Musings by Golasgil Sindar

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 10/12/2003
Last Updated: 02/08/2009
Status: Completed

This is a collection of unrelated short stories, Challenge responses etc. Now including a
continuation of Seel'vor's FOOL one shot.




1. Alternate Beginning for Summer
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Alternate beginning for Summer

She sat alone in his room at St. Mungo’s. Ron had gone home for the night with his parents. It
had been two days since that night Remus Lupin had come to her home to tell her Harry had been
taken to St. Mungo’s. She had cried as Remus told her and her parents how Harry had, in a fit of
wand-less grief blown the roof off of #4 Privet drive. The two Improper Use of Magic officials had
found him crying uncontrollably in his room, sitting in the rain. They had summoned help to contain
Harry. They had eventually needed eight enforcers to contain the magical force Harry was
unconsciously emitting. They had tried to stun him but he was completely unaffected. Out of
desperation they had summoned Albus Dumbledore to the scene. Somehow, tears in his own eyes Albus
had rendered Harry unconscious and whisked him away to St Mungo’s after sending Remus for her and
Ron.

She had felt like screaming “I TOLD YOU SO!” at the top of her lungs. She had known that Harry
had needed help but no one listens to a fifteen year old girl, even if she was the smartest witch
to come along in over a century. Instead all she could manage was to cry in her father’s arms and
beg to go to him. Her mother had quickly helped her pack a bag and Remus had taken her through the
flu network to St. Mungo’s before going for Ron. She had bullied her way into his room as quickly
as she could. When several of the Healers had tried to keep her away Albus’s stern voice cleared
the way for her to reach Harry’s side. She had only left him to venture to the toilet here in his
room. Albus had ordered that she and Ron be allowed unrestricted access to Harry. The staff had
brought her and Ron all of their meals. They had slept the first night in the chairs, hoping Harry
would wake.

Now Harry lay quietly, he had not yet woken from whatever Albus had done to him. The Healers had
assured them all that Harry had no physical damage, only mental ones, unfortunately they could do
little for him. Now that she was alone with him she held his hand in both of hers and talked softly
to him. She rambled aimlessly at first; just trying to reassure him that she was there through her
touch and her voice.

Albus quietly came into the room and sat watching them after Hermione had fallen asleep. He
conjured several pillows and tried to make it so Hermione would not wake up with pains from having
slept in such a position. He sat sadly watching them for an hour lost in his own thoughts. How
blind he had been, when Hermione had clearly understood Harry so much better. She had sent him a
letter the day after term had ended asking for Harry to be given help and support before he gave in
to his grief over Sirius’s death. He had believed that Harry needed to deal with his own emotions
without interference from others. He silently cursed himself for making another terrible mistake
where Harry had been involved.

She woke up the next morning her head on Harry’s bed, still clutching his hand, Harry’s fingers
had somehow become entwined with hers. Albus was sitting in the other chair quietly watching them
both. “When is he going to wake up sir?”

“Alas I do not know. The spell I cast on him will allow him to rest peacefully until he is ready
to deal with the world again. Unfortunately it was the only thing that would put an end to his
destruction of Privet Drive without harming him. I need to apologize to you for not heeding your
most accurate warning as to Harry’s state. I assure you it will not happen again, I believe it is
up to you to help him through this Miss Granger.”

“What? Me?”

“Precisely, he trusts you explicitly Miss Granger. Unfortunately I have lost his trust at
present, for reasons I am all too well aware of. While I will strive to once again be his trusted
advisor it is you alone at present whom he feels he can rely upon.”

”How can I help him now? I have been trying to get him to wake up.”

“Alas, again I must leave that up to you. Trust to your heart, I say that as one intellect to
another Miss Granger. Too often we become mired in our love of knowledge to feel what is in our
hearts. Trust in yours, forget your books and cleverness for now, There are more important things –
friendship and bravery and…" He trailed off for a moment letting her think. "What is the
last word Miss Granger, the word you could not utter four years ago? Can you bring yourself to say
it yet?”

She finally spoke in a very small voice “How long have you known Sir?”

“Since before your birth to be honest Miss Granger. Certain things are meant to be, this is one
of those things. It is no coincidence that brought the smartest witch along at this time, just as
it is no coincidence that Harry Potter was born to defeat this and most likely the next Dark
Lord.”

“But, that’s not logical.”

Albus leaned forward and spoke passionately for the first time Hermione could recall. “Logic
will only take you so far Miss Granger. Your heart must take you the rest of the way. Trust in your
heart, the emotions that brought you here two days ago, I still see them, barely controlled. Let
them loose; forget your fears and feel! That is what Harry desperately needs.” Albus stood and
walked to the door.

She stopped him just before he opened the door when she spoke up clearly. “Love Professor, Love.
That is the one word I have been unable to say to Harry.”

Albus turned and smiled at her, “Then I leave him in your loving care Miss Granger. Summon us
when he is awake, well when you are ready to anyway.” With a twinkle in his eyes Albus strode from
the room.

She knew no one would disturb them until she rang. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she
turned back to Harry. He needed her and she had sworn to always be there for him.

~~~~~~~~

This is an alternate beginning to my novel length fic Summer of Despair and Hope. Link is in my
Signature...

Gol



2. Alternate OOTP Scene
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This was inspired by a post mentioning sexual tension between H/Hr In their argument scene in
OOTP. P731 US ed. http://talk.portkey.org/index.php?showtopic=4048

Here follows my interpretation of that.

**Alternate OOTP scene**

“They’re not normal dreams!” Harry shouted in her face, standing up and taking a step closer to
her in turn. He wanted to shake her, “How d’you explain Ron’s dad then, what was all that about,
how come I knew what had happened to him?”

They were inches apart; she opened her mouth to point out how unlikely this all was when he
grabbed her upper arms forcefully. She thought for a moment he was about to shake her violently.
Instead he suddenly pulled her body against his and brought his mouth to hers. She had just opened
her mouth to say something and suddenly it was filled with his tongue. Instantly her brain went
into overdrive. WHAT! no this can’t be happening YES! AT LAST! mfff. With that final whimper her
logical side gave into her emotions. She brought her arms up and locked her fingers behind his
head, twined with his hair. She felt his strong arms wrap protectively around her.

Ron stood there gaping at them for almost a full minute before he sank down hard into a
chair.

She is kissing back, MERLIN! YES! Oh and she tastes wonderful, she is as delicious as she
looked. He had closed his eyes as he kissed her, he couldn’t bear to see her reaction if it had
been negative. They communicated through touch, their mouths spoke without words to each other and
they both understood just as they always did. ‘Do you love me?’ ‘yes, yes’ ‘and you’ ‘yes YES’ They
stood there oblivious to the world around them.

Ron finally came to his senses and stood up. Sirius still needed rescuing didn’t he? He shook
Harry by the shoulder but he seemed not to notice anything. He tried Hermione but got the same
response. “OY Hello!” he said shaking both of them roughly. “You can continue your shag session
after we rescue Sirius.”

They both turned and looked at him distractedly. Apparently they had both forgotten what they
had all been talking about. Just then the classroom door opened and Ginny walked in followed by
Luna.

“Oh I guess that answers that question at last. We recognized Harry’s voice – what are you
yelling about? Seems like the argument is over to me.”

“Ginny! Close the door.”


“Why are you yelling Ronald?”

…….



3. Mistletoe, Fred and George Style
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This was in response to the Holiday Challenge found here.

http://talk.portkey.org/index.php?showtopic=4622

**Mistletoe**, Fred and George style…


Ron sat in his bed with the curtains drawn. The package had arrived at this morning’s owl post.
Fred and George had come through at last.



*Bro,
Please be careful with this, there are several very strong charms involved. It will only work on
Hermione, per your request. Simply place this over her head and she will be trapped by it. Only a
kiss from her true love, surely that’s you Bro, will release her. While trapped she will be under a
full body bind, note that’s body only, her head will still be able to move. Also a silence charm so
this can be kept semi private if you choose.

Good luck and enjoy.

Gred and Forge
Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes*



This couldn’t be more perfect, now where to declare his love for her, common room or the Great
Hall? Both had their merits but the Great Hall during dinner seemed to be the best time. Everyone
would be there, he would have to act quickly though or a teacher would interfere and free Hermione
before he could. He stuck the box containing the enchanted mistletoe into his school bag and
hurried off to class.

*** ***

Ron was already sitting at the table when Harry and Hermione came in to eat, they were laughing
over something. They thought they were so smart, well I’ll show them. They sat down on the opposite
side of the table from him; it had been ages since Hermione had sat next to him. That was going to
change after tonight, no doubt about it. The three of them sat and ate, when Hermione stood to
leave Ron leapt to his feet and on top of the table, holding the enchanted mistletoe over
her.

She froze in place as everyone in the hall turned to see what Ron was doing on the table. Before
anyone could act he jumped off the table and planted a wet kiss on Hermione’s stunned lips. Nothing
happened…

“Ron! What are you doing?” He heard Harry cry out. Ron found himself violently pulled away from
Hermione and thrown to the ground. Harry stood in his place holding Hermione by the upper arms,
trying to talk to her. She was obviously screaming something at the top of her lungs. Suddenly
Fred’s voice rang out into the stunned silence of the hall.



“Greetings all, sorry to disturb dinner but apparently something has gone wrong.”
“What my brother is trying to say is you shouldn’t be hearing us if it all worked as
planned.”
“Right bro, oh I see the problem!”
“Oh, wrong bloke there yep I see it too.”
“Well only one way to fix this.”
“Yep he has to kiss her.”
“Oy what a shocker that.”



Hermione could clearly hear what the twins were saying though she couldn’t respond. She looked at
Harry pleading for him to somehow end this, tears streaming down her cheeks.



“Before we tell you how to end this let us explain what should have happened.”
“This is a demonstration of a new product, only ten galleons mind you.”
“Simply place the mistletoe over your true-love’s head and they will be immobilized until kissed by
the person that they love.”
“Should they not be in love with anyone at that time the mistletoe will fall to the ground, its
charms unable to act.”
“So, “
“Hangon there,”
“Oh drats, were ending now.”
“Come see us in Hogsmeade, just opened our first branch there for your pranking pleasure.”



Everyone was suddenly aware that Harry had been kissing Hermione for quite some time now, she was
obviously able to move again as her arms were around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His arms
were wrapped protectively around her, crushing her against himself. Quiet clapping was suddenly
heard; when everyone turned to see who was clapping it was Professor Dumbledore, twinkle in his eye
he was smiling broadly. Professor McGonagall joined in immediately as did most of the teachers. The
entire Gryffindor table erupted with applause, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff quickly joined in.
Oblivious to the cheering around them Harry and Hermione continued their open display of their
love.

The mistletoe suddenly burst into a heart shape, white sparks shooting around the room.

Lost in the cheering Ron scampered out of the great hall, followed quietly by a lost looking
Ravenclaw girl with bottlecaps dangling from her ears. Ron ran outside and towards the lake. When
Luna finally found him he was out in the water yelling for the giant squid to come eat him. “Really
Ronald, that’s not a proper way to kill yourself?”

He stopped his splashing and turned to her. “What, how should I do it then?”

She walked casually into the lake and out to his side. She looked over his shoulder then dreamily,
as though talking to a ghost standing behind him she spoke. “Did you really expect her to love you
and not Harry? She has been in love with him for a long time now, just as I have loved you. It’s
really easy for one who is in love to see it.”

“Huh?”

“Really Ronald you will need to work harder on the brain to mouth connection if we are to hold an
intelligent conversation.”

“Huh?”

“Oh bother.” She stretched up and kissed him firmly on the lips. She continued to kiss him until he
finally responded and kissed her back.

When they finally pulled apart, “oh.”

“Ronald?”

“Huh?”

“Please try to use words in a sentence; it’s much better for communication.”

“Let’s go inside I’m freezing.”

“Much better Ronald, you made an excellent sentence there.”

Arms around each others waists they quickly walked back towards the castle.


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A/N: Hmmm well there, plot bunny is done with me and off to someone else. Enjoy,

Gol



4. Handcuff Challenge
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Response to a Challenge found here.

http://talk.portkey.org/index.php?showtopic=3009

**Handcuffs**

Fred and George were huddled in the corner discussing something intently then suddenly Fred
turned to Harry. "Harry we have something for you"

"Yeah Fred and I think this will be the answer to your umm"

"Problem." Fred finished for his brother

"Yeah Ronniekins has told us what your going thru and we"

"Decided we had to help" Finished Fred again

Thank god we were alone in the changing room after quidditch practice. Then again knowing Fred
and George they had probably planned this meticulously to begin with. "Guys I really hope you
are talking about Hermione"

George brought a fancy box out of his quidditch bag. It was very flat and elaborately carved.
"Yep mate thats the rub aint it" He said offering the box to Harry. Harry took it and
carefully opened it. There sitting on a velvet cussion like some bizarre piece of jewelry was a
pair of handcuffs.

"Woah guys I don't think I should try bondage on Hermione, were not even dating
yet?"

The twins shared a glance and smiled mischeviously back to Harry. "Well this is something
special" Fred began

"We have had them for ages and couldn't figure out how to use them. See watch"
George picked up the cuffs and tried to put them on. They refused to latch onto his wrist.

"Now we pondered this for ages and finally found a reference in the restricted section that
we think matches these."

"OK you and Hermione are the only students staying over Christmas break right?" Fred
asked

"Yes, and I am determined to tell her I love her on Christmas day and convince her that im
telling the truth." Harry admitted

"Great, these should convince even her" George began

"These handcuffs will only work on people who are in love" Fred finally explained

"They won't come off until both people admit that they love each other." George
concluded.

"Wow guys this sounds perfect, umm any ideas on how to get it on her?"

The twins pondered this question for a minute then Fred spoke up. "Yeah mate we have two
ideas for you on that."

"One Put one end on your left wrist first then you start tickling her and during that you
slap it on her left wrist. Once on she's stuck with you until she admits her feelings to
you." George explained cheerfully

"Or two you challenge her. After you tell her if she goes into denial then tell her that
you dare her to wear the other end of this. Since it will only go on someone who is in love you can
safely put it on yourself. Then put it on in front of her and offer the other end to her."
Fred mentioned thoughtfully

Hmmm Harry said. "So let me get this right. These handcuffs are magicked to only be usable
on someone who is in love, and then only on the one they are in love with. Once on they will not
open until both confess their love. In the meantime we will have to do everything
together."

"Yep thats it" George acknowleged and Fred nodded

Harry was very nervious. What if the twins were lying? What if this was some big practical joke
of theirs? He shuddered to think they were playing a joke on him. Harry once again held up the
magical handcuffs. There was no hole for a key and so there must be a magical method to remove
them. But he was despirate to make her understand. "OK guys I will do it, but if your lying
and Hermione ends up hating me I swear I will kill you both"

"Harry! When have we ever played a practical joke on our financial backer?"

"Yeah mate this is serious stuff, were not joking"

"Were trying to help, George and I will give you back all the money you gave us and giveup
the jokeshop if were lying" Fred swore solemly

"Ok guys I believe you"

Fred and George looked relieved. "OK mate we'll see you at the feast tonight and good
luck tomorrow." With that they turned and grabbed their bags and walked out of the changing
room.

Tonight was the feast before everyone left first thing in the morning. Harry put the handcuffs
back into their box and placed it in his bag, making sure it was on the bottom. He hurried after
the twins.

The next morning was a blur to Harry. With everyone leaving just after breakfast, everyone
saying their goodbyes and trying to remember that last minute thing to take with them. After they
had all left Harry and Hermione were alone in the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione had curled up on the couch in front of the fire, reading of course, and Harry sat
beside her polishing his Firebolt. They sat like that for perhaps half an hour. A peaceful comfort
seemed to surround them. Then when Harry was putting his broomstick polishing kit away in his
quidditch bag, he noticed Hermione had fallen asleep. This was the perfect opportunity. He
couldn't let this pass.

He pulled out the box with the handcuffs in it. Opened it as quitely as he could. Taking the
cuffs out he noticed that the cuffs were warm from being in his bag in front of the fire for an
hour.

"Well now we see if im an Idiot or not" Harry thought. He held one end of the
handcuffs to his left wrist and with a soft click they went onto it. Hermione's book had nearly
fallen onto the floor. Harry stood slowly and took the book before it fell. Hermione looked so
perfect laying there sleeping. He couldn't believe he was really going to do this, but It
needed doing. She was just too stubborn. He knealt in front of her and held the other end of the
handcuffs over her left wrist. "I love you Hermione" He spoke quietly as he lowered the
handcuffs. With another soft click the other end went around her small wrist.

Strangely Hermione was not awoken by this. He carefully took her left hand with his and slid
onto the couch so He was now holding her as she slept. A minute later he was asleep, the woman he
loved cradled in his arms, his head resting on her shoulder.

Hermione woke from the best dream ever. She had dreamt that Harry had told her he loved her and
given her a bracelet for Christmas. The first thing she noticed was that Harry was wraped around
her sleeping. This gave her a warm fuzzy feeling like she had just eaten some fresh warm pumpkin
pie. Then she noticed the handcuffs on their left wrists. "Harry what have you done!" she
thought.

"Harry? Wake up. Harry!" she nudged him with her shoulder.

Harry woke with a start and immediately sat bolt upright. Hermione's left arm was wrenched
after his as he did this. She quickly grabbed his arm with her left hand so the handcuffs didnt
bite into her wrist.

"Harry what have you done?" She asked, a frightend expression on her face.

Harry stood carefully, he grasped her left hand again with his, and faced her on the couch. He
knealt in front of her and thought a minute then looked her in the eyes and answered. "I LOVE
YOU! Hermione Granger and these handcuffs wont come off until you admit that you love me."

"OH Harry how could you love a bookworm like me? Im not even pretty?" Hermione spoke,
shame evident in her voice

"Hermione you are my angel, you are the smartest and most beautiful woman I have ever
met!" Harry used his right hand to grab her chin and lift her head back up so her eyes met his
once again. "Again I say I LOVE YOU Hermione!, Can you deny this?" and with that Harry
kissed her.

Hermione went stiff in shock for a moment. Harry was kissing her! She then responded to the
kiss, grabbing the back of his head with her right hand she held him close to her and kissed him
back. For a minute they kissed, matching passion for passion. When at last they stopped gasping for
breath Hermione spoke. "I love you to Harry Potter!"

Harry quickly began kissing her again, barely giving them time to breath. He pressed her back
onto the couch and snuggled in along side her. They lay on the couch kissing and hugging for what
seemed like ages. Harry once again broke away and said "Happy Christmas Mione my
Love"

"Happy Christmas Harry" she replied.

The handcuffs lay gleaming in the firelight, forgotten on the floor

FINIS

Well there you have it. I just couldnt bring myself to have them fight. I think Hermione trusts
Harry enough to ask him about anything before she gets irate.

Gol.



5. Bring Me to Life Challenge
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This was in response to the Bring me to Life challenge here.

http://talk.portkey.org/index.php?showtopic=3039

**Bring Me to Life**

It was finally quiet. Weeks ago Harry had defeated Voldemort. Voldemort had lured Harry to
Godric’s Hollow. Harry had listened to Hermione this time and brought friends, lots of them. He had
wanted to go alone but Hermione wouldn’t let him.

“Harry James Potter, you are not going to sacrifice yourself. You know damned well that this is a
trap. Let’s form our own trap and make this the final battle.”

For a year Ron and Hermione had been practicing combat with Harry. They could work as a three
person team or in any pair. Dumbledore had made them practice with Himself, Moody, Remus, and Tonks
all trying to stun them. They had gotten pretty good at it. They had coordinated roles; Harry was
always the attacker, if both Hermione and Ron were with him they both defended the group. If Ron
and Hermione were together Ron attacked while Hermione defended. They were nearly unbeatable with
all three together but in pairs only Harry and Hermione could stand for long.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron had gone openly to Godric’s Hollow. Trusting Dumbledore to spring their
trap when the time was right. It looked like Voldemort had wanted this to be the last battle to; He
had brought nearly a hundred supporters and fifty dementors. Fortunately the dementors didn’t stand
a chance against three strong Petronius’s. The ensuing battle raged for several hours. Finally
Dumbledore had broken thru Voldemort’s defenses and Harry had taken the shot he had waited
seventeen years to take.

Voldemort was dead, gone, no more. Nearly a hundred had died in the battle, only a few Death Eaters
had survived. Many of the ambushers, students included, were dead. Ron had barely lived. Hermione
was as beat as Harry but had come thru unscathed.

They had retreated to Grimauld place, Ron was in the infirmary at Hogwarts along with many others.
Harry had immediately retreated to his room, Hermione to hers. The next morning Harry and Hermione
went to the Ministry of Magic to deal with the interviews and the congratulations. Neither of them
had wanted to go but they knew that the world would demand it. So like the Hero and Heroine they
were they faced the world together, answering all questions as truthfully as they could. Some
impertinent reporter had asked “So now that the Dark Lord is no more when can we expect the
announcements to go out for your wedding?”

Harry and Hermione had exchanged a brief acknowledging glance then Harry took a step back as
Hermione stood slightly in front of him.

“Harry and I are not willing to openly comment on that at this time. We need some time to come to
grips with the new world. I think today’s interviews are done.” With that Hermione turned and faced
Harry. When their eyes met they apparated away together.

That had been nearly three weeks ago. Harry had spent the entire time thinking and withdrawing
further into himself. Hermione dealt with the world, she knew Harry needed time to reflect so she
made sure he had it. Only Dumbledore and Ron were allowed past her to talk to Harry. Ron had taken
on the public spokesman role with relish. He basked in the attention of the media, though he was
not the hero of the day he was as close as the media could get to him. Harry was glad Ron was happy
out there, he was welcome to it. Why can’t I think? It’s like my brain has shut down.

Harry was hiding in his room again. Hermione decided that nearly three weeks was long enough for
him to reflect. She had made sure she was around in case he had wanted to talk, but all he had done
was stare at her and thought. She opened his door without knocking, she didn’t care if he was
decent or didn’t want to talk. She saw him laying on his bed, only a pair of boxers on. She went to
the curtains and threw them open the brilliant light of the morning came streaming into his room.
Like a vampire Harry recoiled from the light.

“MIONE! Stop that!”

“No Harry you are done moping about. It’s time to face the world again.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care what you want, we have done what you want for three weeks and you are still back
where you were. We are going to do what I want today Harry. Get up and go shower NOW!”

Harry knew there was no arguing with Hermione so he glumly struggled to his feet.

“Oh and Harry?”

He turned around just before entering his bathroom.

“I will pick your clothes, get ready and come downstairs soon or I will come back and drag you out
naked if I have to.”

Harry nodded his understanding and went to shower.

Hermione went to his dresser and pulled out her favorite set of clothes for him, they were going
muggle today. He’s going to take some work to get back to normal again. I have never seen him so
unresponsive. I guess the driving purpose of his life is gone and he doesn’t know what to do with
himself now. Well Harry it’s time for a new purpose I guess. She placed the clothes on his bed and
waited by the door until she heard the shower turn off. Then she left the room to wait for him
downstairs.

Harry came down ten minutes later, his hair was still wet but he was dressed in what she had
picked. “Ok Hermione I’m here, as ordered” He stood rigidly and gave her a salute.

“Ok Soldier march!” She opened the front door and they walked into muggle London.


A/N may do more with this, not sure. I need to get back to my Fic before I get lynched though. I
saw this challenge and the muse hit me so I had to write it. Hope you all like it so far.

Thanks
Gol



6. 3 Minutes in a Closet Challenge
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This was in response to this challenge here.

http://talk.portkey.org/index.php?showtopic=2941

**3 Minutes in the closet.**

Silly game...

She was pressed up against him as there was no room for them to stand apart. The door closed with a
sudden finality that shocked Harry. It was completly dark and stifling. He thought he was over his
fears, apparently he wasn't though.

She heard him whisper into the darkness "oh no, out... I need out." Quickly she pulled
out her wand and whispered "lumos." The relief on his face was shockingly plane. His arms
that had come up to touch the door settled on her shoulders.

He smiled at her "Thank you, you're a life saver."

She smiled back, "Anytime."

"What a coincidence that you picked my name out of all the rest of the guys."

She blushed a bit when she met his eyes, "Not really, I jinxed it so we would only choose each
other."

Realization flashed across his face as he let out a sigh. "Good, I couldn't stand to be
stuck in here with anyone else."

"Me either."

His hands slid down to her hips. "Does this mean what I think it means?"

"I believe it does."

They heard a shout from outside. "ONE MINUTE"

She sighed, "I wish they would just leave us alone like this. Three minutes is too
quick."

He grinned mischeviously at her. "We have two choices, lock the door, or go somewhere
else."

She returned his mischievous grin. "Mister Potter, I do believe you just asked me
out?"

"Woah you are a smart one aren't you Miss Granger, I do believe you're
correct."

She pointed her wand at the door "Coloportus." Then cast a silencing charm so they would
not be interrupted by those outside.

"You know I have always loved how resourceful and decisive you are."

She looked at him shyly through her long lashes. "Is that all you've loved about
me?"

His jovial expression suddenly disappeared, replaced by his serious one. Green eyes met chocolate
brown, understanding flashed between them like so many times before. Barely able to get the words
out he whispered. "No, in fact I can't think of anything I don't love about you. I
need you with me, always."

Keeping her eyes locked with his, she put her lit wand on the shelf above his head and wrapped her
hands behind his neck. "I swear to always be there when you need me, nothing will keep me from
you're side."

She saw relief flash through his eyes and a smile returned to his mouth, inches from hers.
"Will you be my girl?"

She leaned closer to him, her lips brushed his as she spoke. "Only if you kiss me."

He left no more room for talking. They both started out uncertain of just what to do. They were
both quick learners and their kisses quickly became driven, as years of suppressed longing were
unleashed. They found themselves needing more room than the confining closet.

Taking up her wand again, she pulled back, "Our room, Now!"

"Yes..." he teased her neck with kisses as she twisted to unlock the door.

Suddenly the door flew open to the immense shock of those assembled. The Head Boy and Girl looked
very discheveled. They chose to ignore the hoots and cat-calls as they ran, hand-in-hand, up the
stairs to their private rooms.

Ron gazed after them pondering, 'So all it took was ten minutes in a broom closet eh? Should
have made them do this two years ago.'

~~~~~~
A/N: Been pondering this challenge for a while. Hope you all like it, I put this in seventh year
obviously.

Gol



7. Downfall of a Darklord
-------------------------

**Downfall of a Darklord**

Harry and Voldemort had been dueling for nearly an hour. They were very evenly matched, Hermione
watched, unable to do anything from the magical cage she had been trapped in. Wormtail paced around
the room, he seemed to be trying to decide what to do. Several times he had walked by her muttering
about a debt. Harry looked exhausted but grimly determined.

Several times Voldemort had tried to land Avada Kedavra but Harry had dodged then he had
discovered that Godric’s sword absorbed that unforgivable curse.

Wormtail blocked her view of the fight for a minute, when she looked at his back she saw he held
Harry’s wand out to her. She quickly took it and slipped it up her sleeve. Wormtail glanced at her
then began moving around the room. Harry was dueling with her wand so he and Voldemort would not be
stuck in a battle of wills because of Priori Incantatem. This was a duel to the death.

She had to get out; Voldemort’s attention was on Harry so she risked a quick alohamora. The door
stayed locked; she tried the most powerful unlocking spell she knew; and heard a satisfying click.
She hid the wand again and returned her attention to the fight.

Wormtail stood a few feet behind Voldemort, he looked terrified. Suddenly he lunged forward,
silver hand before him like a sword. It pierced Voldemort’s back, Voldemort stood motionless for a
moment then slumped to his knees. Wormtail screamed in pain and pulled his hand from the wound. A
moment later and Wormtail had crumbled to dust; only the silver hand remained, blood-soaked upon
the floor.

Voldemort still knelt upon the floor apparently in shock. Hermione rushed out of the cage to
Harry’s side. He smiled at her and they embraced. Behind them Voldemort raised his wand and
muttered something under his breath. Hermione saw something red fly from Harry to Voldemort’s
outstreached hand. Harry immediately slumped, his smile dying on his face. She felt blood on her
hands as she struggled to hold Harry up. They knelt together; he met her gaze, that look that
always pierced her soul.

“Forever” he spoke and across that gaze she felt him flow into her. Suddenly he was there in her
head, she felt him concentrating on something more important to him than life itself, staying with
her. She felt him trying to bind his soul to hers but something wasn’t working. Then she
understood, she began working with him, they felt a joining unlike any they had felt before.
Suddenly they were one body with two souls. Harry’s body finally slumped in death.

They quickly discussed what to do and reached a mutual decision. They stood and ran to where
Voldemort’s body lay, blackened. Together they knelt and retrieved Harry’s heart from Voldemort’s
grasp. Then they took Wormtail’s hand and ran back to Harry’s body. They envisioned St Mungo’s
lobby and spoke “Portus” wand pointing at the silver hand.

They cradled him and touched the portkey. A moment later they were in the St. Mungo’s lobby.
“Help!” she called and a moment later the doctor arrived. They told him “Put him back together”

“Mrs. Potter, he is gone, let him go.”

“You don’t understand he is not gone; he would never leave me alone. He is here still; make his
body work again, fast!”

The doctors didn’t understand but being familiar with magical occurrences they grimly went to
work. A few minutes later they had the heart back in and were repairing the damage from when it was
ripped out of him. Another minute later and the body convulsed as they started the process of life
once again. It had only been ten minutes since he took his last breath. Eventually one doctor
turned to her.

“We have his body stabilized again. His body lives again but there is nothing inside, his soul
is gone, we were too late Mrs. Potter.”

“No you have done just fine. My husband’s soul is here with me in my body, we will need to put
him back.”

Everyone in the room turned and stared at Hermione. “How is that possible?”

“We have long been accused of being one soul split into two bodies maybe that is a requirement
for this to work. But before his body died he came into me and we bound our souls together, we are
now one soul in one body. We think together, we speak together, we have truly become one. We need
to speak with Albus.”

The dumbstruck doctors stood there, mouth’s gaping as Albus Dumbledore strode into the room.

“What has happened Hermione?”

“Voldemort is dead. After Wormtail kidnapped me, Harry found us. He was like an enraged god,
monsters, Death Eaters, Dementors, everything fell before him as he came thrugh all of Voldemort’s
traps to reach me. Finally he reached us and Harry and Voldemort dueled for an hour, I was encaged
in a magical prison, Wormtail the only other present. Wormtail seemed to come to a conclusion and
secretly gave me back Harry’s wand. Then he worked his way behind Voldemort. Once there he plunged
his silver hand into Voldemort’s back. Wormtail was consumed in the magical backlash, only his
magical hand remained.” She still held the hand she realized. “As Harry and I embraced Voldemort
summoned Harry’s heart from his body. As Harry slumped in death his soul came into my body, we
bound our souls together. He is here within me, we see, feel, and can think as one. Harry’s body
has been repaired now we must put him back.”

“Did I not tell you once Harry that you would be glad that you let Peter go free? Now, tell me
just how you two umm melded?”

Hermione’s expression changed slightly and it was apparent that Harry was now in control. “What
is it you have been teaching us for the last few years Albus? Think of the end result and don’t
worry about how to get there. Ok here is what happened at least. I realized if it was to work it
had to be done before my body died and my soul was released. So as I slumped in her arms I willed
myself into her, much as we have done so many times with legimancy. Once I was inside her I tore my
umm let’s call it a root for lack of a better term, free from my dying body and tried to attach to
Hermione. It wouldn’t work though until she helped. I guess she had to accept me as a part of her
before it could happen. But once she accepted me my ‘root’ anchored to her and we merged, there is
still a distinct Harry and Hermione. Right now she is allowing me to speak through her; while she
is busy thinking about what would be needed to put me back.”

“You never cease to amaze and astound me Harry and you too of course Hermione. This is indeed a
delicate puzzle you present me with. I would recommend we simply pretend that Harry is in a coma
for now while we work out how to accomplish this task.”

They nodded, “Alright we can go along with that for now. What about our children though?”

“That is entirely up to you both. They are with Ginny and Neville still I believe. Would you
like to speak with Mr. Weasley?”

“Yes that would be good, and have Neville and Ginny bring the children here.”

Albus turned to the still shocked doctors. “Place Harry in a room please, the official diagnosis
is coma induced by severe shock.”

All of the doctors nodded their heads several spoke “Yes, yes Chief Warlock.”

*** *** *** ***

A/N: This came about when I was asked for my take on Professor Dumbledore’s statement to Harry
at the end of book 3. How Wormtail now had a debt to Harry and he (Harry) would be glad of it some
day. I had originally thought this to be the perfect end for my Summer of Despair and Hope series.
Everything in here fits with it, merely advance about five years to reach this scene. Thus Harry is
using Godric’s sword and Hermione’s wand to duel… Oh wait, that hasn’t happened in Summer yet… Hmmm
oh well one minor plot element out of the bag about two chapters early. Enjoy, as always please
read and review. Oh in case anyone was wondering. Yes this is the chapter I mentioned in my review
of Musings (the one never before posted).

Gol



8. Book 6: Chapter 1
--------------------

**Chapter one, Book 6**. Well we can hope can't we?

A/N: Just an odd idea that hit me that wouldn’t fit in anything else I'm working on. Chapter
24 of Summer is coming along nicely, about 7,000 words currently and looking like triple that
before I'm done. I expect it done in another month or so, maybe sooner….

Anyway on with the Fic!

Gol

Harry had sat and stewed at Privet drive for almost a full week. Apparently he had been cutoff
from the flow of information again. Hermione had sent him two owls. He hadn’t replied to either
yet. Her first owl told him that she wanted to talk about Snuffles. The second owl she reminded him
that he should talk to someone about how he was feeling. She was trying to arrange to visit him so
they could talk. He hadn’t answered because he couldn’t bring himself to write anything like that
down. What if Voldemort intercepted it? Maybe he could talk to whichever Order member came and
checked up on him tomorrow? Maybe if it was Lupin he could, but not Tonks or Moody. He sat up late
into the night trying, like he had since it happened, to understand how he had been so foolish.

About noon the next day the doorbell rang. Dudley eagerly answered the door then screamed and
ran yelling “Mummmy!” This woke Harry and he had managed to get his glasses on when a soft knock
came on his closed door.

He pulled his wand out from under his pillow and pointed it at the door before asking, “Who is
it?”

A familiar voice came from the other side, “Remus.”

“Whats Hermione’s Petronus form?”

“Umm I don’t know. You never told me.”

“Oh, ok come in then.”

Several locks clicked and Remus pushed the door open. He looked haggard. Harry remembered the
full moon had just passed. “Hi Harry.” He closed the door and came across the room. Harry kept the
wand pointed at him but lowered it to the bed. “Moody is downstairs to keep the Dursley’s
occupied.” He pulled the hard wooden chair away from the desk and sat backwards on it about two
meters away. Resting his arms on the back of the chair he leaned forward slightly. “I know you’re
expecting me to ask a certain question so here it is. How are you doing Harry? There I asked it.
Now I can tell Hermione I did.”

“Has she been pestering you too?”

“Well let’s just say she is very concerned about you. If you don’t start talking to her soon she
is going to do something drastic.”

“Like what?”

“Oh I don’t know that’s what’s scary.”

“Well I am not ready to talk about it just yet. I still need to think about it myself. What does
that veil do Remus?”

“It was formerly used for those witches and wizards who had committed severe crimes. Crimes that
now warrant a life term in Azkaban.” Since Harry still looked confused he tried again, “It’s for
killing people Harry.”

Harry barely managed to whisper, “a…and there is no way back?”

Remus shook his head, “None Harry. I know you think this was your fault. It’s alright to take
blame for what you did. It’s not alright to take blame for what others did. Sirius was a fighter,
he knew the risks, we all did. If Dumbledore had been killed by Voldemort would it have been your
fault? Not in the least. We are adults Harry. We are responsible for our own actions. Maybe if
Sirius was paying more attention instead of taunting Bellatrix he would be alive today. He wasn’t
and he paid the price.”

Harry just sat there looking at him.

“Look at it this way Harry. Sirius was one of my best friends for more than ten years. I thought
he had done a terrible thing, I was wrong. We had just come to terms with that and now he’s gone.
We all lost something that night Harry. It’s our job to keep going, keep trying. That is what he
would have wanted us to do.”

“But what do I have left?”

“You are going to have to answer that question for yourself. I will give you one suggestion
though. Start by talking to a certain bossy, know-it-all witch who is very worried about you.”

“How can I talk to her? I can't owl her about this!”

“Do you still have that mirror Sirius gave you?”

Harry looked shocked and sat up straight in bed, “Yeah, but its broken.”

“Let me fix it for you. I will give her the other one. Then you two can talk all night
long.”

Harry climbed out of bed and went to his trunk in the closet. He pulled out one of Vernon’s old
socks it was tied off at one end and the other stuck out at odd angles. He handed it gently to
Remus.

Remus stood and poured out the glass shards onto the desk. He took out his wand,
“*Reparo**!*” The shards snapped back together. He smiled and handed the repaired mirror
to Harry. “There you go. Tonight after dark look into it and call her name. She should have the
other one by then.”

“Thanks Remus. I wondered where the other one was.”

“Alright? You’re stuck here for a few weeks then we will see where we go from there. Those are
very secure by the way. They only talk to each other. Those two are the only ones that still
survive. We each had one back in our Hogwarts days. Your dad’s and Peter’s broke our senior year
and Filch threw away the pieces.”

“Ok, thanks again Remus.”

Remus hugged Harry tightly then let him go. “Be safe Harry. Constant Vigilance! By the way what
is Hermione’s Petronus?”

“Oh, it’s an Otter.”

“Got it, for next time.” Remus smiled at him and headed out the door.

He heard them leave. He was alone again but now had a connection.



9. AU: Beginnings
-----------------

A/N: WARNING ALTERNATE UNIVERSE AHEAD!!!!

This could be very confusing so here is a character key.

James is King of a country

Lily is his Queen of course

Remus is James younger brother

Sirius is the youngest brother of James and Remus

Harry and Luna are brother and sister, identical twins except Harry got the dark hair and Luna
got Lily’s red hair

Hermione is the daughter of a Duke within James’s Kingdom.

Ron is the third son of an allied Kingdom to the west.

The elves are… the elves of course… (Think Tolkien Elves not House-Elves)

Enjoy,

Golasgil

* * *

There was a sudden shadow over them and the dragon was upon them. Harry saw his father flip his
visor closed and raise his shield and lance before spurring Melfinas towards the dragon. Arrows
flew over their heads but most bounced from the dragon’s thick hide. The four teens huddled their
horses close together, uncertain just what to do. Uncle Remus stood tall in his saddle and raising
his elaborate staff he began to incant a spell.

Harry and his sister Luna were suddenly pushed from the broad road by their mother Lily. Uncle
Sirius was urging Ron and Hermione into the woods before them. Emphatically mother yelled at them
all, “Move! Get out of the dragon’s path quickly.”

Harry shouted as the dragon roared, “Dad!”

Uncle Sirius shouted over the dragon’s roar, “Move child, he has stood through worse, you have
not.” His uncle’s words finally made the four teens spur their horses into the forest. Uncle Sirius
followed close behind them he stopped at the edge of the wood and turned back towards the red
dragon. He hefted his axe and waited to see if it would be needed. The teens made it into the
scorched forest as lightning crackled from Remus’ staff into the chest of the dragon. It roared its
anger and belched forth a huge plume of fire. The teen’s horses bolted recklessly into the depths
of the woods.

James was engulfed by the flames. Melfinas continued to charge as his master had commanded. The
silver-star crested shield of the King of Anfalas met the breath of the dragon and stood strong.
James ignored the fire to aim his lance properly at the red scales of the beast’s chest. The lance
slid across the scales and he thrust forward with all his might. The magical lance finally bit into
the armored hide of the dragon. It reared back, pulling up and nearly wrenching the lance from his
grip. He held on and with a mighty tug pulled it free. The beast spun off towards the mountains in
the east. Din-Cu buried three more arrows into its tail before it was out of range.

James pulled Melfinas to a stop and spun around to see how everyone else had fared in the brief
encounter. Fortunately no one else had been in the path of the beast’s fiery breath. The children
were no where in sight.

Din-Cu seemed to fly up into the top of a tree, watching the dragon as it flew off. The elf’s
eyes would be able to see it though well beyond the view of men. Din-Cu’s son Erelas moved off onto
the road before them, he vanished when he stood still upon the road.

Lily pulled her horse up next to her husband. Her hand held the powers of healing ready and was
anxious should he require it. His armor radiated heat and steam rose around him. The plate barding
on Melfinas had shielded the mighty warhorse well. She was relieved to see he sat straight in his
saddle his injuries would not be great. The King passed his lance to his youngest brother Sirius
and he raised his visor. The King’s eyes met the Queen’s, he flashed a smile at her and asked, “How
did we fare in this encounter?”

His other brother Remus answered from behind him, “We scared him, it’s a young one you were
right about that. My lightning was ineffectual I will have to try something else next time. The
elves got some arrows into it but your lance turned him away we will pursue him to his lair?”

Nodding the King replied, “We must, the beast terrorizes my people, would it return to the
mountains we could let it be. Though I do not believe we have driven it that far. Din-Cu, whence
does the beast flee?”

The slim elf stood before them a moment later. It was hard to keep him in sight as his Elven
garb masked his presence when he stood still and Din-Cu moved so fluidly he seemed to glide not
walk, “It appears to lair just within the mountains. It will lick its wounds, thinking we will do
no more. It is still confident in its own might. Yet I perceive another problem. Whence have your
children and their friends gone?”

All of the adults suddenly realized that the children had not yet emerged from the woods. Din-Cu
whistled quietly and Erelas ran back to them. The elves strode silently to where the children had
been ushered into the woods. Together they ran off into its depths, heads bent low.

“I fear their horses were spooked by the encounter.”

“Yes Sirius I fear you are correct.” James took his lance from his youngest brother and headed
into the woods behind the elves.

Several minutes later they came to a small clearing. The earth was churned by the charging of
hooves. Erelas stood waiting for them upon the tracks, his concealing cloak thrown back. When they
stopped close to him he addressed James, “Father has decided to try and catch the children. They
are likely far into the deep wood. Their inexperienced mounts will not stop until exhausted. Yet
they flee back whence we came and there is naught there but frightened villagers.”

Remus leaned over and asked, “Did he say if we should follow or wait?”

Erelas shrugged his shoulders, “Wait here or finish the dragon, he shall return the young nobles
to you safely King of Men.”

Trusting in his friends abilities James asked, “Can you lead us to the lair of the dragon?”

“If that is your desired course, certainly.”

“Very well let us put an end to the beast. Din-Cu will be disappointed he was unable to assist
in its slaying.”

“Father may yet arrive in time to assist.”

“I wish that he would. Come let us do the deed.” The King wheeled his warhorse around and
galloped back towards the road. The rest quickly followed in his wake. Erelas strode alongside the
party then sprinted ahead of James when they reached the edge of the clearing.

* * *

The world went dark. Their exhausted mounts finally heeded their commands to stop. The
unexpected clatter of hooves on stone echoed about them. Once the horses stopped only ragged
breathing, both equine and human could be heard.

Hermione’s voice called out, *“Litae!”* The tip of her staff shone brightly. They were in a
cave.

Harry spoke into the silence that followed, “There are no caves such as this near where we
were.”

Ron looked around and asked, “Then where are we?”

Hermione answered, “That I do not yet know. I do know that we did not ride down into this cave.
Look behind us!”

They all turned to look where they had come. A solid wall was brightly illuminated by Hermione’s
staff thirty feet behind them. The skid marks from their mounts iron shod hooves appeared a few
feet from the wall.

Harry looked worried when he spoke, “Father will be unhappy when he learns we have gone
missing.”

Hermione looked sharply at him, “Missing? I think not. We have most certainly been kidnapped. By
whom and to what end is the question before us.”

Ron edged his horse closer to theirs and whispered, “Kidnapped?”

Luna spoke up at last, “I must concur. We could not have come to this place otherwise.”

Harry drew his sword. Its light joined that from Hermione’s staff, “Well then it is our duty to
escape.”

Luna put her hand on her brother’s chain covered shoulder, “I agree. Yet there is but one way to
go. It seems we must follow the appointed path for now.”

Harry looked to his twin sister before answering, “Let us see if that is the case.” He handed
his reigns to her and slid from his mount. He then walked to the wall behind them and tapped on it
with the pommel of his sword, “Well it seems to be real enough.”

“A moment please. I may be able to determine who or what opened a portal there.” Hermione slid
from her horse and handed her glowing staff to Harry when she got near the wall. She pulled out her
wand and began tracing an intricate pattern in the air above where the horse tracks began. The
pattern of gold glowed faintly. She joined the beginning and end together carefully then added
several runes around its perimeter. She stepped back and watched it critically. Suddenly it shifted
then was gone, “The pattern of the caster is masked.”

“Wait I think I recognized that pattern.”

Hermione laughed it reminded Harry of a dancing waterfall, “You should have. It was my pattern.
The pattern was supposed to shift from mine to that of the previous caster. Instead it went away.”
She began pacing slowly, “That means one of two things. First the caster is skilled enough to mask
their identity. Second is that a god is responsible for the portal.”

Luna slid from her horse, “It is not uncommon for our father to be summoned by Falir. On those
occasions his gear, Aina-Avien, and he vanish. Later he returns, having dealt with Falir’s
task.”

Ron repeated the well known mantra, “The gods are fickle.” And then continued, “Is this one for
or against us it could be either.”

Hermione shook her head, her bushy hair dancing about her, “Indeed, there may be a task before
us. We must overcome it to return home.”

Harry held Hermione’s staff out to her, “Or some wizard, who wishes to remain anonymous, brought
us here for reasons unknown.”

Hermione put away her wand and took her staff, “Correct, I know of six active wizards in Anfalas
capable of this. Probably three more who are retired.”

Ron asked fearfully, “Any of them with dark motives?”

Hermione smiled reassuringly at him, “Other than who we are? No, none that I know.”

Luna looked resolute, “Well staying here gets us no closer to the answer, I already miss the
sky. We should walk the horses as the ceiling grows low as the tunnel rises.”

Ron slid from his mount, “Tie them together. Then one of us can lead the lot.”

Harry walked to his horse, “I will lead then Hermione, Luna, and Ron leading the horses. Is that
acceptable to everyone?”

Luna again put her hand on her brother’s shoulder, “Stealth is not an option for us. We must go
forward with strength. Step warily brother.”

Harry nodded, “Agreed. Ron I think you should carry your bow at the ready.”

Ron quickly nodded and pulled his bow from its case on the side of his horse, “Yes, I
shall.”

Harry unstrapped his helm and slid it over his chain coif. Hermione tossed her reins over his
saddle horn and helped him fasten the buckle holding the helm on. Then helped him free his shield
from his horse and strap it onto his arm. Harry walked towards where the tunnel exited the room
they had appeared in. Hermione soon came to stand a few paces behind him. Luna linked the other
horses and then looped the reigns of Ron’s mount through the back of his belt.

“Thanks Luna.”

She nodded and patted his shoulder, “Just watch where you point that thing. That’s my brother
and best friend ahead of us.”

“Of course, you know I won the human Archery tournament last year.”

“Yes I remember, poor Anton. He was quite upset to be bested by one so much his junior.”

“They are going!”

“Oh” Luna turned and quickly moved to catch up. After a moment of getting all the horses moving,
Ron joined them.

Harry swallowed his fears and raising his sword and shield began to cautiously walk up the
tunnel. He tried to listen for anything ahead of them but between the chiming of his chain hauberk
and the clomping of the horse’s hooves he could barely hear himself breathing.

How long can I hold my shield up like this? Half an hour, Ron will have to take a turn when I
grow too tired. With each twist and turn of the tunnel he grew more worried. Would Orcs jump out
and attack them? Were Kobolds even now preparing a trap for him to step into? Or worst of all, were
Dark Elves laying in cunning ambush? Mostly due to his caution their progress was very slow. They
came to a split in the tunnel and chose to rest there.

Harry lowered his shield and with great effort sheathed his sword. Illuminated by only
Hermione’s staff the tunnel grew considerably dimmer. He looked exhausted to his companions as he
went to the side of the passage and slumped against the cold stone. He slid to the ground, removing
his shield as he did so.

Hermione planted her staff so the tunnels were both illuminated. She spoke a soft incantation
and when she released her staff it stood as though it had grown in the middle of the tunnel. She
smiled to herself before turning to join Harry along the side of the passage.

Ron dropped the reigns then moved to the front. He kept his attention on the tunnels they had
yet to explore.

Luna went to her brother and helped his fumbling fingers unbuckle his helm. When he lifted it
off sweat was running freely down his cheeks. She could see his leather padding beneath the chain
was wet as well.

Ron asked, “Do you wish me to take a turn in the lead?”

Harry simply nodded, too tired to answer.

Hermione went to her horse and brought a flask of water to them. She handed it to Luna. Luna
opened it and helped her brother take several small sips, “Remember I can create more water at
need. It is the least of our worries. You should have stopped earlier.”

Harry despaired, “How do they do this? I’m not even wearing the plate over the chain.”

Hermione tried to pick up his spirits, “You are also only sixteen and not yet a full knight.
They would not expect more from you until you are eighteen and are ready to take your vows.”

Luna pulled a cloth from her bag and wet it from the flask. She then wiped her brother’s face,
“I believe I have heard Sandur put it this way to the squires. With time and practice the burden
becomes easier to bear.”

Luna reminded him, “Yes and father would say: If I do not bear it who shall?”

Ron spoke without looking at them, “Your father is a great man. I have heard much in my father’s
court. He is the reason they fostered me to his court. Father told me the world would be a much
darker place if not for him. Did your parents say the same Hermione?”

Though Hermione was often the one to think ahead of all of them the question took her off guard,
“Well um. Near enough I suppose. Though they are sworn to him and this was the obvious place to
send me. It was really a combination of that and that I showed strong magical abilities. Where else
to be educated than the Mage Guild of Anfalas? It is the best school this side of the world.”

Harry hung his head, “If only I felt worthy of following him.”

Hermione knelt beside him and gently put her hand on his shoulder. When he looked up she smiled
at him, “Just remember King James does not do everything himself. He is a very wise man. He relies
on those around him to help. Lily is perfectly capable of running the kingdom without him. Sirius
is the most renowned military strategist living. Remus is equal to any living mage and Aina-Avien
makes him nearly unbeatable.”

Luna gave Harry the water flask again, “And we dear brother, will certainly help you as we
can.”

Ron and Hermione spoke at once, “We Promise.”

Harry nodded and smiled at them, “Thank you. Ron I will have to borrow your bow. I'm not
nearly as good with it as you but this tunnel isn’t wide enough for two of us to fight abreast.” He
took another long pull on the water then handed it back to Hermione. She took it and stood up. Luna
stood and took firm hold of his right hand. Hermione quickly took his other hand and together they
were able to get him on his feet.

Hermione hung the water flask from her horse again. Harry put his shield and helm back on his
mount and caressed its neck. He looped the reigns through his belt.

Ron finally turned and walked back to them. He slipped off his quiver of arrows and handed them
along with his bow to Harry. He then went to his horse and put on his helm and shield. Drawing his
sword he headed back to the front. Hermione and Luna had been discussing which way to go as the
boys got ready. Ron asked them, “So which way is it ladies?”

“The larger tunnel on the left. It has seen more use so should lead us to something.” Ron nodded
and raising his shield to the defensive position he moved off down the left tunnel. Hermione
touched her staff and lifted it as though it had merely been balanced there the entire time. She
and Luna walked after Ron. Harry nocked an arrow and followed them.

* * *

Din-Cu stopped, the tracks simply ended. He knelt where the soil had been churned by the horse’s
hooves. He pulled forth a solid gold arrow from his left quiver. He spoke a soft incantation then
moved the head of the arrow to where the tracks ended. The tip of the arrow seemed to hit a barrier
and slid to the ground. He returned the arrow to his left quiver and flipped open his satchel. He
pulled out a pair of golden leather boots and quickly changed into them. His brown leather boots
soon took their place in his satchel. He looked briefly at the sun and oriented himself towards
home. He strode off, home was two hundred leagues north and he had no time. Aided by the magic in
the golden boots he soon became a blur as he flowed north.

The sun was still hours from rising as he entered his woods. He had guarded and nurtured this
wood for over six millennia. Over that time the Welk had stayed near its historical borders and now
exceeded them in several places. It was a haven for neutral and good aligned creatures, Evil found
no rest within its borders. He stopped just inside and changed back into his brown boots. He sipped
from the stream then melted into the shadows. He felt the trees welcome him and he caressed those
he passed in greetings. Many of these trees ancestors had been acorns in his hand. The Welk
announced his return to any who knew how to listen.

Celebloth rose from her couch. Nearly translucent robes shimmered as she moved. Six balls of
light orbited above her making her jewelry sparkle brightly. She smiled and descended from the top
of the Aldabar. Only Pel was awake at this hour. She appeared at her mistress’s side and followed
at her heels. The ancient bark at the base of the tree split and peeled back to reveal a tunnel
leading into its heart Celebloth and Pel emerged as Din-Cu stepped into the clearing around it.

Pel blinked to his side, panting at the return of her master. He brushed her head. She quivered
in delight and blinked away.

Celebloth saw weariness upon her mate, he had traveled fast to get here. He moved close to her
then formally greeted her with words older than the race of men. “The world will end and the stars
dim before my love fades.”

“Love is eternal life-mate, yet there is urgency in you. How fares Erelas?”

“He fared well when last I saw him. His path lies with the King of men while mine is to discover
what has happened to his children and their friends.”

“Tell me all you know husband.”

“We journeyed together to slay a young red drake. The beast attacked us and the children’s
horses were spooked into the wood. When the drake had fled Erelas and I pursued the children. Their
horses ran far and fast I told Erelas to tell the King of men that I would pursue them whilst they
went to finish the drake. He awaited them while I continued to follow the trail. In the midst of
thick forest the tracks vanished. Vishale tells me they went down they must be below the trees as
the roots knew them not.”

“Whom do we seek?”

“Harry, Luna, Hermione, and Ron, they have sufficient supplies for a week.”

“Then let us waste no time. We shall fly to this hole which is not a hole.”

They walked back into the tree its bark closed and grew back together. They went up the long
spiral stairs, and stopped at the second landing. This was the communal floor, linked to the other
Aldabars with a network of branches far above the forest floor. All were welcome to enter this
floor. A tall elf in simple brown robes stood waiting for them in the center of the room. His hands
tucked back into his sleeves.

Din-Cu stepped forward, “Father, It is good to see you once again.”

Amroth smiled and briefly inclined his head, “Yesa sends her greetings. I see you are not long
in staying this day. The wood is well though it misses you greatly. It will need you home for
spring.”

Din-Cu bowed deeply, “I will certainly return before then father. Have you any sense of whence
the Prince and his friends have gone?”

Amroth’s gaze became clouded and he touched the Aldabar with both palms. The immense tree
shivered at his touch. He stood there a moment communing, “They are deep, in the caverns below the
valley. There are few dread creatures in those caverns. Fly north still further my son, they will
emerge in the southern tip of the valley, there they will face much greater peril as you know. You
must reach there before they.” He stepped back from the tree and his eyes focused again, “I will
channel the winds to your back for the journey. You should reach them swiftly.”

Din-Cu and Celebloth bowed deeply, “Thank you sir.” They went quickly up to the top of the
immense tree. In several large nests waited four giant eagles Celebloth greeted them. They mounted
two of them and all four eagles took flight to the north. A strong tail wind built behind them as
they rose into the morning air.



10. Happy Birthday Sirius
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Happy Birthday: Sirius

November 3rd, the time 11:30pm.

Two bundled figures stood atop the Astronomy tower. One with bushy hair was looking intently
into a telescope. The other’s round glasses reflected the starry night. He looked questioningly at
his companion. She was still focusing the telescope. He finished folding his father’s invisibility
cloak and slipped it into his school bag when he stood their eyes met. Somehow he understood and
looked into the telescope. He caught his breath as he recognized Canis Major, the Dog-Star shone
brightly tonight. He looked up at his companion she was quietly wiping tears from her cheeks as she
looked up into the stars. He focused his attention back on the stars and let his own tears flow.
Tonight would have been his thirty seventh birthday. Though he was gone from this world they knew
he would forever watch over them from above.

He flinched when he felt her hand rest gently on his back; he stood still, accepting her
support. They each had learned over the years they could always rely on the other for support. She
slowly rubbed his back. When he could no longer see through his glasses he took them off she took
them and handed him a handkerchief. She dried his glasses on her shirt while he composed himself.
When he reached for his glasses she placed them in his hand. They used few words these days;
between them they were seldom necessary.

Once his glasses were in place he looked up at Sirius. In his head he started singing happy
birthday, he heard her humming along beside him. They slipped closer and finished arms about one
another’s waists their heads leaned together. They stood there for a long while, thinking. Finally
they turned and walked back into the school together.

They walked slowly through the empty corridors. She stopped at a familiar door he opened it and
they walked inside. It looked just like the parlor at Grimmauld place. A small fire burned
intensely in the fireplace. They sat on the couch and pulled a thick blanket over their legs. She
leaned into him and rested her head against his shoulder and he held her close. Morning found the
Head Boy and Girl asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

* * *

A/N: just a little scene, couldn’t get it out of my head so here it is.

Gol



11. Forever
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He stood, precariously upon the edge of the cliff. His long black cloak billowed about him in
the wind. A sword like none-other hung from his waist. He had faced the greatest dark wizard ever
known and had lived. Voldemort was dead, so to were many others. Voldemort had made them pay
dearly. “Freedom was always worth the price,” Dumbledore had spoken to them all just before the
final battle ensued.

Was it really? He thought to himself, was freedom from the constant fear worth the lives of
nearly everyone he knew? He couldn’t bear to face the cheering crowds of wizards and witches. They
once again had their hero. The-Boy-Who-Lived had again proven to be too stubborn to die. He had
chosen to leave it all behind, maybe forever. Tonight he would become a muggle. He would get a job
and make a new life for himself. No more fame or responsibility, he had had enough of that in his
nineteen years. He had visited Gringott’s and converted some of his vast fortune into muggle
currency. He thought he had enough to live on for a month or so. By then he would have a job.

He took off his cloak and Godric’s sword. They both went into a large duffle bag. Everything he
couldn’t leave behind was in that bag. He was now dressed entirely like any muggle on the streets
of any town in the west. His scar had begun to heal after the last battle soon it would be hard to
see. Maybe it would fade away entirely. He turned to watch the sun setting over Godric’s Hollow one
last time before he left for America. He would be lost without her. Life just wouldn’t be the same
without her. She had been his constant companion for nearly eight years now. He heard a faint pop
behind him. She had come. He felt her, behind him. He had hoped and prayed she would catch him
before he left. Maybe that was why he had come here; where they had spent many hours together.

He turned around and looked at her. They were nearly the same height, and she was dressed just
as he, muggle head to toe. She had placed a duffle bag almost identical to his on the ground. She
smiled and his resolve melted, “So where are we going to live now Harry, I think America would be
nice for a while.”

“How?”

“How could I not know, they are all gone, all of our friends, my parents, your godfather, even
Dumbledore. England has too many ghosts for us now doesn’t it. I told you years ago you would never
be alone again, if you had left already I would find you. The world is not a big enough place for
you to hide from me.”

She was right he knew, as always she was right. He nodded.

“I think it is also time we finally talked about it. Everyone who we worried would be upset or
mad about us is gone.”

Again he nodded, understanding exactly what she was talking about. They had shared too much
together, felt too much, and lost too much.

“At some point before we were born a single soul was split in two, it found itself eight years
ago. Our souls belong together and you know it as well.”

She was staring into his eyes, less than a foot away, daring him to contradict her. He returned
that stare, unflinching, bearing his soul to hers.

“Yes Hermione I know. I can say it at last. I love you.” He put his arms around her waist and
gently pulled her close to him.

She smiled that smile again, “I love you, I always have.” She wrapped her arms around his
neck.

They had both dreamt about this moment, hoped and prayed some day it would happen. They both
knew what would happen next, there was no more need to delay or deny it. As one they brought their
lips together, tenderly at first. Then the passion they had suppressed for so long found its
release and they deepened the kiss. An age later they finally pulled their mouths apart to gaze
into each other’s eyes again.

“Forever?” he asked.

“Forever!” she answered.

He separated from her and knelt to look inside his duffle bag. He pulled out a small box. “Then
it’s time I gave you this.” He opened the small box to reveal an exquisite engagement ring and
wedding band set. There was a matching band for him. “These were my parents. Dumbledore gave them
to me last year.” He pulled out the engagement ring and closed the box again.

She gasped, “Oh My!”

He looked her in the eyes and knelt before her, “Hermione Jane Granger will you be my wife?”

She answered the only way she could, “Yes, of course”

He took her left hand and slid the ring into place. It fit her flawlessly as though made for her
to wear. She pulled him up and into another long deep kiss.

“Maybe some day we can return here and rebuild my parents’ home.”

“Yes Harry, I would like to raise our family here some day; when the children are old enough to
cope with this.”

“All right America it is then. Any particular place?”

“Someplace quiet.”

“Ok we’ll find somewhere.”



12. Hunters
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The dark brown mares walked steadily yet cautiously through the dense forest. It had been
raining for nearly four hours. The man lead, his sword hung from his saddle and his bright green
eyes scanned everything before them from behind his round spectacles. The hood of his long dark
cloak covered his helm but his young serious face was clearly visible. The woman appeared more
withdrawn, the hood of her cloak pulled far forward. Her eyes were locked on her companion while
her mind was elsewhere. A third figure was barely discernable, tucked tightly up against the woman
rode a small thin girl who looked fearfully about while clinging to the woman’s fine robe. Though
the rain fell fast and hard both they and their mounts were completely dry.

They passed another sign which read, “Magic users will be put to death!” He smirked and
continued on, this was forbidden country to their kind but that was nothing new to them. The risk
was to anyone who tried to stop them. Their quest had been successful the icon they had been sent
to retrieve lay safe within her saddlebag; soon they would be home.

He thought again of the roving bands of brigands patrolling this forest, someday he swore they
would be stopped, for now they served a purpose they knew not. The great hedge finally appeared
before them and he sighed softly, they would be safe soon. He turned right to follow the hedge
looking for the correct entrance. She made a soft sound and instantly his sword gleamed in his hand
and he swung his mount around. Behind them half a dozen brigands skidded to a stop in the mud. They
were a ragged bunch, all afoot and poorly equipped.

He stood in his saddle and threw back his cloak revealing the gleaming plates of armor beneath.
Suddenly her voice spoke in his head, *“Try not to kill them, they are only doing what we want
them to do.”* He replied instantly, *“Of course my love, they must learn to fear us
though.”* With that thought he flipped his head causing his visor to close and charged the
ragged line of brigands.

She pulled back the hood of her cloak revealing her long curly brown locks. A barrier flashed
into existence around her then faded to invisibility. She thought to her companion, *“Ward up,
they cannot touch us love.”*

His reply came as he crashed into the first brigand, *“Good, make sure there are no more
lurking about.”* He deflected the poor thrust of the brigands spear and crashed the pommel of
his bejeweled sword into the man’s forehead. With a clatter he crumpled to the ground. The knight
rode on and the next brigand soon met the same fate. The other four attacked him simultaneously.
For a moment he wished he had taken the time to get his shield from where it hung upon his horse.
Then he met the third man’s mace with his sword and in that meeting the mace shattered. While the
man looked dumbfounded his mates’ weapons skidded across the knight’s armor.

The woman’s voice cut through the downpour, “Veckus!” he felt the wave of force flow by him,
like he was standing in a swiftly flowing river. Suddenly the four brigands were all thrown back
ten feet to land sprawled in the mud.

The knight looked at their stunned expressions, “Yes we are, now leave us be!” He backed his
mount until a brief shimmer told him he was within his companion’s ward. Then he stopped and
sheathed his sword before flipping his visor up once again. He sat casually in his saddle while the
four remaining brigands went and carried off their two unconscious companions.

*Simple enough—They could have hurt you!—Not with you here my love.* He felt her blush
though she said no more. When the brigands had vanished into the woods he spun his mount to face
the hedge once again. He saw the girl shiver, in fright not from cold and his companion pulled her
tight once again. He started riding along the hedge once again and the ward shimmered briefly and
vanished. They rode in silence again and soon found the eastern entrance to the maze. He turned
confidently and rode in through the tall stone archway. Once inside the rain stopped and the sun
came out. From outside it had looked just as gloomy inside as it had been outside.

They rode quicker now, the way through the maze was apparent only to their kind. Soon they
emerged from the maze through another stone arch. Before them a truly welcome sight, the castle
Hogwarts. There were no guards, truly none were needed with the hedge about. The bustling town of
Hogsmeade stood clustered at the base of the great hill which the castle stood upon. A thousand
years of peace and prosperity had blessed this region. He thought back, to a time before the hedge
and shuddered. For a thousand years this place had been secluded from the world around it. Their
guiding mission; to carefully collect all those who held the spark of magic in their veins, train
them to conceal it when needed, or use it when no other choice was acceptable.

The present Lord, Albus Dumbledore, cautioned against open displays. Non magical folk could not
understand that there were good and bad magical folk. To them all magic was bad, to be shunned and
stamped out ruthlessly. That was why they had brought the girl with them, her parents had
discovered she caused strange things to happen and had taken her into the forest to die, a
sacrifice to their ignorance.

*Burrow?—Yes let’s drop Vady with Molly.—All right.* He turned down a path towards a tall
rickety house. Though their own children had long since outgrown their home Molly and Arthur
collected and nurtured all the lost ones that the Hunters brought back. “Here is your new home
Vady.”

The little girl dared to look out from where she was hiding behind the cloak. There were nearly
a dozen children running about. Some were coasting around on brooms, others were hard at play in
the garden. Supervising it all was a plump woman who seemed to be everywhere at once. She spotted
them coming down the path and quickly called her charges to order. The children all moved quickly
to obey her and formed a line along the path leading to the house.

She greeted them when they drew near, “Harry, Hermione, so good to see you both returned safely.
Found another for me I see, well we’ll soon put her to rights. You two just can’t seem to return
without some waif along for the ride can you. Well all’s the better I reckon.”

Harry smiled back at her and waved to the children who were managing to stand nearly still, four
of them waved back cheerfully. “Thank you Molly, we do seem to find them don’t we.”

Hermione passed the shaking girl into Molly’s safe hands, “Her name is Vady, I haven’t
discovered if that is short for something else yet but she is a strong one. Vady?” The girl looked
up at her. “You will be safe here and you can trust Molly, listen to her and we will check up on
you later all right?” The girl nodded slowly, Hermione smiled back then turned her mount around.
Harry stood waiting for her and together they rode back to the main road into town.



13. Choosing Harry
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**Hermione chooses Harry**

Just as Ron turned to leave the tent Hermione hit him with a full body bind. He landed face down
with a solid thump. She stormed over to him yelling at Harry to PACK! He was frozen, waiting to see
what she was going to do with Ron. She waved her wand and he flipped over, “Sorry Ronald, but you
just ran out of chances. OBLIVIATE.”

Harry took one step forward but then she continued. “Horcruxes are a candy Dumbledore liked to
eat. Harry and I have left England and are getting married in Sweden next week. STUPIFY!” She
canceled the full body bind and rummaged through his pockets. Finally she pulled out Dumbledore’s
put-er-outer and tossed it towards her bed.

She then levitated him out of the tent and into the forest.

Harry wasn’t sure how to react to this. Hermione was very mad but was grateful she had finally
returned to being decisive. He had greatly missed the girl that continually took action to help and
support him.

He started packing their supplies for another move. Hermione returned very shortly and though
muttering continually she helped him rapidly pack. Two minutes before a still stunned Ron was to
wake in the forest Hermione hugged Harry and apparated them to Cornwall.

They were on the outskirts of a large muggle town, she took his hand and walked casually onto
the main street. They went into a restaurant and ate their first filling meal in weeks. Hermione
paid with cash and then took them over to the grocers where they stocked up on food for the
tent.

Through it all Harry went with the flow, he wanted answers but with so many muggles around he
didn’t want to cause her to yell or cry. He wasn’t sure which way she was going to go at this
point. He wanted to know about them going to Sweden to get married, was that just a ruse to confuse
those hunting them?

Three hours after Ron decided to abandon them they were once again hidden in the tent under the
most devious wards Hermione could devise. Harry was storing their new food supplies while Hermione
went straight to her bed and closed the curtain.

She came out just as he finished, she had changed her clothes and looked much better, gone was
the wild hair that she had ignored for a week at a time. He could still see the dark circles under
her eyes from lack of sleep but she looked – good.

She came over to him and pulled him to the couch. “I know you have a lot of questions, listen to
me first though.” At his nod she continued. “I lost my temper but what has Ron been doing to help
us? Not just on this hunt, for the last three years all he has done is whine and complain, oh and
eat enough food in one meal to feed the two of us for a full day! Do you know all of that tea he
has been making for us was laced with love potion? Mine was tied to him and yours to Ginny, no
wonder you have been watching her on that map all the time. I’ve been countering both mine and
yours with an antidote, we should drink a purgative though to make sure.”

“Love potion? “ He had latched onto that as the critical point she was making. He could agree
with the rest on an intellectual level. Why did he even come with us?

“Amorentetia, but in a very weak mixture, just enough to keep us interested in the person it was
keyed to.” He just stared at her, eyes wide, she pressed on with what she knew he didn’t want to
hear. “We were under a much stronger dosage all of last year.”

She sat there silently watching him and waiting for the question she knew would come next.
Finally he choked out , “Why?”

“I can only guess. I think Dumbledore wanted you tied to a known light, pure-blood family. That
would explain Ginny’s fascination of you since before she met you. I was the wild card, the one
thing they hadn’t predicted. Who would guess that the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ would choose the school
bookworm as his confidant? They needed to remove my influence on you to get you to do things the
way they wanted.”

“HUH?”

“Harry, back in fifth year you chose me over Cho Chang, several times. We were on the verge of
starting a romantic relationship. After all we have been through you trust me, only me, to have
your back and your best interest at heart. They couldn’t allow such a strong influence to guide
you. So when I arrived at the Burrow they started dosing me with love potion and confundus. It took
me over a year to overcome what they have been doing to me!”

That got Harry angry and he stood. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the couch. “I’m
all better now, I don’t think I have any permanent brain damage but it was close there for a while.
You have been my anchor, the one thing I knew I couldn’t be separated from, even through all of my
muddled confusion.”

He took several deep calming breaths and then asked, “Who was behind all of this? Dumbledore?
Molly?”

She nodded, “I think so, maybe a couple others. Molly told Ginny and I she used a love potion to
get Arthur to notice her, I bet she is still dosing him which would explain his strange
behavior.”

Harry lay back and began to sob uncontrollably. “My life has been nothing but the plotting of
others?”

She shifted to the other end of the couch to hold him tightly while he cried out his
frustration. “I’m here Harry. Together we’ll get out of all this.”

“Why… why should I keep fighting for a society that just wants to use me?”

“It’s the right thing to do but, if you want to run, I’m with you. I have sworn to help you,
whether that’s getting you lunch or killing Tom Riddle, I don’t care.”



14. Slave Yule Ball
-------------------

**Slave Yule Ball**

To Love, Honor and Obey…

(Just what could that part of the marriage vow mean to a witch and wizard?)

Harry and Hermione Potter, though only three others knew this, were lying on the Head Girl bed –
naked. Harry ran his fingers over her sweat covered torso. She moaned and lifted slightly to push
her breast firmly into his hand. He squeezed gently and asked, “Why don’t you ever show off this
gorgeous body?”

Hermione sighed and relaxed back onto the bed. “Harry, only you think I’m sexy.”

He shifted quickly to straddle her, his face inches from hers. “You’re wrong.”

She looked up at him and gazed deeply into his eyes. Then she lifted her head and kissed him
slowly. When she broke the kiss she sighed again, “No, it’s just your heart talking love.”

He looked angry for a moment then shook his head violently flinging the drops sweat about, some
landing on Hermione below him.

She wiped his sweat from her face, “That’s sexy, lover boy.”

“I’m going to prove to you that you are the sexiest witch in this castle.”

Her left eyebrow rose in question.

“I’m changing our costumes for the ball. Do that aura trick you showed me.”

She closed her eyes for a moment then her magical aura became visible, it was golden, tinged
with pink and fluctuated slowly as though currents in it made it move like the oceans around the
globe. She opened her eyes and looked questioningly at him.

“Hold it, don’t let it drop.” She nodded and he put his hand between her legs and dipped his
finger into her. She moaned as he brushed her clitoris and the field wavered violently but held.
She bit her lower lip as he began working her to her third climax of the day.

“Keep that aura on. That’s my sexy girl.” He kept his fingers working between her legs and
cupped her right breast with the other hand then sucked on her left nipple. He could tell she was
struggling to maintain the aura as he had asked, it continued to shift violently but it was
steadily becoming much brighter as she approached her climax.

Her aura was having a huge affect on him as well. It was drawing him to her in a very
animalistic way. He wanted desperately to get back inside of her. Instead he slammed his Occlumency
shields on full so he could control himself. He needed to keep his mind functional during this. She
bucked up into his hand, so close now. “Keep the aura on, lock it in place, don’t drop it. Come for
me baby!”

She let out a snarling grunt and shuddered hard as she came. Her entire body went rigid as she
fought to hold the aura against the waves of pleasure coursing through her mind and body.

Her aura was nearly blinding in the moment of her release, then immediately shifted to almost
invisible. “Aura, Mine, keep it on!” He barked at her, she was still shuddering as he hadn’t let up
on her clitoris yet. The aura stabilized closer to the brightest it had been. Then he started
slowing his fingers between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open, she grabbed his head and pulled him
into a hard kiss. He was proud to see that she held the aura visible throughout the kiss.

Without his Occlumency shields he would have mounted her, so strong was the pull he started
shifting over her but held himself.

She pulled back biting his lower lip as she did. “Quit torturing yourself. Fuck me!”

“Aura?”

“Let’s find out husband.”

He plunged back into her. She was so slick he went in up to the hilt without pause. He tried to
hold his Occlumency shields but couldn’t keep his concentration as they turned into near animals
for the next thirty minutes. When they both finally came again and he collapsed onto her he
realized that she had somehow held her aura visible. Then he fell asleep, with his head between her
luscious breasts.

The first thing he noticed, well beside her nipple in front of his face, was she was still
holding her aura. She was sleeping and the aura was clearly visible! He lifted his head and looked
around the room. It was nearly dark outside and his stomach was getting desperate for something so
he gently woke her.

She immediately smiled and stretched her lithe body. He almost pounced on her again, she looked
so sexy stretched out laying on the bed, her hair in disarray.

“How did you keep your aura on? Even when you were sleeping?”

She finished stretching and lifted herself to sit beside him, aura still on. “I swore to love,
honor and obey you. I took it as an order and forced my magic to maintain it until you order me to
drop it.” She shrugged, making her breasts rise and fall deliciously.

He pulled his eyes away from her swaying breasts to smile at her. “So until I order you to stop
you will continue to glow? Excellent!” He rubbed his hands together.

“Now what are you planning? We need to start getting ready it’s only two hours until the start
of the ball.”

The Cheshire cat had nothing on Harry’s smile. “You will go to the ball as my sex slave!”

Her eyebrows rose alarmingly then dropped as she thought hard for a moment then asked, “So
instead of waiting for the press to come up with some controversy, we are going to make our
own?”

He nodded. “Your aura is not just a bright light, it pulls me to you on some very basic level. I
bet every male student won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”

She bit her lip. “But if we do this right everyone will think you have me under love potion or
Imperious.”

He shrugged, “What else is new? Didn’t they think you had me under love potion in fourth year? I
shall protect you, no one will touch you magically or physically but me.”

Her eyes lit up and he knew she had agreed. She slid to her feet snatched her wand from the
nightstand and twirled it into her hair muttering something. Her hair formed into an elegant
French-braid which ended half-way down her back. The wand was tucked into the braid somewhere. She
then adopted a blank expression. “What am I to wear Master?”

Her tone made him shiver. This was going to be the best night ever! He couldn’t believe he was
lucky enough to have married such a brilliant and beautiful woman.

The annual Yule ball began promptly at 8pm. The great hall was romantically lit by the floating
candles. Headmistress McGonagall stood and addressed the audience, wondering briefly where her Head
students were. “Good evening everyone and welcome to the Yule ball. We have once again managed to
contract the Weird Sisters to perform tonight. They will appear shortly, we also have a large
buffet and walk out into the gardens for when it becomes a bit too much inside. I expect everyone
to be on their best behavior or you will be spending the rest of your holidays cleaning out the –
Merlin!”

Everyone turned to look at the main doors, following the Headmistresses stunned gaze. Harry
Potter was standing in the doorway dressed entirely in skin-tight black leather. He wore sunglasses
and a trench coat along with his heavy dragon-hide boots. In his left hand he held a gold chain
that went to a studded dragon-hide collar around Hermione’s throat. He was radiating so much
magical power that everyone within the hall took a step backwards.

He tugged on the leash and walked into the hall. Hermione came into full view. She was wearing a
tiny black bikini, four inch stiletto heels and had studded-leather cuffs around her ankles and
wrists. She walked calmly one pace behind him. Her wrists were fastened together behind her back
and her aura was brilliantly displayed. Her body, which had become extremely well toned during
their relentless combat practices, was almost entirely on display. Every man, and some women, took
several paces towards her.

Ron Weasley expressed the majority of the male population when he said into the sudden silence.
“Bloody Hell!”

That seemed to snap the Headmistress out of her trance. “Mister Potter what in Merlin’s name are
you doing with Miss Granger?”

Harry stopped, Hermione stopped immediately but stood expressionless. He removed his sun glasses
and looked back at Hermione. He deliberately looked her up and down, an action mimicked by nearly
every male in the hall. She continued to look only at him, perfectly calm. He turned back to the
Headmistress and grinned wickedly. “Nothing at the moment ma’am. Now a few hours ago, well that’s
another story.” He lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

Someone, he thought it was Pansy Parkinson yelled out, “He’s got her under the Imperious!”

Several teachers started walking quickly towards them, wands drawn.

Harry laughed, his aura flared, and everyone stopped and grew silent. “Imperious? No. My sex
slave is immune to that, her will is too strong. All of you know she threw off Voldemort’s during
the last battle when he tried to use her against me.”

Professor Flitwick who was the closest faculty member gulped and said, “Sex slave?”

Harry tugged Hermione’s leash and they walked over to the diminutive professor. “Yes, it is an
interesting expression of trust and love. We shall have to discuss it some other time.”

Daphne Greengrass spoke up from behind Professor Flitwick, “You mean she’s doing this of her own
free will?”

Harry looked her straight in the eye and answered very seriously, “Of course. I would never,
under any circumstances, allow Hermione to come to harm, either emotional or physical.”

Headmistress McGonagall spoke again from the podium, “Regardless, Mister Potter, this is
entirely un-appropriate for public display!”

Harry looked Hermione over again carefully then turned back to the Headmistress a confused
expression on his face. “I made her wear clothes. All the bits are covered. Or are you saying I
should have her nude? I agree that sex slaves are not allowed to wear clothes, I got the smallest
bit coverer I could manage though.”

Again the hall was stunned into silence. Harry walked over to Neville Longbottom and his date
Luna Lovegood. The crowd parted before him and Hermione walked along serenely behind him, she
seemed immune to embarrassment though most of those in the room were envisioning her without the
‘bit coverer.’

“Neville my friend. You are the most honest person I know. Can you give me your opinion on my
slave’s body?”

Neville turned as red as Ginny Weasley’s hair and stuttered for a moment. “I.. Um I.”

Harry held up his hand, “Just a moment Nev.” Harry tugged Hermione in front of him and told her
to spin slowly. She did so, continuing to look at Harry the entire time. “There Nev, or should I
remove the bit-covers?”

Neville immediately said rather too loudly, “NO!” Then he got control of himself, “No that won’t
be necessary. Everyone can see she is stunningly beautiful.”

Luna laughed.

Neville nervously ignored his girlfriend to ask Hermione, “Are you ok?”

Harry shook his head, “She won’t answer you mate. She will only respond to my voice.” He looked
at Hermione, “How are you love?”

Hermione said, still in that emotionless tone, “Never better, Master.”

Many of those close to them shivered at the raw power in her voice. Harry nodded and said, “See
Neville, she is fine. How are you tonight Luna?”

The odd girl that Harry had come very close to dating at one point perked up and smiled. “Lovely
Harry. I think Hermione has the right way to dress tonight. End preconceptions and boost her own
self confidence.” She pulled out her wand and transfigured her fuzzy-peach gown into a peach
replica of Hermione’s outfit. She handed the end of the leash to Neville and tucked her wand into
his coat. She then spun, a little wobbly on the four inch heels and held her wrists out behind her
for him to latch together. Her body was much softer than Hermione’s but in a very pleasant way. Her
skin was ghostly pale and her breasts strained against the tight bikini top.

Headmistress McGonagall said sternly from the podium, “I’ve had enough of this! You will release
Miss Granger from your control!”

Neville was ignoring the Headmistress to do as his girlfriend requested and the click of the
clasp binding her wrists together was loud in the silent hall.

Luna smiled at him and said. “I swear to obey Neville Longbottom’s every order, so mote it be!”
There was a brief flash of magic and Luna adopted a passive expression looking only at Neville.

Harry patted a very shocked Neville on the shoulder. “We’ll need to discuss this in the morning
but treat her well, she’s like a sister to me.”

Just then Ginny Weasley shoved her way through the crowd but a burst of Harry’s magic stopped
her short of grabbing Hermione. “So you’re mister kinky now? Is this?” She pointed at Hermione,
“what I had to do to get you to go to bed with me?”

Harry shook his head sadly, “You don’t get it do you?”

Ginny shook her head violently. “I don’t think ANYONE understands what is going on here!”

Luna suppressed a giggle, it came out as a hiccup. Hermione remained completely passive, not
looking away from Harry.

Harry looked around the hall, taking in the stunned expressions of nearly every face present.
Only Luna did not look at him and he suspected she was the only one beside himself and Hermione who
did understand. Harry strode to the center of the dance floor, Hermione lithely striding behind
him. He asked, “Is this not the sexiest woman you have ever seen?” Most of the men nodded, some of
the women did as well.

“Now I ask you, what woman would trust me to bring her into the great hall and display her like
a trophy?” He looked in Ginny’s direction, “Would you Ginny?” She paled and looked at her feet. He
turned to Parvati Patel, “Or you?”

Parvati let out an ‘eep’ and covered her chest with her hands.

Harry swept his arm around the hall, “No one?”

Ron coughed and took a half step forward drawing every eye, save Hermione and Luna’s, to him.
“Only Hermione mate, she went with you through hell and back. I bet she is dying to laugh her head
off about all of this.” He took another step forward, dragging Lavender Brown along with him.
“Cracking body but I got my girl here.”

Hermione did not look away from Harry but several people caught her smile for a moment then her
expression went neutral once again.

Harry grinned at his best mate. “Right you are Ron. I suggested this to stop her thinking of
herself as a mousy book worm, and all of you as well.” He swept his gaze around the room again. His
magic flaring stronger. Then he laughed, “The Marauders will never die.” He tugged on Hermione’s
leash and said, “Come slave I don’t think they can take any more of your presence.”

Just as the pair neared the main doors Harry called out, “Hey Nev, you can use the Head Boy
suite. I never do. Password is – Voldemort is dead!”

With a last glimpse of Hermione’s barely covered ass they left the hall.

Neville, blushing brightly, tried to hurry after them but Luna was having a hard time with the
heels so he had to slow down so she wouldn’t fall. When they were also gone from the hall the Weird
Sisters appeared on the stage and struck up a loud song to get everyone’s attention.

When Harry and Hermione were once again in her suite he turned to her and removed the leash from
the collar then walked behind her and unhooked her wrists. He then called out “Winky?”

The little house-elf appeared instantly. “Yes Master?”

Hermione smiled but remained silent.

Harry did a quick double take, but Winky was wearing her usual clothes. “Dinner please,
something simple, but we’re starving.”

Winky snapped her fingers and a small table appeared. There were two large sandwiches and a bowl
of strawberry’s with cans of whipped cream and chocolate syrup. There were two large glasses of
water, a pair of empty wine goblets and a bottle of wine sat chilling in a bucket of ice. She
grinned at them and vanished.

Harry looked Hermione in the eyes. “Hermione Jane Potter, I release you. You may cease
displaying your aura.”

Her aura vanished and she immediately started laughing and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
“Get those clothes off, I’m so horny I’ve got juices running down my leg.”

He said the only thing he could, “Yes Mistress.” And promptly complied with his wife’s
order.



15. Love Potion Hell
--------------------

**Love Potion Hell**

It began innocently enough at the Burrow just before their 7th year. Harry was given
the twins room to stay in when he came to visit. The surprise was when Hermione joined him in the
bed at 2am on the first night.

He jerked awake when she slid under the sheets beside him. She mumbled, “Need sleep,” and
snuggled against him. Within a minute she was out cold, her gentle breath tickling his neck.

The hall door was closed, he hoped it was locked but without his glasses on he couldn’t tell.
There was no way he was going to get to sleep now, not with his gorgeous best friend snuggled
against him and his ex-girlfriend just down the hall. His traitorous body went through the motions
though and he stared accusingly at the tenting of the sheets.

Then Hermione shifted and her knee came up to brush against his erection. He almost lost it
there but after some slow breathing and thoughts of Snape in a dress the emergency slowly
receded.

The next thing he knew the sun was up and someone was knocking at the door. Hermione was still
draped over him and snuggled closer, muttering ‘more sleep’ into his chest. Then Molly Weasley’s
voice called out, “Time to get up and moving Harry, breakfast is ready.”

He thought it best to call out but that would surely wake Hermione and though he wasn’t sure
what to say about it he did rather like her like this.

Hermione though acted on her thoughts and sat up in the bed and pointed his wand at the door.
Her hand had been under his pillow where he kept it. The only spell he recognized her casting was a
silence spell. The rest, and she cast at least three, he didn’t know. She plopped back onto his
chest and snuggled in to him tightly. She muttered, “Don’t they understand I need sleep?”

“Hermione?”

She kept her head on his chest but said clear enough, “Do I need to silence you too?”

He thought better of making her upset and kept his mouth closed.

“My Harry is a smart man.” She said then drifted off to sleep again.

Though his anxiety at the thought of them getting caught made him alert to any possible
intrusion he did eventually fall asleep himself.

When Hermione finally stirred the clock said it was almost lunch time. She shoved him gently to
wake him. He blinked rapidly at the sun coming in through the curtains. She said, “Yeah, forgot to
darken the curtains didn’t I? Well I’ll do better next time, I really needed to catch up on my
sleep. How did you sleep?”

In spite of his anxiety over her being here he realized he felt very refreshed. The next thing
he noticed was his raging erection and need to pee. He sat up quickly and covered his erection with
some wadded up sheets.

She laughed, still lying on the bed. “You’re almost Weasley red.” When he didn’t answer just
stammered she shoved him. “Oh, go, use the loo first. I know all about your problem.”

With an un-manly ‘eep’ he jumped off of the bed and into the in-suite bathroom and closed the
door.

Hoping she had left while he was relieving himself didn’t work. She was sitting on the bed
facing him when he finally came out. “Oh good, I need to go too,” and pushed past him into the
bathroom. She ignored the door so he grabbed it and closed it for her then hurried to get
dressed.

Hermione apparently decided to take a shower as he heard the water start running a few minutes
later. He found her wand nestled with his under his pillow. He sat on the now made bed and wondered
about facing the Weasley’s alone, then thought better of it and sat patiently waiting for her to
finish her shower. He wasn’t sure he could unseal the room without blowing up the door either.

What was she up to? Why had she come into his room and why for Merlin’s sake had she sealed the
room against the Weasley Matriarch? He really couldn’t come up with any good reason so he continued
to sit there and think. He did realize she was acting very differently than yesterday. She had
been, for lack of a better term, ditzy. Ultimately a wet haired Hermione emerged from the loo,
still dressed in her peach nightgown but looking fresh and awake for the first time.

She sat on the bed and took his wand, she leaned over and started running it through her wet
hair. A minute later and her hair was dry and neatly styled. Again this was different behavior for
her, yesterday her hair had been as uncontrolled as ever.

She looked straight into his eyes and asked. “Do you need to shower or are you awake enough for
a conversation?”

“I think I’m awake enough.”

“Good, first, drink this.” She took a small green vial from the nightstand. He had noticed it
earlier but ignored it.

He hesitated only a moment, this was Hermione, he knew that in his soul and he trusted her far
beyond reason. “Um, Ok.” He downed the sweet tasting potion in a single gulp.

She said, “Sorry it’s going to burn but there’s no other way Love.”

Love? What had she given him? It was far too late for questions as he doubled over in agony. She
curled around him and held on tightly while he shook in pain. It felt like ages later but was only
thirty seconds when the pain stopped and his world changed.

* * *

At the end of fifth year Hermione had told him she would see him real soon. He hadn’t understood
what she meant at the time but the next morning when he awoke Hedwig had a note for him. She had
been out hunting last night and must have returned through the side window he had left open for
her.

The note was small and wrapped neatly about her leg, even the color of the paper and string
tying it matched the color of her skin closely. Only the fact that his familiar was holding her leg
towards him had made him notice it.

He untied and unwrapped the note. It was a simple map of Little Whining with an X on a house
three streets over in the far more expensive houses in town. The time of 7:45 was written just
under that house. The note was unsigned but he knew that Hermione had written this note.

He looked at Hedwig who hooted softly.

He took that to mean he needed to do this secretly. He got dresses and pocketed his father’s
invisibility cloak. He went down and cooked the Dursley’s their breakfast. None of them was up yet
but it was still too early for even Petunia to be up.

He ate his own meal and left the dishes in the sink. Then put on his invisibility cloak and
headed out into the back yard, he still had nearly an hour to get to the house on the map. It would
take him about that to walk it under the cloak. He spent nearly the full hour and arrived a few
minutes early. Keeping the cloak on he went up and knocked on the front door of the house.

It was pulled open less than ten seconds later by a pretty girl about his age, his eyes were
drawn first to her prominent breasts, barely concealed by the tight t-shirt she had on. When his
eyes finally made it up to her face he realized that this was Hermione. She looked very different
in tight shorts and a tighter t-shirt with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She did have her
wand sticking out of the right front pocket of her shorts.

She looked around and then smiled warmly. “Excellent, come in Harry.” She spoke softly and stood
to the side, still holding the door. He walked in and deliberately brushed the cloak against her so
she would know he was inside. She closed the door and locked it. He removed the cloak.

“Told you I would see you real soon didn’t I?” Again she spoke softly and he wondered if her
parents were still sleeping.

He gestured around the house, “When?”

“My parents moved here while we were at school. I just saw the place for the first time
yesterday.” She started walking towards the back of the house. “Have you eaten enough? My parents
just left for work, only Crookshanks is here with us.”

“I fed myself before I left, and why are we whispering?”

She shrugged and said, “Because you just snuck from your house to mine?” She switched directions
and pointed up a wide staircase they then walked up. He followed curiously. They were soon in her
bedroom where she closed and locked the door.

Crookshanks was lounging on a soft cushion by one of the large windows. All of the curtains were
drawn though and only a single light illuminated the room.

He began to panic, the atmosphere in this room was charged with something he didn’t understand.
He looked at Hermione who was now holding her wand. It wasn’t pointed at him, the ground beside her
in fact but just that she was holding hers and he wasn’t made him even more nervous.

“I swear on my magic I am Hermione Jane Granger, I am acting under my own free will and I only
wish to help you, and myself.”

Instantly he relaxed, she put her wand on the dresser. “You know me too well.” He said.

“I realize that the suddenness of this could shock you and you really had no way of knowing I
wasn’t someone under Polyjuice or something.”

“So why the secrecy about all of this?”

“Lots of reasons. First I do not trust Dumbledore any longer, nor the Ministry in general.
Second we have unasked, and thus unanswered issues between us that we must resolve. Third, you need
someone whom you trust, to share your burdens with. I offer myself with my solemn pledge to never
abandon you.” She was looking him straight in the eyes during the entire time.

She didn’t trust Dumbledore, did she know the prophecy already? What issues between them? “I’m
confused. What issues between us?”

“How much do you trust me?”

“I’d pretty much do anything you ask me to.” He answered a second later.

“Good then trust me on this ok?”

He nodded and she pulled him over to the unmade bed and tipped him over so he fell backwards
onto it. She was on top of him before he bounced. Before he realized what was happening she was
straddling him and had her hands on either side of his head, then she kissed him. It took him a
second to realize what was happening and then she had pulled away slightly.

“Let’s try that again, kiss me.” And she brought her lips to his once again.

This time he was ready and responded, it was an entirely different experience than with Cho last
year. He was already connected to Hermione on many levels, this made him aware of the possibility
of so much more.

She continued the kiss, deepening it, her firm breasts pushed hard against him. While their
tongue’s danced he felt a beast growing between his legs. He tried to shift them so she wouldn’t
notice but she slid down and pressed the crotch of her shorts against his bulging pants.

She pulled away, they were both panting heavily. “We’re going to do it, here and now. I’m not
running from that monster.”

He could only stammer “But…”

She kissed him again, hard. Her body pressed tightly against him. It took him a few minutes to
manage to get her off so he could breath. By then he had realized that he didn’t want to stop her.
“Protection?”

She grimaced, inches from his face. “Trust me, please.”

He heard a note of desperation in her voice that wasn’t there before and instead of answering
her with words he lifted his head a few inches and kissed her.

They became a pair of half wild beasts for the next thirty minutes, clothes were flung off and
bodies explored. Harry was shocked to find a large angry scar across her upper chest, Dholov’s
curse that nearly killed her just a few weeks ago. She was shocked to find his body covered with
scars from all of the beating s he had been through while growing up. She kissed every inch of
every scar on his body and he did the same for her new one.

They woke several hours later, having fallen into contented sleep after having sex for the third
time. They were twined together, naked and still sweaty where their bodies had been pressed
together for hours. She had awoken a fire he didn’t know existed within himself, a fire that only
she was able to quench but that never seemed to go out, merely smolder until the next eruption.

He was hard between them, she twisted and got him back into her. Once again they let the bestial
part of themselves take over.

Later when he had recovered his senses he asked, “I take it that was the unasked and unanswered
question?”

She grinned, “Part of it. We had a lot of sexual tension, whether you realized it or not. Now
that we have explored this facet of our relationship we can move forward.”

“What? I don’t ever want to stop doing this with you.”

She smiled warmly, “That’s not what I meant silly. Of course we can keep having sex. I’ve read
about all sorts of things we can try.”

He grinned but didn’t quite understand what she meant.

“Moving forward means continuing with your emotional development. I realize now, after having
seen the physical scars, that you have been treated terribly while growing up. I didn’t want to
have sex with you just for it. I wanted to show you how much I love you.”

“Huh?”

She gestured between their naked bodies. “This, is not love, some people call it making love but
truthfully it is more animalistic. During the act though we both experienced deep personal
satisfaction. Not just because our bodies enjoyed the experience but because our minds and hearts
did so as well.”

He still couldn’t form a cohesive response.

“We are in love with one another Harry. In time, once you understand what love really is, you
will know it in your heart and mind as I do. I can give you a detailed analysis of how I formed
this belief but truthfully you have to feel it in there.” And she placed her palm flat over his
heart.

He glanced down, away from her eyes and saw again the red scar on her chest and remembered what
he had felt when she got it. “When you got this,” he traced the red scar over her left breast, “I
nearly died. I thought you were dead and I couldn’t imagine the world without you by my side. I
don’t know what that feeling was, but I know it hurt more than Voldemort’s Curstacious curse. Is
that love?”

She nodded, tears welling from her eyes. “That is the deep feeling of loss you can only
experience through first loving.”

“I don’t ever want to feel that again, I couldn’t breath.”

She hugged him tightly anyway, he thought it was more for her own tears than anything. He held
on until she relaxed her grip.

“Did you feel that way when Sirius died?”

“No, I wish I had known him better. He promised to let me live with him and take me away from
the Dursley’s but we never got a chance to connect. I think he still thought of me as my father.
During the duel in the DoM, he called me James.” They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes,
he pondered what could have been with his now deceased godfather. “You don’t trust Dumbledore
anymore?”

She shook her head. “The pieces do not fit into a pleasant picture. How did Hagrid get to your
parents house and recover you before Sirius? Sirius would have known immediately when he remembered
where they lived that something was wrong. Not even Remus knew they had switched the secret keeper.
How was McGonagall watching the Dursley’s house for the entire day? That’s the day before your
parents were attacked. Yet he abandons you on their doorstep like a lost puppy? He was not the head
of the Wizengamot at the time but he has been now for ten full years. Why did he not call for a
trial for Sirius? Surely three drops of Veratasium would have exonerated your godfather years
ago.”

“Well then what is he doing?”

She bit her lower lip, “You have received no special training or strategic knowledge?”

He shook his head, If anything he had been kept ignorant and told her so. “I understand far less
of the magical world than most first year muggle-borns. I never got any orientation or whatever it
is McGonagall went through with you.”

She was still biting her lip, “That’s what I feared.” She looked pensive and then said. “He can
only be setting you up to fail. Maybe so he can take the glory of being the only wizard in history
to defeat two dark lords. I don’t know really but there are not many other possibilities.”

“What can we do? Should we run away somewhere?”

“No, we need to investigate our options. Meanwhile I will concentrate on defensive and
concealing spellwork and the detection and removal of those. You should work on learning offensive
methods and read up on how Voldemort acted during his first reign of terror.”

They spent several weeks like this, most of July. Harry had given Hermione the engagement ring
just two days before his birthday. Her parents, who had learned from their daughter about their
relationship were not displeased nor over-joyed by the prospect of their only daughter being
engaged.

The next day Dumbledore caught them at Hermione’s. They were both stunned by the Headmaster and
when they woke up had different memories of their summer. Her parents had not been home at the time
but had been expecting her to leave soon, she left them a note and didn’t see them until after
6th year when her mother asked about the engagement ring.

* * *

He felt light headed but the pain had vanished instantly along with his love for Weasely’s and
Dumbledore. He dove at Hermione and kissed her so deeply he felt like he was going to end up inside
of her. A minute later and they were shagging their brains out and his brain did the only thing it
could and shut off.

It was a full hour later that his brain re-engaged and he asked, “I can’t believe it’s been a
year since we did that! How did you figure out they had obliviated us and were dosing us with
potions?”

The extremely naked and luscious Hermione answered. “My mum asked me where my engagement ring
was when I got home from school. I suddenly remembered the fact that I was engaged to you but I was
in love with Ron. Since that made no sense at all I dashed off to my room and drank the first half
of that goblin purgative. Once my feelings and memories were back where they belonged I figured out
what they had been doing. I still can’t find my ring though.”

“Oh wait, I have it. I was going to give it to Ginny today.” He hurried over to his trunk and
pulled out the box with the ring in it. He knelt beside her and took it from the box. This was
definitely the engagement ring she had been wearing a year ago. Without words he slid it onto her
finger and kissed the back of her hand.

“You terribly sappy romantic, you were going to give her an engagement ring on the day before
her brother gets married. Now I feel much better. It was terrible thinking I had lost it.”

“What are we going to do now?”

She grinned maliciously at him. “Exact revenge of course.”

“First, how can we prevent them from dosing us again?”

She handed him his wand and took hers from the night stand and touched the tip of hers to his
forehead and motioned for him to do the same with his wand. When his wand was also touching her
forehead she said. “Repeat after me.” He nodded so she continued. “I bind my soul to thee from this
day forth, never to be sundered. So mote it be!”

He repeated her words exactly and their magic did the rest. Large swirling bands of white light
circled them and then merged into them. “We’re married now?”

“No, now we’re bonded. Over the next month we should begin to hear one another’s thoughts and
feelings. This is the only way we can be sure as the bond makes us immune to any external
influences. Any! No more Tommy in your head lover.”

“You’re brilliant! Have I ever told you that?”

She blushed, “A time or two I think.” She slid to her feet. “Winky?”

Instantly the little elf appeared. “Yes Mistress?” Harry hastily pulled the mangled sheet over
to cover his nudity. Hermione stood there as if it was perfectly normal to stand naked in front of
him and Winky.

“Can you get us some lunch?” Hermione asked pleasantly.

“Certainly Ma’am.” And the elf was gone.

“You could have warned me?”

“And miss your reaction? Hurry dear, she will be back any moment.”

He dashed into the bathroom taking the sheet with him until she stepped on it. She laughed as he
ran in naked and slammed the door.

“Start the shower; I’ll join you in a minute.” She called through the door.

That sounded like an excellent idea to him, they were covered in sweat and oh, so exciting
smells. So he started it and just as he was climbing in she came in and joined him. They slowly
took their first shower together, it took some coordination but eventually they were done. Two sets
of casual muggle clothes were laid out on the freshly made bed. A table with two chairs had
appeared and a pair of sandwiches with crisps and pumpkin juice stood waiting for them. Fortunately
as he was still naked, Winky was gone.

They got dressed and over lunch he asked her, “Why were you acting very silly yesterday.”

“The obliviations and potions made me act so scattered last year, do you know my grades actually
dropped?” She sighed, “Anyway, I figured I should continue the act until I could get you back to
yourself.

He nodded, “Probably a good idea to keep from acting suspicious until we could work together.
What do you have planned so far and how can I help?”

“All taken care of, that’s why I was so tired, I spent half the night setting up our revenge.
The only food safe to eat in this house is what Winky or Dobby bring us and I’ve had them dose the
rest of it with a tonic I got from the goblins. It will make everyone loose all of their hair, when
it grows back it will be jet black, like Snapes. No more Weasley red hair. Ron’s penis should be
about an inch long when erect and Ginny’s tits should be mere bee stings. Oh, and whenever Molly
trys to yell at anyone she goes mute.”

Harry laughed so hard he fell out of his chair and lay on the floor laughing. She grinned at him
every time he started to gain control and he lost it once again. Finally she came over and helped
him up. He sat at the table and managed to say, “Merlin, that sounds awesome. It would be great to
have seen their faces. How long will it all last?”

“All of them are permanent enchantments. I had to cast the enchantments on Molly, Ron, and Ginny
directly, that’s why I was so knackered when I finally came to bed. I don’t plan on ever seeing
them again love.”

“What about Ron and the Horcrux hunt?”

“Took care of that before he went to bed lastnight. I obliviated him and now he thinks Horcrux’s
is a muggle restaurant chain that Dumbledore loved to eat at.”

Harry lost it again and was back on the floor for another two minutes. She however was not
smiling. He did finally recover enough to ask her. “What’s wrong? It sounds like you have
everything covered.”

She looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. “I’ve done something I’m not so proud of.”

Instantly he was kneeling at her side. “I have a hard time believing that. I can’t imagine you
doing anything I wouldn’t approve of.”

She sniffed and was about to cry. “I also obliviated my parents and sent them to live in
Australia.”

He said, “Woah,” and fell back to sit on the floor looking up at her. He knew that was the wrong
reaction but was honestly shocked at what she had said. She started crying, unable to look at
him.

He jumped to his feet and hugged her. “Sorry, I was just surprised, didn’t expect you to say
that.” When she had settled down again he asked, “Explain.”

“Well I thought about obliviating them and making them think I had never existed. Then I figured
out that was a stupid idea. I’m all over paperwork and pictures for the last 17 years. How could I
get rid of all the other evidence? Much less obliviate my grandparents, cousins, and
neighbors?”

He nodded, “Yeah would be kind of difficult. So what did you do?”

She was crying again but continued. “I altered an obituary in the paper and made them think I
got killed in the fight with the Death Eaters at the end of school in June.” She flung herself onto
him and finally broke down completely.

He did the only thing he could, he held her, sitting on the floor and caressed her back telling
her it would be ok once they had killed Tommy.

She looked up at him with blood shot eyes. “I’ll fight the world for you Harry.”

“And I for you my lovely wife.” He bent down and kissed her salty lips. “At least this way
they’ll be safe.”

She took a deep, ragged, breath. “Thank you, I needed that. I did put a safe phrase into the
obliviation. If they hear it they will remember the truth.” Then she laughed once.

He lifted his eyebrow in question.

In a near perfect imitation of an eleven year old Ron she recited, “Sunshine daisies, butter
mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!” She immediately started laughing and he joined in.

“Oh that was good. They’ll never hear that except from one of us. I love it. Now what’s the plan
for the Horcrux hunt?”

She twisted to sit more comfortably beside him. “Well, I originally thought about living in a
magical tent and moving every day or so to keep from being found. I even got one just like Mr.
Weasley borrowed for Ginny and I to use during the World cup. It’s fully stocked with food and
books. I also got a bottomless, weightless, bag to keep everything in.”

She pointed beside the bed where a medium sized white purse lay just under it. “I keep it with
me all the time. But then I decided that the only reason we would need to do that would be to
accommodate Ron who could not function in the normal world. So I’ve ditched that idea, though it
remains an option, instead it would be best if we simply went muggle as much as possible. We can
apparate to save on travel time but there is no reason we can’t stay in a nice hotel room or bed
and breakfast.”

“That sounds much more pleasant to me. How did you get a hold of all this magical stuff? That
would have cost a fortune.”

She shrugged, “I stole your key from Mrs. Weasley last year and told Griphook that you had given
me permission. He took a sample of my blood and then promptly gave me everything I asked for.”

He looked surprised for a minute then said. “Well I did owl him that you had full access after
our third year.” She grinned back at him and he continued. “Now that my lovely, sexy, brilliant,
wife, has gotten us truly back on track and here is how I see our next moves. We go to Grimmauld
place from here and we re-cast the Fidelus then use it for our magical base. There has to be some
useful clues in that library. I want to bring Remus and Tonks in on the hunt but don’t dare trust
anyone else really. Maybe Neville or Luna, oh and Mad-Eye, what do you think of McGonagall?”

“Personally I think Mad-Eye and McGonagall had to know what was being done to us and did
nothing. Moody’s eye can see aura’s and tainted food, I looked it up during our fourth year when he
became our teacher, well Barty Jr. using his eye anyway. McGonagall was far too close to Dumbledore
not to have thought it suspicious when we started acting all wonky last year and don’t forget she
was the only one we told about our engagement.”

He nodded, “Ok what about Neville and Luna? I’ve never gotten any negative feelings from either
of them.”

“I think they are both trustworthy but could they help us find and destroy Horcrux’s then face
Tom?”

He ran his fingers roughly through his hair and let out a long breath. “Not sure on either of
those points.”

“Well we can keep them in mind if we think of anything.”

“My butt’s asleep. Can we get up and use a chair?”

She laughed and climbed to her feet, then helped him up. They sat at the table again and
finished their crisps.

“Why haven’t the Weasley’s barged in on us?”

“The room is silenced, sealed, and has notice-me-not charms on the door and window. Oh, and an
illusion of an empty room if they manage to open the door.”

“So they can’t find the room to even look in it, excellent.”

“I’ve been preparing for these things for years, wards and defenses are my specialty. I figured
I should concentrate on defense since you’re so good at offense. I do have a suggestion and am not
sure how you’re going to take this.”

“Hermione, I swallowed an unknown potion without question from you just a bit ago.”

“You need to stop stunning your opponents, shoot to kill! We have to start reducing our enemies’
numbers.”

He nodded in thought. “Yes I see your point. Most of Tommy’s inner circle have been captured or
stunned several times. We shouldn’t have to worry about them anymore but we do.”

She leaned over and squeezed his hand. “Me too, reducto’s and cutting curses. From now on we’re
fighting to live.”

“Live and have children to tell all of this to.”

“Definitely. Well let’s get going. I don’t want to hang around here any longer than necessary. I
doubt anyone would find us in here for several days but there’s no reason for us to stay here
either.”

He got to his feet and used his wand to pack and shrink his belongings. The match box size trunk
went into his pocket. Hermione was already waiting, white purse in hand.

She stepped close and hugged him, “Side-along me baby.”

He held her tightly and concentrated on the front step of Grimmauld Place then pushed them
there.



16. What should have been
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**What should have been**

Twenty one year old Sirius Orion Black was trying to fall asleep at his girlfriend’s house when
he suddenly remembered that the Potters lived in Godric’s Hollow. He was one of only three people
who would know precisely what that new knowledge actually meant. “Damn you Wormtail!” He jumped out
of bed and threw on his blue-jeans and leather jacket and started running for his magical
motorcycle.

He was in the garage when Elle caught up to him, “Where are you going?”

“Godric’s Hollow, the Fidelius is broken!”

“So apparate!”

“Thanks beautiful.” And he vanished with a pop. Three hundred miles away he arrived at the
smoking remains of the Potter’s cottage. His wand was in his hand but he could see no one moving.
He shoved his way through the door and into the living room where his best friend lay sprawled in
front of the stairs. “Damn.”

He heard a child cry out, “mummy,” from up the stairs and ran up them through the smoke. What he
found broke his heart, Lily lay dead on the floor while Harry was shaking her, like he was trying
to wake her up. Young Harry looked up at Sirius and clapped once, “Paddy!” There was a jagged,
bloody wound on the boys forehead.

He snatched Harry into his arms and hugged him, “Got you Harry Bear, safe now.” Then he noticed
a dark pile of black robes lying across the room. He investigated and discovered that there lay
Voldemort, a shocked expression on his face. Sirius pulled the wand from his still warm
fingers.

Harry said, “BAD.” And pointed at the body.

Sirius nodded and put the wand in the inside pocket of his leather jacket and carried Harry back
down the stairs to the fireplace. It looked undamaged so he tossed some floo powder into it and
yelled, “DMLE” and stuck his head into the green flames.

The on duty Auror looked up from the Daily Prophet, “Michael! Move it the Potters have been
attacked by Voldemort, send help to Godric’s Hollow.”

Maybe it was the fact that a fifteen month old Harry was also visible to the Auror as he clung
to the man, but he jumped to his feet and set off several alarms, “We’ll be there in two minutes,
any hostiles?”

Sirius shrugged, “Not that I’ve found.”

The Auror answered, “Stay there until we arrive Sirius.”

Sirius nodded and pulled out of the flames. He heard someone, possibly a troll pounding their
way up the road outside, huffing and puffing loudly. He ducked into the kitchen with Harry, telling
him, “Sush now Harry Bear. I need to see who or what this is.”

Harry put his own small finger over his own mouth and gave out a soft, “shhh.” Then looked
towards the front of the house and the commotion beginning there.

Something was pulling the door off of its hinge huffing and puffing loudly, then the entire
door-frame was yanked away from the house creating a large opening. A huge shadow filled the
opening and came inside the house.

Harry jumped and gripped Sirius tighter.

Then the huge shadow let out a sob and knelt over James, “James, who did this ter ya?”

Sirius grinned at Harry and stepped forward into the room saying, “Lumos!” Hagrid looked up
blinking into the light, “Hi Hagrid, the Auror’s will be here in a moment but it looks like the
attack is over.”

Hagrid lurched to his feet, “Sirius Black?”

“Yes, I arrived about two minutes ago, Harry here is the only survivor. Lily is upstairs,
Voldemort got her with a killing curse as well.”

“Wha appened?”

Sirius shook his head, “I don’t know yet, Voldemort’s body is upstairs. Where’s Dumbledore?”

Hagrid squared his shoulders, “e told me ter come and fetch young Arry and bring ‘im to Privet
Drive in Surrey.”

“You mean he isn’t coming here? Just sent you to find Harry? How did he know Harry was the only
one alive? Privet drive is where Lily’s sister lives, with her gorm of a husband!”

Hagrid shrugged, “Spose so, Dumbledore told me to bring Arry there an that’s what I’s gonna do.”
He took one step towards Sirius and Harry.

Sirius raised his wand and Harry held onto his arm tighter. “Hold it right there Hagrid. I know
you’re impervious to stunners, don’t make me hit you with something more deadly.”

There was a huge commotion at the front door and ten Auror’s rushed into the house. “Hold it
there!” The wands were trained equally on Sirius and Hagrid.

Sirius stepped back once and put his lit wand on the table beside him. “Thank you for arrive so
soon gentlemen. I am Sirius Black, Auror, Head of the Black family and godfather to young Harry
here. I arrived to find the lad’s parents already dead. Upstairs you will find Lily and the body of
Voldemort himself, I flooed you immediately.”

The lead Auror, Marcus, Sirius remembered, was apparently satisfied with Sirius’s story and
peaceful attitude, he gestured at three of the Auror’s who ran up the stairs to find out if Sirius
had spoken the truth. Then Marcus turned to Hagrid. “And you? Aren’t you the groundskeeper at
Hogwarts?”

Hagrid turned to the man, “Ya, Dumbledore told me ter come here and fetch young Arry to Privet
Drive in Surrey.”

There were three new pops outside, one of the Auror’s called in, “Healers.”

Marcus told Hagrid, “With the boy’s parents dead his godfather here has custody until a judge
declares otherwise, Sirius is an Auror and Head of an Ancient and Noble house!” He turned back to
Sirius, “I want to know how you both knew to come here so soon after the attack?”

Sirius answered, “I was with the Potters just four days ago. They asked me to be the secret
keeper for a Fidelius spell to hide the house from anyone. I convinced them to use our mutual
friend Peter Pettigrew. They agreed and I left, soon after I couldn’t remember where they lived.
Tonight just as I was falling asleep I suddenly remembered where they lived, that told me that
Peter had betrayed them to Voldemort and the Fidelius was broken. I rushed over here to see if I
could help as you see I didn’t even get my shoes on.”

“Do you have any witnesses to corroborate your whereabouts?”

Sirius nodded, “I was at my girlfriend’s home Elle McPierce, she can vouch for my whereabouts
for the entire day.”

“And did you kill Voldemort?”

Sirius shook his head, “No I found him already dead. Harry was the only living being in the
house when I arrived.”

The Auror nodded turning to Hagrid. “Um… I dunno. I was tryin to kill some giant slugs in me
garden an Dumbledore come rushing down an tells me to come ere and get young Arry an take im ter
Privet Drive an he would meet me der. I ran ter Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade an took the floo to
the pub up da street an ran here.”

The healers came into the room, two young men and an older woman, all in St. Mungo’s uniforms.
The older woman checked James over and then placed a Portkey on his body, tapping it with her wand
she sent it to the morgue.

Sirius choked softly once when Harry said softly into his ear, “Da?”

Sirius put his forehead against Harry’s bloody one and said softly, “Sorry Harry Bear, Dada is
gone.”

Harry hugged him around the neck and Sirius barely heard the lead Auror tell the healers that
the mother and Voldemort’s body was upstairs.

One of the young healers came over and looked at the jagged wound in Harry’s forehead. At
Sirius’s brief nod the healer waved his wand over the wound. It closed only slightly while the
blood that had dripped over the child’s face vanished completely.

Sirius looked at the young healer who said, “Must be from a dark curse, he should go to St.
Mungo’s for the Master healers to check.”

“Very well. Marcus?” When the Lead Auror looked at him Sirius asked, “May I take my godchild to
St. Mungo’s? Apparently his injury is from a dark curse and this young healer thinks he needs to be
seen by a Master.”

The auror nodded, “Certainly, Davis, Parker, go with them. I need a memory of the event from Mr.
Black. Pelty, go to Healer McPierce an tell her Mr. Black has taken Harry Potter to St. Mungo’s.
Also get her memories to corroborate his story.”

Hagrid said, “No, I need ter take Arry to Privet Drive!”

Six Auror’s pointed their wands at the man, “You will stop at once or be under arrest. Neither
Dumbledore nor you have any right to decide where Harry Potter goes at this time. He will remain
with his godfather and under Auror escort! Do I make myself clear Mr. Hagrid?”

Hagrid said, “Ya I guess so. Dumbledore wil no like it doh.”

“Well you and me, and the rest of my team will go and discuss this with him. I need to know how
he knew to send you after just Harry, not to check on the Potters or why he himself didn’t come
here.”

One of the Auror’s, Davis, picked up Sirius’s wand and after a soft “nox” handed it to him. He
tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket next to Voldemort’s.

The young healer pulled out a foot long magenta ribbon and held it out to the two Auror’s,
Sirius took Harry’s small hand in his and placed it on the ribbon along with his own.

Harry was giggling when they arrived in the emergency room of St. Mungo’s.

The young healer escorted them into the back room and spoke to Master Healer Erasmus Pherus for
several moments.

Erasmus motioned Sirius into one of the rooms, the Auror’s went along with him. “So Mr. Black,
do you have any ideas as to what hit this young man?”

“No sir but I think the wand that did it is in my pocket, we can try a Priori Incantum on
it.”

The old man’s eyebrows rose, “Really? And where did you find this wand.”

Sirius stood Harry on the bed, he kept an arm around his waist and Harry held the collar of his
jacket firmly. “In Voldemort’s cooling hand, so either he cast it or one of his Death-Eaters did
and then fled before I got there. Harry pointed at Voldemort’s body and said bad so I assume he was
the one that did it.”

The healer gulped, “Well let’s see this wand then, you hold it.” He pointed at Davis and said,
“See what spell it cast last.”

Barbara Davis steeled her resolve and stared at Sirius’s right hand as it emerged from his
jacket with a long black wand.

He held it pointing at no one and Barbara cast the spell, a skull and crossbones emerged from
the tip of the deadly wand.

Harry yelled, “BAD!” and knocked the wand out of Sirius’s hand, it clattered to the floor and
rolled against Sirius’s bare foot.

Erasmus cleared his throat, “Well I believe you are correct Mr. Black, it was that wand and it
was the killing curse. Now I think the question is why did this boy live?”

He began casting diagnostic spells on Harry while the others waited patiently. He kept hmming
and casting more spells then finally said, “Well it’s certainly cursed and something awfully dark,
so dark I’m afraid it may be a fragment of Voldemort himself. I’m going to send for Nicholas
Flamel, he is by far the greatest expert on this sort of thing.”

Barbara Davis sat down hard on one of the chairs in the room. “Merlin!”

Erasmus smiled and walked from the room, “Back in a minute or so.”

Sirius turned to Harry, “It’s ok Harry Bear, we’ll get this fixed.” He turned to the other
Auror, William Parker and asked, “Can you extract the memory of what happened now? Oh and hand me
that wand, I don’t want it out of my sight.”

William knelt and picked up the wand with two fingers then gently handed it to Sirius who slid
it into his pocket again. William then put his wand at Sirius’s temple and waited for him to nod.
Just when they were finishing Nicholas Flamel himself walked into the room. Sirius bowed slightly
while William and Barbara went to their knees.

“Please, stand, we are here to assist our young savior here. Now my grandson Erasmus thinks that
Voldemort’s soul is contained within that scar, let me see what I can discover.” The kindly man
looked Harry in the eye and asked, “May I check your boo boo?”

Harry just nodded and Nicholas placed his palm flat against the scar, smoke rose from where they
touched and Nicholas pulled back. His hand was blistered but as everyone watched it healed in
seconds. Nicholas nodded, “Yes I think that will do it.”

Sirius asked, “Is Harry healed sir?”

Nicholas looked up at him sharply, “What? Oh, no. No my boy but I know how to heal him. Please
lay Harry on his back on the table. When Sirius did so Nicholas asked the Auror’s, “Does anyone
have a sharp knife? I don’t care how big it is.”

Barbara produced a six inch stiletto from her belt.

Sirius asked, “What?”

Nicholas smiled at him while he took the knife, “Relax my son, it’s not for him.”

“Oh,” was all Sirius could say.

Nicholas drew the blade across his left palm and cupped it until a small pool of his blood had
formed. He handed the dagger back to Barbara and held Harry’s chin. Then he poured the blood onto
the wound and placed his palm over it. There was a lot of smoke but Harry lay calmly while Sirius
held his small hand.

In the midst of the dense smoke a green cloud formed then an unearthly wailing was heard but it
wasn’t coming from Harry or anyone in the room. Then the cloud formed into the face of Voldemort
and screamed as the last of it came out of Harry’s wound. Everyone stood stock still while the
cloud imploded and was gone.

Nicholas smiled down at Harry who was sleeping peacefully, “All better?” He removed his hand and
a white scar was all that remained of the bloody wound, it was shaped like a lightning bolt.

Nicholas turned to the three adults in the room. “I need an oath of secrecy on what you have
just seen.”

The three immediately pulled out their wands and waited. Nicholas gave them the words and they
repeated them. “I solemnly swear to reveal what I have witnessed in this room only to Harry Potter
and his wives, so mote it be.” When they had repeated the phrase he waited for them to put away
their wands.

“Auror’s you may depart, I must speak with Lords Potter and Black alone.” The two hastily made
their exits from the room.

“Sirius Black I charge you with the protection of this boy, you will find him four wives as
befits the last child of an Ancient and Noble house, they must be good and valiant souls. He will
need their support when the time comes, for Voldemort will one day rise again to exact revenge. You
must father children of your own but none of them are to wed him, your wife may be told of these
events. After, the wedding vows and not before.”

Sirius said simply, “I understand sir and shall see to his training.”

Nicholas patted his shoulder, “Excellent. I’m afraid you will have some difficulties from the
Dumbledore’s, to circumvent some of that I will speak before the Wizengamot. You have the Crown’s
protection upon you now. It may be mostly symbolic but we shall see how far these fools dare push
me.”

Sirius finally bowed deeply and when he rose had tears in his eyes. He had refused to let his
emotions cloud his judgment lest that lead to disaster, now the weight of what had happened was
being compounded by Nicholas’s new charge. He cleared his throat and wiped his eyes, “I shall do my
utmost to love him as my own and teach him who he is and whom his parents were.”

“I can ask no more than that.” Nicholas patted his shoulder one more time then walked from the
room.

Elle rushed inside a moment later and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. He let the tears flow then
into her sweet hair.

When he finally regained his composure he slid to his knee before her. “Elle, would you do me
the honor of being my wife?”

She knelt with him and took his hands in hers, “Yes, you silly man.”

They kissed, kneeling there upon the stone floor with Harry sleeping peacefully on the bed.

In an upscale home in Crawley a young couple was woken by their two year old daughter at
precisely midnight. Her night gown was bloody and they found a deep inch long cut over her heart.
They searched for a wild animal in the girls room but could find nothing. Eventually they cleaned
and bandaged the wound, changed her gown and took her to their bed for the night.

Sirius Black took his instructions from Nicholas to heart. He spent years visiting every wizard
family with daughters near Harry’s age, always taking Harry and Elle with him and searched for the
four wives that Nicholas mentioned. At age six the betrothal of Harry Potter to Daphne Greengrass
caused quite a stir but Sirius had contrived with Malcom Greengrass and the goblins to make it
ironclad.

Harry himself would only say in public that he liked Daphne and she was a good friend. The fact
that her family had been aligned with the Blacks for centuries was not lost on anyone.

Just one year later Harry’s second betrothal was announced to be none other than Susan Bones,
niece of the solidly light side Amelia Bones, then director of the DMLE. The fact that it was
Amelia herself who made the announcement along with her usual stipulating of the precise laws they
were abiding by, laws which allowed the last head of a noble house to choose up to four wives, led
to many others asking to be betrothed to Harry as well.

Sirius Black followed his own agenda and put everyone on notice that yes he was looking for
others but had no current prospects.

Though Harry was betrothed to two very different girls when they were together, and that was
very often, there was little squabbling. According to Wizard law Daphne, as both the oldest and the
first betrothed had the right of first choice among the wives and Susan was happy so long as she
was included in their games, a fact that Harry insisted upon.

Daphne was eight months Harry’s senior and when presented with the choice had talked for nearly
three hours with her mother before finally telling both her father and Sirius that Yes, she would
be pleased to be Harry’s first wife and that she thought she understood precisely what that
meant.

Susan Bones was initially not so understanding and rebelled at the idea but after a long
discussion with Daphne she agreed.

Sirius had explained in great detail to Harry as he grew up that once he reached sixteen he
would be married to the girls and from then on they would be together.

It was not until Harry was nine that another betrothal was announced, Luna Lovegood was the
first girl younger than Harry, there was little protest as Sirius’s plans for Harry had been
analyzed to death two years prior.

It was then Harry made a decision, he told Sirius that he wanted to choose the fourth girl and
Luna announced that he wouldn’t meet her until he rode the train to Hogwarts for his first
year.

Over the years Harry had only one real male friend, Neville Longbottom who had proven to be a
staunch supporter and right hand man to Harry. Neville had refused several betrothals and was
actually courting Sirius and Elle’s eldest daughter Carina though she was three years younger than
he.

Much of their supervised playtime had included spellwork, with emphasis on jinxes and their use
in playing pranks, shielding, and healing. Sirius explained this to Malcom and Amelia as early
combat training, honing their reflexes and though the spells were non-lethal the actual training
was the important part. Sirius was ruthless in his application of the pranks, indiscriminately
using jelly-leg, leg-locker, or tickling on anyone who presented an easy target.

Harry and Daphne were far more ruthless in their revenge upon Sirius than the others but they
never got the upper hand on him for long. Neville, Susan, and Luna were content to defend
themselves when directly attacked.

The day finally came when Harry got on the Hogwarts Express, he was not actually planning on
attending the school, just meeting the girl Luna had foreseen. To that end Luna, though still too
young to attend school, accompanied them onto the train.

The five of them made quite a sight as they strode onto the platform. All were dressed in high
quality robes. Harry led the way with Daphne by his side, Susan and Luna walked behind them and
Neville brought up the rear. None of them had brought a trunk as they would be portkeying back to
Sirius’s manor from Hogsmead station and would continue their education with their tutors.

Harry’s plan was to meet the girl and convince her to join them. He was certain that whatever
family she belonged to that wouldn’t be an issue.

They were accosted by a large family of red-heads, Harry had met the Weasley’s of course but had
not really gotten along well with them. Luna and Neville seemed to have befriended the youngest, a
girl Luna’s age named Ginny.
Daphne and Susan immediately pulled their wands and kept them on the twins for the duration of the
discussion, while Luna kept track of others in the front Neville had his back to them and
continually scanned for threats.

Harry said, “Good morning, Mr. Weasley and family.”

The patriarch smiled and said, “Good morning to you as well. I hope you all have a good year at
school, this is Ron’s first year as well.”

Ron was staring at Harry’s scar, a habit that Harry found very annoying, he also seemed to be
drooling.

Harry suppressed a shudder, “Well nice seeing you, we need to go find a compartment.” He walked
off into the crowd his group following his lead.

Ginny yelled after him, “See you again soon Harry.”

Harry did shudder then and Luna put her hand on his shoulder and said softly, “Not the one,
don’t worry.”

Harry patted her hand and then re-focused on where Daphne was leading them, to the last
passenger car on the train.

They found the last compartment un-occupied and settled in, there was only room for three to a
seat, six in the compartment, Daphne sat with Harry while Luna and Susan sat on either side of
Neville. There was little jealousy among them and this arrangement had been discussed at length
earlier. The idea was to allow the new girl to sit with Harry so he could speak with her, anyone
Luna shook her head on was simply refused entry to their room by Neville.

But the train lurched into motion and so far the girl had not come to their compartment. Daphne
in a surprising move held Harry’s hand and said softly, “We’ll find her.”

Harry squeezed her hand in reply and stared at the open doorway. “I hope so.”

Twenty minutes after their departure there was a commotion in the hall, they heard a girl scream
and then a thump followed immediately by some laughter and a whimper. Harry shot into the hall with
Neville on his heel and the girls right behind him, all had their wands drawn.

Harry found a young girl collapsed on the floor in the hall, blood running from her twisted
nose, her trunk smashed against the side wall was cracked and her supplies scattered over her. The
girl had messy brown hair but Harry didn’t pay too much attention to her, he caught a glimpse of
some robe retreating around the corner at the front of the car and he ran after them. Daphne
yelled, “Luna, Susan, get that girl some healing, Nev, with us!”

The three of them flew around the corner and into the still laughing Draco Malfoy with his
guards Crabbe and Goyle.

“What did you do to that girl?” Harry spat at Draco.

Draco grinned and said, “Put the Mudblood in her place. She was in my way so Crabbe punched her
in the face and Goyle threw her trunk on top of her! It was brilliant I-”

That was as far as he got, Harry punched him hard in the nose, Neville did the same to Crabbe
while Daphne kicked Goyle in the balls and then when he collapsed on the floor again in the face.
She was wearing steel reinforced dragon hide boots.

Then it was time for her to reign in the boys who had continued to pummel their targets after
they had lost consciousness. She grabbed their shoulders and hauled back on them hard. Both of them
looked at her in frustration as their bloody targets crumpled to the floor. “Enough, come.” She
turned and ran back the way they had come as others came into the passage to investigate the
noise.

The girls trunk was gone from the hall so they ran into their cabin. Luna had flipped the bench
seat into a bed and the girl was lying on it, she was no longer bloody but she was still
unconscious. Her now repaired trunk stood just inside the door.

Susan was leaning over her as the best healer among the group while Luna stood by the door and
latched onto Harry the moment he ran back into the room. “She’s the one Harry.”

“We need to get her to a healer, she’s got internal bleeding I don’t know how to fix.” a
distraught Susan said.
Harry walked in a daze over to the girl and gently brushed the hair from her face with a bloody
hand.

Daphne pulled the golden rope from her pocket, “Guess we’re going home early then. Nev get her
trunk, Harry hold her, let’s go before the Prefects show up.”

Less than ten seconds later there was a swirl and the six of them left the compartment.

Sirius and Elle were making out on the couch when the group swirled into existence in the middle
of the living room. Harry staggered, nearly falling when the portkey released him but Susan and
Daphne helped him balance.

Elle jumped up pulling her robe closed while Sirius tried to cover his erection.

Everyone ignored their state though and Harry yelled, “Elle! She’s hurt, Susan says she has
internal bleeding!” as he carried the injured girl over to her.

Elle found her wand and flickered it over the girl in Harry’s arms, “What happened to her?
Nevermind lay her down gently, Susan, did you give her blood-replenisher?”

Susan nodded, “One full vial and healed her broken nose.”

“Good work, everyone back-off, Susan pay attention here.” Elle, a Master Healer went into full
trauma mode and her terms left everyone but Susan totally lost.

Daphne and Luna hugged Harry hard for a full minute while Neville gave Sirius a brief run-down
of the situation.

Sirius then went to the girls trunk and flipped it open, by the time Harry was returning to his
senses Sirius flashed a paper from the trunk at him, “Her name is Hermoine Granger, she is muggle
born. I’m going to floo Amelia so she can notify the school and prevent panic and then go get this
girl’s parents.”

Harry just nodded, still in shock, this girl could love him, if she lived!

Daphne told Sirius, “Excellent idea. Luna go with him.”

Luna nodded and Sirius just shrugged and ran to the fireplace to call Madam Bones.

Daphne turned to Neville, still holding Harry with both arms. “Nev?”

Neville stopped looking at his bloody hands to look at her. “Go wash and get the elves to bring
food and drink, tell them others may be visiting, Amelia, and the girl – sorry, Hermione’s
parents.”

Neville nodded and went into the hall bath, he was shaking.

Hermione moaned and moved, Harry leaned forward but Daphne held him still. It would do no good
to bother Elle and she told him so. “Let Elle work. Harry, come back to us, I know you’re scared,
we’re all scared but I’ve sworn my life to you as have Luna and Susan. None of us are going to
abandon you – Ever!”

He started trembling then and turning to face her he buried his face in her chest and started
crying. He hugged her tightly and she returned it while stroking his hair and telling him, “I love
you Harry.”

Sirius had finished explaining the situation to Amelia and she said, “I’ll notify Minerva at the
school and get an Auror team to meet the train to get memories then I’ll come by there ok?”

“Sure, meanwhile Luna and I are off to Crawley to find the girl’s parents. I’ll bring them here,
Elle isn’t yelling for anything so I think she has it under control. Meet you here with her
parents.”

When she nodded he pulled out of the flames and apparated with Luna to the address in Crawley.
He quickly transfigured his and Luna’s robes into a muggle suit and sun-dress though at another
time he may have intentionally reversed the clothes he did not.

Luna said, “They’ll be home in twenty minutes, let’s go sit on the porch.”

Sirius did a quick double take then shrugged and walked up to the large home. They sat on the
porch swing and waited. At the twenty minute point a silver Benz pulled into the driveway and Luna
waved at them while Sirius felt it inappropriate.

The couple climbed out and Sirius and Luna stood.

The man asked, “Can we help you?”

Before Sirius could say anything Luna answered, “Hermione is hurt, we’ll take you to her.”

The woman bolted up the stairs, man not far behind. “What happened? Will she be alright?”

Sirius finally got a word in, “My wife is a Master Healer and she is putting her to rights at
our home. Please allow me to take us there and everything will be explained there.”

The woman looked at Luna who just nodded.

Sirius pulled off his left boot and tapped it with his wand. “I’ve made this into a portkey,
it’s a form of magical travel just touch it and we’ll be whisked into my home.”

With a deep breath the Granger’s both reached out a tentative hand. Luna put hers on the boot
beside Sirius’s and as soon as the Granger’s were both touching it they all vanished.

They arrived to a surprisingly calm living room. Amelia Bones was sitting beside Daphne, who was
still cradling Harry on the couch, she had just finished extracting a memory of the event from her
head. Susan and Elle were sitting in chairs beside the couch which had been transfigured into a bed
while Neville paced and Hermione slept.

When the Granger’s could move they lurched towards Hermione but Neville, who was between them
and their daughter sushed them and motioned for them to wait.

Elle stood and smiled at the newly arrived couple. She walked to them, “She’s just sleeping now,
all healed but, I have to be honest with you. I’m a trauma healer at the Wizard hospital, if she
hadn’t gotten prompt triage from Susan here and then to me any slower she could have died.”

The woman collapsed into the man’s arms, he grabbed her tightly and ground out, “Who did
this?”

Amelia stood at that point and approached, “That would be my department sir. I am the head of
the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I am collecting memories of the incident and will
discover what happened on the train.”

Sirius said, “In the mean time let us relax a bit, I know you are worried but if my wife thinks
Hermione will be ok then she will and it would be best if we are all calm when she wakes.” He
turned to Daphne, “How’s Harry?”

She looked up at him like he was an idiot. “Our husband cried himself to sleep. He needs to be
with her when she wakes.”

Hermione’s mother looked up at that and whipped her head around to look at the young couple.
“Our husband?”

Susan and Luna stepped beside Daphne but it was Daphne who answered, “The three of us are
betrothed to Harry here, we were on the train only to find your daughter, who is to love him and if
Luna is right, I will relinquish my place as senior wife to your daughter.”

Sirius was ready with a quickly shifted couch to catch the stunned couple.

Harry stirred at the noise and looked up.

Daphne kissed his cheek, “Morning love, Hermione will be ok, Elle says so. Come, meet her
parents, Sirius has fetched them.”

Harry spun around and leapt to his feet, he took a step towards Hermione but Susan stopped him
and pushed him towards her parents. Fortunately for him Susan had cleaned his bloody hands so he
was more or less presentable. He knelt in front of the shocked couple on the couch. “Sorry we
didn’t see what happened but heard her scream and came running. Nev, Daph, and I beat up the three
blokes that hurt her while Susan and Luna saw to her injuries, we had her to Elle here less than
ten minutes from when she was hurt.”

Amelia cleared her throat and Harry looked up at her, “Ma’am?”

“I’ll need to collect your memory of the incident, I will need Hermione’s when she wakes as
well.” She held the tip of her wand to his temple and he closed his eyes then nodded. She slowly
pulled the tip of her wand away and extracted the silver strand. Sirius was holding a vial for her
to place it in and she did so.

Hermione’s father cleared his throat, “Sorry, I’m Dan, this is my wife Emma. Is there any way we
can see what happened?”

Luna walked back into the room at that moment with a stone bowl. “Certainly, this is a Pensieve,
we can all see the memories in it.”

Neville moved the nearest end table in front of the couch and Luna put the Pensieve on it. Harry
shook his head, “I’d rather not.” Susan and Daphne both hugged him and he stepped away. Sirius
poured Harry’s memory into the pensieve and then motioned for the Grangers to look into it. He and
Amelia joined them.

Harry patted Neville on the shoulder, “Thanks a lot for your help today mate.”

Neville finally gave him a half smile and answered, “Just hoping we don’t get into too much
trouble for beating up Malfoy and his goons.”

Daphne said, “They admitted to attacking her and enjoying it. We got them dead to rights.”

Neville shrugged, “I’m going to say hi to Carina and take a nap, see you all for dinner.”

Harry wished his friend, “Night.” And finally walked over to where Hermione slept, the girls
moved with him.

Elle was standing next to her patient. “She is likely to react violently when she wakes, it’s
common for trauma patients, let her see one of the girls or her parents first. Then you can
introduce yourself.”

Harry looked away from Hermione’s slightly parted lips to nod quite seriously at the healer. He
took a half step back and the girls a full step forward so he was looking at Hermione now over
Susan and Daphne’s shoulders.

At that point Harry’s memory ended and the four watching it sat back up, with Dan Granger
exclaiming, “The bastard was gloating over it?”

Harry heard Hermione’s voice for the first time then when she asked, “Daddy?”

Everyone whipped their attention back to Hermione, only Luna had not looked away and thus was
the first person Hermione had seen on waking and she had simply smiled at the surprised girl. Harry
couldn’t move but Susan and Daphne pulled him further up, around her head to make a clear spot for
her parents.

Elle though called her attention the opposite direction, “Hermione? Look at me please, I’m a
healer and just want to do one more check now that you are awake.”

Hermione did and Elle looked into her eyes and waved her wand once, then gave a satisfied smile,
“No brain damage, my you are a smart one aren’t you. Now I think your parents would like to have
you to themselves for a few minutes.” She gestured back to the opposite side of the bed and Emma
slid beside her to give her a hug while her father rubbed her shoulder and cried softly. Everyone
else took a few steps back and tried to give them some privacy.

Sirius left the room in a hurry motioning for Amelia to follow him. She did and they had a
heated discussion in the kitchen. By the time they returned, both slightly red from their mutual
anger Hermione’s parents had regained their composure.

Amelia at Elle’s nod stepped beside Hermione. “I am Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE. I am
investigating the attack and have the memories of those who rescued you. May I collect your
memories of the attack?”

Hermione sat up and nodded, “What do I need to do?”

“Just think of the incident and I’ll extract it. You will still remember it, this just makes a
copy we can use for evidence.”

Hermione nodded and with her parents holding her she relived the worst five minutes of her
entire life. She was crying when she was done and so were her parents. She was however still very
curious and asked, “Now what?”

“We can now view this memory in what is called a Pensieve, there is one on the table by the
fireplace. We just finished viewing Harry’s memory of your rescue in it.”

Hermione looked around, “Harry? I was looking for a boy named Harry Potter when I was attacked.
Is that the same boy?”

At this point Susan and Luna were keeping Harry out of Hermione’s site but Daphne moved next to
Amelia. “Hermione, my name is Daphne, I was there when we rescued you. I need to know why you were
looking for Harry Potter? I’m sorry I can’t be any more specific but please be honest with me and
I’ll explain.”

Hermione nodded slowly, “I don’t have any reason to lie. I wanted to meet him to see if all the
books I read about him were true. Much of it seems rather silly and I want to know the truth. It is
him isn’t it, you’re one of the girls he is supposed to marry, I remember your name, it’s not a
very common one.”

Daphne nodded, “Yes Harry and I, along with our friend Neville Longbottom found your attackers
and punished them while Susan and Luna tended to your injuries, then we portkeyed you here with us
so Elle could fix your internal injuries, Susan is good at healing cuts and bruises but she hasn’t
learned internal injuries, though she did fix your broken nose.”

Hermione bit her lip, “Can we go to the bathroom for a minute? I need to show you
something.”

Daphne looked at Elle who said, “She’s fine. Go.”

Daphne took Hermione’s hand and led her across the room and into the lavatory on the ground
floor. Everyone waited tensely after the door closed, then Daphne exclaimed, “MERLIN!”

Hermione’s voice rose over her, “Does it match?”

Daphne sounded scared but answered, “Perfectly.”

Amelia asked the Grangers, “What could then be talking about?”

Dan shrugged but Emma pointed at Harry’s forehead and grabbed Dan’s arm. “Look Dan, it’s been
right there in front of our face.”

Harry touched his famous scar, “What?”

Dan said breathlessly, “She has the same scar on her chest.”

Elle stepped closer, “When?”

Hermione answered from the bathroom doorway, “Halloween night , midnight, 1981. The exact same
time my soul-mate got his.”

The entire room was silent, Harry’s eyes met Hermione and they both froze. Daphne recovered
first and hugged Hermione, “Welcome sister-wife.”

Harry stepped forward nervously and presented his hand to Hermione. “Hello, my name is Harry
Potter, nice to meet you.”

Hermione took it and a tingle went up her arm at the contact, “Pleasure.”

Sirius came rushing into the room with a thick scroll. “Here is the form for withdrawing her
from Hogwarts, we need to get this filed before the sorting tonight which is when the magical
contract she is currently under is finalized for the year.”

Hermione simply said, “What?”

Harry pulled her attention back to him, “None of us will be attending Hogwarts, we have private
tutors like Madam Bones in Law and combat, my Godfather Sirius here in Combat and practical jokes,
and of course his wife Elle here in healing. There are several others who come by weekly but we
think this is a far superior environment to learn than Hogwarts divisive house system.”

Hermione said, “Oh,” and looked to her parents.

Emma said, “We’ll sign it if you want dear, these people do seem to care about your wellbeing as
opposed to those on the train.”

At a slight nod from her father she said, “Ok.”

Sirius and Amelia witnessed the document in blood and Amelia departed with it to file it
personally with the Education department.

Sirius asked Dan and Emma, “Would you like to return home to collect clothes and things for a
few days. We have an entire floor free currently and you’re welcome to stay with us here.



17. Continuation of Seelvors FOOL
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**Fool 2** **& 3**

A/N: This is a continuation of Seel'vor's one shot FOOLS. If you have not read that yet
I highly recommend you do so. It can be found in his “Collection of Harmonious One Shots.” I read
it and just couldn't get it out of my head, as I am sure is common with my fellow authors I
just had to type the rampant plot bunny down! Originally I had no intention to post this but after
I shared it with Seel'vor he encouraged me to do so. So, without further rambling, on with
REVENGE!

Hermione stopped at the gargoyle and clutched her stomach. “The potion's kicking in.
Winky!”

The little elf appeared instantly, Dobby was a heart-beat behind his mate. “Baby time
mistress?”

Hermione nodded, “Yes, get me to Luna.” She turned and kissed Harry hard. “I want that husband
of mine dead within the hour. Your heir will be born by then and you had better be there.”

“Yes my love.” He nodded at Winky who apparated Hermione to the Maternity ward of St.
Mungo's where Luna was waiting for her.

Harry turned to Dobby, “Ok my friend, let's go kill the bastard.”

Dobby smiled evilly and took Harry's hand to transport him to Ron and Hermione's home,
which actually belonged to Harry, Godric's Hollow.

Ron was lying on the couch snoring. He stank and there were dozens of butter-beer bottles lying
all around him. Harry shook his head, the good for nothing bastard. He was glad he had obliviated
his former friends memory of his only night with Hermione.

Harry silently cast an enervate on Ron. He had to hit him with a second one before Ron actually
sat up. “Time to die you stupid fool.”

Ron lurched to his feet, and clutched the chair to stand. “Oh, Hey Harry Mate. Fancy a
Butter-beer? I'm sure I have more around here somewhere.”

Obviously he was too drunk to understand the seriousness of the situation. Harry wanted to sober
him up but he needed him drunk for the planned accident to be believed.

“Ron you're an ass who has been stealing from me since I met you on the train. You don't
appreciate Hermione and for that you will die.”

Ron stumbled backwards pulling his wand from his pocket.

Before Ron could manage to cast anything Harry hit him with a silent Imperius curse and Ron put
away his wand and staggered out onto the porch and picked up his broom, he then launched himself
into the sky, nearly straight up. Dobby touched Harry and they both went invisible, together they
walked out on to the front porch, Ron was about two hundred feet up now and Harry had him start a
tight spiral, still heading up wards.

Harry could easily manage such a move, he had on numerous occasions playing professional
Quidditch, but Ron had never made any team and was a lazy arse anyway. Harry could feel him getting
progressively dizzy, it was going to happen very soon. Then, at about four hundred feet, he
suddenly slipped from the broom and began falling, continuing to spin. Harry canceled his Imperious
and Ron began to scream, he was far too drunk and dizzy to get his wand out much less figure out
something useful to do with it.

Seconds later, and about half a mile from the house Hermione hadn't slept in since the first
night of her marriage, the screaming stopped as Ron plowed into the rocky earth at sufficient speed
to kill even a wizard.

Harry asked Dobby for confirmation, “Dead?”

Dobby projected his mind to the crash site for a moment then shivered, “Yes Master.”

“Sorry my friend, I didn't think you were going to go look.” He picked up Dobby and gave his
little friend a hug. “Erase any evidence of us and take us to Hermione.”

A quick thought on Dobby's part and Harry's magical signature was erased from the room
and Ron's remains then they vanished.

When they appeared they were again visible. Hermione was cursing, “Fucking Harry Bloody
Potter!”

Fortunately for them the room was sealed and silenced, only Luna, Hermione's parents, and
Winky were in the room.

He didn't think she had noticed him yet so he approached her with some trepidation. “I'm
here Love.”

“GET OVER HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!”

He came in spite of her anger and took her hands. She was sitting in the birthing chair, legs
spread and Luna was already kneeling between them, looking much more serious than anyone would have
expected her to ever be. Luna had recently become the youngest birthing specialist for St.
Mungo's.

Hermione's parents each took hold of Harry's shoulders and held onto him while Hermione
tried to break his hands.

Hermione was panting, and then Luna said, “Push.”

Hermione bore down and grunted. Luna did something and the baby slid out into her hands,
followed quickly by the remaining fluids and afterbirth.

Winky cleaned the baby off with a practiced gesture and Luna announced, “Boy, Lineage: Mother
Hermione Potter, Father: Harry Potter.”

The boy began crying and flailing around in Luna's arms. Hermione lay back and smiled, then
pulled Harry down to a sloppy kiss before letting him go and getting a hug from her parents.

Harry took out his wand and severed the umbilical cord. Luna then wrapped the baby in a blanket
and presented him to Hermione.

“Here he is sister, the Potter heir. What do you name this child?” The boy had a black mop of
hair and Hermione's chocolate brown eyes.

Hermione was crying and caressing her son's cheek but answered, “James Sirius Potter.”

Luna smiled and nodded in approval. “Duly noted and recorded.” She then took out her wand and
cast several diagnostic spells on young James. “Healthy as could be. Take it easy and no sex until
I check you in a week.”

Emma looked confused, “Is that it? She can go?”

Luna looked at Hermione's mother, “Yes, she's all cleaned out and though she will have
contractions for a while as her uterus returns to normal size she shouldn't experience any more
pain.”

Harry hugged Luna, “Thank you for doing this for us.”

Luna kissed his cheek, “I wouldn't miss my god-son's birth for anything. Now go home,
I've got parchment work to do now.”

Dobby and Winky quickly took them all to Grimmauld Place.

Hermione's smile vanished as soon as they landed in the family room. “Is the bastard
dead?”

Harry nodded, “Very.”

Hermione sighed, “Excellent.”

Dan finally spoke, “So one down two to go?”

Hermione shook her head, “No, two down, only the bitch to go.”

Her parents both looked relieved; they had all been worried about Dumbledore.

Hermione pulled her shirt off and experimentally placed James on her left nipple. She bit her
lip as he did what he knew how to do. Harry was mesmerized as he watched their son suckle. Several
minutes later Hermione looked up, her face went deadly again. “Bring me your other son, I've
got another breast that needs a baby on it.”

Harry looked at the clock, “It'll be two more hours before the potion kicks in and she goes
into labor.” Harry knelt beside her and kissed his son's cheek then stood and kissed
Hermione.

He then apparated to his official home of Potter Manor, the home the bitch had insisted on
living in because it was the most elaborate. Luna would be filing the parchments to certify
Hermione's child as his heir. Once that was filed Ginny's could be born and she could die
accidentally.

He found her, as usual, in front of the muggle television, watching some soap opera. She had
become very lazy, a behavior he had encouraged as it disguised the fact that her heart had been
weakened over the last eight months. He checked the tea beside her chair, it was empty, she had
drunk the potion then.

She didn't bother to look up at him until a commercial came on. “Where have you been?”

He smiled his false smile, “Oh here and there. I went to visit Sirius's grave, today is the
anniversary of his death you know.”

“Oh, I had forgotten.”

Yes I knew you would bitch. But he didn't let the thought show on his face, “No problem. You
can go with me next year. I'm sure you wouldn't have liked the trip in your condition.”

She rubbed her distended belly with one chubby hand. “I'm getting contractions, I think it
will be very soon.”

Harry clapped his hands, “Excellent.”

She shushed him as the show came back on.

Merlin he wished he could just kill her where she sat! He hurried from the room before she
noticed his scowl. Not that she would anyway. He went into his study and closed the door, finally
able to relax he collapsed into his chair. Politically he was ready for today, well tomorrow
actually. Today they had dealt with the majority of the consequences of the old man's
manipulations. By tomorrow Harry would assume his seat on the Wizengamot, the seat he had signed
over to Dumbledore a year ago.

He still wasn't sure what to do about the Black seat he would also re-acquire. The law said
if he wanted to claim it he had to have a wife for each line. He felt under his shirt, the Elder
wand was safely where he had stashed it from Dumbledore's office and prepared for the greatest
acting job of his life.

He ached to be with Hermione and her parents right now but he had to be visible with Ginny as
she gave birth and died, then he had to grieve for a while, hopefully holding his son. And finally
he would make some excuse and take his other son home to his true wife.

He drifted off to sleep, visions of both baby's suckling on Hermione's engorged tits,
dancing in his head.

Dobby woke him, “Time for the bitch master.”

Harry launched himself across the room and out into the hall. Within ten seconds he had crossed
the floor and was in the TV room. Ginny was clutching her stomach; he could smell that her water
had broken. He didn't hesitate, he scooped her up and apparated to the lobby of St.
Mungo's.

He staggered under her weight when he landed but managed to yell, “Help! My wife's having a
baby!”

They ushered him into the maternity ward and some old bat of a healer was assigned to deliver
the child. This was also part of the plan; Luna couldn't be implicated in this. She would be
waiting with Dobby in case there was a problem with the baby and it needed her abilities.

The bitches' parents were summoned and arrived minutes before Ginny went into actual labor
and began pushing. Her face was bright red during the whole thing and then just before she pushed
the baby out he placed himself inside her mind.

*Time to die bitch! You've used me for the last time. I'm going to take this baby and
give it to Hermione to feed. She already has my heir on her breast now.* He pushed her heart up
another thirty beats a minute and felt it failing.

Ginny's only response was to try and stand, the effort involved finished pushing the baby
out and burst the weakened walls of her heart. She slumped in the chair, already dying.

Harry pulled out of her failing mind and moved his attention to the baby hoping everyone in the
room would ignore Ginny for the next thirty seconds so she would be beyond the point where she
could be saved.

“It's a boy.” Announced the old bat, she seemed to be having trouble keeping a hold of him
as he squirmed around in her arms. She did manage to clean him off with her wand.

Harry severed the umbilical cord as he had with James two hours earlier and smiled at his second
son. Just then Molly screamed, “MERLIN, GINNY!”

Harry spun, astonishment on his face, Ginny had turned purple. The baby started crying and the
old bat thrust him into Harry's arms yelling, “Oh no!” She then ran from the room yelling
“HELP.”

Harry took the blanket on the side table and wrapped is second son into it. He looked into the
boy's eyes, they were his green while his hair was red, whether that was his mother's genes
or Ginny's he didn't care. “Good morning Remus Daniel Potter.”

At the sound of his voice the boy grew silent.

Four Medi-witches and wizards ran into the room. Harry took one look at Ginny and knew she was
beyond help. Molly and Arthur had already been casting healing and enervating charms on their
daughter but they had done no good.

The bitch was dead! Harry was so happy he started crying. He was FREE!

Arthur noticed his tears and came to pat him on the shoulder. “Sorry Harry, it doesn't look
like she's going to make it.”

Harry just nodded, not trusting his voice. He had to stay long enough for confirmation and to
get the parchment work started.

It took a full ten minutes for the chief Medi-Wizard to declare Ginny Potter deceased.

Harry let out a ragged breath in relief; everyone else took it for sorrow as he had planned.

Finally the old bat returned to begin the parchment work as they whisked Ginny's corpse
away. Molly had collapsed into Arthur's arms and they staggered from the room.

“Mister Potter, with the mother deceased you may name the child. What name do you give this
son?”

He appeared to give it some thought before he said, “Remus Daniel Potter.”

She nodded, “Very well, Remus Daniel Potter. Lineage: Mother, Ginny Potter, deceased. Father:
Harry Potter.” She waved her wand over Remus quickly and smiled at him. “Quite a healthy lad. Let
me get you some formula to take home with him.”

Harry nodded and barely listened as the woman gave him a shrunken container of baby formula and
bottles, as soon as he could he apparated to Grimmauld Place with his second son.

Hermione was sitting on the couch; her mother was beside her, holding James as he slept while
her father was sitting by the fire reading the London Times.

Dobby, Winky, and Luna were sitting at the kitchen table on the far side of the room.

Hermione smiled when he arrived, Daniel and Luna both sprung to their feet. Everyone waited
though for Luna to check the baby's health. “Heart's a little weak but I can fix that.” She
turned to Hermione, “He's hungry.”

Hermione laughed, “Good. My right tit is bursting. Give him here Harry.”

Harry knelt and placed his newest son in her arms. When he was working on relieving the pressure
inside her she finally asked him, “Is the bitch gone?”

“Yes, her heart burst during the birth. I named him Remus Daniel.”

Dan smiled proudly, “Thanks son.”

Harry blushed at being called son, “You're welcome sir.”

Dan patted his shoulder, “So how long until you can make my daughter your official wife in the
magical world?”

“Tomorrow when news breaks of Dumbledore's death I'll start at Gringotts. Not sure when
Ron's remains will be found. I assume someone will go to tell him Ginny died, so hopefully all
of that news will also break.” He shrugged, “Our child is already registered as my heir so it's
going to come out quickly what we've been doing. I figure we can have a wizard wedding to match
the muggle one we had a year ago within the next two months.”

Hermione smiled wickedly, “Just long enough for me to get pregnant again.”

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