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Everyday there was a fight. Without fail, someone would do something to piss someone else off and then there would be an hour long argument. Today it seemed to be Granger and Weasley. Draco didn't know what the fight was about, but it was getting on his last nerve.

It wasn't as if he had the energy to do anything to stop it, though, so he'd let them fight until one of them realized how stupid and completely draining it all was. They did have more important things to worry about, after all.

"How dare you even consider it!?" Hermione shrilled, causing a shiver to go down Draco's back.

"I was only saying that he should learn!" The voices were coming closer to his cell.

"I won't allow it!"

"You aren't his mother!" Draco frowned when he saw the pair walk into his space. "Malfoy, I can count on you to be sane enough to agree that Oliver should learn how to protect himself, right?"

Before he got a chance to answer the question, Hermione glared at Weasley. "Don't sugarcoat it, Ronald. You want him to learn how to kill."

"How else is he going to protect himself? We can't always be there to save his ass!"

"We're safe here." She muttered and it was painfully obvious what she was actually upset about. Weasley didn't seem to catch on.

"Actually, Granger, we can't always rely on that." Her glare turned and fixed straight on Draco.

"We can." She spit out. "We've been living here just fine and with minimal problems."

"And what happens when we need food?" Ron added.

"You, Harry, Draco and Blaise are perfectly capable of going out on food runs without a child tagging along! Even Pansy and I can go." Hermione looked like she was on the verge of tears. "I don't see the point in forcing him to learn how to be a killer."

"We aren't forcing him, Hermione. He asked us to teach him."

The brown haired witch's eyes grew almost impossibly wide. "Why on earth would he want to learn how to kill? He's been through enough as it is."

"Don't you think that's why he wants to learn?" Weasley countered. Draco refrained from rolling his eyes. Why would they bring their argument in here if they were only going to fight between each other? "We've all been through a lot, Hermione, but we all know how to survive. The kid doesn't."

"He doesn't need to."

"Granger, get a grip will you? I personally think the boy should learn how to protect himself. We won't go shoving him into dangers and whatnot, but what's the harm in the boy knowing how to save his own ass?" Draco said, hoping it'd put a stop to the incessant arguing. Hermione moved to argue back, but he held a hand up to silence her. "You're smarter than this. We all know that the more people who can kill a zombie would mean that we'd have a better chance at surviving this."

"Great, now that it's all settled, I'll go and talk to Harry about training." Ron quickly left the cell before Hermione had any chance of speaking her mind.

Draco knew exactly what would happen now. He knew that either Granger would rip him a new asshole or she'd go about ignoring him for the next few days. She was staring straight at him, thinking about what she would do.

"He's just a child." She whispered.

"He can't afford to be one anymore." The pained look on her face meant that she knew he was right. "We've all been through hell and back, Granger. We've all seen things that no one of any age should see and we've all become to accustom to the loss of life."

"It shouldn't have to be that way."

"No, but it is anyway and you'll just have to get used to it." Draco shrugged. He closed his eyes hoping that she'd get the picture to just drop the conversation for the day. He hadn't eaten anything but a slice of bread and an apple, so his energy was running low.

Hermione sighed and sat down on the other side of the cell. Draco opened an eye, wondering what the hell she was doing. "Granger, I'm too tired to continue talking."

"Then don't talk." She closed her eyes and rested her head against the cement wall.

He really was too tired to argue with her.

"Hermione, we've got to go!" Ron hissed. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, but they just kept coming.

He pulled her to one of the elevators and slammed the gate shut. People were running in mass panic, trying to find the safest way out. Her eyes jutted among the crowd, hoping she'd see a familiar face. Hoping she could help save someone from whatever it was that was happening.

After Arthur died, Harry had brought them to the Ministry hoping that they'd be safe there. He hadn't known that they were running tests on the virus and when one of the test patients left the quarantine area, hell broke loose.

It took less than thirty minutes for the patient to infect others and within the hour, they had found where Harry had hid them.

George was able to get Ginny and Mrs. Weasley out, but Percy hadn't been so lucky and was bit. Hermione didn't know how to react and didn't have the sense to move.

Ron barely had enough time to drag her out of there, losing sight of the rest of his family in the process. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "We need to go."

"We can't just leave them!" She cried.

"There's nothing we can do about it, Hermione!"

"We can wait here until we see them."

"Do you honestly believe they're still alive? Look what happened to Percy! We have to go now, I'm not going to risk losing you, too." He said anxiously. "We'll get to the lobby and send a patronus to Harry and George telling them where we'll be if it'll make you feel better, but we're leaving now."

She had no choice but to let him do it. Ron sent the elevator down and when they got to the lobby, there were panicked looking people all around. There was a sigh of relief released next to her. "It looks like they haven't made their way down here, yet."

Ron slid open the door, pulled her out and proceeded to lead her to the Apparition point. "I can't Apparate right now."

She couldn't even think straight, much less deal with her magic properly. "Have your wand out, then. You'll just have to side along with me."

She fumbled for her wand and held it tightly in her shaking hand. Ron linked his arm with her free arm and then there was a sudden pulling sensation. Just as the pulling started, the crushing, confining feeling that went along with Apparition took effect. Hermione was going to be sick.

Before she had a chance to make due on that promise, the feeling relaxed and then went away completely. She looked around, but she didn't know where they were at. Ron was already sending his patronus to find his remaining family members, including Harry to let them know that they survived and where they could find them.

"Hermione, listen to me." He said once he was finished. Hermione turned toward him, trying to focus. "I was able to grab one of those emergency bags you prepared. We need to set up wards now and set up camp for the night. If anyone survived, they'll be on their way."

"Wards. Camp. On their way. Got it." She mumbled, distractedly. He released a frustrated growl.

"Hermione, snap out of it!" He whispered, shaking her by her shoulders. "We can't afford for you to freeze or lock up like this. We need you at your top game. I need you."

There was a loud popping sound coming from behind Ron's head, causing both of their attention to snap to the wizard looking around frantically. Hermione practically ran into his arms. "Oh my god, Harry. I was so worried."

Harry wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Did anyone else make it out?"

"Last I remember seeing is George getting Ginny and mum out of the room. I have no idea if they made it… I sent them the same message I sent you, though. If they don't come, we have to assume the worst." Ron said from behind them. Harry let go of her and walked over to Ron.

Harry had been dating Ginny since right after the war ended. She could tell that he was worried about the fate of his girlfriend, but he pushed that all aside because he knew that his friend must be feeling it worse. He pulled Ron into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, mate."

"I'm sorry, too." Ron said, returning the hug.

When the hug was over, there was a large silence looming over them. Ron suggested they get to work on the wards and the three of them set up camp, sharing little to no words in the process.

Hermione was busy fixing up the tent when another pop of Apparition sounded through the area. Her head snapped up.

She could hear Harry and Ron stop doing what they were doing to listen. "Ron?"

She could have almost cried when she heard Ginny's voice. "Gin!"

When Hermione made her way out of the tent, she saw Ginny get swept up by Harry. Ron was standing still, not sure how to think of the situation. Neither of them had noticed the tears in her eyes.

"How did you get out?" Ron finally spoke. "Where's George and mum?"

Ginny choked on a sob that came tumbling out of her mouth. Harry let her down and put his hands on her shoulders. "What happened?"

"We were leaving the Ministry already, but George told me to take mum somewhere safe." She whispered, only loud enough for Hermione to make out what she was saying. "He wanted to go back in to find the rest of our group, I guess. He went in before either of us could convince him otherwise… I have no idea… I shouldn't have let him go in….

And then mum. She was so heartbroken over Percy, still and seeing George go back into the mess… She wasn't paying attention and I was too slow… I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. George told me to keep her safe and I-" Ginny started crying, pulling herself away from Harry's reach. Ron stepped forward and enveloped her in a tight hug.

"Ginny…. None of this is your fault." He didn't sound sad, he sounded tired. Hermione's own heart was breaking. They had already lost so much during the war and even during the beginning stages of the virus, it wasn't fair that they were stuck mourning the loss of even more family members.

Harry walked over to where Hermione was standing, passed by her and walked straight into the tent. She followed his lead, leaving the two siblings to mourn in peace. "This shouldn't be happening."

She agreed. None of this should be happening, yet it was. "What are we going to do?"

He sat on one of the beds she had set up. "We're going to have to survive, I guess. We'll go and scavange for food tomorrow. We'll get what we can find and then we decide where we're going to stay."

"And then after that?" Hermione pressed on.

"I don't know."

She didn't know either and it really bothered her. There was no one enemy here, no one to defeat and definitely no way to stop this from going on. They weren't even sure what was really happening.

Ginny and Ron entered the tent. There were tears still sliding down their faces, more so on Ginny's. They offered no explanation and Harry nor Hermione pushed it.

Harry got up and gave his seat to Ginny, putting a hand on her shoulder. She offered a small smile, but it fell flat. Ron coughed and wiped his tears away. He cleared his throat before saying, "There's still a chance that George is alive. He might have gone to write Charlie and Bill or something."

They all knew they didn't believe it. Once George went back into the Ministry, he was a lost cause. All they could do is hope that Bill and Fluer were safe in France and Charlie safe in Romania.

"Yeah, let's hope."

Hermione woke up with a start. She knew immediately from the pain in her back that she had fallen asleep sitting up against the wall of Draco's cell. Her eyes darted to his sleeping form.

She had absolutely no idea what the time was, but it had to have been close to midnight. The cell block was unusually quiet, meaning that either the others were asleep or they were in another part of the prison. This wasn't unusual for them. They always found another place to be. She supposed it was for the best, since she didn't know how much longer each of them could last if they were suffocating each other.

As quietly as she could, she left the cell and Draco behind. The only cell that wasn't empty was the Zabini's cell where she could see Pansy's hair peaking out from under the blanket.

She left the cell block, pulling out her wand just in case she needed to use it. Call it a habit.

Hermione finally heard noises when she approached the second level. They had managed to clear out the offices there and had made one of them into their meeting room. She didn't bother knocking before she walked in. "What are you all doing awake?"

Harry was the only one to turn to her. "Welcome to land of the living, Sleeping Beauty."

"Funny." She muttered. She made her way over to where they were sitting and sat down next to Ron.

"I didn't know that you and Malfoy were that close." Blaise said.

"We really aren't. I don't know." Hermione wasn't sure how she felt about them knowing that she slept in Draco's cell. It had been entirely innocent, but still. "We were talking and I guess I fell asleep."

"Well, we're glad you could get some sleep. It's a hard thing to manage nowadays." Ron sighed.

"Nightmares?" They had been getting to her. She had lived horrors every day, she didn't need to be reminded of them in her sleep as well.

Ron only nodded. It would be a miracle if anyone of them slept through the night or had anything other than bad dreams. Really, she should call them memories since dreams would mean that what had played out in her head every night didn't actually happen.

It would mean that she'd still have a family and so would Ron. It would mean that they didn't lose Ginny before they were able to come here. It would mean that none of this would have ever happened and she'd be living her semi-normal life.

Quickly shaking the thoughts out of her head, she focused her attention on something else. "What are you all doing down here?"

"Planning." Harry said. "We're gonna go and get more supplies. We were going to wait until Malfoy woke up to discuss the whole thing since he'll probably be one of the ones going."

"When do you plan on going?"

"Tomorrow hopefully." Blaise spoke up. "We're running low on food and it couldn't hurt if we could find other type of supplies."

"Do we have enough ammunition for those guns you brought? I don't want you all going out with just your wands."

"Yes, we have more than enough, but we'll definitely be taking more than just our wands." Hermione was a little more than relieved. "Ron is gonna sit out for this one and will stay with you, Pansy and Oliver."

"You all will need your rest then, I don't want any of you getting hurt because you were too tired to move." Hermione got up from her seat, waiting for the rest of them to follow. When they didn't move, she narrowed her eyes. "I'm being completely serious right now. Get your asses up and go to sleep."

There was mild groaning, but everyone did as she said. She sat back down, now alone in the little room.

She knew that tomorrow would be a long day for all of them. Pansy would be worrying about her husband, Hermione would be worrying about everyone else and Ron would probably be preoccupying his and Oliver's time with training.

Which still didn't sit right with her. As soon as Oliver knew how to defend himself, there would be no excuse other than her discomfort as to why he couldn't go with them on their supply run. "Don't think to hard, Granger. You might pop a vessel."

She jumped, focusing a glare at Malfoy. "Don't sneak up on me."

Draco sat across from her with a tired grin. "Don't make it so easy."

"Bugger off."

"But I just got here." Hermione rolled her eyes. "I bumped into the others. Having private meetings without me?"

"Hardly. You're going on a run tomorrow, though." She said, sighing. "Or today."

"How exciting." He grumbled. She had a feeling that he hated going on runs just as much as she did. "Who else is going?"

"Zabini… Blaise, I mean. And Harry."

"Weasley's staying behind?" He asked.

"Saftey procautions, I guess. I think it's because he doesn't want to go, though." Hermione didn't blame him in the slightest. She was actually surprised at how each of them was coping.

"I doubt any of us want to go."

"Well, it needs to be done. He'll have his turn soon, anyway." She looked at Draco. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was a mess, partially because he just woke up and then the other fact that it's been a while since any of them had a proper bath. He was looking paler than usual and thinner, though every one of them were losing insane amounts of weight.

"Can't keep your eyes off of me, Granger?" He was smirking now, causing her cheeks to flush red.

"I… I wasn't." She said, covering her face with her hands. "I mean, I was, but it's because you look unhealthy."

"Thanks."

"No!" She withdrew her hands. "That's not what I meant!"

He was still smirking, though if she were being completely honest, it had simmered down to an almost genuine smile. "I know what you meant, but I mean I'm pretty healthy considering the circumstances."

Her face was turning an even deeper shade of red. She didn't know how it was possible if she was being completely honest. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"I usually am." Hermione glanced back up at him, the smile still on his face. She didn't know how long it had been since she had seen anyone manage to truly smile.

"Sure you are." She said.

"I am. You'll see soon enough." Draco said.

"Did you get enough rest?"

"Enough not to die at the hands of the undead." He exhaled a long breath. "I'm sorry."

"About what?" She was genuinely confused as to what Draco had to be sorry about.

"I know how much we've all lost and yet, I still make comments like that."

Hermione almost let out apitious laugh, but she caught herself. "You shouldn't be sorry about that. It's not your fault that we've gotten used to the loss and just accepted the fact that this is the new normal."

"I don't think we've gotten used to the loss. If I lost Pansy or Blaise, I wouldn't accept it or push it aside because I got used to this pain already." He bit out.

"Sorry, that's not really what I meant." Hermione quickly muttered. "I meant that we'd have to accept it. What else could we possibly do about it?"

"I don't know."

"Neither do I." She sighed. That was exactly the problem. None of them knew what to do in the slightest.

"I don't think I would be okay with losing any of you lot, either." She didn't expect this to come from him. Sure, they had gotten closer, but were they close enough?

Of course they were. They've known each other for years. She wouldn't be okay with losing either of them. "I wouldn't either. I'm done with losing people."

"Which is why you didn't want Oliver to start training?"

"I don't want to fight about this with you, Malfoy." Hermione said, exasperated.

"I'm not picking a fight, Granger. It's a simple question."

"Like I said before, I don't think a child should be thrust in that world." She waved her hand. "I know that he doesn't have much of a choice, but we could have delayed it until he was a bit older."

"We don't even know if we have enough time for that."

"I'm aware of that."

"Good." He said. Hermione looked at him questioningly. "We don't need false hopes. We need to prepare ourselves for the worst."

Her shoulders slumped. "I was thinking about what you asked me the other day."

"What are you talking about?" Now it was his turn to look at her, confusion etching it's way through his features.

"When you asked me about the cure."

He groaned. He had forgotten about that day for a reason. Draco really didn't need a reminder about the revelations he uncovered that day. "What about it?"

"I think someone is working on it somewhere. I doubt that everyone would just sit down and accept the situation."

"Well, you have and you're pretty much the smartest person I know."

Hermione frowned. "I'm not sure that was a compliment."

"It was a fact."

"Look, I'm not just sitting down and accepting the situation by will. I have no choice." She got up from her seat and started pacing back and forth. "If I had a lab, maybe I'd be able to figure out what might have started it. I mean, I'm not saying I'm smarter than scientists, but it has to be something."

"Granger, calm down. You're getting ahead of yourself." Draco got up and walked towards her. He took one of her hands to get her to stop pacing. "Even if you were able to find a lab with everything working, there's no chance in hell that you'd be able to even skim the surface on what's happening."

"But that's the thing, Draco. Maybe I could."

"You're talking crazy." He said.

Hermione pulled her hand out of his and placed it on his shoulder. "I'm not. Think about it, Malfoy. It's affected millions of people. Magical, alike. The properties of what's going on has to be magical."

"Or else magic would have been able to cure us…" He said quietly.

"Now you're getting it."

Draco shook his head. "But, it could also be something else."

"What else could it be?"

"The virus is killing it's host's body. What if magic can't cure us because we're already essentially dead?"

Hermione frowned again and moved her hand off of Draco's shoulder. She brightened up again. "It could still be magic."

"And what makes you say that."

"What else could keep a person animated while they're technically dead?"

Draco paled. "Inferius."

"Exactly!" Hermione started pacing again. Draco couldn't move from his spot. "We know it's not the Inferius Curse because this is effecting both muggles and wizards and it's spreading quickly. We also know that once you've been bitten or scratched, you turn into one yourself.

But if someone was able to figure out how to cause the same effects with a potion rather than with a curse…"

"You're trying to say that this is because some idiot tried to make a curse into a potion? Why would anyone do that?"

"I don't know if that's really what happened, but it's a possibility. It could have spread by accident or not. I don't know, but it's something."

Draco needed to sit down. He found a chair and slumped down into it. "This is insane."

"I haven't told anyone else about this theory." Hermione said quietly, sitting down next to him.

"Why?"

"Because they'd all either think I'm crazy or they'd have hope in something that might just be a dead end." She sighed. "I mean, even if I could get my hands on a lab, I wouldn't even know where to start. Like you said, how could I even begin to skim the surface?"

"I said that before I heard your insane theory."

"I don't think it's insane." Hermione muttered.

"Oh, it is, but it's genius all the same."

Hermione leaned back into her chair. "What can we even do about it, stuck here?"

"We'll figure something out."

"We'll?"

"Well, you did drag me into this. I'm part of it now." He smiled weakly. He had no idea what mess he was about to get himself into.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I know that it's crazy and it might not even work. It might even get us hurt. There's no guarantee this will be safe."

"Hermione, will you please calm down?" Draco said, wanting her to stop talking. He didn't need reasons as to why he was an idiot for agreeing to this. "If I didn't want to help you, I wouldn't. Besides, it was getting extremely boring here. Something new that could kill us should liven things up a bit."

She let out a soft, shaky laugh. "Then I guess we're doing this."

"Figures you would be the one to save the world again." Draco hadn't exactly meant to say that out loud.

"I didn't save it the first time, Harry did and I definitely have no expectations in really saving it this time. Plus, this time you'll be by my side."

Something warm settled in the pit of Draco's stomach and his chest tightened. "Yeah, I'll be by your side."

He awoke with a start. He didn't even realize that he had fallen asleep again.

Draco's dreams this time had been completely different. This time they were actually dreams. As in, not a memory or horrific nightmare.

The noises around him reminded him of what he had to do today. He looked to his side to see that either Hermione had woken up already or had left once he had fallen asleep. He didn't even have the energy to feel ashamed.

Draco got up and walked out of the room. He saw Potter walking straight toward him. "Great you're awake. Hermione made something of a breakfast. You should eat."

Draco was still a little disoriented from having just woke up so all he did was nod.

He followed the noise and found everyone was already awake and packing bags just with ammunition and food. Hermione looked up at him. "Oh good, you're up. Come eat."

She set down a bag that she was working on and handed him a tray with some eggs and a single slice of toast. "How did we get this?"

"Well we still had some bread that we preserved with magic and then we found some cans of powdered eggs."

"What in Merlin's name is a powdered egg?" Draco looked at the tray with a sour look on his face.

"It's food and it tastes decently. Just don't put so much thought into it and eat." She left him to it and walked around the table to help Blaise take inventory.

Draco took a bite of his food and scowled. The eggs were disgusting and the toast was a bit on the stale side. Merlin, he would honestly kill for a decent meal.

The scowl didn't fall of his face until he took the last bite. "Is there any water?"

Hermione came back and placed a bottle in front of him. "Try not to drink it all in one gulp."

He tried. He didn't succeed. "Oops."

"What else did I expect from you?"

"No clue." Draco got up. "Which bag is mine?"

"The one that's right in front of you. I put a charm on it so you could fit in everything you might need. Or anything you deem useful… just in case." Of course he knew exactly what she meant.

"We'll see what I find."

She gave him a grateful smile and Draco realized that he really didn't have a chance.

The town they found themselves in was actually a small wizarding community. There were a few shops in which they took whatever clothes, medicine and supplies they could find.

Unsurprisingly, they didn't find much. It seemed that even the undead had decided to leave for bigger and better things.

"Malfoy, we found a grocery store. We're going to see if we can salvage anything. Come on." Potter said, pulling him out of the potions supply shop.

Draco let himself be pulled out and followed Potter to the small grocery store. The place was dark and there was a distant sound of a can falling to the ground.

"Sorry, that was me." Blaise said, coming to the front where he and Potter stood. He was stuffing some cans into his bag. "There really isn't much left and what is left is really disgusting canned vegetables. Better than nothing, though."

"I'm going to go look in the back of store to see if we can find anything useful." Draco said, walking away from the other two.

He knew that separating from the group wasn't the best idea. He had already done it once before, though and the place seemed pretty abandoned. There really was no harm done.

As he passed down an aisle, he picked up anything he thought could be salvageable. It still wasn't much, but it would be enough for the seven of them.

The back of the store didn't have much of anything left either. A few boxes of who knows what and cans of chicken broth.

They'd be able to make a decent soup or something if they were lucky.

A groan sounded from behind him. Draco pulled out his wand and aimed it to where the noise was coming from, but he couldn't see anything.

The groaning got louder. "This can't be good."

He picked up his bag from the floor where he had been grabbing the cans and ran in the direction of where Blaise was hunched over putting bottles of wine into his bag. "Draco, did you find anything?"

"I heard them."

"Heard them?" Blaise continued to put bottle after bottle away.

"Well, more like one. A zombie."

This seemed to stop Blaise. He quickly zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I could hear its groaning. I just couldn't see where it was coming from."

"We have to find Potter."

They found Potter rather quickly. He was trying to move a shelf away from the storage entrance. "Potter, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm trying to check if there's any food back there, but it's proving to be difficult."

Draco had to fight from rolling his eyes. "You're a wizard. I'm pretty sure that you can use magic to move it."

Blaise groaned. "Look, we came to find you because Draco heard a zombie. We don't know exactly where it is, so really it'd be better if we hurried up here and went back home."

"Dear Merlin, please don't call Azkaban our home." Draco said.

"As soon as we check in the storage space, we'll go back. I just want to make sure that we're not missing out on something that could save us in the long run." Harry took out his wand and with a quick swish and flick, the shelf was lifted out of the way.

The door creaked open and that's when the groan sounded again, louder this time. All three of their wands were out and Draco couldn't help but put his free hand on his gun.

Harry pulled the door so they could see further in. So far there was still nothing in sight.

They each walked in, ready to kill anything that came in their way. When nothing happened, they all relaxed a little. Draco took his hand off his gun, but his wand was still at the ready.

The first few shelves had been picked dry, but the last one had a small box shoved to the corner. They didn't bother opening it before shrinking it down to fit in their bags.

Draco could see Potter walk over to the little office toward the back of the store. He followed him, just in case whatever was groaning earlier was actually still in there.

The door wasn't even locked and when Harry opened the door, something quick came rushing at him. Draco barely had enough time to cast a body bind spell.

The zombie dropped to the ground right next to Potter's feet. He stepped closer as Harry stepped away. "He must have been the reason why they barricaded the door."

"Should we kill him now or do you want to wait until next year?" Draco said impatiently. "What the hell were you even thinking?"

"I was thinking that there could have been something we could use in there." Harry shot back. "I didn't think there would be a bloody zombie in there?"

"You heard the moans yourself. You're not an idiot. Obviously if we hadn't been able to see him before, it could have meant that he'd been behind the only closed door."

"Will you two stop fighting already?" Blaise said, coming up to the frozen zombie and sticking his knife right through its temple. "Potter, if you're going to look in there, do it now. We're leaving in the next two minutes, regardless."

Harry only nodded and walked into the room. When he came back out, he was zipping up his backpack. "First aid kit, an extra gun, some batteries, a radio and this…"

Potter pulled out a small leather bound book. Draco rolled his eyes. "Why is that important?"

"Because whoever that was in there had written down exactly was happening to him as he transformed."

Draco had a sneaking suspicion that Hermione wouldn't let that book out of her sight the moment she lay her hands on it… and of course it had been Potter who found it.

Perfect.

A/N: You must absolutely hate me. I am so, so sorry. I'm not even gonna make up an excuse. It was laziness and writer's block. I hope now that I was able to finally finish this chapter, I'll be able to continue writing it faster. Anyway, thank you so much for putting up with me. I love you all so much.

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