Disclaimer: Uh, sorry, no… I don't own JK Rowling's stuff. : (

Author's note: It's been so long but here it finally is!


Previously: "Okay, well, I'll be right back to take you to school," she tiptoed to her room. Leaning to Derek's ear she whispered, "I'll be back. I'm taking my brother to school."

"Mmmm…" was all he said.

Chapter Five: Magical

"His name is Draco Malfoy," she was the first to speak during the walk to her brother's school.

"That boy!"

"He's in hiding."

"He's the boy that mocked you for all those years!"

"Uh… well…"

"You're actually being civilized to him?"

"Yes, Sebastian, I am! If it's a mistake, it's one I have to make. You can only protect me as much as I can you. Don't you see that? I have to make my decisions. So do you… I'm just here to help…"

It was silent until Sebastian asked, "Did the bastard hit you?"

"Do you mean father?"

"Yes."

"Then, yes, he did but as long as it wasn't you, everything's okay."

"It's not your decision of who gets hit. If it is me, so be it!"

"I will not let him hit you!"

"It's going to happen. If he hits you, you won't be around forever. Even if he doesn't, you're going away to school and then you're going to have to get a job… maybe in the wizarding world."

"And you'll come with me… attend Hogwarts. We'll always be together," they arrived. "Now, go to class."

"Okay…" he hugged her. She kissed his forehead and left. When she got to her house, a not was on her bed.

Sorry, had to go, was all it said. She smiled and left the house once more. She ambled to the end of the street. After knocking excessively, she let herself in. "Emma?" she called. She stepped into the kitchen and a scream escaped her lips. Her legs gave beneath her, dropping her into a puddle of blood. "Emma!" she shrieked. Crawling, she fumbled to grab the phone off the counter. She dialed the number to the town's hospital.

"Hello, may I help you?" a desk assistant answered.

"Emma… blood… dying… help," she choked out each word, gasping for breath.

An ambulance arrived in minutes. They put Emma on a stretcher. Hermione followed them and jumped into the van before the door was shut. She felt like she wasn't breathing. Tears streamed down her face.

"Emma…" she whispered under her breath.


They had Emma as stabilized as she could be. Hermione was holding Emma's hand and crying silently. "Why…" it was more of a statement than a question.

Deciding she wanted to know, Hermione place a hand to Emma's forehead. The emotions in Hermione's eyes vacated as her soul was sucked into Emma's memory.

Emma was holding a piece of paper. Tears formed in shatter eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Emma's mother, Staci, asked gruffly.

"Daddy… he's died."

"What?" Staci yelled.

"He's dead!"

"Don't say it like it's my fault, you fool."

"It is your fault! You drove him away, being such a bitchy whore!"

"How dare you!" Staci knocked Emma across the head and went to her room. Emma hit the counter from impact. She waited for her mother to leave. The moment Staci left, Emma grabbed a knife. She cut her wrists vertically first, between the two rises. Then, she continued horizontally, slicing her skin furiously.

Hermione could feel the pain Emma felt… feel the cuts… feel the blood oozing down her arm.

Emma fainted.

Hermione suppressed a scream as her soul re-entered her body.

"I always knew you were magical," Emma rasped.

"Emma…."

"Goodbye, Hermione." A machine by Emma's bed fell into a straight beep, signing her death.

"No!" Hermione's voice was quieter than she expected. "Emma…" she croaked.

"I'm sorry, deary, you must leave." A nurse escorted Hermione into the waiting room.

Hermione had someone call her a cab. She told him her address. He dropped her off and she paid him, watching him drive away afterwards. Turning, she began to prepare to go inside. She didn't make it. Emotions overwhelmed her mind. She fell to her knees at the end of her driveway. Pulling her knees to her chest, she cried silently.


Derek looked out the front window of his house, believing to have heard a car pull by. He noticed a girl sitting on the edge of Hermione's driveway. He walked outside and toward Hermione's house, quickening his pace when he saw it was Hermione herself. "Hermione! What's wrong?" She didn't say anything so he simply hugged her close.
Ginny Weasley flooed to Hermione's house, "Hermione?" she called. She checked all of the rooms, outback, and then, she went to the front. "Well, Hermione, should I come back later?" she smirked as she walked to the end of the driveway. "Oh, Hermione… what's wrong and who are you?"

"Derek, I moved in across the street. She's not talking."

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's not talking," he reiterated.

"Right… we best take her to Harry… and Ron. Come on, Hermione. It's alright."

Derek helped her pick Hermione up and take her to the fireplace. Ginny grabbed a pinch of powder from her pouch. "The Burrow!" she yelled, throwing it down.

Harry and Ron were in the living room, awaiting Hermione's arrival but not expecting the devastated girl that appeared.

"Harry, Ron… help," Ginny begged.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry jumped towards her. He took her in his arms.

She wiggled out of his arms, shrieking, "Just leave me alone!" and running to the room she knew she'd be staying in. She fell to the ground for the third time that day, not bothering to shut the door. "Ahh!" she yelled, angry tears pouring from her eyes. She dashed to the dresser, grabbing picture frames and throwing the. She threw everything in easy reach, trashing the room.

When she dropped to a sitting position on the bed, Harry moved into the room. He hugged her close, stroking her hair. Hermione… please… tell me what's wrong," he implored.

"Harry…" she sobbed. "Harry, she's gone."

"Who's gone, Hermione, who?"

"Emma… Emma's gone."

"What do you mean… 'gone'?"

"She… she killed herself, Harry. She killed herself, and I saw her die!"


Author's note: Finally, it has arrived. Mmkay, I'm up past my bedtime so please be appreciative and review. I expect at least 10 for this story too. ; )

Okay, love you all,

Heather.