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Chapter XII



Hermione was woken late that morning by the good smell coming from the kitchens.

Curious, she wore her slippers and walked down the stairs only.

She took a glance by the kitchen door and sure enough, Harry was there humming to himself in aprons and preparing a big breakfast for the two of them.

“Goodmorning, sweetheart.” Harry greeted her when he noticed her by the doorway.

Hermione looked back at him with question in her eyes.

He walked to her and kissed her on the cheek.

She was too shock to move away or react at all.

“The bacons are nearly done.” Harry said as she laid two platters over the table.

She watched in silence as he placed a platter of toasts, jars of jam and cream cheese over the table, another platter of scrambled eggs and sausages

“Would you like coffee?” he asked her as he finished up the bacons and placed them as well over the table.

Hermione only stared as if she had lost her ability to speak.

“Or maybe some juice or milk?” Harry offered her as he placed a pitcher of freshly made orange juice over the table and a carton of milk over the table.

“I’m fine.” Hermione said as he pulled a chair for her to sit on. “I’m fine, I’m alright with any.”

She looked around her, very conscious of her surroundings and careful with her actions.

No trace of the monstrous version of Harry could be found in that room.

He was very much like the Harry she had always known.

Reluctant, she walked to the kitchen in her night robes and sure enough, she found Harry in the kitchen fixing the table.

He kept on humming as he placed an empty plate before her and started serving her with helpings of each platter he laid over the table.

Harry kept humming.

Hermione knew that he was joyful about something whenever he did that.

“How was your sleep?” he casually asked her as he settled a napkin over her lap before sitting across her on the table.


Hermione was too taken aback by his actions that she barely realized that he had actually kissed her on the cheek one more time.

“Not that well.” Hermione said finally finding her voice and realizing that nothing was normal in his attitude at the moment.

Harry didn’t say anything as he placed some helpings of sausages and toast over his own plate.

“Where have you been?” Hermione worriedly asked him. “I’ve stayed up waiting for you.”

Harry continued to ignore her as if he didn’t hear her.


“Eat.” Harry simply said giving her a look and continuing on placing jam over his toast.

“I asked you-“

A momentary glint crossed Harry’s emerald eyes as he threw his toast back over his plate.

Hermione stared unblinking at him although beneath the table her fingers were tightly holding her nightdress already in fear.

“I’ve had a drink with Kingsley.” Harry simply said sighing heavily and taking a sip from his glass of orange juice.

“A drink with Kingsley?” Hermione repeated looking at him like she didn’t believe him.

A smile reappeared over his face.

He nodded and then he reached over the platter of bacons and placed some over her plate.

Hermione only stared at him.

What was going on exactly?

“You need to eat up.” Harry said with the same kind smile again. “You need to gain all the weight you’ve lost.”

Hermione stared confused at him.

It was like she was dealing with two persons across the table – one was the Harry she had always known and the other, a version of Harry she never wanted to ever see again.

She wasn’t sure how to make a conversation with him if he was acting this way.

She wanted and needed to talk to her.

Hermione cleared her throat as she casually went over her breakfast.

 “Harry..” she softly began.

“Yeah?” he asked taking a large bite from his toast and grinning at her.  

Hermione looked up at him nervously.

“About yesterday..” she nervously began closely observing his reaction.

“What about yesterday?” he asked her in the same casual tone.

Her eyebrows quirked at him.

“What about yesterday?” he asked yet again.  

Hermione stared at him and there it was again – the strange glint in his eyes that was never there before.

Did he not want to talk about yesterday?

Was he making up for yesterday’s fight?

Either way, Hermione did not want to ruin Harry’s mood.

She does not want to see the Harry she had seen the previous day.

“Nothing.” Hermione quickly said, forcing a smile she began helping him around the table.

“Exactly.” Harry said with a devilish smile over his face as he reached out across the table and wiped the bit of toast that hung at the side of her lips when she bit on her food.

She moved away in her reflex and they exchanged expectant glares.

“Sorry.” Hermione said consciously wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She looked up at Harry who was staring quietly at her.

He slowly sat back down.

She swore she heard him mumble the word with a smirk over his face before turning away from her.

 “I’m finishing some things today at the Ministry.” Harry said returning to his plate. “I’ve been missing out on some work.”

“I’m staying in today.” Hermione simply told him. “I feel like catching up on sleep and perhaps some of the books you’ve bought me.”

“Good.” Harry simply said with a smile over his face. “Perhaps tomorrow we can go to Diagon Alley?”

“Diagon Alley?” Hermione asked swallowing her buttered toast.

“I need to buy some materials.” Harry said as if reminding her of something. “Come with me?”

Hermione stared at Harry.

His words did not seem like an invitation nor a question.

They sounded more like some sort of demand.

She stared up at him with slightly worry.

He was smiling at her but there was something in his tone that made her cringe.

“Y-yes.” Hermione answered. “Sure, ofcourse.”

“Great.” Harry said. “It’s settled then.”

He moved across the table and placed a soft kiss over her cheek.

“I like this, Hermione.” Harry whispered with a smile caressing her face with the back of his hand.


He was smiling kindly at her – no trace of anything vile or monstrous at all.

“I like this.” Harry commented. “The idea that you’re here. Just here with me and having breakfast and making plans. Just like the old days, yes?”

Hermione stared at him with a slight smile over her face.

There was something in Harry’s eyes and tone that made her worry despite that he was smiling at her.

“Yes.” Hermione muttered, “Just like the old days.”





“Just like the old days.” Snape muttered staring at Hermione’s deadly stare. “As foolish and stubborn.”

“I’ve done what you’ve asked of me, professor.” Hermione said through controlled anger. “I’ve been staying here as you wish - drinking all these potions you are giving me to heal and I’ve been as docile as I can ever be. Why won’t you allow me to write to Harry?”

Snape stared up at her from across his work desk.

He folded the parchment in his hand and stared up at Hermione who was standing before his table.

Snape was obviously not pleased.

He sighed heavily and Hermione saw his hands turn into fists over the table.

“First of all, it is six in the morning.” Snape began. “You are disturbing me because this impatience of your just like in my classes before. You are as insolent as ever despite our current situation – or rather your situation.”

Hermione glowered down on him.

“You’ve been awake since three in the morning.” Hermione pointed out folding her arms.

Snape raised an eyebrow at her.

“I heard you arrived.” Hermione added smartly.

He breathed deeply and tried to ignore her comment that was true anyway.

Hermione still didn’t move from where she stood.

Snape stared at her with a raised brow.

He sat straight on his chair and lowered his elbows on the table.

 “Secondly, these potions I’ve been feeding down your throat – did they not make you feel better? Did they not heal your wounds or any ill-feeling over you?”

“They do not taste well-“

“You’ve studied potions under me for years. You should know by now that not all Healing Potions would taste like Butterbeer, Miss Granger.”

Hermione continued to stare at him.

He shook his head and returned to his work.

He reopened the parchment and reached over for a quill when Hermione snatched it out of his hand.

Snape’s eyes flashed in anger and he stood angrily over her.

“Why you little-“

“I want a parchment and a quill!” Hermione demanded. “I want to write to Harry!”

Hermione had demanded it so furiously that Snape looked like he was ready to murder her.

How dare she demand anything.

He did not even want to be there in the first place.

“It is not safe!” Snape yelled back at her. “How many times do I bloody have to remind you that?”

“I don’t want to stay here any longer!” Hermione wailed at him as he reached forward for her wrist.

Hermione gasped as he twisted her wrist painfully so as to let her go of the quill.

“Which part of it is not yet safe out there do you not understand-“

“I want to go back home!” Hermione screamed back at him.

They struggled against one another over the table as Snape tried his best to take the quill back from her.

Hermione did her best to take his hand off from her but he was strong enough.

Soon, the pain was too much for her to take and she opened her hand to let the quill go.

It dropped back over the table and Snape angrily pushed her away from the table.

Hermione fell back on the floor but before she could recover, Snape turned from his side of the table and went over to her.

“Professor Sn-“

“You little insolent-“ Snape breathed out as he bent over her.

He painfully grasped her by the arm and dragged her back to the door of his small lab.

“I want to go home!” Hermione screamed as she struggled against his pincer-like grip. “I want to go back to them!”

“If you’re bored, don’t take it out here in my office-“ Snape angrily said heaving her up with his two arms now as she purposely weighed herself down to keep him from dragging her across the floor.

She was kicking and crying like a small child and it began to frustrate him.

If only she understood their situation.

“You’ve been keeping me here for so long!” Hermione cried at him. “This isn’t fair – nothing here is fair – you’ve taken me here against my will, I can have you punished by the law-“

“I do not give a damn about the law!” Snape screamed back at her.

He had managed to drag her back into their living room and he pushed her back over their large couch.

His nostrils flared as he stared down at her fuming in anger and exhaustion.

“Am I not aware of that!” he screamed at her pointing over her head. “Does that head of yours think I like to be here!”

“Then let me out!” Hermione cried back. “Let me out of here! Bring me back to them!”

Snape didn’t say anything.

This argument wasn’t going anywhere at all.

It has just been mere two months and they did nothing but fight about the same thing over and over again.  

“Professor Snape, please.” Hermione looked like a little school girl begging for some candy.

Snape remained his stance.

 “I want to go back home.”

“We’ve discussed this, Miss Granger.”

“Professor, I want to go back home. I haven’t heard from any of them – even from Harry.”

“I told you already what you need to know.” Snape said. “I give you news about them.”

“But I want to see him.” Hermione reasoned out “I want to talk to him. Professor, I need to speak to Harry-“

“I will not spend another hour arguing with you about this.” Snape said turning away from her.

Hermione launched forward and knelt by his feet grabbing the ends of his robes.

He closed his eyes as he began losing the little amount of patience he had for her.

“Please.” Hermione cried desperately hanging at the ends of his robes. “Please bring me back to them. Please.”

“Which part of your brilliant mind cannot comprehend the idea that it is absolutely NOT safe to communicate with any of them?”

He was right in every sense.

But she was getting pissed being kept in a place she barely knew and without any contact from the Order or anyone else she knew except for Snape.

“Tell me, do you want to die in this war?” he asked her. “ Do you want to follow that Weasley?”

A tear fell from the side of her left cheek but she continued to stare threateningly at Snape.

“You’ve told me when I’m healed you’ll take me out of this place.” Hermione spat at him.  “You’ve taken me out of that goddamn glass case – does that not tell you that I am well?”

Snape didn’t answer.

He stared back at her now knowing anymore what to tell her.

No, she was not physically well as she thought she was.

His problem about her case was soon to be out of hand.

He could not bring it up to her and tell her the truth – not yet anyway.

“I tell you what you need to know when you need to know it.” Snape quietly said. “I have given you shelter and food to eat. Are these not enough?”

“I want to go back out there.”

“You want to endanger yourself whilst that Potter is doing everything he can to win this war not just for himself, not just for the world but for you most of all?”

A tear fell from her eyes.

She understood that fact but she desperately wanted to go back to the others.

 “I just want to go back.” Hermione cried at him. “I just want to see them all.”

“No.” Snape firmly said. “You are only thinking of yourself. That is what you want.”

Hermione looked up at him and moved closer.

 Snape did not move from where he stood.

“Miss Granger, it’s not going to help-“

“I want to go back to Harry.” Hermione cried at him. “I want to go back to my Harry.”

“Miss Granger-“

Snape was cut short of his words.

Hermione had suddenly thrown herself shamelessly over her professor and began crying like a little child.

He stood frozen on the spot.

Hermione’s hands were around his waist as she buried her face over his chest crying her heart out.

He did not know what to do nor what to tell her to comfort her.

For in truth, he was no longer sure of what to do in this war and with this unexpected task at hand.

“Miss Granger.. “ Snape slowly said. “Miss Granger, please stop, stop crying..”

Snape slowly moved his arm over her and reluctantly placed his hands on either side of her arms.

Hermione moved closer to him and embraced him even tighter and cried harder.

Snape breathed heavily.

“Alright, please, stop crying… Miss Granger.” Snape breathed deeply and slowly placed his other hand over her shoulder and the other began to slowly caress her hair in his attempt of comforting her.

“Professor Snape..” Hermione’s voice cried at him. “Professor Snape, please help Harry.. please save us.”

Her voice was barely heard as she buried her face deeper over his chest.

“Miss Granger, please..” Snape whispered over her.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself as well.

“Professor Snape, you are the only one who can help us-“

“Hermione.” Snape spoke her name softly and it seemed to have called her attention to him. “Please, please stop crying.”

“Please promise me you will save us. Please..”

Snape looked down at her.

She slowly lifted her red and teary-eyed face and stared up at her professor.

He held her close and they stared at one another for quite some time.

“Professor Snape..”

“Hermione, I will do my best.” he whispered at her as he stared at those brown eyes.

“Do you promise me?”

Snape stared at her for a moment.

“I promise you to take care of everyone I can. And right now, that is you. You need to give me your word that you will follow what I need to ask of you, Miss Granger. You are not just endangering your life but chances of everyone’s survival. You need to listen to me.”

Hermione stared at him.

She did not know why but there was something more than worry in his voice and that was scary enough for her to actually listen to him.

“What’s going on?” she slowly asked.

She moved herself free from his grasp and took a step back from him.

Snape just stared at her at loss for words of reply.

“Professor Snape?”

“I need your word, Miss Granger. We’re running out of time. You need to promise me you would stay here with me until we’ve figured all this one out.”

“One out?” Hermione repeated. “Figure what out, professor Snape?”







“We’ll figure something out, don’t worry.”

“Easy for you to say that. It’s not your wife that has been abducted for so many years only to come back wanting no one else but her captor.”

Bill looked up at Harry with a raised brow.

Harry looked away from him and breathed heavily.

“I’m sorry. I should not have said that.”

“It’s fine. Relax.” Bill replied with a smirk.

Harry closed his eyes and breathed heavily counting the floors before getting to the right one.

The elevator was empty except for the two of them.

They were heading up the Auror’s main office.

“I think she should go out more often with Ginny and Fleur.” Bill offered him as the elevator doors opened to their floor.

“I don’t know.” Harry replied getting out of the elevator first and being greeted by other Ministry members or officials.

“How about take her out on dates or something? Buy her books and all that?”

“I’ve done everything Bill. Absolutely everything. She’s not getting her old self back.”

“Give it some time. It’s just been a few months.” Bill said handing over a couple of parchments from his bag to the two wizards they met along the hallway.

“Time?” Harry repeated incredulously. “She has been given all the time in the world. How about me?”

“What about you?” Bill asked in return.

“Me? What I want ofcourse.”

“What do you want?”

Harry halted and turned to Bill.

The eldest Weasley was giving him a knowing glare.

That’s not what I want.”

“Is it not?”

“Yes. I’m not like that.” Harry answered as they continued walking.

“But you are jealous.” Bill pointed out as they reached Harry’s office door.

Harry snorted reaching out for his wand to open his office door.

“Ofcourse not. It’s not like Hermione’s going to fall in love with that git.”

“She’s not inlove with him.” Bill answered him as they entered the dark room.

“Ofcourse she’s bloody not!” Harry angrily said. “I’m going to kill murder him myself if that happens.”

He pointed his wand around the room that quickly lit up in his command.

Bill quietly watched as Harry walked towards his desk without another word, leaving him alone and in awe by the doorway.











“Do you like what you see?” drawled a voice.

Hermione turned to look at the doorway to see the Young Master Malfoy enter with an assistant behind him bringing in a tray of snacks for the two of them.

Hermione thanked the assistant but refused to sit and eat.


“Well what?” Hermione asked him looking away.

Draco stared at her for a moment with a look of wonder over his face.

“I thought you’d like this place better than my office in the west wing of the manor.”

Hermione did not say anything.

She had sent him a note a few hours ago to meet up with him he quickly replied.

Soon after, he had Apparated in front of Gringotts and picked her up.

He brought her right at the Malfoy Manor.

She was reluctant the moment they appeared by their gates.

 “Was it not dangerous you asked me to pick you up at Gringotts? It’s a public place.”

“I’m sure it’s not a big deal to be seen at the bank.”

“Yeah, not a big deal. But to be seen with me, would that not be a big deal?”

Hermione did not say anything.

She quietly sat down and kept staring at everything but at Draco.

Draco had noticed this gesture.

Although it bothered him, he did not want to push the subject to her.

He sat opposite her and offered the tray of food.

“They’re going to make some lunch for us in a while. But do help yourself. My assistant makes good tea and good sandwiches.”

“I’m not here to eat.”

Draco raised a brow at her.

“Pray tell why you are here.”

Hermione did not say anything.

She bit her lower lip and took the cup of tea in her hand but did not drink it.

Draco waited.

He quietly watched her move her fingers around the tea cup in silence.


“Tell me what we can do.” Hermione said with a sudden sharp look over her eyes.

“I’m sorry?” Draco asked her.  

“What can we do?” she asked apprehensively. “ What can we do to save Severus’ life?” she put the tea cup back on the small table and moved at the edge of the couch.

“The trial is on-going-“

“Harry won’t let him win.” Hermione said in a determined voice. “Harry will do anything that he tays and dies in there. We both know that.”

Draco stared at her and could tell the fear and urgency in her voice.

There was something stirring inside her – something familiar from the old days that he had thought had died a long time ago.

“What do you suggest?” he asked slowly.

“I don’t know.” Hermione quietly said. “But I know Harry is speeding up this trial or is doing something not very him behind our backs. He is different now. I can tell. He is no longer the Harry I know.”

A gleam passed Draco’s eyes.

His brows crossed.

“Did he hurt you again?” he slowly asked her.

Hermione shook her head.

“What happened then?” Draco’s tone was accusatory.

“Something is strange – something is different about him.” Hermione looked up at the boy who had bullied her most of their life.

“Tell me.” Draco said reaching out for her hand across the table. “You can tell me, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes lit up at being called by her name.

“I’m sorry.” Draco said quickly withdrawing his hand from her. “It was just

“Something about Harry is scaring me.” Hermione admitted to him. “I know something is different and if we don’t do anything about Severus, he is going to die in there. We can’t let that happen, Draco.”

Draco’s eyes widened this time as she called him by his name.

He wasn’t sure what to tell her.

He first had to get past the fact that she had just called him in his name.

“Draco?” Hermione repeated calling back his attention.

He blinked away and turned back to her.

“If we’re going to do this, we’ll have to turn to drastic measures.” Draco began. “Are you willing to go for that to save his life?”

 Hermione looked up at him.

The way Draco had said it, they really did not seem to have any choice.

“Drastic measures?”

“Yes.” Draco answered her. “We don’t have time I’m afraid.”

Hermione was silent.

 Draco could tell that she was contemplating hard on the subject.

She heavily breathed and nodded at him.

His eyes lit up at her answer.

She was so far and deep into the man that she was willing to do whatever it takes.

“What do we do?” she slowly asked him. “Where do we begin?”

Draco stared at her in utter silence.

Truth was that, he did not have a full plan yet – ideas, yes maybe – but no solid plan.

He wasn’t even sure she was going to agree to whatever he might come up with.

But the look of determination in her face was enough to tell her that she was willing to risk and do anything to save the man’s life.

Was she really in love with his godfather?

“Well first is a step you’d need to face and go through.”

“Tell me what it is and I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?” he slowly drawled out.

Their eyes met and for a moment and there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes.


 “I’m sure.”

Draco sighed and gave her a curt nod.

Draco slowly reached for his wand and placed it across the table between the two of them.

“What do you want me to do?” Hermione asked him, confused.

“You have to tell me everything.” Draco said. “Rather, you’re going to have to show me everything that has happened in those ten long years, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes widened.

She understood what he was asking of her – her deepest and most kept memories of the last decade of her life.

She flinched at the sight of the wand but she tried to keep her composure.

Draco could tell that she was halfway into running away from the manor.

“This is the only way I can help you.” Draco softly said. “If I understand what exactly has happened.”

“Will it ensure that you can save his life?” Hermione asked him.

“No.” Draco honestly said. “But it will give me enough information to suffice a good strategy so we can have a chance of saving his life.”








“You will tell them the truth.” Snape had whispered and gasped.

More sounds were heard from the outside of the cottage.

Hermione was painfully tugging at his cloak as she cried.

“Severus, please-“

Her voice and whole body was shaking.

Her mind was swirling in confusion and fear.

How could it happen this way?

“Hermione, focus. Listen to me.”

“Severus, no, please no – no, you can’t-“

He sharply turned to her and grabbed her painfully by the wrist.

“You will tell them the truth and nothing but the truth Hermione, you hear me? LOOK AT ME!”

He held her arms, shaking her violently.

“You will tell them nothing but the truth no matter how much it hurts no matter what it takes.”

“No, I can’t. Please, don’t make me do this. I can’t do it.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked her gently.

Hermione stared at those black eyes.

Did she trust him?

Did he really just ask her that?

After the ten long years they have been together, he would ask her that?

Did she trust him?


“I ask you.”

“I trust you.” Hermione answered.

She closed her eyes and clung her arms tightly around his neck as they heard windows being smashed and the door being taken down by loud spells.

“I love you, Severus.” she cried helplessly within his arms.

She felt him tighten his grip around her and kiss her forehead.  

Hermione barely heard nor recalled what had happened next exactly because the commotion that came next was too much of a surprise and shock to take in.









“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Hermione screamed and she was blinded by a sudden light that passed through the room and settled at the corner of their room.

She was gasping for breath, her face filled with tears.

She moved around the bed looking for something that she did not know what exactly.

It took her a moment to realize that she was not alone in the room.

Harry was sitting across from the bed with a wand lit in his hand.

His eyes were on her and he carefully lit the small fireplace in their room with a smooth flick of his wand.

“Harry..” Hermione gasped breathlessly staring at his silent form in the armchair across the room.

He did not say anything, he was just silently staring at her.

“Why are you-“ Hermione swallowed hard trying to catch her breath. “Why are you still awake?”

He did not answer her.

His emerald eyes continued to just stare at her form.

His silhouette scared Hermione.


“I couldn’t sleep.” Harry silently spoke without taking his eyes off her. “You were screaming.”

“I’m sorry.” Hermione answered looking away from him. “I didn’t realize.”

He watched as she slowly went to the other side of the bed.

She turned her back at him but he could tell that she was brushing away the tears from her face.

“Just the usual nightmares.” Hermione quietly said.

 She slowly stood up to go to the bathroom.

“Yeah, I could tell.” Harry answered keeping his eyes on her. “You were screaming his name again.”

Hermione halted from walking to the washroom but she did not face him.

“You’ve been screaming his name all night long, Hermione. Do you think any fiancé would be able to sleep at that? Hearing and watching all night as their partner twist and toss around on the bed screaming someone else’s name?”

“I was having a nightmare.” Hermione said in a low voice.

Her hands were shaking in anger at her sides.

Harry snorted.

Hermione turned to him and gave her a dark look.

“I’m not going to argue about this, Harry.”

“I’m not going to argue with you about anything anymore, ‘Mione.”

He slowly stood up and walked up to her.

Hermione backed away but he grabbed her by the arm and forced a kiss over her face.

She struggled to get away from his grasp but he did not let her go.

“Harry, you’re hurting my arm-“

He ignored her.

He continued to kiss her until they both fell back on the bed.

Hermione gasped and struggled as she tried looking for her wand.

“Accio!” she heard Harry whisper.

With a flick, her wand came out from her side of the bed and flew right at Harry’s hand.

Harry pushed her back on the bed and straightened himself up from her holding two wands in his hand.

She stared up at him with hate.

“Give me my wand.”

He just stared at her and there was the glint again in his eyes.

Hermione wanted to cry but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of fear.

“Harry, I said give me back my wand.”

“You’re demanding from me, now?”

“I’m asking for what is mine.”

Harry stared at her for a moment.

“And you?” Harry asked her. “Are you not mine?”

“You’re mad.” Hermione gasped at him.

 And then he suddenly laughed – a high-pitch and cold laughter.

“You.” he turned from her and struggled with his laughter.

The sound of his voice scared Hermione.

“You are in no place to demand and ask me to give you back what is yours.” Harry screamed at her.

Hermione was shaking on the bed but she tried her best to control her fear.

Harry turned about and raised his hand at her.

“Are you going to hurt me again?” she slowly asked him.

His emerald eyes stared at her soft ones.

“What is mine is yours, Hermione. Therefore, what is yours is already mine.”

Hermione tried to make out of what he had said but she was too fearful at the moment to think clearly.

“Go back to sleep.” Harry said kissing her forehead. “ I’m going to finish some work downstairs.”

Harry gently moved towards her and she flinched at his gentle touch across her cheek.

 “Go back to sleep, ‘Mione. We have things to do tomorrow.”

And without another word, he flicked his wand and the fireplace lit died as he left and close the bedroom door.

Hermione held her breath and clutched her hand over her chest.

Her heart was beating fast – too fast, perhaps.

The moment she heard Harry’s footsteps ebbed away, she fell back onto the bed and tears began rolling down her cheeks again.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of the nightmare she had the time they were discovered at the island at Beltane or was it because of the nightmare she was presently living even when she was wide-awake.