She looked up just in time to see what she was about to be swept up in.

"Mum!" Screamed a familiar voice from the door. "You're going to kill her!"

"I'm so sorry to have to send a letter instead of telling you in person," Mrs. Weasley was clearly upset. Hermione was now more worried about her air supply was trying her best to push the weeping women off of her. Finally Mrs. Weasley put her arms around her so she didn't worry about it and Hermione gave in to the hug. She was still crying she looked over the women's shoulders and saw Harry, Ron, and surprisingly Draco, then again he and Harry didn't go anywheres without each other. Over Draco's shoulder was Balise and Dean. A weird smell caught in her nose, it was familiar, she had smelt it some where today, but she couldn't remember where. She wriggled out of Mrs. Weasley's grasp and into Harry's and Ron's.

"Not to get too sentimental, but we came here to give you the ca..a... purse you asked for," stated Draco holding awkwardly onto a brief case and some tubes full of what looked to be slime.

"They already know," said Hermione's aunt. Know what?

"Oh good cause if I had to explain all the tubes of this jelly I really had nothing,"

"And the arrogant prat speaks. I'm guessing that's from the crime scene," said Hermione, into Harry's shoulder.

"Yea, after the ministry crashed, you're the only one who knows the aura imprint thing," said Balise.

"Plus we wanted to get there before the police showed up," said Dean. "If we had gotten there after then everything would've been ruined."

"Which hospital is she in?" Hermione said, her tears almost completely subsiding.

"St. Mungo, you.." Ron was cut off with Hermione grabbing the jells and brief case.

"Dean? You rode here right?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, Harry has a car though," he said.

"The bike is fine," she said.

"Are you just going to leave without telling the chairman where you are going?"

She turned and looked at the Chairman, "I'll be back for classes tomorrow morning, I'm going to visit my mum."

"Hermione," Draco looked at her, when she looked at him he said "She's in the intensive care unit, you may not want to see her,"

"She's my mother, she would want to see me," she turned and walked out, still somehow gracefully. Dean right behind her, also just as gracefully. Draco's liquid mercury (that is silver right?) eyes looked back at the chairman.

"You should have stopped her," the chairman just looked at him.

"Why?" asked Touga.

"Who are you?" asked Ron, then Ron continued "If my mother was in that state I would wait to see her until she was... more presentable."

"You mean like a corpse after the coroners done? This may be the last time she sees her mother alive," said Balise. He turned his attention on to Hermione's aunt and Uncle. "Mr. and Mrs. King? May we stay the night at your house? We were meant to show up tomorrow for transferring but after all this we had to come early."

"By all means, you're welcome at our home," said Mrs. King.

"I'm deeply sorry for the comment I made earlier to Ron, I was out of place, after all you are her sister and you shouldn't worry. My own mum is working day and night to keep her from death," with that he walked out the door as well. He was outside when he turned and saw Yori. "Second? Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

"How can I? I can feel her aura, its alarmingly powerful," she said, her back against the wall of the building, looking up at the full moon. She turned to him yellow eyes meeting yellow eyes.

"They still don't know, do they?" asked Balise.

"No, I would consider them cute, they're so naive. The largest battle is about to take place and this is going to be the war front, and yet they don't know what is going down in the underworld. They're too obsessed with trying to fit into the world of the average mortal," there was a long silence. "There are more coming, because the future leader is supporting the boy who lived, they will help. It'll be a gathering our kind will talk about for ages to come. If the vampires don't guess what's up from that, then they really are stupid bats."

"Don't underestimate them, the one you like looks intelligent,"

"I don't like.." she was cut off.

"You mean you can't like," She rolled her eyes.

"I'm only here to serve, besides, like she could ever like me," with that she started walking away.

"Yori," she turned "be careful, I don't think all the red eyes are naive about the war. I'm pretty sure one of them is in contact with the dark lord." She nodded.

"Where is Hermione now?" asked Yori.

"She's going to see her mother," he saw the face she was making and said "She's with Dean, she's safe." Yori nodded and continued walking. She reached the girls dorm rooms.

"Isn't it odd that the strongest wolves to ever be born are here in the present, in time for the battle of a life time? Between Integra and Fenir? The strongest ever?" she knew he was hearing ever word and she continued "Something bigger then coincidence is at work, not that I mind," she turned again to go in and she heard him say "You know about her prophecy right?" She slammed the door on the way in. She was in no way going to let that prophecy turn out right.

Balise stood outside still, amusement on his face, she has no intentions of letting that prophecy take place, well I've got my job cut out for me then.

chappie done, but to have some fun now. What was going on inside the chairman's office?

Balise turned and left the office, that gets rid of all the odd vibes, this thought was from Kaname.

There was a long uncomfortable silence.

"Well..." everyone turned and looked at Draco. "Why are there so many churches around here?" Harry looked at him like he had three heads. "It's an open ended question! It allows people, notice how I'm referring to people, to answer it and start a conversation. Or did sitting here staring at the ground and twiddling our fingers make you happy? Never mind twiddling your fingers around..." Harry knew what perverted thing Draco was going to say and pushed him out the door and shut it quickly. "Potter! Let me in!"

"Was he going where I think he was going with that?" asked Zero. Harry looked at the silver(?) haired teen.

"If your mind is in the gutter then yes," Harry said leaning on the door. Yuki, and a few others were lost.

"Must be the evil vibes in the air, it must make people pray harder," everyone then stared at Mrs. Weasley for actually thinking about the question. Harry was a little shocked because the next thing he new he was on the ground and Draco was back in the room.

"Effing ferret," said Ron under his breath.

"Weasel what did you say?" asked Draco.

"Could we not fight?" asked Yuki. "You said you were transferring in right?"

"Yes, I'm Draco Malfoy and you are?" he looked around the room.

His damned noble blood is going to get him killed, vampires can sense this shit, Harry looked at them and said "I'm Harry Potter," please don't sense my fathers blood! I don't want vampires on my side in the war but i don't want them against us either.

"You're father is James Potter, right?" asked the man with a weird eye.

Shit, "Yes," his emerald eyes staring straight.

"Ah, and how is your old man," he asked. Ron started choking on spit.

"Bloody hell, do you live on earth?" Ron was still choking but managed to get some words out.

"He's been dead for 17 years," said Harry.

"How?" was all the man's reaction. It takes a lot to kill an aristocratic Vampire.

Everyone was silent, "He uhhh," Harry looked to Draco who was imitating a noose around his neck, next was Ron doing an impression of drowning. "was hung while drowning." Now everyone was paying close attention to this.

"He was swimming and started drowning, while he was being rescued, the rescue rope went around his neck and he was hung," said Draco. Everyone looked at them thinking "Is that even possible??"

how would you explain to someone how your father died? while not trying to tell them exactly what happened? Draco was trying to say suicide and Ron was thinking of drowning which was most obvious.

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