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Hermione somehow dragged herself up to her dormitory, forcing herself to move inch by inch. The thoughts regurgitated in her head: I'm his daughter, I'm his blood, He missed me, He wants me to write to him. She couldn't stop them from coming.

She finally, by some miracle, landed onto her soft welcoming bed, and felt extremely odd as she lay in bed as thesun was starting to rise. She felt so weighed down, but she couldn't sleep. He wants me to write to him, and tell him what? What could he possibly want with me? She looked back at the morning, before she had known, and thought of what she had said. He wanted Hermione to be his heir. She shook so badly the bed groaned. She tried to control all the emotions that seemed were about to explode in her. All of her fear was making her dizzy. She shifted with a jerk almost trying to throw of her emotions.

She eventually succumbed to sleep as she saw the sun shining through her curtains. When she slept she couldn't help dreaming of a howler running after her. She heard his voice echo in her head. His words weren't clear, but she could hear his howls of delight.

She woke up with a start in the middle of the night. She jerked out of her bed feeling the cold floor pass under her. Hermione felt like running and never stopping, as she skirted out of her dormitory. She ran past Parvarti's snores and Lavender's heavy sighs of sleep. The cold never ending dark of the stairway lead her to the warm inviting light of the fire late at night, an enemy.

There was a shadow swaying in front of the fire, Harry. Hermione stopped almost instantly, as Harry nodded into the fire. Her instinct was immediately put out with Harry's presence; he scared anything and everything that was in her. She was more afraid of him then anything else, for his decision would mark everybody else's.

Hermione saw his grimace and knew he wasn't going to say anything against Hermione, but he was so distant. He felt cold towards to her and she was no longer his friend. He sighed outward without emotion. He was indifferent to her now and so the rest of the world would be.

He exhaled his words, "Voldermort's got them Hermione. He's got Mrs. Weasly, Mr. Weasly, Fred, George, Lupin, and everyone almost from the Order. He said that unless you enter his presence within a fortnight he will kill them all. If you go then he will set them all free."

Hermione knew what his plan was now,Voldermort had never intended for her to write him. That had all been a set up to make her feel secure.

"He set us up Hermione, he has us and we have to give in."

Harry spoke the truth, it was the perfect set up and even Dumbledore hadn't seen it coming.

"Hermione we don't want to force you to go."

Hermione knew that was a lie. She would either go and face Voldermort's wrath or everybody else. Every road lead to the same fate, she would have to face him. She knew if Voldemort would go this far to get to her there is no way he would stop with just this one plan.

Hermione shuddered and she didn't know where to turn. Everyone else thought she was bad blood. She sighed outward, she felt it again that urge to run, all she wanted to know at that moment was the pounding of ground under her feet.

She controlled her body to make an answer, made her tongue and mouth move in unison, "Harry I'll go, just give me a couple of hours."

She burst out of the common room just as Harry turned around with his hand out.

She ran and ran through the maze of hallways of darkness that clung to her momentarily. Faces passed her frozen looking down at her. Her panting kept her from screaming in agony. She saw it in the flash of an eye a door outside. The doors burst open with a strident boom. The moon was only a sliver and guided her through the dim grounds. The grass felt pleasant through her feet. She reached the edge of the forest and the roots of trees helped her wined her way through the forest.

She saw a few scurmages of movement and saw a unicorn besides her. Why would a unicorn wish to be next to her? What was going on, she just didn't want to know, all she knew was that she had to keep running. She tried to run past her, she wanted to hide in darkness forever. The unicorn kept pace with her though, as she forced herself onward. The unicorn soon passed her and put itself right in front of her. She took a sharp turn wishing to pass it. The unicorn was beauty and she had no right of being near it. The unicorn however for a second time stopped in front of her.

Hermione halted and looked at the unicorn as it peered at it from one of its purple blistering eyes. The unicorn looked searchingly at Hormone almost quizzical. Hermione slumped down onto the forest floor and put her shaking hands up to her face. She saw her hands and screamed into them and covered her face. She didn't cry as much as just screamed wishing she could die.

The unicorn kneeled next to Hormone and nuzzled her. Hermione took her hands out of her shaking hands and saw the unicorn looking at her head on. Its eyes glimmered with an understanding smirk. Hermione sniffled and gave a laugh as she threw her arms around the unicorn. She cried into the unicorn's shimmering coat.

Hermione stopped crying after a while and felt the unicorn put its head on her shoulder, hugging her almost. A while after Hermione got up looked the unicorn in the eye and sighed. She squeezed the unicorn's neck and got up trying to find her strength, but Hermione didn't find anything there. She stood without anything in her. The emptiness swallowed her, filling all parts that were her.

The unicorn followed her upwards and put its muzzle on her back. It was the oddest feeling she had ever felt. It wasn't joy as much as shear understanding confusion. Her head was filled with a beautiful song of the forest. Then she felt something inside of her, she found her strength at last. The strength of the forest was inside of her. Hermione felt it inside of her all the way to the edge of the forest as the unicorn guided her. They walked slowly, but Hermione felt like she understood.

She looked up towards the castle as it almost stirred with the rising sun. The unicorn urged her forward and followed her up to the grounds. The unicorn stopped about 50 yards away from the castle.

Hermione turned around to face the unicorn and asked a question, "Will you promise to help me if anything should happen to me, that you will help me, even if you have to drag me screaming and kicking into the forest? Promise me."

The unicorn came closer to Hermione and she could hear the reassurance in her brain.

"Yes." The unicorn whinnied slowly into her ear.

Hermione exhaled slowly, "If I have you on my side then I'm not as scared." She started to shake again but she thought of the unicorn's song and her brain easily accessed it. She smiled it was in her memory all she had to think of was the song and the forest would support her. The forest's roots were inside of her now and she was so happy, there would always be something there for her. She shook herself out and put up her barrier to face the world.

The walk towards the castle was steep, and it took all of her courage not to run again. Shewondered wither the unicorn had been a dream or not? Was the unicorn going to be her strengh? Her answer was yes then at least she had something to hold onto.The school was buzzing inside, with curiousness, which she felt totally estranged to, she wish she didn't know. A form of envy sprang inside of her, and she realized that ignorance was truly bliss.

She walked into the castle and saw almost the entire school was in the entrance hall. All the people became dead quite as they saw her approach and watched what she was going to do, like a baboon in the zoo.She put up her barrier and waited for the attack from the rest of the school. She knew no one was going to be wishing her farewell. She waited for someone to tell her what to do. If she was to leave immediately then they already would have told her what to do, wouldn't they?

"Hermione!" She turned around in disbelief someone wished her well or was it a teacher? Neville came towards her in the crowd and shook so hard that she could barely grab what he was holding out in front of her. There was a letter signed by Dumbledore, it was obviously scribbled very fast. She opened the letter with little hesitation and read:

Dear Hermione,

I am sorry that I cannot come and bid you farewell but as part of Lord Voldermort's request I was not to see you off, as was Harry or Ron. You are not to take any luggage with you and you will be leaving on a carriage where you are usually dropped off from school. Hermione remember we all love you and rest assured we will welcome you when you return home. I will give you only one piece of advice, for I fear anymore. Clear your head and remember who you are and that you have grown. You are not determined by your blood you alone can determine who you are. Also I sometimes find it useful to let go.

Wishing Well,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Please leave this letter at the school.

She took out her wand and lit the letter on fire so that no one could read it. Neville ran out of sight at the sight of the fire, probably thinking she was mad enough to light him on fire.

Hermione felt a little relieved to have the letter. Dumbledore was right she was more than just blood. She made herself into who she wanted herself to be, of course she had told herself this many times as a mudblood but now it meant more. She could excel as a mudblood, but she could also over come anything as herself, despite the difficulties now facing her. All she had to do was to remember herself and the sound of the forest. Her roots.

She stepped out onto the drive where the head less horses stood usually to receive and drop off students. Now however there stood a small carriage and an enormous winged horse with bright blue eyes just staring at her. She lightly drew herself up in it. The door handle closed with a snap and a few moments later she felt herself being drawn along.

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