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Author to Reader Note: This is part two of Chapter 18
I warn you ahead of time that like chapter 18, this will still be a little choppy since two weeks are passing in this and previous chapters. I do not know how well I will convey the passage of time as the Charity Quidditch match arrives.
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Revised 5/19/04
Harry Potter and the Turmoil Within
Chapter 19
Field of Honor
Part 2
Over the course of the next few days things seem to be normal, considering that this was Hogwarts.
After meeting with the Gryffindor players, Harry told Ron what he had begun to plan. The part Ron would need to play and how they would need to set things up.
With each passing day after that, Harry took notice as Hermione changed. She kept her hair back, now showing her face and altered her clothes. Even others were seeing the differences as Harry watched the heads of other boys begin turned and stared. It was about that time that Harry had realized that Lavender was right, Hermione did have quite a noticeable form and the school's reaction was just as confirming of it. Boys looked on in surprise while the opposing gender seemed less enthusiastic about her.
The most prominent evidence to that realization was during the beginning of the weekend, the school was gathering in the Great Hall for lunch and the three friends walked, side by side. Upon approaching the Great hall, a Slytherin boy was speaking quietly and closely with a Hufflepuff girl on the side. As they drew near, Harry watched as the Slytherin boy suddenly moved his direction of sight away from the Hufflepuff to Hermione. His distraction was lasting enough, that the girl took one quick look their way and then delivered a decisive slap to the boy's face. She stormed off with the boy following, stuttering in confusion. Hermione and Ron caught the slap of the Slytherin but Harry just chuckled, denying that he knew anything of it.
Not only did Hermione's appearance change but her attitude as well. Hermione was in and out of the library; it seemed quite possible that she had checked out every book at some point. Professors were calling on her and having her demonstrate. Snape was the only exception. He looked ready to stun Hermione at any second, wand in hand, as she twitched in her seat with an impending answer to any and every question Snape began to utter.
It hadn't escaped notice from either Ron or Hermione that Harry had been rather relaxed lately. He'd sit and do his homework with them, not bother by anything, whether it was difficulty with an assignment or the constant whispers around them. Even the annoyance of the newer students still in awe of the Boy Who Lived had no viewable effect on Harry. Instead each day he simply, attended classes, ate at the Great Hall even did his homework in an unnerving relaxed fashion.
It was most clear to Hermione of this when Snape made attempts to insult Harry in Potions but nothing Snape did to Harry or anyone brought out any resistive response. Snape was clearly in an unsettled state to know even his loathsome ways were not able to offend Harry and other students found that impressive causing the rise for more intense whispered rumors.
One evening after a day of classes of the following, Harry and Ron were at Quidditch practice and Hermione was in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione had been finishing an essay and checking her Arithmacy when Ginny suddenly plopped down next her at a table. Ginny wasted little time to start talking.
"There are a lot of rumors circling about… especially a particularly steamy one," spoke Ginny with mocking unconcern.
Hermione answered plainly with, "I don't listen or talk gossip."
"Not even if it's about you and Harry," she asked?
Hermione glanced at her a second and responded, "What about me and Harry?"
"You don't listen or talk gossip," mocked Ginny in a fake prissy tone.
"That's true," replied Hermione and continued on her homework, saying nothing more.
A few minutes went by and Ginny spoke again, slightly whiny, "Don't you want to know?"
"Not really," answered Hermione, "You're the one who wants to tell me… which means there's something you want to know…I want to finish this… so either tell and get out of your system or let me get my homework done."
"Fine," snapped Ginny, now mocking with disapproval, then lowering to a whisper," People are wondering what happen with the two of you."
Hermione just gave her a puzzled look among the books and parchments around her, Ginny continued.
"What is anybody to think," whispered Ginny, a humored grin in place, " You leave class than Harry follows… gone almost the whole afternoon… no one knows where… then you were found asleep in the dormitory… completely exhausted, I might add… and Harry was found past out by the door to the girls' dormitory."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "So what?"
"So what," Ginny purred, obviously relishing this," A lot of people… including myself… would like to know what happened… everyone does… its obvious these past weeks you've been… rather reclusive… alone with Harry for one afternoon… and suddenly you're like a butterfly out of a cocoon… your clothes are… tightened in places… and you're using a spell to keep your hair back… you've got heads turning… so that says something happened then."
Hermione didn't look at Ginny but smiled and felt her face redden as she remembered what had happened with Harry. Ginny had quite a reaction to the expression as her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.
"You… little… harlot," she stammered, stunned.
Hermione shifted her gaze to Ginny and stated strongly, "Don't be ridiculous… if you must know… Harry… in a way… convinced me to… talk about my problems and then he simply told me… told me the truth."
"What truth," whisper Ginny in an interrogating like fashion?
Hermione stared back a moment and then averted her gaze, smiling, answering, "He told me I was… that I am beautiful."
Hermione looked back to Ginny, seeing as her face had gone white, her eyes wide, just staring back in shock. Hermione just sat there, ignoring her homework, letting what she said sink into Ginny.
Finally Ginny spoke, hesitantly replying with, "How do you… how do you know he wasn't… wasn't just saying that to help you?"
Hermione thought a second, remembering how she knew and then answered, "The eyes… his green eyes."
Ginny didn't say anything but her brow furrowed and Hermione realized that it was not a clear answer.
"I finally realized… before coming to Hogwarts this term… that Harry's eyes are the key to him," continued Hermione, whispering to Ginny, "Anything he says or feels reflects in his eyes… you can tell if he's angry or hurt just by looking at them."
"How does that tell you if he's… not being truthful," asked Ginny gently as she could?
"They darken… become less green when he lies," answered Hermione, "And they brighten when he says something… important."
"Wow… that's… that's something, "stuttered Ginny, "Nothing like the different rumors."
"What did you expect," snapped Hermione annoyed, "It doesn't matter much to what I say… everyone else is just going to draw their own conclusions anyways regardless of whether I confirm or deny anything… so why should I give any details?"
"Okay... so it's pointless," replied Ginny then asked a moment later, "What did you tell him… or do yourself?"
Hermione went back to her homework and refused any of Ginny's further persistence on the subject.
Meanwhile at the Quidditch field about the same time Harry sat in one of the high stands with Ron.
"Alright… we captains, "started Ron, unable to hide a grin, "Have decided there's going to be one beater from each house… our George… that kid Derick from Hufflepuff... then Dabus from Slytherin… and Janet from Ravenclaw."
Harry just nodded his head.
Ron continued with, "The chasers are made up mostly of Ravenclaws and Slytherins with one from our new group."
Harry nodded his head again and asked, "Keepers?"
"The Hufflepuff and me," replied Ron.
They just sat there for a while watching the different chosen players practice, seeing as they sometimes argued.
Ron broke the silence, "The only issue remaining is the seekers… everyone already said you… but no one is too keen on any other choice."
Harry turned to Ron and asked, "Why do I get the feeling this is where I'm suppose to say who?"
"You'd be right then," replied Ron, looking back.
Harry looked back to the field and placed his hands behind his head, responding with, "There's only been one whose made it the most difficult for me and we both know it… but I'm just the seeker… you're the captain."
Ron grinned and shook his head stating," Then this ought to be interesting."
Harry just smiled and said nothing more.
The next day was their Divination class and while Ron attended it, Harry sat in the common room, a book in his lap, Trelawney still refusing to allow him back, watching the clock since this was also Hermione's time for double Arithmacy.
Within in a short while Dobby appeared with a pop, a parchment envelop in its small hands. With a big grin, it handed the envelope to Harry and popped off again before a thank you could be given. Harry opened the envelope to find Hermione's Prefect badge, shiny and polished. He had asked Dobby for the materials but the odd elf insisted in near tears to do itself.
Removing the badge from the envelope, thinking of how he had it during the vampire infusion. He remembered that somehow the small thing had made him remember her during that confusing time. Then he sat the badge down on the arm of the chair, withdrew his wand and opened the book.
"Let's see if I can do this right," spoke Harry aloud, flipping through the pages.
The bell signaling the end of the morning classes rang. Students filed out of the class and Harry was waiting in an off hall that led to a storage area. As he had expected, Hermione had stayed behind for whatever her usual reasons.
But with time, she emerged and for Harry it was like slow motion. The door swung open and she walked out. He let himself watch Hermione pass by the door, holding her books to one side. Her school bag hanging heavily on her opposing side; pulling the fabric of the robe back. Her blouse crinkling around her front as her free arm swung and books shifted. Her skirt swishing, as it lifted and fell with each step taken. Watching her hair flowing slightly behind, a few stray strands brushing against her cheek that she pushed away as Harry remembered the feel of her skin when gripping her legs. The entire scene he watched here; created feelings and stirred sensations that Harry did not remember having before.
-If she hadn't made out of there… I may never have known this, - thought Harry viciously, his eyes filling with a tingling sensation, -Just barely a week to go, Krum.-
As he thought this, Hermione suddenly turned, looking around quizzically.
"Is someone there," asked Hermione to the open halls, reaching into her robes?
Harry shook his head, remembering why he was waiting for her.
"Yeah," spoke up Harry as he stepped out," Just me."
Hermione stared at him a moment, then pulled her hand from her robe.
"What is it Harry… why were hiding back there," asked Hermione confused?
"I need to talk to you," answered Harry, "Alone."
Hermione gave him a quizzical look but she shook her head accepting. She walked towards Harry then followed him into the side corridor and into a storage room.
Inside they stood a few feet apart. Harry fidgeted slightly, his hand in his pocket. Hermione couldn't help but be nervous, having Harry suddenly want to be with her alone in this dim room.
"What is it Harry," she asked quietly, after he shut the door?
Harry suddenly found himself nervous even having had planned this, it seemed so much harder now. He wasn't sure what to say or how to do it but he gave it his best go.
Harry reached into a pocket and withdrew his hand, holding it closed out to Hermione.
"I've had this for a while… well since the whole thing with Daken and I," stammered Harry," And I've wanted to give it back… but everything with Cho… I kind of forgot."
Hermione was staring at Harry trying to make sense of his words.
Harry felt very stupid as he felt this shouldn't be so hard, so he just opened his hand showing her his palm.
"Here," he finished.
Hermione looked down to see a badge in his hand… a Prefect badge… her badge. She took a quick breath, holding it for a moment, taking in the surprise.
"You… you have it," she stuttered, "When I turned in my extra work… I asked about it… but McGonagall said someone else had it… but I thought that to mean… that she had a new Prefect."
Harry felt his throat go dry and his body heat, something about this situation was stirring him.
"I saw you leave McGonagall's class… before everything in potions," replied Harry swallowing to speak," I told her… you deserved it… you couldn't just give it up."
Hermione just stared at the badge in his hand and slid her bag off her shoulder, setting it upon the floor, dropping her books to the floor. She reached into one of her pockets and looked back to Harry. She stepped closer to him, within his reach.
"I guess I have been useful enough," she said, a slight giggle to her voice.
Her humor was not received as she looked up to see her face change and darken.
"Harry," Hermione inquired?
"Don't," snapped Harry, interrupting her, cold emotion in his words, "Don't ever say that about your-self."
Hermione stared at Harry, too surprised by his sudden angered outburst to respond.
Harry took a quick breath and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them she could see the green of his eyes gleaming again.
"I don't know what would have happened… if you hadn't been there through it all," spoke Harry, swallowing hard, "That's not useful… that's incredible… that's."
Hermione watched Harry struggle to speak what he thought, even felt but she could see it was also extremely hard for him. Harry struggled on to say more but Hermione stopped him by placing her free hand in his and picking up the badge. Harry stopped and watched but Hermione placed the badge back in his hand and looked back.
Her cheeks redden as she asked," Pin it on me?"
Harry stood wondering; as she looked at him with her redden face. Moving slowly Harry stepped forward and reached for a bit of her robes. As his hand neared the fabric on her chest, trembling slightly, he paused. Hermione giggled quietly at his nervous hesitation.
Harry began to grip the material, pulling it away. His fingers brushed her chest and from the touch, his face shaded deep red. But he continued until the badge was pinned, stepping back, his expression still nervous and red.
Hermione looked at her badge returned to its place upon her robes, even if it was slightly at an angle but the effort was welcomed.
"I'll wear it… on one condition," she said quietly, withdrawing her enclosed hand from within her robe pocket," You need to wear yours."
Harry stared at her confused and replied," I'm not a Prefect."
Hermione opened her hand to Harry. There lie a piece of round metal, a jewel changing color frequently in the middle, words lined the edge of it, and the image of shield blocking a broken sword shined on the front. The Medal of Vigilance lay in her hand.
"How did you know about that," whispered Harry?
"I saw you throw it out the window," answered Hermione," I read the letter after you left the room… I was going to go outside to search for it… but you were already out there… on the bench… when you came in I decided to pretend that I was going to make breakfast… Dobby gave it to me in Ginny's room before we went to Hogwarts."
Harry looked at it, feeling his insides go cold with a sense of resentment and his expression became a mixture of anger and worry.
"I don't want that," he whispered harshly," I don't deserve it."
"I think… I know… you deserve it," she replied stiffly, not too surprised by his reaction.
Ignoring his expected discomfort to the medal, Hermione stepped forward, grabbing his robes and pinned it.
"Hermione," began Harry, shifting his eyes away and lowering his voice," You don't understand."
Hermione didn't give in though.
"Don't understand what," she snapped, somewhat harsh, "That you help people… even some that may not deserve it… that even though you're often reckless, it's because you're trying to do the right thing… that you ask for nothing in return for anything… that you don't want to accept people's admiration… that you don't want to be praised or cheered?"
She paused for a moment, taking another step closer seeing as Harry's eyes stayed astray.
"Maybe I don't understand, "she continued, her voice intensifying in both emotion and level, "Four years ago, the Sorting Hat said you wanted to prove yourself… you've proven yourself a number of times… and yet you still protect… you have all this fame… but you don't reap it… you don't take anything if you can refuse… you don't use people, make them do things for you… you could have everything… anyone… I always thought adventure was what you wanted… but it never seems to be enough."
His behavior was bothering her, angering her and Hermione wanted to get an answer from him but before driving on, an idea that maybe no one has ever done came to mind.
"Harry… what… what do you want," asked Hermione moving closer, only a step away now?
Harry kept his look away and having had enough of it, Hermione placed her hand on his face, gently pushing to it to face her.
At that single touch, there was an almost instant change to him. Harry placed his hand on top hers, pressing it harder to his cheek. His lips pressed tightly together to the point where they could not be seen. His eyes closed but his head moved without resistance to her gentle push. His brow furrowed, bunching the skin together tightly as did his grip on her hand followed in the pattern. It was as though he was in pain and Hermione wanted to press on but his odd change surprised her until an answer came to mind.
-He's fifteen and nearly all of it was spent with those horrid people, then come here facing murderers and monsters, - thought Hermione as the past flashed in her mind, -Did they ever give so much as a pat on the back for anything… has any one ever. -
Hermione thought on about it. Harry never had anybody for years, no one that gave praise, no one who gave any thought to him at all, no friends or real family. In fact the only people Harry opened up to were her-self and Ron. Harry didn't know how to be any other way. Daken said he wouldn't react like other boys and he was right, how could Harry with his past.
-A kind touch… when did he ever have such a thing… besides a quick hug… a peck on the cheek… those weren't something that personal, - thought Hermione continuing.
"After all these years," whispered Hermione, "What has this done to you?"
Harry didn't answer. It seemed he hadn't heard anything or noticed her thinking, only focused on her touch. In a way he seemed to crave it like starving for something and Hermione began to realize more of the answer.
"All the riches in the world… all the magic… all the fame… and none of it is anything to you," she spoke gently, drawing closer to him.
She stood against him while he relished the touch of her hand on his face, pressing closer to him.
"And all you want is something so simple," she whispered to him, her voice choking a bit.
The surprise to the simplicity of the answer delighted and thrilled her. She leaned forward on her toes, closing her eyes, touching her forehead to the brig of his nose angling her face towards him. She could feel his rapid breath touch her lips.
That which might have happened next, she would have to imagine as there came a loud thud from a door being slammed opened.
"We caught you," yelled a pair of voices in cackled humor following a click and bright flash.
Outside in the main hall, there came a loud streaking sound as two figures slid across the floor out of the corridor, unconscious, stopping at the far wall in the main hallway.
A moment later, Hermione emerged from the corridor to find Lavender and her sister Patti, laid out on the floor unconscious, broken pieces of a camera around them.
Professor McGonagall appeared as well.
"Ms. Granger," spoke McGonagall loudly, seeing the two figures and rushing to their aid, "What is the meaning of this?"
While McGonagall looked over Patti, Hermione checked Lavender seeing she was only stunned but happen to find a rolled up parchment with Hermione's name on it in her inner pocket. Hermione withdrew it and opened it. At first glance, she could see not only her name but descriptions of tarot cards as well. Hermione realized that they did a tarot card reading on her somehow. Seeing that the Professor was still checking Patti, Hermione stuff the parchment into her own robes.
"They're only stunned," announced McGonagall, "Now as I asked… what is the meaning of this… what caused this?"
Hermione stared at her, thinking on what to answer considering it all had happened so fast.
However she did not have to answer as Dumbledore and Maylen arrived.
"Professor McGonagall, see these students to the Hospital wing," spoke Dumbledore gently but firmly, "Ms. Granger, accompany her… then I would like for the two of you to have a private conversation."
McGonagall nodded without question but Hermione asked, "Conversation about what?"
Dumbledore looked at her, his face stern and gentle as his voice," You have been in a better spirits these few days… I believe it is time you spoke of what caused your… troubles… and McGonagall may well be able to empathize… only if you speak can we do anything."
Hermione nodded, looking back to the small corridor and replied, "What about Harry, he's still in there?"
"We'll see to him," comforted Maylen.
Professor McGonagall conjured two stretchers and placed the two stunned girls on to them. Hermione followed the professor away as Maylen and Dumbledore remained.
"I'm surprised they were only stunned considering what Harry's been able to do before," noted Maylen looking towards the corridor to the storage room.
Harry had not yet exited it.
"That's because it wasn't Harry that did this," answered another voice.
A figured approached from behind them with silent stealth in the dark shadows.
"This came from the girl," finished Daken as his face was lighten from the midday sun radiating from the nearby windows, "The feeling of the magic was different, reactionary but not direct force."
Maylen walked towards the corridor speaking, "Harry doesn't seem to be coming out, I'd better check on him."
"Maylen wait," spoke Daken, suddenly moving forward, gripping her arm," Don't you feel that?"
"Yes," she snapped, pulling her arm free of him, "Its pain… he might be hurt."
"He's not hurt," whispered Daken, a cracking sound growing from within the corridor, "But we may be soon."
The corridor was very dark but also cold and becoming more so. Daken's eyes allowed him to see the frost on the stone floor, glistening in the meager light. The stone walls had numerous cracks and more were beginning to appear as the cracking sound continued to grow.
Daken withdrew his wand and small growl resonated from him.
Dumbledore stepped forward, stating, "Put the wand away… or things will only get worse."
Daken turned to the headmaster, his silver eyes glaring, replying strongly in a growled tone, "It's growing… can't you feel it…its surfacing… the school can't contain it… I said I would stop him if it led this."
"And I said I would not allow you to harm Harry," stated Dumbledore sternly, his wand already raised and pointed, "And I have always kept my word."
"Why," asked Daken, his voice growling deeper, his own anger present?
Dumbledore stared at Daken a moment before answering, "Pain and rage are strong suppressors… as you know… you know what it is to walk in dark times… you've done so for many years while dealing with your losses."
Daken turned, looking to Maylen but she kept her gaze astray.
Dumbledore continued, "This is Harry's time… his time where every thing is unclear and no path seems right… and like you and his father, he too may have to take that path before he finds his way… now put your wand away."
Daken slowly slid his wand into his front pocket.
"Give him time," said Dumbledore, lowering his wand, his voice gentle again," It may be helpful for you tell him another story like you did of the sword."
There came an unexpected sound and all turned to see Harry emerge from the corridor. His skin was pale, nearly void of any color, the corners of his eyes looked wet but his cheeks were dry. His body was trembling and his breathe was rapid. His brow was covered in sweat and his hands were still clenched as fists. Harry's eyes were wide with confusion and seemed to be changing in depth of green colors.
"Harry," spoke Dumbledore, "Go back to your common room."
Harry began to slowly walk away, stumbling slight in his steps. Maylen made to move to his head but a look from Dumbledore told her not to. After a few minutes, Harry had left their sight.
"It would appear you were correct," stated Dumbledore, "Hermione may just be the one empowered by the Earth element."
"He looked… broken," whispered Daken as he stared down the hall where Harry had been.
"She crippled him," stated Dumbledore, a slight smile apparent, "She almost broke through him."
"What do you mean," asked Daken, his own voice emanating confusion?
"We all have defenses… barriers… the proverbial wall… that lets us hide our feelings… and the causes of them… like that which causes pain or fuels anger," answered Dumbledore looking from Daken to Maylen.
Neither of the two said anything but looked to each other.
"Those two… the sisters… interrupted something that may have solved many problems," continued Dumbledore," Harry is able to resist us all… but not her… Hermione seems to be able to harness an emotion… one he has too little experience with to repel… she crushed his resistance… and for the moment crippled him."
Maylen turned and walked away, saying nothing in her departure. Daken stared after her saying nothing him-self.
"I must see to details of coming events, "stated Dumbledore moving away, "Please do me a favor. Take Mr. Longbottom to Hogsmeade this weekend. He deserves a chance to enjoy sometime among his peers."
Daken said nothing and Dumbledore did not inquire to his silence but noticed that Daken only continued to stare in the direction that Maylen had gone.
Harry sat in the common room of Gryffindor house as lunch progressed on in the castle. The portrait hole opened and Ron entered, carrying a big plate of sandwiches and a jug of pumpkin juice.
Ron made ready to tell a joke but realized that Harry hadn't noticed his arrival. Instead Harry just sat in one of the chairs gazing into nothing.
"Harry," inquired Ron and then louder, "Harry!"
Harry blinked a few times and looked up to his friend.
"Dobby said you here… gave me this stuff," asked Ron, setting the items down and taking a seat across from Harry, "You alright, you look kind of out of it?"
Harry didn't respond.
"Harry," started Ron?
"Why did everything seem okay," asked Harry, not looking at Ron?
Ron stared back, the question unclear to him.
"At your house, Hermione seemed to be fine, "clarified Harry, "Even when we came to Hogwarts she seemed fine."
"What can I say, girls are weird," chuckled Ron, "And considering Hermione she's probably the strangest of them all."
Harry finally matched sight with Ron and his face showed that he was not impressed by Ron's implied humor.
Ron cleared his throat and answered," Its not like I really know any more than you do… but I'd say she wasn't fine… you just didn't notice."
Harry's eyes squinted, glaring at Ron.
Ron continued unfazed, "You didn't think it strange she suddenly wants to hold your hand… didn't want you to know about the reporters… she went into tears when the museum collapsed… when was the last time she went on about homework?"
Ron watched Harry as he spoke and Harry's expression changed with each moment.
"So I really didn't notice anything, "replied Harry, "Just like he said I would."
"Who said," asked Ron?
"Krum," whispered Harry, barely speaking.
Harry's eyes changed color, darkening, then red flashes appeared and Ron saw it all.
"You have no idea how weird it is to see your eyes do that," spoke Ron.
"What would you rather they do," responded Harry, "Glow like yours?"
Ron furrowed his brow and asked," My eyes glowed?"
Harry shook his head and answered, "When we had that argument in the Great Hall."
"Were they orange, "added Ron?
Harry shook his head again and Ron went silent thinking to himself.
After a short time, the two boys ate the food and drank the juice Ron had brought. They ate mostly in silence, both thinking their own thoughts. A bell rang and Harry stood up.
"What now," asked Ron?
"Class," responded Harry.
"Did you give Hermione the badge," inquired Ron?
"Yes," answered Harry then asking, "What about your brothers?"
"They're interested in knowing why but I said they'd find out," answered Ron.
Harry walked towards the stairs to the dormitories, replying with, "After the weekend, they'll know… especially Krum."
With that said Harry went to his dormitory and collected his things for the afternoon class with Professor McGonagall. As they headed for their double Transfiguration, neither spoke much as the prior conversation had left each to their own thoughts. Hermione was already present, as expected, but even though she was happy to see her friends, something seemed to be occupying her and Harry didn't have the chance to ask what it may be as the bell rang signaling the start of classes.
Harry let his momentary wonder of Hermione in the class delude. Lavender and her sister returned to classes the next day but apparently seem to stay quite clear of Harry for some reason he had not yet known.
The two weeks that that separated Dumbledore's announcement of the Quidditch match and the anticipated arrival of Durmstrang came to a near end as the final weekend arrived. A Hogsmeade weekend and the three friends were quick to be ready for a day of much needed wandering and mild shopping in the nearby village.
Early in the day, a short time after breakfast, Harry and his friends climbed into a horseless carriage for the trip to Hogsmeade. With the season late into the fall, many of the trees had lost most of their leaves and the early morning air was slight cool crisp but the sun warmed things up quick enough.
They roamed about among the different shops, seeing as many had already prepared for the Quidditch match and the arrival of students this day having sales and other Quidditch memorabilia. Ron and Harry didn't partake in any of the rush among the students. Instead they went along with Hermione in and out of numerous bookshops.
In one particular bookshop, while Hermione stocked on books, Harry and Ron both acquired a book each themselves. Ron's choice was an updated guide to Quidditch rules with addition of tips for captains. Harry's choice was the surprise to them as the book he chose was actually a journal. They inquired lightly but Harry only gave shrug and a why not response.
Trouble began when they went to purchase their items. The proprietor seemed quite happier than he needed by be when selling them their items.
As they left the shop, Ron insisted on carrying their bags and walked with them carrying it all in one hand.
Hermione was looking over the receipt of their purchase as they had combined it all to one sale.
Harry suddenly asked an unexpected question, "Ron, your friend Rela, didn't she come to Hogsmeade?"
Ron looked at Harry, surprised to be asked such a thing, but answered, "No she said she had plans with Cho for something."
Harry took the answer easily but then asked another question a moment later, "Is she a fifth year?"
"Yeah," replied Ron then questioned back," Why?"
Even Hermione shot a glance or to at the questions as well.
"I just wondering because I don't remember her at our sorting," now answered Harry.
"Oh," explained Ron "She's a transfer from Germany… she spent her early schooling in this country that's why she doesn't have the accent… but her dad transferred to Germany before she old enough to attend school for magic."
"When did she transfer here," finished Harry?
"This year," answered Ron, "Her dad does something for the ministry and I met her there."
"So there was another reason for why you were going to the ministry a lot," spoke up Hermione still looking at the receipt.
Ron didn't reply but his ears went red.
"Why do you keep staring at that," asked Harry, looking to Hermione?
"Our receipt, "she responded, "It doesn't seem to add up right."
They stopped and gathered around.
"Ron what was the cost of your book," asked Hermione?
"Five galleons… it was the deluxe edition."
"Harry, "asked Hermione next?
"Three sickles."
"And my books were ten galleons, "she responded.
Ron spoke up before she did, stating plainly, "We only paid 8 galleons for it all."
"It should have been fifteen galleons and three sickles," stated Hermione, "We barely paid half."
Ron and Hermione looked to Harry, the answer to the situation clear.
"I'm taking my journal back," announced Harry as he turned around.
Hermione spoke, "Don't bother with it… lets just go to the Three Broomsticks for a Butter beer."
Harry responded back, snapping, "It's not fair… and I'm not letting it go again."
"Let it go," stated Hermione strongly.
Harry looked back to her, saying nothing. Ron stood by looking between the two.
"Let them charge you less if they want," spoke Hermione, her voice softer, "They're doing it, not you."
Harry stood where he was for a moment; then turned back to them and they headed off. Walking on, they talk about other things letting the issue with the books behind them. Passing other shops and people on the path to the Three Broomsticks, they passed a dark alleyway.
Harry stopped and looked back behind them.
"What is it Harry," asked Hermione?
Harry whispered, "I thought I saw something."
Ron turned completely around following as Harry did the same. Hermione seemed to silently question their action but followed without response.
Harry took a few steps back along the path they had walked to the alley they had just past. He stood just at the edge while Ron stood by and Hermione withdrew her wand. Harry made a look and Ron reacted by moving quickly, reaching into the small and pulling somebody out.
"Alright you," shouted Ron, and then surprisingly said, "Neville?"
Ron had yanked Neville Longbottom from the alley. He looked terrified for some reason as he was trembling and nearly white as a ghost.
"Neville what's wrong," inquired Harry, confused?
Harry knew Neville had always been somewhat of timid person but this was even more than what Snape could do to him. At least Snape didn't make Neville feel as though he were in danger for some reason.
Neville began to stutter out his response with, "I got… I got separated… and … and then… I saw them… I'm not supposed to be here but… but our professor said."
Ron let go of Neville and Harry backed up a step to give his fellow Gryffindor a bit of room but Neville wasn't making much sense.
Hermione walked past the two and up to Neville, placing her hand and his shoulder. In an instant, Neville oddly seem to begin calming down and Harry caught it then. Her eyes, the brown in them brightened as if they were beginning to glow. Harry's mind flashed back to the storage room when the two person burst in. His back had been to the door so Harry had not seen who it was but remembered a bright white flash and a click like that of a camera. He also remembered what happened next.
Hermione had pulled away suddenly and in that same instant of the flash, Harry had felt something strong pass through and by him. Harry remembered the feeling, the feeling of going numb as if he was being stunned. Harry remembered Hermione whispering something and then leaving but everything after that became hazy as the world dim both consciously and physically. His body had reacted, Harry remembered, as the room had started to grow cold as he felt him-self resist the stunning affects happening to him. How his anger began to surface when she had been somehow forced to leave. The strange feeling of disappointment of losing the touch of Hermione's hand to his face and same the strange wish to have it back, replayed in his mind. Lastly remembering the pain feeling of loss and something else as Harry was left alone in the storage room.
Harry wondered why now he was suddenly remembering that moment and wondered how Daken, Dumbledore and Maylen had been there waiting for him. As if they had expected something, as if they or someone knew more than they were letting on.
As Neville calmed, Harry shot a quick glance at Ron, remembering the glowing orange in his eyes in the Great Hall. How the room wasn't going completely cold as it normally did with Harry.
Sir is no ordinary wizard… you are different from them… just like Weazy and Grangy… as are some others.
The words Dobby had said repeated in his mind as shot glances between Hermione and Ron, questioning under his breath, "Elementals… what are elementals?"
Hermione's voice broke his thoughts.
"Okay Neville," spoke Hermione, encouragingly, "Let's start again… why you were in the alley?"
"I'm not supposed to be here,' answered Neville slowly.
"Did you break a rule or something, "continued Hermione?
"No," replied Neville, "I'm in trouble."
"In trouble for what," continued Hermione yet again, her tone remaining soft but forward?
Neville looked at Harry, hesitantly, then answered, "They think I'm responsible for all the stuff… happening at the school."
Hermione locked eyes with Harry at that but he simply responded plainly, "I don't believe that… you a good person Neville… I don't believe you'd want to make people do anything wrong."
Neville seemed reassured by Harry's statement but not completely instead he looked ahead, past them.
Before Hermione could continue, Ron asked bluntly, "You mentioned they… who are they?"
Neville nodded his head, indicating behind them and answered, "Them."
Ron and Harry turned, while Hermione looked on. Three surely looking wizards approached them rapidly, wands already drawn.
They breached the distance quickly and wasted little time in making clear their reasons for such needed haste to their group.
"What are doing here, Longbottom, "rudely snapped the middle wizard, "You in for it now, leaving Hogwarts like this."
Hermione stepped forward in front of the boys, blocking the path of the wizards, demanding, "I'm a Prefect for Hogwarts and I want to know why you are?"
Hermione was cut off as the middle wizard reached out and roughly pushed her to the side opposite to Ron, nearly knocking her to the ground, giving off a small painful sound to the unexpected motion.
"Bug off you, "interrupted the wizard, ending with a nasty insult.
The next moment, though instant in reality, moved at a snail's pace for those involved.
Harry's eyes sparked red and his hands bawled to fists.
A flash brightened the scene around them and a thunderous boom followed.
The middle, most likely leading, wizard and the one his opposite Harry had only enough time to look at him before their view was drastically change.
The moment ended as the two mentioned wizards were suddenly and violently flung backwards away from the group. Smashing loudly through the wood and glass of a window of shop a short distant away.
The remaining wizard began to raise his hand, holding his wand but stopped as another wand was pointed dead center to his face.
"Give me a reason," warned Ron, holding his wand at the remaining wizard, glaring, his expression void but stern, finishing with, "Drop it or your next."
The remaining wizard let go of his wand in mid air.
"Accio," whispered Harry and the sound of stone breaking followed.
The two wizards, previous blasted away, were magically pulled through the stone, breaking it as they went through, from underneath the broken window of the shop. On lookers were appearing every where now and a crowd was forming.
The two wizards came to a stop a short distance from a Harry
Thunder could be heard in the distance and the sunlight on the Hogsmeade began to dim as clouds thickened in the skies. The temperature began to cool rapidly.
"Don't... ever," growled Harry, his eyes glaring and squinting, barely visible to the crowd, "Threaten a friend of mine… or any Hogwarts student again."
"Or what," mocked the wizard guarded by Ron?
Harry kept his gaze on the two wizards, that lay injured at his feet, answering viciously, "Or you won't have a chance to regret it."
People around them, villager and student alike were trading whispers and worried glances.
"You know this isn't going to look good to the public when presented in the news, "said a voice approaching from behind, "Three Aurors bested by students of Hogwarts… not just bested but surprised, countered and of course, humiliated by children."
Hermione looked behind them to see Daken approaching, his expression unsettled but a slight grin apparent.
"Of course this was avoidable, "continued Daken, insulting intentions clear in every word, "Had you been considerate, not to mention intelligent enough to announce that you lot were Ministry Aurors as procedure calls for."
Daken gave a chuckle and added, "And I don't think you're supervisors will be happy to know how… unpleasant… you were to the Boy Who Lived."
A quick breeze blew by, pushing at Harry's hair, revealing his lightening shaped scar.
The two wizards on the ground recovered enough to look up and see the scar as the third stood in shock, as pale as possible.
"Harry Potter… hero from the fall of the Museum collapse… treated so rudely by representatives from the very ministry that hails him, "finished Daken, humor growing in his tone, "Oh yes… that's good."
"That boy," began the third wizard, looking to Neville.
Daken interrupted him, replying to the impending statement, "Neville is here with me… and since I too represent the ministry, I'm chaperoning the boy… we were separated by a crowd… that's why he was alone… so now that you know, I highly suggest you all leave… now."
With a look, Ron lowered his wand and the third wizard picked his slowly. He helped the previously injured wizards to stand and the apparated out of sight.
Harry wasn't calming much, even as things around seem to go back to normal. The building crowd began to disperse, still whispering on the played out events. Harry stood there breathing slowly and deeply, a scowl still on his face. His hands still in fists, even as the cool breeze picked up, blowing harder.
Hermione came up to Harry, approaching slowly. Her inquiring smile and caring eyes did something silently to Harry, reversing his state. Meanwhile Ron checked on Neville, who seemed to be still shaken but otherwise reassured.
"Quick work with them Harry," spoke Daken, "Maybe now they'll think twice… even three times before trotting about like that."
"Leave me alone, "whispered Harry, knowing Daken could hear him, "You didn't lose Neville… you left him on purpose… leaving him in the crowd… you set this up."
Hermione, having been so close, heard Harry and looked to Daken, adding, "Being what you are, it's hard to believe you could lose Neville so easily."
Daken said nothing but simply looked at them, and especially at Ron who was glaring back at him, anger very apparent.
"I'm going back to the castle, "announced Harry.
Harry turned and walked back in the direction to the horseless carriages that had brought them earlier. Hermione walked with and Ron, after an assurance from Neville followed.
Harry had taken a couple of steps but stopped next to Daken, stated whispering, knowing Daken could still hear him, "Watch what you do… or don't do… with my friends."
With that said, Harry walked off, Hermione gave a nervous but stern look to Daken and Ron walked quickly by, not looking at all.
"I guess I should go back too, "spoke Neville quietly.
"No," replied Daken, "Dumbledore asked me to bring you here… and I'm not going to let this little misunderstanding hold you back… Harry has confidence you… enough to do some serious harm to other wizards."
Neville looked unsettled but happy at the statement.
"Let's get something to say thank you to Harry," inspired Daken.
Daken kept pace with Neville as he pondered the past events only minutes ago. Noticing that the temperature was still cooled and the thickened clouds were still dimming the sunlight.
-I hope you know what you're doing Dumbledore, -thought Daken, -Because he's dangerously close… and I won't let him have a chance to turn… no matter what you say… that rage is just too dangerous… and the desires within are growing.-
Back at the castle, Harry shut him-self in the boys' dormitory for the rest of the weekend. Hermione wanted to go in but by being a Prefect, she had to follow as well as enforce the rules which also included that girls' were not allowed in the boys' dormitories. She was relieved somewhat to know that Ron barely ever left for more than a few minutes him-self which meant that Harry wasn't alone. Something she was sure for some reason was not a good idea.
Harry did finally emerge for classes, when the weekend ended. Although he had hope to ignore it, the Daily Prophet had printed a very noticeable article about the Hogsmeade incident and Hedwig had brought letters from the ministry about it, Harry skimmed through them only to appease Hedwig.
Ron was able to nab the letters and give them to Hermione. To the relief of them both they were mostly letters saying apologies and that the behavior of the Aurors would not be tolerated. However they had mentioned that the particular behavior would not especially be tolerated for those as important as Harry and neither of the twos could help but notice that the letter stating that was the most crumpled of them all. Yet again, his fame proceeded him-self.
A day later, both boys were in the dormitory having finished classes and ignoring their homework for the moment. Ron was telling Harry about a humorous situation that had occurred in another class as he was told. However Harry stood at the window next to Ron's bed, where Ron lay glancing at the Daily Prophet, staring out into the field.
"Harry are you listening," asked Ron, seeing
Harry stared anxiously out the window, "What's got your attention?"
Harry continued to look out the window but he let a strange pleased grin appear on his face.
"The lake is swirling," answered Harry, quietly.
Ron began to get up from his bed and looked out the same window while responding, "So?"
"That means the Durmstrang ship has arriving," replied Harry, finishing with," And with Krum most likely aboard."
"Now what," asked Ron, plainly, eyeing Harry?
Harry turned and locked his gaze on Ron, eyes flashing a moment with red streaks, answering, "I want to go meet him… but tomorrow… tomorrow… he'll know how I feel about my friends being hurt."
Ron grinned slightly, "Alright then."
-Think I'll nothing… we'll see how much of nothing I'll do, - thought Harry as he and Ron ran from the dormitory to the common room, -Either way… he doesn't leave Hogwarts… at least not on his own. -
As they pass by the painting of the Fat Lady, leaving Gryffindor house, Daken stepped from a shadow in the common room.
"You really better know what you're doing Dumbledore," whispered Daken harshly.
Daken crossed the common room but stopped at a small sound heard by his vampire hearing. He turned to see an orange creature at the top of the stairs.
-Her cat, - thought Daken, - It knew her secrets… I wonder… could it have told Dumbledore somehow? -
Daken turned back and made his way pass the portrait into the corridor only to find Dumbledore standing nearby.
"Again in the house of Gryffindor," spoke Dumbledore pleasantly but a note of disapproval clear, "Come we must meet with officials from Durmstrang."
"Dumbledore," began Daken, "You should know what I sensed."
Dumbledore answered, "Much will be decided tomorrow."
"And hear I thought sports were suppose to be fun," whispered Daken, "Played on a Field of Honor."
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