A/N: Sorry it took so long! I've just been busy with so much other stuff that I haven't had time to update. Really sorry. Just for your wait, I'm giving you two chapters in one update!

Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.-- Marilyn vos Savant

Ginny glanced up from the book she was reading, observing Harry as he looked over several books. Her mind went back to that kiss. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about it, but just the fact that he had kissed her made the action even…

Stop it, Ginny. This is Harry Potter we're talking about. He broke your heart!

Sighing, she looked back down at the book, flipping through the pages, trying to ignore the old librarian lurking behind the shelves.

"This is hopeless, Harry. We're not going to find anything in here," she muttered.

Harry looked up at her. "We have to find something. This is Hermione we're talking about. Where would she look if she was trying to find something that sounds strangely like the Boogeyman?"

"The Boogeyman?" Ginny asked confused.

Harry shook his head. "It's just some stupid monster made up by Muggle parents to scare children. The monster lives under the bed and doesn't come out until the lights are turned off. Children say that they see it but it's not really there," he explained.

Ginny thought for a moment then looked up. "Well, what if Hermione's seeing something that is there but no one else can see it? Like the Boogeyman."

"The Boogeyman doesn't exist, Ginny."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I know," she said, standing up. "But this is a magical world. Anything is possible right," she said, moving off to the back of the library.

Harry watched her go then followed her as well. He found her looking around some shelves, muttering to herself. She was so beautiful.

Stop! Don't you start that again, Potter, he scolded himself, turning away and looking at some shelves also. Don't start thinking about her like that again.

"Here," she said, pulling out a book. She walked over to him and opened it.

"Muggle Myths and Magical Realities," Harry read.

"It gives you all the creatures that are made up by Muggles but actually exist. Like the Yeti," she said. She went to the table of contents and started going down the titles. "There! The Boogeyman," she whispered. Flipping to the page, she frowned.

"The Boogeyman doesn't exist in either realm, Ginny," Harry whispered.

"What about a boggart?"

"It's possible, but boggarts don't just disappear and they can't lock doors. We would have known if it was a boggart," Harry replied.

Ginny sighed and closed the book. "What else could it be?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know…"

They stayed for another hour before leaving the library and began walking down the familiar halls of Hogwarts.

"Ah! Harry! Hermione! There you are!"

The two turned to see Nearly- Headless Nick floating up to them. They smiled and waved.

"Hey, Nick. How are you?" Ginny asked.

"Good, good. It has been a long time since I've seen you two together. What are you doing here?" the spirit asked curiously.

Harry glanced over at Ginny. "Hermione's in trouble so we decided to see if we could figure out what was happening," he told Nick.

"Is she ok?"

Ginny shook her head. "She's in Azkaban awaiting trial," she whispered.

"My goodness! What happened?"

"We don't know. She says she's seeing things that no one else can see. And now, she's being accused of murder."

"MURDER!" Nick exclaimed.

"Shhh!" Harry scolded. "It's hard enough, we don't need the whole school knowing," he told the ghost.

The ghost nodded and began to follow them towards the entrance. "What do you mean, she's seeing things that no one else can?" he asked.

Ginny sighed and explained the whole thing while Harry stood beside her, looking pissed. When she was done, Nick seemed to be thinking.

"Have you thought about ghost?" he asked.

Ginny glanced over at Harry before shaking her head. "It couldn't be a ghost. We would have known… right?"

"I've heard of something like this, though never around here," he told them.

Harry looked up. "You have?"

Nick nodded as well as he could without having his head fly off. "Years ago, a group of teachers visited the school from America. It was an interesting bunch. But there was this one that seemed particularly interested in us ghosts. He talked to all of us frequently. He spoke of these ghosts that roamed the Caribbean actually. Said they were much more mischievous than us. Can't remember the name though," he said.

"Can you try?"

Nick thought for a moment then shook his head. "Sorry. I can't help you there. But I do remember him saying that while most people are not aware of them, certain people can see them at any time. The spirits are generally associated with evil acts and such nonsense."

Ginny turned to Harry. "It sounds exactly like what Hermione's seeing," she whispered.

Harry nodded then looked up at Nick. "Thank you so much," he said before the two left.

As they walked down the trail to the gates, Ginny glanced over Harry, biting her lip. She stopped, watching him. For a moment he didn't realize she had stopped and kept walking but then stopped and turned. "You ok?" he asked.

Ginny watched him for a while longer then shook her head. "Yeah… I'm fine," she whispered, moving past him.

Harry watched her go then hurried to catch up with her. "Hey, Gin…"

She turned around. "What?"

He hesitated for a moment then sighed. "What did you mean when you said you weren't that easy?"

Ginny's eyes got wide for a moment then she bit her lip. "I… I don't know what I meant but it doesn't matter," she snapped, starting for the gates again.

"What do I have to do?"

"What?"

"What do I have to do? To get you back?" Harry asked.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something then she shut it, looking slightly confused. She then shook her head. "It's not that easy, Harry. I'm involved with someone else…" She sighed and looked down at her hands. "Besides… I don't want you to change just because of me…" She walked over to him and touched his cheek. He reached up and took her hand.

"I really blew it didn't I?" he whispered.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah… you did," she answered before she turned around and started walking. "Come on. We have to get back to the Burrow."

Hermione flinched as the door opened and someone came in. She looked up to see Remus Lupin standing there, watching her. She looked around, fixing the messed up covers and then smoothing down her hair. Remus went over to her and took her hands, trying to calm her down.

"Have you been hurt?" he asked as he sat down in a chair provided by the guards.

Hermione just looked at the ground, pulling at her hair.

"Hermione, look at me. Have you been hurt?" he asked again.

Hermione looked up through dark eyes. "He came last night… he came but he couldn't get out," she whispered.

"Who? Who came?"

"I don't know his name," she whispered. "I just know that he couldn't get out this time."

"What do you mean?"

Hermione looked down at the bed then pointed to it. "I have to look under the bed," she whispered. "He couldn't get out because I didn't look under the bed."

Remus watched her for a moment then looked down at the book in his hand. "Hermione… you're hearing things, aren't you?" he asked.

Hermione looked up at him. "Just because you don't see it doesn't mean it's not there," she muttered.

"People don't get attacked by beings that don't exist, Hermione."

"HE EXISTS!" Hermione screamed. Her eyes suddenly got wide and she crawled over to the corner, covering her ears. "Go away," she whispered.

"You're hearing it again," Remus whispered.

"Why hasn't Ron come?" Hermione asked suddenly, looking up at the man.

Remus was taken back for a moment then sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Ron isn't allowed to see you nor is he allowed to go to the hearing, Hermione," he whispered.

"Typical," Hermione muttered.

"Hermione," Remus said, surprised.

"He doesn't believe me," she whispered.

"Ron loves you."

"But he doesn't believe me… How is Tonks?" she asked, switching gears again.

Remus watched her carefully, his mind wandering back to St. Mungos and the ward he had visited on several occasions.

"Hermione… Did anything happen during the Last War that you're not telling us?" he asked suddenly.

Her head snapped up and her eyes filled with something close to fear. "What makes you think something happened?" she snapped.

"It's a perfectly reasonable question."

"With no reason for asking," Hermione replied.

Remus sighed. "Hermione… You can't keep hiding like this…"

"I'm not hiding from anything. You assumed I was."

"What happened, Hermione?"

"What happened to Tonks?"

If it was ever possible, Lupin turned completely pale. His shoulders sagged and his eyes clouded over in pain. Coughing, he looked away from her.

"You never answered the question."

"You never answered mine," Hermione whispered.

"Times up!"

Hermione looked up at the guard and glared at him. "I would like more time," she said.

The guard smirked. "Well, isn't that sweet. Wouldn't we all? Come on, Lupin, out you go," the guard said.

As Remus rose, Hermione watched him carefully.

"Everyone's done something they've regretted, Remus. I'm no different," she whispered.

Remus stopped and turned to her. "What did you do, Hermione?"

She looked up at him through haunted brown eyes. "You believe me, don't you." she murmured. It was more of a statement than a question. A statement that sent a cold feeling down Remus's spine.

He watched her with wary eyes, trying to figure out her logic. What was the logic of someone considered insane? Was there a reason for their madness or were they just… insane? "I regret many things," he whispered.

Hermione looked down at her hands. "Insane is what they call people when all other logical explanation has gone out the window…" She looked up at him. "You were there when everything made sense… You remember…"

Remus's eyes got big. "Hermione…"

"James and Lily Potter weren't the only ones who were betrayed…"

"Let's go!" the guard snapped.

Remus glanced over at the man then back at Hermione, stunned by her revealing confession. "I do remember…"

"I never told Ron the truth… You have to do that for me…"

"Hermione-"

"Now!"

The guard opened the bared door and let Remus out. As Remus left, he stopped and turned back to Hermione. She peered through the bars and bit her lip.

"Tell Ron I'm sorry…"

"I can't stand this! I want to see her!"

"Well, Ronald, if you hadn't insulted the Minister's wife, you would be seeing her," Mrs. Weasley remarked, taking a sip of her tea and watching her son pace in the kitchen.

"She shouldn't be left alone," he muttered.

"She murdered someone, Ron-"

"NO! That is not true!" Ron snapped, slamming his fist down on the counter. "Hermione wouldn't kill someone. She's never killed any one."

Mrs. Weasley stared at her son in amazement. "Can you honestly tell me that you don't believe that she didn't do it? We all saw what happened, Ron."

Ron shook his head. "Hermione's not a killer."

Mrs. Weasley went over to her son and rubbed his back. "No… she's not… but she's not completely innocent either."

"Maybe she is."

The two looked up to see Ginny and Harry standing at the door, watching Ron. Ginny held up a book and placed it on the counter.

"We went to Hogwarts and talked to Nearly Headless Nick. He's heard of something similar to what Hermione's going through," she told them.

"Ghosts?" Ron asked, looking at the page that was dog-eared. "You think this is a ghost? Haven't we been through that?"

"That's the best thing we have," Harry said.

Ron snorted, smiling slightly. "No offense, but ghost can't tip mirrors over," he said.

"Damn it, Ron! Can you stop acting like a child long enough to see how much sense it makes?! It explains everything!" Ginny snapped.

There was a loud crash and a scream. Ron was glaring at Ginny with a look that could kill.

"NO IT DOESN'T!" He bellowed. "IT DOESN'T EXPLAIN WHY SHE'S HURT ALL THE TIME AND IT DOESN'T EXPLAIN THE BLOODY HEALER THAT TURNED UP DEAD!"

"Ron!"

"NO! You think I don't care!" he growled, advancing on Ginny, who started backing up out of fear of her angry brother. "A ghost doesn't explain a bloody thing," he hissed before storming out of the house.

A/N: Wow... ok... I altered the Chapter Tease I gave you. It was supposed to be at the end of the Remus/Hermione thing but I decided to change it... along with my whole plot... not that that's a bad thing, though it probably is... anyway... What was I saying?