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Chapter 25: Hope

I looked on to the empty space
were Draco once was and the tears suddenly all dried up and I had no
more to shed. I felt hollow. I felt cheated. I felt angry at myself.

George couldn't have died could he? How? I
was right there. Right there! He--he-- I could've saved him...

I crawled back to the floor beside his limp
body and cradled George's cold body in my lap again rocking back and
forth, my head currently blank. Those mesmerizing hazel eyes of his
were wide open as if staring at me and saying 'Why didn't you save
me?'

Death. I couldn't handle it. Not when it
happened in front of my own eyes. Now I knew how Harry felt seeing
Cedric Diggory right before him-

But then visions of what happened between us
late last night began to come into my mind. His lips, his touches,
that moment of ecstasy when I pictured Draco with me instead. I still
couldn't believe what I've done. And Draco... sure he's a Death
Eater, I saw the Mark, I saw him in the mask and hood myself, but I
knew there had to be an explanation. If only I hadn't ran away before
listening. If only I heard him before forcing him to continue kissing
me. If I hadn't run off like that, then I would've met George and
those Death Eaters wouldn't have killed him and his father. It's all
my fault..

'Did you get the girl?' The
Death Eater had said. That could only mean one thing. They were
looking for me. If they would've found me none of this would've
happened. I wouldn't have cheated on Draco, George wouldn't be in
this mess and he wouldn't have died.

He died.

I let go of his body almost immediately and
crawled back on my butt frantically until my back hit the wall. There
was no blood nor nothing else that would tell Muggles how he died.
Unexplainable death. They were perfectly healthy people so how did
they die? The police would come and then what? What would happen to
me? Or what about the Aurors? Would they come?

I need to get away from here. I
couldn't stay any longer. This death, this guilt. No more. I can't
handle it.

What's happening to me? Why is
my life so messed up? Why can't I just lead a normal healthy life? If
only I didn't receive that letter from Hogwarts, then I'd be an
average teenaged muggle girl and nothing bad like this would ever
have happened to me.

Suddenly there were innumerable cracks and a
group of Aurors materialized from thin air. I was still sitting
there, my knees drawn to my chest, rocking myself back and forth. I
didn't want to speak. I was drained of my energy, my will to talk.

"We're too late," said a male
Auror. I didn't know who this person was. I quickly glanced up and
realized who the other Aurors were. Some, I didn't know, others were
part of the Advanced Guard that brought Harry to No. 12 Grimmauld
Place. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there hoping they
wouldn't talk to me or ask questions. I didn't know if I could speak.

I looked back down on the floor
when I saw the Aurors lifting up George's hand and then dropping it
so that it fell limply on the ground. "Two gone," said a
wheezy-voiced wizard. I figured he was probably Elphias Doge. I saw
him a lot in the Headquarters.

"They used the killing
curse," a woman's voice said sadly.

Someone punched the wall.

"Where's Megan Ukanis?"

"I dunno," said one.
The person turned and I was able to feel two eyes on me. "Who is
she?" I wanted to sink into the wall behind me and blend in.
Someone approached me and began asking me questions. I didn't hear
them. There were more questions, people's voices mixing and making my
head dizzy. I felt someone shaking my shoulders roughly but I didn't
do anything. I just stared at the floor.

Suddenly as the sound of a loud
crack, the person released me. There were voices, arguments,
discussions. It was as though they forgotten me.

But then I felt two eyes
staring at me and I lifted my head to met her gaze.

"Wotcher Hermione!" It was Tonks.
Her voice was loud and perky. How could she be happy in a time like
this? She came to me and crouched down on the floor. The other Aurors
were telling her how I wouldn't speak.

All of a sudden I wanted to
throw up. I felt my stomach and my esophagus clamping up and before I
knew I puked, my head dizzy. It smelled bad and I felt like I was
going to pass out.

Suddenly I felt Tonks' hands
lifting me up, making me stand on my feet. "It'll be okay
Hermione," she said in a soothing voice. My knees were weak and
I had to lean against Tonks for support. She muttered a cleaning
spell and yelled out something to the other Aurors but I don't know
what because in seconds my vision was gone and I was left in
darkness.

The only thing I remember were
staring at those two lifeless eyes of George Peters and then losing
it. I never felt more sick in my life.

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I woke up in a dark place but I
felt I really wasn't awake. My stomach was hurting and I wanted to
throw up again. Two hands were supporting me up. Parting my eyelids
slightly I saw bright purple hair which could only belong to one
person; Tonks.

"Oy Hermione? You awake?"

I groaned and rubbed my head
shutting my eyes because it hurt so much.

"Don't worry. Here drink this."
She offered me a vial of something. I thought it would taste awful
but it was pretty good. My stomach stopped hurting and my head was
clearing up a bit but it still hurt. "Harry and Ron should come
any minute now and take you back. Do you have the mirror with you?"

I raked my brain which took a lot of effort
because of the pain. "Mirror?"

"Yea," she said. Opening my eyes a
little more I was able to see we were in a dark park of some sort. It
looked really spooky. There was a bench nearby and she made me sit on
it. It felt a lot better than standing. "The mirror Ron gave
you. He did give you the mirror right?"

I was silent for a moment
trying to figure out what happened. Mirror? Ron?

Where was I?

"Ron did meet you didn't he?"
Tonks inquired, her hazel eyes stared into mine.

And then it all hit me. George's hazel eyes.
His unseeing hazel eyes. The mission I failed... Ron, the
mirror, Draco...

The potion she gave me was finally starting
to take effect and I felt better, my head no longer heavy and the
world no longer spinning around me.

"It's in my pocket,"
I told her after a minute long of silence.

Tonks gave a sigh of relief as I passed the
mirror to her. My head hurt a little less because of the potion but I
still felt drained of everything like I couldn't feel anything. Not
even the guilt and sorrow of George's death or having Draco with me
and then having him disappear within seconds before being given a
chance to take it all in, to understand.

"Good," Tonks said and then passed
it back to me. "Hold on to it. You'll need it later."

Wordlessly, I took it and
tucked it back in my pocket. Sighing I leaned back against the bench
and dropped my eyelids because they were feeling heavy.

"Harry?" It was
Tonks' voice after a long time of silence.

I looked up to see where Tonks was looking
at only to find myself looking into bright green eyes full of worry
and then relief. "Hermione! Thank goodness you're there. You
aren't hurt are you?"

Boy did it feel good to hear
his voice. So soothing and comforting.

"I'm fine Harry." And
it was all I was able to say. He had a portkey with him. Soon the
three of us felt a tug under our navel before hurling away into where
Harry wanted to take us. I thought Ron was supposed to come too, but
apparently he didn't.

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Sometimes when your sleeping, you can have a
lot of different dreams. Whenever you sleep you are supposed to have
dreams because dreams are what relieves stress. It is said if one
doesn't dream for over a long period of time, their psyche can be
damaged. Thus the reason why I dreamt that night Harry took me to
Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

I don't remember all I dreamed, but I do
recall bits and pieces. Like blood and chains. Pale skin glistening
in a dark cell. Muffled cries and painful moans.

And then there was that darkness.

That darkness that consumed everything.

That was when I woke up.

I woke up seeing a pair of blue eyes staring
at me. Shaken, terrified, and somewhat pleased at the realization of
who it was, I sat upright and flung my arms around him sobbing
lightly into his chest, taking into account his smell and the taut
muscles of his arms wrapped lovingly around my trembling form.

"'Mione are you okay?"
When I made no sound of a reply and continued to allow the tears to
fall down my cheeks he continued, "Don't worry. It's all going
to be okay." It was Ron's voice.

I was still shaken by the dream
I had and continued to shed tears although there were no more of
those embarrassing sobs emitting from my deep within my throat. The
dream was still vivid in my mind. I was able to recognize that pale
body from anywhere. I had memorized every crevice and muscle, every
curve and angle of his body from our moments of heated exploring. All
that blood and those chains around his wrists had frightened me and
all I was able to do was cry.

Can it really all be okay? What kind of
dream was this? Was this a premonition? An image of what may happen
in the future? A warning?

Ron patted the top of my head
and stroked my messy tangles of bushy hair. It was a sweet gesture
full of warmth and very calming. His large towering form was giving
out strength that I realized I missed.

"'Mione, I'm sorry about
everything I did. I really am. I shouldn't have done that. It was
wrong. I was stupid--"

"I forgive you." I
said it so easily, it surprised even myself. How was it that I was
able to forgive so easily?

I pulled my head back from his chest to look
at Ron in the eye. His blue eyes showed how sincere his apology was.
He was genuinely sorry and even though he tried to break me and Draco
apart as well as Harry and Ginny using that Polyjuice Potion, I was
able to find it in my heart to forgive him. After all he was my
friend. He just cared about me that's all.

"Thanks Hermione. I realized that you
really do love Draco and if he is the one to occupy your heart then
so be it. I have no objection."

There was a lump in my throat
after hearing about Draco. I was angry at Draco yet I was able to
forgive him too with just that tight embrace and that kiss. Was I
going soft? Did Draco deserve my forgiveness? What is it that he's
hiding from me? And that dream? Was Draco in danger?

My heartbeats raced as I
pondered this. No nothing could happen to Draco. He'd be all right.

I was able to see Harry from the
corner of my eye, standing by the doorway. His emerald eyes were
bright and he had a pleased smile. I pulled away from Ron and allowed
Harry to take me in his arms as I still sat there on the bed with Ron
beside me.

"I'm glad you're safe Hermione. We were
worried. You are okay right?"

I grinned up at Harry. "Yeah.
I'm fine," I told him, pulling away and dabbing my eyes with the
back of my hand. The dream was momentarily removed from my brain at
the sight of my two best friends. I realized then how much they mean
to me.

Sitting back against the
pillows I closed my eyes with a contented smile. However that
instantly vanished when I heard Draco's name being uttered by Ron's
lips. I opened my eyes immediately and searching for him. Oh how much
these eyes of mine were seeking out to rest upon his cool gray. How
much I ached to be in his embrace, to have him kiss away all the
doubt and tears.

Yet there were no being out
there besides Harry and Ron and I looked back at them with
disappointed eyes. There were so many questions arising in my mind.
Too many questions. And I knew they had questions for me too.

"Why did you leave
Hermione?"

I don't remember who said it but I do
remember not giving an answer. It was understood. No words needed to
be spoken for we all knew the answer to that. I don't know how they
knew but they did. Their knowing eyes told me they did.

"Do you know how foolish that was?"
It was Ron this time, his temper rising. I saw Harry put an arm on
his which got Ron to quiet down. "Good thing Aquil told us where
you were or else I was going mad looking for you."

"What do you mean Ron?" I asked
him sitting up from the pillows I was resting on and leaning towards
him. "Aquil? You mean George told you--"

"No," Harry interrupted. "George
isn't Aquil. George is Aquil's older brother. You know him. He's the
guy from Three Broomsticks. The one Lavender goes out to meet every
so often."

My jaw dropped comically. "Him?"

Harry nodded his head as Ron's face was
slowly going back from red to his normal tan. "Aquil and George
are both from the Order. Megan, their mother, doesn't approve of it.
She only knows Aquil is in it but George didn't tell her. He knew
that his mother was tangling herself in the Dark Arts and that he
needed to keep an eye on her."

"Megan? The Dark Arts? I don't
understand Harry, she's such a nice lady. She even taught me how to
control my magic--"

"She did," Harry interrupted, "but
if she were to for a while longer, she would have took you straight
to Voldemort. We're not too sure why he wants you, but it's apparent
that he wants to get you at all costs. Megan hadn't told him anything
because she isn't a true Death Eater and that she knew Aquil would
somehow stop him. She was simply testing out your powers, looking for
the right time to run off to Voldemort. She didn't want you to
control that magic for the good, but for the bad."

"Oh." I really didn't
know what to say to all that. There a long silence after that as I
processed his words. I was living with them for so long, I was
getting lessons by her in controlling my magic and she was training
me to control them for evil? You can't trust anyone these days.
However somehow I felt Harry was hiding something from me. There had
to be a reason for what's happening. Why would Voldemort want me?

And then I remembered what Draco told me the
day I found out I lost my baby. Voldemort wanted my baby to be the
Dark Lord's heir. But why did he? Why me? And why through Draco?
Wouldn't he want to have his own blood and not Draco's running
through his heir's body?

"What about Draco?" I said all of
sudden. Ron looked gazed with me with his blue eyes completely blank
but it was Harry who spoke and thus I turned to look at him.

"I'm not too sure Hermione but just
trust him. I do and you should too."

That wasn't really what I meant by the
question, but I suppose Harry was right even though I was thinking
about an entirely different thing. I just needed to trust Draco a
little more. We made a promise to each other long ago to never break
each other's hearts and yet we did. Maybe if we just trusted each
other more it wouldn't have happened.

I nodded my head. None of my questions were
being answered. There were just too many to questions in the answers
to my original questions. It was getting me dizzy.

"Harry? What's going to happen to us?"
I asked all of a sudden. I was thinking about this a lot while I was
telling him my tale. The war against Voldemort was getting too
confusing that I thought it was. So many people, so many stories all
intertwined into one. What will happen in the end? At this point
chances for us winning was slim. The Pureblood families weren't
reliable and no one was to be trusted. Look what happened to Megan?
She was so kind but in the end she turned out to be on their side and
her husband and son were left dead.

And that got me to thinking
about George I just wanted to cry again.

"I don't know what will
happened to us Hermione," Harry said soothingly taking me into
his arms. Ron nodded his head, agreeing with Harry. "But don't
worry. Everything will be all right. We'll get through this," he
said happily, stroking my hair as I leaned my head against his chest.
His steady heartbeats slowed my own down which were beating
frantically due to the thoughts I was having. I stared up to him
through my watery eyes and saw a little speck of hope in those green
eyes of his. It was small but it was still there.

"Just promise you won't
run off like you did," Ron said, his hand on my shoulder.

I then looked over to Ron. His
tall, secure form emitting stability. The both of them were always
there for me. Nothing bad can ever happen to me as long as they were
around. And as long as they were around there won't be a need to ever
run away. I learned my lesson. I won't repeat that same mistake.

"I promise," I told him sincerely.

Maybe Harry and Ron were right.
Maybe everything would get better. If Ron and I were back to being
friends and if we were now all together again, maybe we would get
through this to the end. With them I knew they wouldn't ever let
anything bad happen to either me or Draco.

As long as I had friends like
them around there was always...

...hope.

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