Sorry it took so long to get the chapter up. It is very long and was quite difficult to write. Hope you enjoy. Please review.

Chapter 6:

Hermione was stunned, staring at the darkness in front of her. What had just happened? She heard Ron's voice and snapped out of her dazed confusion. "Is she dead?" Ron questioned, looking absolutely panicked.

Hermione made a few unintelligible sounds in response. She wasn't really sure? Had she just watched herself die? No that didn't make sense, if she were dead-

"If she had died we would never have gotten the memories," Draco said, exactly what Hermione had been thinking.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Exactly, also the memories would have ended. We would be back in the interrogation room. I think this darkness is a memory." As she said it, blurry color began to appear in front of them.

Hermione sighed in slight relief. She definitely wasn't dead.

Memory Hermione opened her eyes and looked around. The memory in front of them showed Ginny's old room at the Burrow. Hermione was lying in the bed wrapped in numerous bandages. Memory Draco sat at her bedside with his head rested on the bed. Visiting Hermione could see he was wearing the same blood stained shirt he had been wearing before. That was her blood, Hermione thought. That sent a shiver up her spine.

Memory Draco's head shot off the bed when Memory Hermione shifted her body around. She tried to open her mouth to speak but she began coughing. "Water," she choked out.

Memory Draco stood from the chair he had been sitting in and quickly made his way across the room, where there was a pitcher of water. He poured her a glass and walked it back to the bed in three quick strides.

She graciously accepted the water and quickly downed it as he returned to his seat. "How are you feeling?" he asked, seeming mildly uncomfortable now that she was awake.

Visiting Hermione stared at him in awe. He was being so kind to her memory self. She had never thought she'd see a friendship between Malfoy and herself. She looked at the man next to her. Could they really be friends?

"My head hurts a bit," Memory Hermione said, after taking a sip of the water he had gotten her. He took the cup from her hands and put it on the table next to the bed.

"Well you have a bit of a concussion," Memory Malfoy said. "I have to go talk to Potter about what happened," he said standing from his seat.

Memory Hermione nodded as he began to leave. "Wait, Draco," she said stopping him. He turned to look at her. "Thank you."

He nodded at her and then smiled, although it was less of a smile, and more of a simple acknowledgement of her thanks.

The memory began to change again.

When the memory returned visiting Hermione recognized many of her friends standing in the kitchen of Grimmauld place. They were all chatting, Hermione would have thought it were a party had they not all looked as if they had a purpose. Harry stood at the head of the table, Ginny sat to his right and Ron sat next to her.

Memory Hermione sat across from Ginny with her arm in a sling and a fading bruise beneath her eye. Visiting Hermione also noticed the scar she had seen in the picture was just now beginning to heal.

Malfoy sat on the right side of Memory Hermione, across from Ron, with his elbow resting on the armrest, and his chin resting in his hand. He had a fading bruise on his jaw, from their attack.

"I think this is a couple of weeks later," visiting Hermione said.

"If it were a couple of weeks, wouldn't she be healed?" Ron questioned.

"No," Draco said, and Hermione finished his thought.

"Me- her, and Draco, haven't left the house since the attack," Hermione said. "I think they're beinging kept under the protection of Grimmauld Place, so they can't go to St. Mungo's for proper treatment. All they have is their own healing abilities and whatever they have in the house."

Malfoy nodded in agreement with her. "You probably believed it would be safer for both of them if they stayed under house arrest," Malfoy said to Harry.

Harry nodded. "So if I'm trying to protect them, then this must be-"

"The Order," Hermione and Ron both interrupted.

Hermione continued, "You restarted the Order of The Phoenix." That was something she was hoping she wouldn't have seen. They had all hoped the Order was done for good, that they wouldn't need it again.

Memory Harry began to speak. "Quiet down everyone. I've called this meeting to discuss what could possibly be going on."

Everyone quieted down and turned their full attention to Harry. "Oh shove off, Potter," Memory Malfoy said, standing up. He looked oddly casual, wearing a muggle tee-shirt and jeans. "We all know exactly what's happening. Say it. Come on. Death Eaters."

Hermione could feel the three boys tense up next to her. SHe felt her own chest tighten as well. She had been hoping, praying, that they were done with the Death Eaters.

"Of course you would know," Memory Ron angrily muttered. Memory Draco shot out of his seat. Present Hermione could feel the tensions rising in the memory. The surrounding air felt thick and hard to breathe in.

"What's happening?" Harry said, in reference to the thick air.

"I think-I think she's panicking. She doesn't want them to fight," Hermione guessed, but the worried expression on Memory Hermione's face confirmed that.

At this point Memory Draco was yelling at Ron. "What the fuck do you mean by that, Weasley," he shouted. Visiting Hermione flinched along with her memory counterpart, at Malfoy's furious tone.

"I mean," Ron was standing now too. "Your one of them you fucking snake!"

Memory Draco scoffed. "Like I haven't given you enough fucking proof that I'm not with them. I've been attacked numerous fucking times-"

"Draco," Memory Hermione said quietly, seemingly attempting to calm him down.

He ignored her. "Trust me, if I would much prefer to not spend every fucking day fearing for my life."

In the past Draco Malfoy had threatened her and verbally attacked her, but Hermione had never been as afraid of him as she was right then, watching the memory. His usually pale face was red with fury. The veins and tendons in his neck were popping out, and his muscles were so tense she could see them through his shirt.

Ron looked frightening as well. His face was flushed too, his nostrils were flared and his chest rose with every breath he took.

"And not to fucking mention, that I saved her life." And that seemed to be when Ron broke. He reached across the table and took a swing at Memory Draco. Draco leaped back at him, shouting profanity. Memory Hermione now stood, pulling on Draco's bicep, trying to get him to back off. He had blood pouring out of his nose, but seemed to be ignoring it.

Memory Ginny was now standing and trying to pull Iron away. Harry moved to help her.

"Both of you knock it off!" Harry shouted. Memory Hermione seemed to have convinced Draco to back off at this point.

He was staring down at her and she had a hand on his chest pushing him further away from Ron. "Sit down," she said quietly, but very stern. He did as she said.

Memory Harry shoved Ron back into his seat and took a deep breath. "You two need to not kill each other for this to work."

Both men still glared at each other, but didn't say anything else.

Harry huffed. "Hermione, go over what we know."

Hermione returned to her seat, still looking between Memory Draco and Ron. "Well," she started. "We know that it's death eaters." She looked at Memory Draco and continued talking. "We know that they're targeting Malfoy. We know that they targeted both Malfoy and myself. We know that Lucius Malfoy was broken out of Azkaban before the attack, and we know that this all has something to do with Rodolphus Lestrange."

With that the memory began to fade away.

Visiting Hermione heard Harry angrily sigh next to her and then mumble, "We already knew all that."

When the memory reappeared they were standing in a dark room. Memory Hermione jolted into an upright position in the bed she had been sleeping in. In the distance there was crashing and screaming.

She leapt out of bed, grabbed her wand and ran down the stairs. The three visitors chased her all the way to the kitchen. As they got closer the yelling got louder and visiting Hermione could pick it out as a male's voice.

It wasn't until they stood right outside the kitchen that Visiting Hermione and her Memory self realized it was Draco's voice.

They entered the kitchen as a plate hit the wall right next to Memory Hermione's head. Draco had thrown it.

Visiting Hermione examined the distraught man. His face was red and blotchy, and she was sure she saw tears, but he looked furious. The thought of what could have made him this upset made her throat tighten.

Harry and Ron stood near the fireplace. Harry wore his protective cloak, which all Aurors were made to wear, and Ron wore his MLE officer robes. They had obviously just returned from a job. Both men looked remorseful. Harry looked slightly pained and Ron seemed to be upset as well.

Memory Hermione made her way further into the room but the three visitors remained at the door.

Visiting Hermione finally caught some of what Memory Draco was screaming about. "You said she'd be safe!" He screamed, throwing another bowl. "You said there was no way they'd go after her! That nothing would happen!" Two more dishes.

"Malfoy, I'm sor-"

"No fuck you Potter! You said she'd be fine!" This time he threw a wine glass. A shard of the glass cut Memory Hermione's leg but she ignored it and kept watching the ruined man in front of her.

"I know, Malfoy, I didn't mean-"

"No fuck you! You told me not to worry and now she's dead!" Another plate was shattered.

Now it was Harry's turn to throw something.

"I'M SORRY OKAY. I'm fucking sorry."

Malfoy screamed again. Memory Hermione seemed to realize it a few seconds earlier than her visiting self did, but as Memory Hermione was moving toward Draco she got it.

Narcissa Malfoy was dead.

Visiting Draco seemed to realize this too because he turned his head away from the scene in front of him. Hermione felt the urge to reach out and touch him, she felt that she should comfort him, but she didn't, she just kept watching his future self crumple in front of them.

Memory Hermione kept walking forward until she stood in front of the distressed, screaming man. She grabbed tightly onto his arms as he threw another plate, but he continued to flail and scream, accidentally hitting her in the face. She simply ignored it and continued to hold onto him, but visiting Draco noticed, and winced.

Memory Hermione began to yell at Draco. "Malfoy stop!"

He screamed something unintelligible at her. He was having a psychotic break.

"Malfoy! Draco stop! STOP!" She now had her hands firmly on either side of his face.

He looked directly at her and his rage reduced to tears, and he began to collapse. She fell with him and continued to hold him while he silently cried for his dead mother.

As the memory began to fade, visiting Hermione felt a tear slip down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away and took a deep breath.

When the memory returned, it seemed like there was a party going on. The visitors now stood in the sitting room of Grimmauld Place, along with many members of the Order.

They were all laughing and having fun. Visiting Hermione noticed that Memory Draco was sitting on the couch drinking firewhiskey. He wore a white button up and dark wash jeans. He looked relatively comfortable. There was no sign of the distraught man of the last memory. She also noticed herself in the corner of the room smiling and talking to Hannah Abbot and Neville.

Visiting Hermione walked over to the little crowd. She smiled. "Neville and Hannah are engaged."

Visiting Ron and Harry seemed happy for their friend.

"Good for Longbottom," Visiting Malfoy said. He didn't seem particularly happy or upset, he simply stated it.

Memory Hermione walked away from the little crowd and over to the couch where Draco sat. "It's almost midnight," she said.

"That it is," he stated, taking another sip of his drink.

She sat next to him with a sigh. "Come on, Draco, enjoy yourself."

"I am enjoying myself, Hermione," he said looking at her.

Visiting Hermione was genuinely surprised at his use of her first name. Yes she had heard him use it before in earlier memories, but this was different. It wasn't intentional or forced, it wasn't in a panic, with her on the brink of death, it was just what he called her. Now to him, it was just her name.

"Well then-" Memory Hermione was interrupted by shouting. Both her and Draco shot off the couch, wands already out and headed in the direction of the yelling. They pushed their way through the crowd and out into the hallway. There they bumped into Harry.

"Harry, what was that," Memory Hermione asked.

"I don't know-" as he said it Ron could be heard from the kitchen yelling his name.

Memory Harry, Hermione, and Draco rushed off to the kitchen, their visiting counterparts and most of the Order, following them.

They burst into the kitchen. A circle of people had formed around a lynx patronus, that was continuously repeating a message.

"Harry it's Kingsley," Ron said.

"What'd he say?"

The patronus answered the question before Ron could. "They are attacking Muggle London."

"They?" Visiting Ron asked. "Who's they?"

"Death Eaters," visiting Malfoy answered.

"Shit," Memory Harry said, heading out into the hall and over to the coat closet.

"Harry," Memory Hermione said, chasing after him. "Let me go with you."

"No Hermione," He said sternly, taking his protective coat out of the closet and grabbing Ron's as well.

"Come on Harry-"

"Hermione. No."

"But Harry-"

"He said no, Hermione," Memory Draco said, stepping in front of her, keeping her from following Harry closer to the floo.

"You want to go as much as I do," Hermione hissed at Draco.

"We're not leaving, Hermione."

"Don't you want to help?" Her voice was raising. She was clearly trying to get a rise out of him, Visiting Hermione noticed. They seemed to have become quite friendly in their time at Grimmauld Place.

Draco kept his voice level. "I'd rather us not both die."

Memory Hermione attempted to push past Draco and go over to Harry.

Visiting Draco snorted. "She's intentionally trying to piss him off."

VIsiting Hermione looked at him. "What do you mean?"

Visiting Draco smirked. "You wouldn't know it, but the things she's doing and the way she's acting are things that will piss me-him off. She's doing it on purpose. She knows I-he doesn't like it."

Hermione looked at the memory. He was right. She would never act like that without some reason.

"Would you believe it Granger?" Visiting Draco asked.

Hermione looked at him. "Believe what?"

He smirked. "It looks like we're friends."

Memory Harry pulled back their attention. He was speaking to the whole Order now. "I just received word that Muggle London is under attack. I am going to help as much as I can. No one is expected to follow."

People seemed to ignore that last part and began to gather their wands and cloaks to head off to fight. A child's laugh could be heard somewhere in the room. Memory Harry's eyes filled with sorrow. It was Teddy's laugh.

Harry went over to Molly. "Will you keep an eye on Teddy?"

"Of course dear."

Everyone began to line up at the floo. "We're going to floo to the Leaky Cauldron and apparate from there," Harry explained.

One by one they began to leave: George, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Arthur, Blaise Zabini, Dean, Seamus, Pansy Parkinson, Luna, Lee Jordan, Angelina, Katie Bell, Neville, Ginny, Ron, and finally Harry. And then the house was quiet.

"I didn't even notice that half those people were in the Order until now," visiting Hermione said.

"Yeah, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson?" Ron questioned.

"They're good friends of mine," Draco defended.

"They probably joined after Pansy was attacked," Harry reasoned.

The memory blurred and began to skip forward. Memory Hermione and Draco now sat on the couch in the sitting room alone. They each sat with their backs to the armrests, facing each other. Hermione sat cross legged and Draco lay, stretched out so his feet sat next to Hermione's knee.

"I just don't get it," Hermione said.

"Get what? Why we have to stay behind?" Draco said, resting his arm on the back of the couch.

"No, why this is all happening. It's so random," she said, sitting forward a little more.

Draco seemed confused. "Random how?"

"The attacks, they're violent and sporadic. I've met your father, he doesn't seem very sporadic. It's all unplanned and messy," she explained.

"So then it's not my father planning everything," Draco said, sitting up more.

"But then who? Rodolphus?"

"I doubt it. Rodolphus is a follower. He's not good at taking charge. That's why him and Bellatrix worked so well. She was in charge," Draco said. "In all honesty, this is how Bellatrix probably would have acted if she had any power."

"Bellatrix," Hermione said.

"It can't be her though she's dead."

"So was Voldemort," Hermione said smirking.

"Shit," Visiting Hermione mumbled.

"What?" Visiting Draco asked. Hermione just pointed at the memory as if to tell him to keep watching. He got the idea and returned his attention to the scene in front of them.

"What do you mean?" Memory Draco asked.

"Voldemort was able to return because he had a Horcrux."

"Fuck," Visiting Harry said. He had figure out what Hermione was getting on about.

"What's a horcrux?" Memory Draco asked, seeming intrigued. Visiting Draco seemed just as intrigued.

"A horcrux is a powerful object that hides a fragment of a wizard's soul. It's very powerful dark magic. To create one you need to rip apart your own soul," Hermione explained.

Both Draco's seemed horrified. "And The Dark Lo- Voldemort, he had one?"

"No. He had seven."

"Bloody fuck," visiting Draco murmured. Memory Draco just stared at Memory Hermione, stunned.

"When he died, he was less than human," Hermione said. There was a moment of silence between to the two of them and then she continued talking. "I don't know if Bellatrix would make one though."

"Well she's always been a little less than human," Draco said.

Memory Hermione chuckled at that.

"So it can just be any old object? Like a pillow? Or a cup?"

"In theory," Hermione explained. "But Voldemort's horcruxes were things that meant something to him. Like his snake, or his father's ring."

"So a horcrux is more likely to be something meaningful?"

Hermione nodded. Draco seemed to be thinking about something and Memory Hermione took notice. "What is it?"

"Well," he paused. "My mother's vault was broken into-"

"Yes, I know."

"And well, the only thing stolen was-"

"Bellatrix's necklace," Memory and visiting Hermione said at the same time.

Memory Draco and Hermione looked intensely at each other. "And she loved that necklace."

"Draco, you're a genius." Suddenly, Memory Hermione sprang forward, grabbing onto Memory Draco's face, and kissed him.

Visiting Hermione let out an audible gasp and Draco let out a small cough next to her. She couldn't help it, she looked over at the man next to, he looked just as stunned as she felt. Past him Ron's jaw was practically hanging on the floor. She looked back at the memory.

Memory Draco seemed momentarily paralysed, but after a second, he grabbed her waist and kissed her back.

He pulled her onto his lap and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and then there was a loud bang, and they pulled apart at the sound of screams.

Draco stood, still holding Hermione. He placed her on solid ground and then headed for the hallway.

"HELP!"

They ran into the hallway to encounter an ungodly sight. Harry and George were coming down the hallway covered in blood. In between them was the source of the screaming and blood. They half carried, half dragged Ron in between them, a stream of blood behind them.

Ginny walked behind them, pale as a ghost, holding blood covered hands out in front of her.

"Shit," Memory Draco muttered, then took action. "Potter, bring him into the kitchen."

Draco guided them into the kitchen, and Hermione went over to Ginny.

"Gin," Hermione said. Ginny was hyperventilating. "Ginny, calm down what happened."

Ginny continued to hold her hands out, blood cover palms face up. "So much blood, so much blood Hermione. He won't stop screaming. Why won't he stop screaming?" The poor girl began to cry. Visiting Hermione wanted to comfort her friend, but she could only watch.

"Ginny, calm down, it's going to be fine-"

"Hermione!" Hermione turned her attention to Draco's scream of her name.

"What's going on?" Fleur asked from the top of the stairs. She held Victorie in her arms and Teddy stood at the banister, poking his face through the bars.

"Ginny, go upstairs with Fleur. Fleur, keep her and the kids upstairs," Hermione ordered, then rushed off towards the kitchen.

"HERMIONE," Draco yelled again.

"I'm coming, I'm- oh god," she entered the kitchen. Ron laid on the now cleared kitchen table, still screaming, Harry was panicking, George was stunned silent, and Draco was looking at Ron's leg which seemed to be the source of the bleeding. Every once in awhile Ron would flail his limbs and Draco would have to pin him down to the table.

"What are you going to do to him, Malfoy?" Harry said.

"I'm going to try and help him, Potter. Right now I need you to tell me what happened to him."

"It was Death Eaters. Your people! It's your fault isn't it?" Harry screaming now. He had clearly lost control of himself.

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry, but kept his cool. "Hermione get him out of here," he said calmly, and went back to looking over Ron.

"Fuck you! This is my house you can't make me go anywhere!"

"Harry, you should really go upstairs," Hermione said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He threw her arm away, she gasped and took a step back.

"POTTER!" Draco said stepping towards Harry. "You need to leave now."

"Harry, it's what's best for you," Hermione said calmly.

Harry took a deep, but shaky breath and nodded, then began to cry.

"George take him upstairs," Hermione said.

The frozen Weasley jumped a little at the sound of his name, but nodded and led Harry out of the room.

There were sounds of apparition near the front door. "Hermione, go get Pansy and Blaise if they're back."

Hermione nodded and went out into the hall. Pansy and Blaise stood near the front door, heading towards the sitting room. "Pansy! Blaise!" Hermione shouted. They turned to her and she gestured for them to come into the kitchen.

"Is Weasley okay? We saw him get hit," Pansy said as they entered the kitchen. "Oh shit."

Draco started to pull back Ron's pant leg and Ron began to scream and flail again.

"Fuck Weasley," Draco muttered trying to hold down the injured leg. "Blaise, hold his arms. Hermione, grab his other leg." Blaise and Hermione did as they were told. "Pansy, I need you to tell me exactly what happened."

"It was Dark Magic. Draco, I've never seen a spell like this before. The light that hit him was black, and there was just blood everywhere."

"Conjure me a pair of scissors." Pansy did and handed them to Draco. He began to cut off the pant of the injured leg. Ron flailed again. Hermione grunted and pushed his leg down. Draco then ripped off the sleeve of Ron's shirt and stuffed it in his mouth so, Hermione assumed, Ron would have something to bite down on.

Draco looked more closely at the wound. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Dammit Weasley."

"What, Draco, what is it?" Hermione asked, worried for her friend.

"The entire lower half of his leg is infected with Dark Magic. The sever in his leg is keeping the infection from spreading to the rest of his body. If I heal him he'll die and if I don't-"

"He'll die."

Hermione and Draco stared at each other for a long time. Visiting Hermione could feel her throat tighten with every passing second.

Draco finally broke the eye contact and looked toward Pansy. "I need you to conjure me some muggle medical tools. I can't do this with magic."

Memory Draco began to rattle off a list of medical tools that Visiting Hermione didn't quite listen to, but one thing that caught her attention was Bone Saw.

"Oh god," visiting Draco said when his memory self said bone saw. He sounded like he was choking on something. He had clearly realized something that visiting Hermione had yet to grasp.

"Draco," Memory Hermione said, her voice shaking. "Why do you need a bone saw?"

"Hermione, maybe you shouldn't be here." Draco looked incredibly sympathetic and only then did visiting Hermione realize why.

"Oh god no!" She cried out, covering her mouth with her hand. The other visitors looked at her. Both Harry and Ron looked horrified, but they hadn't figured it out yet. Draco knew though, and he reached out and grabbed her arm as an attempt to comfort her.

"Draco Malfoy, tell me why you need a bone saw!" Memory Hermione shouted.

"Hermione-"

"Tell me!"

"Because I have to cut it off! I have to cut off his leg or he'll die."

The room was silent, the only thing that could be heard was Ron's screams through the fabric in his mouth. Visiting Hermione could hear someone vomiting and realized that it was visiting Ron. She looked at Harry, he was as pale as a ghost.

Memory Hermione cleared her throat. "Okay. Tell me what you need me to do." She looked like she was going to cry, but she held it together.

Draco nodded and reached for a knife that Pansy had conjured. He looked at Hermione one more time, then went to work.

Ron began to scream and flail again and Pansy rushed forward to help keep in down. Soon they were all covered in blood.

Visiting Hermione could hear Memory Draco muttering something under his breath. She listened closer. "Come on Weasley, please. Please pass out. Come on pass out, please."

Visiting Hermione let out a sob and realized she had tears streaming down her face. Draco's grip on her arm tightened. She had forgotten his hand was there.

"Harry!" Visiting Hermione cried. "Please, make it stop. Can we please stop?" Her vision was blurring.

Harry was still staring at the scene in front of them.

"Potter," Draco barked. Harry looked at him. "We need a break. She needs a break."

Harry looked down at his best friend. She was as pale as a ghost and her face was stained with tears. Ron wasn't doing very well either. He had his back to the memory and seemed to be breathing heavily.

Harry nodded. "Okay. We'll stop."

At that Ron left the memory, followed by Draco, and Hermione, and finally Harry.

When Hermione's feet touched solid ground, she collapsed. Someone caught her and lifted her up.

She could hear Ron vomiting again, and she began to cry. Those memories were awful, and they still had more to watch.

"Potter, what do we do now?" Draco asked. He was the one holding Hermione.

"We'll go back to my place and sleep. I think we all need sleep."

Hermione agreed. She was already beginning to lose consciousness. She squeezed her eyes shut and soon everything was black.