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"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..."

Hermione looked up and gave a wane smile as Neville entered the common room. He crossed over to her and sat down in the arm chair, exhausted.

"Are you ok, Neville?" He nodded.

"I've just been talking with my gran. She's coming for the graduation..." Hermione tried to smile.

"That's great," she managed, but Neville could see through the facade. Hermione hadn't been the same since she'd woken up. Though her wounds had healed, emotionally, she was extremely unstable. Dumbledore wanted her watched at all times, afraid that she might try something dangerous. She had nightmares, waking up the entire House with her screaming and begging. Finally she had been moved to the Infirmary again, put under watch at night. Though she was taking her classes, her grades were slipping horrifically. She wasn't paying attention and her papers were turned in late. She wasn't eating much and had collapsed on a number of occasions. Seamus had commented on her behavior plenty of times, saying that she'd just break down crying at the mention of a certian charm or curse.

Neville moved over to her and put a arm on her shoulder, letting her lean into him. She sighed, trying to hold back the tears.

"I miss them so much..." They sat in silence for a moment until the portrait opened to their surprise in walked Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley. Ginny was following close behind.

"Mr. Weasley," Hermione greeted with surprise as she wiped her eyes. Arthur gave the girl a warm smile and sat down. He pulled out some pictures.

"Hermione, I'm going to need you to identify this person for me." Hermione shook her head.

"No. I'm not identifying anymore deatheaters."

"But this is different," he pleaded.

"NO! I can't! I don't want to be reminded of that! I dream about it at night, isn't that enough! I don't want to see the murderers I know." She was now standing, her eyes frantic as she glared angrily at the men. Dumbledore stood forward.

"Hermione you don't understand. They found Voldemort..." Hermione froze.

"What?" Arthur stood up, showing her a photo of the mangled body of the once evil lord. Hermione grimaced, her arms circling her in protection. Arthur pulled out another picture and Hermione gasped, grabbing the picture and staring at it intently.

"Gelon..." she whispered. She then began to shred the picture. Arthur snatched the photo before she succeeded, but she did get a few pieces off. Stuffing the photo in his pocket, the minister looked at Hermione.

"We may be close to finding Ron and Harry. Just be patient and please stay safe. This is a perilous time right now with both boys missing and deatheaters are out for revenge. You're their number one target. Do what you're told and we'll get through this," Arthur said. Hermione nodded slowly, grabbing onto Neville's shoulder for support. Dumbledore gave her an encouraging smile.

"You'll be fine.."

The woman incharge of the two strange boys looked up from her work to see her male partner enter.

"Well?" The man smiled.

"They said that they're sending someone over immediatly. What about you, Laura?" The woman looked over to the figures.

"Not a peep. Those two haven't done anything since that crazy attack yesterday," Laura explained. The man nodded.

"Well, we won't have to speculate on what's wrong with them for long. Those men should be hear shortly." A knock came to the door and the man crossed over to it.

"Yes."

"Those men are here to look at the patients, Dr. Benstra." The man nodded at the young woman and exited with her. He was surprised at what he saw.

"My, you two are quite young. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" The men nodded.

"Of course. We deal with these things all the time. Now if you would be so kind as to lead my partner to the files for these poor souls. We want to know what we're dealing with." Dr. Benstra nodded his head and lead the second man down the corridor. Smirking, the first man entered the room. He paused and took in the appearances of the two on the bed. Battle wounds were in great abundunce, though it seemed as if the wounds were still open. Their faces were pale. The man crossed over to the woman. She looked up at him.

"Oh hello. I'm Dr. Laura Finny. You are?" The man didn't answer, instead pulling out a long slender piece of wood and pointing it at the woman.

"Obliviate!" The woman's face became blank. She then looked around and scratched her head.

"What am I doing here?" The man smiled.

"Nothing. Just visiting someone. You came to the wrong room." The woman nodded absent-mindedly and exited the room. As she left the man's partner entered. They both grinned at each other. The men went over to the beds and took the boys hands.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George!"

Crack! And they were gone!

Hermione and Ginny gripped each others hands tightly as they sat in the waiting room of St. Mungos. Fred and George had arrived with Harry and Ron moments before and Healers were dealing with the mess the muggles had failed to deal with. Mrs. Weasley was hugging her sons furiously, sobbing with joy as the rest of the family chattered on about the find. Only Hermione and Ginny remained silent.

"Mr. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley," came the Healer's voice. Everyone stood and crowded around the man. He looked around at all the expectant faces and smiled.

"Your son is fine, as is Mr. Potter. They're actually awake right this minute. Your son's cracking jokes even." Mrs. Weasley let out a cry of relief.

"Oh thank heavens! My little Ronniekens is ok! And Harry too! Oh can we see them?" she asked eagerly. The Healer smiled.

"Well actually, they specifically wanted to see a Miss Granger and a Miss Weasley. Said it was critical. Of course, I need permission from you, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley to let Ms. Granger in, seeing as she isn't family." Everyone turned to the anxious faces of Hermione and Ginny. Molly smiled.

"Of course! Let them in!" Ginny let out a squeal and they both quickly followed the man to the room. Both girls took deep breaths and entered.

"HERMIONE! GINNY!" Out of politeness, Ginny ran to her brother first, while Hermione ran to Harry. All of them were crying. Hermione pulled away from Harry, looking him over carefully.

"Oh my God... I can't believe it... Oh Harry!" She hugged him again. He couldn't stop laughing.

"I missed you too, Hermione!" He let her go and they both turned to see Ron murmuring things to a sobbing Ginny. Hermione let out a sob of laughter.

"Ginny! Let the man have some air!" Ron turned and his eyes got brighter once they caught sight of Hermione. As Ginny jumped on top of Harry, Hermione slowly made her way over to Ron, letting the sight sink in. It had been so long since she had laid her own eyes on him. The last time she'd seen him, he'd been burried under a fiery wooden beam. Ever since then, it had been a nightmare, for the both of them. Once she reached his bed, she paused, taking his hand as if testing to see if he was real. Then she let out a sob.

"Ron!" He pulled her into his arms and held her, both of them clinging to each other for dear life, never wanting to let go. Ron took in a deep wiff of her hair, savoring the smell of her. The feel of her. He didn't want to loose that feeling again. She pulled away, holding his face in her hands and babbling on. She was hardly making any sense.

"That day... the fire and you were stuck... I thought I'd lost you... so much smoke... monster..." Tears cascaded down her face and Ron didn't bother wiping them away. He had tears of his own. He nodded his head, his nose rubbing against hers.

"I know... I know," he mumbled. She continued to cry. "Hey, it's ok. I'm hear... I'm alive... You're safe." She nodded.

"I wanted to see you so badly..." she sobbed. He smiled.

"Well... now I'm here." She place her hand to his cheek. He couldn't stand it anymore. He needed her. He had spent to many years wondering what it would be like to have her need him so badly and now that it happened, he wanted more. He didn't want to keep dancing around what could possibly be one of the best things that ever happened to him. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips to his. She gasped into his mouth then sighed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him. The gentle kisses soon made way to passion and the kisses grew more heated, their need for each other more apparent. As Ron's arm went around her, Hermione felt a shiver going down her back and she absolutely loved the feeling, that just his arm around her waist could cause. He pulled her closer so that she was now on his lap.

Harry rolled his eyes at the two and turned back to Ginny. She was also on his lap, fiddling with his hands. He took her face in his hands.

"I saw you fall," he whispered. She looked up at him.

"I saw you disappear..." He twisted a lock of her fiery hair in his finger, going over her face. He leaned in and kissed her softly. She pulled away and brushed the hair out his face and stared at the scar. She reached up and touched it, tracing it with her finger. Harry took her face and pulled her back to him, kissing her again. Soon they had forgotten the other couple in the room.

"Oy! Why don't you find a room?" Came Fred's voice. Ron looked up from Hermione's neck.

"We have a room," he mumbled. The whole family was there. Harry and Ginny pulled away from each other, both their faces brighter than Ginny's hair. Mr. Weasley had his eyebrows raised as he watched the two embarrased girls hop off the beds. Hermione glanced at Ron. He smiled.

"I need to talk to you later." She nodded, smiling.

"OH RONNIE!" Mrs. Weasley grabbed her son into a hug. Everyone laughed as Ron struggled to maintain air.

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