Recovery

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"C'MON NOW - GET OUT AND HEAD TO YOUR DORMITORIES, IMMEDIETLY!"

Harry hotly jumped from his carriage. The minute his knees caught him upon the stone ground, he set off down the long line of carriages now coming to a stop against the entrance of Hogwarts.

His eyes searching for another missing raven head.

He pushed through students, not even paying the least bit of attention as he pushed them aside, and hearing there yells of protest. He couldn't stop running; turning his head every which way he set down to the front line of students. There he found Dean along with Seamus jumping from there own carriage and heading into the gates canalizing up to the castle.

He ran up to them, not caring anymore if Seamus gave him looks of grimace.

"DEAN - SEAMUS!" he called after them, running up the stone path to meet there feet pacing ghastly into the grounds.

"Harry-."

"Have you - I mean - you lot haven't seen Hayley anywhere by chance?"

Harry watched as Dean exchanged a perturbed look with Seamus. He didn't have time for this, and they clearly came to realize this as he said it to them.

"Haven't seen her since this morning, mate - why can you not find her or something?" asked Dean, developing a worried look over his blackened features.

"No - no we - we must have gotten separated through the chaos to the carriages, thanks anyway."

Harry turned his back on them, and began running away in the opposite direction. He began heading down to the last line of carriages still pulling up and students piling out.

"POTTER YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HEADING UP TO YOUR DORMITORIES!"

Harry turned towards the voice. Not being able to help his feet from immediately dashing across the grounds, or his smiling from crossing his face as he ran up to McGonagall standing near the steel fence, pushing children through in hushed numbers and squeals of protests.

"Professor -"

"Potter, you're supposed to be in your common room right now! Get up there or else I'll be forced to remove more points then -"

"Professor I can't find Hayley!"

"Potter -- I'm sure Miss Glenwood is fine and already in her dormitories where you should be right now!"

"Professor, I haven't been able to find her anywhere near the students, we couldn't find her in Hogsmeade, either!"

"What is this cock and bull Potter -- go to your common room this instant!"

Harry couldn't think of a come back. He just stood there, watching as McGonagall turned and started heading into the grounds herself. Harry, feeling his only chance of finding Hayley slipping away faster then water running down a river. He took a deep breath and screamed:

"SHE WAS IN THE QUIDDITCH STORE WHEN THE FIRE STARTED!"

Professor McGonagall stopped dead in her tracks as his words echoed through the area. Slowly yet, scarily she turned back around to face him, her face harboring a look of disbelief over her solely wrinkles.

"What did you say, Potter?"

"Hayley was in Quality Quidditch Supplies when the fire started and I didn't see her come back out and join the rest of us in the carriages."

"Very well Potter," said Professor McGonagall, her face showing a neglected answer from forming in her brain. "Best come with me then."

Harry didn't speak or show any kind of gesture to exhale his relief. He just inhaled a great deal of breath as he started moving his legs to keep up the pace as McGonagall was setting inches ahead of him.

He tried to keep his focus on, and only on McGonagall as they re-entered the school once more. Keeping his gazes to a minimum as he walked passed on- going students running forward in the directions of there respectable houses. Ron and Hermione clearly not any of these sources, and Harry guessing since they were Prefects they'd be rounding up students as well as McGonagall had been doing minutes before.

"Frosted Jackals," mumbled Professor McGonagall coming to a stop outside of an all too unfamiliar stone Gargoyle.

Harry didn't have time to register what exactly he was doing standing in front of the Headmasters office. He stood there, staring at the moving stone now propelling upward, and walking forward he began to think. Maybe McGonagall was making a short stop before they set off on their quest to find Hayley, but Harry as usual with his assumptions, couldn't have been more wrong with this one.

He watched as Professor McGonagall came upon the door, and raising her fist knocked rather impatiently over the wooden frame.

"Come in - oh hello Minerva what can I help you with?" asked Dumbledore as the door was opened and her confront face came into his translating gaze.

"Albus - we seem to have a problem," she said, reaching forward a little more to open the door wider to allow more then one person to be seen through the frame.

"Problem, surely you have gotten all the students already - ah...." he trailed as he saw Harry's face come wide into view.

"What seems to be the problem Minerva?" he said in a brisk like voice. Setting his quill down and leaning forward over the parchment residing over his desk. He looked to be doing something with this parchment before Harry's disturbance came upon him.

"It seems here that Miss Glenwood is no were to be found."

Harry watched, probably for the first time in his life, as Dumbledore's face contracted into a horrid look. Seconds passing, he watched again as it returned to its usual constructive gently face.

"I'm sorry, Minerva would you mind repeating that for me?"

"Albus, it appears that Hayley was near Quality Quidditch Supplies when the fire started as of many of the other students, but it seems that Hayley was the only one they didn't see exit the shop."

"Yes - yes do go on," said Dumbledore, waving his elder hand across the air to impersonate moving words running across the air.

"Albus - we don't know where she is, and Potter, here, tells us he didn't see her join him or the other students when the carriages started to take leave."

"Do you know if there is anyone else residing in Hogsmeade at the moment?"

"No - just the Aurors I'd presume taking care of the fire, but other then that - the teachers no."

"Very well - Minerva I need you to go up to the hospital wing and see if any students have been placed there due to the fire, if not come back and see me right away."

Harry watched McGonagall give Dumbledore one last questioning glance before turning on her heels and rushing from the office.

He watched her go, feeling very awkward now that he hadn't have joined her. He never felt comfortable in Dumbledore's presence anymore.

"Harry -- lemon drop?" asked Dumbledore, hoisting a tray of yellow oval sweets up to his chest. Harry, feeling too dazed to know what he was doing, reached down and plucked one into his mouth.

As his tongue caressed the small sweet, his body began to visible relax under its flavor.

"Please do sit Harry," said Dumbledore gesturing to the chair behind him.

Harry gently sat down, feeling the sweet flavor now rolling over the back of his tongue.

"Sir, what happened today?" asked Harry, feeling in no mood to answer Dumbledore's many questions of 'what ifs and how's the scar today.'

"Ah I knew you would be asking such a question -- I will not lie to you, Harry I believe you do deserve better from me in the past few months -- especially now that Miss Glenwood is involved. There were Death Eaters in the village today."

"Death Eaters," said Harry, making sure what he was hearing was exactly what was coming from Dumbledore's mouth.

"Yes, Harry -- Death Eaters - only I don't think it was there intention this time to attack anyone, rather then light the village's path to destruction.

"See Harry, a few of them went to Hogs Head as a relaxing time as they would call it, but there happened to be a fight between the few of them and a candle happened to get bumped off the wall and landed in one of there many alcohol beverages. A fire started almost straight away and spreading through the village. Luckily enough, our Aurors happened to get there in time before it could spread anywhere beyond the shop you say Hayley was visiting. Is that correct?"

Harry nodded his head. Trying to take in the fact that Death Eaters had only been a few shops down from the one Hayley had been in.

"Voldemort wants her -- doesn't he?" asked Harry.

"I am afraid so Harry -- yes."

Harry stood from his chair in a hurry. Feel anger starting to boil in his blood faster than if someone had lit it there. He walked over to the widow and gazing down it, he suddenly wanted to hurt something.

Turning back around, he grabbed the nearest object to him and threw it to the wall right next to the door. A defining CRACK echoing through the office as the glass met the wood and spatter on contact.

"Harry, please -"

"NO - NO, JUST DON'T EVEN BOTHER GIVING ME THE RANT AND RAVE OF IT! I'VE HEARD ENOUGH!"

"You have ever right to want to think that Harry but you need to understand this -"

"UNDERSTAND WHAT! WHAT DOES HAYLEY HAVE A BLOODY PROPHECY TOO! DOES SHE HAVE TO KILL OR BE KILLED ALSO!"

"Harry no if you would please -"

"I WILL NOT SIT. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! IT'S BAD ENOUGH THAT THIS HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE I WAS EVEN BORN, BUT HAYLEY TO!"

"It has nothing to do with -"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? SCREW IT! I'LL FIND HER MYSELF, YOU APPRENTLY ONLY WANT ME AS YOUR BACK UP TO GO AND KILL THE ONLY THING YOU PEOPLE WON'T STOP MOANING ABOUT!"

Harry slaughtered towards the door. Grabbing it within his grasp he groaned in annoyance and protest at the usual formality of the door being locked.

"Let me out.."

"Not until you understand."

"I don't want to understand - I only understand that I'm in here while Hayley could be anywhere, NEAR DEATH EATERS NO DOUBT!"

As if on cue of that statement, the door flew open, and in rushed Professor McGonagall.

"Albus," she panted. It was quite obvious she had run the length of the hospital wing to the office of the Headmaster.

"Ah, Minerva have you found anything?"

"Yes," she panted, "they found her."

Harry felt a tug at his heart at those words, but then again, he felt his stomach issue another tug at the apprehension in her voice.

Professor McGonagall caught her breath as she regained her position. She half turned her sweaty head in the direction of Harry and gave him a concerned look before turning back to Dumbledore and giving him the duplicate of it.

"It is alright Minerva, Harry may stay. He needs to hear this for himself," said Dumbledore, not once his eyes returning to the face of the emerald eyes staring at him with hate.

"Albus," said McGonagall, clearly ignoring Harry at the moment and returning to Dumbledore. "She wasn't in the hospital wing, they found her outside the Quidditch Shop."

"Outside?" questioned Harry stepping forward to face her gaze.

"Yes, Potter outside - the Aurors found her there. They said there was no way she could have gotten out of that building alone looking the way she did. Her left elbow was completely broken, she was bleeding all over the place from it - she was barely breathing, and she was unconscious when they had found her."

"Where is she!" said Harry.

"They transported her to St. Mungo's ten minutes ago, also Albus, Belinda from the portrait in the hospital wing went and saw what was going on - said that she didn't look good, but better then what could have happened."

"Well that is all we can ask for - anything else she needed to inform me with?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes -- that Miss Glenwood's parents were accompanying the Auror's transporting her there. Said that Jane was crying hysterically and that Will wouldn't stop blaming himself when a doctor started questioning them."

"I will go and pay them a visit then, are all the other students that were found near the Quality Quidditch Supplies back and safely away in there common rooms?" said Dumbledore, reaching behind him and pulling his cloak out.

McGonagall nodded her head, apparently in to much shock to say anything passed that.

"Very well - if anything else should happen you will Owl me immediately, correct?"

Professor McGonagall nodded once more at him.

"Wait, sir," said Harry stepping out from behind McGonagall's shadow, and walking over to him. "If you're going to St. Mungo's I'm coming to!"

"Potter you most certainly are not!" said McGonagall, facing him with stern eyes.

"She's my sister! I have a right to go!"

"Potter - her parents are there."

"I don't care - I have just as much of a right to be there as they do!"

"Potter," said McGonagall through a timid voice. "If they see you -"

"How will they even know who I am!"

"Considering how much you and Miss Glenwood look alike it won't be that much of a challenge, Potter you have to stop doing this - Hayley will be fine, I assure you."

Harry looked up at her. Finally seeing what she meant, he stepped away from the both of them. If Jane and Will saw him, Harry would most likely never see Hayley again. He would see her in a few days after Hayley was released from the regards of the hospital. He knew Dumbledore wouldn't let them take her out of school without a good fight.

"Harry, there you are!" said Hermione as she watched Harry step back through the portrait hole and walk over to them.

"Where've you been?" questioned Ron, staring up at him through confused eyes.

"In to see Dumbledore," was all he responded with as he sat down onto the couch next to Ron.

"Have - have they heard anything about -- Hayley?" asked Hermione, stepping forward in a caution manner.

Harry tried hard to push the lump welcoming itself into his throat. He couldn't - no wouldn't cry about this. Not now -- not in front of Ron.

"Harry - is - is everything alright?" said Hermione, taking another anxious step forward.

"They found her," he croaked out, feeling the lump within his throat begin to ravishing off and becoming painful too hold.

"She's alright - right?" asked Ron, holding the expression of an anxious child.

"She's in St. Mungo's. She was severely burned on her arm and it had been broken somehow. They - they said she was bare - barely b-breathing," Harry inhaled a deep breath as he felt the tears beginning to brim the over shed of his eyes.

Hermione took the last closing space between them and brought it to an end as she enwrapped her arms around his stiff shoulders.

Harry lost all self control; he couldn't hold it in anymore. The pain - the pain of the last six weeks rushing through him so fast he couldn't concentrate. The emotions, the feelings, the anger, came rushing out through his eyes like he had never felt it do before. Hermione tighten her grip around him as she felt his shoulders begin to shake under her grip. A shake that could only be identified by one, and only one emotion. An emotion she had shed many times in her past.

"Harry - sshh it's alright - she'll be alright," cooed Hermione, feeling the only thing she could do, was to just hold him tightly to her. She bent her head down and placed a gently kiss upon his black mass of raven hair.

"H-how - how can you say that Hermione, she could have d-died. We didn't go with her."

"Mate, she wanted to go alone, it wasn't our place to follow her," said Ron, scooting over and placing a strong arm over his racking shoulder.

Harry didn't answer. He couldn't stop the tears from falling down his now salty cheeks. He didn't care anymore that Ron was staring at him through uncomfortable yet concerned eyes. He just held Hermione tight to him. Feeling she was the only one who could comfort him at the moment, not that Ron couldn't, but Ron was his best friend, Hermione was his girlfriend, she could understand his feelings better than Ron could ever have. Reliving the night where Hermione had cried onto his shoulder just four day previous, on this exact couch nonetheless, also over the same subject that seemed to love haunting sources sanity lately.

Harry didn't know how fast time was passing through the remaining corpse of the day. All he could remember or feel was when Hermione had sat herself next to him over the couch.

He started to hear the chatter rumoring up in the dormitories, starting to fall into the open center of the common room. Harry pulled away from Hermione, and immediately taking action, he turned his back on them and began to furiously wipe at the left over essence of his tears.

He felt Hermione's soft hand graze up his back and rub softly over the top proportion through his thick sweater. He turned back to them, knowing that if he rubbed any harder at his cheeks he would permanently have red marks for the rest of the night.

"Sorry," he mumbled, bringing his hand up once more to wipe away at another single tear welling up in his red eyes.

"Harry - there is no need to say sorry, don't you even think you have to be sorry for this," said Hermione, her hand never leaving his back as she looked at him through loving eyes.

"Yeah, mate - you need a good cry, go ahead and have a bloody good cry," said Ron, reaching over also and patting him on the back in a brotherly fashion.

Harry felt a grin run over his dry lips. He turned his head and his eyes instantly met Hermione's brown orbs. Her eyes immediately softened at his gaze and Harry couldn't help but love her more for how comforting and understanding she could be at times. Merlin - now that he thought of it - Hermione had just watched her boyfriend have his first public cry, when Hermione herself, could exploit them at any minute of the day.

"I think I'm just going to head up to bed now," said Harry, leaning over and planting a soft kiss over Hermione's soft lips. He slapped Ron playfully on the shoulder before hoisting himself off the couch and turning towards them once more.

"Thanks - it really means a lot to me." Harry knew he was probably speaking words he had never spoken to them, but even so he didn't care. They needed to know how much they always and forever will mean to him.

"G'night, Harry - oh and don't forget the Quidditch try outs are Monday and Katie wants us there at eight o'clock, no later," said Ron through a stern voice that couldn't fool a bloody dead man.

"Right - if McGonagall or any other teacher comes in with news about -"

"We'll wake you right away, go get some rest now," said Hermione, standing up, off the couch and enwrapping her arms around his waist.

Harry savored this moment. With his arms securely around her, he could identify Hermione's very favorable shampoo through the formality of his stuffed up nose, he could make out the scent making its way up towards that area.

Harry felt Hermione part from him, and he sighed. He always enjoyed the feel of her arms around him. It was a comforting feeling, being denied of ever feeling a woman's arms around him in a protecting manner. He couldn't believe he was that clueless all those years, not being able to see her feelings through the darkest of everything they had faced. How she could have backed out and ran to a teacher at any given moment, but instead showing more courage and fighting with them. Why should this be any different?

Harry climbed the stone staircase with these thoughts still swirling around within his head.

Would Hayley be alright - now that he had had a good cry he sure felt a lot better about things. Getting everything out through the tiny droplet of a tear was an interesting feeling.

'Maybe that's why Hermione always does it in situations like this.'

Harry sighed as he entered his dormitory. Saving a cheerful goodnight to the rest of his dorm mates before falling instantly asleep as he felt his head hit the cotton of his pillow, every thought inside his head coming to a short stop as sleep embraced him. Hoping in the light of day that they would never return to haunt him.

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"How is she doing Healer Beaker?"

"She is coming alone nicely, Miss Glenwood you have nothing more to worry over."

"When will she be waking up?"

"Not to long now - she has had a good resting sleep over the night. However there are some procedures I need to discuss with you both of what we have done with her condition."

"Her - condition? But I thought you said that she was alright -"

"Oh no, no - I believe you miss read me Mr. Glenwood, I meant what we have done to help her heal properly.

"Now see - many Healers here are not trained in Muggle healing, and fires are a minor exception among them. But seeing as we do have some Healers here trained in Muggle medicine, we were able to help her straight away. Now her arm - I'm afraid that the bone had completely broke it, when she was brought to the emergency room we couldn't place it back within its place. The bone punctured the skin and she was loosing quite some liters from it and we came to the conclusion that something must have fallen on her that caused a break like that. So having no choice, we were forced to remove the bone with a simple spell, and re-grow it over night.

"The bone is now fully healed, and it is properly back in its place, but she will have to wear an arm sling to help the cut where the bone had broke through heal properly also. The fire severely burned the skin of her lower arm, but after numerous spells of skin overcastting, we were able to get it back to its normal state, but I warn you, there may be some scars there for probably five months no less. They will heal in time, some of them mostly from one of the many spells we had to put into her arm, but her skin is looking quite better by the minute.

"Her breathing is stable, and we were able to re-open her lungs safely. All the smoke colliding down in her air bags was causing her some difficulties from reaching any source of clean air. We were forced to use Muggle procedures I'm afraid and had to place a tube into her throat to help her breath because she was not breathing on her own accord. The tube was removed a few hours ago, and she is currently doing fine on her own. It was caused by all the smoke blocking her air-way and that resulted in her to stop breathing. There was no damage done to her brain, so nothing needed to be healed there, and also her legs. But other then that she should be waking up any time today."

"When will she be able to come home?"

"Well it's Sunday and she was brought here Saturday so I'm sure no later then Friday. A good week to heal her up, and then she should be fine."

"Thank you so much Healer Beaker - you - I mean - thank you!"

"You are quite welcome Miss Glenwood - it was my pleasure."

Jane smiled once more at the healer, then watched as he turned and began heading down the ward. The smile still lingering at her lips she turned towards her husband.

"Do you hear that love - she's going to be okay!"

"Yes - but none of this would have happened if only I had showed up in time."

"Oh honey you know you can't control those meetings. Hayley's fine, she's not hurt, she'll be able to come home in five days. Lets not think about the 'what ifs."

"I guess your right."

"Oh thank you Merlin - our baby is okay."

"She's not a baby Jane - she's bloody well sixteen."

"What's the matter with you?"

"I -"

Will stopped talking as he felt eyes starting to rest on them through the ward of St. Mungo's.

He grabbed his wife's arm and pulled her into the room there daughter was placed in a day ago.

"Will, what's going on with you?"

"I - I just came to realize how fast we could have lost her in that fire Jane - you heard what the healer said. 'There was no way she could have gotten out of that building alone, not in her condition.'"

"Well she oblivious did."

'Someone had to have helped her.'

"Honey, look at her - she looks so gentle."

Will looked up to meet his wife's gaze. His eyes softened as they came to rest upon his daughter. Her body still as rock, lying over the bed in a peaceful fashion. She looked so distraught. Her left arm was covered in a creamy colored sling, and many scars harboring the skin along with it. He could see the many tubes connecting into her veins, feeding her medicine to help her sleep. His eyes came to rest upon the blood bag resting just above her head. Of course the healers would be feeding blood back into her body after all the liters she had lost. His eyes scanned the bag once more, watching the red material flow into her body. Her blood; blood he knew that wasn't his. Blood he knew that would never be positive in a blood test, nor a DNA test.

'It's James' blood - not mine, but James'.'

Will sighed once more as his eyes crossed over his daughter's solemn face. He smiled as he remembered her first words to him being daddy. Remembered as he read that letter; the letter telling him he had a quest to fulfill. He had a baby to protect. So far - they were not keeping that promise. He knew Lily and James were watching over them, judging them at how they raised her. He remembered how he didn't want anything to happen to her, she was his daughter. Lily and James were dead now, that Owl didn't make a mistake in sending that baby wrapped in pink to there doorstep. He remembered how he had almost cried when Jane and himself had come to the decision that they wouldn't let her find her brother.

"Will - I know what your thinking."

"Yes - you always know don't you?"

"Considering I've been married to you for twenty years yes I do know, and I believe your right in thinking so."

"I don't know what to do anymore Jane - we promised Lily nothing would ever happen to her. That's why we home schooled her is it not?"

"Yes - but we cannot keep a sixteen year old away from making friends and going to a school. She deserves a life Will."

"But what about a Wizard school that isn't boarding -"

"What schools do you know in England that isn't boarding for Wizards?"

Will smiled at his wife. She always knew how to fix things, but then again she always knew how to crush them too.

"I don't think we should be letting her go back to Hogwarts, Jane."

"Will -"

"I'm serious, honey - something else can happen to her. That's why we blocked all those things from her. Never letting her read the paper, watching the news, protecting her from Voldemort. The thing that killed her parents -"

"Don't even say it, Will! Don't even throw that rubbish in my face, we've raised her, she is our daughter, blood doesn't matter - not after fifteen years."

"I know."

"I don't mean to get so gritty mad, but Will - Lily wanted this, we have to fulfill it, and I don't think you would want James looking down at you and hating us for never letting Hayley go to a school she belongs in."

"She could get hurt again - I'm sure Mrs. Kenbreak would come back to us -"

"Will - its been six weeks since she's left home, she will not come back - you know her attitude, she is even more stubborn then Lily and James combined and that's saying something!"

"What about, Harry?" whispered Will.

He watched as his wife turned her head in a fast intake. Looking at him through wide eyes and an open mouth.

"What?"

"Just - t-that you've never say his name."

"She has his scar Jane - I know she does - I've read about that scar, the way its shaped, and were exactly its placed over his head, well that's were its exactly placed over our daughter's head."

"I know, honey - I know all about it."

"It's just hard to get over you know - just entering back into the village and seeing people running everywhere, the minute I saw the shop on fire I knew she was hurt, but then I saw the Auror's running to her, I saw a dog running out of the village. It stopped and looked at me as if I was the most evilest person in the world and that it knew something about me that I didn't."

"Will, it was just a dog - what's a bloody dog got to do with Hayley?"

"I dunno - maybe I'm being paranoid."

"Yes, well - let's just focus on Hayley at the moment then we'll worry about strange dogs staring at you."

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"Hey Harry - have a nice sleep?" laughed Hermione as Harry sat down next to them in the Great Hall. Immediately reaching over and pulling a bowl of fruit near him.

"Yes very much - never knew someone could sleep that good for two days in a row."

"So - excited about try-outs tomorrow?"

"Are you joking Hermione - it's a bloody Monday, whose happy about that," said Ron, sipping at his pumpkin juice.

Harry laughed as he shoveled strawberries down his throat. Looking over at Hermione he realized that she was holding a Daily Prophet in her hands.

"Hermione," said Harry, swallowing, "why do you have a Daily Prophet - it's Sunday - they don't come today."

"I know that," she said, setting the paper down and reaching for her tea that lay a few feet from her.

"Well then why are you reading one."

"I'm just reading about something."

"Can I see the paper then?" asked Harry.

"Harry -" she said in a warning voice,

"Its no big deal alright."

"Oh just let him see the paper 'Mione - what could it be about that's so bad Harry can't see?" said Ron, leaning over and trying to catch a glimpse at it himself.

"Oh, fine!" she said in a huffed voice. She picked up the paper and hastily swung it at Harry, catching it as he felt it slam into his chest.

"Er - thanks," he said in an awkward voice. He never liked being at the end of one of Hermione's numerous lectures and today he didn't want to his morning off with one.

He scanned over the paper, his eyes taking in the words and the picture moving below him.

"Hermione," said Harry in a shocked voice.

She turned her head towards him, her face congruent and her lips pursed. She seemed to be waiting for this reaction.

"This - this newspaper is about Hayley."

"I told you to let it go - but do you listen - no not from me."

"It's about what?" asked Ron, reaching over and snatching the paper from Harry and disappearing behind it.

"Why do you have a paper fifteen years old Hermione - your Muggle Studies report ended I thought."

"It did," she said in a casual business like way.

"So then why do you have this?" said Harry, gesturing towards the paper harboring Ron behind it.

"I went back to the library to do some more research on the project, and when I asked Madam Prince to show me the stack of Daily Prophets she keeps, I found more about her - Harry there must be piles in there just from one year about the two of you."

"Did you grab anymore?" asked Harry.

"No - I only grabbed this one, and the other one I read to you two months ago. But there are loads still there."

"How do you get them?"

"Madam Prince - but she only lets students who have a reason to get them to go and look through them, other wise you need a note from a Professor."

"Couldn't you just say you still have the Muggle report to finish up?" asked Harry.

"Lie to her!" said Hermione offended, "No Harry I will not lie, but - I know other ways of still getting them."

Ron set down the paper in alarm to her statement. He looked at her through a queer look before shaking his head at her.

"What!"

"I'll never understand you Hermione - you won't lie to a Professor, but then you'll break the rules if there are no ways of getting caught."

"It's your choice if you want to join us, Ron - I'm not going to make you," she said in a motherly mocking tone.

"Well I want to see them, Hermione - where do you go?" asked Harry ignoring Ron's scathing look being shot at him.

"Well - we'll have to sneak out one night and head to the library - and well unlock the restricted section and they are in one of the filing cabinets in the room down the corridor from there," she said.

"Let's go then -"

"What, now? No, Harry I mean at night, we can use your cloak."

"I can't believe you Hermione. You are actually wanting us to fashion a sneak out plan to get some ruddy old newspapers - I mean -- oh fine I'm in to," said Ron, after seeing the evil glare being shot at him by Harry at his statement of 'newspapers.'

"Brilliant - we'll go tonight then, after everyone is in bed," said Harry.

"Wha - tonight but Harry tonight is Sunday, we have school tomorrow," said Hermione.

"Ha! Oh now she cares!" said Ron.

"Shut up, Ron!" said Hermione throwing him a warning glare.

"Hermione, please," said Harry, putting on the best pleading look he could muster.

"Oh - alright fine, but we leave at Midnight alright!" she said looking from Harry back to Ron.

"Deal," said Harry and Ron in unison.

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Not much action here I know - but we need a break from that! And we changed from a point of view. I like Will - so I decided to use his POV in this chapter.

Now I know your all getting a little hostile about when Hayley will find out.

If you do not read next weeks chapter then you will honestly regret it - that is all I have to stay on that matter.

Thank you, Sandy for the beautiful work your helping me turn this story into.

New updates next Saturday or Sunday