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Disclaimer: Everything that you have come to know and love from the Harry Potter series does not belong to me- it belongs to JK Rowling.

Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. This wasn't happening; It was impossible.

Fred stood, no floated, there in front of her. Her first thought was that he was a ghost, but that wasn't the case. He didn't have a pearly white color to him. In fact, most of his color was still there. It was almost like she was looking at the real Fred Weasley, and maybe she could have believed that if he weren't transparent.

She tried getting up, but it was like all of her limbs were made of jelly and she just kept falling back down. There were tears streaming down her face and the rational part of her mind was telling her to calm down.

But the small part of her that acted on instinct rather than smarts was slowly getting larger in her mind and it was telling her to run away from this.

Fred tried to get closer to her and she shrieked "NO! You're dead. This isn't real!"

Finally her strength came back to her and she sprinted out of the cemetary, tripping over rocks and stray roots that she hadn't even noticed before. Now they were her only obstacles from safety.

When she made it past the gate of the cemetary, she didn't slow down- she just ran for dear life up to the castle.

She glanced behind herself once and was happy to see nothing following her. She looked at the cemetary which was getting farther and farther from where she stood; But standing right at the edge of the gate was a red head looking out after her.

She vaugely wondered why he hadn't come further, but pushed the thought aside as she opened the doors to the castle.

Glancing down at her watch she realized it was past curfew. She groaned inwardly and wished she had the invisibility cloak with her.

With her heart still hammering inside her chest, she quietly made her way through the castle as quickly as possible. She jumped at every noise and almost screamed when Nearly Headless Nick passed through a wall she was passing by. As it was, she jumped nearly two feet in the air.

Nick looked around him curiosly and was surprised at what he found.

"Why, Miss. Granger, this isn't like you." He said with mild shock.

Hermione thought to herself, If only you knew. I just don't have the cloak with me.

"I'm sorry. It was a mistake. Please don't tell anyone!"

Nearly headless Nick smiled kindly at her and said "Don't worry, it will be our secret." And then he floated away whistling as he went through another wall.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and ran the rest of the way to the common room.

"Adamo" she sputtered to the portrait. The Fat Lady gave her a reprimanding look but let her in, regardless.

Hermione collapsed into her favorite armchair and closed her eyes. She felt like she could fall asleep right there with no problems.

"Hermione?"

She jerked up and was surprised to see a miserable looking Harry sitting on the couch across from her.

"Harry! What are you still doing up?"

"You tell me first." He said, crossing his arms.

Hermione tried to think of something off of the top of her head.

"Er, I was in the library. I didn't want to have to deal with the mess Ron surely made in here." She told him. Hermione wasn't exactly sure why she was lying to Harry. They told each other everything; but for some reason she didn't want to share what happened. She was already trying to convince herself that it was all in her head, and she didn't want to have to convice someone else about it too!

Harry seemed to believe her and he relaxed into his chair.

"How bad was he?" Hermione asked.

Harry groaned and looked up at the dormitory.

"Would it be uncharacteristic of me to say I'm scared to sleep in there." He pointed in the direction of his dormitory.

Hermione tried to stifle a laugh, but failed.

"Hey! I was nearly killed by him. Ginny ended up giving him her Bat Bogey and they both went storming off. I haven't seen either of them since."

Hermione laughed some more and said, "It's your own fault. If you had the power to resist from going at it with his sister this wouldn't happen."

Harry grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and threw it at her.

She dodged it and continued to laugh, Harry eventually joining her. Being in the common room like this, she was almost able to forget about the whole graveyard fiasco- almost.

Hermione sighed, stood up and said "I'm exhausted. If you don't come to breakfast tomorow, I'll know he killed you."

Harry snorted and muttered under his breath something along the lines of 'smothered with a pillow.'

Hermione walked to the staircase that led to her room when Harry shouted after her.

"Oh yeah, Hermione, your hair is a mess!" Then he winked at her before putting his arms around his head, leaning back in the couch and closing his eyes.

Hermione turned around with a small smile on her face.

He knew I wasn't in the library the whole time!

She curled up in bed and was reassured by her normal, happy conversation with Harry that all was well. What she saw in the cemetary was just a trick of the light- Fred was, as sad as it was to say, not coming back. It was the natural order of life.

And everything has order- to everything there is a rule. And people who die- stay dead, no exceptions.

Of course in her half asleep state, she didn't even think about the special circumstances of Voldemort or even Harry, who had died in his own way; And the ressurection stone must have slipped her mind as well.

Her mind didn't comprehend the fact that there was always an exception- and sometimes you need to open your mind up to discover it.

I got NINE, 9, NUEVA reviews for the first chapter! I was uber happy! Can we make it 10 for chapter two, bring our grand total up to 19?

Pretty please! (: