AN:As you can tell i am just replaceing this chapter, last time part of my thank yous got cut of.

AN: I'm sorry for the long wait, but I have been busy, and I had a little writers' bock. Teachers are pilling on the homework, tests everyday, concerts with friends, (Hawthrone Heights, and Sugarcult) the random job here and there, and the fact that I need $600 in 2 weeks to go to Washington! This is not much of a chapter, but it's all I got. (The Used) The song is Scares by Papa Roach. (I meet them! They are HOTTTT)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; otherwise I would have not let the 3rd book be destroyed.

Important! Tell me who you want Harry to end up with Jasmine or Hermione? I have a rough out line for both.

Why are you still reading this, ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 3

Harry sat across from me in the waiting room, staring at Hermione's door in which that old strange man had gone into a few minuets ago. I can't help but wonder what was going through his mind. On his face I can clearly read the worry and confusion sparkling in his vibrant green eyes, but there was also an inner conflict that I can't understand. Before I could think more about it the old man came from the room with an amused twinkle in his eyes, which I think is completely insolent for our situation. Harry leapt from his seat and started talking to the stranger as if they were good friends; from parts of the conversation I gathered that his name was Professor Dumbledoor.

"Okay will one of you tell me how my friend is so that I don't worry myself to death," I stated getting tiered of being left out of the conversation between the two males. The Professor jumped in his seat when my silence broke. I raised an eyebrow waiting for one of them to answer, but they didn't. "So I guess I will have to find out my self then." I said making my way to her door, and slipping in before I could be stopped. Turning around I saw Hermione looking strait back at me. "Your awake! Wow you look like the thing that shit landed on!"

"Ya, I guess, do they know?" she said.

"Wait, wait, hold on. That was a majorly confusing sentence. Plus you don't need to worry about it okay, it is my secret, not yours," I steered her away from the topic.

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed 'cause you came around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause I channeled all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is...

My father left me alone for his revenge, without a family to care, or a hope in the world at the age of 3. Just because he had been like a father to Harry made me hate him more. I was the trouble child all the families rejected, for my behavior problems. The girl in the hall that all ways looked like she had the world weighing on her shoulders, and no friends to help. Of course now that I look at Hermione's father I am glad I don't have a father, maybe I am better off without him.

(Hermione's POV)

Looking at my friend I saw a storm of emotion wash over her face, just to be replaced by a stony expression. She had closed me out, like she did to everyone she meet. Jasmine and I knew each other; we had been friends since pre-school and had helped the other through some rough times, but this time the scars ran deeper than usual. Jasmine was one of those people that takes other peoples problems and makes them her own, causing her more pain.

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

Some times I wish that she would just lay back and let her scares heal, before she tried to save the world again.

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

The door opened and Harry rushed in the door and over to me, non-sense flying out his mouth the whole way. His hysterics made me forget what had happened to me for just a second, and I was carefree again. For a moment I felt safe, loved, and 11 years old again, and in that second I laughed.

(Thank yous)

First I would like to thank my beta Raevynlupin

Missing Fairy: I am so glad that you like it, and I hope this chapter is good. Sorry for the long wait on this chapter.

Elle: Thank you for the criticism I will keep what you said in mind, but I can't promise that it will happed. I am not trying to shock you, I curse in my everyday life, I am sorry if it offends you.

Raspberri13: You have no idea how much you liking my story means I read you story before and I loved it. (probly should leave a review) You in fact made me speed up my writing, so a BIG thank you for you.

Thanks to all my reviewers again.

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