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Harry Potter was dead. Not physically, but mentally and spiritually. His soul was dead. Hermione watched in fascinated horror as Harry faced down Lord Voldemort. In the wee hours of morning, after Voldemort realized Harry Potter would not turn himself in, he had come into the midst of battle himself to search for the Boy-Who-Lived. Hermione listened to Harry and Voldemort speak with bated breath. Could what Harry said be true? Was he the true master of the Elder Wand? And as the first rays of dawn burst across the battlefield, they moved. Harry's Expelliarmus met the Killing Curse in the center of the circle the two had been prowling around. The Elder Wand spun in the air, towards the master it would not kill and Harry reached out and caught it. Voldemort's body fell back, his red eyes losing their malice as they stared unseeingly at the sky.

A pregnant pause filled the air. And for the first time that year, Hermione let herself hope. Hope for a better future without the Dark Lord breathing down their necks, a future were muggle-borns were accepted, a future without a war, but a home. And that was when the world turned on her. Harry's beautiful emerald green eyes flashed crimson as he dropped to his knees clutching his scar. His mouth let out an earth-shattering scream. Hermione's brain froze. This was not supposed to happen not when-

"Her-Hermione," Harry choked out. And his green eyes returned. Hermione stumble forward to him but someone pulled her back. She struggled in her captor's arms but they held her in an iron grip. "Hermione, I can't hold," Harry screamed again, his eyes screwed shut. "I'm…horcrux…He's not…d-dead!"

Hermione struggled harder. She turned to see none other than Draco Malfoy holding her back. She fought with renewed strength. "Let. Me. Go. You. Bastard." She snarled. But before she could do anything, Harry spoke again.

"He's good, 'Mione." Harry grunted. Then he looked straight into Malfoy's eyes. "Take care of her." His green eyes flickered red once more before returning to their pain filled green. "Run."

And with that he closed his eyes resignedly. When they opened again, they were red.

Harry's lips twisted into an evil sneer as he picked himself off the floor, twirling the Elder Wand between his fingers, regarding it like a child would look at a new toy. He cocked his head at the crowd. Wondering. But this was not Harry, Hermione realized.

"Voldemort," she whispered, giving up fighting and standing limply in Malfoy's arms. Her mind was numb.

A flash of green light quicker than anyone could anticipate, and Molly Weasley fell to the ground. Ron bellowed and started running towards Voldemort. A warning rose to Hermione's lips but before it left, another flash of green, and Ron fell. Dead. Once again the Great Hall had become sheer chaos. But amongst it, Voldemort slowly turned towards Hermione who could do nothing but stare numbly in Malfoy's arms. But Malfoy pushed her behind him.

"Save us," he muttered in her ear before he raised his wand shakily at Voldemort.

"Step aside, boy." Voldemort's clear high voice rang from Harry's lips. "I do not want to waste your magical blood. Step aside from Potter's mudblood."

Hermione's mind was reeling. Why was Malfoy protecting her? But more pressing matters were at hand. She shut down her inquisitive side and went into survival mode, but when she glanced around she felt bile rising in her throat as all around her, her friends were dying. She did the first thing she could think of. Muttering the spell and twisting her wand in a complicated spiral, she took Malfoy's hand and spun on the spot. The last sight she saw before the crushing blackness took her was Voldemort's fury filled eyes.

With a crack, they appeared in a forest. She quickly let go of Malfoy's hand and vomited onto the ground, emptying the meager contents of her stomach.

"Where the hell are we, Granger?" Malfoy asked worriedly as he rubbed her back. She didn't answer. For once, Hermione Granger didn't know the answers.

"Hermione?" She stared into Malfoy's gray eyes, surprised that he had called her by her first name. "Where are we?"

"I don't know." She whispered. Her eyes filled with tears. Everyone was dead. Harry. Ron. Ginny. Neville. Luna. Mrs. Weasley and countless others.

"But you apparated us! You can't apparate without determination, deliberation, or whatever the fuck you need! But you need to know where you're going!" Hermione could see he was starting to panic. "Where the bloody hell are we?"

Hermione closed her eyes. "I didn't apparate, Malfoy. You think apparition would have saved us? Harry's gone! The prophecy was fulfilled, and Harry died!" Her voice broke. "No where on Earth is safe for us anymore. Me, because I'm a mudblood and Harry Potter's best friend and you because you stood between me and Voldemort!"

"No where…on Earth." Malfoy whispered. "We're not on Earth?"

Hermione shook her head sadly, "The spell I used was called Alia Ratio… I found it in a book when I was researching horcruxes. A wizard discovered that there are other…worlds. Other dimensions. And so he designed a spell that would work like apparition, but it would open up a sort of portal to another world. He recorded his findings and tried it, I suppose. He disappeared. It's thought of by some, as Dark Magic, because it's a branch of magic that has no solid proof behind it and the only people who use it disappear. Once you're in another dimension, it's impossible to return. The spell is irreversible."

"Can't you just use the same spell and go back to earth?" Malfoy inquired hopefully.

Hermione shook her head. "No one has discovered how to decide where you're going. It's only to be use in dire situations, such as…"Her voice broke again, "Such as ours."

"So to sum it up, we're stuck in another world which we have no knowledge about whatsoever, and are expected to somehow restart our lives again?" Suddenly Malfoy's eyes got theatrically large. "House elves could be running the government here for all we know."

Hermione let out a watery chuckle. Then stopped abruptly. "Magic." She whispered and quickly drew her wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa." She pointed her wand at a rock. It floated in the air. She let out a sigh of relief. With magic everything would be much easier to handle. Hopefully.