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"Hey Ginny," Neville greeted gently as the redhead sat down. Ginny didn't bother answering, her mind already gone to distant memories. It was only a few hours since the war had ended. Several deatheaters had been captured, while others escaped. Harry and Ron were still yet to be found. Her back still ached dreadfully from the fall and her heart ached for an assurance that Ron and Harry were still alive. Hermione was also missing. No one had seen her since Ginny's fall off of the Astronomy tower.
Ginny jumped from the touch on her shoulder. She turned to see Lavender Brown staring at her, a worried expression on her face.
"Ginny... have they found any of them?" she asked. Ginny shook her head.
"Not yet..."
"GINNY! Come quick! They've found Hermione!" Fred yelled from the Great Hall doors. Instantly the hall was buzzing with chatter. Ginny stood, took a step forward then paused. She looked back at the others. They all stood and helped her out the door and up to the Infirmary. Mrs. Granger was babbling incessantly to Madame Pomfrey, questioning the poor nurse on the state of her daughter. Ginny broke away from Seamus and hurried to Hermione's side. The girl was pale, her hair wet from the rain that had started after the battle. There were scratches all over her face. Fingernail scratches, Ginny thought in horror. She leaned in.
"Hermione..." Ginny whispered. The girl remained still.
"Hermione?" Mrs. Granger called, pale with worry. Still, she didn't respond. Ginny bit her lip and shook the girl's shoulder.
"Hermione..." Everyone screamed as the hand shot out, wraping its fingers around Ginny's throat. Hermione sat up, glaring at a struggling Ginny. Mr. Granger lunged for his daughter.
"Hermione no!" She whirled on him, glaring daggers. Her hand blocked his attempt as her grip on Ginny tightened, causing her to gasp.
"HERMIONE! You're going to kill her!" Luna screamed. Neville, Dean and Seamus ran over and aided Mr. Granger and Fred, who had dived in to help as well. People were screaming when Hermione froze all of a sudden. Her eyes grew like saucers and she let go of Ginny. Ginny fell to the ground gasping for air and pushing herself away from Hermione, holding her throat. Hermione looked over to Ginny.
"Ginny... oh no..." Hermione looked down at her hands and then raised them up to her face. She looked around at everyone, a silent plea radiating in her eyes.
"Please tell me it was a dream... please tell me that it was a dream..."
Everyone had been sent out of the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey didn't want anyone in there unless they were to be healed. Mrs. Granger paced, wringing her hands with extreme worry. They all rose once the door opened and Dumbledore stepped out with a healer from St. Mungos. Mr. Granger walked over to the old man.
"What's going on with our daughter?" Dumbledore held up his hand for silence. Once the chatter died down he spoke.
"Hermione is physically ok. The problem is, she doesn't want to believe that all the happenings going down to when she and Ron were trapped in that furnace was real," he explained. George piped up.
"You mean she's in denial?" Dumbledore nodded gravely.
"We are currently trying to console her at the moment. She wants to see Ron and Harry." Everyone was silent. Ginny looked down at her hands.
"Ron and Harry aren't here..."
Hermione looked up from her book and smiled as Ginny shed the cloak.
"It's been a while since I saw that..." Ginny sat on the side of the bed and took Hermione's hand.
"Are you ok?" Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"I tried to throw you of the Astronomy tower... I should be asking you that question..."
"Hermione!" Ginny gasped. Hermione looked away, gazing out the window.
"Gelon destroyed me..." Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm.
"No he didn't," she said. "He didn't destroy anything. The Hermione we knew before the accident is still the same." Hermione shook her head, a lone tear running down her face.
"I need Harry and Ron..."
"Hey Gin, look," Dean whispered pointing to Hogwarts. Ginny looked up and smiled. There stood Hermione. She was being helped along by her mother. Ginny stood with Neville and helped the girl sit down beside them by the now empty lake.
"You ok, Hermione?" her mother asked. Hermione nodded and after giving her a kiss, Mrs. Granger headed back for the school. Ginny looked around at all of them and sighed.
"What's going to happen now?" She asked quietly. Luna looked up from the Quibbler.
"Are they still looking for Harry and Ron?" Ginny snorted.
"No... it's almost June... It's been to long." Hermione gasped.
"It's been that long?" Ginny nodded.
"Yeah... It has." Suddenly Hermione started bawling. She leaned into Neville and cried. Pravati watched, tears starting to fill her eyes.
"We've all grown up haven't we..." she whispered. Everyone looked up at her. Seamus nodded pensively.
"Yeah... we have..."
"Do you think we should report it?" a man asked quietly. The woman he was talking to glanced over to the beds with worry.
"I'm not sure. It's happened before, but nothing bad has happened." The man frowned.
"Do we have an identification?" he asked. The woman shook her head, walking over to the beds.
"No... it's like they just fell out of the sky." The man grabbed the woman by the arm and pulled her back towards the door, pointing to one of the beds.
"It's happening again," he murmured. I.V. wires started to float, lifting above the beds with several other instraments including the occupants of the beds. The lady gasped.
"That's never happened before!"
"Shh!" the man scolded, pointing to the lights. They began to flicker, casting ghostly shadows across the room. The lady screamed as glass started to shatter, spraying shards all over the room. The man pulled her out of the room, slamming the door behind them. Both of them slid to the ground, listening as more glass continued to break. The woman looked over to the man.
"We need to report this! Somethings wrong with those poor boys and they need help!"
"That's why they're at the hospital!" The woman shook her head, flinching at the sound of shattering glass.
"We need someone who's an expert." The man nodded. Inside the room, the red-headed boy and the raven head continued to levitate, oblivious to the world around them. All manner of broken objects swirling around them as their minds waged war against consciousness to bring themselves back to revival.
A/N: I'm not sure if I liked this chapter. I was a little fast for me.
Wesker888: Lots of things could happen!
Reader of Canon FF: She did break through! But with a consequence. She has to remember everything that happened!
Coconut Girl: I didn't neccessarily like this chapter. I personally think it was rushed. Then again, that's just me. I'm critycal.
Chapter Tease:
"What's this all about?" Mr. Weasley asked, sitting at the head of the table. One of the men sighed.
"Arthur... the U.S. Ministry found something yesterday."
"What?" The man pulled out a file. Opening it, he fiddled around and found some photos. He passed them to the Minister. Arthur gasped. The pictures were of two bodies. Though mangled by some sort of magic, Arthur could tell who they were. He looked up.
"Where did you find them?" he asked. Mad Eye Moody stood up.
"They were found in the States a few days ago. It took the ministry a few days to identify Voldemort, but the other we have yet to identify." Arthur looked over the second body.
"I know someone who can identify him..." the minister then looked up. "They're dead..." Moody nodded. The minister smiled.
"Then you know what that means..."