Hermione hadn't risen yet, and it'd been about a day now. She wasn't positive, but she expected it to be close to morning, because a small cart bearing breakfast food rolled by. So they weren't even aloud to go to some cafeteria for breakfast? Hermione sighed as a piece of hard bread and a cup of water appeared in her cell.

Hermione hadn't spoken a word to anybody since she'd been here, even though Ron's cell was directly across from hers. How could she have done this? How could she have landed herself in prison, along with Ron? How could she have been so stupid? She thought back to being 16. None of this would have happened if she had taken that potion. It depressed her, but Hermione couldn't cry.

"I'm not eating this. Sir, it's full of nargals."

Hermione perked slightly. Was that… maybe, Luna? It sounded an awful lot like her. Hermione sat up for the first time being here. She turned her head from side to side, to find that Luna's cell was to the left of Ron's. She looked as young as ever, although she was a little weak-looking somehow. Seeing Luna brought a small smile to Hermione's face.

She wondered who else could be near here. She peered through the bars of her own cell. She saw a mane of ginger hair, and a still form of someone who could be none other than one of the Weasley twins to the left of her. She turned her head quickly to the right to find George Weasley lying on the stone floor, staring at the ceiling. Hermione wasn't sure how long they'd been here--she couldn't quite recall-- but it must have been bad, because neither of them were wearing their usual grins, and it scared her.

Hermione looked to the right of Ron, hoping to find someone else she knew, but the cell was empty. Every couple of hours, a dementor would glide past the cells, taking happiness with them. Hermione wished she'd had her wand on her… but it was taken by Malfoy in the struggle.

A couple of days later, she dared to speak.

"…Ron?" her voice was weak from lack of use.

Ron glanced up from where he lay. "…Yeah?"

"I know it doesn't mean much, I've said it so much… but I'm really sorry. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't be in this mess…"

Ron didn't answer for a while, but eventually she heard his soft, sad voice respond, "…Don't blame yourself. This was all Lavender's fault."

Hermione frowned, "Yes… but, I'm the one who provoked her."

Ron shook his head. "You were only being a good friend. She was unfaithful, and you let me know. You did what anyone… would do…" his words were hardly audible at parts.

A small, cheery voice piped up, "Is that Hermione Granger?" Luna sat up and gripped the bars of her cell, "Have you come back to the side of good?" Luna questioned.

"What?" was Hermione's reply.

"Well, if you were still a death eater, you wouldn't be here, now would you? I always knew you were good at heart." Luna beamed.

Hermione admired Luna, but also felt she was being a little naïve. "I am, but I betrayed you all. Aren't you… mad?"

Luna shook her head, "Not really. Not anymore anyway. As long as you're on our side, I trust you."

"How can you trust that traitor?" said a voice to the left of Hermione. Fred was speaking, but his voice was as weak as Ron's, "Once a death eater, always a death eater. It's her own fault she landed herself here, and half of the Order."

Hermione sighed, "I know, Fred. And I don't expect you to ever forgive me, but that's not me anymore."

"Oh, right." This time, it was George who spoke.

"Would you knock it off?" Ron's voice muttered, but it was heard.

"Ron?" Fred and George spoke at the same time, "Blimey, what are you doing here? Were you caught? How's Lavender?"

"Ohh! How wonderful! It's an entire D.A reunion!" Luna clapped her hands.

"Shut it, Luna. Lavender turned me in. And Hermione. She ran of with Seamus." Ron explained in a calm voice.

"Ron. What the bloody hell are you talking about?" George pointed out.

And with that, Ron went into deep explanation about everything that happened the past few months. He explained about no trusting Hermione when he ran into her the first few times, how she'd saved his life more than once, how she'd moved in with himself and Lavender. He told about going to Hermione's, and finding the truth about why she was acting like a traitor. He told them about he potion Hermione had taken, and the potion they were now trying to brew.

"Well, how are you going to get to it now? In case you hadn't noticed, we're in prison." Fred stated.

Ron rolled his eyes, "You're not so cheery anymore, Fred. I know we can't, I don't know what happens now."

Nobody really spoke to each other the next couple of days, although occasionally Hermione would receive a friendly look from one of her "friends". At least they didn't hate her anymore.

Hermione heard something like a chain scraping ground one night. She looked up from her pathetic excuse for a bed, to see Luna adjusting chains that bound to her ankles.

"Luna?" Hermione whispered, "Why are you chained up?" None of the rest of them were, so Hermione was curious.

"Hmm? Oh, they always show up just a few days before a full moon. I suppose I'll be transforming within a week."

Hermione blinked. Then she remembered. Luna had been bitten by a werewolf. "Luna… I'm so sorry."

"Oh it's not all bad. I lose track of who I am as a werewolf. It's like I'm free, even if it's just for a couple of hours."

Hermione frowned. Luna would find some way to be cheerful about being a werewolf.

Hermione wondered how long they'd been here. Luna would be here the longest, followed by Fred and George. She expected that she and Ron would only have been here a little over a week. Somewhere in the Weasley house, the potion was freezing underneath a pile of rubble, never to be unfrozen of finished.

All of this was her fault, and she wanted to fix it.

"We're getting out of here." Hermione said one day out of the blue.

"What?" came Ron's voice, "Are you mental? This is Azkaban, Hermione. You can't just walk out of here whenever you please!"

"Yeah. Don't you think we've tried to figure out a way to escape? Nada." Fred nodded.

Hermione shook her head, "I don't know how, but I'm going to get us out of here! It's my fault any of you are here in the first place."

Ron was looking at Hermione as if she was crazy, and the twins wouldn't even look at her, but Luna was nodding enthusiastically.

"Oh yes! The D.A is finally coming back!"

"No, Luna. We're just trying to escape… No more Dumbledore's army…" Hermione pondered, "How should we do this?"

"We could dig our way out." Ron suggested. He looked at Hermione dumbly, as if he knew her plan would fail.

"No. I don't think so Ron. That only works in movies. Besides, what would we dig with? We don't have our wands, or any tools for that matter."

Luna piped up, "We could fly."

Hermione blinked, "Just how would we do that?"

She blinked, "Well… we would need a diversion, that's for sure, but if we managed to blow a wall to bits, we could fly away…" Luna spoke dreamily, as if she was drifting off into a slumber.

"No… Luna. Even if we did manage to blow up a wall, how would we possibly fly?"

Luna didn't answer.

It was the scraping of Luna's chains that gave Hermione the idea.

"I've got it!" she said the next night.

The gloomy prisoners all looked up at her. "What the hell, Hermione?" Ron rubbed his eyes, wearily.

Hermione grinned, despite her empty feeling. "Luna's a werewolf, right?"

"Yes." Luna responded calmly.

"Well, on the full moon, we'll have her bite through her cage, and then bite through ours. Then she'll attack the dementors while we escape!"

There was silence for several minutes, "Then what'll happen to Luna?"

Hermione cleared her throat, "Well, she'll follow us, once she's taken care of the dementors."

Ron shook his head, "Hermione… Luna doesn't have control when she's a werewolf. She could bite any one of us. Besides, how are we supposed to know if she would even have any effect on the dementors? And where exactly are we supposed to run?"

Hermione's heart sank. Ron was right. There was absolutely no way this plan could work. She slid down against the wall, feeling crushed. The hope that had been flooding through her disappeared.

"Well, I think it's worth a shot." came a voice.

Hermione's eyes moved to Luna's cell, who was agreeing with her, "I think we should try it. We'll never know unless we try, right?"

Hermione's smile returned and she nodded, "Great. When's the full moon, Luna?"

Luna put a finger to her lips, "Well, I would expect within the next two days. I've had these chains on for almost a week, and I've been working on loosening them. They can't hold me very tightly as a werewolf, and I've even broken out of them once."

The group was completely silent the next day. They were waiting, just waiting for the night. Waiting to put the plan in action.

Night fell, and the glow of the full moon shined through the tiny windows in the cells. Hermione watched as Luna's calm face suddenly took on a look of pain and aguish. She tried to look away, especially when Luna's cries echoed in Azkaban.

She opened her eyes after several long moments to see the wolf form of Luna struggling to break free of her chains. Sure enough, she broke away from them with ease only seconds later. Luna howled in her cell and kicked at her bars, trying her very best to break them. No luck came for at least an hour of pounding, but eventually she broke the lock and stumbled from the walls holding her back. Luna bounded down the halls, then came back, growling and spitting everywhere.

Hermione clutched the bars of her cell. She was starting to wonder if this idea was smart… She didn't have time. In no time, Luna had crunched the locks on all of their cells. Hermione wondered wheter Luna still had her mind, but the look in the wolf's eyes told her different. After freeing them, Luna went howling down the hall, calling attention to herself. Hermione fled from her cell and called to the others.

"Quick! Come on! Run!" Hermione breathed.

Fred groaned, "Guys! Dementors!" Fred pointed to a dementor that was rounding the corner.

"RUN!" Hermione screamed. She and the Weasleys ran for their lives, to where, they had no idea.

Everything was going fine until they heard a loud yelp.

"Luna." Ron groaned. "We have to save her, Hermione. We can't just… leave her."

Hermione shook her head, "N…no… we have to escape… we can't…"

"She's a damn human, Granger! Are you sure you're on our side?" questioned George. The three of them left Hermione standing there, as they ran the opposite way, towards the noise.

Hermione shook her head. She choked back tears, then followed after them.

Luna was lying on the floor in her werewolf form surrounded in a pool of her own blood. Hermione gasped, then screamed. Spells were sent at the four of them, and their wrists were tied. A pair of dementors came by and gripped onto the party by their arms. Tears fell from Hermione's eyes. They were so close…

A dark looking wizard walked forward in their direction, "Think you can just make a break from Azkaban? The greatest Wizarding prison? Ohh, you're all in deep now. Maybe you'll be getting a kiss before to long? Maybe they'll let you rot in here forever. We'll see what happens. It doesn't look good for you twins. You had your trial. Perhaps we could arrange the kiss now?"

Fred and George said nothing.

"You two." he pointed to Ron and Hermione, "May be lucky. You'll get a trial first. Although I hope they don't go easy on you. Filthy traitors."

Hermione and the others were thrown back into their cells. She was quiet again for several days. Her plan had failed, and she'd doomed them all.

Luna was back in her human form, and she was pretty banged up. Her face was bruised, and here was a large gash on the back of her head. Even Luna didn't speak much, and that frightened Hermione most of all.

Her trial was set for the following day. She and Ron had separate cases, but they were both on the same day. She didn't know what would happen to Fred and George, and she didn't like to think about it.

Twenty four hours later, Hermione and Ron were dragged in chains to a small room filled with witches and wizards. Ron was chained to a wall outside, where a dementor guarded him, while Hermione was sat in front of an entire court room.

Hermione could hardly see why it was called a trial, she wasn't permitted to speak, and when she tried, she was silenced with a spell.

"Miss Granger. You are tried with dirty blood status, and betrayal. You were also caught trying to escape just the other day. Now you know, this is all very serious."

Hermione didn't answer, she couldn't.

"As you know, the Dark Lord and the Ministry look down on this sort of thing. Therefore you will be sentenced to the Dementor's kiss next week Friday."

Tears fell from Hermione's eyes in shock. So this was how it would all end? She was going to lose her soul just for taking a couple swigs of a potion?

With that, Hermione was dismissed and taken back to her cell. She wondered in silence what was happening to Ron right now.

Several hours later, or maybe, just a few minutes, Ron returned to his cell across from her. Fred and George sat quietly in theirs. They seemed to know that they to, were doomed. Luna would be fine, as she was "not in a proper state" when she broke loose, but she was still stuck in prison for life.

Hermione looked up at Ron with tear-stained eyes, "I'm so sorry, Ronald…"

Ron shook his head. His face was strangely blank, "Forget it, Hermione. It's all over."

"You can't just give up like that, Ron. I know it's difficult… but you have to keep going."

"I'm getting the bloody Dementor's kiss on Friday, Hermione. There's no way to keep going. Face it, we lost."

Hermione shook her head, "No…"

No words were exchanged for several hours, when Hermione spoke again, "I love you, Ron." she said the words clearly, but they sounded sad.

Ron didn't respond.

"I don't know what I would have done without you. I just… I love you so much. I always have. And now, because of me, we're both goners. I can't tell you enough how sorry I am, and how much I love you… Please forgive me. Good-bye my love."

Ron still said nothing. Fresh tears fell down Hermione's cheeks.

Last meals were being given out. Hermione could hardly believe it. It was the day before the kiss, and a day before Fred and George were to be executed.

Hermione couldn't think of eating, but was given a steaming bowl of scalding hot soup and a plate of some kind of fish. She poked at it with her fork, but didn't take a bite.

Once the food-deliverer had disappeared from sight, Luna beamed.

"You mustn't lose faith, now."

Hermione looked back up, "What?"

Luna grinned, then whispered, "I have a wand."

Hermione's eyes widened, but she kept her voice low, "What? How did you get a wand?!"

Luna shrugged, "I'm not quite sure. I must have picked it up in my wolf form. You know, from some shocked wizard."

Hermione gaped at her, 'Why are you telling us this, now?"

Luna simply smiled, "It wasn't the right time before."

Hermione's heart pounded, "Quick! Luna, give me the wand!"

Luna rolled the wand across the floor, and Hermione grabbed it hungrily, as if she'd never seen anything like it. Tears of joy fill her eyes. Were they finally going to escape?

She pointed the wand at her cell lock and muttered, "Alohamora!" She wasn't sure if it would work, but sure enough, there was a click, and the door unlocked itself. She swung it open, looking left to right to check for guards.

"Hey! What's going on here?!" Hermione heard a man's voice. (Why didn't they send a dementor? Oh well.) She hid behind her cell wall and waited for him to pass. When he did, she levitated her bowl of hot soup and sent it smashing into the back of his head.

There was a cry of shock, but the wizard crumbled to the floor, unconscious. Hermione began unlocking the other cells. "Quick. Someone would have heard that." Hermione stopped at Ron's door. "What have you been doing?" she asked, pointing at a mound at dirt in the corner of his cell.

Ron blinked, "I started it a while ago. Remember when I suggested digging? Well… I saved the spoons they gave me at dinner, but it wasn't going very well."

Hermione grinned, "Ron… you're so wonderful."

She grabbed him, and pulled his face toward her own, and kissed him with all the passion she had. Happiness filled her when Ron kissed her back. She flushed deep when she felt his tongue stroke her lower lip. She could hear Luna clapping, but Fred and George bellowing.

"Okay, we get it! You love each other. Now, are we ever going to escape from this dump!?" Fred demanded.

Hermione snapped back into reality, "Right! Come on. She pushed her way into Ron's cell, and the others followed.

"What the hell…?" Ron questioned, "What are you doing?"

"Making this hole bigger!" Hermione answered instantly. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. She pointed the wand at the wall and stated quite calmly, "Confringo!"

The wall blew apart, and a large hole gaped in front of them. Hermione could see ocean far below them.

"Hermione! Dementors!" came Fred's cry.

Hermione almost laughed. She didn't even think dementors would have any effect on her now. She was feeling on top of the world. She was escaping prison with her friends, and there was a chance to make things right again. She had just kissed Ron, and she'd finally have her life back. No. No dementor could effect her now!

Hermione turned around with a smirk. She almost laughed at the dementor floating in front of them.

"Expecto Patronum!" Hermione shouted. The beautiful silvery otter burst from the wand and circled the dementor, sending it spiraling away.

"What the hell is going on here!?" came a very angry voice. The wizard seemed slightly taken aback by the sight of an unconscious wizard, that he didn't notice the fact that four prisoners were standing in front of a hole, preparing to escape.

"JUMP!" George shouted. Hermione looked at her friends who all nodded at her. Luna jumped first. Hermione gripped Ron's hand, who gave her a smile. The two stood on the edge of the hole… then leapt.

Hermione thought she saw a flash of green light pass above her, but she paid it no mind. Right now, she was simply concentrating on the fact that she was falling from the wizard prison, and heading for a deep dangerous ocean below. She fumbled for the wand she'd taken, ready to soften the blow, but it slipped from her hands… Hermione let of a scream as it fell to the waters below.

Seconds later, Hermione and Ron plunged into the icy waters. It was as if she been shot, she thought. The water was like ice, and the impact was terrible. She sank below the surface, and she felt herself being separated from Ron, momentarily. She struggled for the surface, waving her arms in a pathetic attempt to reach it.

She somehow did manage to reach it. When she did, she felt herself choking on water and air. She sputtered and coughed, looking for the others. Surely, they would have surfaced by now? Hermione looked up at Azkaban. The intimidating prison looked much bigger from down here… The hole they had made was hardly visible. Hermione shook her head and sighed in relief when a red head appeared next to her.

Ron was choking and coughing like she had, but when he saw she was fine, he sighed and swam to her, wrapping her in his arms. "God… I thought we were goners, but you're safe. You're safe…" he continued to repeat it.

Hermione shivered against him and choked a laugh, "W-we can celebrate later… Where are the others?"

Ron blinked, then looked around in fear, "You mean.. they haven't surfaced?" No sooner had he said that, did Fred make his appearance above the water, coughing loudly.

"Fred! You made it, bro!" Ron smacked his brother on the back, "We're going to be okay, mate!"

Fred didn't look cheerful at all. As a matter of fact, he looked downright depressed.

"…Fred?" Hermione breathed.

"He got hit." Fred muttered, "George. He's gone."

Hermione bit her lip and a tear fell down her cheek. George must have been hit by the killing curse… That was what that flash of green was.

"I'm sorry… Both of you."

Neither of them answered her. No one spoke for a few seconds, until Ron spoke, "Where's Luna?"

Hermione gasped. In all of the confusion, she had practically forgot. She looked around the water desperately, searching for any sign of Luna. Was it possible that Luna had not survived the fall? That she had drowned? Hermione bit her lip, "No… not Luna to…"

"Luna?" Ron called, "Luna?! "LUNA!" Ron yelled. Hermione tredded water helplessly beside him. Luna was gone… but they still had to get out of there, and because she dropped the wand, they'd have to swim.

"It's no use, Ron. She's gone. We have to start going now, or we'll freeze to death."

Ron blinked at her, "I thought you had a wand?"

Hermione refused to meet his gaze, "I… I dropped it. When we were falling. I'm sorry. I always screw everything up."

She started to sob into her hands, and Ron and Fred both started at her with pity and anger.

"Somebody drop this?" came a small voice from behind them.

Luna grinned behind them, wearing an exhausted look. "I had to dive down pretty deep to get it, and even then it was hard to find. Luckily father trained me for times like this. We would always dive for fun in the black lake!" She held the wand up in her shivering hand.

Hermione cheered. She could almost kiss Luna, and wasn't surprised when Fred grabbed her and kissed her full on the mouth. She giggled, and Luna turned bright red.

"Thank you, Luna. You're the greatest." she hugged the strange blonde girl, thinking she could never have a more faithful friend.

The four of them all gathered together. Hermione wasn't sure how apparating inside water would work, but this was the only choice they had. She also wasn't sure where they should go. They couldn't go back to the green, and not Fred's hiding spot… Even through all the planning they had done to escape the past month (Almost a full month), she'd never thought where they would go afterward.

"I know where to go." came Luna's sweet voice. Hermione watched as she raised the wand, and the three of them gripped Luna tightly as they disapparated.

This is now the longest chapter. :D Yay! They have escaped from Azkaban, thanks to the wonderful Luna! : ) But now what will happen to the group? Read and Review please! I love getting reviews, they make my day!

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