Wow, an update after what?

2 years?

Well, whatever.

they belong to JKR

That night, Hermione didn't come back to the dormitories. I found myself lying on top of the covers of my bed, staring at the ceiling. The anxious knot that had been growing in my stomach for the last couple of weeks tightened even more and I tried to convince myself she had just fallen asleep in the prefect's room. Though as I tried I couldn't help but take her absence personally. It was the same with Harry… As he became more and more obsessed with Draco, I often got pushed to the side. He hadn't even been going to Hogsmeade anymore because Draco wasn't.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something awful was about to happen as I got up and went to go sit in the common room by the fire, a portrait looked at me with half disapproval and half concern as I softly padded by him. A half an hour passed as I stared at the fire just to fucking forget it all, before there was a sound in the silence, and then suddenly all hell broke loose.

The common room buzzed with panic and the sound of booming and shattering glass from the castle beyond. I found myself, along with the other students looking frightfully at the forced calm face of Professor McGonagall explaining carefully to us to remain calm. I heard a shrill cackle and I looked at Neville with panic as we both recognized the sound of Death Eater Bellatrix LeStrange. This was bad. I instantly felt sick, where was Hermione? What if she wasn't in a position to defend herself? I had to do something. I muttered under my breath "accio wand" and gripped it tightly when it whistled into my hand discreetly.

As Professor McGonagall left the head boy and girl in charge I walked to the portrait, nobody noticed me among the chaos. As a face the portraitI knew the fat lady would refuse entry to exit to anyone so I did what I had to do. Lifting my wand I pointed it at her face.

"Confundo!" The fat lady looked at me blankly for a second before she registered what was going on.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me… Pass, pass." She smiled as the door swung open and I slipped through. As soon as she closed I pointed my wand again.

"Cave Inimicum." Hermione had taught me that one, in case I ever needed it. Now that I knew the common room was safe I ran down the hallway as quickly as I dared without losing my ability to protect myself and went to the prefects area. I searched frantically as I let myself in and she was nowhere to be seen. I mentally berated myself as I realized that the thought of protecting her friends would have caused her to do the same thing I was doing now. I ran back into the hall and heard stone explode somewhere to my left, as I spun around I narrowly missed a curse that I could have only guessed was a deadly one.

"Stupify!" as soon as the spell left my wand I dove for the rubble and crawled to some cover, ducking a curse that flew over my head. As soon as I felt like I was out of sight I got up and ran, turning a corner a bumped right into a cloaked figure who instantly shoved me to the floor.

I tried to think fast... "Reduc-"

But he was faster. "Crucio!"

My mind went blank as excruciating pain shocked my whole being. My back arched and my arms and legs seized and tightened as my mouth opened wide to produce a strangled sound of agony. Seconds felt like hours as a jerked and twitched, the only coherent thought I had was the vision of those hazel eyes. My wand fell from my hand, the last resistance I had was gone, as I felt my mind breaking...

And then there was nothing. I lay panting in the dirt, chest heaving and looked around. My eyesight was blurry with tears and all I could make out was a dark figure with shoulder length black hair looking at me for a brief moment before he stepped over the unconscious body of my attacker and heading briskly to the Astronomy tower staircase. I watched him disappear before I slipped into darkness.

A series of nightmares, the last ending with Tom Riddle standing over Hermione's lifeless body, woke me from a dead sleep. The first thing I noticed was the brightness behind my eyelids and the second was the stiffness of a bed that wasn't my own. I opened my eyes to see it was morning in the infirmary and I was alone. I sat up shakily and felt sore all over. Damn it...

As my head started to clear I started to remember. A shiver of hatred ran through me as I thought back on the death eater who used an unforgivable curse on me. But then I knew what they were capable of. And then...

Hermione.

I jumped off the bed and ran from the infirmary, I had to see her. However I soon saw that something wasn't right, aside from the rubble still being cleaned there was something in the air. Misery. Silence. Something happened. Someone died. I knew it.

I had to find Hermione.

I ran for the Gryffindor tower and entered through the portrait. I didn't see her, and other students sad in solemn silence barely doing a thing. I panicked and ran upstairs, no one. I wheeled around and headed to the next place I thought she would be, Hagrid's.

I saw the three of them sitting on a short stone wall outside of Hagrid's hut, but I stopped when I saw Harry's expression. He was stone faced and angry, Hermione was sitting next to him with her hand on his thigh and Ron was beside her, arm over her shoulders. I hesitantly approached them.

"Harry... Are you alright?" I said in a gentle and careful tone. Ron glared at me and snapped,

"Of course he's not." Hermione elbowed him lightly and gave him her usual scolding look but stayed in his embrace.

"Harry witnessed Dumbledore's death last night..." She said with a watery but patient voice, but before I could react Harry's head snapped up to look at me, green eyes bright with tears.

"He was murdered… Snape murdered him!"

I felt the blood rush to my head as the flashback of the blurry black clad figure rushing to the astronomy tower flashed to my mind. Snape.