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Author's Note: I really want to thank Crystal for looking over this and whatever 55 for betaing it.

Albus Dumbledore walks carefully through the trees in complete darkness. He knows where he is going or, at least, he thinks he does.

He has only been here twice and neither time ended particularly well. Once was when he was seven years old to visit Alivia after she changed and was taken in the night by the Sisterhood. That time he was denied entry inside and warned to stay away.

The second time was to plead for help against Voldemort, which was refused.

He hadn't attempted to harm them so it wasn't their problem but now with Hermione changing he would make sure that they knew he was just as much their problem as everyone else's.

The tower was within his sights it still looks just as powerful and mysterious to him as an old man as it did when he was a child. The only difference was the journey was less tiring when he was a young boy and responsibility didn't weigh so heavily on him then.

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Dabria looked like a beautiful young goddess. Her skin flawless, teeth, straight and white, long black hair and green eyes. She didn't look a day over twenty and if Albus didn't know she was nearly two-thousand he wouldn't believe it by the way she looked.

Dabria wasn't surprised at his arrival to the tower, but she was more friendly and inviting than the two previous occasions.

"You're here because of the girl I take it," Dabria told him, her delicate looking hands passing him a glass of red wine.

He didn't intend to drink a drop of it and he knew that she knew it too.

"Yes," Albus answered, there was no point in pretending he was here for any other reason. "I know she is one of you I remember Alivia going through the same thing, I just don't know how it's possible when all thirteen are still alive."

"It's a mystery to me too," Dabria informed him, her voice similar to that of a child on Christmas morning. "I know everything that ever was and everything that will ever be. I can tell you how and when I will die yet this girl is a mystery not only to myself but to my Sisters as well".

This was not the answer he wanted or was expecting.

"What can you tell me?" He asked, swirling the wine around in the glass.

Dabria let out a sigh, almost as if she were mentally going through what to say and what not to say.

"Until I and my Sisters know what she is the girl cannot know about any of this. Because if the girl is a threat to us or the Wizarding World we will need the element of surprise to stop her. "

"Her name's Hermione and you mean, if she's a threat you will kill her," Albus said, the disgust in his voice thinly disguised.

"Yes, I won't lie to you about it if we have to kill the girl we will. She isn't meant to exist, nor does anyone know what she's cable off," Dabria told him as if she were explaining to a small child why they had to eat their vegetables. "She's one of us and our responsibility, but for now, she will stay Hogwarts".

"And what happens if in that time Voldemort finds out what she is?".

"That it is your concern. I told you once we cannot get involved in this war. The outcome of this war is already written and any interference from us could lead to disaster".

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Severus wishes he knew where Dumbledore had crept off too. It was the middle of the night and he had been gone from the castle for several hours.

Somehow he had got roped into taking care of Hermione on his own so far she sleeping and her temperature had almost returned to normal but the whole situation was odd. The fact she couldn't be woken up or one minute she burning up the next she wasn't.

The earlier arrival of idiot friends demanding answers hadn't put him in the greatest of moods.

The only upside to the night was that he hasn't been summoned by the Dark Lord.

It was strange seeing Hermione Granger so quiet and still, no book in her hand or her hand in the air.

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