Hey peeps. Look, I'm really really sorry that it took me this long to update. I've been really busy and just haven't had time. Especially the last three weeks. I've been studying for my drivingtheory test but now that that's over,I can update at least onceand write a lot over Christmas now.

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Miss Anonymous hp Yes Remus does transform on his own. He decided it would be safer. It was the only way to hide what he was. Even after all that's happened, people still distrust werewolves

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It's the book Sirius gave us in the library, and this." Ron thrust the cloak in James' face. "This is Hermione's cloak."

There was silence and then Lily said reassuringly,

"Now, don't worry boys. She could have just left them here."

"NO!" cried Ron. "You don't know her like we do." Why was he getting so worked up about Hermione's cloak? He didn't evenknow where she was.

"The very idea of leaving a book and her cloak…" said Ron.

"Ron, calm down," said Harry calmly. "Take a few deep breaths. Hmm. The Weasley temper. Interesting."

Harry looked at Lily.

"Something's happened to her, and Sirius too I'll bet." Dumbledore tried to interrupt so Harry pointed his wand and glared threateningly at the old man. Dumbledore wisely kept his silence.

"NO. LISTEN. Hermione's obsessed with books and goes mad when anything of hers is misplaced. She yelled at me for ages last year because I accidentally left a few of MY books in the library." Harry put a lot of emphasis on the word my. "They had my name in soMadame...er, thelibrarian or anyone else who found them would be able to return them to me. Hermione had a fit. It was quite funny actually. She," Harry stopped. He was getting off topic. "She'd never leave a book, especially this one lying around. I don't even know why she was here."

"Don't worry. I'm sure she's fine. She'll be with Sirius wherever she is. They're around here some–" Lily stopped, for the first time noticing the absence of the cell guard.

"Sweetheart, who's on guard duty?" Lily asked James.

James' face creased up in thought.

"Ummm…Fred Weasley I think. Why?"

"James, do you see him anywhere?" asked Lily.

James gazed around expectantly.

"Ummm…No," he said stupidly.

Lily raised her eyebrows at her husband.

Ron and Harry ignored the proceedings and sat down on the floor with Ron hugging the book and the cloak tight to him.

Both boys knew in their hearts that something had happened to Hermione. They didn't have any idea how they would get James, Lily, (Harry still couldn't think of them as mum and dad) and everybody else to believe them. Everybody who lived in these caves thought their defences impregnable and believed everyone was safe. Harry and Ron knew from experience that no matter how safe you think something is there's always somebody else who can find a way through. Harry knew they were wrong. They put too much faith in their magic and not enough in their brains. Harry knew from experience that magic could be deceiving.

Harry put his hand on the floor for more support. He immediately drew it back, his hand dripping with a warm, wet liquid. Harry stared down at his hand and stopped dead still.

Ron noticed the sudden change in his friend.

"Harry, what's up.

Harry remained motionless.

"Harry?"

Ron hit his friend on the arm to get his attention. Harry was knocked out of his stupor. Ron jumped back in alarm as Harry leapt up, yelling VERY loudly. The six adults stared at him, stunned. Ron looked up, afraid his friend had gone mad.

"HARRY!" he bellowed, standing up. "WHAT'S WRONG?"

"BLOOD!" yelled Harry.

Ron's eyes widened.

"BLOOD," repeated Harry. "There's blood down there."

"What? Let me see," said Remus in surprise.

Remus walked over and knelt down next to the spot that Harry was pointing at.

"It is blood," said Remus softly, without turning around.

Remus spoke very quietly and a pale yellow light gently drifted out the end of his wand. It hovered over the blood and then began slowly twisting and turned down to mix with the blood. The yellow light weaved slowly in and out of the red liquid, leaving a golden trail in its wake. It got faster and faster, weaving and twisting and turning until it seemed as if the red blood itself had turned yellow.

After several minutes the golden glow faded and the yellow light receded back into the wand. The blood turned back to its original colour as the light left it.

"Remus closed his eyes and then inhaled and exhaled very slowly. He wasprocessing the information his pale yellow light had given him. He was silent for a few moments before his eyes snapped op ad he spun around.

"What?" said Lily anxiously. "Whose is it?"

Remus stared sadly at Harry and Ron.

"It's Hermione's."


There was a loud bang followed by a crash, echoing around the enclosed room. A pale light filtered through a gap in the small barred window, illuminating three unmoving figures on the floor. A shadow crossed outside, momentarily blocking out the light from the room. It was back and then quickly blotted out again, as if somebody outside didn't want the three captives to have any source of light. The light didn't appear again.

Amidst the silent overpowering darkness of the room, a quiet moaning could be heard. The three people in the room were slowly and painfully regaining consciousness.

"Ohhhh," moaned one. It was a man.

"Ahhh," groaned another. It was another male voice.

"Oh my leg," moaned the last. It was a female voice.

Very painstakingly slowly the three figures pulled themselves into an upright position against the wall.

The tallest figure looked around intently, trying to focus on the other two figures with unfocused eyes. It was a losing battle as it was too dark to see much. The figure spoke instead.

"Are you kids alright?"

"Yeah," replied the other male. "No worse off than after what Pettigrew did."

"Hermione," the man said again. "Are you okay?"

"No," moaned Hermione. "I can't move or feel my leg. It feels really wet. The floor's wet around my leg too."

Shuffling could be heard as the older man carefully made his way over to where Hermione's voice had come from.

"Hermione, reach out your hands and I will try to find them," said the man.

"Okay Sirius." Hermione stuck out her hands, hoping that Sirius would find her soon.

Strong arms latched onto hers and she drew him closer so that he was next to her.

"Hermione, put my hands to where you're hurt. I can't see very much so I don't know what I'm looking for."

Hermione gripped Sirius' hands and gently placed them on her leg just below her knee.

"You're bleeding!" exclaimed Sirius. And then as an afterthought added, "A lot." He must have never heard of a certain little thing called tact that is usuallyused in situations such as this.

"Is she alright?" asked the third occupant of the room.

"No Fred, she isn't. Do you still have your cloak? Hermione lost hers and I, for some strange reason, forgot to bring one with me.

"Yeah…but…it's dads."

"Fred," said Sirius warningly.

"Fine," sighed Fred. "Where are you?"

Sirius looked around to see if there were any little landmarks inside the room. He noticed the little window, about ten feet from where he was sitting.

"Look at the window. We're ten feet in a diagonal line from that window."

Fred then proceeded to make a lot of noise and fuss ad he unfastened his cloak. It was very obvious to both Hermione and Sirius that he did not want to give up his cloak. Sirius didn't care. He needed that cloak and by god that boy was going to give it to him.

"Here," snapped Fred, throwing his cloak in the general direction that Sirius had said he was in.

Sirius held out his arms, ready to catch it. The cloak missed Sirius' hands altogether and instead landed on his head, completely blocking out what little light there was.

"Hey," cried Sirius.

"Sirius," said Hermione softly. She was having trouble staying conscious. Hermione felt very ill and very cold.

Sirius went to his task with a will. He tore the cloak into strips, fifteen centimetres wide. Fred cringed as he heard what was happening to his precious cloak. Sirius then began carefully wrapping the strips around Hermione's leg like a bandage. As he tied the last strip of cloth around the injured girl's leg, Sirius heard loud footsteps above them, gradually getting closer and closer.

"Fred, come over here," said Sirius urgently.

Fred could tell something was wrong so he slowly got to his hands and knees and crawled in the direction he had thrown his wonderful cloak to Sirius.

Fred put his hand down in a wet liquidy substance. It was Hermione's blood and there was a lot of it. Fred moved slightly to the right for that was where he knew Sirius was sitting.

The footsteps were very close. Sirius could hear about three or four pairs of feet.

Hermione whimpered in pain. Her leg had now gone completely numb. She could feel the blood swilling around her. She realised she had lost a lot of blood. Too much really for a person who couldn't have a transfusion at the moment. As it was so dark, Hermione couldn't tell if the bandages on her leg were doing any good in stopping the bleeding.

Hermione gave a little scream and her head lolled sideways as she collapsed into a dead faint.

"Hermione!" said Sirius, only hearing her scream.

He leant forwards and, upon seeing Hermione's prone form, tried frantically to revive her. Fred just sat against the wall feeling useless because there was nothing he could do without getting in the way.

Fred's head spun towards the door. He could hear the sot rumble of voices outside but could discern what they were saying. Then there was the jangle of metal, probably keys, reasoned Fred.

"Sirius," he said urgently, but quietly.

"Not now, Fred," snapped Sirius, still trying to revive Hermione.

Fred listened quietly again. He heard loud footsteps as they turned towards the door.

"But there's–," began Fred.

"Fred, not now!" snapped Sirius again. He was getting angry. He couldn't revive Hermione without a wand and Fred was insisting on interrupting him.

"–people outside," finished Fred.

"Fred!…Hold on…What?" asked Sirius, turning around. He couldn't wake up Hermione. Sirius decided it would probably be much better for her to not be aware of how much pain the blood loss was causing

"There's people outside," repeated Fred.

A key was pushed into the lock on the door. He was surprised to see that the door was on the wall that he had been laying against. There was a loud click,followed by a voice muttering something and then the door was flung open.

Sirius and Fred shied away from the glare of the light outside. When they were able to look clearly into the doorway they could see three black-robed figures illuminated in the door. Sirius and Fred barely had time to register this fact before three "Stupefy's" were heard and three jets of brilliant red light shot out of the end of each wand.

Two sauntered forwards whilst the third stood guard in the doorway. Silently, the two figures picked up the unconscious form of Fred Weasley and half dragged; half carried him out of the room. The remaining person slowly closed the door, re-ocking it with both key and spell. The three figures had not made a sound except for the spell they had cast. The three unconscious captives were unaware of what had happened or of what was going to happen.


"We told you!" screamed Ron. "We told you!"

"You need better guards and protection spells. All your prisoners have gone with Hermione and probably Sirius and Fred as well!" yelled Harry. Quieter he added, "So much for your impenetrable cavern."

"Calm down. Please boys. Don't worry. We'll find them. It Peter has them, we'll find them," said Lily, trying to hide the worry in her voice.

"Calm d–," said Harry in disbelief. "Calm down! You expect us to calm down when Hermione is missing and god knows what is happening to her? We don't belong here. We shouldn't even be here, and we have no idea what the HELL is going on." Harry stopped and said to Remus,

"Where's our stuff. The stuff that we had on the train?"

Remus glanced at James as if asking for permission and then said,

"I'll show you."

Remus turned and walked out of the room with the two boys following close behind. The other occupants in the room looked at each other and then, without saying a word, decided to follow Remus to see what the boys were going to do.


Loud screeching accompanied the boy's arrival in the room. It was a small dark room, much the same as the one in which Harry had woken up in several days before, minus the bed of course. There was the same drab wall decoration, no windows and one dark wooden door.

"There, see. It's alright," said Remus, gesturing to the things in the room.

"Hedwig!" cried Harry, as he rushed forwards to let his poor owl out of her cage. "I'm sooo sorry."

"Pig," said Ron a lot less enthusiastically. He still found the miniature bird annoying but Pig was his owl. There wasn't a lot that Ron had that was his and only his. It was probably one of the only things, apart from his wand, that hadn't been passed through the family. Ron blushed. He hid his crimson face by busying himself opening Pigs cage.

Hedwig and Pig flew out of their cages and soared around the room, but not before Hedwig had given Harry a sharp nip on his finger. She ignored Harry completely. It would take a while before she forgave him. Pig bounced happily around Ron. He loved Ron and could never be angry with him.

Harry felt something furry brush his ankles. He looked down. It was Crookshanks. Harry bent down and picked the orange fluffy cat up.

"Sorry Crookshanks. We don't know where Hermione is at the moment." Crookshanks hissed visciously. "Some bad people took her."

Crookshanks looked up at Harry with sorrowful eyes. Harry put the cat down and walked over to his trunk.

"Ron, come 'ere."

Ron walked over to his friend, batting at Pig, trying to get the mad owl to leave him alone.

Harry threw open his trunk and started pulling things out, looking at them intently and then tossing them to the floor. He had found his schoolbag andslung itover the side of Hedwigs cage.

Lily and James appeared in the room, followed closely by Dumbledore, Amos and Sarah. Amos had to duck as he narrowly avoided getting hit by The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6.

"Watch it! What on earth are you doing?"

"Looking," was the reply.

Ron soon caught on to what Harry was doing and began to help. Harry stopped him.

"You're getting in the way."

"Sorry," said Ron apologetically.

"No, that's ok. Can you find out brooms?"

Ron nodded and began pulling things out of the way to find the Firebolt and the Cleansweep Eleven.

Ron and Harry were aware that they were getting stared at but they didn't care. They were on a mission.

"Ah hah," said Harry suddenly, making everyone in the room, except for Ron, jump. "There you are."

Harry pulled something light and fluidy out of his trunk. It was his invisibility cloak. Harry stuffed it into the bottom of his schoolbag. He immediately stuck his head back into his trunk. Harry emerged a short while later holding two dark brown wand holsters. He tossed one over to Ron.

"Here. I got them from Diagon Alley. Got one for Hermione too. Don't want a repeat of second year."

In his second year, due to certain circumstances, Harry and Ron had found themselves in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry had thrown down his wand to make sure that Ginny was alright and Tom Riddle had taken it. Harry had had nowhere to put it and had silently vowed he would always keep his wand on his person.

"Cool. Thanks Harry," replied Ron, strapping the leather holster to his arm.

"Got any food Ron?" asked Harry, once again burying his head in his trunk.

Ron opened his trunk and started rifling through it.

"Umm…corned beef sandwiches as usual," groaned Ron. "And…um…lessee…Bertie Botts, er…some of Fred and George's stuff. Dunno why that's' there. Some, well loads of mums cakes and some of her home-made toffee, a few chocolate frogs and some um…" Ron spelt it out. "Er, C…O…K…E."

"Coke," supplied Harry.

"Yup, that's it. Coke, from Hermione. She said I needed to try some."

Ron located his schoolbag underneath all of his belongings and tugged very hard. This was a mistake, which resulted in the contents of Ron's trunk being strewn about the room.

"What are you doing?" asked Lily. She was curious and the way the boys were acting was scaring her.

"Looking and packing," replied Harry, who triumphantly found something else in his trunk he wanted. It was a box full of samples of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes which, as their financial backer, Harry was required to have. He put the box into his bag, forcing it underneath his invisibility cloak.

"For what?" asked Dumbledore.

The old man was ignored.

"Packed everything?" asked Harry.

"Yes," replied Ron. "You ready?"

"Almost. Broom please.

Harry held out his hand and was passed his most prized possession, his Firebolt. Harry and Ron both shouldered their bags and turned to Remus as he seemed to be the only person on their side.

"Right then," said Harry. "Where's the exit?"

Remus was surprised by the question.

"What! Why?"

"To go out of," said Harry slowly, as if he were talking to a child.

"Why do you want to go outside. Can't you apparate?" asked Remus.

"No. What makes you think we can? Why do you think we want to go?" asked Ron sarcastically.

Remus stared at the two boys standing in front of him.

"You…you can't apparate?"

"No. We're not of age yet. Seventeen at home," said Ron matter-of-factly.

"We'll have to teach–," began Remus.

"Not now!" interrupted Harry. "Remus, let's go!"

"Why?" asked Remus, still not understanding. He glanced at his friends who looked back with equally confused expressions.

"Were you lot born stupid?" said Harry irritably. "We're going to get Hermione."

Harry's answer was met with loud protests.

"…don't you even think about it…" said Lily warningly.

"…you don't even know where she is…" said James.

"…how will you get there?" asked Dumbledore.

"…how will you find her?" asked Sarah.

"You don't can't possibly take on Voldemort and his Death Eaters alone. You'll get yourselves killed," ended Amos.

Harry quickly went over the protests in his mind. He turned to each of the speakers in turn.

"Try and stop us. We'll find her. We'll figure that out later. NO. She's our best friend, trust us. We've done it um…" Harry look at Ron for help.

"Four," he supplied.

"Yeah, thanks. We've done it four times before."

Harry's last words were met with silence Sarah and Amos, had every right to be startled by this revelation as they had no idea who the teens really were, but the other four were stunned. This was something they hadn't heard before. How on earth had these two fought Voldemort four times and survived if their world was as different as they said it was.

"Remus, let's go!" snapped Ron.

Nobody moved. Harry and Ron each took hold of one of Remus' arms and forced him out of the door. That managed to snap him out of his stricken state.

"You can't possibly–," he stammered.

Harry stopped him from saying anymore.

"Remus. Exit. Now."

Harry pushed the older mad forwards. Remus got the hint and started moving of his own free will.

Remus led the pair through numerous passages in the dark. Some were wide enough even to walk three abreast, others, single file. How Remus knew his way in the dark Harry had no idea.

To Harry, not once did it feel like they were walking uphill. The builders had made a very strange variety of caves and passages underground.

Remus stopped so suddenly that both Harry and Ron crashed into him.

"Why d'you stop for?"

"That's the way in and out," said Remus, pointing to a spot about twenty feet in front of them.

"How d'you open it?" asked Ron, looking ahead.

Remus was very reluctant to go near the door but quite frankly Ron and Harry didn't care. They both forced him to walk up to the blank wall.

"Remus, open it!"

"Are you sure you want to?" asked Remus nervously.

"Yes. Now open it," snapped Harry irritably.

Remus looked at Harry, silently pleading with the boy not to make him open the door. Harry looked stonily back at him. Remus knew he had no choice. He sighed and slowly put his hand towards an indentation in the wall. He stopped and turned back to the boys.

"Are you…"

"REMUS!" shouted Ron.

"Alright, alright. Geez, sorry if I'm trying to stop you from getting killed."

Remus turned back to the bare wall and put his hand into the indentation.

"Anamura Setara," he said quietly. Remus quickly drew his hand away and stepped backwards.

The wall started shaking. Harry and Ron jumped back in alarm.

"Don't worry. That's s'posed to happen," said Remus reassuringly. He was actually trying to reassure himself. He hated going outside, but he knew he had to if they wanted to win this war. Remus was fine before the Order retreated to the safety of the tunnels, before Voldemort had murdered hundreds of people, before he had destroyed towns and cities so they were beyond recognition. He hated stepping outside and seeing all that remained of London, of the places he grew up in. Remus just hope that the boys were prepared for what they were about to see.

A section of the wall about three feet wide slowly began to move backwards it made a low rumbling sound, reminding Harry of thunder. The small section of wall stopped moving backwards and started sliding apart. Both sides seemed to just slide into the wall, leaving the way open to the outside world.

Harry and Ron moved forwards, eager to leave, but Remus stopped them.

"Boys, I want you to be prepared for what you are about to see."

"Don't–," started Harry.

"No!" interrupted Remus. "It's changed so much. Voldemort has destroyed everything."

Harry started forwards and beckoned Ron to follow.

"We'll see it for ourselves," said Harry stubbornly.

The two friends walked up the remainder of the corridor and stepped outside for the first time in a week.

The two boys stopped dead.

"Bloody hell," swore Ron.

Harry said nothing. He was stunned.

All Ron and Harry could see for miles was Death. Every building, every tree, every living thing had been destroyed. Decomposing bodies littered the ground, half hidden beneath the fallen, charred remains of buildings. The earth had been scorched. Nothing had survived.

Ron and Harry looked around in disbelief.

Every living thing, decimated, dead. How could someone be so callous as to do this? Harry suddenly realised that this would be the fate of his world if Voldemort wasn't destroyed soon.

"W-where are we?" stuttered Ron nervously.

Remus stepped out of the darkened passageway into the grey, dead world.

"Welcome, boys, to Diagon Alley," he said sorrowfully.


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