Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or else I wouldn't be writing here.

Sorry for making you wait so long, I had a lot of things to do recently, exams, homeworks, events, more homework…Hopefully, I'll return to my publishing rhythm soon.

He was slowly losing his mind. He was desesperate, he had to see her, he had to help her. But how? Everyone had lost their hopes in her already, she was gone now. As soon as she entered that bloody institution, they had all automatically considered her a lost cause. But he wasn't like everybody else, he had never been, he would never be. He wasn't going to give up that easily, he would fight with everything he had. He hadn't become the saviour of the world by giving up, had he? He just had to find a way.

Of course, she had always been there to help him. She was his rock to support him whenever he needed it. She had never left him, and now he would return the favor. Obviously, it would be more difficult because he didn't have her there to help him, he now had to put that brain of his to work harder than it ever had, just to be able to compensate the lack of Hermione's logic.

Because of this train of thoughts, he found himself heading towards the headmistress's (?) office. When he finally got there, he gave the gargoyle the password, which had been given to the entire school at the beginning of the term in case someone needed to see her. As he climbed up the stairs, he was thinking of how he could convince the headmistress to let him go visit his friend. He finally got to the top and knocked the door. He heard a "Come in" and entered the office.

"Good day, Mister Potter, how can I help you?"

"I want to see her"

"Excuse me?"

"Hermione, I want to see her"

She sighed, "I'm afraid that won't be possible, visits are not allowed in St. Heathsburg"

"But Profesor…"

"Look, I now this is hard for you, Harry" she said in a soft, even a bit motherly voice, "But you have to learn how to cope with it. You were not the only one who lost a friend that day. There are many people who cared about her, including me, but sending her there was the best option we had. She needs help, and we're not able to provide it to her. I know you feel betrayed, but believe me, it was only for the best."

He felt outraged! How could she say she knew how he felt?! How dare she proclaim she cared, when she sent her to the only place where she could get worse?! He could barely hold his anger right now, so, he chose his following response as carefully as he could. After all, he wouldn't get the headmistress's favor if he let his emotions take full control of him and explode into a tirade of how unfair this situation was and how rash were the actions she took.

"With all due respect, Profesor, you have NO idea of what I'm going through, knowing my best friend is in grave danger, and instead of getting help she was sent to the worst madhouse, which she'll never leave. Did you know that the people that go in there only come out dead? That they never get any better? That if they don't have any sort of mental problem, they are given one? Did you?"

"These are just rumours, St. Heathsburg is the best mental institution in the magical world"

"These are facts, stadistics. This is stated in books! And while we're here, with you refusing to see the truth, Hermione is locked, getting worse with each passing second"

The headmistress seemed to be pondering about what he had just told her, gazing into nowhere. "Alright" she said after a while, "I'll see what I can do to get you there".

"Good", he turned to leave.

"Oh, and Mister Potter", he turned back to look at her, "I don't care what you have to do, but help her"

I will.