OK, this chapter took extremely long and all I have to say 4 this is ... I'M SO SORRY! Oh, and I hope you like this chapter, my writers block has finally decided to go away.

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Hermione shook her head vigorously "No one deserves that Harry." she said "Well, I'm sure some people do, but, I mean, I'm upset about the article, but not that upset." Hermione tried to reason.

"Hermione, you honestly think I would even suggest something like this had that scum bag not written other... bad articles." Harry said, trying to coax her into his plan, he had been working on it for so long.

"Like what?" Hermione said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, like the time he wrote that Ginny was a prostitute, and the time he wrote that Ron and his family where once so poor they had to chop off Mrs. Weasley's hair and sell it, or the time he said that you where never real and just a figment of Ron's demented imagination." Harry said

"Oh, thats awful!" Hermione gasped

"I know, I mean, Ron's always had a wild imagination but to say he made up a person, no wait, you have to admit, that one might have been possible. Ron has been known to make up girlfriends." Harry said.

Hermione punched him playfully on the arm and nodded "OK, I'm in." she said, although she already had a bad feeling about this.

"Oh, one more thing." Harry said as he made his way back to the door of Hermione's bedroom.

"Yes?"

"What was that thumping sound at around 8:30 this morning?"Harry asked, smiling.

"Oh, Ron fell on the stairs." Hermione said

"Sure he did." Harry replied with a grin.

He closed the door just in time because if he had been a second slower he would have come head-first with a lampshade, courtesy of Hermione.

After she regained her composer Hermione and walked downstairs and back into the kitchen.

Ron was still sitting at the table reading another article in the Prophet and Harry was sitting across from him trying to explain the finer details of his plan.

Hermione came and sat down next to Ron and he looked over at her. "You OK?" he asked, studying her.

"I'm fine." Hermione said, smiling.

Then Ron turned back to Harry "Good plan mate, I'm all for it, it'll be just like at Hogwarts." he said.

"Oh dear Merlin, what plan is this, no don't waist my time telling me, I forbid you to go threw with it. If its a plan Ron likes than it can't be a good one." Ginny said, coming into the kitchen and pouring herself some orange juice.

"No, Ginny, its really a good plan, honestly!" Hermione said, ashamed at how easily she was going along with one of the boys' plans.

"Well, if Hermione says its OK than I can't suppose its that bad. Run it by me." Ginny said cautiously, taking a seat by Harry.

Harry ran threw the plan, despite Ron's constant interruptions and Ginny (somehow) agreed to go along with it.

"So, Harry said, I'll get the bogart and Ginny, can you find out where Edgar Honeystokes lives?" Harry said.

"I should be able to find something." Ginny said, with the same smiles the twins often wore when they where up to something.

"OH!" Hermione gasped.

"What?" Ron asked, twirling his head to look at her so fast there was a sickening crunch sound.

"I got a, owl from Dumbledore this morning! I was going to go to St. Mungoes right at nine! I've got to run!" Hermione said, standing up.

"Wait!" Ron said, standing up to kiss her gently, for a moment Hermione paused and then was rudely snapped back by Ginny's "Eww! Get a room!"

Ron sat down and remarked something along the lines of "Like you did?"

Hermione ran from the room around the time as Ginny smacked Ron on the back of the head and she rushed into the dining room where she grasped a handful of flue powder from the glass bowl that sat by the fire.

"St. Mungoes." Hermione said as she stood in the fire place and dropped the sand-like substance.

After the whirling feeling finally stopped Hermione stumbled from the fire place. "OoOh" she muttered, placing a hand on her head.

The 'flue room' was cozy and dawned three fire places all in a row.

Hermione found her way to the ward which was stated in the letter he had sent.

Hermione stood out side of Albus Dumbledore's room, she was fighting tears and didn't want to enter until she was sure that she wouldn't cry.

She mentally prepared herself for seeing him, the last time she had, after all had to leave and that was probably the worst memory she possessed . Even though she knew it wasn't him who had told her to leave, she still didn't know how she would react if she where to see him again.

Finally, breathing heavily she turned towards the door, she was just wondering if she should knock when she heard his voice from inside say calmly "Come in."

Hermione pushed open the door to see a hospital room, on every available surface stood get well soon cards, flowers and oddly shaped sliver instruments that twirled around, occasionally emitting sparks.

There at one end of the room lay Albus Dumbledore in a hospital bed, although it didn't look like one, it was covered with a quilt embroidered with the Hogwarts seal.

"Hello Professor." Hermione said meekly.

"Hello Mis Granger, please come in, take a seat, I promise I shall not bite." Dumbledore said, chuckling to himself

Hermione smiled a bit and came in and took a seat beside him on a guest chair.

Just then she noticed a great phoenix, perched near by .

"What happened, Sir, why are you here?" Hermione asked, just realizing she didn't know.

"I am afraid I was far too old to help Harry fight when I did." he said darkly, with a tine that said that he didn't want to continue with that conversation.

"How have you been?" he asked, reaching down to a nightstand on the other side of his bed.

"Fine." Hermione lied, she didn't want to trouble him.

"You may know Ms. Granger about the incident that sent you away?" Dumbledore asked, pulling from his nightstand a box of lemon drops.

Hermione nodded, she didn't know what else to do.

"I'm glad." Dumbledore said, "I was afraid you hadn't known." he said, retrieving a small lemon drop and popping it in his mouth.

"As you might have figured, Ms. Granger, many things have changed since your time here." he continued.

"Voldemort may have finally left us, but most of his follower haven't" he said.

"Sadly, I have a feeling that there will always be Death Eaters." Hermione said darkly, she had a feeling where this conversation was going.

"Yes, I agree, so, with that said, I must warn you, there are still many that would love to harm you." Dumbledore said, looking her in the eye.

"Yes, sir." Hermione said glumly

"But!" Dumbledore said, with a lighter tone "I think you will have a great time now, there is so much more happiness in our world." he finished

"You are planning on staying, correct?" he asked, fishing around for another lemon drop.

"Of course!" Hermione gasped

"Brilliant!" Dumbledore said "You where well missed my dear, and I dare said that Professor McGonigal cried." then he offered her some lemon drops.

Hermione took one and popped it in her mouth to stifle her giggle.

Then her face turned more shadowed again "Sir, when do you think you'll be getting out of here?" Hermione asked, she knew she might be pushing her luck but she had to know, it seemed that he had made himself quite at home.

"Not to long now I daresay/" he said brightly "I'm not fond of places like this." he added.

Hermione smiled, this seemed like the Dumbledore she knew.

Dumbledore and Hermione talked for what seemed like only minutes, but in reality it had been hours and Hermione was shewed out by a healer coming to give Dumbledore his lunch.

Hermione flewed back to the house just in time to hear a high pitched scream coming from the kitchen.

Hermione ran in to find Harry and Ginny and a box that she assumed contained a bogart. "What happened?" she asked.

"Ginny came in just as I was catching the bogart." Harry said, he whispered for Ginny to sit and then lead her into a kitchen chair.

"I'll get you some water." Hermione said, rushing to the cupboard and pulling out a glass and then filling it with water.

"Here." Hermione said, handing Ginny the glass.

Ginny was panting and a little shaken but seemed fine.

"Wheres Ron?" Hermione finally asked, noticing he wasn't there.

"Oh, he went for a walk, could you go get him Mione? He shouldn't be far." Harry said.

Hermione nodded and headed back threw the house and out the door. The weather was nice out, just a nice light breeze in the air that kept it from over-heating.

The area was lovely, but as nice as it was out Hermione hoped Ron wasn't too far, she was anxious about Harry's plan.

Soon, she saw a hint of red hair coming out of a store called Bookworm carrying a large brown bag stamped with a book and a wand laying over it.

"Hey Ron!" Hermione said, running over and hugging him.

"Hermione!" Ron said, pushing her away, he looked shocked.

Hermione tried to hide the hurt that shot threw her. "Sorry." she said, her face felt like it was on fire and she was sure she was blushing.

"What?" Ron asked, obviously confused , then she noticed he was hiding the bag behind him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, and Hermione just noticed that he was blushing to.

"Harry told me to come find you." Hermione said, looking up at him.

"Oh, remind me to skin him alive would you?" Ron said, leading Hermione to a bench.

Hermione laughed "Why, Ronald, would you want me to remind you to skin your best friend?" Hermione asked, playing dumb.

"Am I that obvious?" Ron asked, note here that Hermione was a very bad lier, or even hider.

Hermione nodded "Kind of." she muttered.

Ron sighed, "Well, thanks to The-Boy-Who-Doesn't-Know-How-To-Keep-His-Yap-Shut this isn't going to be wrapped." Ron said, revealing the brown bag.

"Ron! You really didn't have to get me anything!" Hermione said, but at the same time she wondered what it was.

He raised his eyebrows at her "Oh, just open it." he instructed, handing it to her.

Hermione reached in the bag and pulled out a large, silver, feathered quill. "Oh, Ron, thank you!" Hermione said, leaping over and hugging him. Ron hugged her back and then when they pulled apart he said "There more."

Hermione reached in the bag again and pulled out a large book entitled "Hogwarts: a history."

Hermione smiled brightly, especially when she noticed the date it was printed in, this was a new copy! Freshly written!

Hermione threw her arms around Ron again and he hugged her back until she pulled apart.

"Ron! The reason I had to find you was we must be about to leave!" Hermione gasped, "Here." Ron said holding out the bag.

Hermione gently placed both objects back in the bag and started down the street, carrying the bag with her.

Ron had to jog to catch up to her, than he did something very out of character for Ron, he reached over and took the bag from her and, transferring the bag to his other hand, he grabbed onto hers.

They both ran down the street until the reached the house and clambered inside.

"Took you long enough." Ginny remarked

Harry reached down to her and covered her ears like a small child and said "Its the hormones talking."

Ginny shook off his hands and muttered a dark "I heard that." before Harry ushered them threw the front door.

"Where do we apparate to?" Harry asked Ginny, in a too-sweet-for-comfort voice.

"99 Hogsmead Road." Ginny said, eying the box in Harry's hands with hatred.

"You got the bogart?" Ron asked.

Harry motioned to the box then looked at Hermione "You still remember all the spells right?" Harry asked

"Harry, honestly, it hasn't been that long." Hermione laughed.

"Ok, lets go." Harry said.

There was a series of loud cracks and the four of them arrived just outside of 99 Hogsmead Road.

"Everybody alright?" Ron asked, looking around at them all. Nobody answered, but seeing as they where all there in one piece his question was answered.

"Hurry! He should be getting home anytime now." Ginny said, and they all rushed into the cottage.

Harry and Ginny hid behind a big clue sofa, Ron behind an old grandfather clock and Hermione behind a chair that sat in the corner.

They didn't have to wait long because soon enough a tall, balding man wearing puke green robes entered threw the front door.

He came in and sat down in front of a small coffee table located in the centre of the room, than he started to lay out pictures of everyone from Ron Weasley to Mudungus Fletcher.

Hermione peeked out from where she was hiding, just enough to see Harry nod, and then open the lid to the box.

There was a great whooshing sound and the boggart turned into a short, stumpy looking man who was waving his finger around wildly.

"Edgar Moreese Honeystokes!" it bellowed, "You article on the Quidditch teams of the century was due last week!" the boggart bellowed.

All of the commotion had forced the man to turn around, away from Hermione.

"What... sir, how did you... when..." Honeystokes sputtered.

"And!" the short man said, waving his finger at Edgar "I've heard you've been printing false articles! We do not tolerate that at the Daily Prophet! Your fired!" the man hollered.

Then the boggart swept behind another chair and came back out as a short, gray haired old woman wearing what appeared to be a shower curtain, but on closer investigation turned out to be a dress with floral print.

"You! Edgar Honeystokes are dead meat! When I get my hands on you, you washed up old scum!" the woman hollered, shaking her cane at him.

"But... but mom... what did I... how did you?" he rambled.

Then Harry stood up (Honeystokes didn't notice) and waved his wand at the boggart and it flew back into the box.

Everyone stood up and Honeystokes finally seemed to clue in to as what was happening.

"My own home -he muttered- you found me in my own home."

"Now who's got the scoop?" Harry asked, coming out from behind the chesterfield.

"Oh!" he wailed, dropping to his knees in front of Harry "Please don't tell anyone! I'll give you anything!" he moaned.

"Anything?" Hermione asked.

Edgar nodded

"Anything at all?" Ron asked

Edgar nodded again

"Anything in the world?" Ginny asked.

"Yes! Anything at all! Anything!" he sputtered.

"Then you'll stop writing made up lies in the Prophet or the we'll make sure that millions of people know your greatest fears." Harry threatened

Edgar nodded again.

"And, we'll have a little chat to your boss about what you've been writing." Ginny added.

Edgar only nodded continuously because it seemed to be the only thing he was capable of doing.

"Oh! -Harry looked as though a thought had just struck him- and you'll be writing an apology to everyone about all of the articles you've written lately."

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Edgar just nodded the whole while they where there, then, when they finally left and apparated home Harry remarked "That wasn't as fun as I thought it would be."

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