Hey, I somehow accidentally deleted this chapter, but I remember posting it before, sorry about that but here it is... again.

"So what does this mean?" Harry asked.

"It means you've got to be ready to fight, I think Voldemort is getting ready for battle. I'm not sure, but the Dark Mark on Burns' arm means something, I see all these events that have happened over the past years it's like chain, they're all connected to each but there was a link that was missing. Burns' Dark Mark."

"What are you saying?"

"Tonks if you would," Dumbledore nodded at her and she tapped both of Adrien's ears with her wand so he couldn't hear the mature content. "As you all know, before her fifth year here, Hermione was raped and had a son. While Burns was not the one who actually raped her- a muggle did that- this new evidence has led me to believe that the muggle may have been imperiasized by Burns' to do so. If Burns' was an active Death Eater at that time which I believe he was, this may have not even been an attack on Hermione, I believe this was supposed to be an attack on Harry," all eyes shot towards the raven haired boy.

"What?"

"Harry, Voldemort has always tried to get to you care about, he did it with Miss Weasley here in your second year, and Sirius in your fifth, although I believe in your fifth year it was supposed to be Miss Granger, not Sirius. Voldemort was trying to lure you into a battle in your fifth year but something went wrong, I believe Burns thought her dead and didn't know what to do so he fled, but then she survived, and she never told you until this year so he couldn't use that. The rest you know of course, he used Sirius instead.

"But this year he's trying to use her again, I think Burns went back to Voldemort seeking forgiveness, Voldemort forgave him on one condition; that he delivered Miss Granger to him in order to lure you into a battle, a battle which he is hoping will be the final one." he finished and Tonks lifted the charm off of Adrien.

"Well if you weren't going to let me listen, why bring me up here?" Adrien asked irritably.

"We needed to keep you in sight." Dumbledore responded. "These are dangerous times; we can't afford to lose anyone,"

"Like my mum?" Adrien asked bitterly.

"We're going to find Hermione, Adrien, I promise," Draco put a hand on Adrien's shoulder.

Adrien didn't say anything in response but just buried his head in Draco's pant leg.

Draco rubbed Adrien's head in his best attempts to comfort the boy. He looked to Dumbledore and the others in a state of helplessness when a scream ripped through the grounds and several alarms went off at once inside of Dumbledore's office.

"What's going on?" Ron asked.

They all rushed to the window, Dumbledore in the front of them. "Merlin," he gasped as a dark demeanor took over the sky as clouds moved in front of the sun and the only light was coming from the purplish glow that surrounded each individual in dark, black, hoods and robes all marching out of the forest. Students in their Care of Magical Creatures class were running from the house for the castle, Hagrid and Fang shielding them.

"It's an invasion," Tonks stated, somewhat dumbstruck.

"Tonks, take Adrien up to Madam Pomfrey, now!" Dumbledore ordered. "And the rest of you, take off your robes, you'll be more mobile without them. Remus, contact all Order members and people in alliance with us and get them here immediately. Fawkes," he turned to his phoenix, "send a signal to everyone. Even the ministry, Scrimegeour will know what it means." And the phoenix and Remus were off.

"And the rest of you, follow me,"

"No," Harry spoke up, "Ginny should stay here,"

"Excuse me? I'm not staying here."

"Yes you are, I won't lose you!"

"Well then maybe I shouldn't let you go! Do you think I want to lose you!?"

"No but-"

"No buts! This bastard made my first year here a living hell and he almost killed me, Harry! And if you think I'm going to sit in the castle like some obedient little school girl, than you're wrong! This bastard has taken my family from me, and one of my best friends! I want to see this prick die!" she informed them all.

"But-"

"There's no time for fighting!" Draco interrupted.

"Draco's right. Ginny has just as much reason to fight along side with the Order as any of you do." Dumbledore explained. "To the battlefield." he ordered.

An hour later, everyone who was able was on the battlefield and curses were being thrown every which way. And the light side's already small numbers were becoming smaller and smaller by the minute. Harry was fighting his way through the Death Eaters in a hunger to get to Voldemort and he had taken most of the ones he fought down. Dumbledore couldn't have been prouder of him. Ginny and Ron were fighting fiercely too. Especially Ginny, after all, she had a personal Vendetta against these people.

But Draco wasn't fighting them to kill, sure he hated every one of them, and he was sure his father was somewhere in the mix of the Death Eaters, but that didn't matter. He cursed them all to the ground making his way closer to the forest. He had this feeling in the gut of him that couldn't be ignored; he had a feeling that Hermione was somewhere in there.

"Ah!" he screamed as he was hit in the back with a cruciatus curse. Suddenly one of the Death Eaters was standing over him and began talking to him.

"You know, when I first saw you here Draco, I was pleased that you had finally seen the light of things, and then I saw you weren't wearing a mask, and on top of that you had just cursed Nott. And that," he took off his mask and let down his hood to reveal a pale pointed face and long silvery hair, "displeases me Draco," Lucius finished; he aimed his wand at his son and began talking again while Draco still lie there writhing with pain coursing throughout his entire body in the middle of the forest. "And now I hear from Burns that you've been cavorting about with that little mudblood that we captured, Granger was her name I believe? Well, I suppose I can understand, I mean she was good for one thing…" his eyes glazed over with the malice and pleasure that he took in from seeing his son look this angry, yet be this helpless.

"Don't call me a mudblood," someone from directly behind Lucius growled before hitting him over the head with a rather impressive branch.

Lucius fell to his knees, stunned he dropped his wand and the attacker picked it up and pointed it at him. With Lucius's rage interrupted the cruciatus curse ceased and Draco looked up towards the person who had saved him. It was a girl he could tell from her ripped up blouse and skirt, but other than that she had no other gender identifying features. Her head had been shaved and her face and body beaten up so badly nothing was at a right angle. Especially her left leg, she was limping on it and it looked shattered. But her eyes, her eyes were the sole thing that Draco recognized her by. Those golden honey brown eyes which now glowed like fire were staring straight at his father's head with a pure hatred. "Hermione," he whispered inaudibly, "thank Merlin,"

She opened her mouth, said a few syllables in a language unknown to Draco and his father was sitting on the ground, looking at his hands perplexedly. He paled even more so than he already was and grabbed Draco's wand, he tried doing magic but nothing happened. He tried the most rudimentary charm, the levitation charm on a fallen leaf, but the leaf stayed stationary. Hermione knocked him out with a stunner to the head.

Draco stood up as Hermione fell down. That curse, what ever it was combined with that stunner had drained her of what little energy she had left and she collapsed into Draco's arms.

"Hermione," he stroked her cheek, tears welling up in his eyes. "Hermione?" he questioned, supporting her shaven head.

"Draco," she croaked. "I love you, and I'm sorry." she told him, her breath shallow.

"No Hermione, you have nothing to be sorry about." he told her.

"Draco, I'm dying…" she told him. "I'd like to see Adrien…" she mumbled.

"Ok," he said, not knowing what else to say. He picked her up in his arm and ran her the entire length over the battlefield. When he reached the hospital wing she was at the point of death.

"Mummy!" Adrien shouted, immediately recognizing his mum and running to her. "What happened?" he asked sadly as he saw what had been done to her.

"She got hurt Adrien, the men invading the field hurt her very badly." he explained best he could to the nearly three year old.

"Adrien," she croaked. "Adrien come here." Adrien crawled into the hospital bed with his mum while Draco went and informed Madam Pomfrey who was currently tending to Ron.

"Adrien, I want you to know, that I love you, no matter what anyone tells you I love more than life itself. And I will always be with you,"

"What you saying? What're you meaning, mum?" he asked, his grammar turning to mush in this stressful situation.

"Mister Malfoy, please take Adrien out of here, I have to sterilize the environment."

"No," he said firmly.

"Mr. Malfoy," she started shrilly. "I said I'm not leaving!" he screamed. "I love Hermione and Adrien and I'm staying with her!" he stomped his foot on the ground. And Madam Pomfrey could see in his eyes, that visiting hours didn't apply to him. And let him stay.

"Fine!" she admitted defeat. "But outside of the bubble!" she insisted. And Draco obeyed that.