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~Chapter 11~

"Hey, Kurt," Hermione said, walking up to the boy at his locker, a few days later.

"Oh, hey, Hermione," he replied distractedly.

"I know how you feel right now, but I have an idea of something that could help," she told him with a small smile before grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the auditorium.

That afternoon, Kurt stood in front of his fellow singers and faced their teacher.

"Mr. Schue, if I may. I wanted to thank everyone for your kind emails and inquiries about my dad, but for your information, his condition remains the same. I need to express myself, so with your permission, Mr. Schue, Hermione and I have prepared a number for the occasion."

"Of course, Kurt." The choir director moved aside and sat down amongst his students. Hermione gave her friend a reassuring smile before walking up to the piano and sitting down.

"On the day of my mom's funeral, when they were lowering her body into the ground, I was crying. I mean, that was it. It was the last time I was ever going to see her. And I remembered looking up to my dad and I just wanted him to say something, just say something to make me feel like my whole world wasn't over. And he just took my hand and squeezed and just knowing that those hands were there to take care of me, that was enough. This is for my dad." Hermione began playing as Kurt opened his mouth to sing The Beatles' classic, I Want to Hold Your Hand. As he sang, tears filled the eyes of almost every person's eyes. Once he hit the last note, the boy wiped away a few tears and gave Hermione a hug.

On Monday of the following week, after Finn performed Losing My Religion, Hermione stepped in front of her peers.

"Thanks to a certain someone, you all know about my parents' deaths that occurred shortly before I got here. And, after seeing the courage Kurt has been showing this past week and especially on Friday, I, um, decided to prepare something for today. Not that many people in this room have seen me perform something like this, so please don't judge too harshly. I guess this is for everyone I've lost over the past couple of years." She sat in front of the piano and began playing the first couple of notes before she started singing.

"I need a sign to let me know you're here.
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere.
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup.

"When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head,
When you can feel the world shake from the words that are said.

"And I'm calling all angels.
And I'm calling all you angels.

"I won't give up, if you don't give up.
I won't give up, if you don't give up.
I won't give up, if you don't give up.
I won't give up, if you don't give up."

As the British girl sang, Santana was unable to look away from the beautiful brunette at the piano; she was singing with such emotion, that the Latina's heart began to flutter ever-so-slightly.

"I need a sign to let me know you're here
'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear.
I want a reason for the way things have to be.
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me.

"And I'm calling all angels,
And I'm calling all you angels.

"When children have to play inside so they don't disappear.
While private eyes solve marriage lies' cause we don't talk for years.
And football teams are kissing queens
and losing sight of having dreams.
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it's ours.

"And I'm calling all angels,
I'm calling all you angels.
And I'm calling all angels,
I'm calling all you angels.
Calling all you angels."

Once she played the last note, the entire class, except for the girl with deep brown eyes and the girl with beautiful hazel eyes, moved to the piano in order to comfort the girl.

"That was great, Hermione," Puck murmured before giving her a hug.

"Thanks," she answered softly, returning the embrace.

"I'm really sorry about butting into your business," Rachel told her genuinely.

"It's alright," Hermione replied with a small smile. The rest of the group hugged her and patted her on the back, while spreading words of encouragement, but Hermione's gaze was focused on the two girls sitting down. Soon, class was dismissed and only the three girls remained. Quinn took this as her chance to talk to the wavy-haired brunette.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you the other day. After everything you've been through, I can understand why you've lost faith in God. I did mean what I said when you spent the night a couple weeks ago. If you ever need to talk, I'm always here for you."

"It's ok, Q. You had no idea about my past. And thank you, you don't know how much that means to me," she replied honestly, while hugging the girl and kissing her on the cheek again. The blonde blushed and walked out the door, leaving only Santana and Hermione behind.

"Well, what'd you think?" The British girl asked the Cheerio shyly. Santana stood up and walked in front of the other girl and simply stared at her before wrapping her arms around her. As soon as their bodies touched, a spark was felt between them. Hermione froze for a second, before returning the girl's hug. They embraced, silently, for several moments until Santana pulled apart.

"You were amazing," she told her honestly.

"Thanks," the other girl replied with a blush, looking at the clock. "Oh, I guess you've gotta get to Cheerios practice, don't you?"

"Yes," she answered with a frown. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course you will, love," the older girl stated matter-of-factly before grinning at the Latina and exiting the choir room.

"What is happening to you, Lopez?" The raven-haired cheerleader mumbled to herself.

That evening, Will walked up to his niece who was working on her homework.

"Sweetheart, can we talk?"

"If it's about that Spanish assignment, I'll get it to you fir—"

"Not about that, Mia," the curly-haired man murmured sadly.

"Oh, well then, what's up?"

"Rachel showed me the article she found."

"Ok…"

"Why didn't I know that you had been kidnapped?"

"Oh. Um, I don't know how Muggle journalists found out about that," she sighed before continuing. "My best friends and I were searching for these things to defeat this really dark wizard and one day, we got separated and I ended up getting kidnapped and taken to their headquarters. One of the people who attacked my house a few weeks ago was the main person who tortured me…"

"Mia…"

"I never cracked underneath the pressure, but boy, did they try. I have so many scars from the three or four weeks I was there. I kinda lost track of the time." The young witch paused. "I guess the most noticeable one is this one," Hermione informed him. She pulled up her sleeve and waved her wand over her arm, slowly a word appeared.

"What's a 'Mudblood'?" He inquired as tears filled his eyes.

"It's a derogatory word for wizards and witches who come from Muggle parents. It never really bothered me that much, but the pureblood wizards used it every chance they got. Thankfully, I can use a glamor charm to hide it and the other ones that are visible." The hazel-eyed man stared at her in shock for a few seconds before quietly asking his next question.

"What are your nightmares about?"

"The night my parents were killed, the final battle, my time with the enemy. All of them have that deranged woman in them though," the brunette muttered gloomily.

"She doesn't sound like a very pleasant person…"

"Yeah, she's so bloody insane," Hermione chuckled humorlessly. "Can we stop talking about this for now?"

"Sure, honey. By the way, your performance today was incredibly moving. You definitely got the lesson this week."

"Thanks, Will," she responded with a genuine smile before wrapping her arms around her uncle.