Previously:
He came out of his trance so fast, it made him jump back hit his head on towel hanger behind him. Massaging his head, he answered slowly. "Well, I know you mentioned Sirius Black, and well… I think it suits him." Hermione turned back to the dogs paw, thinking. As she rubbed the dirt of it a symbol appeared on the paw. It looked so familiar. Hermione couldn't place it. She knew it had something to do with her past, something important, something she had seen everyday when she was at Hogwarts. Then it clicked in her head. She jumped back, dropping the dog's paw.

"Harry Potter!" She squeaked. The mark on the paw was a scar.

Terror-filled memories filled Hermione's head. Images of innocence and friendship were replaced with a laughing black-haired young man. He was laughing at her. The laughter never left his eyes as he mocked her past and who she has become. His haunting eyes showed anger, but behind that there was fear. She knew better; it was all a mask hiding how he truly felt: In place of her friend now stood a murderer.

"What did you say?" Ron's alarming voice broke through her thoughts. He cautiously walked over the tub where Hermione was standing, and took her hand. She was trembling.

"What did you just say?" Ron repeated his question staring intensely at her. "I thought you just said Harry Potter. Where is that murderer?" He fire was lighted deep within his eyes. "Is that bastard here somehow?"

Hermione gave herself a mental shake before answering. She started slowly, unsure of what she just saw. "It was just a memory. Don't worry, Ron."

She squeezed his hand while thinking to herself, it's just a coincidence, right? I'm sure it is. Harry Potter can't be here? Why would he want to be here?

"Ron? Hermione? Are you both here?" A voice yelled through the house.

"Ginny, we're in the bathroom. You're home early today!" Hermione yelled her answer though the door. She then proceeded on washing the dog, with the help of Ron, as fast as she could. Foot steps were heard coming up the stairs just as they finished. The dog's fur now shone like black velvet, and was just as soft to touch. The only problem was that it stood up at weird angles and would not stay down. Ron drew the shower curtain around the tub to hide the dog.

"Am I allowed in?" She asked leaning against the wall next to the door. The wooden door opened revealing the bathroom to Ginny. She took the sight in. Muddy globs of dirt covered the floor; Ron was sitting on the edge of the tub holding the shower curtain closed; Hermione leaning against the wall, looking like she was dead on her feet.

"Ginny!" Ron said standing up to hug his sister. She smiled sweetly at him and backed away.

"Ron, you know I love you, but I'm not hugging you when you are covered head to toe in mud." She looked around the room again wondering in amazement at all the mud.

"Ron? What are you keeping in that tub?"

"Well..." He was at loss of words. A black wet nose appeared from around the curtain, sniffing wildly.

"What he's trying to say is that while we were out today we saw a homeless dog, and we couldn't just leave him to wander the streets for the rest of his life."

"You got a dog?" Ginny questioned. A piece of her fire red hair fell onto her face as she tried to look around Ron at the tub.

"We got the dog for you." As if on cue, the dog jumped out from behind the curtain and ran up to Ginny. A smile was on the dog mouth. He stared up expectantly at the women in front of him. Ginny knelt down besides to dog, and put her hand under his jaw. He was forced to look her in the eyes. There she found great sadness.

"Ginny, we will be down stairs if you need us," Ron said steering Hermione out of the bathroom. Ginny nodded. A tear ran from her eyes.

"I lost my parents. The only one I have ever loved killed them." A shiver went through the dog. Don't her pity, Potter. A pained look showed on the dog's face.

"You have his eyes, but yet something is different. Yours are caring, a quality he never had. I was nothing to him. He is a murderer in my eyes now. Murderers never are forgiven, even by the ones who still love them."

Harry Potter's heart exploded in rage. I am not a murderer! This was the only thought that kept him from not brutally murdering the woman who knelt before him.

A/N: I don't think I have taken the time lately to thank my wonderful beta reader, Danny, for everything she has done to help me. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Also to everyone who has reviewed my story at some point:

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