Disclamer: Harry Potter is not mine! Why do I have to keep telling you that?

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A/N this is only part on of this chapter, the next part will be up around….next Friday or so, I didn't want to keep anymore from you, so here it is….

Harry fell in slow motion into the memory, he was in a white waiting room; once again he was seated next to Hermione. She was still dressed in her black cloths, they seemed to be damp from the rain and she was covered in bandages. Harry then looked around and realized that he was in a muggle hospital; the white walls gleamed with un-natural brightness. He recognized the smell. It was the smell of cleanliness to the extreme; nothing like St. Mungo's.

Hermione starred down into her lap, arms drooping at the sides. Two doctors suddenly burst out of the turquoise double doors in front of Hermione.

"Miss Granger-" she looked up slowly and Harry caught sight of her face; he eyes were weary with tiredness and extremely sunken in to give her face a hollow appearance.

She waited momentarily for the doctor to say something but hesitantly he turned away and pulled his companion aside.

"What should we do?" he asked in a hurried whisper. Harry got up and moved closer to listen to the doctors.

"What do you mean 'What should we do?'"

"Well I mean- Look at it this way: You're on your way to your grandparent's funeral, get into a car crash and then the next day, your parents are dead! How am I supposed to tell her that!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Quit your bickering- I'll tell her" he turned to face Hermione simultaneously to Harry and the found that her seat was empty, Harry unlike the doctors who shrugged and turned away advanced to a nearby window to find Hermione running across the Hospital parking lot into a dark ally way. He followed her and found her sitting curled with her knees drawn up to her chest; she shook and he realized that she was crying. With no physical comfort to spare he watched her for sometime until she got up again and wiped her face. She moved right around the corner and stopped in front of a red stoop; someone had beckoned her.

"Got a name?" a young looking man asked

"Hermione" she whispered so low that it was barley audible. She looked up slightly and

noticed that there were two other guys and three other girls, one of them who had very

long black hair; she asked if Hermione was a runaway, she nodded.

"Why don' ya chill 'er for a while?" asked the 1st guy. Hermione looked unsure in the beginning but then once again she slowly nodded and the man rose from his seat and extended his hand.

"I'm Rich, and you are… quiet apparently, but your name love?"

Obviously he didn't listen to well.

"Hermione" she said again.

"Right then, Sicily… take'er up stairs and give her some invests"

The girl with the long black hair got up and gestured for Hermione to follow. They,
including Harry, entered the broken down house in front of them. The house or what seemed an apartmet building was extreamly broken down. Harry noted the black scorches along the outer bricks, the borded up windows and the gloominess was very apparent just from the outside. As they entered the foyer Hermione shivered, she was beginning to have second thoughts…She was on her way to recklessness, is this what she wanted? She had nothing left to live for anyways…

A/N Hoped you liked what you got coz that's what u got's 4 now! Please kindly r/r, it lets me know what to do w/my story and it lets me know if you like it or not! )

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