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Author's Note: Hello my lovely's!...i hope everyone's been doing well. I've been trying to get all of this story line's little kink's worked out and that's why it take o long for me to update. I'm kinda running out of insperation (there goes that ADD again!) but that does NOT mean I am stopping!...it just means it'll take long for me to update...I have to be in that certian 'mood' to write. Yes...I know, i'm such a picky author!...hehe...but while you're bussy waiting for me to update, go check out Adalee Bishop's work. And there's a new writer coming up! Her name's emmie elizabeth and from the work she's let me read, ya'll are in for a real treat!...but she hasn't posted her story yet i dont think. But i'll tell ya'll when she has. So enough of my talking...my i present...chappy...what?...4?...5?...i dont know...I was never good in math anyway!...hehe!...anyway, just enjoy!

The Trucks

Yeah, she had promised him. But she broke most of the promises she made. Her promise to always stay by Dumbledore's side. Her promise to not let love get in the way of her job. Her promise to always keep promises. And she knew she would break them. Promises were made to be broken, just like hearts, just like precious things. But she had promised Grey she'd get him some decent clothes, and she was going to do her best to keep it.

Cause he was different. She saw something in this little boy that reminded her of something. A time. A place. A feeling. Something that she'd lost or forgotten or a memory from somewhere. The boy made her feel like she had finally found what she had been looking for. And yet, she still didn't know what it was. No. She was doing it again. She was letting her emotions get to her. She was caring. She hadn't cared in a long time. She didn't care about the people around her. The filthy muggles that would soon destroy their world with the dirty gases from their cars and factories. She didn't care about the night or the day or if the world spun one more time for her. She didn't care if she died. She'd been wishing she was dead for a long time now. But she was never lucky enough to step infront of that one fateful wand. And for that, she was a proven coward.

The rain poured harder outside the dirty window. The sun had finally lost the battle. It always did. There hadn't been one sunny day since The War began. Since tha day Harry and Voldemort had their battle on their 7th year at Hogwarts. Harry wasn't the Horcrux. It had all been a mistake. Everything. All of Harry's suffering. All of Voldemort's plans. All of it.

And now, after collecting all the clues, they had found him. The real Horcrux. And it had come to them in the form of a little boy. No older than nine. The key to the magical Horcrux's was that the magic selected the last Horcrux. The last was unknown even to the wizard. The magic did the work. And that was the darkness that not even Voldemort knew. The magic was a thing of its own.

"Listen," Hermione said sternly. She was in no mood to play around, "You stay here. Right in this spot, ya hear? If I come back and you're gone, Heaven only know's what I'll do to you! Got it?"

She dragged the boy over a chair and sat him in it. She could feel him shaking with fear in her hands. She let go her tight grip. Why did he have to be so scared? She suddenly, too, became afraid. For some unknown reason, she felt like something was wrong. Something she couldn't control was wrong. She felt like a stranger in her own skin and had to turn away from the boy. She couldn't watch him cry. Tears were emotion, and she had to forever be a stranger to those. Emotions made everything go wrong. She had learned that first hand.

"Fine," she spat, "Come on! I couldn't trust you by yourself even if I tried!" she trailed off in a ramble of swearing. The boy jumped from the seat and imidiately was by her side. And then, she came to the realiezation of her fear. Just like her, the little boy didn't want to be left alone...

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"Listen to me boy," Hermione whispered harshly as they both ducked through the low trees and scampered on, "Don't look at anyone, talk to anyone...who am I kidding, you don't ever talk...and especially don't wander off! Break these rules, and I'll break you're butt!"

Grey continued to look at her with a blank expression, which she had come to guess that that ment he understood.

"Good," she said in a nod, "Now, stay close. Act totally natural, ok?"

The two came out into a clearing of what was left of a town. Diagon Alley was now, nothing more than a heep of very, very shabby houses, made of the debris of war. Everything was rubble and soot with destroyed buildings arranged in mountinous piles. In the center was a massive crowd of people gathering around 3 loading trucks. One for clothes, one for food, one for basic supplies. The noises from the crowd became more distinct as they drew closer to the choas. People were now animals, grabbing anything they could get their hands on. The mud at their feet caused them to slip and slide, as their packages flew from their arms and landed into anothers lucky grasp.

"QUIET!" and officer shouted. And much to no one's surprise the crowd did not seise. He finally got fed up, pulled out his wand and placed it at his neck.

"QUIET!" his voice echoed through the grey-ish landscape, "EVERYONE, I REPEAT, EVERYONE FORM AN ORDERLY, SINGLE-FILE LINE TO EACH OF THE TRUCKS. YOU WILL GET YOU'RE SUPPLIES! THIS WILL ALL WORK OUT FINE IF YOU COOPERATE! IF YOU DON'T, YOU CAN DEAL WITH ME AND MY OTHER OFFICER BUDDIES HERE! GOT IT EVERYONE?"he annouced threateningly. He soon had to begin whipping everyone into shape with hexes and told them he wasn't kidding around.

"DO I NEED TO GET A DICTIONARY FOR ANYONE? SINGLE-FILE LINE MEANS 'ONE BEHIND THE OTHER'!"

"What can I do ya for miss?...Miss?...Excuse me, Miss?"

Grey pulled on Hermione's shirt and she came back into reality. She'd been completely zoned out and obviously didn't know she was next in line. She thought she saw someone. They were in the far back of the line. An excited yet sickening feeling came over her. More of a shock that he could have found her this quickly...But... She shook the thought from her head. It wasn't him. It was impossible...

"Umm, we'll need a set of clothes for me, and one for my...ahh..."

"Son?" the man finished.

"Oh...Yes! My..my son! Sorry, I'm not feeling well today, you'll have to excuse me sir..." Hermione lied, almost too enthusiastic to agree.

The kind man handed her the clothes and she and the boy made their way over to the food and supplies trucks. She was handed a few potatoes, a bag of rice, some beans, a few bags of dried berries, scissors, a small knife, a bit of rope, matches and some neddle and thread. She hurriedly stuffed them in her sack and grabbed tight of the boy's arm. There was something in the air. She could sense that something was going to happen. She had been at this for almost ten years straight. Day and Night. She knew when things were about to happen. She quickened her pace and dragged the boy along. He tried to keep up with her's and didn't flinch anymore at her touch.

"Miss? Where are you going in such a hurry?" A voice called behind her. She didn't turn around.

"Miss? Miss?"

"Yes?" she finally stopped and answered, and when she did, she regreted it. Her eyes met a firmilar green and her heart dropped.

"I think you have something of mine..." Harry said slyily, raising his wand. The officers from the trucks backed him up.

"Well, Potter, looks like you aren't the goody-two-shoes I though you were...one against seven? Well, that's not a fair fight is it?" Hermione said cooly.

Grey though, was shaking in her grip again. It wasn't fear of her this time. It was the fear of them, and that made her angry.

"Run...run towards the woods. Don't stop...no matter what you hear don't look behind you and don't stop running. Get as far away from here as you can...got it?" she whispered to the boy soothingly. She slowly whipped a tear from his face.

"Guess I'll have to take them out first!" She shouted to Harry, and then she screamed to Grey, "Go!...Run!"

With a few flicks of her wand and a few jerks of her trusty blade, every officer was down and the boy hadn't even taken ten steps.

"Well that wasn't very nice, 'Mione," Harry said playfully asthough she were a little girl .

"Call me 'Mione' again and this blade's goin' through your neck,"

There was a silent moment.

"'Mione..." Harry said cooly and a smirk evilly crept along his face.

He didn't know what hit him when a spell made him fly across the truck yard. People started running in panic towards anywhere but there. He muttered a few choice words before rising.

"Look there Harry, you just got beat by a girl. Now, what would Fred and George think if I went and told them that?" Hermione sneered with her hand proped causally on her hip.

"If you just give me what I want, we can end this little cat and mouse game. It's been going on for years. Let's say you step out of the way and let me get the boy and everything will be honky-dory again, aye?" Harry barganed.

"How about we don't?" and another flash of light blasted into Harry's chest."Potter, don't make me bring out the big guns..."

"EXPELLIRAMOUS!" Harry shouted, catching her off guard. She jumped out of the way as the spell it a tree instead of her, knocking the giant structure down. It snapped with a earsplitting crack and everyone dodged out of the way.

"You got some bad aim, Potter," Hermione joked as she appeared out of nowhere from behind him. But he whiped around and shot a paralization spell into her stomache. She dropped to the ground instantly. Her gaze was frozen to his.

"Don't make me do this, Hermione," Harry pleaded. She could see the pain in his peridot eyes. "Just tell me where the boy is and this'll all be over. No one has to get hurt..." he held a knife to her neck. She knew he wouldn't do it, and she wasn't afriad. Death didn't scare her. Death was the only comfort she had left.

Before Harry knew what was happening, Hermione started fading from his grasp. Almost in a ghost like form. She laughed as she apparated away...