"Bring him to me," said a voice from the dark room.

Shadow stood at the open door and peered into the black abyss, he kept his hands shoved in his coat pocket and twisted the bloody rag around his sweaty palm, it was the only thing that was keeping him alive there.

"F-follow me-e," squeaked a small round man from Shadow's side, his bald patch shining from the dim candlelight. He Grabbed hold of Shadow's elbow roughly and they both walked in through the door and were consumed by the shadows. All Shadow could see was the fat man's face that was lit by the flickering candlelight.

He heard a small hiss as something cold and scaly wrapped around his legs bound tighter until his face hit the cold ground. Shadow began to panic and tried to pull at what ever bound his legs together but with each tug it tightened, slowly moving from his ankles to his knees, his knees to his waste an thin it began it death grip on Shadow's stomach

"Stop struggling," the fat man squeaked. "It'll only continue to squeeze the life out of you faster!"

"Why should I stop Nagini from killing you," the cold voice asked from up ahead.

"I have news on Potter's little girl!" Shadow wheezed, trying to look around for the source of the noise.

"There are only two Potters, Sirius and Harry Potter, no little girl," the voice cackled, he snapped his fingers and Nagini wrapper around Shadow's upper chest tightly. Shadow spluttered as he felt the air being squeezed from his lungs.

"Ignorant fool," Shadow coughed. "Harry Potter has a twin!" a shard click of fingers rang through Shadow's ears and Nagini fell away from him. Shadow got to his hands and knees and panted. Before he could stand up own his own he felt a pair of clammy hands grip the collar of his jacket. His feet left the ground as the strong arm lifted to someone's eye level.

Shadow stared into a pair of red snakelike eyes set in the smooth grey face of the Dark Lord. His thin upper lip curled in hatred as he stared hard into Shadow's eyes. "Explain yourself," he commanded with a harsh voice that sent chills down his spine.

"Sirius left her with her mom in the muggle world and took Harry to raise him to destroy you," Shadow said talking fast, he looked around and saw the rat man snivelling uncontrollably but still holding the candle. "She came to my house with her boyfriend, she's looking for her long lost family now..."

The Dark Lord's eyes blazed with rage, "What evidence do you have of this?"

"In my pocket, I have her blood," Shadow replied, The Dark Lord plunged his hand roughly into Shadow's jacket and brought out the rag that still dripped with blood. The Dark Lord did the same as he had done and sniffed her young blood.

"Power equal to my own," he muttered. "Potter blood!"

"I hate to say I told you so," Shadow began but the surprise of being dropped to the hard floor with a bang shocked him into silence.

"If they do meet, they'll be able to defeat me!" The Dark Lord thundered. "They have to be killed!" he looked back down at Shadow. "Where were they headed?"

"The L-Leaky Cauld-dron," Shadow stuttered under the harsh stare of The Dark Lord.

He turned sharply to the rat man who was gawking down at Shadow. "Send Gargreen and Lenovo!" he shouted and with a squeal the rat man waddled as fast as he could form the room.

The Dark Lord then turned to Shadow; his face was calm as he reached his slender hand deep into his grey robes. Shadow watched with his heart in his throat as The Dark Lord brought out his long slender wand.

"What-what are you going to do to me," Shadow asked, his voice trembling with fear.

"I'm going to kill you," The Dark Lord replied. "For not killing the girl when you had the chance!"

Shadow threw up his arms in vain to protect himself as The Dark Lord fixed his wand at his chest.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted and in a blinding green light everything went dark...

...MEANWHILE...

Hermione descended the stairs first, after her came Ron and Harry. They had just had a short nap after flying and it was now lunch time, the aroma of the kitchen downstairs had drawn them out of bed with the promise of good food.

"Blimey, I don't think I'll be able to sit down, that long broom flight bruised my bum," Ron exclaimed, Harry gave a snort of laughter but Hermione chose to ignore him.

They pushed the door open and searched for an open spot, The Leaky Cauldron was especially crowded at this time and they finally found a spot. Hermione sat on one side of the table that faced the bar and Harry and Ron faced her. They all eagerly opened the menus and gazed down at the food.

"How much money do we have to spend?" Hermione asked looking over at Harry.

"Enough to get what we want," he replied quietly. She closed her menu with a smile.

"I'm going to have some soup and some pumpkin juice," she decided. After awhile they had finally all decided what they wanted and ordered it to the rather flustered waitress.

"What do you think people will say when they realise that three beds are empty?" Ron asked after a few moments of silence.

"Where the hell is Hermione, Harry and Ron?" Harry suggested with a shrug and they all sniggered.

"We should probably leave here by tomorrow morning, you never know if Dumbledore will send someone to get us back," Hermione said reasonably.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "I hope he doesn't though, I think he'll understand why I left."

Hermione looked over at Ron who looked back at her, his brown eyes smiled over at her and Hermione felt her cheeks flush. Did he finally understand who she felt about him, what she has been feeling for him for a long time now...

"Where the hell is our food," Harry said and both Hermione and Ron broke eye contact.

Hermione looked over to the bar as the waitress walked out from behind it carrying a plate of food, but she walked right by them. All three of them let out an irritated groan. Hermione continued to stare at the bar then something caught her eye.

On two barstools sat a couple, they both looked about her age and were laughing loudly. The man had his back turned where Hermione could only see his gelled back brown hair, but it wasn't him she was looking at, it was who was talking to him.

She had long wavy brown hair and a pale complexion, her pink lips curled up into a smile as she began to kiss her boyfriend. At first Hermione was just looking because her mind was lost in her own thoughts of Ron but then the girl drew away from her boyfriend and opened her eyes that shone the most brilliant shade of blue. And instantly Hermione knew who she was looking at.

"Hermione, are you ok," Ron asked as Hermione gawked.

"Harry, behind you, I think it's..." Hermione breathed she was too shocked to actually finish her sentence.

Harry furrowed his brow and turned around and searched the bar until his eyes to fell on the dark haired girl. Hermione moved across the table so that she was now standing next to Harry. His green eyes were swelling with tears as he looked across the room.

"Rory, is that you," Harry said in a shaky voice, but the girl turned away from her boyfriend and faced Harry. It was as if time had slowed down as their eyes connected in that one heart stopping moment. The girl slid off her chair and stood face to face with Harry.

"My brother, Harry," she whispered, she reached her pale trembling hand out and traced the outline of his face with it. Her crystal blue eyes were also filling with tears as she gazed into Harry's.

Suddenly they ran at each other and wrapped their arms around each other in a tight hug. Rory's shoulders heaved up and down as she sobbed Harry's chest.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said, offering her hand to Rory's boyfriend.

"Jess Mariano," he replied as he shook it, Ron instantly appeared at Hermione's side.

"Ron Weasley," Ron replied quickly giving Jess's hand a shake.

"How do you know Harry Potter," Jess asked, glancing at Harry who still held the sobbing Rory.

"We're his best friends, we used to go to school together but we left school to go search for Rory," Ron replied.

"Mom died," they heard Rory wail. "She died of a heart attack and died about a week ago. That's when I decided to come looking for you."

"Rory," Harry said through his own sniffles. "We can talk about all that later, let's just be brother and sister for now..."

"I'm so glad I found you," Rory muttered as they joined for another hug.

Suddenly from the fire place just next to the bar green flames shot loudly from it, Hermione looked over at it and saw that somebody had tumbled out of it and rolled over to a table with large scary wizards ate lunch. One stood up and grabbed who ever it was by the collar.

"Get out of here, you dumb brat," he growled and shoved the person the opposite direction towards Hermione. She looked onto the face of who had just arrived and was quite surprised at what she saw.

"Malfoy," Ron spat bitterly. "Of all the people Dumbledore had to send to fetch us, he had to send you?"

"Calm down, Weasley," Draco replied. Hermione felt her heart stop as Draco looked over at her and let his face break into a smile. "Hermione..." he said.

"Hey, you don't talk to her," Ron said and Hermione lowered her head, feeling so ashamed with the fact she had hidden this secret from Ron for so what seemed like an eternity.

"Shut up," Draco said to Ron before he turned back to Hermione. "I was reading your letter when I got the call from my father." Draco said calmly ignoring the venomous looks.

"What is it," Hermione asked, also trying her best to ignore Ron's look of betrayal.

"Its Voldemort, he's caught on about," he looked over Hermione's shoulder and noticed Harry, who was also looking at Draco with hate, and Rory's arms wrapped around him also looking at Draco, but mostly with shock. "About Potter's new sister..." Draco finished.

"What do you mean," Harry snapped.

"They're on their way now to kill you all!" Draco replied.

There was a loud bang and all of a sudden two death eaters appeared on the table, everyone around them screamed and ran off in all different directions. Everyone was so confused and scared that a few fell onto the floor with loud cracks.

"Potter!" they both boomed as they continued to walk further down the straight table, kicking the plates to floor as they went.

"Its like a fashion show mixed with a Horror Show!" Rory whispered as they stood looking up at the death eaters. Hermione looked around the room and saw that they were now the only ones left.

The death eaters hopped off the table and stood in front of the six young adults drawing their long wands. It was Draco who was first to respond with the fire spell.

"Flagrate!" he yelled and a long stream of fire shot out form the end of his wand and lit one of the death eaters robes on fire. Hermione reached down into her pocket and whipped out her wand but it was wrong who yelled out the next spell.

"Furnunculus!" he yelled and the other death eater began to scream, he ripped off his mask and Hermione gasped at the sight of his face covered in bursting boils. She heard Rory scream from behind her as she looked at the death eaters, Jess and Harry both stood in front of her.

"Harry you go, we'll beat them." She said and Harry gave her a short nod before he directed both Rory and Jess out the other doors.

"How'd you know that spell," Hermione asked Ron.

"Fred and George taught me,' Ron replied curtly.

"Impedimenta!" Draco yelled and the man who was still trying to put out his flames literally turned to slow motion.

"Ron, I know Draco coming here was a bit of a shot form left field," Hermione began, Ron turned to her.

"Do you love him," he asked, his voice was shaking.

"Oh god no, we're just friends! I love you Ron!" she yelled over the death eaters screams.

"You do," he asked, a wide smile breaking out across his face.

"Of course! I have loved you for a very long time now!" she admitted. "I was just using Draco at first for a link into Voldemort's inner circle, then I realised he's a cool guy! But it's you who I have loved!"

As Draco yelled out another spell that the death eater unfortunately deflected, Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and brought her in for a kiss. She let her hands run through his orange hair as he held on to her tightly.

"I love you too, Hermione," he admitted during a momentary break from their kissing.

"I'm sorry too interrupt this great love scene," Draco called form beside them. Hermione reluctantly drew away from Ron and looked over at the two death eaters who struggled against the leg-locker curse on the floor. "But I think its time to go now..."

"Well, I must say, great team effort," Hermione enthused, trying to lift the tense atmosphere between them.

The three of them ran from the room and met Harry, Rory and Jess, standing next to three hovering brooms. Hermione groaned as they walked up to them.

"Not the broomsticks again!" Hermione moaned and Harry nodded.

"Rory will ride with me, Hermione will ride with Draco, and Jess ride with Ron," Harry said as he mounted his broom, Rory wrapping her arms tightly around him as she scooted up behind him.

"Oh, I don't think so," Ron said, taking Hermione by the hand and moving her towards his broomstick. "Hermione is riding with me."

"Fine with me," Draco said, throwing his hands up in the air.

Ron hopped on his broom stick and Hermione behind him; she also grabbed hold of Ron's waist tightly. Hermione looked over at Draco as he sat coolly on the battered school broom, Jess sitting behind him with the same look on his face. On her right Harry smiled proudly as his sister wrapped her arms around him, looking as afraid as Hermione.

"Ok, let's go," Harry called as they kicked off and zoomed through the door that had been left swinging open from when everyone had run from the room in fear. And they were gliding through the bright sun.

"Where are we going, Harry," she called over the rushing wind.

"We're heading to Godric's Hollow," Harry called back. "But it'll take us about two days to get there, so we might have to camp out somewhere over night."

Hermione didn't like the sound of that but with Ron beside her and everyone else she could possibly think helpful in this situation, she felt a lot safer...

(A/N) In the next chapter Harry realises that those who love him will not let him slip form their grasp