Draco's POV

     I walk in quickly behind Hermione to the Gryffindor common room, not wanting to be caught outside. She makes her way up to the boys dormitory and walks into a room. "Goodbye, the boy who lived." She says and raises her wand. "Avada Kedavra." She says while at the same time I yell, "No!" The spell goes off, and hits Harry. Before I can do anything, Hermione collapses and Ron tumbles out of his bed. "Bloody 'ell. What is with all the yelling? Who- Malfoy?" He says, eyes wide. "What are you doing in here." He asks and then his eyes quickly find Hermione slumped against the floor. "What the bloody 'ell did you do to 'Mione?" He then asks, eyes light up in rage. "I did nothing. She-she is bewitched. I-i think she killed Harry." I replied, eyes wide and blank. Ron's eyes widen and he quickly gets up off of the floor. "HARRY! HARRY! WAKE UP!" He yells while shaking him. Tears are streaming fast down both of our faces and Ron quickly looks over at me, a deranged look in his eyes. All of a sudden we hear a grunt and our heads both snap over to Harry. "What, Ron? What." He asks groggily. "Oh thank god." Ron says as he collapses down on his bed, a hand on his face. Harry's eyebrows wrinkle in confusion and then he quickly spots me, "Draco? What are you doing in here? Where is Hermione?" I cock my head slightly to my right and he looks down. "What happened to her?!" He yells. A frown comes to my face and I quickly reply, "Hermione, she is bewitched. She- she tried to kill you Harry. I don't know how she didn't but, thank god it didn't work." Harry's eyes widen as he looks at Hermione. After a moment of silence, he finally speaks again. "We need to talk to McGonagall, now." I nod in agreement and we quickly hurry off to her office.

     When we reach the gargoyles that lead to her office, Harry says the password, "Lemon drops." and we quickly hurry up the stairs. Right before we knock on the door, we hear a voice, "Come in."

Professor McGonagall's POV

     I know the instant someone is out after curfew. I always have, yet, I never have done anything about it due to Dumbledore's request. This time was no different, yet, I knew they would be here soon enough. That's always how it is with Potter and Weasley. I get up out of bed and before I even make it to my desk, I hear the pounding of feet on the stairwell. "Come in." I say tiredly, my hands folded under my chin. The door quickly opens and I am met with the sight of Potter, Weasley, Malfoy and a passed out Granger in Malfoy's arms. "Set her down and please explain what happened." I say quickly as I make a motion with my wand and a bed is made for Ms. Granger to be put on. Mr. Malfoy puts her down softly and that is when the story begins. 

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     "Hmmm." I say in deep thought. "So, this has been happening for a while, Mr. Malfoy?" He nods. I sigh and look up at Albus's portrait, "Well, this may be alot harder then. If we had known within the first couple weeks, not months, we could've gotten the person out of Ms. Grangers head alot sooner. Since it has been months, unfortunately, it is going to be near impossible to do anything about it. The person is so deeply imbedded in Ms. Grangers mind that you will barely be able to tell the thin line that makes up Ms. Granger and the person separately. After this, they will practically be the same person which makes Harry's life and everyone close to her in danger." I say, a serious yet run-down look on my face. "No-" "What?!" Mr. Malfoy yells, cutting me off. "Is there nothing we can do to help her?" He then says, standing up from his seat. "Mr. Malfoy, if you would, please, not cut me off next time." I say, getting annoyed. "Sorry, Headmistress." He replies, sinking back in to his seat while Mr. Weasley snickers behind his back. "Mr. Weasley, please refrain from being childish. Anyways, as I was about to say, at the moment, the most we can do while I figure out a solution is to keep Hermione herself. If she changes, we need to keep her in a single room so she doesn't start associating places with being someone else." I say, flicking my wand. Soon, several books come flying down from various shelves and on to my desk. "Can you three manage that?" I then ask when they don't respond. "Yes, we can." Mr. Malfoy says, a determined look in his eyes. I nod, "Good, now leave me to my books and get some sleep."

Edited 10-24-2018