A/N: Hahahhaha, next chapter.

Wow, this isn't even funny, so what am I doing? On with the chapter.

Draco 's eyes widened. "Die..?"

Mona gave a hollow laugh. "Do you think they give you a year, maybe two here? If you come, you best pack up for a long stay. And then, if your a cockroach, they put things into their own hands.."

"Cockro-"

"It makes you won't die, Posh." She snorted, a cigarette flicked from her sleeve. "Besides, what broad you killed the other week or so-" Suddenly, with a swift movement of his hand, he had picked her off her feet, holding her by her collar and staring deeply into her eyes angrily.

"She wasn't some broad. She was my fiancee," he spat at her, eyes accusing and face close to hers. He could smell a strange, sweet scent, unatural from what he expected from a resident in prison, above all, Azkaban. Mona merely rolled her eyes and, to Draco's surprise, when she looked back, her eyes had streaks of golden, piercing through the emerald. Only a moment later, Draco fell to his knees, letting go of the girl and Mona stared emotionlessly, then smirked above him.

"Don't touch me, Posh. That girl of yours might not be remembered.." She trailed off softly, her expression growing darker though her voice lightening. Draco's eyes were blank, staring at the opposite wall as if it were telling him something that needed his undivided attention.

He looked up at her like a child lost in a store. "Wh-where am I? Why am I here..and..." He looked down at his ash-covered form. "Who am I?"

Mona ignored him and instead, looked into his eyes again, the streaks present but not as obvious as before. His eyes locked with hers and began to fill with life as his breaking quickened and by the time it was over, Draco's heart was throbbing quickly.

He panted as if he was in a marathon. "Wh-What did you do to me?" He looked up at the gorgeous girl who, with a dark look crossing her face, leaned into a corner of the cell and tipped the strange hat over her eyes. Within seconds, he heard light snoring.

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Ginny wanted to run after her, but instead looked back at Harry. "Harry? Can't you see Hermione?"

He gave a puzzled stare. "How would I have seen her? She's probably at home, I reckon." He simply shrugged and stares over her shoulder. "I need to talk to Arthur," he stated in a stony voice.

The girl simply rolled her eyes and approached him, placing her hands on his broad shoulders. "Listen, something strange is going on..." And she led him to the fireplace to explain to him the both dangerous and strange events that had transpired.

Harry blinked. "What the bloody-"

"I know," Ginny interjected. "I don't know what's happening anymore. I'm still trying to make sense of the wedding, and I'm sure Hermione is too."

"So you are saying.." Harry said slowly. "That I cannot see Hermione, or hear her?" She sighed.

"I wish that were not the case, but apparently so. Actually...I haven't seen Ron either. D'you think he's seen her?"

Harry shook his head. "I've been holed up at the flat...just solving financial problems, so-"

"Listen." Ginny approached him and put a hand on his shoulder gingerly, yet Harry refused to let his eyes meet her own. "I'm going to school in about two weeks. Just stay at The Burrow with Mum and Dad." She should've known that was the wrong suggestion, for Harry stiffened.

"I dont think that's a good idea." He said in a hard, cold voice.

"M-Maybe the reason why everyone's acting so strangely is because of this...thing. People can't see Hermione, you get fired! What else could possibly go w-"

At that very instant, Arthur Weasley came bursting out of his office, the door slamming against it's opposite wall. He whipped around and upon seeing his daughter, he gave her a breathless welcome before pushing a Daily Prophet into her hands. Ginny's face slowly drained in color. Harry's face also paled upon seeing the cover.

Arthur looked at Harry quizzically when he murmured, "But they do."

Ginny clutches the newspaper in her hands. "This can't be..." She blinked at the picture of Hogwarts, McGonagall being bombarded by others upon exiting the castle, seemingly tearfully.

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The warm water ran in small rivulets down her back and she closed her eyes, taking a graceful stance as the water raised down on her relentlessly. She put her hands against the shower wall and decided she was too strong to cry. It had been a certainly amazing day for Hermione Granger. A day she'd promised herself that would never be forgotten. She turned off the water, bit by bit until the faucet stopped completely and literally jumped out, landing on the rug next to her. Taking a white, small towel, she wrapped her hair within it, taking her now seemingly useless wand to hold it all together.

The steam slowly began to rid itself from her mirror when she saw her face. Still in shock, her face was now a moon color-worthy, her eyes deep and infinite. She was getting lost in them, and not in a well intentioned way. She would simply took her bathrobe to cover herself and walked to her room where herself and Draco used to reside. She went through her closet, throwing her clothes onto the bed. Hermione picked a simple outfit of a white blouse and dark jeans , and the rest, one by one, she folded neatly and packed in. She didn't care much for the water that remained in her hair wetting the back of her blouse; it was, indeed, a warm Sunday evening. It would dry soon.

Pulling it out of her bed, she rolled the suitcase along with many others to her door, her toiletries and otherwise also packed together. She gripped one suitcase in one hand and the other in the same as she turned off the lights and shut the door, leaving it unlocked. Hermione waited for the lift and got in once the doors had opened, the back of her shirt dry but then.

"Goodbye," Hermione whispered as the elevator doors shut, closing the visage of the door to the room where her Draco once lived, once laughed, and once loved with her. As the lift took her downwards, she tried her best not to cry. She had been rather good at that lately.

By the time she reached the lobby, her fingertips shook as they reached into her pocket, pulling out two keys and sliding them over the counter. The receptionist, also a witch and hearing of this tragedy, looked sorrowfully at Hermione, accepting the keys.

This, however, made Hermione scowl. She had been getting that darned look, that look. It was a look of combined emotions a many, and she didn't know which made her angrier. The pity? Possibly the most. The understanding look? She'd never even gotten one of those. But as she made her way outside, having to painfully tug all of her suitcases and otherwise out the doors [with slight help from the doorman, she saw Ginny and Harry from an alley, dashing quickly towards her, their faces those of panic and despair.

Ginny was the one to skid in front of her, nearly collapsing. She glanced at Harry, who was facing the opposite direction.

"Oh, she's..here?" Harry pointed straight at Hermione and she gave him a rather flat look, even though he could not see it.

"Yes, she's there." Harry simply shook his head as if he were trying to rid his mind of a bad memory.

"I don't understand how this could possibly be happening.." Harry murmured, but the three of them knew they'd seen worse.

"What happened? Why are you-" Ginny shoved a Daily Prophet into her hands, the headline reading:

The Death Of A Headmaster

Hermione shook slightly. "What? How-"

"Just-tonight.." Ginny gasped for breath and began again. "Just tonight, McGonagall said he went missing. He doesn't usually go out in the night randomly, well, that she knows of, so they're searching for him."

"A wizard like Dumbledore would be quick to get out of a bad situation like that," Hermione mused to her.

"But that's not the problem! Don't you get it?" Ginny paused before saying, "I think...the Death Eaters are back, so-"

"Impossible!" Harry snapped, though her thoughts were directed at Harry.

"You very damn well know it's possible!" Hermione exclaimed towards him, but he still remained his frustrated glare at Ginny. Ginny looked at Hermione for a brief moment before saying, "She said that you very damn well know it's possible."

He glanced at the seemingly invisible spot. "The chances of the Death Eaters coming back? Only after a couple months of Voldemort dying-"

"Harry!" People had began to stop and stare for a moment, Muggles because they'd never hear such a strange name and the other witches and wizards alike who did not think that The Dark Lord's name needed to mentioned in the first place.

She gritted her teeth, grabbing both Hermione and Harry's wrists and taking them to a side of the building. "You know, it looks a little strange talking to no one in public! We must look mad!"

"I must be mad. Ron's not here, Dumbledore's gone, the Ministry is in havoc, people can't see Hermione, Malfoy-"

"Harry!" Ginny scolded shrilly, but Hermione held her hand out.

"It's okay, there are more important matters at hand." Hermione swallowed after saying this, knowing it wasn't true.

"Okay..this is too much. How about we all just go to bed and meet tomorrow morning to-" Ginny stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widened.

"Yes?" Harry shook her only a bit.

"I go off to Hogwarts...in two weeks." She gave a hollow laugh and murmured, "With all the shit that been going on lately, I didn't even notice."

"That's perfectly reasonable, okay? But like you said, we need sleep. All of us." Ginny glances upwards to notice Hermione's shoulders shake.

"I left my home...I-I've no where to stay except my parents..and I dont want to leave you, Ginny!" She lunged forward and hugged Ginny tightly, refusing to let her tears fall. Ginny glanced at a confused Harry and filled him up.

"Hermione.." He hesitantly raised a hand. "Stay with us." And she almost broke into tears when her own small, delicate hand was able to hold his, with that, Apparating the three of them away.

A/N: I apologize for being so late. I'm trying to get back on track.