A/N: SarahI DO have better things to do…and if you keep that little attitude up, the very last chapter of this entire fic will BE a cliffhanger! ;oD

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Last Chapter: Hermione leafed through the pages, anticipating the moment she left the hospital wing so she could practice, and improve her strength, to add muscle to her small body. She was near the end of the book when she tried to pick through a page it stuck, she didn't want to tear it, so she went to the next, but it stuck, also. Quickly she realized that the last quarter of the book was entirely stuck, and it seemed to have a long, narrow pocket. She gasped when she saw what lay inside.

Mwahaha…what lay inside? Find out in another chapter!

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Harry couldn't stand to be near Ron. He hadn't told Dumbledore yet, there hadn't been any time. Immediately after all of it, Hermione's parents had wanted to speak with him in private. He didn't think that whatever it was they were talking about, that he should be included. This whole business…it didn't seem to include him at all.

Harry knew what heartbreak felt like more than a lot of other people, but…not this kind of heartbreak. What she must be feeling, he guessed, is a whole other pain entirely.

During breakfast, Harry had sat down next to Neville and Dean, only to have to move again when Seamus and Ron sat down near him to try and talk. He walked down half the table and sat next to Ginny, who looked at him oddly before carrying on her conversation with her friends. Harry ate in silence, he did not feel like talking to anyone, except for maybe Sirius…but Harry shook his head, Sirius was dead. Could he talk to Dumbledore? Yes, but, not at the moment. He was most likely comforting some one or doing something he was likely to do. He sighed discontentedly, what ever was he going to do?

He realized that if he was going to refuse to talk to Ron and Seamus that he had to talk to Dumbledore if no one else, the information he held was gnawing away at his insides. Soon there would be no Harry to fight Voldemort, there would only be his feelings and thoughts. He growled in frustration finally deciding that he could take no more. He needed out, and he was not one to look at anything in a suicidal light, so he headed off towards Dumbledore's office.

Once he got to the statue of course, he realized that he did not know the passwords. He shouted all the past passwords at the stone guardians of the office, until Dumbledore himself rounded the corner.

"Harry?" he called out trying to recognize the boy through the young one's fury.

"Yea, what!" he called back, not looking. He merely thought that it was just another student, or teacher, and he was in a very un courteous mood. He failed to recognize his headmaster's voice calling him.

"Why on earth are you trying to break into my office?" He asked quietly.

"Oh...Uh...Professor…I…Uh…Sorry…"

"Quite alright, Harry, but next time, try not to feel the need to break in, I would gladly allow you to enter."

Harry looked down at his own hands realizing that he had been trying to pry apart the statue from the wall, and failing miserably considering it was magically sealed.

Swiftly he withdrew his hold on the rock figures and looked at his professor.

"I didn't…know the password, and I thought you were in the office…" He looked down at the ground trying to avoid Dumbledore's stern gaze.

"Harry, if I had been in my office I would have definitely heard the racket and opened it myself to let you in, you know that."

Harry forced himself to meet the headmaster's stare.

"You're right, Professor, I just…needed to tell you something important about Hermione."

His face paled a little before he mumbled the password and ushered Harry into the revolving staircase that led them into his circular office.

He quickly took a seat on one side of his desk, and offered the seat opposite him to Harry.

Harry sat down quickly and composed himself. He drew in a deep breath before admitting to Dumbledore all that Ron had told him.

"It…it was disgusting, Professor! I-I thought he was my friend! Not…some monster out for revenge! And, I mean, I know Seamus might not have liked me very much, because of last year and his mum and all, but I thought we had gotten over that! Now…look what's happened to Hermione! I mean…you would've thought they'd have gone after me, I'm the one they were mad at… But, Hermione? And-and…now, they expect me to understand? They expect me to befriend them after this? I…Oh, Headmaster, I just…"

He let out a sigh of deep aggravation.

"Yes, Harry…It befuddles even me. I suppose all I can do is right to their parents and give them the expected punishment… Which is, of course, expulsion."

They both shook their heads in astonishment. What was going on? Had Voldemort corrupted his friends? He doubted it… but, if so? Was that even more terrifying, knowing that they had acted on their own will and influence?

Harry sighed yet again. What would he do?