The whole stretch of land was showing no mark of war as everything had been repaired… most of the damaged had been set right. At the moment the spring winds were blowing around the place as snow gave way for flowers and green grass, the lake was showing life as the giant squid had been creating ripples. Cecilia stood at the top of Hogwarts castle staring out in space, Blaise had some how managed to reach the place and bowed down to her. His breath was shaking and tiered due to the walk upstairs. Cecilia just turned around once and looked at him before turning away again. "What is it young Zabani?"

"The war is over but Hermione has been taken ill. She did not have the power to withstand such a large use of her power. I've never seen her like that, her body has suddenly become pale and her breathing has become shallow. Even Dumbledore is so scared at the sight of her." He replied she nodded, "I know the child is very washed out she needs rest. There has been too much of a burden on her. Though you need to tell me something, how is the young Potter?"

"Harry is much better, there are some cuts on his body but the healers have said he will be discharged soon. Ginny escaped almost unscratched except for some minor wounds." She took a deep breath, "What moon is it tonight?"

"Full moon tonight as well… it is tomorrow it shall start fading again." replied quietly looking down, "Feels strange though to fight so much and we have not really lost much."

"It is good that we have not lost much… we shall be able to raise back to normalcy soon." She replied, "The real war is yet to come though Blaise promise me you will be there for her during those though times. Promise you will be there to support her."

"I promise Cecilia." He replied his voice filled with a strength and dedication he had no idea was within him. "Then it is time I shall have to say good by to you my dear child take care of Hermione. Peter will be there to aid you but it shall be your prime duty to take care of her."

Saying those words she jumped down from the roof of Hogwarts raising her limbs like a bird suddenly flowing through suddenly disappearing from the place. Blaise stood surprised and shocked at the sight in front of him… frozen.

Casandra's hospital in a special room

Hermione lay in a bed made of various herbs and flowers, there were potions that had been filled in small pots set near her bed. She had wore a pale yellow night dress that had a thin strap for a sleeve. Her hair had been left open looking dull instead of their normal bright brown. Her skin was pale and her face did not have much blood in it, her breathing very shallow. A china bowl filled with water on the wide and a small stool near the bed. Cassandra stood there dressed in soft white robes with a golden chain and simple earrings. Her had had a soft white cloth that she dipped in the water and placed on the girls forehead. "How is she now?"

"The temperature does not come down Albus. There is not even a murmur from her as though nothing can make her wake up." She replied, "I've never seen something so strange. It's as if Hermione's magical core it self has been torn."

"M-Magical co-ore?" Albus stumbled down for the first time in his life. "Thanks to her past it can be set right only if she wakes up. It is scaring me Albus."

"Don't worry my dear she shall be alright." He replied just then some one knocked the door and a tall figure walked in, identity hidden in a hood. Cassandra instantly pointed her wand, "Lower it, it's only me."

"Croshakes?" Albus looked shocked, "I'm hear for Hermione taking her with me."

"Taking her? Where?" he sighed, "Back to the élan world where she can be cured."

"You can't simply take her away, you need to answer the Snapes, the Potters, Sirius, Remus and more importantly you need to answer to her friends." Croshakes cut him off, "I am answerable to no one except Hermione, I shall take her there and take care of her."

"Why?" Cassandra asked, "I owe her my life, I can't tell you more than that."

Saying no more Croshakes simply lifted the girl up in his arms and walked out of the room suddenly leaving behind a dumb struck Cassandra and Dumbledore.

Élan Land

Hermione opened her eyes to find her self in a large blue silk bed, a dark blue quilt with white thread work covering her. She was dressed in a yellow spaghetti strap yellow top again made of silk along with white silk shorts with yellow patterns. A pair of soft bathroom slippers set down with a robe matching that of the shorts thrown down on the hanger near the bed near her head on the left. There were transparent white curtains drawn all around the bed. A glass vase was filled with various exotic flowers, she knew where she was instantly. "Croshakes?"

"At your command young one." he entered through the curtain a smile on his face, "You have been out for a very long time."

"Thank Elaiza for the healing flowers will you?" he smiled, "Shall be done when I meet her. How do you feel? Your voice is low and your skin is pale."

"I feel different from normal as if something has been broken within me." She replied laying back tiered, "Your magical core has been quiet broken and you have been out for nearly a week in human time, running a constant fever for five of those days. Cassandra could not help you so I brought you to more capable hands."

"Thank you Croshakes." She replied, giving him a small smile and a tiered look. "How do you feel?"

"Alone, lost and tiered." He sat down next to her and hugged her tightly allowing her to sob into his chest, "Let it go girl, let everything go through you cry the whole thing out. Your heart needs to lighten up, come on cry the whole thing out the first step to healing is to feel the whole thing out only then can you be cured of what toxins you feel."

"I – It's so much the pain… I did not really want to sacrifice him. I did not want to loose everything it hurts so much Shakes." He rubbed her shoulders and back knowing now much she was hurting, "I feel as if I have lost everything."

"You have a lot more to gain and nothing to loose then in your life love." Croshakes replied continuing to rub her shoulder and back, "There is a final war that you need to fight Hermione, you need to make your self stronger love. You need to cry your eyes out for out it! Cry everything out love."

Finally Hermione's sobs had gone down to hiccups and slowly stopped enough to finally stop before she slowly closed her eyes. Her breathing was not anywhere near normal but it was certainly the crying had stopped though the pain had not suppressed. He continued comforting the girl slowly running his hands through her body before slightly pulling her away a bit and lay the sleeping girl down to the bed before kissing her on the head. She seemed to be having a disturbed sleep her breathing unsteady but was asleep. Slowly pressing his hand on her head he sent calming waves through her body pushing sleep induced by his power slowly as her breath too became calm and steady. He sat there for much longer allowing him self to calm down and allowing strength to pulse through her body.

Potters' Manor – Potter's Living Room

Harry stood in the middle of the living room furious and worried. "Where is she? How could you allow Croshakes simply take her away?"

"Harry there was nothing we could do about it." Albus replied, "Sh-she was unconscious, she had no say in what ever happened."

"I know Harry but Croshakes refused to listen to anything I, he said he is answerable only to Hermione." Cassandra replied, "Croshakes is answerable only to Hermione that even I agree but that does not mean he can simply take her like that."

"Croshakes can and he has done it." Draco replied, "Croshakes, Wormtail nd Blaise are Hermione's protectors, they have more power over her than any of us."

"Even Severnus and Narcissia?" Lilly asked, "Even mum and dad Mrs. Potter."

"Is there any way to contact him?" Pansy shook his head, "Croshakes needs to contact us, there is no chance for us to – hay that bird is his!"

A small navy blue bird flew in it's size becoming an elf. A female elf that had clearly struck a beauty beyond words, her dark blue eyes shone like sapphire similar to the birds skin. She wore a casual cream long sleeved shirt with dark blue trousers with a vest on top. A sword slung over the shoulder on a dragon like strap, a silver buckle holding it together. Her smile was soft and her face filled with maturity well beyond her age. "Hello I am Yashmi, Croshakes has sent me with a message for all of you."

"What message?" he asked, "Hermione has woken up but she has not recovered. The child shall stay within the safety zone till she is fine. No matter what you say she will not return until she is fine."

"Who is he to say such things? I mean Hermione is our daughter!" Narcissia snapped, "Your daughter? Your daughter? If she as truly your daughter would you allow her to drink the way she does? If she was truly your daughter would you allow the way she is slowly destroying her self?"

"There as nothing I could do about it, I reached her very late. I reached her too late. I reached her life too late." She muttered, "Hermione saw you as her mother, she called you mummy all the time. You had the power to reduce if not stop, you had the power to change the pain she was putting her self through."

Narcissia allowed tears the flow down her eyes not able to say anything. Severnus stepped in, "I have been in her life longer."

"It was you who made her start drinking. Why Severnus?" she sighed, "It was easy for me to do deal with her issues when she was drunk." He replied, "You took the easy way out."

"I know what I did was wrong, I just want my daughter." He muttered, "Hermione is sick, she will be returned after she is cured. You will have her daughter but not now."

"I just want her back." Narcissia had began crying even more. "I – I can't let her simply go like this… she is my baby."

"You have to wait, there is no other option. Her body needs compleat purification.