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So any ways on to the story!

Chapter 4

The attack.

Hermione had been very cheerful in the week following the ball. The following week on Monday, She went down to breakfast with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.

"Well your just all smiles today aren't you?" Ron said grinning as Hermione sat down next to him in the Great Hall. Hermione giggled something she wouldn't usually do but did anyways because of her good mood. In potions, Hermione happily brewed the assigned potion for Professor Slughorn. She hummed all the way through Herbology, and even gave Pansy Parkinson a cheery "Hello!"

That night while she slept was completely different. Throught the week, Hermione's night were plagued by dreams of a man with a horrific face, with eyes like a snakes and a high, cold voice, laughing as he tortured and killed her parents and little sister.

On Sunday, as she was walking up to the common room to meet Harry and Ron, the front-page headline of the Daily Prophet stopped her dead in her tracks (the article was placed beside three stationary Muggle photographs);

You-Know-Who Strikes!

Three Muggles, Daniel (40), Jane (37), and Sarah (6) Granger, were all found dead in their home earlier this morning. Their other daughter, Hermione Granger, is Head girl at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and is also a friend of Harry Potter's...

"No," Hermione whimpered, tears in her eyes as she dropped to her knees. She began to cry silently. Just then, Malfoy came around the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" then he spotted the newspaper in her hand and said,

"I'm so sorry," Before Hermione could tell him thank you, he went on,

"but the Dark Lord has his way of showing people how awesome his is."

Hermione exploded immediately.

"Awesome? Voldemort tortured and killed my parents! Not only that, he killed my baby sister!" In a rage, Hermione took the prophet and shoved it in Malfoy's face.

"Look at her!" She screamed pointing to her sister's first grade photograph.

"Look at her! She was only six. SIX! That is not awesome. That is simply horrific! She was so young and I...I don't... know..." by now, Hermione was sobbing.

"I didn't mean," Malfoy started.

"SHUT UP!" Hermione shrieked. Just before she ran away, she mustered all of the strength she had left in her and punched Malfoy as hard as she could right in the nose.

Up in the Common Room, Harry and Ron had been waiting for Hermione for almost a half hour when she rushed through the portrait hole sobbing angrily.

"Hermione what the matter? Is it Malfoy?" Ron asked as she ran into his arms.

"Look," Harry said quietly picking up the dropped Prophet, scanning it and handing it to Ron as he steered Hermione into an armchair.

"Two questions;" Ron said still looking at the news paper,

"One: why are their pictures not moving?;

and; two: how old was your sister?"

"They're Muggle photographs. That's Sarah's first grade picture." She smiled dow at the girl with bouncy brown curls and two missing front teeth.

"She was only six years old," Hermione said. Harry swore to himself that he would make Voldemort pay for this if it was the last thing he ever did. Ron swore out loud.

Hi again everybody! I hope you like this chapter!

Next chapter: Quidditch tryouts; Hermione discovers a new talent.