Title: A Wish Your Heart Makes

Chapter: 2/?

A/N: 10 House points to rainyday88 for correctly guessing which episode this fic is based on.

When Harry's eyes became accustomed to the gloom that now surrounded them, he saw that he was still in the Gryffindor Common Room, but there was something different about it. The curtains were torn, the carpet was in tatters and there was dust everywhere.

"Harry?" He heard Hermione ask, "Where are we? What happened?"

"I don't know," He replied, as panic began to set in, "I just said that I wished… The locket!" He suddenly realised what must have happened.

"What about it?" Hermione asked, obviously confused.

"It must have granted my wish"

"So you-know-who's been defeated?" Hermione asked.

"He must have been"

"Cool!" Hermione said, a smile spreading over her face. Harry looked around once more.

"Yeah," He agreed, "But at what cost?"

"We should find someone who knows what's happened," She suggested.

"What about the locket?" Harry asked.

"I'll take it," Hermione said, putting on, "it could be our only way home"

Harry nodded and got his feet.

"Well," Hermione said, "I don't think there's anyone here"

Hermione couldn't have been more right. The common rooms were deserted. The corridors were deserted. Where children's shouts had once rung through the halls, only the ghost ventured. For in Voldemort's defeat, devastation was brought about, and the once magnificent Hogwarts was now no more that a ruin.

"There's no one here" Harry said, after they had searched the corridors, "not a soul" Hermione shivered. The sun was setting and without any fires the castle was cold.

"Well, maybe we can find someone at Hogsmeade who knows what's happened," Hermione suggested, "we're sure to be able to find a room in the three broomsticks"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, somehow knowing that they wouldn't.

Hermione shivered. It didn't seem such a good idea to leave the castle now. They had been expecting Hogsmeade to be brighter, livelier. But it wasn't. It was almost dead. The lights had all been smashed and it was dark and creepy and horrible. There was a feeling of death and destruction which they hadn't been able to shake off since they left the castle.

Suddenly they heard the sound of a bottle being kicked behind them. They spun around to see Draco Malfoy standing in the shadows. The bottle that he had kicked rolled across the road and only stopped when it hid the shop over the road from them. There was something different about him. He was wearing muggle clothes, black leather trousers and a white t-shirt.

"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. He had never been so pleased to see him.

"Potter," Draco said. But there was something odd about the way he spoke. Hermione could have imagined it but it seemed almost predatorily.

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked. He was so glad to see someone that he didn't realise how much everything had changed.

"Oh, you know," Draco sounded like he was talking about the weather, or the time of day, "Dead, undead, about to die…"

"What do mean?" Harry asked, beginning to realise that something was seriously weird about this conversation.

"I was merely referring to your present situation,"

"Draco?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione?" Draco asked, slightly surprised as he hadn't seen her, "I thought you were dead; oh well, I'll just enjoy killing you again,"

Before his words had a chance to sink in, they heard a voice from the shadows.

"Boring, I hate it when they don't scream"