I'm so glad you are all liking this story. Thanks again for the reviews. Enjoy Chapter 6.

"Hi." Hermione whispered so softly they could barely hear her.

Ginny was the first to move. She ran to Hermione and embraced her in a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay, Hermione."

Harry noticed she didn't say anything. She hardly even acknowledged Ginny. "Uh Gin, do you think you could give me and Hermione a second?"

"Of course." Ginny gracefully walked out of the room.

Hermione closed the door behind her being sure not to make any excessive noise. She closed her eyes not sure what she was going to say to him.

"Hermi-"

"I left him."

Harry furrowed his brow. "I don't understand."

"You left and I realized you were right. I was ready to end everything when he found me but I told him I couldn't do it. I headed back into the Great Hall and realized you guys had probably come here."

"Hermione I shouldn't have said those things. I'm not saying what you did was right but I overreacted. I should have let you explain." He sat down on the end of Ginny's bed.

She sat next to him. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"It does matter. Hermione, if everything I'm hearing is true, if Malfoy really did betray Voldemort right in front of him simply because you asked him to then that's a big deal. He betrayed everything he's ever known for you."

"You're only saying this because you're trying to make me feel better. You don't really trust him or even like him for that matter."

"So what if I don't? What does that have to do with you doing what makes you happy?"

"It matters because you're my best friend, Harry."

They suddenly heard a shriek from down stairs and they both turned towards the door. "Hermione!" They heard Ginny yell from below.

Harry and Hermione rushed down the stairs sensing the urgency in Ginny's voice. Hermione gasped at the sight before her. Ginny was standing, holding the front door open. A blonde haired boy was lying in the doorway with Molly Weasley kneeling by his side. "Ginny go get the extra Dittany in the far cabinet." Her mother ordered her but Ginny just stood there in shock. "Ginevra!" And with that she took off for the kitchen. Bill, Charlie, and Percy all came running in due to the noise. "Help me move him to bedroom." Bill Weasley took out his wand and levitated the boy up the stairs.

Hermione felt her stomach hit the floor. She knew what had happened because it had happened to her before but he looked much much worse. She thought her knees were about to fail her but then Harry's arm was around her waist keeping her standing. Her breathing got heavy.

"Hermione, dear drink this and sit down. You look paler than a ghost." Mrs. Weasley handed her a glass of purple liquid as she rushed up the stairs.

But instead of drinking it, she shoved it at Harry and ran for the bedroom.

Harry yelled for her but she ignored him completely.

As she made her way closer to where the three older Weasley boys and their mother were talking frantically, she started to make out what they were saying.

"Mum, he's in bad shape. Do you think we should go to St. Mungo's?"

"Quiet, Percy. Bill hand me more…"

"Here you go."

"Look at his arm."

Molly gasped. "More more more."

"It's not working. I don't think he's gonna recover from this. He's barely awake as it is."

"Percy. Shut up!" Molly snapped. "If you're just going to make rude negative comments then leave."

Charlie spoke quietly. "Mum, whoever did this surely didn't expect him to survive."

Hermione was now standing in the doorway, sobbing. She felt sick. Why did he come here? How did he get here in this condition? Is he alive? I need him to be alive. I can't stand to lose anyone else. Molly didn't need to look up from what she was doing to see who it was. "Bill get her out of here and bring me back Fleur. I'm gonna need an extra pair of hands up here."

Bill closed the door and led Hermione back to the kitchen where Harry, Ginny, and Fleur were all standing. As he helped Hermione into a chair he turned to his wife and said, "Fleur, Mum needs you now."

"Yez." Fleur floated up the stairwell with Bill not far behind.

"Hermione." Ginny sat down next to her.

"It was Bellatrix."

"What?" Harry gasped. "She wouldn't dare show her face again after Voldemort was destroyed."

"He betrayed them all Harry. She would have been the one who wanted revenge. I just know it was her."

"What are you guys talking about?" Ginny looked from Harry to Hermione back to Harry.

"Hermione believes that Bellatrix Lestrange tortured Malfoy."

Ginny's mouth fell open. "That's what happened to him?"

"That and probably many other things." Harry sighed and put the purple liquid down in front of Hermione but she just shook her head. "Mrs. Weasley is right. It will help."

Hermione rolled her eyes and relentlessly gulped down the drink. As she sat the glass down, her head fell on the table.

"What did you give her?" Ginny asked.

"It's a sleeping potion and some grinded up Muggle pain relievers. She needs to rest and she'll feel loads better when she wakes." He took her up to Ginny's bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

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Harry had decided to take a shower. He undressed himself peeling the dirt covered, blood stained clothes off his body. He looked at himself in the mirror. There wasn't an inch of him that wasn't either cut open, dirt stained, or covered in blood which he knew was not only his. He turned the water on as hot as he could. He didn't know what it felt like he just was happy he could feel again. The stingy of the steaming water felt so good he didn't want to get out. He scrubbed his body hard to get all the debris off. But the scrubbing didn't hurt like it should have. It felt clean like he was scrubbing away the war.

He finally willed himself to get out. He dried off and put on some clean clothes. He rushed downstairs to find Ginny sitting on the couch watching a Muggle television, her hair still wet from her shower. Clearly she hadn't bothered with a drying spell and neither had Harry. He sat down next to her.

"Hi." She said.

He kissed her on the cheek. "Hi."

She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Nothing will ever be normal again, Harry."

"I know." He sighed. At that moment Fleur and Bill walked in, Fleur holding a tray of potions. Harry stood to face them. "How is he?"

Fleur took a long breath like she hadn't been breathing for a while now. "Weak. He iz still zzleeping but he will zurvive." She didn't sound convinced though.

"When will he wake up?"

Bill spoke this time. "There's really no way to tell. Where's Hermione? I had expected her back up there as soon as I brought her down."

"She, well we gave her some sleeping potion to help her rest so there's really no telling when she'll wake up either."

"Sleeping potions usually last about seven hours."

"Yes but I added some Muggle pain relievers."

Bill scoffed. "Suppose we could all use some of them. Excuse me I must go plan a funeral." He followed Fleur into the kitchen.

Harry just stood there. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. "Are you okay?" He just shook his head no.

"He shouldn't have died. He should be here now right next to me making stupid jokes and holding Hermione."

"I know." Tears rolled down both their faces.

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