Hermione didn't know what to do, think, or say when the door opened and she saw Ron standing there. She was sure he didn't either.

"Look, uh..." Ron started. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk, okay?"

Hermione gave him a small smile. "Hi Ron." She walked up to him and gave him a hug. Behind him was Harry.

"Oh, Harry! It's so good to see you!" Hermione ran up to him and gave him a hug as well.

Ginny was next. "Hi, Hermione." She said quietly. "I can't believe it...about McGonagall..."

"I know...there's, uh, a lot that needs to be talked about..."

Mrs. Weasley came in and gave Hermione a big hug. She smelled like freshly baked cookies. "Oh, Hermione, it's great to see you. Let's get to the meeting, shall we?"

Hermione nodded and grabbed Draco's hand, dragging him with her. No one had even acknowledged that he was there.

As she walked into the living room, everyone was already deep in discussion. Hagrid, Arthur Weasley, Aberforth Dumbledore, Mundungus Fletcher, and Kingsley Shacklebolt seemed to be the most intense. Charlie and Bill were talking to Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Everyone looked up when Molly walked in with Hermione and Draco. Hermione quickly dropped Draco's hand.

"What the-"

"Excuse me." Hermione said. "For those of you who don't know, Draco has been living at my house over the summer. He's not the same person, so leave him be."

"Okay, okay, let's get the meeting started." Molly interrupted.

Hermione and Draco sat on the same couch as Ron, Ginny, and Harry.

Hagrid spoke first. "As yeh know, arr good friend Minerva McGonagall was killed last night. We ain't sure at this point, but we think this may be a random act. Our duty is to find out who killed her and work from there."

Hermione cleared her throat. "Um, I have something I'd like to say."

Everyone turned and looked at Hermione. "Go ahead." Arthur said.

"I know who killed Professor McGonagall."

There were a few gasps, a few "whats," a few "whos," and a few "hows."

"Her name is Iris Morris." Hermione said. "I've been having the same dream every night since Voldemort was killed. Snape would tell me over and over again that the war isn't over and about 1945...the year Tom Riddle graduated from Hogwarts. Finally, I got my hands on the yearbook and, well, Tom Riddle had a girlfriend. And her name is Iris Morris."

"Why would you be the one having the dreams? That doesn't make any sense...I was the one who killed Voldemort." Harry questioned.

"It must be because I'm a girl."

"I'm a girl too...I haven't experienced this." Ginny said.

Suddenly, Hermione knew exactly why. She felt queasy. "Oh my God." She mumbled as she abruptly stood up. "I'm sorry...I have to go." She practically ran out the living room and out the door, as everyone sat there stunned. Draco ran after her.

"What is it? What's wrong!" Draco yelled once he caught up with her outside.

"I'm the one having the dreams because I'm the only girl that knows what it's like to be in love with a Slytherin. And I played a part in Voldemort's death."

"I don't...understand..."

"She's going to try to KILL YOU!" Hermione screamed. She was extremely frustrated.

Suddenly, before Hermione could reach for her wand, a dark figure behind them shot out a green spell aimed at Draco.

The killing curse.

Hermione quickly pulled Draco out of the way and briskly took out her wand. "Don't make me kill you." Hermione growled.

"Stupefy!" the dark figure yelled. It was a girl's voice.

Hermione quickly blocked her spell. "Iris Morris. It's a pleasure, really."

"Expelliarmus!"

Hermione blocked that spell too. "What made you fall in love with Voldemort? I find it fascinating."

"Shut up, little girl. You filthy mudblood." Iris spat out. She gave an evil laugh. "Do me a favor and kill yourself so I don't have to come back and finish the deed myself."

Hermione forgot where she was, for a split second, taking in the sting of Iris' words, and she dropped her guard.

"Stupefy!"

Hermione dropped to the ground motionless as everything around her went black.