Hermione's year had continued on, and it seemed as if she were cursed to find everything horrible in the castle and have it turn on her to rip her from the bliss of knowing each day pulled her closer to her twin. Her worst fear stood right in front of her in the form of a boggart: Tom's walking corpse telling her she did it to him, she let him die by leaving him. As she cast the spell, she felt herself shivering as she vaguely heard Professor Lupin say she could leave early, looking unsettled himself. Harry steered her towards the Gryffindor common room. She was tired, and she wanted her brother, but she was at a dead end with finding someone she could trust to help him and be her number one person, Lucius Malfoy may be somewhat trusted by her brother, but she didn't know him. And that made her wary. Hermione wasn't going to lose her hope though, for later that year, she found exactly who she would trust her and her brother's lives with. The one man she had previously thought might come in handy someday, Tom had written when she had told him of her plans...