Hermione opened the letter as the owl that delivered it flew away. She smiled as she saw Shayne's name on the top. Sitting down on Ginny's bed she unfolded it and began to read it.

Dear Hermione

I know I haven't contacted you in ages since our last meeting and I appolgise for my rudeness on that matter. You have of course head my recent capture of the Death Eater Belletrix Lestrange and read all kinds of stories in the local papers reguarding this issue. Hermione I have something to tell you , something I have kept secret for all thse years and I beg you not to think bad of me , when I reveal it to you. I think it best that I start at the beggining.

When I was fifteen I had arrived home from Hogwarts school for the Christmas. I was in my room one night when my Mother and I were attacked by a group of Death Eaters sent to my village to kill all the muggleborns. We were chased out of the house and into the street where they tortured my Mother. One of the Death Eaters stepped forward and killed her right in front of me. I pulled down his hood and I saw the face of my Father. The man who I had believed to be good and true , he had just killed my Mother and so I. Oh Hermione I dont know how to say this , but I killed him on the spot and I ran for it. I made a life for myself , I studied hard , obeyed my Uncle and I behaved well in School. I never thought that my past would come to haunt me until these past few weeks when Belletrix Lestrange showed up on my doorstep demanding that I help Voldemort or that she would blacken my na,me within the ministry. I tricked her and eventually stunned her , I called the Aurors and we took her to Askaban Prison , where she currently lies. I also removed the memory of my Fathers death from her mind.

Hermione I commited a foul act and so I sorted everything out. I admitted to killing my Father all those years ago and I also revealed the fact that he was a servent of Voldemort. The ministry decided not to jail me on the fact that I had helped catch some of the prisoners in Askaban. I did however lose my job and my name has been blackened in that place forever. They agreed not to reveal it to the press as I feared the impact it would have on my uncle would be too great for him to take, I will now work anymore in the bookstore as all my NEWTS cant even save me now. I wish that you do not judge me on this Hermione. I believed in my present state of mind at the time that I was saving everyone from a great evil by killing him, I hate the way life can be so unfair , he killed my Mother , I punished him for it and yet now my life has been ruined.

I didn't have to tell you this Hermione as the truth will never be made public , but I felt you had a right to know. I really liked meeting you , you amazed me with your inteligence and gentle understanding of people. I just wish we could have had more time together. All the best Hermione and I do hope you make some fantastic choices in your life for the future..

With Love

Shayne.

Tears stained the letter as Hermione left it down. She grabbed her wand and her bag and ran out of the room and downstairs. Ron pulled her by the hand as she ran by.

" Let go " she cried as she ran over to Mrs Weasley.

" Hermione Whats wrong?"

Mrs Weasley stood up. " Is everything alright Hermione?"

Hermione wiped away her tears. " Mrs Weasley I was wondering if I could use some flu powder. I have an errand to run in Diagon Alley."

" Of course dear. But ...are you okay."

" I'm fine " lied Hermione. " I just need to get this done. Please it's urgent."

She nodded. " Of course you can. Go on...you know how to do it."

Hermione nodded and left.