and walked out to the front door. "Goodbye Heather, hope to see you soon..." He whispered before closing off the door to the bright outside. Draco started down the street towards the tall shadows of the large city.

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Hermione woke.

Something seems...different.

She looked around her room. Everything in place. She sat up groggily in bed. She threw a robe over her pajamas and headed for the door. Rubbing her eyes she began to open the door. Her front door shut. Then it flooded over her, a wave of memories. She opened the door. "David?" Her voice cracked. "God, I hate mornings." She mumbled. She walked toward the guest room. "Hey David, you in there?" She cracked the door and glanced inside. She flung the door open. "David where did...ugh." She slumped on the bed. "Why did you leave. You're gonna kill yourself." She groaned.

I need to make sure he's okay.

She was lying to herself. She didn't just want to see him again to make sure he's okay. There was something about him... Something good, familiar, like nothing had been for so long. Like nothing had been since the separation.

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She fell back and stared at the ceiling. The white plaster changing to the bright June day. The sun stared down from strait above. She had passed the N.E.W.T.s with flying colors and had the last three days of school to relax, and make plans for the summer with her friends. She sat up and laughed. Not for any particular reason. The sound just escaped. She was about to GRADUATE. This is the year she had been striving for those many, many hours, even days, in the library. It all paid off. ALL Os. She grinned thinking of the business opportunities that lie ahead. She could work for the Ministry, or the Daily Prophet. She looked over at Ron who was joking with Harry. The best part? Malfoy hadn't bothered them almost all week. McGonagall came striding towards them.

"I wonder what she wants," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger! Could you please come with me." It wasn't a question and her sternness frightened Hermione. They haven't broken any rules...lately and there was nothing to be framed for, nobody was stupid enough to pull something on the last three days. The three stood awkwardly.

"Coming..." By the sound of it Harry was confused as well, eliminating the possible risk of a late night wandering of the castle. They walked toward the impatient McGonagall. "Are we in trouble?"

"Is there something you should be in trouble about?" McGonagall wasn't her usual self. Or at least not the end-of-school-no-more-classes McGonagall.

"Not that I know of," Hermione cut in. They continued to follow her in silence, until they reached the gargoyle.

"Pepperpops" The gargoyle jumped aside letting a thin-lipped professor, and three very confused students inside. They ascended the moving stairwell and entered Dumbledore's office.

Nothing was odd about the office, except Dumbledore. He sat. It was obvious that they weren't in there celebrating the victory of the Dark War. Something else was afoot. Out of seven years none of the three had ever seen him frown. But plastered on his face, very distinctly was one of these rare expressions.

"Ahh...Harry, Hermione, Ron. It's good McGonagall could find you. Something very urgent has come up." Dumbledore paused, one of his many I-want-you-to- mull-over-what-I-just-said-to-you pauses. An awkward one at that. "We have reason to believe that the Death Eaters are manifesting a new dark lord. We don't know who they have decided to mutate yet. And until we know something about this, we need you three to stay away from the magical world. We will give you your new identities tonight."

"We can't visit each other?" Hermione was deeply saddened. Her future was fully relying on the magical world. She couldn't live without it.

"No. Not until it is completely safe. We want you all safe. Especially since you are close friends to Harry. We will work to find this soon...until then I don't want you three to have any contact with the magical world, except from me. I will owl you when we have sufficient information pertaining to this new master of dark arts. Now please, go back to frolicking in the joy that is the end of the year."

The next two days had passed like a blur. A series of tears, pain, and sadness. The train ride that drew near was all three's fear. The other students mostly didn't know. That is until the last day, when Hermione made the fatal mistake of telling Lavender and Parvati. The entire train ride that followed was a stream of students that wanted to know if the infamous Harry Potter was REALLY leaving the wizarding world. Few cared about the other two and most of the trip was uneventful. They didn't even have two hours before they'd be split up, unable to communicate with each other for who knows how long.

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The room dissolved back into her daydream. She stood, rubbing her cheek. She began to make the bed absentmindedly. Why was she crying? She had already gotten over this ordeal. Or at least she thought she had.

She threw the pillow at the headboard. And now that she felt an unusual connection to somebody, and he goes and runs away after her help! She pulled the sheets up, shook them out, not noticing the envelope that fell to the ground. She started out of the room, stopping when her foot hit something that was not wooden flooring. She picked the letter up from the ground. She scanned it over. In bold lettering 'Heather Gaines' was printed. She unsealed it. She gasped, reading over the note several times. She dashed out of the room, leaving the note on the pile of blankets.

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He was almost home. He still didn't feel right about leaving. Of course he hadn't known her long. But he felt a strange connection.

No, he thought, I only feel this way because she's a witch...and she went to my school. But who is she? There was no Heather at school.

He pushed his way past the large oak door. "Hey mom." He threw his cloak on the floor by the door. The clicking of heels followed.

"Dah-ling!" A middle-aged woman trotted into the room. Her blinding blond hair streaming behind her. She was holding up well for her age, which may be due to plastic surgeries. She threw her arms elaborately out. "Dah- ling, where have you been!?!" She pushed the man back to examine him. "What happened to that shirt? It was Ralph Lauren!"

"Mom! Look, it's nothing, okay?" He trotted upstairs.

Well, that went well, or as well as any encounter with my mother can be.

He flopped on his bed. Who was she?!? He wanted to figure it out before he saw her again in about 2 days, if she accepted his invitation.

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So yeah, that's it. Sorry for the bad ending, and beginning, and middle...So stay tuned. And THANKS THANKS THANKS FOR YOUR REVIEWS!!! Oh yea, and PLEASE review!