um, this story is almost done. That is really scary and sad! but it still has a couple chapters left in it so yeah!
"Ok, so what's your name bucko?" Danniel asked Harry once the Portkey stopped.

"Harry."

"Right, Harry and I will go get Ron. You, girl, go get Kyla, and we'll meet back here as soon as we can," Danniel told them. "Keep your head down and don't draw attention to yourself."

"I have a question," Hermione told him. Danniel groaned and rolled his eyes. Hermione ignored that and asked, "If you're Kyla's grandfather, why aren't you this political leader thing?"

"Because I'm a dead man," Danniel told her. Before Hermione could open her mouth to question his answer, Danniel said, "Come on Harry."

Danniel and Harry walked towards the dudgeon, leaving Hermione mad, frustrated, and worried. She started walking towards Kyla's room, thinking it over. She wanted to help find Ron, she didn't want to find Kyla, and a thought that kept crossing her mind was, what if something goes wrong when they try to get Ron?

Hermione paused and looked around. She saw Kyla's room, and went to knock the door, when an old woman with gray hair that was in a tight bun, came out of the room and shut the door. Hermione backed up behind a statue and listened.

"Miss O'Connor, until you learn how to act like a proper lady, you are not to leave," the old woman said. "I hope living with those barbarians haven't undone all your lessons."

"They were, and are not barbarians!" Kyla cried through the door. "Ciannait, let me out of here!"

"Miss O'Connor, it is unlady like to yell," Ciannait scolded her. Ciannait pulled out her wand and gave it a flick. Then she said, "Fenantomoras." Then she walked away.

"Ciannait, don't lock me in!" Kyla cried. Then the door was pulled and banged on. "Please, Miss Everard, don't lock me in. I won't eat all of my food ever again." Hermione heard Kyla start to cry and pleaded, "Please, please, please."

Hermione walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and Hermione took out her wand. She pointed it at the door and said, "Ahlo hormora." She tried the door again, but it was still locked. Hermione frowned, and checked the hallway. She saw Myrna from her dream, walking up the hallway. Hermione's first reaction was to hide, but something stopped her. Hermione stood up tall and called out to her, "Myrna."

Myrna stopped and stared at her. She took one step closer to Hermione and said, "Yes."

"Hi, I'm K-Miss Kyla's new hairstylist, and the Ambassadors told me exchange ideas about with Kyla for her hair tomorrow, but the door is locked. I would ask an Ambassador, but I just can't seem to find one," Hermione explained.

"Oh," Myrna said, accepting that explanation. "She probably is, um, resting. If you will just hold on a second." Myrna went over to the door and knocked on it. When no one responded, Myrna took her wand and tapped in three quick knocks. The doors opened and Myrna said, "After you leave, don't shut the doors all the way."

Then Myrna walked away.

Hermione walked into Kyla's room, and shut the door quickly. She looked around and spotted Kyla lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She kept muttering, "Mrs. Jonathan Catherwood. Lord help me."

"Well I'm not the Lord, but I can help," Hermione said.

Kyla sat up and stared at Hermione. Kyla didn't move for a second, and then fell back on her bed saying, "I need a drink."

Hermione's mouth dropped. "That's it? I just offered to help you, and you said you need a drink! I don't have to be here you know."

Kyla got off her bed and walked towards Hermione. "You're right, you don't have to be here. I have to be here though. I have to walk down that aisle. I shouldn't be here, but I am because someone sold me out!"

"Sorry," Hermione said weakly.

Kyla looked like she was about slap Hermione when there was a knock at the door. Kyla rushed Hermione into her closet, and forgot to shut the door completely. Kyla hopped on her bed, just as the door opened.

"Bonjour," Trevor greeted her, wearing an apron with a French maids print on it, over his black robes. When Kyla didn't even lift her head, Trevor pulled out a feather duster and said in a fake French accent, "Care to for me to clean ze room?"

Kyla lifted her head and with an emotionless face. On the inside Kyla was cracking up, and so was Hermione. Kyla looked away from him, forcing herself not to look at Trevor. Trevor frowned and asked, "What's up kid? That bit used to crack you up."

"I guess I grew tired of it," Kyla told him.

Trevor jumped on the bed next to her and asked, "Grew tired of this?" He started tickling her with the feather duster, making her release all of the laughter she had pent up. Trevor smiled and once she finished laughing, he said, "I knew you could never get tired of that act."

"Trevor, I don't think you should be on the bed with me. I mean I am about to become Mrs. Jonathan Catherwood," Kyla told him, holding up the ring.

He took the ring off her and threw it over his shoulder. "There, now you are just Kyla O'Connor."

The ring was landed on the ground near the closet. Hermione knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. Hermione picked up the ring and looked at it. The diamond was big, bigger then Hermione had ever seen and it sparkled even though there was very little light. The band was white gold and the entire ring wasn't that pretty, but it was still big. Hermione looked away from it with disgust. She put it back down again when she heard Kyla ask, "Got any ideas to get out of this wedding?"

"We could run away together," Trevor suggested.

"Tried that, it ended with you cursing me and me going to Hogwarts," Kyla reminded him.

"Yeah, but I figured out where that went wrong. You didn't give me the charm," Trevor told her. Kyla gave him an icy glare, and Trevor responded, "Ok, sore subject. How about this, you just don't marry him?"

"And what of Ron?"

"Well, he isn't your fella, right?"

Kyla hit Trevor and said, "That doesn't matter. Because of you, Ron could die!"

"Kyla," Trevor said softly, kissing her neck. "I promise you, no harm will come to your friend."

Kyla closed her eyes and enjoy the feeling of Trevor's soft lips on her neck. Kyla snapped her eyes open and pulled away from Trevor. "How can you grantee that?"

Trevor looked at her sadly and said, "I can grantee that because I know it would kill you if anything happened to him."

Kyla placed her hand on Trevor's cheek and said, softly, "Trevor, thank you."

Trevor looked in her deep brown eyes, which were filled with thankfulness and sorrow at the same time. Trevor looked away for a second and then got up. Kyla looked at him confused and Trevor told her, "I need to go." Trevor placed his hand on her cheek and said, "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to him."

Then Trevor left with hurry. Once Trevor was outside the room, he leaned against the wall taking deep breaths. He ran his hand through his hair, and tousled it a little. Once he regained himself, he head towards the dudgeon.

"What happened to being one of the most powerful wizards in Hogwarts?" Danniel asked, getting annoyed at how long it was taking Harry and himself to open the lock to Ron's cage.

"Well sorry, Hermione's the one who knows all the spells," Harry told him. "Why don't you try again?"

"Move over bucko," Danniel told him. As Danniel tried to undo the lock, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hide."

Danniel rushed Harry over to a corner, and peeked around the corner to see who had come. Trevor came down the stairs and walked over to Ron's cell. Trevor sighed and paced in fort of the cell. He kept looking over to Ron, while pacing. Finally he stopped and asked, "Why am I doing this?"

His mind flashed back to Kyla's expression and said, "That's why." Trevor sighed and unlocked the cell door. He bent down next to Ron and tapped Ron's shackle with his wand. The shackles disappeared, and then Trevor tapped Ron's head with his wand. Ron stirred for a moment and then remained motionless.

Trevor sighed, got up and pulled out some papers from his pockets. As he went to tap them with his wand, Ron woke up and stared at Trevor. Then Ron jumped up and pushed Trevor against the bars, making Trevor drop his papers. Ron pushed his forearm against Trevor's neck and said, "You! What have you done?"

Harry ran out of the shadows and pulled Ron away from Trevor, saying, "Ron, you're in enough trouble already, don't make anymore."

Danniel, who was in the shadows, put a hand over his eyes, shook his head and murmured, "Kids these days, idiots."

Ron pulled away from Harry and asked Trevor, "Where am I? What happen with Kyla after you hit me?"

"You're in prison, and if you let me pick up my papers, I can get you out of it," Trevor told him.

"What happened with Kyla, how do you know her?" Ron asked.

"I'm her fiancé's best man, and I knew her since she was two," Trevor answered him, his temper growing. He bent down and picked up his papers. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get you out of here as fast as possible."

"How are you going to do that?" Harry asked.

Trevor tapped the papers with his wand and they vanished. Then Ron's wand appeared in his hand. Ron stared at it bewildered and asked, "How you do that?"

"I put you in jail, so I could take you out of jail," Trevor told him. "Once you were announced innocent, your wand was returned to you."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Trevor stared at Harry for a long period of time, then he said, "I don't want Ron around. Besides, he has a girl to go back to."

Then Trevor started walking towards the stairs when Danniel came out from around the corner and called after him, "Trevor Mulligan get back here."

Trevor turned around, and looked at Danniel. His eye grew wide and his mouth hung open. He tried to say something, but no words came out. Danniel came up to him and looked him over. Finally, after a long period of silence, Danniel asked, "Trevor, you're a couple year older then Kyla, right?" Trevor nodded slowly. Then Danniel asked, "Taking good care of her?"

Trevor just gaped at him and then finally said, "You're supposed to be dead."

"I'm not though," Danniel told him. "Now, tell me, are you taking good care of Kyla?"

"Yes sir," Trevor answered her.

"So why is she getting married this young?" Danniel asked.

"Well you see sir," Trevor started. Then he shook his head and said, "Danniel, things are complicated. Besides, you're dead and this is probably some messed up dream I'm having. So, I'm going to leave now." As Trevor was walking out of the dudgeon, he thought, This is going to complicated a lot of things.

Hermione stepped out of the closet and asked, "Who was that?"

"That was Trevor," Kyla told her. Then asked, "Can't remember him? Let me help, 'she sings a lullaby, the Too-la-roo thing.'"

Hermione looked away out of shame. Then she looked back at Kyla and asked, "What is so special about that charm?"

"It doesn't matter and it's best if you don't know," Kyla told her. Kyla looked over to her a small refrigerator she had and asked, "Do you want a drink? Don't worry, it's non alcoholic."

"Um, sure," Hermione said. Hermione looked around, and then she asked, "We need to figure out how to get you out of here."

Kyla handed Hermione the drink and said, "You need to get yourself out of here. I have to stay."

"What?" Hermione asked.

"I have to do what's right and fix my mother's mistake," Kyla told her.

Hermione took a sip and asked, "Mother's mistake, what was that?"

"Taking this damn position," Kyla told her.

"But what's going to happen with the Ambassadors?"

"I don't know," Kyla told her.

Hermione took another sip and said, "They seemed pretty intent on keeping their jobs."

Kyla looked at her with a quizzical look. "What makes you say that?"

"Harry and I over heard them talking back in Hogsmeade," Hermione told her. She took another sip and found her eyelids beginning to feel heavy. "We heard them talk about you and how they shouldn't have killed your parents."

"So it was them," Kyla said sadly to herself.

"Excuse me?" Hermione said, stifling back a yawn.

Kyla smiled and said, "Hermione, why don't you lie down on the bed, just for a moment?"

Hermione nodded and rested her head on the pillow. Soon she was fast asleep.


A/N: ah, Mrs. Snape, what are we going to do with you sweetheart? I seriously don't know.
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