She seriously needed silence. The arguing...It made her feel so depressed. Hermione didn't want this; she never wanted Remus and Harry to be so divided. Remus desperately wanted to her to go back to her mother and brother. He thought that perhaps that they could be a loophole in the marriage contract. They could search while she "safely"resided at the Zabini Mansion. After an hour of listening to Harry and Remus debate over her, Hermione had sunk out of the study and ran for cover. She couldn't help but think about their opinions.

Harry wanted her to be with him. He was fiercely protective of her; the typical Gryffindor as always. He protected his own, which include Hermione and Ginny, and now with all the destruction that was occurring in the wizarding world...it was putting him on the edge. Harry wanted to keep them as close. Hermione couldn't blame him. She was the same way with him. Just sometimes it was so annoying.

"Hermione?" Hermione looked up from her hiding spot and watched as Ginny pushed through the bushes. She was currently in the Black Garden, a place that was filled with some of the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen. She could remember Sirius showing this place to her after one of Harry's fits. Sirius had took pity on her; he knew how it felt to be the brunt of anger. He wanted her to be happy and this was the only way he could show it. Sirius had told her that it was a place that he went to think during his childhood; when his mother was pressuring him with the belief of pure-blood supremacy.

"I'm right here, Gin." Hermione muttered waving off the wards she placed around the garden. The faint veil that enveloped the garden, disappeared letting the red head in. With one sweep of the hand, the wards were replaced. Hermione could hear the swift in-take of breath as Ginny watched in amazement. Few knew how capable she was with magic.

"Harry and Ron are looking for you inside." Ginny muttered sitting down on the stone bench. Hermione was currently leaning up against it; Her eyes were on the midnight sky; pinpoints of blue and red stars decorated the fine beauty. She could name off various constellations by just looking up. Astronomy was one of her favorite classes. "I thought you would be out here." Hermione nodded at the obvious thought. Ginny knew her well; more so than her best friends.

"It's all my fault." Hermione muttered feelign tears well up. "I shoudln't be here. I'm causing all this fighting..." She coudl feel Ginny, shaking her head at Hermione's words.

"It's not your fault, Hermione!" Ginny stated sliding off the bench to where she was sitting right beside her. "We wanted to run away, remember? Harry more so...all this pressure is going to break him and he knows that. You just gave him an opportunity to get away for awhile." Tears fell down her face as the words sunk in. It was true; pressure was being placed on them 24/7. They were the Golden Trio! Images of her parents ran through her mind making Hermione look down. "There is something else that is bothering you...it can't just be about this arrangement." Hermione sighed and nodded.

"My parents...I need to see them. I can't help but feel that something is going to happen to them.' Hermione muttered wringing her hands. "I haven't received one letter from them." Ginny nodded, looking away for a breif second before returning her attention to Hermione. Hermione looked up and couldn't help but cringe at the devious glint in those blue eyes.

"Let's go see them, Hermione!" Hermione shook her head. It was too dangerous...yet Ginny continued to rant. "You have your Apparation license! Let's go! They won't even notice that we are gone." Hermione bit her lip as temptation sunk in. It would only take a few minutes; Hermione desperately wanted to see her parents again. To make sure they were okay; Hermione smiled and nodded.

"All right, let's go!"

Jane couldn't help but think of her daughter. It was impulsive; the motherly act that is bestowed on all women when they have children. She missed Hermione terribly and Jane could tell that her husband did as well. It had been hard on him to let her go. She was a Daddy's girl through and through. All those memories of her when she was little proved that.

"I'm going out." a familiar voice muttered making Jane look up from her novel. Alex stood across the room; leaning up against the doorframe. His once beautiful eyes were now dull and lifeless. His clothes looked almost ragged. Jane bit the inside of her mouth to keep from saying something. Alex was taking it hard, more so than she first thought.

"Where?" she asked closing the book. Jane got up and walked over to the bookcase. Alex had built it for her and Hermione five years ago; it stood as a monument to her somewhat. She slid it back into placed and returned her attention to her husband. His eyes radiated self-loathing; Jane hide the chills that ran down her spine as he looked at her.

"Out," he muttered breaking eye contact. Jane nodded slowly. She wasn't going to get an answer.

"Be safe, Alex." Jane muttered sitting back down on the couch; her eyes on the t.v. She listened to his movements fore that was the only sound in the house. His footsteps were distinctive; sharp and precise, that was sometihng that never changed. As the door opened, a bright light filled the hallway. Jane screamed as she watched her husband fly across the room. The thud of his body echoed through the air as his body connected with the opposite wall. Her heart stopped as blood ran down his pale face. One thing came to mind: run! She ran to the stairs and ran up them; hoping that they didn't see her Voices echoed through the air as they made their way into her house. Jane didn't look back though; it was simply too dangerous. She vaguely remembered Hermione talking about their war. What were those people called? She skidded down the hallway and ran into her room. It suddenly clicked as a sharp pain ran through her body.

There were Death Eaters in her house.