Harry had to try hard not to fall over when his feet slammed to the ground back in Hermione's house. He rushed straight into the living room and lay her on the sofa.

"Harry?" Fred asked as he came though from the kitchen, George in toe.

"How is he?"

"Not good, we need to get her to Saint Mungo's," Harry said.

"What about you?" George asked.

"I'm fine, a few scratches but that's it, just take her." Harry urged.

"What about you?"

"I can't go I'm meant to be dead." Harry said, "now go!"

Harry watched as Fred and George took her away, he prayed that she was going to be OK.

He sat back on the sofa and put a cushion behind his back to support it, Hermione was heavy!

Harry was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard the door go.

"I'm back," A woman's voice said, Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione walk into the room.

"Hermione?" He said bewildered before he remembered that he still had the fake Hermione to deal with, "oh Hermione can you come her for a minute?"

"Sure, what's going on?" She asked sitting next to him.

"Well you see I have a problem, there's this person that I thought was someone, but it turned out she was someone else in disguise." Harry said, "and I went and found the real person, but the person in disguise doesn't know that yet, and I don't know how to tell her, did you get that?"

"Well, that's some problem tell me how that works out." She said as she tried to make a run for it.

"Stupefy." Harry said lazily stopping her in her tracks. "I'm sure the ministry will love to meet you."

He put magical ropes around her and closed his eyes again, sometimes being dead was really annoying!

Hermione heard voices around her, she groggily opened her eyes as she came to.

"Hermione?" A healer asked, "can you hear me?"

"What? Yeah," She said squinting as she adjusted to the light, her voice was croaky as she hadn't used it for a while.

"You were in an accident and suffered a very bad head injury." the healer said, her voice was familiar.

"Laura?" She asked.

"You don't miss anything, yes it's me Laura." The healer said, Hermione worked with her on the wards.

"How did I get here? Where are my children? Where's Harry?" Hermione asked trying to sit up.

"You must be delirious, just lie back and take it easy, you're twins are waiting outside. I'll send them in." The healer said making her lie down.

The door opened and Jack and Isabelle ran into the room and flung their arms around their mother.

"We missed you," Isabelle said.

"Give your mother some room to breath," the healer said and her children loosened their grip and jumped onto the bed with their mum.

"How are you feeling?" Angelina asked coming in after the children.

"I've been better." Hermione said, "but I'll live."

"Fred told me everything," she said, "it must have been a nightmare."

"I don't really remember much, I was unconscious for most of the time."

"The healer said you suffered a bad head injury," Angelina said, "she said that the bandage they put on it infected the cut."

"I don't think they really cared about that," Hermione said.

"Sorry in interrupt, but we're going to move you to a private room," The healer said.

"I'll come and find you later," Angelina said.

Hermione was put into a wheel chair and taken along the corridor into a small room.

"This should be a little more comfortable," the healer said. "I have something for you, it's a card from all the staff."

The healer handed Hermione a get well soon card signed by all her colleagues.

"Thank you," Hermione said as she got into the new bed and placed it on the bed side table.

"If you need anything just give me a buzz," the healer said and she left Hermione alone.

She had been stilling alone for a few minutes when the door creaked open of it's own accord and shut again.

Hermione tensed in her bed as she searched for a sign of a person.

"Hermione," Came Harry's voice and he threw off his cloak.

"Harry, you scared the life out of me, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, "someone might see you.

"I wanted to see who you were, you didn't look too great the last time I saw you." Harry said.

"I'm fine," Hermione said, "but what actually happened?"

"They captured you and kept you so they could use your hair for a polyjuice potion, and they sent another Death Eater home as you." Harry said, "but she wasn't too clever and I found polyjuice potion in the bottom of her mug. Then Fred George and I went to the secret Death eater hide out and I found you, unconscious, in a dungeon type thing. Then I duelled with Rabastan Lestrange, who is intent on stealing Voldemort's crown as the most feared dark wizard that ever lived, and he thought that killing me would be the right place to start."

"Right," Hermione said bewildered by all the information, "so-"

She stopped talking when the door knob started to turn, Harry made to put his cloak back on and Hermione lay down in her bed.

A trainee healer came in and looked at her strangely, and looked into the corner where Harry was sitting as if he had seen him. He picked up Hermione's notes.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked as he scanned the board.

"Yeah, I'm juts tired I think I'll go to sleep." She said trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

The man looked up, "I hope you get better soon Miss Granger," he said.

Hermione smiled in thanks and waited for him to leave.

"Now you had better go home before anyone sees you." She scolded Harry, that was too close.

"OK, just get well soon yeah," Harry said and he apparated back home.

A few days later Hermione was allowed to come home, with a clean bill of health.

Her children were sent back to school and Hermione had made a formal complaint about them being allowed to walk off with a total stranger.

It was mid morning when an owl flew through the window to deliver the daily profit.

Hermione put some money in it's pouch and looked at the front page.

"Crap!" She said as she started that the Headline.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

Hermione passed him the paper and Harry read the headline.

i b The Boy That Lived Lives /b /i

"How did they find out?" Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged as he read the article.

"It say here that a trainee healer at Saint Mungo's hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, saw Mr. Potter while checking on a patient, Miss Hermione Granger, who was an old friend of Mr Potters." Harry read trying to keep his voice calm. "Hermione Granger was admitted into the Hospital the day before with mysterious injuries and no clear explanation given to how she got them. Our source says that it is most likely to have a connection with Mr Potter as he's always been a magnet for trouble."

Harry slammed the paper down.

"I don't believe this," he said fuming. "It even gives the address of your house."

"What, they can't do that, can they?" Hermione asked.

Just then someone rung the doorbell.

Hermione got up and went to the door, she opened it and as greeted by at least ten flashing cameras and shouting reporters.

She slammed the door shut again.

"There are reporters from the Daily Profit outside, all trying to get a story." She said.

Harry put his head in his hands, maybe he should just disappear now and never come back so not to endanger Hermione. As he thought that he looked up at her face. He couldn't do that he cared too much about her now, he couldn't leave her.

But if he didn't leave that meant he stayed and he would have to tell the press where he had been for the past eleven years., but maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. He'd be able to go out again, even if he was constantly annoyed by people asking for his autograph, or to shake his hand.

He brought his head back up, "right I'm going out there." he said.

"What, are you mad they'll eat you alive!" Hermione said.

"Don't worry, I can't hide for the rest of my life," He said but Hermione not convinced. "It's the best thing, trust me."

With that Harry walked to the door and with a deep breath opened it.

Sorry I haven't updated in ages, I just couldn't find any inspiration for this chapter. This like many of the others do not involve a cliffe!