Heya everyone. This is my first story so please, please, please review! I need to know if it is any good. I hope you don't mind the cliffhanger too much but I want you to read on! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters! I wish I did! Chapter one. Harry

It was a normal night in December, peaceful and calm. The snow was slowly blanketing the window in a soft whiteness blocking out the night outside. From his four-poster bed Harry lay in a daze, thinking, thinking about all that had happened and all that was about to happen. Hedwig was dozing with her head under her wing and all was silent, except for Neville who's snores were much quieter than usual. As Harry lay there, there was only one thing he could think about. Hermione. It had all happened so fast, and yet somehow it all felt right. He loved her and she loved him, simple really. But the only problem was that he couldn't seem to stop thinking of her. She was like his oxygen; he needed her to be near him, he couldn't live without her. He wondered, wondered if she felt the same.

He also had the daunting prospect of leaving Hogwarts, for being in his seventh year he would soon have to leave the one place he could call home. Leaving Hogwarts would mean leaving the only place he knew he was safe in behind. Where would he go? The Weasleys? Mrs Weasley would be delighted to have him and living with Ron would be great. But they could hardly afford to feed themselves let alone have another, and he knew that she would never accept money from him. Grimmauld Place? No, even seeing the house gave him memories of Sirius. He couldn't live in the hell that drove his godfather to his death. What could he do?

Sleep! He really needed to sleep. But with all these restless thoughts in his mind it was hopeless so he resigned to it and decided to see Hermione. She was the only person who could calm his thoughts. He opened his curtains and crept out of the dormitory down to the common room, which was still lit by a dying fire. The common room was a circular room that was filled with comfy armchairs and could only be described as being cosy. As Harry walked in the thought of leaving hit him harder than ever and he quickened his pace to a mirror in the corner of the room. This mirror was completely unremarkable, framed in cheap gold plating that was chipping in several places and unless you wanted to see yourself 10 times fatter it was also completely useless, unless you knew what it really was. Once he reached it Harry spoke the secret password and it opened to reveal a secret passage way. This was common in Hogwarts, since it was a school for magic, however only two people knew this particular passage. Harry and Hermione. Hermione had made it previously in the year so that if Harry needed her he could get into the girls dormitory. Boys were not allowed in there because the founders of the school thought girls trustworthier than boys. The door to the dormitory was booby trapped so that if a boy tried to enter it the staircase would emit a loud noise and squirt the boy with liberal amounts of ever-wet water. Not only did this alert the founders, it also caused great embarrassment to the boy in question. This passage however bypassed the trap. As Harry entered the passage he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise and his scar twinged painfully. He sprinted down the passage and practically broke the door down as he ran into the dormitory. He knew, he knew even before he entered the room. She was gone.

Hermione

Hermione lay in her bed, with her curtains drawn. She had her head in a huge moth-eaten book that looked as if it contained everything that there was to know about the world in its small fragile pages. The wand light she was reading from was soft and made her feel very sleepy, but she couldn't sleep! There were only five months till her NEWTS and she had so much to revise! There was no way she was going to fail them! Her bushy hair was tickling her cheek gently and she felt so warm and cosy…Wake up! She was so nearly asleep that she didn't hear the swish of a cloak as someone crept into the dormitory. Suddenly she felt as if she had been hit on the head with a brick, she fell into blackness and someone's waiting arms….

Harry

He flew into the dormitory and then froze. He couldn't move. He stared into the face of Lucius Malfoy, which was twisted in to an evil sneer. His long white hair was billowing in the wind that had swept in through the open window, like skeletal arms and in his arms lay Hermione, who looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven, her face illuminated by Harry's wand. He struggled and struggled but he was powerless. Lucius took a step towards him and whispered quietly

" Kiss her goodbye Potter, you are never going to see her again"

And he dangled her just out of his reach. He laughed evilly in his ear and kissed her one the forehead. Harry looked into her eyes for one last time and then they were gone….

The morning light blazed painfully into the dormitory as the first of the girls began to stir from their peaceful slumber. Parvati rubbed the sleep from her eyes and opened her curtains to find Harry frozen in mid air with his wand raised. She screamed. And she wasn't the only one. The owls outside were making an awful racket, in a crazed panic they were flying in a whirlwind of feathers and talons. All the girls began screaming in a panic of confusion. The sound was ear splitting, but Harry didn't care. The only thought that penetrated his mind even when professor Dumbledore was unfreezing him was that Hermione was gone, gone and it was all his fault. He crumpled to the ground and wept, wept while the dark mark was over Hogwarts.