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Losing it

Hermione lay in her bed crying so hard, she felt as if everyone hated her now and everyone thought she was crazy. There was nothing she hated more than when people didn't believe the truth especially when it was coming from her.

HOW THE BLOODY HELL could Isabel have the scar one minute and it be gone the next?

You can't get rid of the mark so the events that occurred earlier were simply unexplainable.

Hermione sat in her bed for the rest of the day thinking about how terribly she had humiliated herself and wished she could go back in time to change it. But could she? There really was nothing the time turner could do even if she did use it. Hermione decided to read over her Charms book to get her mind off things.

She had missed more than half of what her professor had said and looking it over a few times couldn't hurt.

After removing the book from the never ending stack from her bed side table, she flipped to page 394 and began reading. She found herself reading the same line over again and again because she just couldn't focus. But after a long and much needed deep breath her mind began to focus on the content in front of her on "Sight Moving Magic."

"Of course, now I remember." She said to herself. A difficult spell with very precise directions filled the entire page. This was sight magic, one of the most difficult types of magic to learn which is why Hermione took the class.

Only the top students were chosen to take this class unless they had much prior experience with it. Then why was Isabel taking it? Was she smart? Could she be smarter than Hermione? There was just no way.

But Hermione took much notice to Isabel's intense fascination in the class. What could a death eater want with that class?

Hermione continued reading and rereading the spell.

Keep focus,

Examine the box of letters below

In your mind repeat the spell "Montwal"

Why did this spell seem so familiar? Hermione hadn't used it before even once! But she must have heard it said somewhere.

At this point, inside the box, the word in the center of the page should move to where ever your own eyes take it inside the box. If this had occurred, you have conquered the "Montwal" charm.

Hermione did as the book told her to a few times before going on to the History section in the Montwal chapter.

Thank Merlin for history because if she didn't have that, she would slowly deteriorate into nothing. Her eye lids started to droop and her head was tiling to the side, about to tip over. Tiredness swept over her whole body and one last thought popped into her head.

Oh my Merlin! Isabel was using the Montwal charm to move her mark to different parts of her body! That's why the mark wasn't there when Hermione needed the proof most. That's the spell Isabel muttered that day, right before Hermione pounced on her. This was really true. Hermione had cracked it! With anxiousness flowing though her veins she leapt from her four poster and slipped on her slippers.

She'd never run faster before in her life, not even from Professor Lupin the night of the full moon in third year. Skipping every step, Hermione considered who she would tell the big news to first, Harry and Ginny or Dumbledore. Voices, male voices were heard and Hermione recognized so well (Hary and Ron), were relaxing in the common room discussing something that seemed important by the tone of their voices.

Harry was sitting on the couch reading the Chuddly Cannons magazine and Ron was lying on the hearth rug by the fire with his legs crossed and his chin resting on his fist.

"I'm over Hermione Granger! We are and always will be strictly friends nothing more. The past is the past and I have moved on!" Tears began to spill over the brim of Hermione's chocolate brown eyes as Ron's words tore through her body like daggers.

There was no point for her existence now that Ron Weasley didn't have feelings for her. She had done a great job playing hard to get all these years but what she got out of being a rude and stuck up know-it-all was nothing more than "friends?"

Had she pushed him too far? He did say that he didn't have feelings for her anymore. That meant that there was something between them at one point at time. But none of that mattered anymore because today when she needed Ron most, he was only there for her as a "friend and nothing more." With this last thought engulfing her in a pool of tears, Hermione raced up stairs.

(A/N-what you we didn't hear… next chapter)