I own nothing but the plot and Adrien Granger.

Hermione woke up with a shudder the next morning. The window at the end of the infirmary was open. An owl was perched on the ledge, holding a little scroll in his beak, and upon seeing her awake, it flitted over to her and dropped the parchment before flying off.

Hermione's hands trembled as she read the letter.

I found you. No Aurors or they die. If you want them to live, than show up at the Hogs Head in two weeks at three o' clock sharp. I'll find you anyway.

Hermione burst into silent tears as she jumped out of bed. Her shoulder ached but she didn't care. She put her clothes back on and ditched the hospital gown in her bed before practically sprinting to the owlery. She found some parchment and began to scribble furiously to her parents while hoping someone was just toying with her.

Mum, Dad, Adrien,

Something weird is going on. Are you all ok? Please answer me as soon as possible because I'm really worried.

Love,

Hermione

Hermione sent her letter on its way with one of the schools express owls, and then proceeded back to her dorm. It was quiet in the castle at this hour. The sun had just risen and was now peaking through the windows, casting odd shadows on the castle floors. She wiped the anxious tears of a young mother from her cheeks, smearing her mascara.

She turned a corner and immediately ran headlong into someone. "S-sorry," she choked out as she got up.

"Ah, it is alright Miss Granger," spoke the soft elderly voice of Professor Dumbledore. "But what are you doing out so early, I believed you to be in the hospital wing."

"I woke up this morning and I just had to get out of there," she explained shakily.

Dumbledore gave her one of his famous inquisitive looks before asking, "Miss Granger is there something you are not telling me?" He looked directly into her honey brown eyes, searching for the answer.

"Yes," she whispered. "But not here. Can we go to your office? I don't want to be interrupted." She was on the verge of breaking down.

"Of course," he told her kindly before leading the way.

Ten minutes they walked in silence before they reached the stone gargoyle where the silence was broken when the headmaster said, "Sugar quill." And the stone gargoyle leapt aside allowing them entrance.

"So," started the headmaster as he sat down behind his desk and gestured for her to sit as well. "What has happened that has bothered you so?"

Hermione burst into tears again as memories came flooding back to her from two years previous. "Do you remember what happened two years ago, in fifth year?"

"I have and excellent memory and remember many things that happened in your fifth year, but I presume that you are talking about the one that affected you the most?"

Hermione nodded.

"Here." He handed her a tissue box.

"Thank you," she mumbled. "It's just that, yesterday when Draco and I were hit with that bludger, Lee Jordan said that it was hit by a Gregory Burns."

"You are concerned that he is the one who stood by and let you get raped?"

"Yes, and I know it's a long shot but it's just… he looks like him, exactly like him and when I woke up this morning in the infirmary, there was an owl waiting for me. It had a letter"

"Do you have this letter Miss Granger?"

She nodded furiously and handed the letter to Professor Dumbledore who seemed to read it over several times before he sighed and set the letter down. "Have you told anyone else about this?" he asked gravely.

"No- well I owled my parents and son and asked if they were all right."

"You should not have done that,"

"WELL WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? SOMETHING THAT I THOGHT WAS OVER A LONG TIME AGO, SHOWS UP TODAY TO TELL ME IT'S FAR FROM OVER! AND WORST OF ALL HE'S THREATENING MY SON AND PARENTS! I COULDN'T THINK STRAIGHT!" Then she collapsed into a fit of tears on the floor.

Dumbledore's face softened. "I understand Miss Granger, if I was in your place I would have reacted the same way. I was only stating that you should not have done that. The man behind this will only see this as a sign that you are ready to go the police if you have to. Right now I want you to go back to the hospital wing, and tell Madam Pomfrey that I requested that you have a calming draught. Please, rest, I shall alert certain Order members, and we will try and get your family away safely."

Hermione nodded and made her way to the door. "Miss Granger, another question." She turned around. "Does anyone else no about your rape or son?"

"Yes, Malfoy," she told the headmaster.

"I was not aware you and Mister Malfoy were so close," he sounded genuinely shocked.

"We're not, he fell into my pensieve a few months ago." she explained dully.

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "If Mister Malfoy is still in the hospital wing when you return, tell him that I would like to see him, and if you get any more letters give them to me first. Now, go rest."

Back in the infirmary Hermione had just taken her calming draught and Draco was waking up. "Malfoy," she shook him awake. "Malfoy!" she shoved him.

"What?" he snapped, sitting up.

"Dumbledore wants to see you,"

"Now?" he groaned,

"Yes, now get up and go," she told him, her patience running out.

"Yes, mum." he said before leaving

Hermione crawled back into her bed and went back to sleep, the same nightmares plaguing her only they involved her son and parents dying, being injured or tortured.

Hermione woke up that day at eleven am to find another owl, this one at her side, along with today's Daily Prophet. She gasped when she saw the headline of the front page: Wimbourne Wasps Beater, Gregory Burns Goes Missing.

"Gregory Burns, famed beater of the Wimbourne Wasps Quiditch team has failed to show up for several practices, press conferences and other personal affairs after being hounded by the media for hitting bludgers at the crowd- including small children, at a charity Quiditch match on Friday. Friends of Burns' went to his apartment to find the place completely undisturbed. 'It looked like he had just gone out for groceries and never came back' commented long time girlfriend Jan Lane…"

Hermione's eyes were wide, but something didn't make sense to her. The paper said he had missed several practices, but how could he have missed a practice if it was only a day after the match? Hermione looked up at the right hand corner of the paper to learn that it had actually been several days since the accident. I've been asleep for three days? She asked herself horrified.

Getting out of the bed she ran all the way up several floors to Dumbledore's office and knocked loudly on his door.

"Come in," he said.

"Professor, why didn't anyone tell me that I've been asleep for almost three days?" she practically screamed, not aware that Draco was in the room.

"Because you did not ask," he replied simply. "I assume you have a reason besides that for interrupting my meeting with Mister Malfoy?"

"Yes," she panted. "I've got another letter." She handed over the letter for him to read. "And there was something in the prophet, something that really worried me sir, it says Gregory Burns has gone missing," she was close to crying now.

"Ah, the last piece of the puzzle." he muttered. "Miss Granger please take a seat."

She complied as he read the letter, his eyebrows furrowed and his face showed increasing signs of worry. "Miss Granger, I have informed Mister Malfoy of everything that has happened so that there will be no holes or awkward questions and because I believe that Mr. Burns may have figured out that Mister Malfoy knows of what happened all those years ago. You see, he was an accomplished legillimens, I can only assume that when he spotted you in the crowd he wanted to know what was going on in you head.

"Due to the fact that most minds are vulnerable when the person is distraught as you were with Mister Malfoy, it was easy to see what was going on and so he knew that Mister Malfoy knew what had happened and what he looked like which was most important to him. Recently he learned that the muggle police and a few cold case Aurors were still working on your case to try and find the man who had let this happen,"

"But how do you know that?" Hermione asked.

"I know this because, bright as Mr. Burns is seeing as he accomplished legillemency, he was rather stupid in other areas. In this letter he wrote he got a bit carried away and started to monologue, he explained everything and let lose that which we obviously know- he is a wizard and yet was careful not to say his name.

"Anyway, he decided a long time ago that he needed to get rid of whoever knew what he had done and knew what he looked like, he aimed that bludger hoping that it would hit you in the head, causing you amnesia or memory loss. He knew that Mister Malfoy here was an accessory and sent it at him as a warning, that if he was smart enough to figure out who he was, than he had better keep his mouth shut or he would get the same as you.

"Unfortunately for him that plan backfired and he faced an inquiry after the match, it was then that I assume he disappeared to find your family, as long as their lives are in his hands he believes you will not go to the Ministry or Aurors. And you didn't, but you did come to me which was a wise thing to do because at this moment I have several Ord-" he looked at Draco. "Of my people formulating a plan to get your son and parents out of there safe and alive."

"Thank you," was all Hermione could say.

"It is no problem Miss Granger, although there is a possibility that I will need to send you and Mister Malfoy to a safe location if our worst fear should happen."

"Worst fear?" Malfoy asked.

"He means if my family gets killed!" snapped Hermione. "Honestly, how did you ever get to be head boy in the first place?" she had risen out of her chair and stomped her foot on the ground as she said this.

"And now," said Professor Dumbledore calmly, "I know you especially Miss Granger do not want to hear this, but if you would return to your dormitories and pretend like nothing has happened while the Ord-" he cast another look at Draco, "my people and I will take care of this."

The two returned to their dorms where Hermione slammed her door and sobbed into her pillow. Draco tried to comfort her but learned pillows weren't very soft when throw with all your might, and left Hermione to her space, telling himself he would try again later.

A/N: Reviews, as always, are much aprecciated!