A/N: This is by far the longest chapter I have ever written...

Where there is love, there is pain. -Spanish proverb

Hermione's POV

Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water run over me. I knew Moody would be at the hospital, waiting to berate me for not bringing in the report, but something in my gut had told me that the report wasn't done. It was as if something was telling me that Ron's health wasn't better yet. Closing my eyes, I turned and let the water run down my back as I reached for the soap and washcloth. Once again, my mind wandered back to the night at the Ministry and the hours that had followed it. If I had been more curious about Harry's sudden appearance, would Ginny not have been stabbed or would the imposter have found some other creative way to get to her, if indeed it was her he was after in the first place. Though the knife the man had used was obviously the same type as the one that had been used for Ron, the incidences were not only separated by time, but by motive.

I opened my eyes and looked down at my arms, which were now lathered with a lilac scented soap. Raising my hand, I removed some of the lather off of my left arm and stared at the red scar that remained from the night two years ago. I knew why Ron had been stabbed, but I didn't have a clue why Ginny had. She had been left to live, while Ron had been shoved off the balcony and left to die. I knew why Ron had been stabbed while Ginny's attack remained a mystery.

Once again, I racked my brain for any connection between the attack and the riddle that had once again come up since our trip to Austria. What did the words silence and fire have to do with Ginny or Ron? What did it have to do with Solomon or the Germans for that matter? Why were the Death Eaters interested in Solomon?

Bang!

I swirled around in time to see the outline of someone enter the bathroom, the door lying broken on the ground. Everything suddenly felt cold as the figure moved around the bathroom, obviously avoiding the shower. I could feel my heart pounding as I waited for whoever it was to show themselves and do whatever it was they had come to do.

"What do you want?" I demanded and suddenly the shower curtains were drawn back.

Oh my God!

"David!"

Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed my throat. I was hoisted into the air and suddenly who it was, was the last thing on my mind.

Ron's POV

When we apparated into her living room, I looked around, trying to find signs of her. Harry was about to call out her name when we heard a bang come from her room.

"David!"

We heard and in that moment I knew something was wrong.

David was dead.

I sprinted into the bedroom, with Harry and Moody right behind me and skidded to a halt at the bathroom door. Or what was left of it.

A tall man with long brown hair was standing in the shower, holding a flailing Hermione, who just happened to be naked. I would have said something, but all that came out of my mouth was a wheezing roar of anger. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyway. I ran forward, slamming my shoulder right into the guy's side, knocking both of us down. Hermione gave a squeal and a grunt when she hit the shower floor. I however, was so obsessed with pounding the man's skull in that I hadn't noticed that on the way down to the ground, his head had hit the toilet seat and that he was unconscious.

"Ron! Ron, stop!" Moody ordered, grabbing me by my shirt and hauling me off of the man.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe. A sharp pain shot through my chest as I tried to stand.

The last thing I remember was my legs, buckling beneath me as my lungs screamed for air.

Hermione's POV

"He's waking up," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes as they fluttered open drowsily. He stared at me for a moment then opened his mouth to speak. I shook my head and placed a finger to his lips.

"Don't. Your lungs just collapsed and you're weak. Don't try to speak," I told him before reaching over to grab a cup of tea resting on my coffee table. We had not left my flat. After I had managed to inflate Ron's lungs again, much to my embarrassment, I had gotten dressed. We had tied the imposter up and he was now in the corner, glaring at Harry, who was watching Ron and I while Moody had his head in the fireplace, speaking with someone at the Ministry no doubt. Ron was now resting on my couch while I tended to him.

"Is he ok, now?" Harry asked, leaning in to get a better look at his friend.

I waited until Ron was in a better sitting position then handed him the tea.

"He should be fine now…" I assured him while watching Ron carefully. I didn't want him gulping the tea down. "Thank you for beating up the guy, but maybe next time a simple flick of the wand will do. You do know how to use non-verbal spells don't you?" I asked much to Harry's amusement. Ron just scowled at Harry before rolling his eyes and going back to his tea. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a quill and paper. The quill wrote something down and then I took it.

Who's your attacker?

My mind suddenly went into overdrive. I knew what he meant and I knew that if he had said it out loud, he would have sounded bitter.

The man who had attacked me was not the man who was in the corner now, watching me with loathing. I, along with Moody and Harry, had seen him return back to the unknown man in my living room. The problem was how did he know?

Attacker Visage: David Franklin Miller. Ex-boyfriend.

Actual Attacker: Unknown. Imposter.

Who was David?

He was the man who had shoved Ron off the balcony after stabbing him in the chest that horrible night two years ago. He was the reason I woke up at night screaming and the reason why Ron and I had never moved past our friendship stage until now. He was the reason Ron and I had gotten into that devastating fight.

Harry James Potter: David Franklin Miller's executioner.

I cannot share the details as to how David was executed. All I know is that it wasn't Ministry approved and the only two people who actually know what happened are Harry Potter and David Miller…

Harry's voice pulled me out of my revere and back to reality. He must have been telling Ron about what had happened after he had passed out, because Harry was blushing and Ron was staring at him. Moody finally stood from the fireplace and turned his gaze upon my attacker.

"We'll take him over to the Ministry for interrogation," he told us.

"Then what?" I asked.

Moody looked over at us.

"He'll be sent to Azkaban until we figure out what to do with him," he explained.

In the corner of my eye I could see Harry watching me and I knew that Ron was doing the same. And I knew why.

"Look, I will be part of the interrogation," I stated clearly, wanting all three of them to know that I was serious. They may be the best Aurors, but their heads were still rather thick. "The man came after me for a reason, and I intend to find out why because I know that if I'm not there, you two will hide something from me. The first time they came, they came as Harry… now they managed to get David's… I mean, no one could find David's body after-" I stopped suddenly, glancing over at Harry, like Ron and Moody did. Harry's face showed no emotion as he spoke.

"David Miller's body can't be found and never will be," he said in a cold voice that made me shiver. "They must have gotten some of his hair from his apartment."

"And kept it for two years?" I asked.

Harry stared right at me when replied.

"They can't find the body," he said before getting up and going into the kitchen.

I looked up at Moody.

"Is that right? For him to keep the body away from the Ministry?"

Moody shook his head.

"It's not right, but I wouldn't like to see what he did to the man. You and I both know how mad he was when he went to find Miller. I know he didn't just Avada Kerdava his sorry arse," Moody muttered, sitting down in Harry's abandoned seat and looking at the man in the corner. "Harry Potter tortured that man before he died and I don't want to know how."

It felt as if everything had suddenly become cold. The topic of David Miller had always been a sore one, especially for Ron and I. But when it came to Harry, it was something else all together. He carried the events of David Miller's death around with him everywhere he went. He never told anyone.

My mind went back to what Harry and Moody had shown me before Ron had woken up.

"What do Silence and Fire have to do with each other and us?" I asked myself out loud.

Ron looked up at me and met my gaze. He reached up and took my hand, causing me to smile.

"I hate being confused," I muttered, before looking up at the imposter in the corner.

Hermione's POV

After getting the password, Ginny opened the back door and let me in. I immediately shrugged off my soaking cloak, cursing the bad weather. I was about to ask her where Ron was when I noticed Harry sitting at the kitchen table, staring at two steaming mugs in front of him. I then noticed that Ginny was shaking a little and was paler than normal. I placed a hand on her arm and frowned.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

In response, she glanced over at Harry, who seemed to have just noticed that someone else now occupied the very uncomfortable space that was a kitchen. He frowned at me.

"Hermione?" Was all he said.

"Hello, Harry," I responded, taking one last look at Ginny before moving past them and to the stairs. "I'll leave you two alone. Is Ron upstairs?"

Ginny nodded, eyes on Harry, who had gone back to staring at the mugs. I sighed and went up the stairs, hoping that the two would be able to sort out Ginny's fear.

"Ron?" I called, reaching the second landing. Suddenly something flew up in my face and I snatched the pad of paper before it scratched my face.

I'm in here.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, knowing that Ron had not realized his cute mistake. I leaned into the open door to see Ron sitting on a bed, writing something down on some parchment.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

A letter.

"To who?" I asked, watching the quill scribble down the answer in a quick scrawl.

Vicky.

I smiled at his comment and leaned against the doorpost, watching as he finished his letter and handed it to Pig, who flew excitedly around the room until Ron opened the window, shutting it behind the small owl, leaving the poor bird to the stormy elements. I waited until he approached me to speak.

"I heard the interrogation was postponed until tomorrow. Why?"

Why didn't you ask Harry?

He had now turned so that we were both in the doorway.

"Harry's dealing with Ginny," I whispered, noticing his head draw closer to me. I placed a hand on his chest and could feel his heart beat quickly, which made me feel weak for some stupid reason. What was it about this man that made everything go out the window, including my guard?

"How are you feeling?" I asked softly, not knowing what else to say. He was just staring at me, reading my soul so easily. I hoped he didn't give me what I craved though. I knew I wasn't ready for that yet.

He reached up, took my hand from his chest and began to kiss my fingertips gently; nibbling each one with such deliberation that it sent shockwaves up and down my spine as well as warning bells to my brain. This was dangerous. Sure I loved the man, but being in such a position in which any member of the Weasley family could walk in on this tantalizing situation would cause such embarrassment that I would be forced to avoid the Burrow for a very long time.

Yet I couldn't pull my eyes away from the seducing blue pools that were his. I could no longer hear anything and whether or not my heart had stopped all together or that the couple downstairs where in their own world themselves did not cross my mind. All I knew was that Ron's lips had suddenly left my fingers and had taken up residence under my jaw, where I could feel his nose nuzzling my skin as his lips once again teased me.

When my mind did finally grasp the situation, I finally breathed in air. Gasping heavily, I took Ron's face in my hands and moved him away from me, needing to distance myself from him a little so that I could get my bearings.

He just smiled at me.

"It's not funny," I muttered, taking deep breaths to calm myself.

He nodded and leaned in again, barely brushing his lips against mine and causing my heart to jump. I could feel his body press against mine and suddenly I couldn't think anymore.

Ginny's POV

I bit my lip and looked down at my mug.

"Does that make any sense to you?" I asked him, watching him closely. I had just finished my drawn out explanation as to why I had been avoiding him for so long. Now he just sat there, silent as he absorbed my words. "Harry?"

He looked up at me.

"It does make sense to me…" he whispered, reaching out and taking my hand. "Listen Ginny… I want you to know I…" He paused for a moment to take a deep breath and squeezed my hand. "I would never hurt you," he told me with so much conviction that tears came to my eyes.

"I know, Harry… I know you wouldn't… It's just... It was so real," I finished. An overwhelming desire to be as close to him as possible suddenly washed over me and he seemed to pick up on it because he leaned in to me and before I knew it, we were snogging in my mother's kitchen.

Harry made a move to stand and I followed wholeheartedly, needing to feel safe in his arms. We shuffled around until I was up against the counter, Harry's hands resting on the countertop on both sides of me. I had my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his jet black hair. I could feel my heart pounding and I knew he could feel it as well. I felt his hands move to my waist, raising my shirt to brush his cool hands against my skin. I gasped and jerked slightly at the contact, but he kept me close to him. We both needed this. I needed this. My body could still feel the pangs of violation, but my heart was coaxing my body to relax and trust him. To trust that he wouldn't hurt me.

"Harry. Harry, could you come upstairs for a minute," I heard Hermione call.

In that moment, I disliked my friend very much as Harry sighed and pulled away reluctantly. I leaned in and kissed his lips quickly a few times, letting him know that I would be here when he came back down before watching him go up the stairs.

I sighed and turned around, resting my elbows on the counter and looking around the kitchen. Lightening flashed outside and illuminated around the area. Sighing again, I went over to the door to close the blinds when I heard someone come back downstairs. I felt strong arms go around my waist and I couldn't help but smile, turning around.

"Hey," I whispered. "What did Hermione need?"

Harry shook his head.

"Nothing," he muttered before leaning in and kissing me again. I gasped at how quickly things heated up as he pressed me up against the door, holding me close as his lips left mine to travel down my jaw to my neck. I could hear myself gasping for breath, but that didn't matter.

Images suddenly flashed in my mind and I could feel my body grow stiff with realization.

It was too late.

I felt the cold steel glide across my neck and I feel the warm breath raise the hairs on my neck.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Ginny."

Ron's POV

I never heard Harry come up the stairs and turned beet red when he cleared his throat. Hermione jumped away from me, growing red herself as she tried desperately to button back up her blouse.

"Harry!" she gasped angrily. "Aren't you supposed to be downstairs?" she asked.

He frowned at us, confused for some reason.

"Downstairs? Didn't you just call me?"

I snorted and the quill began to scribble something down. Before it could get to Harry though, Hermione snatched it and glared at me, knowing exactly what I was going to say. She turned to Harry then.

"Why would you think I called you?" She asked curiously.

Harry looked even more confused now. "You mean you didn't call me?"

She nodded and I suddenly felt alarmed.

Where's Ginny?

Hermione read the pad of paper and looked up at Harry expectantly. He went pale and the three of us took off down the stairs as fast as we could, fear suddenly taking over the feeling of contentment I had felt only minutes before.

When we got down the stairs, I paused.

The backdoor was wide open, allowing rain to come in. Harry ran over to the door and looked out. Hermione and I looked out as well, but I couldn't see anything.

"GINNY!" Harry shouted urgently, growing paler by the moment.

Hermione started pointing at something by where the small lake should be and suddenly lightening cracked, illuminating everything and allowing us to see someone wading in the rising water.

"GINNY!" Harry screamed and we started off to the lake.

"GINNY!" Hermione yelled.

She suddenly turned around and her eyes grew wide, the waves shoving her around as she tried to stand in the water.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!" she screamed frantically. "STAY AWAY FROM ME, ALL OF YOU!"

"WHAT'S GOING ON, GINNY?!" I heard Hermione scream above the deafening boom that swarmed us with even more rain.

"STAY AWAY!" Ginny screamed. To our horror, she actually moved further into the lake. Who did she think we were?

"HARRY!"

It was Hermione who had screamed this. We had almost reached the water's edge when we slid to a halt on the muddy bank. Two men appeared from the woods and stood between us and Ginny.

"Oh no," Harry moaned.

It was like looking into a mirror. The two men standing on the bank looked exactly like Harry and I, but when lightening lit up the place, it was easy to see that the ones on the bank were nothing like us.

"Imposters," I could hear Hermione mutter to herself as she came to stand beside me.

The Harry on the bank waved, glanced behind at him at Ginny, who now looked completely terrorized, pulling on what ever was attached to her wrists as she tried to escape.

"Now, I must admit, Potter. Ginny's a hell of a kisser," he commented. Harry took a step closer to the bank menacingly.

"What do you want?" he growled.

The Ron on the bank smiled.

"We want just wanted you to know that Solomon will not be the last. This will continue, starting with her," he answered, pointing at Ginny. "And ending with you!"

Harry and Hermione looked at me, looking just as confused as I felt.

"What do you want with Ginny and Ron?!" Hermione demanded, moving closer to me.

The Harry on the bank smiled as well and turned around to look at a frightened Ginny.

"Ich hoffe mit meinem ganzen herzen dass Ich kann du sehen noch einmal," he said before the two men burst into flames. The moment they disappeared, the waves began to get bigger, crashing down on Ginny, who momentarily disappeared underwater, before resurfacing, coughing and gasping for breath. I hope with all my heart that I can see you again.

"HARRY!" she screamed before disappearing again.

I started off for the water, but the moment I got into the water I had to scramble out before my skin burned off.

"What? What's wrong!?" Hermione asked, standing at the edge, helping Harry off of the ground.

"The water! It's scalding hot!" Harry responded, looking around desperately.

Oh my God…

The lake was actually starting to boil. Large bubbles were surfacing and bursting, spraying us with hot water.

"That's not possible," Hermione said over the loud crack of lightening, followed by several booms.

"HERMIONE!"

Harry grabbed Hermione and yanked her out of the way right as the tree came crashing to the ground, two feet away from me.

Suddenly I got an idea. I squinted through the rain to see if Ginny was still there but I couldn't see anything anymore. The rain was coming down in tub loads.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" Harry screamed, trying to find her as well.

I turned around and started to sprint back to the Burrow, trying to remember where I had put the items I was looking for.

Hermione's POV

I turned around to see if Ron was still there to find him sprinting back to the house.

"RON! RON!" I called to no avail. The deafening thunder made it impossible to communicate.

"HERMIONE! OVER THERE!" Harry screamed, pointing to the middle. There was someone floundering in the water. "GINNY!"

There was a scream and then the figure vanished from sight.

"Ron!" I screamed in surprise when I saw him come back, holding two brooms in his hands.

Harry immediately understood and grabbed one, mounting it and soon the two had disappeared into the darkness. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage and prayed that the two would be safe.

Harry's POV

"I don't see her!" I screamed, flying as close to the surface as possible without burning myself. I could feel the hot spray hit my skin as we struggled to stay in the air.

I glanced over at Ron to see him pointing at something about ten meters. I looked over and could see her floundering around in water. I speed up and reached out my hand.

"TAKE MY HAND!" I shouted, reached out for her.

"HARRY!" she screamed, reaching out for my hand as well. "HARRY, PLEASE!"

I leaned down further and finally grabbed her burning skin. I began to fly higher when she started screaming and I realized we were moving back down to the ground.

"GINNY! GRAB MY LEG!" I told her, looking around for Ron, who seemed to have lost me. Lightening flashed and I could then see what was going on. There were shackles on her ankles and wrists. I reached back for my wand and pointed it at the links. I flicked my wand.

It all happened in a moment.

There was a crack.

I could see sparks explode from the metal links and shoot up until they reached the shackles around Ginny, who screeched.

Suddenly I couldn't think.

The pain coursing through my body was so great that nothing else mattered. It felt as if my brain would explode in any moment.

The broom swayed and suddenly the front of the broom hit the water, sending us tumbling into the water.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to breathe.

I could feel Ginny smash into me, sending me further into the water.

The scalding water gnashed at my skin as the water entered my lungs.

I wanted to die...

A/N: I deserve some credit. This was a very long chapter.

mikolina: I think I left you in more suspense with this one than with the other.

greenbean16: Thank you so much!

Adelaide MacGregor: Don't worry, I LOVE questions! Ask for anything just don't ask for the ending:-)

connieewing: Don't worry, someone will get it sooner or later.

charma10: Well, as the story goes on, I'll give you more information on what these people want.

OzDust: Don't we all! But alas! He is Hermione's. As for Harry and Ginny, I think I brought them back quite well, doncha think?

katerina: Another chapter, another mystery!

Artemis Glacion: I know. Don't worry, you won't see anymore of that. Hopefully...

Wesker888: I know! I was just looking over the publish dates of my stories and I realized that I've put out at least one story each month since I started Possessions and Obsessions. I know I spelt that wrong, but I don't care at the moment. You'll have to see what happen's next!

Chapter Tease:

Yeah right! After this chapter?!

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