Hermione slammed the portrait hole shut when she marched from the common room. "I'm the worthless huh? Who's the one that's made sure they survived this whole time. Who's the one who checked their homework, and in some cases did it for them? I'll show them one day. They won't know what hit them. I swear on their graves I'll find a way to teach them a lesson."

She stalked off down the corridor. She was heading out the front doors when they swung open, and Dumbledore came through them. "Hermione dear, please come up to office and tell me what happened tonight."

Hermione nodded her head. Tears were threatening to spill down her face. "Yes professor." She spun on her heels and went back up the stairs.

Eventually she stopped outside the gargoyle to wait for Professor Dumbledore. It wasn't very long before he showed up. "Pumpkin pasties," the gargoyle sprang aside.

Hermione looked at Professor Dumbledore. She knew he liked to use sweets as his password, but she couldn't have guessed he used that one. She went in before Dumbledore and up to his office. Looking around she took a seat in a chair that looked oddly comfortable.

"Now dear, would you like a lemon drop." Dumbledore held out a dish full of the sour yet somehow sweet treats.

Hermione shook her head. "No sir. Thank you though." She tried to wipe a few tears from her eyes that were intent on falling out.

"Here you go," Professor Dumbledore held out a handkerchief to her. "Dry your tears and please let me know what happened."

"Thank you sir." Hermione wiped her face before continuing. "Well sir, we that is to say Harry, Ron, Neville, Luna, Ginny and I were sitting at the dinner table tonight when Harry's scar started to hurt him. He never got a good hold on occlumency, so I believe that Voldemort planted a vision in his mind. He believed that Voldemort had Sirius in the ministry and was torturing him. He got us rounded up and we snuck out to go save him. Now though I see that it was a trap and a mistake."

"I do believe miss granger that you are right. Voldemort has figured out that Harry's mind isn't blocked like it should be. He has made use of that connection and I'm sure he will again. Is that all Miss Granger?" Professor Dumbledore had a knowing look on his face.

"No sir, once we got to the ministry it was awfully quiet and deserted. We should have turned back, but we kept going. Voldemort I believe wanted the prophecy, but no one but Harry could grab it. Harry pulled it off the shelf and dropped it. All heard was neither can live while the other survives. What does it mean Professor? After Harry dropped it, the order came and tried to get us out. Sirius had us rounded up, and somehow, we wound up in this room with an arch way that was whispering at us. I was standing next to Sirius when Bellatrix showed up and shot a spell at me. Sirius took the spell that was meant for me, and he fell backwards through something called the veil. I don't know what I did wrong sir and now Harry and Ron hate me. Harry has said I'm not allowed at Grimmauld place for the funeral and that he never wanted to see me again." Hermione leaned back in her Chair. "I was planning on helping the order since I'm old enough now. But I guess I can't since Harry is the one who now owns Grimmauld, and I'm not allowed to set foot there."

"Oh dear, I'm sure Harry and Ron didn't mean it. I'll have a talk with them later. You are of course welcome to help with the order and so welcome at headquarters. As for your questions, it means exactly that. Harry nor Voldemort can truly live while the other one is surviving. We shall talk about that later at a meeting. As for now dear girl I will send you on to headquarters and you can rest there." Dumbledore got up from behind his desk and went to the fireplace.

"But sir, they've started calling me awful names. They, well they've called me a mudblood sir." Hermione nervously twisted the handkerchief in her knuckles.

"I'll have a talk with them dear. I'm sure they're just upset as we all are. Just give them some time to accept it." Dumbledore held out his pot of floo powder. "Why don't you go ahead and floo to Grimmauld, the wards are set to alert me and not Harry of who comes and goes. I'll have a house elf drop your things off later."

Hermione reached out and took a pinch of green powder. She stepped into the fireplace, threw it down and shouted, "Grimmauld Place!" She was taken away from Dumbledore's office in a flash of green light.

She didn't see the pensive look on his face and didn't see him call a house elf to get her things. She just stumbled out into a dark, lifeless and cold kitchen. No one else was here in Grimmauld except for Kreacher, and he didn't like her very much.

"The mudblood is back. Filthy she is the mistress will be so upset. Master allowed her in his house, but master is no longer here. Kreacher doesn't like the mudblood, but he must be nice to her." Kreacher was mumbling under his breath again.

Hermione should be used to it by now, but she wasn't. It still hurt that Kreacher didn't like her. She was nice to him, and this was his repayment to her. "It's ok Kreacher. I don't need anything. Dumbledore said he was going to have a Hogwarts elf drop my things off in my normal room." She wondered off up the stairs trying not to set Mrs. Blacks portrait off.

Meanwhile back at school in Dumbledore's office he had called an elf up to him. Winky popped into the headmaster's office. "You called sir? What can winky do for you?"

"Yes winky, would you please go and get Miss Grangers trunk and things and send them to her bedroom at Grimmauld place. She will be staying there for a good long while." Professor Dumbledore looked over his glasses at Winky. "She may be a tad upset so just ignore her if you do see her. You can just drop her things off and then come back here to the kitchens." He sat back down at his desk and took a quill and parchment up.

It was time that he got Harry and Ron up here to speak about what would happen next. He also needed to send a message to Mr. Jablonski who was the solicitor for the black family. After all there was the problem of Sirius being dead and Headquarters now being in the hands of a fifteen-year-old.

Harry would you and Ronald come up to my office as soon as you get this letter. There are things that must be discussed and as Miss Granger is no longer here in this school, you two are the next logical choice to speak too. Miss Granger is too distraught to finish out her year here, so I went ahead and sent her home. It's only a couple of weeks left till the end of the semester here anyways. She will be fine.

Dumbledore

Mr. Jablonski,

I'm sorry to bother you, I know you must be a busy man. It seems that a Mr. Sirius Black has passed beyond the veil. The funeral will be soon, but we need to have the reading of the will soon too. If you could send me a list of dates within the next three weeks that work for you, I will send back the date that works best for the Black Heir.

Professor Dumbledore

Harry and Ron were still sleeping when the owl from Dumbledore knocked on their window. Rolling out of bed Harry opened the window, only for the owl to drop the letter on his head and fly back out the window. Harry opened it up and read it. Waking Ron would be a job in and of itself. Ronald was a deep sleeper.

Harry closed the window and threw a pillow at Ron. That didn't wake him, so he turned around grabbed his wand and shot Aguamenti at him. Water hit Ron square in the face. Ron shot straight up in the bed.

Dripping water Ron hollered. "Ahhhhh what was that for?"

"Ron, RON!" Harry came into Ron's view. "Dumbledore's sent us a message. We have to go to his office now. He says the mudblood has gone home for the break already. We don't have to see her face anymore."

"Good, that's good. I didn't want to see her anymore anyways. We need to come up with a plan to knock her down a few pegs anyways. She's a right bloody terror." Ron was fully awake now. "Well, I suppose we should go see what Dumbledore wants now."

Harry waited to open the door, until Ron was up and out of the bed. The common room was quiet when they went downstairs. It took them a few tries to get to Dumbledore's office. The staircases kept changing on them and they still haven't figured out the spell to stop them from moving.

"Ugggh the mudblood would know the spell, but I don't want anything from her. She's the reason Sirius is gone. She's the reason I've got no family anymore." Harry was disgusted for even thinking about asking Hermione anything at all.

The gargoyle had been waiting for these two to come along. He was sentient just like the castle was and heard everything that had gone on in Dumbledore's office earlier that night. He locked the office down tight and wouldn't let Harry or Ron in. The gargoyle had a soft spot for Hermione and although he couldn't talk he knew who the real issue was. You didn't call someone mudblood and get away with it.

"Cockroach clusters." Harry tried sweet after sweet to get the Gargoyle to open up. "Blood pops, Pepper imps, Bertie botts every flavor beans, acid pops, fizzing whizbees."

"What the fuck is wrong with this Gargoyle? Why isn't it letting us up to Dumbledore's office? Peppermint toads, fudge flies, exploding bon bons, cauldron cakes, ice mice, pumpkin pasties." Ron started listing sweets off too. "Chocolate frogs, chocolate wands. We've never had this much trouble getting into Dumbledore's office." Ron's face just kept getting redder and redder. He was about to explode.

Finally, the gargoyle jumped aside. He'd had his fun. If he could laugh, he would do it. He was sure that wouldn't teach them anything, but he could have fun with these two dimwits while he got the chance too.

Harry and Ron were too busy trying to think of other sweets or anything else Dumbledore would have used for a password, that they didn't see the Gargoyle jump aside. They did finally notice, and the Gargoyle almost shut while Harry was walking to the stairs.

Climbing the steps they got to the top. "Dumbledore, your Gargoyle is bang out of order mate. It locked us out for the longest time and then just about shut harry into the wall when we came through."

"Yes, well he does that sometimes. I'll get him fixed for the next time. Anyways I called you up here because one we need to plan Sirius's funeral, two I needed to ask Harry if it was ok if Grimmauld is still used as Headquarters, and three I have a mission for you two to complete for once the funeral is over with." Dumbledore sat up behind his desk.

"Yes of course you can still use Grimmauld as Headquarters. We'll be at school for the most part anyways. As for the funeral, well I didn't know Sirius very well. I was just getting to know him when he was killed because of that Slag we used to call a best friend." Harry was getting upset all over again.

"Yes, well that's part of why I called you here. She has no place to go or will have no place to go soon. I told her she could stay at Grimmauld, that way you two can keep an eye on her and do what you want to make her life miserable. I also want you to go kill her parents and then hide her wand in a dark book in Grimmaulds library. Wait till she's asleep to get her wand though. I'll make sure she won't wake up that night while you steal her wand. We must make sure that she's as isolated as possible or my plan to defeat the dark lord won't work." Dumbledore implored Harry and Ron.

"I don't want that bitch in my house, but we'll do as you say. We trust you." Harry was pacing the floor. "I'll make good and sure that bitch pays, it's her fault Sirius is dead. She was always harping on and on about me learning occlumency. She knows I'm shit at it. I can't block my mind. In fact, maybe we should just kill her to get rid of her too."

"Now that's a good idea Harry. I can get behind that." Ron was a follower, he always followed Harry. "There's so many things we could do to her to make it a miserable few months before we kill her."

"Slow down boys, you can't kill her just yet. We do need her brains, but once we're done with her; by all means kill her. She's only useful for so long." Dumbledore wasn't fond of the know it all either, but he could recognize that she was useful. "Remember boys, not a word about this conversation to anyone. "I'll go ahead and send you along to Grimmauld as well. Just let me know what night you plan to put our plan in action."

"It doesn't matter, one night after the funeral. Maybe we should be nice enough to let her get her things from her childhood house before we kill her parents. We have to use feindfyre on the house. It must look like death eaters killed her parents." Ron for once had a good idea. It wasn't common, but occasionally he could use his brain.