Hermione found herself walking down a dark corridor of an old mansion. A doorway stood to her right, and as Hermione looked into the deserted room, she spotted a grimy window; Hermione could tell that she was on at least the third floor of the manor. There would be no jumping out of windows to escape from what ever dangers lay ahead of her.

As she continued to walk, Hermione noticed a flickering light near the end of the hallway. Cautiously, just as every other time, Hermione continued on towards life-threatening situations.

When Hermione neared the end of the hallway, she vaguely became aware of her thoughts drifting away from her; "What am I supposed to be doing?" she asked herself. "Something about guiding this—this thing," Hermione muttered. "And once I find someone, I need to do—to do something…"

A cackling laugh split through the air—air that seemed to drip with evil and misery. Although Hermione could not remember why she was at this mansion, just being inside its walls gave her the creeps.

"She will be here tonight!" a voice rang out that sounded as if it came from downstairs.

"My Lord, that is wonderful!" a second, slightly higher voice, responded. "

"They think they can outsmart me," the first, wicked voice shouted, laughing once again. "But what they do not know is that I know more than they will ever know!"

Hermione shuddered when she heard both voices laughing together. "At least I'll be safe for a little bit as long as they're not on this floor," thought Hermione. She did not know who these people were, but she had sense enough not to make her presence known.

Hermione made the rest of the journey down the hallway even more slowly and cautiously than before. She barely looked to either side of her as she walked down the corridor, but Hermione noticed gruesome and eerie looking painting and statues on both sides of her.

Once she finally arrived at the source of the flickering light, Hermione warily peered through the old, wooden door that stood slightly ajar. At the same time as Hermione stepped forward, the floor under her creaked noisily. Hermione gasped and quickly jumped back; every muscle in her body was tense, poised for an attack. However, an assault did not occur. After standing as still as a statue for close to a minute, Hermione let her muscles relax, thinking that the noise from the floorboard had not distracted the two people downstairs because both of them were once again talking loudly.

"When will she be here, My Lord?" the higher voice asked.

"That, I cannot say, Bella," the first voice replied; Hermione could almost see this man smirking as he talked.

"Should we not have someone guarding the boy?"

"No, that will not be necessary. It will be more fun this way."

Hermione shuddered again, and pushed the door in front of her ever so slightly open. She gasped for the second time in minutes as she saw what lay inside the room.

Seeing that nobody else stood inside the room besides the one laying on the floor, Hermione shoved the door open the rest of the way and quickly jumped over the squeaky floorboard, hoping that the floor she landed on would not give out. She landed on her feet silently in a crouching position, and immediately stood up. The figure on the floor didn't give any sign at all of Hermione's presence.

Hermione, of course, had immediately recognized the dark-haired figure on the floor the second she had looked through the crack between the door and the wall.

"Harry!" she whispered urgently, noiselessly sprinting to his side. "Harry, please, wake up!"

Hermione glanced up and desperately searched the room for something that would help. Instead, Hermione saw a fireplace ablaze with flames on the left side of the room, and sea-colored wallpaper walls caked in dust and dirt. There were no windows, and no furniture atop the hard, warn-out, wooden floor. The entire room held a feeling of wickedness, and Hermione couldn't blame her best friend for not being in excellent health in this room.

Hermione sat by here best friend for minutes, trying to wake him up. She tried shaking him, calling his name, and even doing a couple spells. None of them worked. After nearly a half an hour, Harry finally started to stir.

"Harry!" cried Hermione, for the tenth time that night.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, in an extremely hoarse voice. "I thought I told you to keep yourself safe, and not to worry about me."

"Harry, I couldn't just leave you to die!" Hermione half shouted, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Shh, Hermione," Harry whispered. "You don't want them to hear you."

"Harry—"

"Hermione, you can't keep risking your life like this. You're too important to the wizarding world. You've got to fight for our side, Hermione."

"Listen Harry, I can't help having these dreams, or whatever they are," Hermione whispered urgently, suddenly remembering why she was at the manor. "I've been taking a potion from Dumbledore to stop them for a while now, but not tonight. Tonight I planned to be here—I knew what I was getting into. Dumbledore and others from the Order are standing by, watching to make sure everything goes as planned. He said that if we had any hope of finding you, I'd have to have one last dream and retrieve some valuable information. As painful as these dreams are for me—seeing you all in this state—I knew I had to go through with it."

"Hermione," Harry sighed after a pause, looking into her eyes. "I don't know what to say to that."

Hermione smiled, almost forgetting where she was and what situation she was in.

"Harry, I—"

A creak on the floorboards altered both Hermione and Harry.

"Hermione, you have to get out of here now!" said Harry, his eyes widening.

"But Harry, I need to know—" Hermione replied. "I can't leave without knowing—"

Harry shook his head. "Go Hermione, I'll see you later!"

"Harry, I have to know, where are we?"

Instead of telling her to get to safety again, Harry looked surprised.

"This place does not seem to be anywhere. It is in the middle of nowhere."

"But Harry, it has to be somewhere, a place just can't be nowhere!" Hermione responded, bewildered; had she been in normal circumstances, Hermione might have taken some time to think about what Harry was saying.

Harry shook his head as two figures bolted into the room.

"Aha!" one of them cried. "Silly girl, did you really think that you could escape from us?"

Hermione froze, wishing she hadn't hesitated. She wanted Harry to get away from this place, but since that was not an option Harry was stuck here for now. She, on the other hand, did not belong here, and needed to get away as soon as possible.

"I have been trying to catch you for months, and now I have finally succeeded, Mudblood," the male figure, Voldemort explained.

"And why have you been trying to capture me?" Hermione asked, her voice squeaking and her hands shaking. She could practically feel waves of concern flowing from Harry.

"Because, silly girl, you are the final part of my plan. I need you for the final part of my spell—a spell that will make sure I am immortal," Voldemort replied, walking closer to Harry and her. Bellatrix, the female voice Hermione had heard talking before, stood near the door, sneering.

Hermione shivered, wondering how she was going to get out of this situation. Harry, on the other hand, seemed to have thought of this already. Weak as he was, Harry had managed to sit up in the corner of the room diagonally across from Hermione. When Hermione looked over at him, he had begun to stand up, drawing Voldemort's and Bellatrix's attention away from Hermione.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Bellatrix cried as both she and Voldemort strode closer to Harry, away from the door.

Without thinking, Hermione jumped up and ran for the door.

"She's getting away!" Hermione heard Bellatrix cry as Hermione ran into the hallway.

Distantly, Hermione heard a loud "thump" that she hoped wasn't Harry falling back over, and a shout of "Catch her!"

Hermione blindly ran throughout the halls and rooms of the manor, knowing that someone was constantly chasing her. And then, just as she heard the footsteps closing in on her, Hermione felt herself floating away, into another dimension. The only thought she had was, "I'm going back."

Hermione felt as if her entire body had been hit by a sac of rocks many times over.

"Ouch," Hermione said, as she opened her eyes and took in the scene around her. McGonagall, Lupin, Moody, Sirius, and Dumbledore stood around her, looking at her hopefully.

As soon as the events of the night came back to her, Hermione immediately started crying, and didn't even notice that Ginny and Ron were not there.

"Miss Granger, please," McGonagall started.

"Minerva, let her be," Lupin replied gently. "She's had a trying night."

"Hermione, before we tell you what happened on our end, we need you to explain what happened to you," Sirius explained kindly as he sat down on a chair next to her.

Hermione nodded.

It took some time for Hermione to tell the complete story, but eventually, she finished.

"Everything I did tonight was completely worthless, though," sighed Hermione. "I didn't even found out where Harry really was!"

"Ah, but that's were you're wrong, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said. "You did find out Harry's whereabouts tonight. In fact, tonight has been extremely important for Harry's case."

Hermione stared at Dumbledore. "But sir—how is it that where Harry said he was is an actual place?"

Dumbledore smiled and began to explain; everyone else in the room leaned in to listen to Dumbledore.

"I am not sure of Harry's exact location, but I do have my suspicions. The manor you described was once a real house, with occupants living in it. However, the manor has since then been enchanted and made Unplottable. No Muggle has touched nor seen the place for many years. Such a place is extremely hard to find, but possible if you know what you are dealing with."

"Now I would advise you to get a good night's sleep tonight in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron and Ginny will be awaiting your arrival, I presume, and I trust they are dying to hear what happened to you tonight," said Dumbledore. "I asked the two of them to leave my office tonight for their own safety," Dumbledore added.

Hermione nodded. "What about Harry?" she asked eagerly.

"The rest of us," Dumbledore replied, gesturing to the adults in the room will continue to prepare for the mission to find Harry. We will go tomorrow, at a very early time in the morning, and hopefully return by nightfall. I have great confidence that we will find what we are looking for," Dumbledore finished, a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Hermione, nodded, feeling happier than before. Even though she felt horrible from the night's events, she quickly headed back to the Gryffindor tower.

As she walked, Hermione hoped that Harry wouldn't be punished too severely for helping Hermione escape. His words rang in her mind over and over.

"Go Hermione, I'll see you later!"

"'I'll see you later…'" Surely that meant Harry knew they'd see each other again.

Heart pounding, Hermione sped up. The prospect of seeing Ron was almost as great as seeing Harry again.

When Hermione stepped through the portrait hole, she immediately saw two heads of flaming red hair jump up and run towards her.

Ginny reached her first and hugged Hermione tightly.

"We were so worried Hermione!" the younger girl cried.

Hermione smiled and hugged Ginny back. Ron stood awkwardly in front of the two girls.

As soon as Ginny stepped back, Ron threw his arms around Hermione. At the same instant, Hermione and Ron looked into each others eyes and kissed.