A/N: Heh I forgot to mention the title of this story was inspired by a song from Sweeney Todd the Musical. Well anyways, this is dedicated to my four first reviewers! thanks guys! and sorry for the wait!

Disclaimer: Oh woe is me! tis such a sad sad day, for I do not owneth Harry Potter!

City on Fire

Ch.4 Crazed

Pots and pans rattled. Cauldron's emitted oddly smelling steams. Patients moaned from their beds. Orders were shouted hastily back and forth.

All this was happening the day after the raid on The Meet. People bustled about getting the rest of the new headquarters ready.

Truthfully, Whispering Ways Castle had not seen that much life since its last royal owner. The hustle and bustle of large amounts of truly good people made the walls of the castle sigh contentedly. A castle with secrets not unlike those at Hogwarts, it was a mystery.

Though the castle's truthful owner was not present within the walls, no mortal peril had come to haunt the mistress. As one of the Golden Trio and a frightfully intelligent witch Hermione Granger had come to find her inheritance hidden away in a dire time of need. With the Meet being infiltrated with spy's there had been an extreme need for a new hideout and headquarters for the ever growing light side.

Hermione Granger, Mudblood extraordinaire found her abnormally large inheritance a week after her parents died. A week after finding out she was a witch born from a huge line of squibs making her, in fact, not a "Mudblood" as some liked to call her, but a pureblood with a huge store of magical power that skipped tens of twenty's of generations. She was in fact related to both the great Godric Gryffindor and the extraordinarily intelligent Rowena Ravenclaw.

Not that that seems of any importance as of right now. The important thing was her location. Or the lack of knowledge of said location.

Not only was The Meet drowning in preparations, but they were missing one of their great co-leaders who held all the secrets of the new headquarters in her grasp. Important members who needed to move from place to place in the castle were getting lost like first years in Hogwarts and needing to use their frugal amounts of Flu Powder to make it anywhere in the castle. This was a cause of panic.

A cause of panic that had Neville Longbottom hoping in the deepest recesses of his heart and soul for help to show up, and fortunately for him it did.

A windblown Luna and a disgruntled yet wary Draco made their way towards the cliff holding smatterings of signs that warned of the treacherous cliff and dangerous animals lurking there. The pair hoped deeply that their information was correct and they were not entering a death trap, but a safe haven that would possibly help them in their quest to save the world wide wizarding communities.

Once inside the boundaries Luna reached up to lightly tap the coin attached to her neck by a thin gold chain and almost immediately the grandiose sight of castle so large and beautiful it rivaled even Hogwarts flickered into place where there was once ruins and signs of warning. Draco's gasp of awe tributed wonderfully to the mood which had filled Luna's heart at the sight before them.

With her mouth agape she took a small unnoticeable step forward then burst into a full out run with the truest smile she had ever had since her days at Hogwarts. Draco had barely caught up to her when she flung open the intricately designed doors to the great surprise of all inside.

When the great banging echoed through the castle from the entrance doors, three startled co-heads quickly dropped what they were doing and practically flew to the cause of the commotion.

Well, one of them did fly there.

Could you blame him? No seriously! Oliver Wood would find any chance to fly somewhere since the light lost the war and he lost his position as a Quiditch keeper.

Really, even indoors.

Well, on to more important things. Like Neville Longbottom running towards the commotion and the mysteriously missing Hermione Granger appearing out of thin air in a castle supposedly unable to be apparated into.

Huh.

Gasps and hard suspicion filled faces were the greetings for Luna and Draco. But the most attention catching greeting was that of Hermione Granger, who after letting one single tear roll down her cheek ran up and enveloped Luna into a back-breaking, bone-crushing, happiness-filled hug.

Though, while her greeting to Luna was one of great hope and happiness, the reaction that exploded from her at the sight of a Malfoy, any Malfoy…was not.

"You bastard," her comment came out hushed as she moved around Luna.

"I beg pardon?" Draco was startled to say the least at the rage in her eyes. And this was only the calm before the storm.

"You have the nerve to enter into my home! Especially after deciding to switch sides without helping!" she practically growled. "You let him die! Because of you Ron Weasley is dead! Because you were to above helping anyone other than yourself!" She finally lost control.

"YOU BASTARD!" she gulped a big breath before continuing, "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY CASTLE! HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT AFTER ALL YOU HAVE DONE!" her screams bordered on that of insane screeches. Hermione Granger was one frighteningly furious witch.

And being a furious witch it took both Neville Longbottom and Oliver Wood, who had arrived just in time, to hold her down.

"You let me go! You let me go this instant! I am not done with him!" her screams echoed down the corridors, even after a simple wave of Luna's hand had silenced her.

Oliver sighed, "Thank you Luna, though it's going to take hours to calm her down."

After Neville was done rubbing his poor ear that got yelled into he said, "We got the message from McGonagall that said you would be showing up soon, and I assume her mysterious statement about a golden eagle being with you meant that git?" he waved his hand in the direction of Draco, "Well I guess it can't be helped, we're too much in need of more members that even turncoats will have to do."

The innocuous glare sent Neville's way did nothing to faze him. "Thanks for that, let's call it lovely, description of me," he retorted dryly.

A/N: hope you've read this Sammie and sorry for the wait...you know the drill, REVIEW!