A/N: I apologise. I came back to school and I have no time right now. I'm uploading two chapters at once, but to be honest, I don't know when will the next ones come. Forgive me. I'm just really engrossed with schoolwork right now. Thanks for the comments and to my beta for everything.

Chapter XIII

Harry was brushing his teeth and readying himself for the bed when he heard something scratching on the window of his house in Del Rio, Texas, USA. He knew that it wasn't the best of places in the world, but it was secluded and quiet and he appreciated that. He became a quite well known quidditch star over the years. It was a huge success considering that no one really liked quidditch in the US, they had their own sports that Harry wasn't really interested in. He walked to the window trying to think on any possible reason someone could've had to write him. He let the owl in and untied the letter from its claw.

Dear Harry,

I know Ginny had kept contact with you over the years, but I do not know whether she did or did not mention the current state of Hermione's and Ron's affairs. I can't really tell you the whole story in the letter, but I want you to know that there is a reason to believe that Ron wanted to kill Hermione. She is now in St. Mungo's. She fell into a coma. The healers are not saying anything constructive, but I think that being around people who care for her might speed up the process of her recovery. It's just my opinion, but I think you should come and see her.

Yours sincerely,

George Weasley

Harry raised his eyebrows at the letter. He had no idea what was going on back in Britain. Yes, Ginny did write him letters but she hadn't written anything about Ron or Hermione for the last two months. He didn't even ask because he thought they were still happily married. How wrong he had been! He should've suspected something when Hermione herself stopped writing to him two months ago. He should've connected the facts. He suddenly felt very guilty for not taking proper care of her. He couldn't believe that Ron of all people would do something like that.

He quickly packed some of his things and apparated near the nearest airport. He might have been a wizard, but flooing still wasn't his favourite method of travel, apparating to Europe was out of question and flying the broom sounded very stupid, even to him. He quickly got of the taxi and ran as fast as he could to the nearest ticket desk. He took a few deep breaths.

"How may I be of any service sir?"

"Good evening Madam, I REALLY need to go to London, right now" The woman looked at him surprised.

"Mr..."

"Potter"

"Mr. Potter, we don't fly to London. Nor to any city in Europe." Harry's face fell.

"What do you mean? I flew here from London 5 years ago!"

"Well, that was five years ago. Only one plane if I remember correctly. Full of weird, English people"

"What do you mean by weird, English people?

"They way they were dressed was quite hilarious." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. How can I fly to London then?" He remembered now that the flight five years ago was only for his quidditch team and some other wizards visiting US. He just didn't know then that it was the only flight ever.

"Well we can book you a ticket to New York for tomorrow, and then you could try to go from there. Is that all right with you, sir?" Harry sighed. This is pointless.

"You know what? Forget it." He took his backpack, went to the toilet and apparated out of the airport making sure that no one saw him.

This is for you Hermione. He thought as he threw a fistful of floo powder into the fireplace at the international flooing station.

"Look, mum... I know I should've told you... I am sorry but hey! Look at your reaction I had a right reason to keep it away from you... I really am sorry, but she had nowhere to go and I just didn't feel okay living alone, so..."

"What do you mean living alone?" Molly's sharp tone almost split George in half. He shuddered and looked at Fred who gave him a resigned nod.

"Well... I guess that since they're married and all, I can tell you that Fred moved in with Angie about two months ago, the same time Hermione broke up with Ron. But don't be angry at him mum! We have better things to worry about now. For example – how the hell did my brother became a killer? I seriously can't believe it, even now, even with a proof." He took his head into his hands and rubbed his forehead. His mother hugged him and refrained from scolding the twins for their indecent behaviour. She couldn't believe Ron to be a killer either. She could imagine him cheating – he always was a little... frivolous, but he couldn't kill with a cold blood, she knew that.

Draco watched the scene that was playing before them and felt a little guilty for being actually happy to have a reason to put Weasley behind the bars. His family was evidently very disturbed by the news. He went over the information he had in his head and sighed... Everything fit so perfectly except... Except he couldn't imagine Weasley as a murderer either. Something was off, but he just couldn't put his hand on it yet. He was just about to say Goodbye to Weasley and leave when he heard a loud pop behind him. He turned slowly.

"I apologise for being late. Now can someone please tell me what the hell is going on"

"Potter."

"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here?" Potter was so shocked to see him there that his glasses almost fell off his face.

"I am standing if you didn't notice, Scarface" He smirked and brushed his sleek platinum hair off his forehead. Potter's hair still looked like a very old mop he noted with a slight glee. Oh Merlin, all it takes is seeing Potter after six years of absence and I'm back to Hogwarts again. Harry raised his eyebrow at him and decided not to comment on his childish behaviour. Draco's face fell.

"Whatever." Harry passed him and went over to the Weasleys. He ignored me! He fucking IGNORED me! ME! Who the FUCK does he think he is?!

"Potter." Harry turned and waited. Malfoy was visibly angry. "It's not over yet, Potter" And with that he disapparated with a crack. Harry just smirked into the now empty hall and turned to face the redheaded family. Ginny looked stunned.

"My, my, Harry. You've certainly grown up." She closed the space between them and enveloped him in a sisterly hug.

"You too, Ginny. You look very beautiful indeed." He grinned at her.

"Are you trying to hit on me Mr. Potter?" Harry chuckled quietly.

"You know I wouldn't." Oh she knew...

"Err... So, how is Brian?"

"I don't really want to talk about it. Besides, there's a more important matter to talk about. Tell me, what happened exactly?" And so she did. She told him everything she knew. Harry's face was becoming angrier every time Ginny added even more detail to the story.

"I can't believe he cheated on her! She was his best friend for 7 years and then his wife for 5!" Ginny looked at him surprised.

"And the fact that he tried to kill her doesn't shock you?" Harry snorted.

"You don't really believe that, do you? He's not a killer. He's your brother and you know he's not."

"Well... I have to say that it was hard to believe at first but the pictures... Pictures can't lie can they?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

"No, theoretically they can't."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't really tell right now, it's just an idea. So, you're saying that Malfoy's Hermione's lawyer. I think I'll have to talk to him about it..." He felt silent and looked as if he was having a conversation with himself in his head. His quiet moment was disturbed by the sudden commotion in the hall. Three Healers flew past them and ran upstairs.

George was so devastated that he didn't even notice anything that was going around him. He didn't look up until he felt a slight breeze on his face caused by three Healers running through the hall. Only then did he notice that Harry was present and Malfoy was gone. He suddenly felt something weird in the pit of his stomach. Then it occurred to him.

"Hermione!" He shot into the air and ran after the Healers. He didn't care whether his family would follow him or not, which they did, he just ran.

Hermione was dancing. She was on a very green meadow in the middle of a very green forest. She was accompanied with sparkling fairies and a huge talking bear. She was just performing one of the most popular moves of the Hula dance when suddenly a weird thought struck her. I have to tell George about this wonderful place! Aww... She pursed her lips...Wait... Who the hell is George? She tried to remember very hard but no one by the name of George was stored within her memory. Actually, when she thought about it... She didn't know anything but this heavenly place. She looked around and faced the bear. He smiled at her, she smiled back and felt her hands and legs move into the rhythm of the Hawaiian tune again. Whatever...

"What is it?! Tell me! What just happened?!" George was shouting at the same healer who was writing notes in her notebook earlier. She gulped and forced herself to say something, afraid that this man was going to actually force her to talk.

"We... We thought she was waking up..." She stammered.

"You thought? What is that supposed to mean?" The witch regained her composure and spoke with a much stronger voice.

"Her lips moved... Normally when patient is in a coma they don't. But it was a false alarm. They moved and then became still again. I am sorry" She turned and walked away. George walked into the room Hermione was in. He looked at her peaceful face and his heart brimmed over with anguish.

"Come back to me..." He whispered.

She twirled and twirled and suddenly her feet moved her into the direction of the trees. She laughed and started running to them when she heard.

"Come back to me..." She turned around and saw the bear. It was smiling at her. "Come back to me, the woods are dangerous." He opened his arms and she found herself laughing again. She nodded and run to the bear to become enveloped in his warm hug. She smiled against his fur. The fairies laughed and started to dance around them and Hermione joined them in their joy.

The thought about going to the woods long forgotten.

George sighed. His family had gone home sometime ago and Harry said something about talking to Malfoy before he took off. George didn't really pay attention, his mind was too focused on Hermione for that. He rubbed his temples and slowly became engulfed by sleepiness. His head hit the Hermione's bed and he closed his eyes, too tired to care if somebody saw him.

Draco Malfoy looked at Potter and shook his head with resignation.

"As much as it pains me to admit it, I think that there might be a... slight possibility that there's a... very small chance that what you just said... might, I say might, actually be true."

End of Chapter XIII