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The Lies We Believe

All
along the watchtower

Princes
kept the view

While
all the women came and went

Bare-foot
servants to, but huh

Outside
in the cold distance

A
wild cat did growl

Two
riders were approachin�

And the wind began to howl

(All Along The Watchtower—Bob Dylan/Jimi Hendrix)

~*~

Dear Harry,

What the hell?!
You are being a downright prat!
You can�t ignore us like this, you can�t just ship us off to school and
cut contact with us completely.
This is more than just being in the Auror program because you find time
to send flowers to Ginny, you insensitive cad! And you can�t use the excuse that you don�t want to put us
in danger because we are already in the thick of it. I told you I wasn�t going to sit around and wait for you to
defeat Voldemort and neither is Ron.
We�re your best friends, Harry.
You can�t desert us like this.

�Anything you want to add?� Hermione asked as Ron read over
the letter.

�Yeah, tell him thanks for the mirror, the git,� Ron
grumbled.

Hermione signed the letter and tied it to a school owl that
promptly flew away. Together they
walked out of the owlery, the air was turning crisp as the leaves turned to a
lovely rust color, signaling the start of Fall. As the two of them entered the Great Hall for breakfast,
Ron�s eyes fell on the Ravenclaw table where Michael had an arm around Luna�s
waist. He rolled his eyes and sat
down next to Dean, his back to the couple, he didn�t need to see the jerk
groping her. Hermione,
surprisingly, sat down on the other side of Lavender and Parvati.

After awhile, Parvati leaned toward Hermione. �Psst, Hermione you�re staring at
Neville,� she said.

Hermione picked at the cinnamon roll held up in front of
her. �I just can�t figure him
out,� she said softly.

Lavender looked at him. �What do you mean?�

�I mean, can�t you see it? He�s cute in the quiet guy kind of way,� Hermione said in
fake thoughtfulness.

Lavender and Parvati glanced at back over at him. He was quietly eating his cereal
listening to his more rowdy roommates discuss the upcoming Quidditch match.

�I guess so,� Parvati said cautiously.

Hermione pressed further. �He�s just got that�mysteriousness about him.� She grinned inwardly when the two girls
looked back over at Neville, curious looks crossing their faces.

�I mean, he�s shy and all,� she continued. �But what if underneath that shyness is
a lion ready to pounce.� The three
girls all tilted their heads to reappraise the quietest Gryffindor. �I�m going to ask him if he wants to be
my study partner tonight. We can
finish our Transfiguration together,� Hermione leaped up out of her seat and
made her way to Neville.

Lavender and Parvati stared at her. �Who does she think she is?� Lavender
pouted.

�Look at her, draping herself over him like a floozy,�
Parvati added.

�Hey Neville,� Hermione said as she sat down next to him.

�Hey Hermione,� he greeted her.

�Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to do our
Transfiguration homework together,� she said. �Ron�s busy with Quidditch and it would be nice to study
with someone who actually paid attention in class.�

�I guess so. I
mean, it�s not my strongest class,� he said tentatively.

�Don�t be silly,� Hermione said, then added quickly. �I�ll see you at seven.� Then she left the table before he could
back out of it.

~*~

It was logical and it was reasonable.

Ginny = Safe; Uncomplicated; Lazy summers at the burrow; One
big happy Weasley family.

Hermione = Chaos; A tangle of emotions;
Un-fucking-believable sex; she�s your best friend.

She�s dating your other best friend.

The heating vent in his floor opened and Isis slithered
through. �There�ss a girl in one
of the roomss,� she hissed. Harry
remembered that Nathan had smuggled in one of the women he had picked up in the
pub last night.

�They�d better keep it down over there. I don�t want to be running through that
obstacle course over and over today,� he muttered as he read his defense
manual.

Isis slithered up on to his bed. �You don�t bring girlsss to your room.� Harry didn�t reply, only turned a page
in his book. �Do you have a girl?�

�What�s with all the questions?� Harry asked irritably as he
put his book down.

�Jusst curiousss,� she replied. �You ssseem awfully lonely.�

�I�m not lonely,� he defended. �I�m not.
Really. I have a girl. Her name is�Ginny.� There. He said it. He
admitted it and it became final.
He had to push his betraying thoughts of Hermione out of his mind. He already had enough chaos and turmoil
in his life, his love life should not be as complicated. Ginny would bring him peace, being with
her had been the most problem-free weeks of his life. Why turn his back on that?

Isis raised herself to eye-level with him and a feeling of
unease settled into him as she regarded him with her reptilian eyes. After awhile, she backed down.

�If you sssay ssso,� she said as she slithered off of the
bed.

If I say so? What the hell did that mean? �Don�t you have some mice to eat?�

*

Captain Fuller watched as Harry made his way through the
training room, effortlessly dodging spells that the room threw at him. �He�s the best one out there,� he said
proudly to the two men in the room, his boss Kingsley Shacklebolt and a man he
didn�t know named Mr. Lupin. They,
too, were watching the young man as he made his way to the finish, the lights
going up to signal the end.

The Captain pushed the button, �Well done Potter. O�Malley you�re up.� He turned and faced the men,� He didn�t
even get hit once.�

The looks on their faces, however, were unimpressed.

�Put him in the third year training program,� Kingsley said.

�What, now?�

�Send him in again.�

�But�there are darker creatures in there and spells we
haven�t covered in class yet,� the Captain protested.

�Send him in anyway,� Kingsley ordered.

Reluctantly, the Captain turned away and pushed a button,
causing the lights in the training room to turn on, ending O�Malley�s turn.

�O�Malley, take a rest. Send Potter back in.�

They watched as Harry, curious himself, cautiously stepped
inside the room. As soon as the
room sealed itself, a hex was sent his way and he barely dodged out of the
way. The hex repeatedly fired at
him until he found some protection behind a nearby wall. He was immediately attacked again when
a sparring dummy appeared out of nowhere.

�Amazing,� Captain Fuller said as he watched his youngest
trainee hold his own in the room.
Harry wandlessly and wordlessly sent rubbish bins flying toward his next
attacker, rendering it stupid long enough for Harry to get a good Stupefy
in. Shacklebolt and Lupin stepped
forward watching Harry as he dueled with another dummy with frenzy.

�Send in a boggart,� Lupin said, stepping forward.

�A boggart is nothing compared to the skill of the dummies
in there,� Captain Fuller protested.

�Send it in,� Shacklebolt ordered and Captain Fuller pressed
a button, releasing a boggart into the room. The men watched as the boggart approached Harry,
turning into the form of a young woman with long brown curly hair. Harry was distracted only for a moment
by its appearance but it was long enough for the sparring dummy to land a good
hex on him, sending Harry flying across the room.

The lights on the room immediately turned on, everything
disappearing because you were required to get through the room without taking a
hit until you reached the end. If
you did, your session was cut short.
Harry staggered to hit feet, rubbing an area on his chest where the
spell hit.

�Give us a moment,� Shacklebolt asked and the Captain left
the two men in the room.

�His only weakness,� Kingsley sighed. �He excels in everything else but he
can�t handle his boggart.�

�I�ve had experience with the boy and his boggarts. He can handle them just fine but it�s
the form that the boggart takes that is distracting him,� Remus said
softly. �When he first confronted
them in his third year, it took the shape of a Dementor. Now it concerns me that the shape is
now Miss Granger, sometimes with Mister Weasley.�

�I noticed that, too,� Kingsley said. �Why is his deepest fear suddenly his
best friends?�

�I don�t think he�s necessarily afraid of them,� Remus
explained. �With the two of them
gone off to Hogwarts, I think his deepest fear is of�being alone.� There was a brief silence following
this. �Is he ready, Kingsley?�

�There�s only one way we can tell,� he replied. �Put him out in the field.�

~*~

Hermione could feel her eyes burning into her from two
tables away. If Lavender could hex
her with a look she would.
Hermione and Neville sat quietly in the library doing their Transfiguration
homework like she said they would with Neville once in awhile stopping her to
ask a question or clarify a point.

Right about now, she figured that she worked Lavender into a
big enough frenzy to swoop in like a vulture. �Neville,� Hermione said, �I�m going to go get a book. I�ll be back.�

�Yeah, okay,� he said as he scribbled some notes on his
piece of parchment.

She slipped out of her chair and headed into the stacks,
hiding so she could see what was going on through the slats in the
bookshelves. As predicted,
Lavender made her move.

�Hello Neville,� she said in a flirtatious voice.

�Er�hello?� Neville said, taken aback by the way his
classmate had spoken to him.

Lavender slid into Hermione�s seat, scooting closer to
him. Neville leaned slightly away
from her, his face looking a little flushed.

�I�m having a little trouble in Herbology and I was
wondering if you would be willing to help me out tomorrow night?�

�Um, sure,� Neville managed to stumble out.

�Great!� Lavender leaned in close to him. �I�ll see you tomorrow then,� she said
in a breathy voice, tracing her finger lightly across his cheek. Neville was bright red by the time she
left his side.

Hermione was counting on the pettiness of her former
roommates, so the next day, while Lavender was studying with Neville, Hermione
let it slip to Parvati before she went on her rounds.

�That little tart!� Parvati breathed.

�I know,� Hermione sighed. �Did you see the way
she was leaning toward him? That�s
an open sexual invitation.�
Parvati stared at her. �I
read about it,� Hermione finished.
She did read about�somewhere, maybe in her mother�s magazines.

At dinner the next night, Dean informed the Gryffindors that
Neville and Parvati would not be joining them for dinner because they had
detention to serve in the greenhouse.

�Neville got detention in Herbology?� Ginny said, disbelieving. Hermione gave a small smile when she
saw Lavender sulking.

That night, Hermione stayed up late in the Gryffindor common
room studying while Ron did some last minute changes in his Quidditch
playbook. Their first game was
tomorrow against Ravenclaw, which already irked Ron. Furthermore, she had heard from Seamus that Michael Corner
was their new Keeper. She was sure
Ron was just spitting fire at that news.

The portrait swung open and Parvati and a thoroughly roughed
up Neville walked in. Hermione
kicked Ron slightly under the table and he looked up at her then over at the
couple.

�Night Neville,� Parvati said at the bottom of the stairs
before leaving his side.

Hermione and Ron shared a look. Neville had some lipstick still on his face and his hair was
messy, his clothes rumpled.

�Night guys,� he said in a daze to Ron and Hermione.

�Goodnight,� they responded back as he walked up the stairs.

�Hey Neville?� Hermione called out to him.

�Yeah?�

�You did really well in DADA today. Fifteen points for a Patronus. We really needed that,� she said
sincerely.

�Thanks,� he grinned at her.

�Unbelievable,� Ron whispered when Neville was out of
earshot. �Parvati, huh?� Hermione shrugged in innocence.

*

There was an excited buzz in the air with the first game of
the season, a much anticipated match of Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor. Ernie and Hermione patrolled the
rapidly emptying corridors, steering the first years in the direction of the
pitch and making sure that the empty classrooms were indeed empty after
all.

�I�ll see you there?� he asked her.

�Yeah, I�ll just head to the Gryffindor common room to make
sure it�s all cleared out,� she said and Ernie nodded, grinning as he left
her. �Good luck to your house.�

She leaned against a pillar, staring out from the balcony at
the crowd headed to the pitch. A
wave of sadness and nostalgia washed over her at the memory of watching Harry
play, standing with her fellow Gryffindors and screaming her voice hoarse cheering
him on.

A group of students caught her eye and she noticed Blaise
Zabini walking with Crabbe and Goyle.
Malfoy was not with them.
Hermione immediately made her way to the Slytherin common room. At the front of their portrait, she
inserted her badge into a little notch beside it, automatically it swung open
and she stepped through.

�What are you doing
here?� Pansy Parkinson greeted her.

�Where�s Malfoy?� she asked.

�Upstairs. He�s
sick.�

�Show me.�

Pansy scoffed and got up off the sofa she was resting on,
leading Hermione up the stairs to Draco�s dormitory. She opened the door and Hermione peered in to see Draco
curled up on his bed, snoring softly.

�You see?� Pansy whispered.

�What are you doing here, then?� Hermione asked as Pansy
closed the door.

�I�m staying in case he needs anything,� she answered.

�I�d figure he�d use house elves,� Hermione said
sardonically.

�He�s not into house elves in that way, if you get my
meaning,� Pansy smirked. �Although
I doubt you do.�

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the girl then left the room,
satisfied that Draco was occupied.
However, as she approached the third floor landing, she saw Malfoy
walking ahead of her and she quickly darted into an alcove.

What the hell?

She knew there was no way he passed her in the halls. What was going on? What was he up to?

She peeked around the corner and saw that he had walked into
the alcove of the humped witch.

�Dissendium,� she heard him whisper, then a faint scraping
sound.

How did he find out about that?

Her first instinct was to run to Ron and tell him what had
happened. But then she realized
that, duh of course, he was on the pitch.
So she turned and ran to the Headmistress� office.

�Sorry lass, she�s not in,� one of the gargoyles said to
her.

�She may have gone to the Quidditch pitch,� said the other.

Unbelievable, maybe she could talk to a teacher or find an
auror.

�Oh sod it,� she said and ran back to the third floor. She tapped the witch on the rump
(Dissendium!) and made her way down the dark passage. She ran in the darkness, doing her best to catch up with
Malfoy who had a big head start.

She paused when she caught sight of him up ahead of her, the
tip of his wandlight shining in the darkness. She whispered Nox, snuffing hers out as she followed him.

He pushed up the trapdoor and raised himself up and out of
the passage. Hermione waited a few
moments before following him.
Pushing the same door open, she lifted it only slightly to see if there
was anyone around. The cellar was
silent, not a word. Seeing that no
one was around Hermione, lifted herself out of the passage.

As luck would have it, she didn�t lose Malfoy�s trail. She heard his voice faintly coming from
somewhere.

She followed it to a door in the cellar that led to the
alley, possibly where the owner�s of Honeydukes received their merchandise. His muffled voice was heard outside of
this door and Hermione pressed her ear to it.

�I left the manor,� she heard a woman�s voice say. �Severus said it wasn�t safe. Dammit Lucius!�

�Where will you go?� Draco asked.

�I don�t know.�

�I want to go with you, mum.� Hermione�s eyes widened when she heard this.

�Oh, sweetheart.
It isn�t safe.�

�I don�t care!�

�I do. Draco,
they�ll hunt you down and find you.
Being a Death Eater is a role you can�t run away from, you serve the
Dark Lord for�life,� her voice cracked at the end of this sentence and Hermione
heard a muffled sob. �I curse your
father everyday for putting you through this,� she said with bitter hate in her
voice. �Why? Why are they doing this to me? Why has the Dark Lord turned against
our family? Even my own sister��

�I�m so sorry,� Draco said. �Dammit!� His fist hit the door and Hermione started,
jumping back and knocking over a stack of crates.

�Shit!� she whispered, managing to save them from crashing
to the floor but the door opened and Draco and Narcissa Malfoy stared at her.

*

�GO GO GRYFFINDOR!
GO GO GRYFFINDOR!�

The cheers of the crowd energized Ron as he hovered, keeping
guard on the goals as Ginny sent another quaffle flying past Corner.

�And Gryffindor has another goal making the game 40-0!�

Ron chanced a glance in the crowd and still couldn�t find
Hermione in the stands. He
resisted the temptation to look on the Ravenclaw side. He already made that mistake earlier
and a hot swoop of anger hit him unexpectedly when he saw Luna in the stands
with a giant bird on her head cheering on their keeper.

He brought his attention back to the game as a Ravenclaw
chaser came barreling at him, tossing the quaffle. Ron, mentally picturing it as Corner�s head, quickly caught
it and sent it flying into Ginny�s waiting hands. A bludger was sent towards Corner but he quickly ducked out
of the way.

�Shame,� Ron muttered.

Suddenly, there was a roar of cheers from the Ravenclaw
side.

�THE SNITCH HAS BEEN CAUGHT! THE SNITCH HAS BEEN CAUGHT! RAVENCLAW WINS THE MATCH!�

There was a groan from the Gryffindor side as the Ravenclaw
team hugged and cheered as they sank to the ground. The Gryffindors set down on the field and made the long slow
walk to the locker room in defeat.

�Good game everyone,� Ron said to his team as they sat in
the locker room. Words of
inspiration failed to come to him.
�We�ll get them next time.�

The team slowly and silently filed out. Ginny passed by him and put a
comforting hand on her brother�s shoulder. When all was silent and he was left alone, he threw down his
gloves and sat on the bench.

His first game as captain and they lost 150-40.

�You did really well out there,� came a soft voice. Ron looked up to see Luna standing in
the doorway, ridiculous hat off of her head.

�We lost,� he said quietly.

Luna walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. �But you were an excellent Keeper. You didn�t let a single quaffle
through!�

�Yeah, whatever,� he muttered. �Shouldn�t you be celebrating with your boyfriend?� he said
bitterly.

Her hand reached out and softly, tentatively caressed his
cheek and before he knew it, her lips brushed against his in the faintest of
kisses before she pulled away, getting up and leaving the locker room.

Ron sat there stunned, the memory of the feel of her lips
burned into his mind. In a daze,
he left the locker room and headed toward the pitch. It was empty now and he was all alone. Not that it mattered.

�YES!� he shouted out and raised his hands in triumph before
he fell backwards, spread eagle on the soft sand underneath him. He stared up at the blue sky, puffy
white clouds floated by, a goofy grin on his face.

Quidditch was the best game�ever.

*

�Granger!� Draco hissed.

There was a clatter on the floor above them and the sound of
someone coming down the stairs.

�Go! Mum, go!�
Draco said as he closed the door and locked it. He grabbed Hermione by her forearm and opened the trapdoor,
shoving her down into the passage before following her.

Hermione scrambled away from him, crawling on the floor but
she felt a hand wrap around her ankle.
She let out a scream but Draco covered her mouth with his hand, his body
weight pressed against her back as they lay on the floor.

�Shut up,� he hissed in her ear.

They could hear footfalls above them, walking all around the
cellar above them before disappearing as they headed up the stairs.

�Get off of me!� Hermione hissed as she elbowed him. He let out a grunt and rolled off of
her, letting her go free as she scrambled to her feet. She hit her head sharply on the ceiling
of the tunnel, disorienting her for a moment.

Once again, Draco grabbed her ankle, tripping her
again. She landed with a thud and
tasted blood in her mouth. She had
cut her lip. She flipped on her
back and raised her wand to him.

�Don�t!� he snarled and straddled Hermione pinning her to
the floor. He grabbed her wrist
and slammed it repeatedly on the floor until she let go of it in reflex and he
brushed it aside. Hermione kicked
and scratched at him but Draco reached back and hit her across the face with
the back of his hand.

�Nosy little mudblood!� he spat at her. �How much did you hear?�

�Enough,� she replied roughly. �Why are the Death Eaters after your mother?�

�Is Potter after the horcruxes?�

Hermione brought her hands together in a fist above her head
and sent them down hard, hitting Draco in the groin. He cried out and rolled off Hermione and she flipped over,
searching in the dark for her wand, hands feeling the damp dirt. Draco crawled over to her and grabbed
the hair on her head, slamming her head on the ground. Hermione saw stars and the darkness of
the tunnel began to get darker.

She would not pass out. She would not lose conscious in this tunnel alone with
Malfoy.

�I knew it!� he said and scrambled off of her.

�No!� Hermione grabbed his leg and yanked with all her
might. �I�m not letting you go
running off to your little Death Eaters!�

He turned and pounced on her, fingers wrapping around her
neck and pressing her against the wall behind her.

�Accio wand,� he said and her wand flew into his hand. To her surprise, he let go of her and
handed it back to her. �You keep
my secret, I�ll keep yours. I
don�t need your little Order finding out
about my mum.� He touched his wand
to hers, wrapping his arm around hers.
�Fidelius,� he said.

Hermione stared at him.

�Say it Granger!�

�Fidelius,� she whispered.

�I swear to keep everything that transpired here a secret,�
he said.

�I�I swear to keep everything that transpired here a
secret,� she repeated.

�I swear not to tell a single soul living or not that Harry
Potter is searching for Lord Voldemort�s horcruxes,� Draco said.

Tears fell down Hermione�s face. �I swear not to tell a single soul living or not that
Narcissa Malfoy is running and hiding from her Death Eaters and that Draco
Malfoy will help her escape.�

He moved his wand away from her. �And just for good measure,� he made a slashing motion with
his wand and Hermione felt a sharp sting across her chest, Draco winced at the
same time. �Now we�ll know if we
break this promise. Got the idea
from you,� he said and pointed to his forehead. �S-N-E-A-K.�

�I hate you,� she glared at him, wiping the tears from her
face.

�Feeling�s mutual Granger,� he replied. �But I love my mother and I would do
anything, anything, to keep her safe.�

�Do they know?
Your friends?�

Draco scoffed.
�They�re not my friends.
They like me for my money and now that that is fading, they fear me
because I�m a Death Eater. They
think I�m still doing their bidding.�

�And you aren�t?� she said sharply.

Draco glared at her.
�We�re done here.� And with
that, he walked away from her.

Hermione sat for a while more, fighting the sobs that
threatened to spill from her. What
had just happened? Did it really
happen? She staggered to her feet
and a sharp pain shot up her leg.
It was painful to stand on it so it took longer than usual to get out of
the tunnel, and it took a lot more energy. She was tired and sweaty when she stepped out from behind
the statue. The castle was filled
with laughter and voices. The
match must be over. She stepped
out into the landing and immediately ran into Ernie.

�Hermione!� he said with concern, taking in her appearance.

�Ernie,� she said before exhaustion completely took her over
and she collapsed. He caught her
before she could fall.

She woke up some time later in the hospital wing, a familiar
head of red hair was resting on her bed.

�Hey, you�re awake,� he said softly.

�I missed the match, how did you do?� she asked.

Ron stared at her.
�Hermione what the hell happened to you?�

�I�had a little accident on my way out to the pitch. I fell on the stairs and I guess I must
have passed out.�

She could tell by the look on his face that he wasn�t buying
it. But he didn�t press her about
it. �I�m going to tell McGonagall
you�re up. She was concerned about
you.�

She felt horrible about lying to him and she watched him as
he left the hospital wing. She put
the curtains all around her, giving her some privacy as she silently began to
sob.

~*~

�When you arrive at Azkaban, you will obey Auror
Freeman. You will not make contact
with the Dementors, nor will you give them reason or cause to make contact with
you,� the captain said as Harry and his group stood at attention. For the first time he was dressed in
the requisite black Auror robes, still not official like those who had gone on
past training, but it made him feel more like the part of the group that he was
training with. �You will carry a
bar of chocolate on you at all times.
You will learn proper protocol and paperwork when admitting a prisoner
into Azkaban. Do not talk to the
prisoners. Do not answer them if
they talk to you.�

The group huddled around a portkey, a faded fedora, waiting
for it to be activated. Harry felt
the familiar and queasy pull as he and his group were transported to
Azkaban. A feeling of unease
settled upon him as he gazed upon the wizard prison. There were more than a few unsavory characters within these
walls that would love to wring his little neck, not to mention the effect the
Dementors had on him.

A tall auror approached them. �My name is Freeman.
I will be your instructor today on proper Azkaban protocol. Follow me if you will for a tour of the
facilities.� Harry raised the hood
of his cloak over his head as they proceeded into the building.

�This is the minimum security area. Wizards and witches held here have
usually done petty crimes although we do have some murderers and those charged
with assault here.� The group
filed past large cells with long metals bars on them. A handful of Dementors hovered in the corners of the room
and Harry did his best to avoid them, feeling their cold clamminess seep into
his insides.

They moved through several gated doors with multiple locks
and charms on them. �This is the
maximum security area. We hold our
most serious offenders in here. We
are currently holding several Death Eaters here that we had captured during a
failed ministry raid nearly two years ago.�

Harry stared straight ahead, from the corner of his eye he
saw a head of pale blond hair and knew immediately that Lucius Malfoy was in
the cell. The others were not so
distinguishable and Harry just wanted to hurry and get the hell out of this
room.

His scar gave a slight twinge and he rubbed it as they
walked further into the building.
�This is our booking area,� Freeman explained. �This is where the prisoners are first brought in to be
processed and where we will begin our lesson.�

�Ah!� Harry gasped in pain as his scar throbbed violently.

�Harry! What is
it?� Brian asked, coming to his side.

�We need to get out of here!� Harry gasped.

�What?�

BOOM!!!

A loud and large explosion sent dust, rock and debris flying
at them as everyone hit the ground.
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