.oO0Oo. ok………I'll try to make this a good chapter….hehehe…Kels is awesome………do you all think the way I have my chapters set up is confusing?

.oO0Oo. Ron

Rons' eyes widened, he tried to scream but he couldn't. The face that had just been pressed up to his face disappeared. Still not able to talk Ron grabbed his throat. Not a moment later Ron looked out the window, there was what seemed to be a floating piece of paper flying towards him. What the bloody hell is that? Ron thought, he still couldn't speak.

The piece of paper hit the window, and Ron hastily made to open the window. Eagerly he looked at it wondering whom it was from. On it images began to flash, there was blood, the dark mark, and two familiar faces. Those were…..no they couldn't be…not Hermione's parents. A second later the images changed to Hermione laying in a puddle of tears.

They can't be not…but I…I need to help her…I…. Rons' memories flashed to when Fleur came into his room. I do love her…don't I? What kind of a question was this….he knew that he loved her…..then what was he doing sitting in his room, waiting for someone to save him from his dreams. His dreams…

Without any hesitation he grabbed one of his sweaters and walked down the stairs. As quietly as he could. He opened the front door…. there was one dilemma in his attempt to save Hermione………he didn't know where she lived.

Puzzled Ron looked from left to right. She said she lived……..that way. Ron thought, and he pointed to the left. Ok so I should go that way. He stopped took a deep breath in and began to walk. Soon he discovered that walking was hard. Sure, he was used to walking around Hogwarts, but this was very different, there were hills, and rivers.

"Bloody muggles." Ron mumbled to himself. It just dawned on him…he could talk. "God damn it! I can talk!" Ron reached into his pocket for his wand. "Wand? Wand? Wand? Where the hell is it?" Ron patted himself trying to feel the wand. It was nowhere.

Ron looked at the sky and yelled, "WHY ME? WHY ME!"

Coincidentally along the road there came a car, with a man and a women inside. The car slowed down next to Ron.

"Oy! Mate, whatcha doing out here?" the man yelled.

"finding someone! And you take me somewhere?" Ron replied.

"Oy! Where to?"

Ron got into the car and explained that he needed to go the way he was walking.

"I reckon now's a good time." The woman said quietly to the man.

"Sorry….what?" Ron asked now beginning to wonder if he made the right choice going into the car with these people.

"Sorry mate."

"Huh?" Ron shrugged and tried to get out of the car. He was locked in. The woman in the front pulled on her hair.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?"

The seemingly nice people Ron had entered the car with were now Luscious Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"We have met before……haven't we?" Bellatrix said.

"No…no..I don't think we have..so I think I'll just be getting out of the car." Ron tried pulling on the locks of the car again.

"You and bitty baby Potter are not going anywhere." Bellatrix said in her mock baby voice. She laughed and suddenly Ron lay on the back seat of the car.

OK----Just a hint, this happened before the paramedics came to Hermiones' house.

.oO0Oo. Hermione

The two people dragged the limp body of Hermione into their car. Daisy and the man pulled on their hairs, as though pulling off a costume. Sure enough, Instead of the seemingly kind faces Hermione had just talked to, there was Luscious Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Let her sleep next to her precious Weasley." Bellatrix spat.

" Bellatrix, do not mention the name of a blood traitor in this car."

"And why not?" Bellatrix retorted.

"Because I don't want to wash it again." Luscious laughed. Bellatrix looked at him with an expression of stupidity. The car began to move.

Many hours later Hermione woke up in a room. The walls were emerald green, and the floors made of ivory. She was lying on a bed, a black sheet draped over her.

Hastily she grabbed the sheets to her body and sat up, looking around hesitantly. Swinging her legs to the side of the pedestal she was on, she leaped off, draping the sheet around her.

The room she was in had no windows, no carpet, no pictures on the wall. It had only a pedestals and a black door. Hermione walked to the door, being as quiet as she could be. Her hand was shaking as she brought it to the knob.

.oO0Oo. Harry

It was 12:00 before Harry got back 'home'. The night was cold, and yet, it was the clearest night Harry had seen in years. A large red dot was in the sky, glowing alone in the black. Harry held his breath as he walked up to his room. Now strewn with gold and red on the floor, Harry lay on his bed….he didn't want to think of Percy…or of Voldemort…..he wanted some peace.

Harry's thoughts wandered to Bill and Fleurs wedding…he wouldn't go…he couldn't go, it would be too sad to see Ginny again after he had lost her for good.

Harry closed his eyes in order to fall asleep, but instead he saw the man that had been in his room. He was quick, and almost evil. Yet, he said he was good. Harry concluded that the world would be a lot better if there was no confusion.

Harry fell asleep, his dreams were haunted by Ron holding Ginny's dead body. He saw a flash of blue light, he was in a room. Emerald green walls, and ivory floors were everywhere. A girl of about 17 years old……Hermione.

.oO0Oo. Hermione

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Called a voice from nowhere.

"What? Who?" Hermione fell to the floor, as though a hand were swatting her down. She glanced up at the ceiling, a black cloud emerged. On the black cloud was a boy…a man…sitting on a chair of gold and red.

"Harry?" Hermione gasped. "H..H…H…H… Harry?"

"Yes…what are you doing here?"

" I don't..know." Hermione said trying to force the words out of her mouth. She grabbed Harry and pulled him into a hug…. she was wrapped in his arms, and he picked her up.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked as he pushed her away from him.

"Yes," Hermione fell silent, " I…I…I-"

"I-…what?" Harry asked impatiently.

"They took me……I have to get out of here….we need to go…my parents…….my parents." Hermione trailed off……tears began to form in her eyes.

"Hermione...it's ok…we'll go somewhere." Harry said gently.

"It won't be ok…it can never be okay because I………"

"What is with you?" he snapped back.

"You………..you……………….I know you from somewhere." Hermione whispered her eyes were in a fog; she looked as though there had just been a dawn of comprehension.

"Well, yes Hermione…you've known me sense I was 11…" Harry said very matter of factly.

Hermione grabbed his hands and opened the door of the room. The door led out to a hallway of brown. The passageway was narrow and had a very high ceiling. As soon as Harry and Hermione had gotten out of the doors way, it shut, leaving them in utter darkness.

"Harry…." Hermione said grabbing Harys' hand even more tightly.

"What?" Harry whispered back.

Hermione gulped, " I'm afraid of the dark." She spun around and held his shoulders. She walked up to him and placed her lips on his. Their kiss only lasted for a second before Harry shooed her off.

"What the hell was that?" Harry yelled at her.

"I needed to know that you were here."

"By planting a big one on me…..ya….the fact that you are gonna but off the circulation in my arm isn't enough!" Harry was completely and utterly disgusted …Hermione fancied him? The thought was almost unbearable.

Hermione lifted her hands and dropped Harrys'.

"Fine, fine I guess I won't," Hermione started to cry, " I guess I won't be able to tell you where the last Horcruxes are."

"What?" Harry said, looking at her in complete disbelief.

"I know where the last horcrux is…" Hermione said her voice changed to a deep male one, much like Sirius's. "It's you."

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL! ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" Harry took hermiones shoulders and shook them, " SNAP OUT OF IT!" as he continued to yell, Hermione looked at him.

"I…I… that was him Harry…………..that was him…."

"Who?"

Hermione looked at Harry with sadness, and confusion.

"Has anything weird happened to you over the summer?" She questioned.

" A man appeared in my room…he was cloaked and said he was my protection…but he wouldn't tell me his name. Why?"

" I saw Sirius dead body on my ceiling……and I….there was a man in my house.."

"Is that who you think that thing was that possessed you?"

Hermione gulped, " Yes."

"Well, then who do you think it is?"

"Harry……do you remember-" she stopped.

"WHO?" Harry yelled.

"R.A.B."