In This Chapter- A fight breaks out, but not between whom you would think. Hermione makes a new friend and Ron gets an idea.

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Hermione woke up from her peculiar dream in vast confusion. She didn't recognize were she had been in the dream, nor who the children are. A smile crept along her lips, remembering the friendship the children had, even at such a young age. She groaned, remembering she had to get up. The bed was just so comfortable, why couldn't she sleep a little later? Screw lessons…

"Oh crap." Hermione sleepily murmured. "I need to get up." And grudgingly, she did get out of her wonderful, warm four-poster bed. She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out some clothes and headed for the bathroom. She turned the lock with a click, and set about to make herself look presentable.

Half an hour later, Hermione emerged clean and refreshed. She grabbed her school bag from her desk and slid all of her books and papers into it. Before leaving the room, however, she glanced once more in the mirror, admiring her necklace. She wished she knew more about it! Hermione hated, absolutely hated, to be in the dark about anything, and this was something that concerned her, something that could tell her about her past. Finally she left for the Great Hall, still in a bit of a daze.

"Hey guys." She said, sitting down beside Harry.

"Morning." Ron mumbled he was never much of a morning person.

"Sleep well?" Harry asked, trying to keep the conversation easy, as he was still waking up.

"Yes I did." Hermione said. "Well, I did have this very odd dream though." She added.

Harry perked up considerably. "Dream? What kind of dream?" He asked.

"Oh! Not like the kind you have!" Hermione assured him, giving an involuntary shudder. "No, nothing about you-know-who."

"Voldemort." Harry said. "Just say his name Mione; you know what Dumbledore says."

"Voldemort." Hermione agreed, and watched Ron squirm a little.

"You got to get over that, Ron." Harry said shaking his head. "Remember fear in a name-"

"Only increases fear in the name itself." Hermione finished smugly.

"You can't go finishing my sentences Hermione!" Harry said, laughing a little.

"Why not?" Asked Hermione.

"Well," Harry started. "I don't know, just don't, and cause its freaking me out."

"Ha Ha Harry, all right." Hermione was laughing now, confusion of her dream quickly subsiding. "We have Defence against the dark arts today." She said, still smiling a bit. "I can't wait to see Professor Lupin."

Ron looked up, slightly confused. "Lupin isn't going to be our teacher." He said. "Didn't you hear?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then back at Ron.

"What?"

Ron looked pleased with himself. "He's on a trip for Dumbledore, George said he's going to meet other werewolves, so he couldn't take the job."

Hermione looked startled, but not worried. "At least we know no one can be worse than Umbridge, and I didn't see anyone new at the feast, I'm just glad Snape is still in potions."

Everyone nodded his or her head, very much agreeing with her.

"Well, is everyone done, so we can find out?" Harry asked, getting up. Hermione and Ron were right behind him, and they made their way out of the slowly emptying Great Hall.

It took them about ten minutes to make their way to the Defence room, and when they got there, they were met with a great surprise.

The defence room itself had very little light, all from candles. The windows, the massive, wall sized windows, where covered out by gigantic curtains. Hermione also noticed the absence of the very large mirror Professor Lupin had brought in two years earlier to show them the maryangus demon.

"Harry." She said quietly, "I'm not sure I like the looks of this." She could actually hear Ron furiously shake his head in agreement, but before they could leave the way they came, a voice said, "Please take a seat."

Immediately, the candles began to glow brighter, lighting up the room as sunlight would. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all saw a very hansom man standing before them, slightly taller then Ron. He had dark brown hair and the fairest skin Hermione had ever seem on anyone before. His lips were full, and if Hermione had been that kind of girl, she would have swooned right there. He was also very young looking, and Hermione was quite curious. He didn't look much older then her, maybe seventeen or eighteen and definitely younger then Ron's older brothers, Charlie and Bill. How was he to be a teacher?

The trio took a seat on the left-hand side of the room, where Dean, Seamus, and Parvati were already waiting. No sooner had they taken their seats, Lavender and Neville came in, and then, the Slytherins. Hermione was surprised, their timetable didn't say they were having this class with another house, like it normally would. The Slytherin took a seat on the right, and after the last straggler entered, the Professor started.

"Welcome, students." He said in a compassionate tone. "Welcome to the defence of the dark arts class. My name is Professor Rain and I am your new teacher." He paused for a moment, then started again. "Professor Dumbledore has notified me of your accomplishments over the last four years, and I much say I am astounded at what some of you have accomplished. I see that Professor Lupin has instructed you on the lower demons, red caps and grinddylows, and that, Professor, err, Moody has given you a fine dose of curses. So what does that leave me? Well, I must say, that very few of you," He gave a pointed look at Malfoy, "Have ever scratched the surface of the dark arts, and, I can assure you, that by the end of this year, you will be all the more better off. Having that said, I'm going to tell you about your first lesson. Each and every one of you know a horrible and frightening demon, yes, every one of you, can anyone tell me who that may be?"

No one was surprised to see Hermione's hand raise into the air, but the Professor called on Parvati.

"Yes Miss, Patil is it?" Professor Rain asked.

Parvati nodded and said. "You-know-who is a demon."

Malfoy sniggered loudly, and The Professor turned to him, then back to Parvati.

"I am sorry, Miss Patil, that is not the correct answer, what about you, Mr. Malfoy? Who do you think the demon in question is?" Draco just gave an arrogant shrug of the shoulders, and the Professor narrowed his eyes.

"I will tell you." The Professor said in an almost deadly whisper, "The demon lies within you, Mr. Malfoy." Draco stopped sniggering, and abruptly narrowed his eyes. The teacher turned to Harry.

"It also lies within you, Mr. Potter." Harry looked revolted to be associated with anything that had to do with Malfoy.

The teacher turned to Hermione, "You and you as well Mr. Weasley, and You, Miss Brown."

"Professor!" Hermione said in a slightly confused voice. "What are you talking about?"

Professor Rain smiled, or at least a shadow of one. "Human nature, Miss Granger." He said. "You all are a demon of human nature."

There was a slight sound of relief in the room, but it didn't last long.

"WIZARDS!" Professor Rain shouted in a deep voice. "MUGGLES! HUMANS! MORTALS! You are all the same"

"I am not a filthy muggle!" Draco Malfoy said hotly. "I am pure wizard, and in no way associated with dirty blood." He shot a look at Hermione.

"He is talking about how we think Malfoy." Hermione said, her temper flaring. "You are nothing more than a muggle, in the way you act. I know dozens of muggles who think they are better then everyone and everything else, you, Malfoy, are no different, nor any better."

The Professor actually smiled at Hermione's outburst. "Well done Miss Granger! Well done! Ten points to Gryffindor! We are now getting somewhere!" The class looked at their new professor in confusion, mentally making bets with themselves for how long this one will last.

"Human nature." The Professor repeated. "Drives any mortal to do well, as well as evil, and in some cases, just extremes. For some people, it can lead them to their doom; I am one of those people."

Draco scuffed; "you look pretty alive to me."

The Professor had his back turned to the class, but then, when he turned around, half the class let out a scream. Professor Rain rounded on Draco. "Do I now?"

The Professor was a vampire. His face was distorted into wrinkles on the forehead; his eyes were glowing bright yellow. Fantastic white Fangs protruded from his mouth, glistening brightly in the candlelight.

Hermione didn't seem too upset, however, and remained in her seat. Ron and Harry stayed as well, but the Professor might as well have been a gigantic spider for the way Ron was shaking.

"Why do you not run Miss Granger?" Professor Rain asked curiously, his speech slightly altered by his vamped out look.

"I realized you were a vampire soon after class started, Professor." Hermione answered smugly. "It was quite obvious. And besides, you have a soul."

The Professor gaped at her, completely shocked at what she said. "You can tell I have a soul?" He asked in a slightly awed voice, his cool demeanour was faltering.

"Well…yes." Hermione said firmly, but blushing slightly.

"How curious." Professor Rain mumbled, and his face cleared, revealing the human aspects of his face. "Well Miss Granger, you are certainly displaying aspects of a very fine witch. I congratulate you." He gave Hermione a slight bow, and then said to the rest of the class, who were all lined in the back of the room, with looks of curiosity and terror.

"Please come back to your seat class." The Professor said in his usual manner. "Miss Granger has given the key to my lesson."

The class slowly came forward, then slowly took their seats once more.

"That's better." Said the Professor smiling. "Now, I am sure most of you are wondering what that was all about."

"Not really." Draco said rudely, and Rain rounded on him.

"Oh really Mr. Malfoy?" He said coldly. "Perhaps another glimpse of my true form So that you may run to the back of the room again, forgetting about your cold front? A soul gives me a conscious, but it doesn't prevent me from, hmm, giving just punishment to those who just flat out annoy me."

Draco glared, but having a vampire mad at him was not on his to do list that day.

"As I was saying." The Professor continued. "I am a vampire. Older then most of you could even fathom, over two hundred, to say the least, and yet, here I stand, an eighteen year old boy. Perhaps some of you have bothers or sisters that age. Now, I know many of you believe vampires are cold hearted and deceitful, and perhaps just plan nasty…well, your right. The vampire race is that of some of the worst demons, but it is not for our fangs or bumpy flesh that people come to hate us…no, it is because that is human nature. We, as vampires, have no conscious. We are free to act upon instinct, we rely on it, and, inevitably, mortals began to detest us for it."

The class was hanging on his every word. This man reminded them of Professor Dumbledore in so many ways, which was very possible, as was a great deal older than their headmaster was.

"Professor?" Hermione waved her hand in the air. "Professor, please forgive me if this is personal, but could you please tell us how you regained your soul? I find it absolutely fascinating."

The hansom professor smiled. "That, Miss Granger, we shall save for another day. Class, please read chapters three through seven on Vampires and their sires for next week, dismissed!"

The students exited the sunlight-free room excitedly. Not too many of them had ever even seen a vampire, only heard stories and what was passed on through stories.

"That was fantastic!" Harry exclaimed Hermione smiled.

"Yes it was." She said. "I'm just so curious now! That man has lived over two hundred years! Think of what he knows, what he has seen! It's unfathomable. I do wonder how he regained his soul."

Harry and Ron looked mildly curious. "He said he would tell us later." Harry pointed out. "True." Hermione said. "Still, could you imagine? Being that old, yet eternally young? It's amazing."

Harry and Ron were quiet, thinking about that. Then Ron said "that's a fantastic necklace Hermione."

Hermione looked at him. "That was an abrupt change in topic Ron!" But she smiled and said, "Yes, It was my Mothers. My father gave it to her when they were married, I believe, and it's and, err, very old family piece."

"You're real mother and father?" Harry asked gently.

"Yes Harry." Hermione said solemnly. "My real mother and father."

The three friends made their way to the Hogwarts grounds for Care of Magical creatures, not noticing a blonde boy leaning against the wall around the corner, very curious about their conversation.

~*~

Harry Potter made his way up the steps to the fifth year boy's dormitory. He was exhausted from Quidditch, although very pleased. His team was working seamlessly together, the chasers weaving in and out of the beaters, while he stayed high above the rest, searching for the tiny gold ball. Hermione and Ron were an excellent addiction, and contrary to what that Derrick kid thought, Harry and the rest of the team voted on them for their outstanding ability, and the fact that everyone got long great with them didn't hurt at all.

Harry stripped down to his boxers and said a quick goodnight to his housemates. After climbing into bed he drew the heavy curtains that he loved so much. It was easy to escape when you couldn't see anyone and they couldn't see you. He lied in bed for a few moments before drifting off into a not-so-peaceful sleep.

"I trust your son is making progress Lucius." A snakelike voice cut through the air like a knife.

"Yes my lord." A blonde haired man in a heavy black robe said, the back of his neck bowed and exposed to the tall figure of Voldemort. "My son has a strong suspicion about one girl, yes, all these years she had been lost, we will find her though, and she is at Hogwarts." Lucius lifted his head; "we will find the Prewitt girl very soon My Lord."

"Excellent." Voldemort hissed. "You and your son shall be vastly rewarded.

~*~

Hermione wearily stepped into the prefect common room. It was nearly midnight and she was nearly dead on her feet. After Quidditch practice she had gone to the library to study for this week's transfiguration exam. She had been lagging for about a week now, and didn't know why. When she looked in the mirror she saw chubby cheeks and a couple chins, and thick legs attached to a huge belly. Little did she see what others saw- a girl whose once- shiny and bouncy hair was now dull and limp, deep shadows under her eyes, and bones protruding from angles that just looked unnatural.

She set her bag on the couch and stretched. She couldn't wait to get to her own comfy bed. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side tonight. A shadow loomed over her, and she didn't even need to look up to know whom the shadow belonged to.

"Malfoy, I'm not in the mood, hold the remarks for tomorrow." She said irritably, just wanting to go to bed.

"I don't think I will Granger, I told you I wanted to know about what secrets your hiding, so now, do tell me where you got that necklace?"

Hermione looked up in surprise. "It's from my parents, Malfoy." She snapped, trying to sidestep him.

He blocked her and continued. "Your muggle parents, Granger?" He sneered. "I would hardly think muggles had access to fire rubies." He smirked victoriously at the wide-eyed shock in her eyes.

"Muggle can have them." She said slowly, trying to come up with something convincing. "It's been in my family for generations, they thought it was nothing but a ruby."

"So there's no magic in it?" Draco said, pulling out his wand.

Hermione backed away, not wanting him to see what secrets lie in her necklace. "There is no magic in this stone that is of any concern of yours."

He stepped a little closer, and that did it for her, it snapped something in Hermione's mind.

"Malfoy, what the hell is your problem lately?" Hermione asked, her brilliant eyes flashing dangerously. "You have been such an evil little bastard since we got back to school, even more than usual!"

Draco's own eyes narrowed. "Do not mess with matters that do not concern you." He said in a cold voice, his face revealing nothing.

"It concerns me enough, Malfoy." Hermione said firmly. "You have done everything in your power to make my life a nightmare here, you've tried to hurt me, degrade me, pretending your better than me, everything! If Hogwarts ran on computers you would find a way to get in them and screw with my grades!"

Malfoy looked confused for a moment, but it quickly passed. "I am better then you, mudblood." He told her, as though it were a fact, "You may be smart Granger, but your still filthy, still lower, and no matter what you do, that will never change, you will never be as good as me."

Tears sprung to Hermione's eyes, and Draco smirked at his small victory.

"Of course you would say that, Malfoy." Hermione said with rage in her voice. "You're nothing yourself, Draco Malfoy." Her voice was shaking, but she was too angry to care. "You'll end up worse off then I will ever be! A pawn to Lord Voldemort, a deatheaters son the Dark Lords BITCH!" She raised her voice so that she was nearly screaming

Draco advanced on her and slammed her roughly against the wall, knocking out her breath. He backhanded her, then slapped her sharply across her face. Hermione could feel the imprint of a hand start to form on her cheek.

"You know nothing about me, you mudblood bitch." He said in a calm tone, which was more frightening than he screaming a thousand profanities was. Hermione raised her head slowly, staring him straight in the eyes. Draco was taken aback by what he saw in the depths of her honey coloured eyes- he didn't see what he expected to see, fear, or at the very least, rage, but instead…what was it? Pity? And that made it all the worse.

"Your filth." He said, giving her a sharp punch in the stomach. He had released her arms for a moment- that was all she needed. She twisted her torso around and grabbed his upper arms, hurdling his head and ribcage into the wall with all the strength she could muster. He was dazed for another moment, surprised at what Hermione could do, and she took advantage of it by bringing his arm around her neck and jerked it. She then heard a sharp 'pop'-she had dislocated his shoulder. Draco swore and rounded on her, knocking her to the ground. Hermione was surprised at how strong he was, easily stronger then any of her karate instructors. His strength was almost unnatural, certainly not that of a sixteen year old boy.

Draco and Hermione's arms twisted behind her back. "Do not touch me, mudblood." He said in a deadly whisper against her ear. Hermione could feel his breath on her ear, and it sent chills up and down her spine.

"I believe that it is you, Malfoy, who is touching me." She managed to say through the pain in her arms.

"Why you-" He started punching her, "Filthy, disgraceful, you have no place here, you'll meet your end mudblood!" He hit her again and again until-

"Draco! Draco stop that! Draco have you gone insane? STOP IT!"

Hermione felt the punches stop and the weight of his body be lifted away from her, and she lifted her head slowly to her savoir-

"Chase?" She asked a bit feebly, to the head boy. Chase gave her a sympathetic smile before turning to Draco.

"Draco!" He yelled in a rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Have you completely crossed the line?"

Chase yelled a few more profanities at Draco that Hermione doubted Ron would even say. Draco was tall- at least 6'1 or 6'2, but Chase was taller, 6'5 maybe. If he were a muggle, the basketball team would be on his trail until he consented to play. Chase yelled at the younger Slytherin a couple more minutes. If Hermione hadn't been hurting so badly, it would have been enjoyable to see Draco get yelled at like that.

"Well?" Chase asked, his eyes flaring.

Draco just gave them a cocky smirk and with one quick motion, popped his shoulder back in place. "Fuck you." He said to the older Slytherin, and he walked out the door. The portrait closed with a small thump, and Hermione finally let go of all the energy she used to sustain herself. She leaned against the wall and slid down into a small form, her knees drawn up to her chest and her hands covering her eyes.

She hated Draco Malfoy for this, he had made her cry, and made her this helpless thing on the floor, and so helpless another Slytherin had to rescue her. She was also angry with herself, for letting herself cry over him.

"Hermione." Chase said softly. "Hermione don't cry, its only Draco Malfoy."

Hermione took a deep breath as a new wave of tears invaded her eyes. Chase knelt down beside her and pulled her close. She buried her head into his chest, a feeling of hopelessness overcoming her.

"I don't know why I let him get to me just now." She said miserably. "He never, well, he's never been this horrible, ever, he's always been a prick, but he's never, he's never hit me, b-before." She kept her face hidden in his robes, not wanting to show the bruised that where undoubtly forming.

"Don't worry Hermione." Chase said firmly. "I will inform Dumbledore of this at once.  Draco Malfoy will be out of here faster then you can say Quidditch."

"Don't do it Chase." Hermione said in a soft whisper. "Please don't turn him in."

Chase looked shocked and pulled her away from him to look her in the eyes. "Why not?" He asked in a confused voice. "After what just happened? Don't you think he deserves it? Don't you think he deserves a lot more? Aren't you frightened Hermione?"

Maybe it was just the tenseness of the moment, but Hermione smiled. "Me Afraid of Draco Malfoy?" She said. "I have seen a lot worse then Draco Malfoy, Chase. Remember who my friends are Voldemort and dark beings are an annual occurrence."

"Ah yes." Chase returned her smile. "But you do know Draco isn't the young boy you have grown to know, don't you Hermione?" His voice was insistent, as though trying to make it perfectly clear to Hermione that this guy was not one to mess around with.

"Not the same boy I knew?" Hermione asked, confused.

"He's not." Chase answered. "Draco did a lot of growing up this summer, Hermione. Please don't ask me to tell you anymore, but Draco Malfoy is no longer a child. Far from it, actually. Please, let me tell Dumbledore, you'll never have to see him again."

Hermione firmly shook her head. "I can't Chase." She said. "I don't know what it is, but I cant. Its like a voice inside of me is screaming, telling me not to. Besides, what good would it do? Lucius Malfoy would step in before Dumbledore could expel him, and then I would have a greater enemy then before." She sighed. "You should know as well as anyone Chase, what Draco Malfoy wants, he gets. I'd sooner be dead than keeping out of Malfoy's sight if he wanted to see me.

She stared pointedly at him, and finally he sighed. "All right." He said. "But at least let me fix you up a bit." She nodded and he stood up, and offered her his hand.

"You're so light." He commented. She merely shrugged. Chase said a few words over Hermione's cuts and bruises and soon Hermione felt much better, besides a little sore.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Chase asked. "You really do look thin, tired too."

"I'm fine." Hermione said, feeling a little irritated.

"Well." Chase said, "I do believe there's a dinner downstairs waiting for us." He extended his arm in the old fashioned polite way and Hermione giggled and took it.

"Thank you, Chase, I probably would have been much worse off if you hadn't shown up when you did." Hermione said truthfully, half wondering what would have become of her if it weren't for Chase's impeccable timing.

"It was nothing." Chase said with a slight blush. "Its what any decent person would have done." He grinned cheekily and lead her out of the common room and down to the Great Hall, laughing like old friends.

~

That night Hermione laid up in her room, recapping on the day's events. Certainly it had been one of the worst of Hermione's life, but at least one thing turned out right, she had made a friend in Chase Jones, a Slytherin. He had helped her, probably saved her a lot of pain. A lot of pain Draco Malfoy would have caused.

Hermione turned to her table and opened the drawer, pulling out a handsome leather journal. Hermione liked this journal a lot, it had her name engraved in the front in gold lettering, and she had put a spell one if so that she would never run out of pages. She opened the book and flipped through its pages. Old poetry and drawings flashed before her. She received this journal the day she left her home for Hogwarts, and wrote in it every night since. There was a picture of the troll that had attacked her in their first year, a portrait of Ron and Harry playing chess, her dress she wore for the Yule ball…so many things. Hermione turned to a blank page and started to write.

You're so cold

Where's your heart?

Made of stone

So cold

Your veins course with ice

Vengeance is nothing but need

So heartless, so frozen

Do you have to power to bleed?

You're frozen

So frozen

When you heart's not open

Don't you feel?

Can't you see?

You're not what you're meant to be

Can't you touch?

Can't you taste?

Life is so much more than a race

You're just a child

Nothing but a boy

Not deserving what lies ahead

The Dark Lords toy

Feel it

See it

Smell it

Taste it

The world is magical

But only if you let it

She paused for a moment, and decided to let the poem leave off there. Writing was the best way to let out emotion, in Hermione's opinion. She loved twisting and playing with words, just as she loved to read them. She wrote about whatever was on her mind, and of course, tonight Draco Malfoy had that honour.

She set the book back into its drawer and blew out the candle, settling into yet another dream of children, playing in a grassy meadow.

~*~

The day after Hermione's confrontation with Draco, Harry noticed the peculiar mood Hermione was in. "Are you ok Mione?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"What Harry?" She asked, coming out of her daze. "Oh, I'm fine, jus a bit nervous; I have to present Dumbledore with the Halloween ball plans.

Harry nodded sympathetically. "Malfoy didn't help, did he?" He asked.

Hermione shook her head, and then gave a small laugh. "I didn't expect him to anyhow; I'm just smart like that."

Ron and Harry laughed with her. Hermione felt good to be laughing again, even though her ribs were still a little sore. He had opted to not tell Harry and Ron about her fight with Malfoy, as they would probably end up getting expelled for trying to kill him.

Hermione dazed out again, thinking about the ball. She didn't have a date, but more importantly, she wondered what it would be like if she never came to Hogwarts, then she remembered a promise to a friend from a long, long time ago.

"Hermione…" She heard he name being called then a couple sharp snaps of someone's fingers. "Hermione! What's wrong?"

Ron was staring at her from across the table, concern all over his face.

"Oh, nothing Ron." Hermione answered, embarrassed to be caught day dreaming.

"Come on Mione, you don't usually zone out like that." Harry added, and Ron nodded his head furiously.

Hermione sighed and decided she should explain a little of her history to her friends. "I'm sorry guys; I just haven't been feeling like myself lately. Seeing my old friends like that- it was amazing! Jared and I were the best of friends before I found out I was a witch, just like you guys are to me, but Jared, he lived near me, and I have known him since I was two or something. We played together and took naps together and ate lunch together, just about everything. I met Jess and Lauren when I was a little older, so I always considered Jared my first friend.

We also always made silly little promises, but there was one we both remember. We couldn't have been more then nine years old and we were sitting on swings in the playground by my house. We made a promise to each other that we would go to our prom- that's like a spring ball Ron, together. But after I became a witch, Jared and I lost touch, and seeing him again just bombarded me with all the memories, and the realization that I can't keep my promise. Here I am planning a prom for Hogwarts pretty much, and I can't fulfill my promise to one of my dearest friends.

It was so fantastic to be with all my friends for a day, because it reminded me that "I'm not just a Prewitt or a Granger, I'm Hermione, a witch but a background in the muggle world."

She smiled faintly after explaining her feelings to her friends. IT felt good to let go of them, as if all those emotions were a breath of air she had been holding for a long, long time. "I think I'll head to the library now." She finally said.

Harry nodded, and then Ron said, "Hey Mione, could I watch the V.T. in your room?"

Hermione laughed. "That's T.V. Ron, and sure, the password is Draco Dormiens." She then turned and left, leaving Harry to give a very strange look at Ron.

"Harry." Ron asked, a plan fully formed in his mind."

"What Ron?" Answered Harry.

"Do you know how to use a cell phone?"

Harry looked at him strangely again. "Hermione's you mean?" He asked. Ron nodded, then said.

"But first we need to talk to Dumbledore."