Disclaimer- I am not JK Rowling. i do not own any Harry Potter characters, scenes, etc. However, i do own the plot.

Oh, and I dont own the song either. Its called Angel, and its by wumpscut. (now you see where I got the title)


Ann Granger was talking to her sister, who had come all the way from Paris, when she heard a faint hooting noise. She looked around her living room, to see if anyone else heard the noise. By the looks of it, no one had. She excused herself from her sister, and went looking for her husband, Alan. She found him in the kitchen, preparing, by the looks of it, a martini, for a friend of his, who had come to offer support to the Granger family. When he saw the look on his wife's face, he excused himself, and led her to a separate room, away from the other guests.

'What is it dear? You look worried? Is something the matter?" he asked his wife, worried about the look on her face.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with me, but I think that I just heard an owl hooting. Do you think that we should check Hermione's room? See if there is an owl there?" Ann said, with a slight look of disgust at the thought. She detested owls.

"Yes, just in case. We don't want the owl to come down to the other windows. The guests wouldn't know what to think about that. I'll check for it dear, you just go back to the family." Alan said, patting Ann's shoulder, reassuringly.

He watched Ann go back to the living room, after finishing the martini, and headed up to his daughter's room. He opened the door to find the room still quite neat and tidy. He felt a swell of pride over his daughter who, in his mind, was perfect. He went to the window, opened the screen, and a large eagle owl flew into the room. It was quite a handsome owl, and well trained. Alan didn't share his wife's dislike of owls.

He walked over to the owl, which regarded him through amber eyes, as if judging him. He went to take the note off, which was attached at his leg, but the owl snapped at him, as if knowing that he wasn't the recipient of his burden.

"Oh, hush you, Hermione isn't here, and I'm sure that you want to get back to wherever you came from. I just want to take the letter, and I'll place it on her pillow, for when she gets back. How does that sound?" Alan said to the bird, hoping that it would understand him.

Apparently, it did. Alan went to get the letter again, and wasn't snapped at. He untied the letter, and showed it to the owl, and then went to Hermione's well-made bed, and placed it on the pillow. He took a few steps away from the bed, all the while watching the owl.

The owl seemed satisfied and, after taking a few nibbles of bread that Hermione had left out for Crookshanks, flew out of the window into the sky.

Alan watched the magnificent owl for a few moments and went to close the window. He left Hermione's room, closing the door behind him, to go back to the guests.

Draco was pacing his room. He was in the process of writing a song about Hermione. He was stuck a one point, and was trying to walk off his writer's block. He kept glancing out the window, to see if his owl was coming back. He knew that it was too early for a reply, since he knew that she had the wake today, but he was hoping, nonetheless.

He sat back down on Hermione's couch, to try to finish the song. He knew that he had his own, perfectly good couch, but he felt closer to Hermione when he was on hers. Her scent was still clinging to it, and he breathed deeply.

He picked up his guitar, and strung a few chords. He decided to sing what he already had, to try and help his block.

"Angel, come to me. To me, come to me. Angel, belong to me. To me, belong to me. Angel, you have wings. To fly, fly to me. Angel, do you doubt? No need to have doubt.

Angel, feel my love. My love for you, feel my love for you. Angel, carry me to you. To your home, to paradise. Angel, I would lie for you. For you, just for you, with my yearning heart. Angel, I would die for you. For you, just for you, with my burning heart."

Draco stopped. He couldn't finish it. He knew that he needed more, but his brain just wasn't cooperating with him. He put his guitar back down, and headed up to his room, to have a shower, before dinner. He hadn't been out of the dorm all day, had had his meals in his room, and brought up by the house elves. He decided that he should stop moping around, and go down to dinner. He wanted to talk to Pansy and Blaise anyways.

He walked into his room, which, unlike Hermione's, looked like an entire Quidditch team wrecked the place. Robes were strewn all over the place, as well as books, parchment, homework, and other oddities. He looked around his room, ashamed at the state of it, and promised himself that he would clean it up after dinner. His eyes swept past the floor, to where the bathroom was, and he did a double take when they hit the mirror.

'The mirror!' he thought, 'Dumbledore said that it was ever watchful. Maybe I can see Hermione in I!'

He walked over to the mirror, and tried to recall how to use it. He remembered Hermione's words about it. "Just say the name of the person that you want to see, very clearly".

"Mirror" he said 'Hermione Granger". He looked into the mirror, and saw great swirls of color in the surface, as if going through time itself to find her. Suddenly, the vision cleared, showing a small wooded area. The leaves on the trees were vibrant oranges, and yellows, and a few reds missed in. Draco felt himself relaxing, knowing that she was somewhere beautiful. If this is where she lived, then maybe he would visit, if she wanted him to. The forest was quite like the one that was at the manor.

The scene in the mirror changed, still in the forest, but much closer now. He checked all sides of the mirror, looking for his angel, knowing that she must be there somewhere. He had asked for her, and he didn't think that the forest was named Hermione Granger!

The mirror focused in on, by the looks of it, a group of people that he didn't recognize. He peered at these people, who were all laughing, and pointing to the center. The mirror's angle changes, forcing his vision into the center of the circle, to see what these people were pointing at.

Draco felt his heart stop.

Inside the circle was Hermione. She was lying on the ground, almost naked. There were two boys holding her down, while another one forced her legs apart with his own. There were great bloody marks across his face. He looked back at Hermione, and gasped. Her hair was a complete tangle, with leaves and small sticks in it, her face was covered in tears, and there were bloody gashes across her chest, and legs.

Draco looked more closely at her, feeling anger course through his veins. How DARE they?? He saw her clutching something in her hand. A necklace. Wait. His necklace! He felt his neck, and finally noticed that his wasn't on. He tore his eyes away from the scene in the mirror, to find his pendant. He snatched it up from his bedside table. It burned his skin. She was in danger, but having looking in the mirror, he already knew that.

He looked back in the mirror, preparing to say the incantation that would transport him to her side, when he finally heard her screams, which were cut short by a boy with blond hair smashing his fist across her face.

"DRACO…Help me!"