Authors Note: This chapter took a bit longer than expected, school is in session again and we have exams this week. Bleh. But anyway on with chapter four, the point of views will switch around from here to there but I promise that it won't be anything confusing.

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

When Ginny, Ron, Fleur and Harry bought a house and decided to design and share the rooms and bills amongst each other, they wanted it to stay muggle as possible, at least on the outside. Ginny once said it is like the Burrow only "with a twist". It had three stories but only one could be seen, the main floor was for the guests and the second and third for the couples.

While entering through the front door the first thing you saw was the kitchen on the left which was vast in size which was done because of Ginny's orders. Past the kitchen was the living room and just a bit further was the back porch. Next to the kitchen was an impressive staircase, with pictures adorning the walls of anything and everything possible, one of them was a photograph that was taken before the Order had set out to defeat Voldemort. Further down was the guest bedroom which was just for anyone that would like to stay over, equipped with a bathroom and a small kitchen.

On the second floor lived Ron and Fleur, their grand master suite was located on the right and on the left they had decided to include a library. It was Harry's idea; he had said that you never know when you might need to research something. It was also where you could find Harry and Ron battling against each other in a game of wizard's chess.

The third floor were Ginny and Harry decided to live wasn't chosen because it was the only one left. When the house was added onto Ginny and Fleur decided to surprise the boys by adding a gym opposite their bedroom. But of course it wasn't a muggle gym. It was a full blown Quidditch pitch inside their house. The boys were ecstatic of course, and spent more days there than with their wives. Ginny and Fleur of course didn't mind because they spent most of their time in the basement where they added on, with magic of course, a swimming pool.

But when Hermione saw the home she so rarely visited anymore, she didn't take notice of any memories that were reappearing in her mind, she ran through the backdoor and into the living room. She was so wrapped up in her dilemma that she didn't even think about who would be home, she just screamed his name. "Harry!"

The next thing she knew he was running down the steps looking very concerned. "What's the matter," he asked her putting his hand on her shoulder.

"He's here! He's back! Something happened I don't know what, but he came back," said Hermione half hysterical and flustered, motioning her hands throughout her speech.

"What are you talking about? Come one let's sit outside," Harry asked directing her to his backyard so they could talk without anyone coming home and seeing a distraught Hermione.

When in his backyard Harry sat down in his favorite patio chair and Hermione lay down in a hammock that she started to like ever since Harry bought it. As she had partly calmed down she spoke with a shaking voice, "Draco. He's back."

"Hermione… We just had this talk this afternoon." Harry said trying to reassure her.

"No Harry you don't understand. I saw him… He somehow knew where I lived, he was there in my living room waiting for me," she said in a slightly shaken voice.

Harry was seriously starting to become worried about Hermione. Ever since graduation when she took up this profession and has been trying to solve this case, Draco has been the only thing she talked about. And he believed it was on her mind more than anything else, he was scared that it had taken a hold of her, but maybe it wasn't too serious.

"Hermione…"

"You…you don't believe me do you? Harry I'm not making this up! He was at my house, I had just returned from Hogwarts, there are shards all over my carpet," Hermione realizing the werewolf's hair, "Oh darn, that means I have to get another batch."

"Hermione please…"

"Harry you have to believe me! Why would I make this up?" Hermione said while standing up and pacing back and forth in front of Harry.

Harry realizing as this being his perfect chance, took out his wand and behind him called upon the place he hoped they could help her, St. Mungo's.

"Hermione, you aren't making any sense. Don't you think that considering you were particularly close to him, that his death remained with you in not a good way? I know its hard letting go, I had to do it when Sirius was killed." For a brief moment when he mentioned his godfather a shadow crept over his face but it was gone before Hermione saw it.

"Please Harry you have to believe me. I don't know how this came to be or what is going on but something is happening. I can feel it. Haven't you been having any dreams after Voldemort's downfall about anything? A new threat or anything?" ceasing her pacing Hermione now stood in front of him waiting for him to answer her. But Harry never had the chance to do so. During the next second three wizards clad in dark green robes appeared beside Hermione.

"Harry what is going on? Who are they?" When Harry didn't answer Hermione tried to fight of the new visitors, but they already took away her wand and cast "Silencio" on her. This surprise was nothing compared to the next words she heard.

"Mr. Potter," one of the wizards on her left started to say, "We will keep her on level six for the time being. She will be admitted under your name, for you to release her, if the time arises? Or will it be someone else?"

"Level Six? Harry! No, Harry you can't do this to me! I don't belong there, I'm telling you is the truth. Just go to my house and look for that broken bottle, ask Snape he will tell you that I was at Hogwarts! Harry!"

Hermione was trying to get Harry's attention but he wouldn't look her way he just continued talking to the wizards.

"No it will be me. I will be by shortly to fill out the required paperwork. Her name is Hermione Granger her guardian became Severus Snape after her parents' death. I will contact him when you leave."

"Very well, thank you Mr. Potter. No harm was done I presume?" asked the wizard to Hermione's right.

"No. None to me, I just fear for her safety." Harry said but still not looking at her even though she was trying hard to get away. Luck apparently wasn't on her side today.

Before Hermione disappeared Harry turned his body away from her heading back towards his house, never noticing the silent scream that emitted from her as she was taken away.

Something's not right.

That was the first thing Snape realized when he returned from his last potions lesson of the day. There was a snowy owl perched on his coffee table with a note attached to its leg. He never received owls at this time of day and most of all not from Harry Potter.

One sentence in particular made him drop his cup of tea in his lap.

Hermione was taken to St. Mungo's

She seemed perfectly fine when she left here not so long ago besides having her life threatened by Lucius Malfoy.

He turned the letter over to see if any clues were given to why she was brought to St Mungo's, but nothing was stated.

After a couple of minutes of pondering over the letter he came to the conclusion that he should investigate it himself. He got a spare piece of parchment and wrote a note to the headmaster, saying that something came up and he had to leave. But for him not to worry, because he will still be able to teach the Dueling Club he took up with Professor Lupin for tomorrow evening. He took Harry's owl, that for some reason still sat there and attached the note that was for the Headmaster. Then he walked over to the couch to get his cloak, pocketed Harry's letter and his wand, and flooed over to Hermione's flat.

Crunch.

When Snape stepped out of the fireplace he looked down and saw there was glass on the floor. Upon closer inspection he noticed it was the vial that he gave Hermione this afternoon.

He noted this down as his first clue. She must not have gotten far if it lies broken in front of her fireplace. But what happened? He walked around and observed every room wand in hand but everything seemed to be in order. When he was back in the living room he stood by her couch and glanced around in thought. That's when he noticed a door he was sure he never saw before on any previous visits.

He held his wand firmly in his hand and opened the door with caution. What was inside, made his wand fall out of his hand and clatter onto the floor.

The rooms' contents were a true shock to him.

The walls were covered with newspaper clippings, most from the Daily Prophet and even some from muggles', all reporting about the same thing, Draco Malfoy's death.

This must be more serious than he thought.

On the left wall was a cauldron set on a table surrounded by stacks of paper. Snape approached the table and he noticed the papers had markings in red ink around it. He picked up one of the documents and that's when he heard a 'pop' coming from the living room.

Someone had arrived.

Hermione couldn't believe what was happening to her. In the past twenty four hours she had gone from a nice meal with Harry at her favorite Ice Cream Parlor to being locked up at St. Mungo's by the same person.

I need to get out of here.

Where could she go? If Harry would lock her up in level six, the place where people that are not only a danger to themselves but a danger to society as well go to, there is no chance that anyone would believe her.

Harry was the only person who thought that Draco and her dating was alright Ron never knew and she wouldn't want know what he would do if he found out. Harry didn't even believe her so there would be no chance of anyone else doing so. She was alone, and soon Harry will be here to fill out her paperwork.

Harry.

The one person she thought she could trust, and now she is stuck in this nuthouse waiting for six o'clock to arrive so dinner could be served.

When she arrived the medical staff immediately 'sedated' her and took her to her own little private room as one of the medi-witches described it. But to Hermione it looked more like a prison cell. The walls were painted a white color and some spots had the paint already chipped off. There was a small bed in which she took a nap when she arrived and where she was laying on at the moment.

There was a clock that she spotted through her main door window when she woke up, and considering they took all of her clothes including her watch and put her in this scratchy nightgown, she repeatedly looked at it and it confirmed that in a couple of minutes dinner will be served. Right on cue Hermione heard someone open and then close her door. She didn't look up or even acknowledge them when they approached her she just wanted to be alone, who knew what they did to you in this place.

"I've come to get you out of here. Surely you wouldn't want to stay here." He said throwing a pair of clothes at her. Hermione thinking he was talking about dinner made her inspect the clothes. Maybe it was a custom in here to get dressed up when going to dinner.

But when she examined the clothes a feeling of sadness washed over her, "These are my clothes. How did you get them?" A pair of blue jeans, a maroon sweater and grey sneakers that looked strikingly familiar.

"Do you really think that your clothes are the main problem right now? Put them on and stop wasting time, we need to get out of here." At this Hermione looked up and noticed that a man was standing in front of her. She had to look twice for she was sure that Draco was yet again standing in front of her.

"You are the reason I'm in here." Hermione blankly stated.

"And now I'm getting you out of here. Please Hermione, we don't have a lot of time and I really don't want to use force. Please get dressed." Draco said, the pleading in his eyes made her change into the clothes rather quickly. The fact not really registering that she was escaping from the place she thought she would be stuck in for a quite while.

When Hermione was changing into her clothes she glanced at Draco a couple of times, and she saw that he turned away from her and kept on glancing through the small window and randomly checking his watch. As Hermione was finished she took another good look at Draco and she noticed that he was wearing the same robes as the wizards had which brought her here.

"Come on we have to go." He said and led her out the door.

Hermione had no idea where they were going on or why she was following a figment of her imagination. But she did nonetheless. When they headed out towards the fireplaces where also the apparation spot was located Hermione saw one of the witches look at her and then she heard her say, "…the new girl that arrived not too long ago. Harry Potter sent her in, hopefully she didn't cause him any harm, he is such a dashing gentleman and we have so much to thank him for getting rid of You-know-who…"

Ugh what a…Wait a minute, why aren't they stopping us?

As if Draco was reading her mind he whispered so only she could hear, "I put a spell on the clothes you are wearing so they can't tell who you really are. Give me your hand."

Hermione took his hand and asked, "Where are we going."

"To my safe haven to do some research."

Normally all the books she could read would excite Hermione but under certain circumstances she wasn't feeling too thrilled.

So what's happening now? Where are Draco and Hermione headed off too? And who is with Snape at Hermione's house? It will of course be answered in the upcoming chapters. Please review!