Author's Note: I have rewritten the first chapter! It's a tad bit longer but not very significant length wise. I tried to make the dialogue more believable. xD And I tried my hardest to make the '2' days. I kinda failed by a day, but at least it wasn't a year. :P

LISTENING TO: Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Chapitre Six

Hermione Granger had stopped going to class. There was no need to keep up the farce that school was the most important thing in the world. After all, she still had books. She could teach herself better than any professor.

The bushy haired girl was still at Hogwarts, but instead of finding her listening to a class lecture, she was usually found at the Hospital Wing helping Madam Pomfrey tend to not only the school's residents, but also patients who should have been residing at St. Mungo's but couldn't due to lack of space.

"Miss Granger, can you lift the patient up?"

Hermione nodded as she looked up from the notes she had been writing, she reached into her pocket and took out her wand, 'Wingardium Leviosa'.

Madam Pomfrey had her wand out and was chanting steadily under her breath. Green salve coated the bed sheets with every moment that passed. The patient, who was currently hovering in the air, had burns all over her body, the salve was to soothe the pain and repair the skin's tissue.

"I'm finished, dear."

Hermione gently and slowly brought down the patient back to the bed. As the sixteen year old girl began putting her wand away, the woman, in her young 30's, turned her head, something that which no doubt brought a great deal of pain, and gave Hermione a grateful smile. The Death Eaters had shown no mercy when torturing her, her face, neck and even scalp had faced heavy damage from burns. That little smile was worth a lot of pain, it pained Hermione while also bringing joy to her heart. Truly, Hermione felt that this was where she should have been at that very moment.

Hermione smiled back and was distracted from asking her if she needed water by a soft cough. She quickly schooled her features to look stern when she saw it was Ron.

"Have your classes finished?" She asked him with a tsk.

"Yeah. Everyone already headed out to the Great Hall. Are you coming?" Ron had invaded Hermione's personal space as he tried to peek at whatever notes she had on her clipboard. She hit him with it to keep him away, but inwardly, she treasured those few second she felt his breath so near her face. "Madam Pomfrey, may I?" She looked over her shoulder, towards a bed where the old nurse was tending to another's wounds.

"No need to ask, dear. You didn't even eat breakfast. Everything is taken care of, run along with your friend." Hermione smiled and turned back to Ron who had been staring at the woman with the burns. Hermione hit him with the clipboard again.

What? Ron's eyes shifted away and towards the doors that lead towards the hall. "Let's go, I'm starving."

While they walked down the staircase and towards the Great Hall, Hermione felt the chill of the missing member of their group. Harry had disappeared the day before his sixteenth birthday. No one had a clue where he had gone, nor if Voldemort had a gotten hold of him. The Daily Prophet had been headlining, 'Potter Runs Away, The-Coward-Who-Lived!' while the Quibbler had 'Missing Hero, Dead?'.

When Hermione had heard the news of Harry's disappearance, she instantly knew it was only going to be a matter a time when he'd suddenly pop up. There was no way that Harry would run away, it simply wasn't his character. Voldemort had him in his clutches, Hermione was sure of it. It was only a matter time and he'd escape, alive and ready to tell the tale; what always happened.

A month had passed and no one had spotted or heard word from her best friend. She had started to lose hope, but Ron was a good anchor. He was 100% sure that Harry would survive whatever dangerous peril he was currently in. Anyone who said otherwise would be met with a shrug from the red head. Hermione, realizing how Ron matured, became even more flustered when she was around him.

Ron also knew Hermione doubted if Harry was even alive anymore, and would always hug her or hold her hand, assuring her it was going to be all right. It made her feel guilty every time she forgot about Harry and thought only of the weak feeling behind her knees.

She was turning into a puddle of goo.

As they finally stepped onto the ground floor and walked towards the Great Hall, the entrance doors suddenly opened before them and there in light from the sunset was Remus Lupin, holding a large bundle wrapped in a blue blanket. Snape had walked past the werewolf professor and towards the dungeons in a hurry from behind. While Ron watched the potions master in alarm, Hermione's eyes zeroed in on the bundle in Remus' arms. It had dirty blond hair.

Luna! The loony witch had been missing for a few days.

"Ron." Professor Lupin seemed to have recognized them, "Go get the Headmaster, tell him to come to the Hospital Wing. Hermione, let's hurry to Pomfrey."

Ron nodded and began running up the stairs while Hermione went over by Remus' side. "Is it.." She asked, hesitating, "Luna?"

"Yes. She's in a comma."

Hermione nodded as she walked quickly, needing to be faster than Remus yet also aware she was still at school and there was no running in the halls. But then she realized what she was thinking and hated herself for it. Right now is not the time for rules. And she sprinted down towards the hospital wing.

It took two weeks for Luna to wake up and as Ron put it, "At least she's not a vegetable."

Luna currently was under the belief she was five years old, however, compared to other five year olds, Luna acted old for her age.

"She was like this at five years old, her speech isn't unusual nor an indication that she still has all her knowledge intact after age five." Mr. Lovegood, also editor of the Daily Prophet, sadly remarked on his daughter two days after she woke up.

"She was obliviated by the Dark Heir." Snape had explained as he administered potions, minutes after Remus had put Luna on an empty bed, two weeks prior. "He showed her more mercy than I thought possible."

"How is this mercy? She may never wake up again!" Ron had argued.

Angry, Snape spat and looked pointedly around the room, "Do look around at other victims of the Dark Lord's regime. Count your blessings."

End Note: Thank you to all your reviews from chapter 5! Hope you liked this chapter. :)