Harry walked down the hospital's hallway until he reached Hermione's room. When he arrived, he was greeted by Jane, who threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, bewildered.

"Harry, no one told you?" Jane asked, looking up.

"No, what happened? Is Hermione alright? Can I see her!" he cried out, pushing Jane away from him as he entered the room.

"Hermione?" Harry whispered when he reached her side.

No reply.

"Harry, Hermione's dead…" Harry heard Mr. Granger say from the doorway.

"What, no, that can't be, Hermione's not dead!" Harry shouted.

"Harry, we're very sorry, she died last night…" Mr. Granger replied, pulling his wife into a hug as she continued to cry.

"NO!" Harry screamed suddenly, causing them to jump, "NO! HERMIONE! WAKE UP! YOU'RE NOT DEAD! WAKE UP!"

"Harry, please, calm down," Mr. Granger exclaimed.

"HERMIONE! COME BACK! HERMIONE!"

Harry sank to his knees and grasped her hand in his.

"HERMIONE!"

"HARRY!"

Harry jolted awake and snapped his eyes open; staring up at the ceiling.

"Hermione?" he called out, not quite realizing where he was.

"I'm right here, Harry, are you all right?"

"You're alive!" Harry cried, pulling her to him tightly.

"Um…yeah, I've been here the whole time…"

Harry finally recognized where he was at and let Hermione fall against him.

"Humph…what was that for?"

"Sorry, it was just a dream, that's all, heh," Harry whispered as he rolled over, facing away from Hermione.

"Harry? Look at me, would you, and explain what happened? You've haven't called out in your sleep since Voldemort was alive…"

Harry sighed, rolled back over and sat up. He leaned his back against the bed rest and looked at Hermione. She too, sat up and snuggled up against Harry's chest, playing softly with his belly button.

"Harry, what happened?" she asked again, once she was settled.

"Hermione, it was just a dream, nothing more…"

"Yeah, but why were you calling out my name and saying I died? That's nothing? Bullshit!"

"Fine, I went to hospital to check on you and when I arrived, your parents told me you had died last night, and I didn't believe them. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there to wake me up…"

"Well, I'm not dead, that's for sure…it's five o'clock in the morning and I really don't think that I can go back to sleep now, thanks to that dream of yours," Hermione giggled.

"Me neither. Why don't we take a shower and then check out?"

"Together or separate?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I don't see why we can't take one together…" Harry winked coyly, sliding off the bed onto his feet.

"All right, meet me in there in five minutes."

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After they had dressed and showered, they headed downstairs to check out.

"How was your stay?" the clerk asked, as Harry handed her their keys.

"Very nice, thank you," Harry smiled.

"Our pleasure, have a good day," she called, as they turned to leave.

"You too!" Harry and Hermione responded.

Once they were outside, Hermione turned to Harry and spoke.

"What is the last item?"

"Uh…one vile of Asphodel, and we can find this somewhere in Mexico city…" Harry replied.

"Do you know any Spanish? We got lucky in Tokyo, but I'm not sure about Mexico…"

"Well, I took a little Spanish after Hogwarts, but that was only for two years…I guess we'll have to wait and see…it was a while ago…"

"Okay, are you ready then?" Hermione asked, grabbing Harry's hand.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he said, and they were gone.

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"¿Hola, cómo es usted?"

"¿Bueno, y usted?"

"¿Dos manzanas, por favor?"

"Aquí ya va, eso es cuatro dólares..."

"Gracias Su bienvenida"

Harry and Hermione walked around, trying to listen for anyone speaking English.

"What are they saying?" Hermione asked, glancing to her right.

"Well. One said 'Hello, how are you?' then the other one replied, 'Good, and you?' then those two over there at the fruit stand are saying, 'Two apples, please?', 'Here ya go, that's four dollars...', 'Thank you', and then the seller said, 'Your welcome.' Past that, I can't hear anything else…"

"You knew all that?"

"Yeah, but don't you know any other languages?" Harry asked.

"No, I never thought it was necessary," Hermione said, then noticed Harry's smile and added, "Yeah, I know, the smartest witch in our year, hasn't even learned another language. Well, Mr. Potter, you've beat me in that genre…"

Harry smiled and continued along down the street till they came across a small diner. They stopped and ordered a couple sandwiches before they continued their search. As they talked, they were unaware of a figure that slowly followed them, dodging into alleyways whenever the two turned around.

"Okay," Harry said, after about an hour of looking up and down streets, "Why don't we go and ask for help? There's a store up ahead…"

"Sounds like a great idea, my feet are killing me…" Hermione moaned gratefully.

They entered the shop and glanced around. From behind the counter, Harry heard a lady call out to them.

"Hola¿Le puedo ayudar yo?"

"What did she say?" Hermione whispered.

"She said, 'Hello, can I help you…I'll handle this, then, seeing as you can't speak their language."

Hermione crossed her arms and glared at Harry, who laughed, leaving her by the door.

"¿Sabe usted donde puedo encontrar Asphodel?" he inquired with a remarkable accent.

"¿Sí, tengo algunas hierbas fuera espalda. Cuánto necesita usted?" the woman replied.

"Un vil repleto" Harry said.

"Regresaré en un minuto," she said before disappearing into the garden.

"Harry, was that a yes or a no?"

"She said, 'Yes, I have some herbs out back. How much do you need?' So, she's going to get some, okay?"

"Okay."

"Aquí ya va, eso será cinco pesos," the woman said, once she returned to the counter.

"Aquí," Harry handed her the money.

"Gracias señor, tiene un día Bueno."

"Usted también," Harry called over his shoulder as he joined Hermione at the door.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it," Harry added to Hermione as they left the store.

"Now we can go back to the hospital," Hermione said, smiling.

"Yeah, le—" Harry began.

"EVERTE STATUM!"

Harry was picked up off his feet and thrown backwards into the wall.

"HARRY!" Hermione cried, running over to help him up.

Harry looked across the street to find the caster and saw Darren standing there; wand raised. Just as Harry rose to his feet Darren started to shout another spell.

"FILP—"

"PROTEGO!" Harry called, deflecting it.

Darren glared and ran towards them.

"BOMBARD!" Darren shouted, but missed.

Harry jumped out of the way just as the store door blew open with a loud crack. Harry hit the ground with a thud, then rolled himself behind a nearby car.

"Hermione!" Harry called, "Get in the store!"

"NO, I'm staying with you!" she called back, watching as Darren drew closer.

"Hermione, do as I say! Get in that store and help that woman!" Harry cried just as the car he was hiding behind lifted into the air above him.

Harry rose to his feet and jumped out of the cars way. Darren laughed and snapped his wand forward, causing the car to fly at Harry.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" Harry called, stopping the car mid-flight.

The car stayed suspended in air for a few minutes as Harry watched Darren walk closer. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Harry sent the car hurtling back in Darren's direction. Darren shrieked and leapt out of the way, watching the car land with a crash in the center of the street.

Harry lowered his wand to his waist and walked forward. Darren saw him out of the corner of his eye and jumped to his feet.

"What do you want now!" Harry called, becoming slightly enraged.

"YOU!" he called, "WINGARDUM LEVIOUSA!"

Harry watched as Darren lifted another car into the air and sent it hurting towards him.

"REDUCTO!" Harry shouted, causing the car to explode to pieces.

Darren covered his head with his arms as the debris fell around him. Harry took that opportunity to race forward. Darren had barely time to think before Harry tackled him to the ground.

"Humph…" Darren gasped as he landed on the ground.

Harry straddled him and shouted, "EXPELLIARMUS!"

Darren's wand flew out of his hand and watched as a form caught it. He continued watch and to his surprise, Hermione appeared from behind the doorframe.

"What!" he cried, "Your in the hospital! You're dying! How can you be here? He hasn't even returned the items yet!"

"Well, I'm here. What are you going to do about it?" she said, pointing his wand at him.

"I...I…" Darren sputtered.

"IMMOBULUS!"

"What?" Harry turned just in time to see the spell hit Hermione in the back. Then, to his horror, Hermione froze.

"Hermione?" Harry called out, accidentally loosening his grip on Darren.

Darren decided then to move. With a hard shove, Harry flew forward; face first into the concrete, stopping just in time with his hands. Harry pushed himself up and planted his feet firmly on the ground. He rushed towards Hermione but was sent flying backwards again. Trying once more, he failed a third time.

He glanced up and found a pair of icy, blue eyes staring down upon him.

"Malfoy," Harry sneered, "I should have known…"

Malfoy laughed and flicked his wand at Harry; who rose into the air. Harry flung his legs about as he tried to get Malfoy to release his grip. Darren had backed up against a nearby wall and watched as he snickered to himself.

"What do you want Malfoy!" Harry gasped.

"Well, we were after your precious mudblood, but seeing as she's incapable of doing anything at the moment, you're our new target. Did you think that when you defeated Voldemort, all his followers would be defeated as well?" Malfoy sneered, lifting Harry higher before releasing his hold and sending Harry hurtling backwards.

Harry acted fast and was soon back on his feet. As he walked forward, the wind began to pick up and lights started to flicker. He continued as Malfoy shouted another curse.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" he cried.

Harry walked a few more feet before sheer pain sliced through his stomach; causing him to waver.

"AHHH!" Harry cried, doubling over in pain.

Malfoy laughed and attempted to throw another one, but was cut off. Taken completely off guard, Darren rose into the air with a yelp.

"Hey! Put me down!"

Harry smiled and quickly obliged; throwing Darren's body in Malfoy's direction.

Malfoy tried to duck but was to slow. Darren collided with him and the two fell backwards into the street, causing several cars to screech to a halt. Since the first car had hit the ground, people had begun to gather outside their homes and businesses to see what the commotion was.

Malfoy shoved Darren off and jumped to his feet. Turning to cast a spell at Harry, he saw nothing but air.

"What? Where did he go?" he shrieked.

"He….eee….sss…"

"What!"

Malfoy turned around and watched as Harry let Darren's limp body fall to the ground. He tired to back away but Harry was too quick for him. Harry grabbed Malfoy around the neck and flung him sideways, where he landed with a thud.

"How is this possible?" he cried, staring at Harry in horror, "How are you so fast!"

It was Harry's turn to laugh as he watched Malfoy struggle to his feet.

"Practice, Malfoy, Practice…" Harry sneered.

Harry raised his hand in the air and as it grew higher, Malfoy was lifted off the ground. Then, slowly clenching his fist shut, Malfoy began to gasp for air. Harry retrieved his wand from the ground where it had fallen when Malfoy threw him earlier and sent a spell at Hermione.

"RENNERUATE!"

The spell hit Hermione and, within moments, she was able to move again. She then turned her attention to Harry and Malfoy, letting out a startled gasp.

"Harry?" she called out, frightened by what she saw.

Harry placed the wand in his clenched fist and Malfoy was able to breathe again. Harry walked forward until he was within two feet of him, then, looked up into Malfoy's face and smiled.

"Goodbye…" Harry whispered.

"What!" Malfoy screamed, then, his eyes shot wide open; his breathe becoming rapid, "What…are…you…doing…to…me…!"

"Harry! What are you doing!" Hermione shrieked, just as scared as Malfoy.

The only sound of reply was Malfoy's slowly weakening yelps and cries.