Everyone's POV

Harry woke up an hour later in a room of St. Mungo's. Turning over he saw Hermione in the bed next to him, still unconscious, but alive.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. You're awake." A woman nodded toward him and continued watering the flower on the windowsill. She was about Proffesser McGonnagal's age and had jet black hair with grey eyes. "I was wondering when you would wake up."

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"When Ms. Granger started breathing again you fainted and hit you're head. But I guess we have you to thank for bringing her back to life now, don't we?" He took a sip of water from the nightstand as she walked on to the next plant she continued. "It reminds me of when I was you're age. Excitement, adventure, love,"

Harry nearly choked. "WHAT! I don't love Hermione. She's just my best friend. That's all."

The woman smiled. "Whatever you say Mr. Potter. But I must say you did give you're friend quite a scare."

"She woke up?"

"Not she, he. Mr. Weasley was quite frightened when he learned that you were unconscious as well. Nearly gave him a heart attack. That and the news of Ms. Granger nearly dying left him feeling quite overwhelmed."

"Where is he? Can I see him?"

"Of course. I'll send for him right now." She hurried out the door and Harry sat up and tried to get out of bed. But when he stood up he felt a rush that left him feeling dizzy and quite nauseous so he laid back down in the comfort of the blanket.

Not a moment later, Ron raced in, nearly knocking down the door in the process. "Harry! You're okay!" He paused for a moment and his eyes widened as he looked at Harry. "I mean, you are okay right? Nothing serious?"

"Nothing serious Ron." Harry repeated. "Are you okay? The nurse, well I think she's a nurse, said you nearly had a heart attack when they told you."

Ron's expression turned to a mix of surprise and shock. "That's only because a nurse before that had told me Hermione was dead! How d'you think I felt when my best friend accuses me of not writing for the summer, I don't tell her my reasons for not writing, and then I learn she's dead? I was in shock! Then of course another nurse comes and says "Oh, she's not dead." So I'm really confused. Then someone tells me you've just hit you're head and've been admitted to the hospital after having a huge fit and leaving me feeling like you've went and become a complete git!" He shouted.

"Ron! Calm down mate. If I'd known I'd've acted like that, well, I don't even know why I did, to be honest." Harry scooted back as Ron sat on the edge of his bed. Tracing a circle with his finger on the blanket he stared away from Harry's face.

"Harry, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Will you be completely honest?"

"I'll try."

Ron's voice went down to a whisper. "I want to know what happened before Hermione, well, before she…you know." He trailed of looking uncomfortable. "I knew she was in the room with you. I just thought you guys were catching up. You know."

Harry looked at Hermione. She seemed to look scared as she slept. "I can't tell you Ron."

"Why? Are you afraid I'll find out anyway? What can you tell her that you can't tell me!" Harry turned to face him Ron's face was flushed with anger. His eyes seemed to glow with resentment, hating every inch of Harry at that moment.

"Ron, I think you need to leave and calm down."

"NO HARRY! I'm not leaving until I find out what exactly you were doing with the girl I love!" Ron's eyes widened as he realized what he had said. "I mean, my best…best friend. My best friend." He stammered.

"Save it and just go."

Ron quickly left room, apparently relieved for the chance to get away. Harry sighed and leaned back into the pillows when he heard Hermione stir next to him. "No, no!" She murmured, still asleep. Harry slowly got up and walked over to her. Gently, he shook her awake.

"Hermione, it's okay. It's all a dream. You're alright. Everything's fine. You're safe." He murmured soothingly.

She slowly opened her eyes. "Harry!" She gasped. "We have to go! Hurry! He's after us!" She threw off the blankets and jumped up only to feel dizzy and fall into Harry's arms once again. "Where are we?" She cried quietly, her head laid gently on Harry's chest. He sat her down against himself on her bed.

Rocking her back and forth he said quietly "It's alright, Hermione. We're in St. Mungo's. You're safe. Everything's going to be okay. It was just a nightmare. It's not real."

"No, Harry. It was real." Hermione said regaining her senses. Gently pushing him away she sat up straight. "He killed them, Harry. My parents' are dead." She broke down again. Tears streamed down her face and she leaned against him, crying on his shoulder. "I've got to go tell them." Standing up while leaning heavily on Harry, Hermione walked the length of the room to the door. Harry opened it and they walked into the lobby where the entire Weasley family and the Order of the Phoenix greeted them, relieved.

Harry saw Moody, Tonks, Lupin, all the Weasley's, Fleur, Hagrid, and a few other people occupied the over-crowded waiting room.

"Oh, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley tried to rush forward but was restrained by her husband. He saw the seriousness on Harry's face and figured it was no happy reunion. Hugging Hermione close to him Harry said "We need to speak to Professer Lupin. Privatly." He added seeing Ron start to get up. Lupin followed them back into the room where Harry helped Hermione sit down before sitting next to her. Lupin sat across from them on Harry's bed looking grim.

"Hermione. There's something you should know."

Hermione was shaking. She seemed to be in shock at what she had seen. In a shaky voice she started to talk to Lupin. "I know. They're dead. Voldemort murdered them."

Long chapter! Yay! How does Hermione know! Are they? Or aren't they? Oo Read on and find out! Please review! Thanks to deniche for reviewing.

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