Circle of Life by Heaven

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 09/03/2004
Last Updated: 17/04/2004
Status: Completed

AU Fic: Harry Potter is sent into exile by Tom Riddle after being framed for his father's
death at age seven, leaving his mother and future fiancee Hermione behind. Ten years later with the
help of some new and old friends, he comes back to reclaim his throne. H/Hr romance




1. Chapter 1
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**Disclaimer: I disclaim. I own Hermione’s parents, at least in this story I do. The rest of
the characters you recognize? Not mine. They belong to JKR! And if I was her, I’d be writing book 6
and not fanfiction.**

**A/N: Well here I am with a brand new story, and I’m using this note to explain some things in
this fic BEFORE you read it. PLEASE READ THIS NOTE OR YOU MAY BE CONFUSED WITH THIS
CHAPTER!**

**Okay, to start things off, this is AU, you know, Alternate Universe. It will be following
along the plotline of “The Lion King” (no, they are not lions LOL). James is alive and he is King
of Gryffindor, Lily the Queen, and Harry the Prince.**

**Tom Riddle is James’s mentor and royal advisor, he has been a friend of the family for many
years now. He is also secretly the leader of the Death Eaters (aka the ‘hyenas’).**

**James was best friends with Sirius and Remus throughout school. Peter Pettigrew was not a
friend but he was hired by James to be their family butler.**

**The Grangers are a Duke and Duchess, bringing their daughter Hermione to become betrothed to
Harry. They are going to be living in Gryffindor as things back in their home land aren’t so good
anymore, and this way Harry and Hermione can grow up to be friends.**

**All right, I think that’s it for now. If you’re confused, please email me with your question
and I will be more than willing to answer it.**

**Thanks for reading my long A/N and now, here’s the story!!! And special thanks to Amynoelle,
Zimmeron and Ryoko Blue for helping me with this first chapter!**

The morning was bright and sunny, just as Lily Potter had been hoping for when she fell asleep
the previous night. The windows were open and a soft breeze wafted around the room. She could hear
several birds chirping on the tree just outside and she stretched lazily, lifting her arms above
her head and resting them on top of the covers.

SNORE!

Lily involuntarily jerked as a horrible sound reverberated through their room. She turned to see
that her husband James had flopped onto his back, his mouth hanging open as the most awful noises
continued to come from his open trap.

Sighing, Lily pushed the covers away and got up, slipping into her lavender silk robe. Stopping
in the bathroom, she washed her face and tied up her hair, deciding to get herself dressed after
breakfast.

“Good morning Mr. Filch,” she nodded her head at the caretaker of their home. He was not the
kindest of men, but he kept their palace clean and orderly.

“Morning, your highness,” Filch bowed respectfully as the queen passed him. Lily smiled at him
and continued on to the nursery.

“Good morning my love,” she looked down at her one year old son, who gazed back with his large
green eyes.

“Maa!” Harry Potter cried, lifting his arms. Lily hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead.

“Today is your big day Harry,” she said as she dressed him in his tiny scarlet and gold robes.
“You’ll be shown to all your future subjects so everyone can see just what a handsome boy you
are!”

“Da!” Harry gurgled and grinned at his mother. Lily laughed and hugged him again.

“How about some breakfast,” Lily tickled Harry under his chin. Bringing him downstairs, Lily put
him in his chair.

“Your highness,” Molly Weasley, her ladies maid, bowed respectfully. “I can handle our little
prince here if you’d like to get ready.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” Lily said. “I hardly get to feed him these days; we’ve been so busy
planning the events for this morning.”

“Ah yes,” Molly smiled at her. Her seventh son, Ron, was the same age as Harry, just a few
months older. She and Lily both hoped that the boys would grow up to be the best of friends. “I’ll
go draw your bath for you then.”

“Thank you Molly,” Lily smiled warmly at her. She rummaged around in the large pantry and came
out with a bowl of oatmeal, flavoured with strawberries and some sweet pumpkin juice. “Time to eat
Harry!” she sat down and spooned the food into his open mouth.

“Maa!” Harry cried, banging his little fists on the chair. Lily laughed as she fed him some
juice.

James Potter grinned as he watched his wife and son. It was not uncommon to see the queen in the
kitchen, as she was prone to making meals every now and again. She had been raised a Muggle, so
their castle held a mix of both kinds of food.

“Now Harry,” his wife chastised his son as Harry spat out a mouthful of oatmeal. “That’s not a
good boy,” Lily fought hard not to smile as Harry grinned back at her, his large eyes moving past
his mother to see his father.

“Da!” he howled, his legs kicking in midair. James grinned and strode towards them. Harry
squirmed in excitement as his father picked him up.

“How’s my boy this morning?” James asked, swinging him into the air. Harry shrieked happily,
making both his parents laugh. “So was it me that woke you up?” he looked at his wife.

Lily shook her head, a smile tugging at a corner of her mouth. “You snore so loudly sometimes,”
she said. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up the whole castle.”

James grinned at her, stepping over. “And how terrible of me- I never gave you a good morning
kiss,” he said as Lily rested her chin on his shoulder.

“Terrible husband,” she said teasingly. “But you can make it better,” James snorted as he kissed
his wife.

“DAAAAAA!” Harry screamed, frustrated because he was not the centre of attention. His parents
broke apart from each other and smiled at him, making Harry calm down.

“Come on you, off with Daddy while Mummy gets dressed,” James wiped a fleck of oatmeal from
Harry’s cheek as the royal family left the kitchen. The king took his son off to his study while
the queen left for the bathroom.

Lily slid into the scented hot water as Molly loosened her hair from the knot and began to brush
it out. “I can’t believe Harry is already a year old,” Lily said, her eyes closed.

“He’s gotten so big,” Molly said, combing out the last of the tangles. Molly thought of Lily as
a daughter, she certainly looked like she belonged in the family with her long red hair and warm
smile.

“He’ll be seventeen before I know it,” Lily said, running her washcloth up over her arms. “Ready
to take over the kingdom…” she sighed and Molly placed a hand on her shoulder.

“He’ll be a good ruler,” the older woman said. “He’ll have you and the king to guide him
along.”

“I hope so,” Lily said. “James has been a good king,” she said quietly. “He’s had so much to
deal with ever since his parents died.”

Molly shook her head. “Those Death Eaters… their revolts always leave the cities in a state of
ruin.”

Lily nodded. She and James had barely been married for a month when his parents, the king and
queen at the time, were caught out in the countryside by a pack of Death Eaters. They were killed
on the spot, leaving her and James to fill their shoes in a matter of days.

For several months after that, James was withdrawn, only making public appearances when he had
to. There had been a terrific strain on their relationship when Lily discovered she was
pregnant.

Everything had changed at that point. She and James started spending more time together, and
Lily admitted to herself that she’d fallen in love with him all over again. Once Harry had been
born they’d been closer than ever, and now it was almost as it was before James’s parents had
died.

“If we could only find out who their leader is,” Lily mused as Molly brought over a towel. She
got out of the water and wrapped it around herself, shivering as the cooler air met her bare
skin.

“Well, we have better things to think of than that,” Molly’s tone turned cheerful. “Your son
will be shown for the first time to the kingdom today!”

Lily smiled, all thoughts of Death Eaters flying from her head. “Yes and the announcement of his
betrothal to the Duke of Lorandon’s daughter. They’re coming from the north and should be here
soon.”

“Yes, we’ve prepared the rooms in the east wing for them,” Molly said as Lily disappeared into
her closet. She came out several minutes later dressed in stunning green robes that hung on her
slender figure, showing off her graceful curves.

“Hair up today, your highness?” Molly asked, moving behind the queen.

“I think so,” Lily said, looking through a book. “Something like this would be lovely,”

Molly waved her wand and Lily’s rich red hair began twisting itself back into a complicated
looking bun.

“What is that Harry?” James pointed to a quill sitting on his desk. “Quill, can you say that?
Quill,” he repeated slowly.

“Da!” Harry bubbled.

“No Harry, quill. Say quill,” James repeated it slowly again.

“Daaa! Maaa!” Harry said loudly.

“Quill,” James held it up.

Harry grabbed for it. “Qill,” he said proudly as he clutched the feather. “Qill!”

“That’s right Harry!” James was delighted. “Quill!” he walked around the office. “Now this… can
you say book? Book?”

“Bok!” Harry shouted, clapping his hands together. James hugged his son and straightened the
scarlet and gold robes. “Daddy’s going to take you out of the castle today,”

Harry looked back at him like he actually knew what James was talking about. “We just have to
wait for your Mum to finish getting ready,”

“Your highness, the Grangers of Lorandon have arrived,” Peter Pettigrew, the family butler said.
“The Queen has already gone to greet them.”

“Thank you,” James nodded and Pettigrew left. The king carried his son down to the grand
entryway where his wife stood with another couple, who carried a bundle in their arms swathed in
blue and silver robes.

“Welcome,” James said, stepping next to his wife. “I’m so pleased you came for this day.”

“Thank you,” the duke nodded his head respectfully. “Your son’s betrothal to our Hermione is
most generous.”

“Maa!” Harry reached for his mother, who gladly received him. The duchess smiled at him and
Harry looked curiously at her.

“Qill!” Harry announced, showing off the feather still clutched in his hand.

Lily gasped. “Did you just say quill Harry?” she asked.

“Qill!” Harry grinned at his mother.

“He just learned that in the library,” James said proudly. “Is Hermione speaking yet?”

“Oh, just baby talk,” the duke replied. He pulled back the blanket to reveal a pink face
surrounded by curly brown hair. “This is Hermione, our pride and joy.”

“She’s beautiful,” Lily said as the little girl opened her eyes and yawned. Harry looked down at
her with great interest.

“Baby!” he pointed at her.

“That’s right, a baby,” Lily replied, and her son wiggled around in her arms making his excited
noise.

“Can we show you to your rooms?” James asked, offering his arm to the duchess. They were moving
to live in the palace with the royal family so their children could grow up knowing one another as
their affairs in their home land were tied up.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Lily and the duke followed behind holding their respective
children.

*** *** ***

“They seem like a very respectable family,” Lily said as James hurried to get dressed for the
ceremony.

“Quite,” James replied. “It seems we’re helping them out. Their lands are in debt and by this
union it’s been saved.”

“That’s wonderful,” Lily replied. “Harry certainly seems interested already,” she joked, smiling
at James.”

“Good taste,” James pulled his robes on and rumpled his hair. “Ready!” he announced.

“Ready,” Lily answered. James wound his arm around his wife’s waist and kissed her lightly.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” Lily replied, kissing him again. “Now let’s go show the future king to his
subjects.”

The king and queen left their bedroom and went out to the front entryway where they had stood
with the Grangers not a quarter hour before. They were already standing there with a wide awake
Hermione and another special guest.

“Professor Dumbledore,” James greeted his former headmaster.

“Your highness,” Albus Dumbledore greeted his onetime Head Boy and Girl. “You’re looking lovely
as always,” he nodded to Lily.

“Thank you, Professor.” Lily replied. “May I introduce the Duke and Duchess of Lorandon,” she
said politely. “They have come to stay with us.”

“Delighted,” Dumbledore said, bowing to each one. “Am I correct in assuming that this is our
future queen?”

“That’s right,” James replied.

Dumbledore took baby Harry from Lily, admiring his green eyes, exactly like his mother’s. The
adults carried the children up to the tower balcony, where all of Diagon Alley could be seen.

The crowds had gathered already as James and Lily, as King and Queen, went out first.

James grinned as everyone began to cheer. Lily raised her hand in greeting as they stepped to
the side. The applause continued as the duke and duchess came out with Hermione.

Last one out was Dumbledore, who carried Harry with the baby’s back pressed to his stomach.

“I’m honoured to present the citizens of the kingdom of Gryffindor to their future king,”
Dumbledore said, his voice being heard in all corners. “Prince Harry James Potter, future King of
Gryffindor!” he raised the baby high over his head and the crowd exploded into thunderous
applause.

Harry cooed as he kicked his tiny feet into the air, looking down unknowingly at his destiny.
Dumbledore held him up for several minutes more until James took him.

“Thank you!” he called out. “The Queen and I are so pleased to see you welcome our son.” He
paused and they applauded again. “We are here to make another announcement.”

James gestured to Lily who stood beside him. “We’d like to present to you your future queen of
Gryffindor, Hermione Granger of Lorandon!”

The Duke moved forward and held up Hermione in the same manner that Dumbledore had with Harry as
James came and held Harry next to her. Hermione grinned at Harry as they both squealed loudly.

*** *** ***

Tom Riddle involuntarily curled his upper lip as he watched the scene taking place on the
balcony above him. He was supposed to be up there but had conveniently been called away from the
castle that morning.

‘*King James Potter, Prince Harry Potter*,’ Tom thought hatefully as the two babies were
lowered and the royal families disappeared back into the castle.

It should have been his, the whole package. Tom shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his
robes as he turned to his three best Death Eaters, disguised as village folk.

Lucius Malfoy was first to push back his brown hood, revealing his long blond hair. “Touching,”
he sneered.

Bellatrix Lestrange was next to unveil followed by Anton Dolohov right behind her.

“Why are we here?” Anton asked, clearly bored.

“We are *here* because I need to know everything that’s going on.” Tom replied. “How am I
to take over if I’m always stuck back in Knockturn Alley with all of you?”

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and moved closer to Lucius. “What exactly are we here for?” she asked,
echoing Anton.

“All in good time,” Tom brushed a dark piece of hair out of his eyes and smiled grimly.

*** *** ***

Lily Potter watched her son breathe in and out softly and steadily. “He’s so tired, he’s had
such a big day,” she whispered to Lucy Granger.

“Hermione was out like a light as soon as Jack took her to our rooms.” Lucy said as they left
the nursery. “You’ve been so generous to the three of us; I don’t know how to thank you.”

“”We’re happy to do it,” Lily replied. “Your family came highly recommended, and Harry seems to
have taken to Hermione already besides. She’s such a beautiful and sweet little girl.” Lily had sat
with Hermione after dinner and was by now head over heels in love with the baby as well.”

“Thank you,” Lucy smiled. “And Jack and I also appreciate you letting us live here with you.”
She sighed as they came to the main entry hall that split the castle from the east to the west
wing. “Things have gotten so disastrous at home, what with Jack’s brother wasting away most of the
family fortune…” she sighed again and Lily placed an arm around her.

“Don’t worry, now that the betrothal has been announced, your family title will regain any
respect that was lost,” Lily replied. “And I’m just thrilled that you’re staying here now. It’ll be
nice to have another woman around besides my maid, Molly.”

Lucy smiled. “I’d best retire for the evening. Thank you again,” the two women hugged and went
their separate ways.

James was already dressed for bed when she got back to the room. He smiled at his wife, watching
her get herself ready before slipping in beside him.

“It was a perfect ceremony.” Lily said as James drew her into his arms. “And I’m so happy the
Grangers are here now.”

“So am I,” James said, nuzzling his face in her hair. “Jack is a good fellow.” He began to run
his fingers through his wife’s loosened red locks. “I wish Sirius and Remus were here though,”

“Me too,” Lily replied. “I don’t understand why they just… up and left. I should have thought if
they were going someplace why they didn’t just say goodbye, or even leave a note.” Her husband’s
two childhood friends had simply disappeared not long ago, leaving most of their possessions
behind.

“Besides that, Tom wasn’t even around.” James added. “I’d have thought he’d be standing up with
us.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “To be honest, I hadn’t given him one thought all day until now.” She
tremendously disliked her husband’s mentor, although she always put on a polite face in front of
him.

Tom Riddle had been a trust friend of James’s father, and so James held him in a very high
regard as well. With his dark hair, he was very handsome and still looked as young as James
himself, even though Tom was 10 years his elder.

“I don’t know why you hate him,” James propped himself up on one elbow. “He’s always been good
with his advice and he likes you very much.”

“I’m not sure why,” Lily said thoughtfully. “There’s something about him that isn’t right. I
can’t explain it.”

“I think you’re crazy,” James said, grinning so she would know he was joking. “It’s a good thing
I love crazy women.”

Lily shook her head as she pushed him over and rolled herself on top of him. “I love you James,”
she said, her mouth just centimetres away.

“I know Lils, and I love you too.” James’s eyes softened as he kissed her.



2. Chapter 2
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**Chapter 2**

**A/N: I feel it necessary to explain here that chapter two starts up six years later Harry is
seven years old.**

**Special thanks to Amynoelle and Truffles for their help in this chapter!**

Harry Potter turned, still deep in sleep when the incessant shrieking of his alarm clock woke
him up.

“What…” he muttered, reaching his hand over to turn it off. Once it had stopped, he remembered
why he’d set it for so early.

“Dad!” Harry exclaimed excitedly, putting his footed pyjama feet out of the bed and racing out
of his room. His father had agreed to show him his future kingdom that day, they would stand up on
the balcony tower and he would point out each and every thing.

Harry had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like all of his seven year old life. He
barged into his parents’ room without knocking and proceeded to fly directly onto the bed.

“Dad!” Harry pounced on his father. “Dad wake up! It’s morning and you said you’d take me to the
tower!” He shook his dad, who was valiantly trying to cling to sleep.

“Your son is awake,” Lily murmured.

“At this time of morning, he’s your son,” James muttered back and then groaned as Harry jumped
onto his stomach.

“Come on dad! You promised,” Harry glared angrily at his father who finally opened his eyes.

“All right, all right you little bugger.” James sat up, yawning enormously. “I’m up.”

“YEAH!” Harry fell off the bed in his enthusiasm. He popped back up immediately and grinned at
his mother. “Good morning Mum,” he said, running to her side for his hug.

“Good morning Harry,” Lily pulled her son close. “You’re getting as bad as your father with
these wake up calls,” she teased.

Harry grinned back up at her and Lily felt her heart beat faster. Her son was truly her pride
and joy, the brightest thing in her life. She knew James felt the same way.

“Come on dad!” Harry was trying to drag his half dressed father out of the room. “I’ve been
waiting all morning already!”

“You just got up two minutes before you were in here,” James pointed out, disappearing into his
closet for a moment and coming out fully dressed in his scarlet and gold robes. “Now I’ve got to
wait for *you* to get yourself ready.”

Harry cast his father a furious glare that made James burst out laughing. Lily turned the other
way so Harry wouldn’t see her grinning as well before he turned and ran out of the room.

“He’s certainly a bundle of energy isn’t he,” Lily said.

“Too right you are,” James replied. “Well I’d better go get him before he tears the room
up,”

“We’ll all have breakfast together when the two of you get back,” Lily answered, sliding into
her robe.

James got a now dressed Harry from his room and they headed up for the balcony tower. The sun
was half risen by the time they reached the top and James took Harry over near the edge.

“Everything you see out there is our land Harry,” James said after several minutes. “Someday,
when I’m gone, that will be your kingdom. You’ll have to rule it fairly.”

“I will,” Harry replied, looking in awe at everything beneath them. “Dad we live really high
up!”

James laughed. “Well we are on top of a very tall tower Harry; the castle actually isn’t so
high.”

Harry peered down again, watching as several shopkeepers came out to set up for the day. He
watched the baker set out fresh loaves of bread in the window and the open door let out tantalizing
scents that just barely reached his nose. The sun glinted on the glass of the Quidditch shop and he
could see the newest model broom on display.

“Dad what’s that place over there that looks so dark?” Harry pointed to a long stretch of
shadowy grey that the sunlight did not seem to hit.

“That’s Knockturn Alley Harry,” James replied. “It’s a dangerous place, and I don’t even want to
*hear* of you going there.”

“Why is it dangerous?” Harry asked curiously.

“I don’t want you going there.” James ignored the last question. “Come on, let’s go back down
and have breakfast with your mum, and then we can go take our walk around down there.”

“Yeah!” Harry forgot about Knockturn Alley… for now.

*** *** ***

“Why is it that we always have to play school, you’re always the teacher, and you make me sit
here and do stupid school assignments?” Ron Weasley glared at Hermione Granger. “We’re on holiday;
I don’t want to do schoolwork!”

“We’re just *playing*!” Seven year old Hermione put her hands on her hips and glared back.
“You never get so mad when Harry’s around!”

“That’s because Harry and I can talk together while you pretend you’re some professor!” Ron shot
back. Hermione narrowed her eyes and snatched her play workbook away from him.

“Then go find Harry and play with him!” she snapped back angrily.

“He’s out with his dad this morning,” Ron replied shortly. “And my mum told me I *have* to
stay with you until he comes back.”

Hermione glared at him again as Ron turned his back to her, muttering some unflattering remark.
‘*He acts more like he’s three than seven*,’ she thought, and then an evil idea occurred to
her.

Sneaking back over to her bag, Hermione retrieved a glass jar with a large spider she’d found
near one of the windows that morning. She liked to keep specimens of all kind in her bedroom, in
one jar she had a grasshopper and in another a blue bell flame that Lily had conjured for her.

Unscrewing the lid, she picked up the spider and dropped it on Ron’s shoulder. Smiling, Hermione
backed away and replaced the jar in her bag, then went back to her play workbooks, her head bent
down as if she was working hard.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the scream a moment later told her Ron had discovered
the spider. Biting down on her lower lip so she wouldn’t laugh, Hermione glanced up with a look of
innocence.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“SPIDER!” Ron was dancing around the room trying to get it off without actually having to touch
it. “GET IT OFF!” he screamed.

Queen Lily and Molly Weasley rushed into the room at that moment, Molly rushing to her son while
Hermione fished her glass jar back out of her bag.

“Here, I can trap it in this,” Hermione offered calmly, coming forward with the jar.

“Thank you dear,” Lily responded, taking it while Molly held Ron still. Lily scooped the spider
back into the jar and handed it to Hermione with a secret smile.

“She put that on me!” Ron accused, pointing at Hermione.

“Honestly Ron,” Mrs. Weasley straightened his robes. “Why would Hermione do something like
that?”

“Because she hates me,” Ron replied, burying his face in his mother’s shoulder.

Hermione shrugged, still keeping her innocent look. “Of course I don’t hate you Ron. I was just
trying to play school with you when you started screaming like that.”

Mrs. Weasley looked down at her youngest son. “Ronald, you be nice and play with Hermione. Harry
will be back soon enough!”

“That’s right, he just went back up to the balcony tower with his father for a little while
longer,” Lily said, her hand resting on Hermione’s shoulder.

Ron looked at Hermione who gave a tiny smirk back at him then turned and went back to her
workbooks, tucking the spider into her bag.

*** *** ***

Harry was about to go down to the library but doubled back and went into the wing where his
father’s mentor lived instead.

“Tom?” he asked politely, knocking on the open door frame. Tom Riddle was hunched over his desk
writing something and jumped when he heard the young prince.

“Yes, Harry?” he asked, forcing a smile onto his face as the child came into his room. He had to
push the disgust down, keep it away lest any of them catch on.

“Guess what! My dad showed me the whole kingdom this morning!” Harry was excited to tell one of
his favourite people about his day so far.

“Really!” Tom sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. “Tell me about it!”

“Well first we went up to the balcony tower and looked over at everything, and then after we had
breakfast with my mum, Dad took me out in Diagon Alley! I’ve never been out there before!” Harry
talked very fast.

“So he even showed you Knockturn Alley then?” Tom feigned a look of shock when Harry shook his
head.

“No, that’s the only place he wouldn’t show me. He won’t even tell me what’s in there that makes
it so bad.”

“And how right he is! Young princes such as yourself have *no* place in Knockturn Alley!
Why, the Dark Magic items they sell there could very well be the death of you!” Harry’s eyes
widened.

“Dark Magic items?” he asked. The Dark Arts were something both his parents refused to let him
learn about. They told him once he got into Hogwarts he’d learn about it there, and not before.

“Oops,” Tom covered his mouth. “I’ve gone and said too much, haven’t I? Harry, let’s let that be
our little secret, all right?”

Harry nodded eagerly, happy to share something with a person he admired almost as much as his
father.

“All right,” Tom smiled at the boy and resisted the urge to squeeze his throat. “Now go on, I’ve
got lots of work to do.” Harry hugged him and turned to leave.

He was almost to the door when Tom’s voice made him stop. “Remember Harry… it’s our little
secret now! Promise me you’ll never, EVER go there!”

“No problem,” Harry replied, his fingers crossed behind his back.

*** *** ***

Harry raced down the corridor towards the library where he knew Ron and Hermione would be
waiting for him. He hoped Hermione wasn’t going to make them play school again that day.

“Hey,” he said, stopping short at the sullen look on Ron’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“She set a *spider* on me!” Ron exclaimed. “All because I told her how we hated to play
school!”

Hermione looked up. “Do you really hate playing school?”

“Uh,” Harry didn’t know what to say. He really didn’t like playing it but he didn’t want to hurt
Hermione’s feelings. He liked her very very much. “It’s all right, I guess. I just don’t want to
play it every day.”

“Oh,” Hermione looked down at her books.

“But listen,” Harry motioned Ron over. “I found out about a really cool place today!”

“Really?” Hermione’s curiosity was piqued. “Where is it?”

“Let’s go to it and I’ll tell you once we get there,” Harry replied. The three of them left the
library and were down in the main entryway when Lily saw them.

“Where are the three of you off to?” she asked.

“Uh…” Harry seemed at a loss for words again. “Just… somewhere out in the gardens.”

“In the gardens? What’s so great about the gardens?” Ron asked.

“I’ll show you once we’ve gotten there,” Harry replied through clenched teeth.

“Well just be careful,” Lily said. She was keeping an extra close eye on Hermione while her
parents were back in Lorandon settling their affairs.

“We will.” Harry tugged on Hermione’s hand as he pulled the heavy doors open.

“Also, Pettigrew will be going with you,” Lily replied as they were about to step outside.

“No!” Harry replied as Ron and Hermione both made faces. “Come on Mum, he won’t let us do
anything fun!”

“You need someone to watch you,” Lily insisted firmly. “Pettigrew!” she motioned to the butler.
“Please go outside and keep an eye on the children.”

“Yes your highness,” Pettigrew bowed respectfully, and then followed the children outside. He
stayed several paces following the children before bringing his wrist up to his face. “Sir, I’ve
been ordered to follow the children,”

Tom’s voice came quietly out of a magical receiver implanted in his silver cuff. “Lure them into
Knockturn Alley. I’ve already set the trap for Harry, and my three best are waiting for them in
there.”

Ron tagged behind Harry and Hermione, who had their heads together while whispering
furiously.

"Might I ask," Ron jumped as Pettigrew came up behind him. "What you plan to do
once they're married?"

Ron stopped dead in his tracks as did Harry and Hermione. "What are you talking
about?" Harry asked.

"You mean your parents never told you?" Pettigrew had a slight smirk on his face.
"Prince Harry, you and Hermione will one day be married."

Harry looked at Hermione, who made a face. "I don't want to marry him!" she
replied. "He's my friend."

"Same here," Harry answered, looking over at Ron who was sniggering at him. “It’s way
too weird to marry her.”

“She’d probably make you play school all day then,” Ron laughed. Hermione turned and glared at
him.

“Look there’s a big spider!” she pointed to a bush directly behind the redhead and Ron yelped,
running away.

Harry doubled over with laughter as Hermione smirked at Ron and Pettigrew simply looked
bored.

“Children, can we please go to the gardens so we can get back inside sooner?” he asked, checking
his watch.

“You can go back inside,” Harry replied. He thought Pettigrew was old and stodgy even though he
was the same age as his parents.

“Unfortunately I can’t. I’m under orders from the Queen to watch you,” Pettigrew replied.

“Well I said you can go back inside,” Hermione replied, her arms crossed. She and Ron disliked
Pettigrew as well.

“I only take orders from the Queen, little girl.” He replied.

“Well she’s the future queen,” Harry said loyally, sharing a grin with his friends.

“Not yet she isn’t!” Pettigrew said, starting to grow annoyed. The three children all stood and
glared up at him.

“You’re not going to let us have any fun,” Ron finally spoke.

“Listen,” Pettigrew had just about had enough. “If you three want to go off and do something, go
ahead. I won’t tell the queen.”

Harry raised a sceptical eyebrow. “You won’t?” he asked, his tone laden with doubt.

“My word,” Pettigrew held up his hand. “Just do whatever you want to do then come back here and
we’ll all go in together,” he forced a smile onto his face; it wasn’t hard thinking how pleased his
master would be.

Harry still looked doubtful but then grabbed Hermione and Ron’s hands. “Come on, let’s go.” The
three children ran off and Pettigrew retreated into the gardens to confer with Tom Riddle.

*** *** ***

Harry held the castle gate open and Hermione and Ron slipped through. The three ran down the
path leading into Diagon Alley, not wanting to look behind in case someone was coming to bring them
back.

“We made it!” Ron exclaimed as they reached Diagon Alley. “Is this where you went with your dad
this morning?”

“Yeah!” Harry was excited. “There’s the Quidditch shop, and the bakery…” he pulled his friends
along until they reached the long dark alleyway.

“What’s down there?” Hermione asked, not liking the shadowy grey in front of them. She
unconsciously moved closer to Harry, clutching his arm.

“That’s Knockturn Alley,” Harry replied. “Tom Riddle told me they sell Dark Arts objects in
there.”

Both Hermione and Ron’s eyes grew wide as saucers. “Really?” they asked at once.

“It’ll be cool to go down there,” Harry said, feeling brave.

“I don’t want to,” Hermione replied. “It looks scary.”

“Don’t be so scared all the time Hermione,” Ron said sarcastically. “It’s only an alleyway.” He
mimicked her earlier tone with the spider.

“Shut up Ron,” she answered. “Can we please go back to the castle? This isn’t very fun
anymore.”

“Come on, just a few minutes in there and then we’ll leave. I just want to see some Dark Arts
things,” Harry said.

Hermione bit her lower lip as she looked from Harry to Ron to the dark alley. “Just a few
minutes?” she asked.

“I promise,” Harry replied.

The three of them huddled close together as they walked down the uneven path. It was so much
darker here than in Diagon Alley; Harry could hardly make out the store windows they were so caked
with dirt.

Wizards and witches dressed in dark blue and black turned to look at them as they made their way
down. Hermione clung even closer to him while Ron held on to her other arm.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” a cold voice made the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck
prickle and he turned around. A man with long blond hair stood there next to a woman, her long
black hair falling over her shoulders to hang past her waist, and another man who had a hood pulled
up, shrouding his face except for his eyes which were very piercing.

“Little children out of their territory,” Bellatrix purred, moving closer to them.

“Trespassers,” Dolohov intoned.

“Wait a moment,” Lucius flew forward and grabbed Harry’s arm. “You’re the prince, aren’t
you?”

Harry pulled his arm away, glaring fiercely at the other man. “Yes, I am.” He replied bravely,
to show he wasn’t scared.

“Do you *know* what we do to little princes who step out of safety?” Lucius asked
chillingly.

“Leave him alone!” Hermione shouted. “We were just going to leave and we weren’t bothering
you!”

Lucius nodded to Bellatrix who shot past them and grabbed Hermione, pulling hard on the little
girl’s shoulder length bushy hair. Ron tried to help his friend but was restrained by Dolohov.

“Do you know who we are, *prince*?” Lucius asked, his tone mocking.

“You’re Death Eaters,” Harry replied, his green eyes alit with anger. “You’re those stupid
people who my dad is going to put in Azkaban!”

Lucius sneered. “You know too much little boy,” he snarled, his teeth clenched. “I’m afraid I
can’t let you leave here now that you’ve seen us,” he retrieved his wand from his cloak and pointed
it directly at Harry’s forehead. “Acercre…” he whispered, and a hot white light came from his wand
and cut a lightning shape mark in Harry’s forehead.

Harry clenched his teeth and tried not to whimper in pain; his eyes were shut tight but tears
leaked out of them. Hermione struggled to get away from Bellatrix as Ron tried to kick Dolohov in
the shin.

“GET AWAY FROM MY SON!” a roar was heard over the growing crowd and James Potter rushed in,
knocking Lucius away. Harry fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding forehead.

“Oh, your majesty,” Lucius bowed. “I didn’t realise this was *your* son…” He motioned to
Bellatrix and Dolohov and Ron and Hermione were dropped to the ground. “We just thought they were
silly beggar children who needed to be taught a lesson.”

James growled, grabbing Lucius by his throat. “You’re lucky this it out of my jurisdiction and I
can’t do anything. But if I catch you near my son again, I will kill you.” He pushed the other man
away and picked Harry up.

“Come on,” he said shortly to the other two children, making them walk ahead of him. The bright
sunlight blinded them momentarily as they made their way back up to the castle.

Lily came rushing out as she saw her husband carrying their son. “What happened?” she cried,
Molly right behind her.

“He got hurt,” James replied, his tone sharp. “Get Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey from Hogwarts
please Molly,” he did not stop and Ron and Hermione still followed as he took Harry upstairs. “Tell
them to meet us in my bedroom.”

Molly nodded and rushed to the fireplace while Lily followed them upstairs. “James, tell me what
happened!”

“They went into Knockturn Alley,” James replied, setting his son down on the bed while Hermione
and Ron silently took chairs near the door. “They slipped away while Pettigrew’s back was turned,
and he saw them heading down the path towards Diagon Alley. That’s when he came and got me,” at
this Hermione and Ron exchanged a furious look with each other, each agreeing to never trust the
butler again.

Lily sat down, beside Harry, who had fallen unconscious. She pulled a handkerchief out of her
bodice and removed Harry’s hand, replacing it with the kerchief. “What happened to him?”

“Cutting spell, “James replied shortly, his arms folded. He turned to face Ron and Hermione.
“Whose idea was this to go in there?”

Hermione’s eyes were filled with tears as Ron scuffed his shoe at the floor. Neither of them
wanted to betray Harry.

“If it was Harry, you can tell me,” James relaxed a bit, knowing he was scaring the two
children.

“Yes,” Hermione finally replied in a small voice. “We just thought we’d see what it was like,
that’s all.”

James sighed and Molly came rushing into the room at that moment, Dumbledore and the nurse from
Hogwarts following behind her.

“Thank you for coming,” James said, relief clear on his face. Molly ushered Ron and Hermione out
with her and left the royal family alone.

Madame Pomfrey pulled the cloth from Harry’s forehead and immediately replaced it with a salve
which stopped the bleeding. Cleaning the wound off, she shook her head.

“It’s as I suspected,” she said to Dumbledore.

“What is?” James and Lily asked.

“Whoever did this used a permanent cutting spell,” Dumbledore replied. “Acercre- he’ll have that
scar forever.”

Lily gasped and they both moved forward to look at their son’s forehead. A jagged, lighting bolt
shape scar now marred the smooth skin, and Lily reached out her finger to touch it.

“There’s nothing you can do to remove it?” James asked.

“I am sorry,” Dumbledore informed him quietly. “I don’t think it will bother him very much
however.”

“My baby,” Lily pressed her lips to Harry’s forehead. He began to fidget and she sat back in
relief. “He’s waking up,”

James stalked over to the bed, crossing his arms. Harry cracked his eyes open, he had a terrific
headache.

“Mum?” he saw his mother looking down in concern. “What happened?”

“You deliberately disobeyed me,” James snapped before Lily could open her mouth. “I told you
this morning you were not to go to Knockturn Alley!”

Harry tried to sit up. “Dad we didn’t mean to…” he started but James interrupted.

“You didn’t mean to? You just decided to LEAVE the castle grounds, which you know you are not
allowed to do without an adult with you, and you didn’t MEAN to go into Knockturn Alley? You not
only put yourself in danger, you almost got Ron and Hermione killed as well!” James was shouting
now, forgetting there were three other people in the room.

“James,” Lily put a hand on his arm.

“No,” James shrugged it off. “Harry’s going to be king someday. He needs to learn to not make
such stupid decisions!”

Harry’s lower lip trembled as his eyes filled with tears. “Dad I’m sorry,” he choked out, the
tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Get out of here,” James said, pointing towards the door. “Get in your room; I don’t want to see
you until dinner.”

Harry gulped down another sob and fled, leaving everyone staring after him.

**Awww… poor Harry, James really gave it to him didn’t he…**

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3. Chapter 3
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**A/N: Here’s the chapter that I’ve been dreading, as have most of you as well. It gets even
darker next chapter before I go 10 years into the future. Please R/R if you read this, I really
appreciate all comments!**

**And thanks to those of you who took the time to review the last chapter, and to Amynoelle for
helping me through the end of this one.**

James stood outside his son’s bedroom door. Harry had not come down for dinner, and after many
disapproving looks from his wife, James decided to go and talk to him, rationally.

He’d let his anger and fear get the best of him, and James hated himself for it. The look in
Harry’s eyes when he had yelled at him… he hoped to never have to see that again.

Knocking softly and receiving no response, James opened the door. Harry lay on his side, fast
asleep, his back facing the door. Upon coming closer to the bed, James noticed he was curled up
into a ball, and tearstains covered his face.

Feeling even more guilty, the king sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook his son.

“Harry,” he said quietly. “Harry wake up.”

Harry sighed and turned over, his eyes opening groggily. He saw his father sitting there and he
sat up, scrubbing at his face with his palms.

The two of them sat in silence for several minutes. “You didn’t come down to dinner,” James
finally said. “Your mum and I were worried.”

“I fell asleep,” Harry replied. “I’m not hungry.”

James nodded then opened his arms. “Come here,” he said and Harry threw himself into his
father’s embrace. “Shhhh…” James held him, rubbing his back until Harry stopped crying.

“Dad I really am sorry,” Harry said, wiping at his eyes.

“I know you are,” James replied. “And I’m sorry for yelling at you like I did.”

“I just wanted to be brave,” Harry wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Just like you.”

“Harry,” James pulled himself up and sat with his back against the headboard, then patted the
spot next to him. “I’m not brave all the time. In fact, today when I saw you being hurt, I was more
scared than I’d ever been.”

“Really?” Harry seemed shocked.

“You are the most important person to me Harry,” James said. “Not because you’re going to be a
king someday, but because you’re my son. You’re more important than anything else in my life.”

“Even more than mum?” Harry asked, his tone surprised.

“Even more than mum,” James echoed. “And I’m willing to bet she feels the same way.”

Harry gave his father a small smile. “Those guys got pretty scared when you came in there
today,” he said.

“That’s because no one stands up to me!” James stood up and puffed out his chest. “Come here!”
He pulled Harry off the bed and they started play wrestling on the floor.

Harry laughed until his sides ached as he pinned his father on the floor. “I win!” he cried out
triumphantly, before James grabbed him and started tickling.

Some time later, after they both caught their breath, James took Harry down to the kitchens for
something to eat.

“Dad can I ask you something?” Harry asked as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“Of course you can,” James replied.

“Do… do I have to marry Hermione?” He asked.

James choked on his drink, coughing for several moments before he could speak again. “Who told
you that?”

“Pettigrew did,” Harry replied. “I don’t want to marry her.”

“Why not?” James asked.

“She’s my friend,” Harry said. “I like her too much to marry her.”

James started laughing. “Harry, in ten years trust me, you’ll be looking at Hermione in a much
different way than you do now.”

“Gross,” Harry made a face as he finished off his supper.

Upstairs, Hermione and Lily were having a similar conversation. While her parents were away,
Lily decided to put Hermione in a room closer to hers and James until they came back.

“Can I ask you a question?” Hermione asked, snuggling down into her blankets.

“Of course you can love,” Lily answered.

“Do I really have to marry Harry someday?” she asked, a bit timidly.

“Who told you about that?” Lily’s eyes widened. The adults had decided to wait until they were
almost of age to inform them of their betrothal.

“Pettigrew told us right after we went outside,” Hermione replied. She and Ron had decided not
to get Harry in any more trouble with his father, so they weren’t going to contest the butler’s
lie.

“He shouldn’t have told you that,” Lily was displeased. “But yes, when the two of you were born,
you became betrothed to one another.”

“I don’t like Harry that way,” Hermione said in a small voice.

“You may someday,” Lily replied. She kissed Hermione on the forehead. “Good night now, and in
just a few days your parents will be back.”

“Night,” Hermione answered.

“Oh Hermione?” Lily paused at the door. “Nice touch with the spider.”

Hermione smiled. “Thank you,”

*** *** ***

Tom Riddle was not a man who normally showed his anger. He actually prided himself on keeping
calm in situations. Yet he was also a man of great patience, and it was now wearing quite thin.

“I practically *gave* you those three brats in a hand basket and you can’t even get rid of
them before James comes running in,” Tom was pacing back and forth in front of Lucius, Bellatrix,
Dolohov and Pettigrew. “At least he did his job, sending them out there.” Tom pointed at the
butler.

“Thank you, master,” Pettigrew bowed his head.

“Yet you three couldn’t dispose of them,” Tom spat. “Instead you leave a stupid mark on his
forehead.”

“I was going to cast Avada Kedavra, I wasn’t given enough time!” Lucius said crisply. “If he had
waited just a few more minutes before running off for the king, they’d have been dead.”

“I’m tired of waiting!” Tom exploded. “This position would be mine by now if it weren’t for your
lack of intelligence in the matter!”

Lucius sat back, a sulk appearing on his handsome yet cold face. “Yes Master,” he replied.

“Shall we try again tomorrow?” Bellatrix asked.

“No, it’s too soon,” Tom replied, resuming his pacing. “We need to give it a few more weeks. And
we can’t get them into Knockturn Alley again either. It’ll have to be right there in Diagon
Alley.”

“And what were you thinking, Master?” Dolohov asked, his hood pulled over his face.

Tom turned around, a sinister smile breaking over his face. “I’m thinking of this…”

*** *** ***

Harry went up to the library the next day after breakfast, feeling much better than he had the
previous night. He thought his dad was his best friend next to Hermione and Ron, and he hated it
when James was angry with him.

He realised how dumb it was to go down into Knockturn Alley the way they had done it. And now he
had a stupid scar on his forehead forever to remind him of that.

And now Harry had to think about the fact that his parents expected him to marry Hermione
someday. How could he *marry Hermione*? She was his friend! Harry didn’t ever want to get
married to anyone.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of his head, he went into the library. Ron and Hermione were
already in there, talking quietly together.

“Harry!” Hermione jumped off her chair. “We were so worried! Did you know Pettigrew lied about
how he let us go away? Oh Harry, look at your scar, is it permanent?” she hugged him tightly and
Harry felt his body go stiff as a board.

“Hermione let him go,” Ron said. “Harry are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Harry replied once Hermione finally released him.

“Your mum said you have a scar now,” Ron peered at his forehead.

“Yeah,” Harry lifted his fringe to show his friend the lightning bolt shaped into his forehead.
“It doesn’t hurt or anything though.”

Hermione felt slightly hurt, Harry practically had his back to her and wasn’t even including her
in the conversation. *‘It’s this stupid marriage thing; he doesn’t even want to be my friend now
because of it.’*

“I’m really sorry,” Harry was saying now. “I didn’t mean to get you both in trouble
yesterday.”

“It’s all right Harry. Mum only told me not to do it again, she figured what happened was
punishment enough. She was just glad to see us all back here in one piece.” Ron replied.

Harry nodded; glad he hadn’t gotten his friends in a mess with their parents.

“Ron!” Molly’s voice came into the library. “Ronald get in your room and pick it up right now!”
Ron turned a shade of red that matched his hair.

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, running out of the library. Hermione retreated to her chair
and picked up her book, not wanting to look at Harry.

Harry sat down across from her. “What are you reading?” he asked politely.

“Aesop’s Fables,” Hermione replied without looking up. They sat in silence for a few minutes
until she spoke up again. “So do you hate me now or something?”

“What?” Harry looked confused. “No, I don’t hate you.”

“Then why don’t you talk to me?” Hermione asked. “I can’t help what our parents decided when we
were just babies.”

“I know,” Harry replied. “It just feels weird… that you and I have to get married someday.” He
looked straight at her. “I’m sorry Hermione; I don’t mean to take it out on you.”

“It’s okay,” Hermione said, relieved that Harry wasn’t angry with her. “I think it’s odd as
well. Your mum told me last night that things might be different in 10 years when we’re supposed
to…”

“My dad told me the same thing,” Harry interrupted. They both grinned sheepishly at one another.
“Maybe… this shouldn’t keep us from being friends though.”

Hermione felt lighter than she had all morning. “I think so too,” she put her book down. “You’re
my best friend, even more than Ron… well a lot more than Ron,” Harry laughed at this.

“So we’re not going to let this bother us at all,” Harry said.

“No, not at all.” Hermione grinned even wider. “Friends above all else,” she stuck out her hand
and they shook.

*** *** ***

“Are you done in there yet Harry?” Lily knocked on the bathroom door as her son finished his
bath and was getting ready for bed.

“Yeah,” Harry came out. He smiled up at his mother and she put her hand on his shoulder.

“So you and your father had a nice chat last night?” Lily asked as they walked along to his
bedroom.

Harry nodded. “I didn’t like having Dad mad at me,” he looked down at the floor.

“He was just worried.” Lily replied, helping him into bed. “He carried you back and was hovering
around until you woke up.” She brushed his hair back off his forehead, her fingers touching his
scar.

“It doesn’t hurt Mum,” Harry said.

“Good,” Lily leaned over and kissed it. “I was so scared you’d be permanently cursed or
injured.” She pulled the covers over Harry. “What made you want to go in there?”

“I’m just curious Mum,” Harry replied. “I know Dark Arts are bad but I wanted to see something,”
he pulled his blankets tighter around his body.

“Love, if you ever want to know something, just ask your father or me.” Lily said gently. “We’ll
tell you anything you need to know.”

“But Dad wouldn’t tell me what was in there,” Harry replied.

Lily knew her son was a curious soul, as were most seven year olds. “Harry, if you ever want to
know something, just ask. Your father and I love you very, very much.” She started combing her
fingers through his messy hair again. “We’ll always be here for you, no matter what you do.”

“Thanks Mum,” Harry was growing sleepy. “I love you.”

“I love you too Harry,” she kissed his forehead again before leaving. She checked on Hermione,
who was already sleeping soundly before going to her own bedroom.

James was already in bed; he smiled at her as she dressed and got in beside him. “How’s
Harry?”

“He’s fine,” Lily answered. “He’s so happy you’re not angry at him.”

James sighed. “He’s definitely got that curious streak in him,” he said.

“That he does,” Lily echoed. “But I’d rather have him be curious about things now while we’re
around to answer him, than have him be that way during his reign.”

“I agree,” James replied, turning to pull her into his arms. “Harry’s pretty smart, and with
Hermione by his side he can’t go wrong. I’m proud of how he’s turned out so far.”

“Me too,” Lily kissed him. “And I’m proud of how you turned out too,” her tone turned from
serious to playful.

James grinned as he kissed her again, harder this time. “I don’t think I told you that I love
you today,” he said, his fingers brushing a stray lock of her red hair out of her eyes.

“You did, but you can say it again,” Lily replied. “I feel as if we haven’t spent enough time
together and with Harry lately.”

“I know,” James said. “I’ve been so busy with my duties lately I’ve not made much time.”

“Can you take off an hour or two tomorrow?” Lily asked, snuggling in next to him. “We could have
lunch with Harry out in the gardens.”

“Sure,” James replied. “I’ll talk to Tom in the morning about rescheduling some things.”

“All right,” Lily kissed her husband again. “Good night James, I love you.”

“Love you too Lils,” he answered before sleep overtook them both.

***** Two Weeks Later*****

Harry was heading out to the gardens with Hermione and Ron (sans Pettigrew this time) when Tom
Riddle approached them, his black robes billowing out behind him.

“Harry,” He spoke, putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Your father would like you to come
to Diagon Alley; he’s got a surprise for you.”

“Really?” Harry asked. “Okay,” he looked at his friends. “I’ll meet up with you guys later all
right?”

“Okay,” Hermione smiled back at him while Ron waved.

“We’ll meet you back by the shed,” Ron replied as Harry walked away with Tom.

“So what’s the surprise?” Harry asked as they walked down the grounds to the castle gate.

“Now, now Harry,” Tom smiled down at him. “You know I can’t tell you that!”

“Why not?” Harry asked. “I promise I’ll act really surprised when he shows up!”

“Harry,” Tom said in a mock chastising tone. He was in a superb mood that day, knowing that just
in a few hours he could claim the throne for himself. “Your father would like you to wait here on
the steps at Gringotts until he gets here.”

“All right,” Harry replied, pushing his fringe aside. His new scar was itchy. Tom walked away
back towards the castle while Harry sat back against one of the columns. He scuffed his shoe
against the pebbles that fell into the cracks between the cobblestones. It was warm out that day,
and Harry wished his father would get there so he could go back and jump in the pond on the castle
grounds.

A sudden scream made Harry jerk his head up. Figures swathed in black robes were streaming out
into the street, curses shooting every which way.

‘*Death Eaters!’* Harry thought, suddenly panicked. His scar started throbbing as he got
up, trying to find a place where he could hide.

“Your highness!” James turned as Tom Riddle rushed towards him. “Death Eaters in Diagon Alley-
Harry’s down there!”

James felt his stomach drop out underneath him; the coldest feel of panic was sweeping over him.
“What?” he finally asked.

“Riot down in Diagon Alley!” Tom repeated. “Harry’s down by Gringotts!”

James tore past Tom and down to the gates leading out to the village. There were even more Death
Eaters than he originally thought; they were all rampaging the buildings- breaking windows,
destroying goods…. And in the middle of the whole mess stood Harry.

“HARRY”! James shouted.

“DAD!” Harry saw his father running towards him. “Help me!!!”

James dodged several curses, trying not to trip among bodies lying on the pavement. He hoped
they weren’t dead but he had no time to check.

“Dad!” Harry cried. His father swept him up, shielding him with his body.

“Come on Harry,” James ducked again; it wasn’t as easy this time with a child in his arms.

“I’m sorry Dad!” Harry said. “Tom said you had a surprise for me so I was just waiting!”

“It’s all right Harry,” James said. “I’m not angry with you I just want to keep you safe!” He
got them to the side of the street and ducked into a small alleyway. “Stay here until I come back
and get you all right?”

Harry nodded, curling himself into a ball as his father disappeared into a haze of dust and
rubble. He could still hear curses shooting out and the dust grew even thicker until it was like a
fog.

James pulled out his wand and sent several hexes at Death Eaters that were scattered all over
the place. He was about to send out another curse when he got hit with a full body bind.

Tom Riddle smiled coldly as he tucked his wand under his cloak. “Silence!” he shouted and all
the curses stopped flying. Tom moved slowly to the fallen king as the dust cleared up a bit.

James tried to widen his eyes as his mentor stopped directly above him. “Help me!” he tried to
say but he couldn’t.

“King James of Gryffindor,” Tom’s cold smile grew wider. He kneeled down as the Death Eaters
surrounded them. “Now listen closely as I tell you everything… The throne should have been mine
years ago. In fact just a few short weeks ago, I had another chance to seize it but my servants
slipped up,” he saw James’s eyes widen in realisation. “Yes, it was I who ordered the attack on
your son. I’ve hated him since the day he was born, and I’ve hated you.”

Tom stood back up, pulling his wand back out. “Goodbye, your highness. I want you to die knowing
that Harry is next.” His lip curled up in a sneer. “AVADA KEDAVRA!” he shouted.

All James could see was a blinding green light and then it was all dark.

*** *** ***

Harry waited and waited for his father to come back. The noise had stopped quite some time ago
and it was growing dark outside. Deciding he’d check before leaving, he poked his head out of the
opening and listened hard.

All he heard was silence. “Dad?” he called out. It was still dusty and he coughed, waving it out
of his way.

Harry ventured further from the little alley out into the street. “Dad?” he called again. He saw
some dark shapes ahead of him and went over to them.

He saw a huddled figure that looked suspiciously like his father lying on the ground. “Dad?” he
asked, this time softer. He got on his knees and rolled him over, stifling a cry.

It was his father, staring up into space. Not moving, and not breathing.

**A/N: :’( that was the worst thing I ever wrote… it took me 6 hours to write that one little
scene.**

**What’s the worst part, is that the bad stuff is just beginning. If you know The Lion King,
you know what’s coming, but it will be even darker than that.**

**Anyways, I will try and write the next chapter as soon as I can. Please R/R! Thanks**



4. Chapter 4
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**A/N: How horrible was the end of last chapter, and this one isn’t much better, not at first
at least.**

**:cry: I really hated doing what I had to do with James, esp after writing all those
father/son moments. I was depressed a good deal of the day after writing the following scene. I
hope you all enjoy this chapter, and please leave me a review with your thoughts when
finished.**

Harry shook his father gently. “Come on Dad,” he said, not noticing that his eyes were filling
with tears. “Come on, we have to go home. Mum is waiting for us.” He shook harder.

James did not respond and Harry could feel his breath coming in short puffs. “Dad… Dad please,
come on get up.” The tears slipped down his face as he threw himself on top of his father’s body.
“Dad…” Harry started to cry hard as he realised his father was gone.

Tom Riddle watched from the growing shadows as the young prince sobbed on top of the dead king.
Forcing his smile into a frown, he approached Harry softly.

“What have you done?” the deadly whisper startled Harry and he sat up abruptly.

“Tom!” the young boy said. “I just came down here like you said, and then the Death Eaters
started to attack everyone,” he clung to the advisor’s robes. “My dad tried to save me and now he
won’t wake up!”

“He’s dead Harry,” Tom said coolly. “He’s dead, and it’s your fault.”

“No!” Harry said frantically. “I swear, I did just as he said!” he looked down sorrowfully at
his father, wishing he’d jump up and take him home.

“What will everyone say about this?” Tom kept his cold tone. “The prince, future king,
responsible for his father’s death. What will your mother think? Your friends?”

Harry looked around wildly. Tom was right, what if they blamed him for this? “What should I do?”
he asked.

“Run away from here,” Tom pointed to the hills beyond Diagon Alley. “Run away… don’t ever come
back. I cannot stop them from condemning you once everyone knows you’ve killed your father.”

Harry saw several dark shapes come up behind Tom and he recognized Lucius, who sneered at him.
He scrambled to his feet, and with one last look at James’s body, he fled.

“Shall we go after him Master?” Lucius asked.

“No,” Tom replied, smiling cruelly. “He is no longer of any consequence. He won’t come
back.”

Lucius’s smile mirrored his master’s as Tom gathered up the body of the king to bring up to the
castle.

It was time.

*** *** ***

The atmosphere that night was dark in the castle. Hermione clung to her father, continuous tears
running down her face as her mother and Molly Weasley helped the queen stay on her feet.

“It is with the heaviest of hearts that I assume the throne,” Tom Riddle was saying, holding up
the gold and ruby crown. “To lose Harry as well as James, it is just the utmost of tragedies.”

Lily felt like someone had taken a scoop and had pulled out her insides, she felt so hollow. Her
husband *and* her son? What sort of cruel game was Fate playing with her? Her knees began to
tremble and she felt Molly and Lucy holding her tightly.

“So unless the queen can produce another heir, I shall have to take over the throne from this
day on.” Tom placed the crown onto his head.

“No!” Duke Jack Granger stepped forward. “We must elect a new king; you are not just going to
take over!”

Tom gave him a rather sinister sneer. “You are not a member of this court.” His tone was flat.
“Therefore you have no say in what our policies are!”

“I will not allow this,” Jack replied, unafraid of the other man. “My wife and I will never bow
to you!”

“Is that so?” Tom asked, while Hermione moved over to where Ron was standing, shaking with fear.
“You’ll have to answer to them then, I’m afraid.”

The group stared around as they were surrounded by figures cloaked in black. “It’s time for
something to be done that should have happened long ago.” Several of the figures came up to stand
beside Tom. “The union of the royal family and the Death Eaters…”

Lily gasped, realising her suspicions of her husband’s mentor were correct all along. Jack
Granger clenched his fist.

“We will **not** bow to you,” Jack replied. “You are responsible for all of this, I know
it!”

Tom motioned to Lucius who grabbed Jack while Bellatrix went for Lucy. “If you won’t bow to us,
then we’ll simply dispose of you.”

“NO!!!” Lucy Granger screamed as a wand was pointed at her husband’s temple. A green light shot
out of it and Jack crumpled to the ground. The wand was then pointed at her.

“MUMMY!” Hermione started crying as she watched her beloved parents fall motionless on the
grass. “DADDY!”

Tom turned to cast the curse on her as well but Lily pulled her away. “Don’t you DARE touch
her,” Lily’s green eyes were sharp as daggers in her grief. “Don’t you EVER touch her.” She held
the sobbing child close. “I’ll kill you if you do!”

Tom’s eyes were alit with anger but he lowered his wand. He knew the queen would make good on
her word. “Keep her out of my sight then,” he hissed.

Hermione couldn’t stop sobbing as Lily picked her up and started for the castle, Molly and Ron
following closely behind them.

Ron didn’t know what to think- his best friend was gone, that was his first and foremost
thought. ‘*Harry was dead*,’ he let out a small whimper and was pulled into his mother’s
forceful embrace. ‘*And Hermione’s parents were just killed right in front of them*…’ he
looked up at his other best friend, who was still violently crying into the queen’s robes. ‘*No
more fighting with her,*’ Ron resolved at that moment. *‘Now that Harry’s gone, it’s just the
two of us… I have to take care of her.’*

Lily carried Hermione into the bedroom the girl had used when her parents had been gone, that
she would now be using indefinitely. Lily had created an adjoining door in case Hermione needed
anything and she was glad about that, for she could lock out Tom Riddle yet keep a way open for the
two of them.

Hermione’s sobs had quieted, yet she was still crying as Lily brought her to the bed. “Shhh…”
Lily pushed sweaty strands of hair off the girl’s forehead. “Go to sleep, love.” She knew she had
to put up a strong front now.

Hermione let out several long, shuddering sighs as she relived what was now the worst moment of
her life. “I can’t stop watching it,” she said aloud, making Lily gather her back in her arms.

“I wish I could have stopped him,” Lily spoke into Hermione’s hair. “I’m so sorry, I should have
stopped him…”

Hermione hugged her back, realising that Lily, Molly and Ron were really the only people she had
in the world now. “I’m sorry about Harry and James,” she said, her voice thick. Harry, her best
friend in the world, was gone now.

Lily just hugged her tighter as they both wept. Hermione’s breathing was steady after awhile and
Lily laid her back gently, covering her with several heavy blankets.

Leaving the door between their rooms ajar, Lily mechanically dressed herself for bed. She slid
into the cool sheets, automatically turning to James’s side of the bed.

It was empty; his pillow still bearing the shape of his head, his side of the sheets smelled so
distinctly like James that Lily rolled over so she was laying with her face pressed into them.

“James…” she sobbed harshly. “Harry… why did you both have to leave me?” Lily buried her face in
his pillow and screamed several times into the soft cloth.

“I hate you for leaving me,” she wept. “I miss you both so much already, how am I going to live
without either of you…” her words became irrational in her grief.

Hermione approached the crying queen, her small hands trembling as she touched Lily’s back.

Lily jerked up at the touch, stifling a gasp. “Oh love, I woke you didn’t I?” she asked, sitting
up.

Hermione shook her head. “I wasn’t really sleeping,” she answered in a small voice. “I’m
scared,”

Lily pulled her close, hugging her fiercely. “Don’t be scared,” she buried her face in the young
girl’s bushy hair. “I will not let Tom Riddle touch you, I promise.”

Hermione nodded into the queen’s shoulder. “I want to pretend today was just a bad dream,” she
said.

“I know, I do too,” Lily tried to be as comforting as possible now that the poor child had no
mother. “Come, you can sleep in here tonight,” she moved over to James’s side while Hermione
clambered under the sheets.

“Thank you,” she answered, sniffling back more tears.

*** *** ***

Harry ran as fast and as far as he could for the rest of the day, only stopping to catch his
breath or to get some water to drink from the flowing streams. Fearful that Death Eaters were
following, Harry dared not stop.

He ran and ran until it was so dark he almost couldn’t see the road. He’d come to another
village, this one named Hogsmeade. Harry thought several times of turning back to Diagon Alley,
telling his mother it was an accident, knowing she’d not blame him.

But Tom Riddle’s words haunted him. What he had said was right- if Harry hadn’t been in the
middle of the attack, James wouldn’t have had to rescue him, and his father would still be
alive.

Harry wiped several tears off his cheeks as he stumbled over a patch of dirt. Falling onto his
knees, he realised he was extremely tired. His vision was blurring, and he rested his body in a
large flowerbed on the edge of someone’s garden.

“Just for a few minutes,” he mumbled before slipping into a deep slumber.

*** *** ***

Remus J. Lupin did not enjoy gardening, but he did find it to be a soothing hobby when Sirius
Black got too annoying to be around. That morning was such a time, so Remus found himself rolling
his eyes and exiting out the back door to their small three room shack they lived in.

He sighed as he thought about the flat he’d lived in, *by himself* back in Diagon Alley. It
had been peaceful and for the most part, Sirius free. Retrieving his gardening tools from the shed,
then headed towards the front where he had plenty of weeding to do.

Setting the small watering can down, Remus started to pull away some of the choking weeds when a
small whimpering sound met his ears.

“What…” his voice trailed off as he peered over a thick bush and saw the huddled form of a young
boy, who was curled up, his legs pulled tight against his chest.

It had been going on eight and a half years since he and Sirius had been exiled from Diagon
Alley yet there was no mistaking this. “Sirius!” he called out, pushing back from the boy.

“What?” Sirius was fully prepared for one of Remus’s tirades about how he needed to stop
shouting down the house so early in the morning and let him sleep, especially so close to a full
moon.

“Come out here will you?” Remus’s tone was odd and Sirius of course was quite curious. He left
the kitchen (he had become somewhat domesticated and could actually cook since leaving Diagon
Alley) and went out into the garden.

“Moony, what is it?” he asked, then stopped short at the sight of a shivering young boy.

“Who does that look like?” Remus still used that odd tone.

“That looks like James,” Sirius said in shock. “Prongs when he was a kid…”

“But that’s not him,” Remus replied.

“I *know* that Moony,” Sirius replied. He stepped over the flowerbed and crouched down over
the curled up figure. “Hello…” he said quietly as he cautiously poked the boy.

“Padfoot,” Remus chastised as his friend poked the little figure again. He crossed his arms and
stood still as the boy turned on his back, finally opening his eyes.

“AHHHHHHH!!!” He screamed, scared of the large face looming directly over him.

“AHHHHHHH!” Sirius screamed as well, losing his balance and falling on his posterior directly in
the weedy and muddy flowerbed. Remus cracked up, slapping his knees with his hands as he tried to
stay standing.

Harry scrambled back away from the two men, one who was cursing while trying to wipe mud from
his clothes and the other was laughing so hard tears were leaking from his eyes. “I’m so sorry, I
just wanted to sleep for a minute or two I’ll be going right now,” Harry got to his feet.

“No, no, it’s quite all right,” Remus recovered. “I’ve found myself kipping in the flowerbed
from time to time myself.” He elbowed Sirius as his friend finally got out of the mud.

“Yeah, stay,” Sirius said, a bit unconvincingly. Remus elbowed him harder and Sirius smiled.
“Please, stay.”

Harry shook his head as he wrapped his arms around himself. “I need to go,” he said quietly.

“At least have some breakfast before you leave,” Sirius replied, trying to get a closer look at
the boy. He started to shake his head but Remus put a hand out.

“We aren’t taking no for an answer,” he touched the boy’s shoulder. Harry felt strange, like he
knew these men for some reason, so he shrugged and followed them inside.

“Do you like pancakes?” Sirius asked. “By the way, I’m Sirius Black,” he kept his eyes upon the
Prongs look-alike.

“I’m Remus,” the other man held out his hand to Harry.

“It’s nice to meet both of you,” Harry replied, polite as he had been taught all his life. “My
name is Harry Potter.” He left out the prince part on purpose.

Sirius and Remus shared a quick glance that said the same thing. Lily and James had had a son,
sometime after they had been forced to leave.

“How old are you Harry?” Remus asked pleasantly.

“Seven,” Harry answered. “I’ll be eight soon though.” He looked down at his hands. “May I be
excused to use the loo?” he wanted to wash up.

“Of course,” Remus replied. “It’s the second door on the right.”

“Thank you,” Harry replied, nodding his head before disappearing in the hallway.

Sirius waited until the boy was out of earshot. “HIS SON?” he asked in a dull roar.

“Quiet down will you?” Remus replied.

“He had a son and he didn’t even bother to send us an owl with the news!” Sirius looked mad
enough to spit.

Remus rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you insist in believing that James was the one to cast
us out of Diagon Alley; I still believe it was Tom Riddle alone…”

*** Flashback ***

Remus Lupin walked down towards the bakery, where he was meeting his best friend Sirius Black.
They were due to grab some breakfast there and then to head up to the castle to see their other
best friend, the current king of Gryffindor, James Potter. He had owled them the previous evening
saying he and Lily had some exciting news to tell them.

“Moony!” Sirius greeted his friend with a smile.

“Morning Padfoot,” Remus replied. “Sorry for being late, full moon last night.”

“Ah yes,” Sirius handed him a wrapped pastry. “You must love that potion that the Potions master
brewed,”

“I do,” Remus replied. “It doesn’t take me four days to recover anymore.”

Sirius grinned as they approached the gates to the castle. “What do you think this news is that
Prongs wants to tell us?”

Remus opened his mouth to answer but never got the chance to. “Well, well…” Tom Riddle, royal
advisor to the king, was descending upon him. “What have we here?”

Sirius was immediately on guard, he tremendously disliked the man. He and Remus both suspected
that he was the ringleader of the Death Eaters. “Just on our way to visit the king,” he said.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Tom replied smoothly.

“Why not?” Sirius demanded.

“Well…” Tom pulled a rolled parchment out of his pocket. “I’m afraid that the king has exiled
you.” The smug smile on his face was almost too much for Sirius to bear as he snatched the scroll
away.

“I, King James of Gryffindor, do hereby exile one Sirius Black and one Remus Lupin from Diagon
Alley henceforth.” Sirius read.

Remus grabbed the parchment. “And it is hereby declared that one Sirius Black and one Remus
Lupin shall not contact the royal family of Gryffindor in any way, shape or form from this day on.”
His voice trailed off as he stared at Sirius.

“What the hell is this all about?” Sirius snatched the parchment back. “James wouldn’t sign
this!”

“Oh but look for yourself,” Tom pointed to the blood red wax seal at the bottom in the shape of
a lion’s head, and James’s signature next to it. He smiled cruelly at the two men before nodding to
the guard who had accompanied him to the gates. “Take them out of Diagon Alley.” His eyes narrowed.
“Under order of the king himself.”

The guards grabbed the two men roughly and began to drag them to the gates leading out of the
village.

*** End Flashback ***

Sirius shook his head. “You’re wrong Moony. I don’t blame James for that. I’ve known for years
that Riddle was the one behind exiling us.”

Remus was about to reply when Harry stuck his head into the kitchen. “Come on Harry, pull up a
seat,” he said, forcing a smile onto his face.

Harry nodded shyly and sat down, averting his bright green eyes from the curious glances of the
two men.

“Where are you from Harry?” Sirius asked as he began to mix pancake batter.

“It doesn’t matter,” Harry replied quickly. “I can’t go back.”

“I’m sure your parents would miss you Harry,” Remus said gently.

Harry shook his head vigorously. “I can’t.”

Sirius abandoned his pancake mix and sat down. “Why not?”

Harry fought back the tears that were stinging his eyes. “Because they all hate me now.”

“Why do they all hate you?” Remus was genuinely alarmed.

Harry shook his head again. “I just did what Tom told me to do,” the tears fell silently down
his cheeks.

“Tom?” Sirius jumped. “Tom Riddle?”

Harry looked up, suspicion crossing his features. “How do you know him?” he asked.

Remus sat back and sighed. “Harry…” he looked down scuffing his old shoe at the floor. “Sirius
and I… we used to live in Diagon Alley.”

“You did?” Harry’s eyes grew wide.

Sirius nodded. “We knew your mum and dad as well.”

Harry paled visibly, wondering what these two men would think of him if they knew his secret. He
made a split second decision to never tell anyone what he had done.

“Harry?” Remus was peering at him. “Are you all right?”

Harry shook his head before breaking out into sobs, resting his head on his arms. Remus felt
horrible as the boy grew nearly hysterical.

“Come on son,” Sirius said. He reached over and put his hand on Harry’s shaking shoulder. “Did…”
his voice choked up a bit. “Did something happen to Lily and James?”

Harry nodded. “To Dad,” he said, hiccupping.

*Something had happened to James*. Remus and Sirius shared another look over Harry’s messy
black head of hair. “Is James…” Sirius swallowed hard. “Is James dead?”

Harry started to cry harder, nodding only slightly. Sirius felt his legs go wobbly and Remus sat
back hard in his chair. James… Prongs… their best friend… was dead.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Harry burst out. “I just did what Tom told me to do!”

“What did he tell you to do?” Remus asked.

“He told me to leave,” Harry replied. “He told me that it was my fault.”

“No,” both men shook their heads.

Harry didn’t listen to them, only buried his face in his arms again. He hardly felt Sirius pick
him up out of the chair and carry him down the hallway to a spare room, he hardly felt him put him
down on the bed and pull the blankets over his shivering body.

Remus was waiting for him at the kitchen table. “Is he all right?”

“He will be,” Sirius sighed, wondering how his day could have started off so fine and turned
into a nightmare.

“Padfoot,” Remus began. “I think we should see if he wants to stay with us.”

“Us?” Sirius laughed dryly.

“We owe it to Prongs,” Remus replied seriously. “You know that there’s no way we can get Harry
back to Lily as long as Tom is there. And he’s hiding something else.”

“That’s quite obvious,” Sirius sat back. He thought for a moment about what his friend was
saying, knowing Remus was right- like always.

“So…” Remus leaned forward. “What do you say?”

**A/N: Ahh… mini cliffie LOL**

**Well I’m sorry this one took so long to get out- I had a hard time keeping Remus and Sirius’s
story straight. As many of you guessed, they’re our Timon and PUmbaa for the story, although
perhaps not as humorous ;)**

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5. Chapter 5
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**A/N: Wow, you guys, thanks for all the feedback. I checked my pages on Saturday and was so
excited to see how much you guys liked the last chapter. The darkest stuff has passed and by the
end of the chapter we have a 17 year old Harry ;)**

**For those of you concerned, this story will not be a Ron and Hermione romance. Of course, you
will be seeing a certain Miss Luna Lovegood in a few chapter’s time ;) I am a big fan of stories
where Ron and Hermione are friends, nothing more! hehehe**

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Harry awoke with a start, sitting straight up as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the
room. He looked around wildly, not remembering where he was or what he was doing.

Then it all came rushing back to him, his father’s ‘surprise’ in Diagon Alley, the Death Eater
attack…. His father’s death…” Harry felt his tears start to rise again but he forced them away.

“I need to leave,” he said quietly to himself. He had no idea what time it was, it was dark
outside so it was most likely very late, and Harry surprised himself realising he had slept away
the entire day.

Harry crept down the hallway, keeping to the wall as so not to be seen. The kitchen was lit so
he figured he’d have to get out by the front door. As he put his foot down on a floorboard, it
creaked loudly and he heard a chair being scraped across the floor in the kitchen.

“Harry!” the man named Sirius strode into the hallway. “Where were you off to?” amusement was
evident in his eyes.

“Oh… uh…” Harry looked around wildly. “Nowhere…”

“Why don’t you come in and have something to eat before taking off?” Sirius said pleasantly.

Harry had no choice but to agree, as his stomach was growling loudly at the prospect of
nourishment. Sirius put a hand on his shoulder as they went down the dark hallway, and then Remus
was smiling at him from the table.

“Evening Harry. Did you have a good kip?” Remus asked.

Harry nodded wordlessly as Sirius set a plate heaped with food down in front of him. He looked
at the two men and then began shovelling in as much as he could.

“Easy there,” Sirius laughed. “We’ve got more where that came from.”

Harry couldn’t respond, his mouth was so crammed with food. The three of them sat in silence
together as Harry ate as much as he could hold.

“Thank you,” he finally said as he tucked away the last bit of potatoes. “It was very good.”

“Thank you,” Sirius took the finally empty plate to the sink then sat down. “Harry,” he looked
at Remus who nodded. “We’d like to talk to you about something.”

Harry looked down at his hands, which were clenched on his lap. They were going to ask him about
how James died, he knew it. And when they found out, they’d kick him to the street just like Tom
Riddle had, just like his mother and friends would have if they knew what happened.

“We’d like to know if you’d consider staying here with us, instead of running Merlin knows
where,” Sirius continued, unaware of Harry’s thoughts.

Harry braced himself for the storm of questions but they never arrived. He looked up to see
Sirius and Remus looking at him expectantly and realised they had not asked him about his
father.

They wanted him to stay with them!

Harry was partly tempted to say no- he didn’t ever want anyone to know what he did, yet his more
sensible half- the one that sounded a lot like Hermione- told him to not refuse this offer so
quickly. “You want me to stay with you?” he asked.

“We’d enjoy that very much. We knew your father, he was one of our best friends and in honour of
him, we want to take care of you.” Remus spoke up.

Harry was extremely shocked. “Really?” he asked.

Sirius nodded and smiled invitingly at him. Harry tried every possible excuse to deny it in his
head and none sounded as good as the offer these two men had just presented to him.

“Okay,” Harry finally agreed, a true smile appearing on his face for the first time since he’d
left his friends behind in Diagon Alley.

“Really?” Sirius grinned widely. Remus was smiling as well and it was infectious for Harry,
whose mouth was stretching.

*** *** ***

It had been six months since Harry had started living with Sirius and Remus, and he loved them
both very much already. He had an especially close relationship with Sirius, as he was prone to
telling him stories about himself and his father when they were younger at Hogwarts.

He awoke late a night, dripping with sweat. Harry threw his blankets off, trying to force the
images of his nightmare from his head. His father had been standing in front of him, finger pointed
straight at his chest.

*“You killed me,” James said in a dull tone.*

*“No I didn’t,” Harry replied, trying to run to his father and hug him, but something was
holding him back.*

He furiously wiped his eyes before sliding his recently acquired glasses onto his nose. “I
didn’t kill my father,” he tried to convince himself. “It wasn’t me…” sighing he flopped onto his
back, and tried as hard as he could to push that image away.

After thinking about other things for 15 minutes or so and not succeeding, he got up and left
his room, padding down the hallway to Sirius’s bedroom. He didn’t bother to knock as he knew Sirius
would be dead to the world.

Harry padded over to the bed and climbed in, trying not to wake the older man. His foot kicked
out and hit Sirius in the knee, and he snorted and rolled over on his side.

“Harry?” Sirius blinked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I had another nightmare,” Harry replied in a small voice.

“The same one?” Sirius asked. When the young boy nodded, Sirius pulled him close and gave him a
hug. “You know that it’s only a dream, right?”

Harry didn’t say anything as he pulled away. “I don’t know,” he mumbled.

“Harry,” Sirius put both his hands on Harry’s shoulders. “You. Are. Not. Responsible.” He said,
slowly.

Harry looked up at his guardian, emerald eyes shimmering with tears. “I wish that day had never
happened.”

“We all do,” Sirius replied comfortingly. Harry just stared down at the comforter as Sirius slid
back underneath the sheets.

“I hate going to sleep,” Harry said, putting his head down on the pillow.

“You can stay in here, I don’t mind.” Sirius yawned widely. Harry nodded and pushed himself
under. “Listen, Harry…” he seemed deep in thought for a moment. “You were not in any way
responsible for what happened to your father. Remus and I talked with you about Tom Riddle and what
he did to us… I know I can’t prove anything to you but I think you believe it, underneath
everything.”

“But Tom was always so nice to us,” Harry protested.

“He’s nice to get where he wants,” Sirius said firmly.

Harry stared up at the ceiling. “I know,” he replied quietly.

Sirius propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at his young charge. He had lived a
thousand lives in such a short time, his eyes were wise beyond his age and Sirius wished he could
take away the pain he knew Harry was feeling. “Come on,” he said now. “Things always look better in
the morning.”

Harry gave him a half smile then snuggled onto his side, curling his body up into a little ball
before falling asleep almost immediately.

And Sirius spent the rest of the night awake should he have another nightmare.

*** *** ***

One of the greatest things in Hermione’s life until recently was her love of reading. Yet ever
since her parents, James and Harry had died it hadn’t seemed so important, now it seemed like
something that she was doing to just keep her mind off things.

“Hermione?” A quiet voice broke through her thoughts. “Are you hungry?” Ron looked at her
anxiously.

“No,” she gave him a small smile. She knew Ron was watching out for her and she genuinely
appreciated it. “Just thinking…”

Ron nodded as he sat next to her. “Are you all right?”

Hermione shrugged. “As right as I can be I suppose.”

Ron nodded again. “Is there anything I can help you with?” his tone sounded slightly desperate
and Hermione realised he just wanted to cheer her up. “I’ll bet Harry would know what to do.”

Hermione whipped her head to look at him and Ron realised his mistake as her eyes filled with
tears. “I’m sorry Hermione,” he said. “I miss him a lot too.”

“Sometimes I just feel like it’s all a bad dream,” Hermione replied, wiping at her eyes. “I
think to myself that my parents are off back in Lorandon and Harry’s just out walking with his dad,
and that they’ll all come back at any minute.”

Ron slid next to her on the bench they were currently occupying. “I know… I mean, they never
even found his body,” he chose those words gingerly. “I mean, Tom Riddle brought back James’s body,
but no one ever found Harry’s.”

With Ron’s statement, Hermione found the courage to admit something she had been thinking for
several weeks now. “Can I tell you something- you have to promise never to breathe a word to
anyone.”

“Sure,” Ron agreed.

Hermione took a deep breath. “I think the reason they never found Harry’s body… is because
Harry’s not really dead.”

Ron’s eyes grew wide, but before he could say anything a figure in billowing black robes
approached them. Both children grew silent as Tom Riddle glared down at them.

“Having a nice day?” his tone was dark.

“Fine,” Ron replied shortly. “We’re busy.”

Tom raised an eyebrow at the young boy’s tone. He turned towards the girl, curling his lip with
disgust at her unkempt bushy hair and pale face. “You, girl… are you enjoying life as an orphan?”
he asked snidely.

“You leave her alone!” Ron jumped to his feet as Hermione’s lower lip began to tremble. “She
wouldn’t be an orphan if it weren’t for YOU!”

Tom snarled and plunged his hands into his robes but was stopped by another sharp voice.

“Lay just one spell on those two and I’ll kill you,” Lily was coming towards them, her arm
extended. “You may have ruined my life but I will not let you destroy theirs!” her green eyes were
snapping coldly.

Tom left his wand inside his robes and forced a smile onto his face. “Your highness,” he
couldn’t hide the sarcasm.

“Save it,” Lily replied, her hands going on the children’s shoulders. “I know what you’ve done
and what you are… it’s not hard to figure out exactly what your plan was now that you’ve gone
through with it.”

Tom narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m the king now, just you remember that,” he replied, his voice
low.

“You’ll never be king in my eyes,” Lily said coolly. “Come on you two,” she spoke to Ron and
Hermione and they turned their backs on him and went back to the castle.

Tom watched them go, his hand once more fingering his wand. “Watch out, *your highness* or
I’ll have you killed just like your husband.” He muttered. “And I’ll send those brats away in the
same manner I did your son.”

A sly smile crossed his lips. Harry would never come back. He would never believe that his
*dear* friend Tom would betray him this way.

Would he?

***Ten Years Later***

Seventeen year old Harry Potter stretched out on the chair behind the modest shack where he
lived with his two guardians, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

He had a part time job in the village, a busboy working at the local pub The Three Broomsticks.
He enjoyed seeing other people, especially the few friends he made since coming to live there.

When he was home, he usually helped Remus in the garden or Sirius in the kitchen. Under Sirius’s
tutelage, he had become quite a decent cook and made many a meal on his own.

Harry rarely thought of his life back in Diagon Alley. Sure, he thought often of his parents,
but the memories no longer made him cry hysterically. He felt content where he was instead of
ashamed for running. Harry thought of his mother and Ron frequently, but they actually weren’t who
he missed the most.

He sighed, blowing his breath out through his teeth as he thought of Hermione. Hermione, with
her long bushy brown hair and bright brown eyes. Sometimes he thought himself silly for keeping her
on his mind all the time; all he truly had of her was a memory.

“Stop being daft,” Harry told himself sternly. “You’re man enough to admit how you feel about a
girl.” He turned onto his side, stretching languidly.

Who was he kidding, he reasoned. Harry knew that he was head over heels in love with his former
betrothed. Former, yes, he mused. He was no longer a prince therefore no longer betrothed to
Hermione.

“Harry,” Sirius came out the back door, smiling at the young man he considered as good as a son.
“How was work?”

“Fine,” Harry grinned back. “You know- same old same old.”

Sirius sat down in the chair next to him. Harry had to admit his surrogate father was still a
dashingly handsome guy, not a streak of silver in his black hair, and his eyes still retained a
youthful glint. “Any girls?” he was always pushing Harry to find a girlfriend.

“No,” Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not looking.”

Sirius leaned forward. “Why not?”

“We’ve been over this before,” Harry replied impatiently.

“You’re in love with a memory,” Sirius said.

“So what, maybe I like it that way,” Harry was defensive.

“I’ve decided to make it my new mission to find you a girlfriend,” Sirius ignored Harry’s
previous statement.

“Why don’t you get a life instead,” Harry grumbled. “I’m making dinner tonight, so make sure you
at least stick around for that,” his tone was slightly sarcastic.

“Harry my boy, I’ve taught you well in many things except romance,” Sirius got up and put his
arm around his shoulders.

“And that’s one lesson from you I’d like to never learn,” Harry replied. “Why don’t you find
your own girlfriend?”

“Because I find it more fun to find *you* one.” Sirius smirked.

“Look,” Harry broke away and faced Sirius. “I know you hate the fact that I’m not interested in
taking up with one of the girls here in the village. But I want to wait for something better. I
want to wait for Hermione, whether you think she’ll show up or not.” He strode into the house,
leaving Sirius shaking his head behind him.

Harry pulled several pots out of the cabinets, banging them onto the stovetop as loudly as he
could. Remus came into the room, smiling fondly at the boy as he started dinner.

“Sirius on your back again?” he asked, taking a seat at the table. It had been a full moon the
night before so he was extra tired that day.

“Of course,” Harry said, stirring his tomato sauce briskly. “He wants me to find a girlfriend.
He doesn’t understand that I’m not interested in these village girls.”

“They certainly seem to like you,” Remus remarked idly.

Harry shook his head as he dumped spaghetti into another pot. “I can’t help who I want,” he
said, his head down as another vision of Hermione came across his eyes. He liked to think she had
grown up to look much like she had at the age of seven, with her hair still long and bushy, her
eyes sparkling and looking back at him with the same amount of affection as he did with her.

“I know you can’t.” Remus nodded. “And Sirius knows that too, but you seem to forget that what
he does best is be annoying.”

That remark made Harry laugh. “Too right you are,” he replied.

Remus snorted and shook his head. “Just ignore him, Harry. Sooner or later when you don’t let
him know it bugs you he’ll let it go.”

“Or as soon as I find someone,” Harry dumped his spaghetti sauce into another dish and brought
it to the table.

Remus got up and pulled some plates and silverware out. The two men worked in silence until
Harry ventured another question.

“Remus?” Harry sounded timid. “Do you think I’m being stupid for thinking of Hermione this
way?”

“No,” Remus answered. “And I’ll tell you this- Sirius doesn’t either. He’s just being his normal
prat self by acting this way. It’s really his way of showing you he cares.”

Harry nodded. “All right,” he brought his spaghetti to the table. “Thanks,” he smiled at
Remus.

**A/N: That’s a good place to leave off! In the next chapter we go back to Lily, Hermione and
Ron in Diagon Alley.**

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6. Chapter 6
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**A/N: Thanks everyone, for your wonderful feedback on my last chapter. I’m sorry I took a bit
longer for this one but I wanted it to be perfect!**

Hermione Granger held a stack of books under her arm as she stepped up the long ladder that led
to the top bookshelves in the castle library.

“This one goes here,” she muttered to herself. Putting books back was methodical for Hermione;
she knew the places of each novel by heart so she allowed her mind to wander in the meantime.

Her life had changed tremendously after the death of her parents. She still looked quite the
same, except she was taller of course, and her body had matured to be quite curvaceous, although
she wished she were more willowy like Ron’s sister Ginny, who lived in the village with the rest of
the family. Her hair had retained it’s bushiness but she tamed it into long curls each morning.
Hermione spent most of her time with either Ron or Lily, who had become like another mother to
her.

Yet it was Harry she missed the most. Her green eyed, black haired best friend was never far
from her thoughts, although she never really talked about him to anyone, even Ron.

Placing the last book on the shelf, Hermione sighed and rested her head on the heavy tomes. “How
can I be in love with someone I haven’t seen in such a long time?” Her fingers tapped on the dusty
shelf. “Since I’m not betrothed to him anymore I shouldn’t hang on to what might have happened.”
She pictured him in her head, coming back to the castle and taking his throne back, kicking Tom
Riddle out of Diagon Alley.

After that, he’d sweep her up in his arms and kiss her senseless before taking her into what
would be their bedchambers, where he’d gently peel her clothing from her body, kissing each spot as
he bared it to the air.

Hermione would arch her back at that point as Harry would shed his clothing as well, and then
slip back into bed beside her as his hands-

Hermione got down the ladder and went for the table to retrieve another armload of books. “I’ve
been reading far too many romance novels,” she said with a sigh.

*** *** ***

Tom Riddle was pacing. Whenever Tom Riddle was pacing, it meant he was thinking. And when Tom
Riddle was thinking, it meant something was annoying him.

He didn’t care about the people in the village. He let Lucius, Bellatrix, Anton and the rest of
the Death Eaters take it over for the most part, only going down there when he had to.

Tom also didn’t care about the people residing in the castle. It was true that most people still
considered Lily their queen, even though he took every opportunity to shoot down that comment.

But they all still took nearly every opportunity they could to mock him, to disobey him. Loathe
as he was to admit it, he needed the villagers to like him to keep his position of power. And for
that he needed…

Tom Riddle needed something, and it frustrated him that he couldn’t think of what. Deciding that
a trip down into Knockturn Alley would help him, he left the castle in a sweep of black robes.

Rather content as a recently fed Hungarian Horntail dragon, he strolled down the pavement with
unusual ease. Tom watched as several shopkeepers eyed him uneasily and he sneered back, loving how
they scurried into their stores.

Hermione Granger bid the owner of the village bookstore goodbye as she stepped back outside with
her armload of novels. She had noticed several tomes missing from their collection, probably from
that sneak Pettigrew stealing them out, so she’d gone into the village to replenish them.

Usually Ron accompanied her, but he was already down there, visiting his girlfriend Luna, who
worked in the Leaky Cauldron. He hated letting her go anywhere alone, as Tom Riddle was usually
lurking in some corner nearby, but she often begged off for a few moments on her own.

“Ugh, speak of the devil,” Hermione muttered as she caught sight of the current king strolling
down Diagon Alley as if he had not a care in the world. Hermione hated him with every bone in her
body for what he had done to them all.

A startled cry jerked her out of her thoughts; a small boy, whom Hermione recognised immediately
as Jeffrey Downs, the son of the Weasley’s next door neighbour had fallen into a mud puddle and his
sack of groceries spilled across the road. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Tom Riddle smirking as he
stepped away, and Hermione realised he had pushed the child.

“Ruddy sodding bastard,” she muttered as she put her stack of books down and rushed to help
Jeffrey up. The six year old was rubbing tears out of his eyes as she approached. “Are you all
right love?” she asked, brushing off his clothes.

“Yes, thank you.” Jeffrey was proper as he got back up. He saw the groceries scattered and
Hermione held up a hand before he could start wailing.

“Let’s go get you a new bag,” she said, fingering her pocket that contained her money. “My treat
all right?”

“Thank you Hermione,” the young boy looked up at her, eyes shining in gratitude. Hermione smiled
back as they went back to the grocer, and minutes later Jeffrey was walking away, waving back at
his saviour.

Tom Riddle watched the whole display as Hermione chatted easily with several other people
standing there. It was obvious that like Lily, Hermione was well respected with the villagers.

It was then that a particular idea occurred to him, one that made his blood curdle and a
sinister smile appear on his face.

He would take on a wife.

And he knew exactly who he wanted to fill that position.

Tom watched Hermione bid goodbye to the shopkeepers and start to walk back to the castle,
balancing her armload of books. She would nod and greet almost everyone she passed and Tom realised
he had made a good choice.

Yes, she would be perfect. His eyes roamed over her body, which curved nicely under her robes
and dress she wore. She kept her hair pinned up tightly, not letting the curls stray down her
back.

Tom strode, his steps large in effort to catch up with Hermione. He knew he would have to be
charming to get her to agree to this, and if that failed he would simply order her to marry
him.

“Lovely day, yes?” the voice made ice water trickle down Hermione’s spine as she turned to face
the person she detested most.

“I suppose so,” her voice was cool.

“Buying new books?” Tom tried to keep his friendly tone even as his lip threatened to curl
back.

“As you can see, yes.” Hermione eyed him strangely. “Good day,” she tried to brush past him but
he blocked her way.

“I wonder if I might request an audience with you,” Tom said, making her eyes widen in
surprise.

“I beg your pardon?” Hermione thought she was hearing wrong. Tom Riddle actually *asking*
her something and not ordering?

“The drawing room, in say, a quarter of an hour?” he turned and walked away before Hermione
could refuse.

Knowing he’d find another way to make her life even more miserable if she decided not to show,
Hermione grudgingly put her new novels on the table in the library and headed for the drawing
room.

Tom Riddle was already pacing back and forth inside, his black robes billowing out behind him.
“Thank you for coming,” he bit the inside of his cheek as he saw the younger woman approach.

“You wanted to see me, milord,” she bowed her head respectfully as she had been taught when
greeting her superiors, even if she didn’t consider him the true king.

“I believe you know what people think of me,” Tom saw no reason to beat around the bush.

“Yes I do,” Hermione cast her eyes down so he wouldn’t see them brimming with hatred.

“I have decided to amend my ways,” Tom said, covering his smirk.

Hermione folded her arms over her chest but did not respond. She had no interest in anything Tom
Riddle had to say or do.

“Aren’t you curious how?” Tom turned around with a slimy grin on his face. “Especially since it
concerns you?”

“How do your plans concern me?” Hermione asked coolly.

Tom smiled even wider. “It all concerns you, my dear. You are the one person who can make things
happen.”

Hermione shuddered as he touched her shoulder. “I can’t even begin to think how I could help
you.”

“I suppose you have noticed how none of the villagers seem to be very fond of me?” Tom
replied.

“How can anyone not notice that?” Hermione answered, her tone growing colder.

Tom’s upper lip curled involuntarily and she didn’t miss it. “You are entirely too sassy for
your own good.” He said, his temper running short.

Hermione glared back at him, unafraid. “What did you bring me in here for, exactly? Not just for
conversation purposes obviously.”

Tom spun around and stopped directly in front of her. “You’re going to marry me.”

Hermione felt her jaw drop down. *He wanted to marry her?* He watched her, his eyes
narrowed as she struggled to regain her composure. “I am sorry,” she said stiffly. “I am already
betrothed to another. I’m afraid I cannot accept your *proposal*.” The last word was said
mockingly.

Tom almost growled at her refusal. “Perhaps you don’t understand me, *girl*. That was not a
question.”

“You can’t order me to be your wife!” Hermione argued.

“I’m the king. I can do whatever I want.” Tom hissed.

“I will not do it.” Hermione said, her eyes cold.

“You will,” Tom replied angrily. “You will do it tomorrow NIGHT!” he finished with a shout.
Spinning on his heel, he turned and left the room, and Hermione sat down, visibly shaking.

“He wants to marry me,” Hermione felt tears form in her eyes. “Oh Merlin…” she got up and ran
out of the room, blindly rushing down the corridors, hoping that Ron would be back from Diagon
Alley.

“Ron!” the red-haired young man was startled at the panicked voice of his best friend. Hermione
came dashing into his bedroom and threw herself at him, sobbing.

“What’s wrong?” Ron was concerned. Ever since her parents had been killed in front of them, he’d
felt overly protective of her. Their friendship was as tight as could be, and he loved her like a
sister.

“Oh Ron it’s awful and I don’t know what to do!” Hermione raised her face. “Tom Riddle told me
that I have to marry him tomorrow night!”

“WHAT?” Ron shouted.

“What am I going to do?” Hermione asked desperately.

“Um…” Ron was upset as well. He sat down on the edge of his bed, pulling her down next to him.
“All right, let’s calm down here. Tell me everything that happened.”

Hermione choked out the story, clutching onto several tissues as she wiped her eyes. “And after
he told me that we were going to be married tomorrow night he left, and I just ran here.”

Ron hugged her, kissing the top of her head. “We’ll get you out of this Hermione. We’ll stay
awake all night if we have to.”

“Okay,” Hermione sniffed. The pair sat in silence, Ron repeatedly raking his hands through his
ginger coloured hair.

“Maybe we could disguise you,” Ron spoke up. “Maybe give you some polyjuice?”

“It only lasts for an hour and takes a month to make,” Hermione said methodically and dully.

“Oh, right.” Ron sighed. “Maybe…” he paused.

“What?” Hermione was hopeful.

Ron sighed again. “I don’t like this idea but it might be the only one we’ve got.”

“What is it?” Hermione asked uneasily.

“You leave,” Ron said. “Leave the castle and Diagon Alley and just get as far away as you
can.”

“Leave?” The idea almost sounded more fearful than marrying Tom Riddle. Diagon Alley and this
palace were the only homes she knew.

“Yeah,” Ron replied. “I don’t want you to go, but I don’t think there’s any other way to get you
out of this.”

Hermione sniffed again and blew her nose. “I think you’re right.”

“If you have to go then,” Ron began unenthusiastically. “I think you should go tonight… and
don’t tell anyone. That’s why when you’re gone; no one will have to take the blame.”

“Except you,” Hermione said sorrowfully. She didn’t want to leave Lily or Molly behind.

“And I’ll never tell a soul.” Ron promised. “Go pack up your things and I’ll help you get out
later tonight once everyone’s asleep.”

Hermione nodded. “All right,” she said softly.

“I’ll come to your rooms in a few minutes to make sure that bastard doesn’t try anything.” Ron
said darkly.

“Okay,” Hermione left the room, her head bowed. Upon arriving in her bedroom she packed a small
bag with the few things she’d need, as well as a photo of her parents that she’d collected from
their suites when they died. She pressed her lips briefly to the frame before stuffing it between
two sets of clothes.

“Are you all set?” Ron asked, coming up behind her.

Hermione jumped. “Oh it’s just you,” she said in relief. “Yes, I’m packed.” She shoved the bag
underneath her bed.

“Well here’s the plan. We go through dinner like normal, then to bed, and around eleven thirty
I’ll come get you. My brothers Fred and George are going to help us sneak past the castle gates and
once we get in Diagon Alley you start running.”

Hermione nodded. “All right,” her voice was so soft Ron almost couldn’t hear her. Moving forward
he hugged her tightly again.

The rest of the night passed by in a haze for the two of them- Tom Riddle broke the news of
their ‘engagement’ that night, leaving Lily and Molly in an uproar as he swept away from the table.
Lily tried to get Hermione to contest what was going on but Hermione remained tight lipped, saying
she had her own plans instead.

After that they had all gone their separate ways, Hermione and Ron sharing a look to say that
their plot was still on.

She was lying in her bed, her eyes trained firmly on a spot in her ceiling. Sleep would not come
to her at all, for she was afraid to wake up and see Tom Riddle lying next to her on the bed.

Ron knocked softly on her door at eleven thirty sharp, and Hermione shot off the bed, grabbing
her bag as she flew to the door.

“I’m really scared,” Hermione whispered as they crept to the main hall.

“I know,” Ron replied. “I wish I could go with you.”

“Me too,” Hermione replied. “How are your brothers helping us sneak out?”

“They know about every passage out of the castle.” Ron peered around a corner. “They’ve got one
that takes us right on the outskirts of town.”

“All right,” Hermione nodded nervously. They arrived in the main hall in silence and waited in
the shadows until two tall redheads came up behind them.

“Ready?” One of them asked, Hermione thought it was George. He had three less freckles than
Fred, which wouldn’t normally be noticeable except they were identical in every other way.

“Yes,” Ron answered, taking her hand. The four of them slunk out, following Fred and George down
many different corridors until they reached a statue that Hermione had always hated.

“Dissendium,” George said and to Hermione’s great surprise, the statue moved aside and a passage
was revealed.

The four of them went down the passageway, using their wands to light up the darkness in front
of them. It was damp and cold, and Hermione couldn’t stop shivering until they reached the end and
she was breathing in the fresh air.

“Well,” Ron looked at his two brothers who nodded and moved away. “I’m going to miss you,” he
said to his best friend. “Here, I nicked you a bit of food from the kitchens so you won’t
starve.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” Hermione hugged him as tight as she could, taking the bag he held
out. “Listen… after the fuss has died down about me disappearing, please, please tell your mum and
Lily about this. I can’t leave and have them not knowing what happened to me.”

“Okay,” Ron said. He kissed her cheek before pulling back. “Take care of yourself,” his voice
had gone strangely hoarse.

“I will. You too.” Hermione said in the same tone. With one last look at her best friend, she
disappeared into the night.

*** *** ***

Hermione sometimes walked, sometimes ran, trying to put as much distance between her and Diagon
Alley as possible. The road was uneven and she stumbled over bumps and rocks as the moon was hidden
behind clouds.

And it only made her journey worse when the skies opened and Hermione was drenched by a
downpour. She made her way over to a tree and hid beneath it, but the bare branches were almost no
protection.

Hermione fell asleep, huddled up in a bundle in the roots, and woke up with a horrible crick in
her neck and the sun beating down on her. Groaning, she got up and stretched, then followed the
sound of a stream until she found clear water to wash herself up with.

“Well by now he must know I’m gone,” Hermione said aloud. She sincerely hoped that Ron would
feign innocence so he wouldn’t be blamed. She also hoped Tom Riddle wasn’t taking his temper out on
Lily or Molly. “It’s too late to turn back,” she said sternly when her mind tried to persuade her
into returning to Diagon Alley.

Resuming her path on the road, she walked the rest of the day and into the late afternoon,
stopping to snack on the cheese and bread Ron had put in the bag for her. In the early evening,
Hermione came upon a small town called Hogsmeade.

It looked like a rather nice small town, and Hermione found a nice leafy tree to sit under to
catch her breath. She unpinned her hair, shaking the long curls out. They were still damp from the
rain the previous night and they settled nicely together instead of growing bushy like her hair
normally did.

Sirius Black hummed to himself as he walked down the street, holding his sack of groceries on
his arm. Harry had offered to make dinner for them again this evening and he was not above taking
his godson up on his offer. Harry had turned out to be a better cook than Sirius himself.

He was about to take the turn that would lead him back to the shack where he lived with Harry
and Remus when he saw a pretty girl sit down, her back pressed up against a tree trunk. She was
undoing her knot of hair which was a chestnut brown colour, and then she sat back and closed her
eyes.

She would make the perfect girl for Harry, Sirius decided right then and there. He had to get
her back to the house somehow.

“Excuse me,” a voice startled Hermione out of her doze and she opened her eyes to see a handsome
black haired man standing in front of her. “Are you all right miss?”

“Oh I’m fine, thank you.” Hermione replied. “Just taking a small kip under the tree here before
I leave.”

“I see,” Sirius replied. “I say, I just live a bit up the road if you’d like to come in for a
bite to eat.”

“I appreciate that but I couldn’t impose,” Hermione sat up straighter. There was something
strangely familiar about this man. It seemed she had known him before but she couldn’t place
him.

“No, please I insist.” Sirius held out a hand to help her up. “Besides, you’re in for a real
treat. My godson happens to be a wonderful cook and he’s making supper this evening.”

“All right,” Hermione smiled. “Thank you very much.” She was surprised at her own actions.
Normally she’d never go to a stranger’s house, no matter how charming they were. *‘I’m on my own
now, I can make these decisions.’* She thought.

She followed the man up the road, her eyes taking in the smallish shack. “It’s just the three of
us,” the man explained, opening the door and ushering her in. “Hello!” he called.

“I’m in here!” another male voice called back. Hermione went behind the man into a cheery
looking kitchen. She saw another man sitting at the table and the sound of chopping wood came
through the window.

“Hello Remus. We have a guest for dinner tonight.” Sirius gave Remus a look which the other man
interpreted as a don’t-scare-her-off-she’s-for-Harry look.

“Pleased to meet you,” Remus stood up to shake the young woman’s hand. “My name is Remus.”

“Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself before,” Hermione replied properly. “I’m Hermione
Granger.”

Sirius spun around at that instant and shared a different look with Remus. “Hermione… what an
interesting name,” he finally said.

“Thank you,” she sat down. “My parents named me after Hermione in *A Winter’s Tale* by
Shakespeare.”

“Where did you come from?” Sirius asked, his tone pleasant, much like it had been when Harry had
come to them 10 years ago.

“Oh,” Hermione looked down at her dirty hands. “Um… do you mind if I clean myself up a bit? I’m
sure I must look a fright.”

“Of course,” Remus replied. “Second door on the right.” Hermione thanked him and left the
room.

“Is that who I think it is?” Sirius asked immediately.

“It might be,” Remus said cautiously.

Sirius grinned. “I found Harry a GIRL FRIEND!” he sang loudly.

“Shut UP Padfoot!” Remus snapped. “You want to scare her away?”

“Of course not,” Sirius said. “But I do have a plan…”

Harry swung the axe down onto a log of wood, splitting it neatly in two. He could have done this
chore by magic but he liked the exercise.

His thoughts wandered as he continued to chop. As he had gone to work that day he had noticed a
grey haired man with a knee length beard following him. And as he had run some errands for Madam
Rosmerta, the owner of the Three Broomsticks, the man had followed him to the market and back.

And the same man had been waiting near the door when Harry had left. He had grabbed Harry’s arm,
his blue eyes piercing into Harry’s green ones. “The time has come for you to face what you have
left,” the old man said prophetically, before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

“What the hell did that mean,” Harry muttered to himself, setting the axe against the log for a
moment as he wiped his brow. The days were becoming warmer, in a few months he’d turn eighteen. If
he’d stayed back in Diagon Alley, he’d be getting crowned king.

“No use in thinking of that,” Harry hoisted the axe again.

“Um… excuse me?” a female voice interrupted his thoughts. “Your godfather wanted me to bring you
a glass of water?”

Harry turned around, ready to run back to the house and strangle Sirius for trying to fix him up
again when the sight in front of him made his eyes grow wide.

Hermione’s jaw dropped and the glass slipped from her fingers to shatter on the stone path.
“Harry?” her voice shook slightly.

“Hermione?” his voice sounded as equally unsure. The next thing Harry knew, he was flat on his
back in the flowerbed, engulfed in an enormous hug that was taking his breath away.

“Harry!” Hermione pushed herself up and stared down at him. “I knew it! You’re alive! I always
knew you were alive and I found you!” She pulled him up and hugged him again. “What have you been
doing here all this time? Who are those men inside the house? Oh Harry, I’ve missed you so much!”
Sudden tears sprang into Hermione’s eyes and she began to cry.

Harry said nothing at first but held her close, stroking her long hair. “I’ve missed you too,”
he said softly.

“Oh Harry,” Hermione looked at him, cupping his face between her hands. “You look exactly like
James. You’re so handsome.” A slight blush stained her cheeks.

He turned red. “Thanks,” he muttered. “You look great too,” his thumb rubbed away some
tearstains. “Just like I pictured you would.”

Hermione smiled up at him and they hugged again.

Sirius turned away from the window where he had watched with satisfaction. “Am I good or am I
good?” he asked Remus.

Remus gave him a grunt which only made Sirius grin even wider. “I’m that good.”

*** *** ***

“Harry, you’re a wonderful cook,” Hermione said as she finished the curry dinner Harry had made
them.

“Thanks,” Harry turned red with her praise. Remus and Sirius had each grabbed a plate and begged
off early for bed, but Harry knew what they were trying to do. “I’ve had lots of practise.”

“It’s certainly paid off,” Hermione barely took her eyes off him as he moved around and started
to clean up. “Can I help you with anything?”

“No, I’ve got it.” Harry replied. They sat in silence as he finished the dishes. “Would you uh…
would you like to go for a walk or something?” he asked, feeling a bit shy. He finally had Hermione
in front of him, something he’d been wanting for ten years, and he had no idea what to say.

“I’d love to,” Hermione answered, equally shy. Harry smiled and offered her his hand, weaving
their fingers together as they walked outside.

It was a warm night, with only a few clouds blocking the moon. Harry and Hermione walked back by
the woods quietly, stealing glances at one another.

“Where do we even start?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry said with a shaky laugh. He ran his free hand through his hair, not
wanting to let go of her fingers.

“How about the day you… left.” Hermione replied.

“What about it?” Harry asked, his eyes growing dark. “My father died, I have no place there
anymore.”

“That’s not true Harry,” Hermione said. “Your mother… she misses you so much. If she knew you
were alive…”

“She doesn’t have to know. No one does. You can just stay here like me.” Harry replied.

“This isn’t your home, Harry!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Yes it is!” Harry snapped. He let go of her hand, running his fingers through his hair again.
“You have no idea what my life has been like since that day!”

“I would if you’d tell me!” Hermione shouted, suddenly angry.

“Well maybe I don’t feel like telling everyone what my life has been like!” Harry shouted back.
“It’s none of anyone else’s business!”

“I lived there too you know! And you weren’t the only one affected by everything that happened!”
Hermione felt tears welling up in her eyes at his coldness.

Harry suddenly noticed how close they were, they had been stepping closer to one another as
their shouting match continued. He could see a tiny smattering of pale freckles across the bridge
of her nose, and her large brown eyes, eyes he had dreamed of for so long, were brimming with
tears.

‘*I’m making her cry. All I wanted for so long was to have her here, and now I’m making her
cry.*’ He thought, feeling ashamed.

Hermione looked down, not wanting him to see her tears start to slide down. After all, he was
the cause of them. She was startled at his fingers gently curving under her chin, bringing her face
back up. Their eyes met and held, lips coming closer and closer together.

Harry’s mouth brushed hesitantly over hers at first, then immediately growing more passionate.
Her arms wound themselves around his neck and he pulled her as close as he could.

**A/N: I know, I know… I’m trying not to leave off cliffies but just think, next chapter starts
with a snog! How great right?**

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7. Chapter 7
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**A/N: Sorry this chapter took me so long to get out- I got stuck in several places… big HUGE
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Hermione kissed him back as passionately as she could, forgetting his cold words from the moment
before. Her fingers were stroking his nape, twisting into his hair as his tongue pushed its way
into her mouth.

“Harry…” her voice was almost a whisper as her legs threatened to buckle beneath her.

The sound of her voice made Harry snap back to reality. He pulled his mouth away from hers,
opening his eyes.

What was he doing? Didn’t he want this? Hadn’t he been dreaming of having Hermione there for
years and years and now that she was here, he didn’t think he was doing the right thing.

“I uh…” Harry’s tone was strangled. “I’m sorry I uh… I don’t quite know what…” he backed away,
still looking at her.

Hermione watched him run away, her stomach sinking lower and lower with each step he took.

Harry ran until he was sure he was far enough away from Hermione that she wouldn’t have
followed. He sat down on a tree stump in the middle of a clearing and put his face in his
hands.

“What’s wrong with me?” he moaned after a few minutes.

“You’ve run from the past for long enough now haven’t you?” a voice made him snap his head up
and look wildly around the clearing.

“Who’s there?” Harry shouted.

The grey haired man with the long beard stepped out from behind a tree. “Hello, Harry Potter,”
he said.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” Harry shouted.

“My name is Albus Dumbledore,” the old man replied. “I’ve come to take you home.”

Harry calmed visibly, but was still angry. “Why were you following me around all day?” he
asked.

“I discovered you had not died as most have thought,” Dumbledore sat down on a conjured tree
stump next to him. “You miss your father, don’t you?”

“How did you know about that?” Harry asked, deciding to trust the old man. There was something
about him that he found calming, now that he got a good chance to look at him.

“Harry my son; I was one of James’s mentors while he was in school,” Dumbledore said. “And I was
the one who showed you to your kingdom when you were only a year old.”

“You did?” Harry was curious. “How come I never saw you around then?”

“I tend to be a bit of a hermit,” Dumbledore said, his eyes bright behind the half moon
spectacles he wore. “I prefer to keep to myself at Hogwarts.”

“I would have been going there,” Harry said. “Had I not… left.”

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded. “But I can already see you’ve been wonderfully trained by your
godfathers.”

“Yeah, Sirius and Remus have been really great for me.” Harry replied. “How… how do you know so
much?” he asked.

“I see, and I observe. From that I learn.” Dumbledore replied prophetically. “I say Harry, would
you like to talk to your father?”

Harry blinked. “Talk to my father?” he repeated.

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded. “Lean towards me…” He held out his hands and as Harry leaned forward
he placed his hands on either side of the young man’s head. “Just think about his face, think of
him the last time you saw him…”

Dumbledore’s voice faded away and Harry opened his eyes to find himself in a dark room. It was
quiet and calm in there, and Harry felt more at peace with himself than he had in the past
decade.

“Hello son,” a quiet voice made him jump and turn around.

“Dad!” Harry threw himself at his father and hugged him as hard as he could.

“Harry,” his father hugged him back. “You grew up to look just like your old man didn’t
you?”

Harry grinned at his father. It was true, they could almost pass for twins except for Harry’s
eyes and lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

“I’m glad we look alike,” Harry managed. “It… it makes me happy to know that you’re still with
me in a way.”

James smiled and sat down on a puffy armchair that suddenly materialised. “Harry… I am glad to
see you…”

Harry sat down as well in another armchair. “But…”

“I’m disappointed that you ran away.” James regarded him.

“I had to,” Harry replied, looking down. “Tom Riddle, he told me that it was my fault,” his
emotions that he had been able to keep mostly in check for the past 10 years were coming out.

“What happened to me was *not* your fault.” James leaned forward.

“It wasn’t?” Harry asked.

“No,” James put his hand on top of his son’s.

They were silent for several minutes while Harry put himself back in check. “Should I go back
Dad?” he asked finally.

“I can’t tell you what to do.” James said. “You’ll do what you think is right.”


Harry nodded, his mind suddenly made up. “Okay.”

“Harry, I just want you to know, whatever decisions you’ve made or have yet to make, you’ll
always be my son. I’ll always love you.” James stood back up.

“Do you have to go already?” Harry stood up as well.

“I’m afraid so,” James replied.

Harry hugged his father again, and then suddenly he was reeling back from Dumbledore, sprawled
on the ground.

“I saw him!” Harry gasped. “I was here with my dad!”

Dumbledore smiled. “And what have you decided?”

Harry grinned back at the old man. “I’m going back!”

*** *** ***

Hermione sniffed as Remus set a steaming hot cup of tea in front of her. “I can’t believe he ran
away!”

“I’m going to have words with that boy,” Sirius was angry with his godson.

“Now, now…” Remus sat down. “I’m sure he’ll be back and he can explain what is going on.”

“He’d better,” Sirius replied ominously while Hermione took a few sips of tea.

They all sat in silence until they heard someone approaching. Harry ran into the shack,
breathless.

“I have to talk to all of you,” he pulled a chair over and sat down in it.

“Yes, you bloody well have some explaining to do,” Sirius crossed his arms.

Harry looked at Hermione who glared back at him. “I’m sorry for running out on you,” he said to
her.

Hermione sat up straighter. “Why did you?” she asked.

Harry looked at his two godfathers (he considered them both that way). “Can I talk to Hermione
alone for a moment? I do want to talk to you all tonight though.”

Remus stood up first. “We’ll just go in the other room,” he pulled on Sirius’s sleeve.

Sirius stood up as well, still giving his godson a dark look. “I’m going to glue you to that
chair if you try to leave again,” he said.

“I won’t!” Harry promised. He turned back to Hermione once the two men were gone. “I’m really
sorry… I know you’re probably in the midst of hating me-“

“I don’t hate you,” Hermione interrupted. “I’m angry at you but I’d never hate you.”

“All right,” Harry said. “I’m really sorry for running out on you the way I did, especially
right after… kissing you.” He ran his hand through his hair; something Hermione began to realise
was a nervous habit. “It wasn’t you… I mean… I really liked kissing you.”

Hermione blushed. “I liked it too,” she confessed softly.

“I just… I just wasn’t ready to face up to what happened in my past.” Harry said.

“Why not?” Hermione answered.

“I’m getting to that,” Harry promised. “That’s all part of what happened tonight that I want to
tell all of you at once.”

“Okay,” Hermione replied, a tentative smile on her face.

“I want you to know that it wasn’t you that caused me to run.” Harry said, taking her hand in
his.

Her smile grew wider. “Can you prove that?”

He was confused for a moment then realised what she wanted. Harry leaned forward and gently
touched his lips to hers again.

“Ahem,” a voice broke them apart. Harry turned to see Sirius grinning while Remus tried to pull
him out of the room. “I believe you had something you wanted to tell us?”

“Right,” Harry’s face was bright red. He kept his hand wrapped around Hermione’s as his two
godfathers sat down. He told them everything that had happened that night, including his talk with
his father.

“I love both of you, you’ve been the best these past ten years… but I really think I need to go
home now,” Harry looked down, hoping Remus and Sirius wouldn’t be angry about his decision.

“I think it’s wonderful you want to go back,” Remus finally said after a few moments of silence.
“You’ve grown up to be a mature young man Harry, and Sirius and I will support any decision you
make.”

“Thanks,” Harry said in obvious relief. “You both have done a lot for me and I don’t want you to
think I’m ungrateful for it. And I hate to leave-“

“Whoa,” Sirius held his hand up. “What makes you think you’re leaving us behind?”

“You want to come with?” Harry was shocked.

“Of course we do,” Remus replied.

They decided to leave that very next morning, not wanting to put things off any longer. Harry
noticed Hermione grow pale at the thought of going back to Diagon Alley, but he didn’t have a
chance to ask her what was wrong as they were all quite busy getting ready.

“I have to go down to the Three Broomsticks to let them know I’m leaving,” Harry said. “It’s
late but I know Rosmerta will still be up.”

“All right,” Sirius replied. “Don’t take too long, you know how chatty she can get.”

“Only with you,” Harry tried to joke but he could barely smile. He looked at Hermione. “Want to
go with me?”

“Sure,” Hermione smiled faintly at him. He took her hand and they left the shack, heading
towards the downtown area.

“I can’t believe you lived here for so long and no one ever recognised you,” Hermione said.

“I tend to keep a low profile,” Harry answered. “Other than working in the pub there I just stay
at home with Sirius and Remus.” He looked over at her. “They used to live in Diagon Alley before we
were born. They were friends with my dad and mum.”

“Really!” Hermione was surprised.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, suddenly looking pained. ‘*He hadn’t even asked about his mother since
Hermione had come…*’

“Your mother is doing fine,” Hermione squeezed his hand.

“How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?” Harry asked.

“Lucky guess,” Hermione smiled back at him. “She’s sad of course but still very beautiful.” She
didn’t say anything about her own troubles quite yet.

Harry nodded. “I always thought she’d stay the same no matter how much older she was.” He pushed
open the door, letting Hermione step in ahead of him.

Hermione looked around as Harry pulled the door shut behind them. It was a charming little
place, warm and cosy. She could understand why Harry had liked working there.

“Ta, Rosmerta,” He was saying as he took up her hand again, walking towards the bar.

“Hello Harry,” a pretty woman in her 40’s was standing behind the bar, wiping off glasses with a
rag. Her eyes moved curiously to Hermione and then down to their joined hands.

“This is Hermione,” Harry introduced. “She’s uh… a friend from home.” He said quickly. He cast a
furtive look at her.

“Lovely to meet you,” Rosmerta shook her hand. “What brings the two of you in here this
evening?”

“Well,” Harry scratched the back of his head. “I’m actually leaving with Hermione tomorrow for
my home… so I came in to tell you that I have to quit.”

“I’m losing one of my best employees if you leave,” Rosmerta sighed.

“I’m sorry,” Harry apologised. “It’s just that some things have come up and…”

“I understand love,” Rosmerta came out from behind the bar. She hugged Harry tightly. “But come
back and visit sometime, will you?”

“I will,” Harry promised.

“You’ll be leaving behind a lot of broken hearts,” Rosmerta teased him. Harry flushed a dark
red.

“I doubt that,” he muttered. “Come on,” he said to Hermione who smiled at Rosmerta.

“It was lovely meeting you.” She said softly. “I’m sorry to drag him away on such short
notice.”

“Don’t you worry about it love,” Rosmerta replied. “Take care now!”

Harry and Hermione waved as they left the pub. “A lot of broken hearts?” Hermione asked him.

“Apparently she says a lot of the girls around here think I’m attractive,” he mumbled.

Hermione smiled as she squeezed his hand. “They’re right.”

“Right,” Harry’s face was still very red. They walked back to the house in silence, joining back
up with Sirius and Remus.

They all turned in early that night but Harry and Hermione were unable to sleep. He insisted she
take his room while he used the sofa, both thinking of each other and the next day. He did not go
to her and she stayed away from him, thinking he wanted to be alone.

In the morning everyone was rather groggy as they each took their bags, shrinking them down so
they wouldn’t actually have to carry them on their backs. Harry took one last look at the shack in
which he had lived for most of his life, knowing he either wouldn’t be back at all or be back as a
king.

He turned his head to see Hermione helping Remus put some things into one last sack. He said
something and she laughed briefly, her eyes moving away to meet his. Harry smiled at her, trying to
reassure himself more than her that he was making the right decision.

“Are you all right?” Hermione asked softly, resting her hand on Harry’s arm.

“I’m fine,” Harry replied.

“You look nervous,” she commented.

“I am, I guess.” Harry said. “I mean, just a day ago I was going to work and now I’m heading
back to… become a *king*…”

“I want to talk to you later,” Hermione interrupted him. “It’s… a long story, but I want to tell
you everything that’s happened since you left. I think it’s important for you to know everything
before we get back to Diagon Alley.”

Harry nodded. “All right,” he said.

“Is everyone ready?” Sirius asked, clapping his hands together. “Harry?”

“I’m ready,” Harry replied.

And so the four of them left Hogsmeade and started towards Diagon Alley, staying mostly to the
woods and off the path. No one said much, choosing instead to make sure they were heading in the
right direction. Harry recognised some landmarks from his journey long before.

It was early evening and Remus opted that they camp out in a small patch of woods for the
evening as he tired more easily than the rest.

“It’s probably best this way,” Sirius spoke up. “This way we can reach Diagon Alley around
midday tomorrow instead of the middle of the night.”

Harry and Hermione agreed as they all set to unpacking the tents they had brought.

“Oops,” Sirius muttered as he enlarged the only sack left.

“What do you mean, oops,” Harry asked.

“Well… the other tent we have isn’t here.” Sirius was embarrassed. “This one only has two rooms
and three beds.”

“So, you and Remus take the room with two beds and Hermione can have the single.” Harry said.
“I’ll sleep out here by the fire.”

“No, you need your rest for tomorrow,” Sirius argued.

“It’s fine.” Harry put up a hand. “I insist.”

“Well, all right.” Sirius said reluctantly. Remus and Hermione were building a fire which was
soon warming them all up, as evenings sometimes tended to be rather cool.

After dinner Sirius and Remus retired to the first bedroom, and Hermione stayed outside with
Harry.

“Come on,” he said, holding up the blanket he had wrapped around himself. “Come under here.”

“All right,” Hermione tucked herself in next to him, appreciating the heat from his body.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked, letting his arm rest over her shoulders.

“There are so many things…” Hermione began, twisting the edge of the blanket between her
fingers.

Harry squeezed her shoulders. “Take your time,” he said.

“Well…” Hermione took a deep breath. “I’ll start the day you left… Tom Riddle brought your
father’s body back to the castle but he said they couldn’t find you. After that, he said he was
going to crown himself king and my father said no.” Hermione’s eyes filled with tears as she
remembered that moment. “He… he killed my mum and dad.”

“What?” Harry was shocked. “Tom Riddle did WHAT?”

“He killed my mum and dad.” Hermione repeated, tears spilling over.

“Hermione,” Harry hugged her to him tightly. “I’m so sorry; I wish I had never run away…”

“It’s not your fault it’s his,” she said, suddenly angry. “But there’s more…” Hermione told
Harry of everything that had transpired, including their suspicions about Tom Riddle being the
leader of the Death Eaters and how Ron had been such a great friend for her.

“I knew he’d take care of you,” Harry said, still holding her unconsciously.

“He has,” Hermione replied, her head on his shoulder.

“So what made you leave?” Harry asked.

“Well…” Hermione snuggled in closer to him. “It all really started the day before I arrived, and
its part of the reason I don’t want to go back, although I feel better knowing I’m with you.” She
sighed. “Tom Riddle wanted to marry me.”

“WHAT?” Harry almost shouted.

“He thought that if I married him, he’d get more support from the villagers. They all hate him
like we do. I told him that I was already betrothed and that I wouldn’t do it, and he got mad and
said that we’d get married that next night. I went to Ron and he and his brothers got me out.”
Hermione pressed her face into his shoulder. “That’s how I wound up in Hogsmeade.”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” Harry cradled the back of her head in his hand as they hugged.
“This is all my fault for leaving.”

“No,” Hermione pulled away. “Harry he would have killed you if you stayed… he was going to kill
me when your mum stopped him.” She cupped his face between her hands. “In that sense I’m glad you
left, because we wouldn’t be here right now if you stayed.”

Harry grasped her hands. “Then I’m glad I left,” he replied softly. They looked at each other
for a long moment before Hermione leaned in and kissed him.

His hands slipped down to her waist, pulling her over so she was sitting on his lap. Her fingers
slid from his face up into his hair, twisting the strands around.

Hermione’s body was up tight against his as Harry kissed her deeper, letting his tongue explore
her mouth. She didn’t feel like she needed the blanket anymore so she let go, not even noticing the
cold bite at her skin.

Harry kissed her for a few more minutes and then pulled away for some air. Hermione held onto
him, leaning her forehead against his. “Please don’t leave me this time,” she breathed.

“I won’t,” Harry said, his eyes closed. He kissed her again, pulling the blanket back up around
her. Pulling her dress down one shoulder, he moved his mouth over her neck and kissed her skin,
enjoying her sweet taste.

Hermione let her head fall back as Harry moved away from her shoulder and began kissing her neck
again. She shrugged her other shoulder and let the bodice of her dress fall, happy now for the
blanket.

She slid her hands under his shirt and touched his stomach, which tightened immediately. Harry
kissed her on the mouth again, his tongue forcing its way between her lips.

Hermione cried out softly as he nipped at her lower lip, pulling it out before leaning back in
to kiss her hard. Her response was fiery; she wanted him to kiss her like she’d dreamed about for
all those years.

“Harry,” he was kissing her neck again, suckling lightly at her skin.

“Hmm?” he mumbled. His mouth touched the corner of hers and she breathed out heavily.

“I love you,” Hermione gasped.

At first Harry thought he hadn’t heard her right. “What?” he finally said, realising as soon as
the words left his lips that it was the wrong thing to say.

“I love you,” Hermione repeated, blushing slightly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that…” she
turned her head away from him.

Harry stared at her, his mind trying to piece together the three little words she had just
uttered. “You just said you love me…” he said.

“Look, perhaps I should just go to bed,” Hermione started to get up, feeling incredibly stupid
for saying what she had said.

“No,” Harry’s hand shot out and pulled her back down. “I don’t want you to leave Hermione,”

“Why?” she asked, staring at him.

“I…” Harry ran his hand through his hair. “I love you too,” he finally said.

Hermione stared at him again. “You’re not just saying that are you?” she finally asked, her
voice quivering slightly.

“No,” Harry grasped her hand. “I was going to tell you that before we went into Diagon Alley.”
He pulled her close to him again. “After… after everything comes to an end and it all settles
down…” Harry paused. “I want to marry you.”

Hermione gasped. “You do?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah,” he smiled, remembering a conversation he’d had with his father. “It’s
funny… ten years ago when we found out we were betrothed, I asked my dad if I really had to marry
you. He told me that in ten years’ time, I’d feel differently than I did at the time.”

Hermione smiled. “Your mum told me the same thing.” They both laughed. “Maybe we should have
listened to them then. I seem to remember you wouldn’t talk to me at first the next day.”

“Yeah,” Harry ruffled his hair again. “Thank goodness someone set me straight,” he grinned at
her then kissed her lightly. She rested her head on his shoulder and they watched the fire in
comfortable silence until it burned itself down to embers.

“I should get some sleep,” Hermione said quietly. Harry nodded and got up, both of them
stretching as he helped her up. Harry walked her into the tent and into the small bedroom where she
caught his hand.

“Stay here with me,” Hermione caught his hand impulsively.

“All right,” Harry agreed immediately, not really wanting to sleep outside on the cold hard
ground. They slipped into bed, Hermione spooning her body against Harry’s.

“Hermione,” Harry said as they both began to drift off.

“Hmm?” she said softly.

“I’m glad… I’m glad we said what we said to each other tonight.” Harry spoke into her hair.
“Just in case… tomorrow something goes wrong.”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” Hermione said faithfully. “I know we can rally up the villagers
to fight on your behalf.”

“I still can’t help but be nervous,” Harry ran his hand over her long hair. “I’m glad you came
though. No matter how simple my life might have been with Sirius and Remus… being with you is a
million times better.”

Hermione smiled at him, tears pooling in her eyes again. Harry buried his face in the pillow.
“Don’t tell Sirius I made you cry again or he’ll kill me…” Hermione laughed.

“It’s our secret,” she said, her fingers running back over his nape. She pulled him in for a
kiss then snuggled into his body as he wrapped his arms around her.

It was the way Sirius found them the next morning. He had fully expected to see his godson in
there and not out by the fire like Harry had said.

“Rise and shine!” he called, making Harry pull his arms protectively around her. “Come on you
two, wake up…” he shook them gently. Hermione muttered something unintelligible and buried her face
deeper into Harry’s chest.

“All right,” Sirius stood back and crossed his arms. “I’m giving you two one last chance to wake
up before I use drastic measures.” Neither Harry or Hermione replied.

Retrieving his wand from his pocket, Sirius pointed it mainly at Harry, and whispered a charm. A
jet of freezing cold water shot out directly at his face and a moment later, Harry was out of bed
and on his feet, shouting at the top of his lungs.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?” Behind him Hermione sat up, relatively dry, and rubbed at her
eyes.

“Like I said before, rise and shine, valentine,” Sirius replied cheekily. Harry glowered at
him.

“Why did you dump water on me?” he shook his head, sending droplets everywhere.

“We need to get moving and you two lovebirds were dead to the world.” Hermione blushed at
Sirius’s comment. “There’s a stream in back if you want to get washed up, of I could always douse
you with water again.”

“No thanks,” Harry pushed his godfather out of the room. “Go bother Remus will you?”

“I already did…” Sirius was muffled by the door slamming in his face. “Ungrateful sod!” he
called out.

“Sorry,” Harry apologised. “Sometimes Sirius takes jokes a little too far.”

“It’s fine,” Hermione smiled. “You’re the one that got all wet not me,”

Harry glared at her then grinned back. “I suppose we’d better get a move on then…” They went out
back and freshened up, then headed out to have a quick breakfast with Sirius and Remus.

Harry and Hermione pulled down the tent and repacked it while Sirius and Remus took care of the
fire and breakfast dishes. They shrank down all the bags like the previous day and were off
again.

Hermione couldn’t stop thinking about what Harry had said to her last night. He wanted to marry
her after it was all over, he actually wanted to *marry* her… it kept a smile on her face most
of the day and Harry kept giving her knowing looks.

It was around two in the afternoon when they were able to see the gates to Diagon Alley in the
distance. It had grown very cloudy and was raining lightly as the group approached.

Harry gulped audibly as they all came up along the stone wall surrounding the castle. For the
first time in ten years he was terrified beyond all capacity.

He was back.

**A/N: Whew, finally finished with this chapter! I know some parts of it might have gone along
quite fast but this chapter would have never gotten done otherwise.**

**Hermione is completely responsible for the “I love yous” in this chapter… I wanted them to
wait but nooo she always has to have her way. And of course Harry is no angel, he was all for them
jumping into the sack but I managed to fend him off with thoughts of Snape in underwear.
LOL**

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8. Chapter 8
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**A/N: Well here’s the second to last chapter of Circle of Life. I hope you all like
it!**

**To Chaosblades: You said I was ripping off the plot of the Lion King. If I was doing that,
then the characters would be singing ;)**

Harry, Hermione, Sirius and Remus looked up at the large wall that surrounded the castle and
village.

“How are we going to get in there?” Harry asked aloud, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. The
rain was growing steadily harder and it was getting quite muddy.

Hermione looked around and realised they were near the place where Fred and George Weasley had
led her and Ron outside. “I know,” she went to the wall and pressed her hands over the stones.

Harry watched her closely and was surprised when she whipped out her wand and whispered a few
words. He was even more surprised when several stone blocks slid out of the way exposing a passage
into Diagon Alley. “Wow,” he uttered.

“It’s how Ron and his brothers got me out of here without anyone knowing.” Hermione told them
all.

“Wait,” Remus stopped Harry. “We need to figure out some sort of plan for once we’re in
there.”

“He’s right,” Harry replied, looking at Sirius and Hermione. “We can’t just walk in and take
over.”

Sirius nodded. “What do you have in mind?”

Harry shrugged. “Live bait?” he tried to lighten the mood. Hermione frowned at him.

“This isn’t a time to joke,” she said seriously. “Sirius, Remus… you two need to go and distract
the Death Eaters. The three main guys that work closely with Tom Riddle are Lucius Malfoy,
Bellatrix Lestrange, and Anton Dolohov. The others will just follow whatever they do, they always
have.” Hermione paused a moment. “I’ll go find the Queen and Ron. We can rally up some of the
villagers.”

“I’ll deal with Tom Riddle,” Harry finished. He pushed his hand through his hair. “This will all
have to happen rather fast.”

“Yes,” Hermione nodded.

“I don’t like the idea of you going off alone,” Harry said to her.

“I know,” she answered, clasping his hand with hers. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“Okay,” Harry was still reluctant. “I’ll lie low for awhile until you two get the Death Eaters
to the castle.” He looked at Sirius and Remus.

“All right,” Sirius replied. Their faces were tense. Quietly as mice, they crept through the
damp passage. Once on the other side, the two older men pulled their hoods low over their faces and
slinked away.

Harry gripped Hermione’s hand tighter as she pulled her hood up as well. “Please be
careful,”

“I *will*, Harry.” Hermione pressed her lips to his briefly. “Watch out for Pettigrew. He’s
never come right out and said it, but we’ve all suspected he’s been working for Riddle for a long
time now.” She then disappeared as well into the long shadows of the corridor.

Harry tucked himself into all the shadows he passed along his way down into the main entry hall.
He didn’t find anyone, and he was saddened to see how dark and dreary his childhood home had
become.

He arrived at the main entry hall and hid himself behind a large statue in the front. Not sure
exactly what he was waiting for, Harry kept himself concealed until a flurry of movement caught his
eye.

“YOU know where she went!” Tom Riddle’s voice preceded himself and the Queen into the main hall.
Molly Weasley was not far behind.

“Even if I did know, I certainly wouldn’t tell you!” Lily said coldly. “You tried to force
Hermione into doing something she didn’t want to do and she left- for once someone got the better
of you and you can’t take it!”

*** *** ***

Sirius strode confidently through Diagon Alley, Remus directly behind him. “How are we going to
do this?” he asked.

“Simple,” Sirius replied. “We bait them and lure them back to the castle.”

“Easier said than done Padfoot,” Remus replied.

“Well what are *you* thinking?” Sirius asked.

Remus tapped his chin for a moment. “You distract Lucius and his group. Start them tailing you
back to the castle. I’ll get the rest of them and I’ll meet you at the gates.”

*** *** ***

Hermione peeked around corners before going around, keeping her body pressed against the wall.
The wing where Ron and his mother lived was nearby and she only hoped Ron would be in the castle
and not in the village with his girlfriend.

Her foot nudged a broken piece of stone from the walls and it skittered across the floor.
Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth as it echoed through the corridor. She spent several minutes
huddled behind one of the many statues in fear someone would come to check out what the noise
was.

After about seven minutes being crouched down and completely silent, Hermione decided she was
safe and ducked out, keeping herself doubled over as she ran through the corridors.

Coming upon Ron’s door, she didn’t bother to knock before rushing inside.

“AHHHHHHH!” everyone screamed. Ron tried to cover Luna with his blankets while scrambling for
his trousers.

Hermione covered her eyes and turned to the wall, wishing away the image she had just seen.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” Ron tried not to shout as Hermione sat down limply in
a chair by the door.

“Ron sit down,” she said. Ron sat on the edge of the bed as Luna scrambled next to him.

“I found Harry,” she began.

“You found HARRY?” Ron was disbelieving. “All right, even if you found Harry, why the hell did
you come back here? Don’t you know Tom Riddle is looking all OVER the place trying to find
you?”

Hermione tried hard not to cry, lifting her chin instead to look defiantly back at him. “I came
back, WITH Harry and a few other people, to help him take back his rightful place as king. And I
came to look for you because he’s in the castle right now waiting for Sirius and Remus to come back
with the Death Eaters!”

“Who are Sirius and Remus?” Ron asked.

“They were friends of James and Lily. Tom Riddle banished them before we were all born. Harry’s
been living with them for the past ten years,” Hermione explained quickly. “Ron, we need to get the
villagers rallied up. They could be back any second with the Death Eaters.”

Ron nodded tersely, knowing it wasn’t the best time for questions. He got up from the bed when
Luna spoke.

“Hermione, how lovely to see you,” she said, a familiar dazed look in her eyes.

Hermione stared at her, then at Ron. “Luna, why don’t you stay here?” Ron suggested.

“All right,” Luna agreed dreamily. “Where are you two going?”

“Just downstairs for a little while,” Ron kissed her quickly. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” Luna replied, waving at them as they left. Ron shook his head as he closed the door
behind him and Hermione.

“Is it just me or is she spacier than normal?” Hermione asked as they rushed down several
different hallways. Ron knew of several passages out of the castle that would lead them directly
into the village.

“A little bit,” Ron answered. He loved Luna very much but her dreamy expressions could grate on
his nerves sometimes. “Alright, how many villagers do we need?”

“As many as we can get,” Hermione said determinedly.

*** *** ***

Harry clutched onto the statue as he saw his mother. His heart beat faster as he realised how
wrong he had been to leave her behind. Harry missed her so much in that moment it took all his
willpower to stay behind the statue.

“How dare you speak back to me?” Tom hissed. “I am the king, and I demand respect from ALL my
subjects!”

“I’ve been speaking back to you for years,” Lily replied sarcastically. “And you aren’t half the
king that James was or that Harry would have been!”

“I’m TEN TIMES the king as James was!” Tom snarled, backhanding her so hard she reeled backwards
and fell to the floor.

Harry saw him do this and rage coursed through him, blocking out any fear he had left. He forgot
that he was hiding and he flew from his spot to his mother on the floor.

“James… you’re…. you’re dead!” Tom Riddle saw the black haired figure in front of him and
stepped away.

“James,” Lily looked up disbelievingly at the sight of her long dead husband standing over
her.

“No Mum,” Harry knelt down. “It’s me,”

Lily gasped, seeing her own eyes and the scar on the forehead. “Harry… but… you’re alive?” she
sat up and touched his face.

“I’m here now,” Harry hugged her tightly. “I’m not leaving again, I’m here to stay.”

“Harry!” Tom exclaimed. “What are you doing here, son? Where have you been all these years?”

“Save it.” Harry released his mother and stood up. He was an inch or so taller than the other
man now. “I know what you’ve been doing and what you’re really up to.”

“Why, what do you mean?” Tom asked, feigning innocence.

“You took over my and my father’s role as king. That title is no longer yours,” Harry’s eyes
burned into Tom’s.

“Of course,” Tom bowed his head. “Your majesty…” his voice trailed off as they all heard a
terrific crash and the doors to the castle swung open. Tom took advantage of the distraction to
swing his fist out. It caught Harry on the jaw and he fell onto the ground.

Sirius shot out as many spells as he could while dashing to his godson. “All right Harry?” he
kept his eye on Tom who looked shocked to see him. “Long time no see, Tommy,” he sneered.

“Sirius Black,” Tom snarled. “I should have known you’d be behind this,”

“That’s right,” Sirius replied. “I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you banished Remus
and me from here using James’s name.”

Harry stepped between his godfather and Tom. “Let me handle him,” Harry said.

Sirius clenched his teeth but nodded. Harry pulled out his wand and aimed it at his father’s
mentor’s throat.

Several curses whizzed past Remus as he charged through the open doors to the castle. Hermione,
Ron and most of the villagers were hot on his tail.

Harry was again distracted and Tom once again took the opportunity to catch him in the jaw. This
time instead of staying, he took off for the stairs that would lead him up to the balcony tower. In
a flash, Harry was on his feet and running up after him.

Tom was actually frightened. He thought he’d convinced Harry to leave forever yet here he was.
He looked like James; he looked FAR too much like James. And if he had the same amount of power…
Tom pulled his wand from his robes as he ran.

The two of them burst out onto the balcony tower. The rain was falling quite thickly, leaving
them drenched in seconds.

“This ends here and now,” Harry said darkly.

“You’re quite right,” Tom replied. His back was facing the entrance to the tower so he didn’t
see several of his Death Eaters sneak up.

Harry suddenly had a plan. “I suppose you’ve finally admitted to everyone that you’re the leader
of the Death Eaters and responsible for all those attacks?”

“Death Eaters? I’m not involved with them,” Tom denied quickly. “In fact Harry… if we can simply
work everything out here, I’ll help you catch all of them and punish them accordingly…”

Harry saw with satisfaction the look on Lucius Malfoy’s face. Rage and betrayal crossed over his
features before he turned and muttered something to the two people standing with him.

“I don’t think so, Riddle.” Harry replied. “I don’t believe any of your lies anymore.”

“Lies?” Tom cocked his head. “Lies?”

“Lies,” Harry nodded. “You made me believe for years that it was my fault my father died when
indeed it wasn’t. And as soon as we were out of the way you stepped in to take over the throne.”
The two men began circling one another. “Then you killed Hermione’s parents,” Harry felt the anger
begin to burn inside him again. “And then you decide you want to *marry* her?”

“Well, I see I know where she ran off to,” Tom sneered.

Harry opened his mouth to reply when they heard a sudden crackling. Lightning had hit part of
the roof, shattering the tiles and sending them sliding down. Tom took this moment to lunge at
Harry, who stumbled backwards and over the railing.

Tom caught his arm, grinning maliciously down at him. “Well doesn’t this look familiar,” he said
mockingly. “Oh of course… how could I ever forget,” he leaned down, making Harry slip further. His
hand grabbed for the wet stone railing. “Your father looked exactly like this the moment before he
died.”

Harry glared back up at the older man. “And how would you know that?”

“Because Harry, my dear boy,” Tom leaned down even more. “I killed James.”

It all came rushing back to Harry at that moment. Ten years of guilt, pain and sorrow turned
into a blinding rage. Somehow he managed to grip the railing and fly back up over the top, pinning
Tom Riddle down.

“IT WAS YOU!” He roared. “YOU KILLED MY FATHER! YOU’RE RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL THE SORROW!” he moved
his hand up to Riddle’s neck. “How could you have done this to us? My father TRUSTED you with
everything!” Tom kicked out his knee and caught Harry off guard.

He howled in pain and Tom flipped him over. “I put up with your father and YOU simply to get
what I wanted. And now I shall get rid of you and be the TRUE king forever!”

A sudden shape loomed over them and Tom Riddle flew to the side, clutching his head. Dumbledore
extended a hand to Harry, a long grey staff clutched in his other.

“Thanks,” Harry rubbed his neck. He picked up his wand and pointed it at his enemy. “He did it,”
he said. “I was never responsible for my father’s death.”

“No,” Dumbledore placed a hand on his shoulder. “You weren’t.”

“Did you know all along?” Harry asked.

“No,” Dumbledore turned. “But like I told you. I watch, and I observe. From that I learn.”

Harry smiled and then turned as several people rushed onto the balcony. Hermione threw herself
at him in another bone crushing hug. Harry held her for a moment then pulled away. “Are you all
right?” he touched a cut on her cheek.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Hermione looked near tears. “It was so strange Harry- Lucius, Bellatrix and
Anton Dolohov came rushing downstairs and a minute after that, all the Death Eaters just left. We
came up as soon as we could…”

“I’m fine,” he hugged her again and then his eyes turned to his mother.

“Harry,” Lily whispered.

“Mum,” Harry left Hermione and hugged his mother. “I’ve missed you,” his voice was thick and
muffled, as if he was trying not to cry. “I’m sorry I left Mum…”

Lily burst into tears and held on to her son for dear life. “I don’t care about any of that,”
she sobbed. “You’ve come back!”

Ron arrived up on the balcony at that moment, his eyes disbelieving. “Harry it’s really
you!”

Harry grinned. “Ron!” he came forward and hugged his best friend from childhood. “Where are
Sirius and Remus?”

“Making sure no Death Eaters come back in the castle.” He gave a look of disgust to the fallen
Tom Riddle who was still quite unconscious.

“All this time,” Lily shook her head. “James and I, we had thought they just left and it was
Tom. I should have known it was him.” She looked back up at Harry.

“He killed Dad,” Harry said quietly. “I thought it was me for so long, but it was him.”

Lily placed a comforting arm around him and one around Hermione. “He’s caused us all a lot of
pain, but he can’t do anything anymore.” She hugged both of them to her. “I’m so glad you’re safe
Hermione. Molly and I were so worried when you disappeared.”

“I’m fine,” Hermione replied. “I told Ron to fill you in once all the fuss died down.”

Harry pulled away from his mother as he saw Tom Riddle start to stir. He bent over and picked up
the man’s wand, snapping it in half over his knee.

Tom opened his eyes, the grey sky bright and the rain cold on his face. “Get out,” a voice made
him snap his head to the side. Harry Potter stood over him, throwing the broken remains of his wand
at him.

“I’m not a murderer,” Harry said coldly. “Run away Tom, run away, and don’t ever come back.”

Realising he was completely powerless, Tom did exactly what Harry said. He ran down the stairs,
past Sirius and Remus and out into Diagon Alley. He headed towards Knockturn Alley where he knew
his faithful Death Eaters would be waiting.

“Ah,” he sighed with relief as he came through the secret entrance to one of their hideouts in
Borgin and Burkes. “My friends and faithful followers…”

“Friends?” Lucius raised an eyebrow.

“Followers?” Bellatrix moved aside him.

“You see, we went upstairs in the castle to see if our master needed our assistance,” Anton
Dolohov began.

“And he was saying how he would help capture and punish us accordingly,” Lucius mimicked Tom
Riddle’s panicked tone from earlier.

“I didn’t mean that,” Tom replied. “Honestly, Lucius… you have been my most faithful servant for
years… I was only telling him that to keep him from killing me on the spot.”

“Well,” Bellatrix purred. “You may have prolonged your life, but only for a few extra
moments…”

“No…” Tom shook his head wildly as his three best Death Eaters pulled out their wands and aimed
them directly at his chest. He looked to the others but his eyes were met with unsympathetic
glares. “NO!!!!” his scream echoed down the streets as three death curses shot through his
body.

*** *** ***

The group eventually made their way down from the balcony tower. Harry helped his mother over
several piles of rubble.

“We’ve got quite a cleanup job to do,” Harry looked around at the entry hall.

“With magic it won’t be too bad,” Ron replied.

A rustling was heard in one of the corridors off the main entryway and everyone looked over to
see Pettigrew emerge.

“Your highness!” he cried in shock as he saw Harry. “We all thought you were dead these past
years!” he bowed low at Harry’s feet.

Harry looked at Hermione, then at his mother. Both women wore expressions of disgust. He
remembered what Hermione had said to him before they had separated earlier. “Pettigrew,” he said,
his tone kind as he crouched down.

“Yes my lord?” Pettigrew looked up.

“Through these years I’ve been gone, have you been a good butler to my mother and the rest of
the people living in the castle?” Harry asked in the same kind voice.

“Yes, of course,” Pettigrew bowed his head again.

“Including your former king?” Harry asked coolly.

Pettigrew stared up at him; Harry could see a million lies and excuses swimming behind the man’s
eyes. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, sire…”

“I think you do,” Harry replied evenly. “I don’t think you know anything at all about loyalty.
You’ve been playing both sides far too long.” Pettigrew opened his mouth to say something but Harry
cut him off. “You have exactly one minute to leave this castle, before I do something I’ll
regret.”

Pettigrew let out a whimper as he scrambled to his feet and was out the door in ten seconds
flat.

“How did you know he was with Riddle?” Lily asked softly.

“Hermione told me,” Harry turned towards his betrothed. They smiled at each other. “She’s the
reason I came back… and now we can all start anew… try and put this all behind us and concentrate
on the future.”

“Does this mean I can forget about what I saw Ron and Luna doing in his bedroom when I found him
today?” Hermione asked innocently. Ron glared at her as his mother’s jaw fell open.

“Ronald Weasley!”

**Well there’s the end of that one! There is one more chapter to tie up all loose ends, and
some very nice H/Hr goodness coming your way.**

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9. Chapter 9
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**Hello everyone! Here’s the last chapter of Circle of Life! This has been a great story for me
to write and I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading it.**

**I saw that some of you didn’t care for how I did the last chapter… the truth is, I’m not much
of an action writer, truth be I don’t really like writing those types of scenes, there always feels
to be far too much going on to capture it in words. And I’ve always seen the scene in Lion King as
more of a tense confrontation than a big action scene, so I tried to put that into words
instead.**

**I hope if you were disappointed that this quite fluffy chapter will make up for it. Thanks to
Amynoelle for her brilliant help!**

Harry tossed the eggs around in the skillet as his other hand buttered several stacks of toast.
He wanted to make breakfast for himself and his mother before she woke up.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” a voice made him jump. Lily stood there dressed in a lavender
silk robe, her hair pulled softly off her face.

“Sirius taught me well,” Harry smiled then looked down at the skillet. He felt suddenly shy
although he wanted to talk to her, ask her about things he had done as a little boy and just get to
know her again.

“Can I help?” Lily asked, not taking her eyes off her son. He was so like James in his
mannerisms, except James had had no shy bone in his body, that part came from her.

“No, I’ve got it.” Harry balanced everything as he carried it over to the table. “I was going to
bring this up to you so we could eat together but since you’re down here it doesn’t matter.”

Lily smiled. “I used to bring you down here for breakfast when you were just a baby.”

“Really?” Harry asked. “I wanted to talk to you about that… I mean… what I was like as a
baby.”

“You were a handful, but very sweet.” Lily began to eat her breakfast. “You loved your father,
loved spending time with him.”

“What did we do?” Harry asked.

“Well he’d take you in his study quite often and he would help you practise talking.” Lily said,
a faraway look in her eyes. “It was like the two of you had your own secret thing, just the two of
you and no one else.”

Harry smiled. “I wish I could remember him more.” He stirred his eggs with his fork
thoughtfully. “I mean, I can think of different things he and I did together, like the morning he
took me out to show me everything in the kingdom.”

“That was a big morning for you,” Lily commented. “You got him up at the crack of dawn.” They
both laughed.

“Everything was so different then,” Harry said.

“Yes it was,” Lily agreed.

Harry looked up at his mother. “I’m sorry… sorry that I left you here all alone. I should have
stayed.” He couldn’t shake the guilt even though Hermione had assured him before that it was fine
now.

“Harry, I’m just so glad you’re here,” Lily laid a hand on his. “If it meant you’d have been
killed by Tom Riddle if you stayed, then I’m glad you left.” She sighed. “I’d rather have you here
now than have both you and your father gone forever.”

“Hermione said the same thing,” Harry replied, his face turning slightly red.

“She did?” Lily asked.

“Yeah, sort of,” Harry ran his hand through his hair.

“She’s a smart girl,” Lily smiled at her son’s discomfort. “And she’s grown up to be quite a
beautiful young woman as well. Hermione’s been a real comfort to me.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, she is gorgeous,” he mumbled. “She’s the only girl I’ve ever cared
about.”

“I seem to remember a certain young prince telling his father he didn’t want to marry Hermione,”
Lily teased.

Harry turned an even darker shade of red but he grinned back at his mother. “Yeah, okay… so you
were right and I was wrong,”

“She felt the same way you did at the time,” Lily smiled.

“I told her I wanted to marry her once everything was taken care of,” Harry said.

Lily felt her eyes well up with tears at Harry’s statement. “What’s wrong?” he asked, wondering
what made her cry.

“Nothing,” Lily brushed the tears away with the back of her hand. “It’s just… just so strange to
have you here when I remember you as a young boy. You’re so much like your father; his loyalty and
his love for family.” She sniffed, wiping at her eyes again.

Harry moved over to the chair next to his mother and hugged her. She held him tightly. “Don’t
ever leave again,” she cried.

“I won’t,” Harry said. “I promise.”

*** *** ***

Harry spent the rest of the morning and part of the early afternoon with his mother. He told her
about his time living with Sirius and Remus, who had taken it upon themselves to patrol Diagon
Alley, looking for Tom Riddle or any of the rest of the Death Eaters.

It was odd, really. The Death Eaters, who had struggled for so long to control the kingdom, had
simply up and left. Knockturn Alley was abandoned and the dark shops were already being ripped
apart to make room for new shops to expand Diagon Alley.

Harry could not explain it, nor could Lily or anyone residing in the kingdom. Sirius and Remus
came back at half past noon with the news that there were no traces of any Death Eaters, not even
Lucius, Bellatrix or Anton.

“Tom Riddle must have led them out of here,” Harry replied as the four walked over the
grounds.

“Actually…” Remus looked over at Sirius. “We found something rather uh… interesting in the back
of Borgin and Burke’s.”

“What was it?” Harry asked curiously.

“Well,” Sirius paused a moment. “Tom Riddle… he was back there…”

“And?” Lily pressed.

“He was dead,” Remus fidgeted uncomfortably.

“WHAT?” Harry stopped in his tracks.

“He’s dead.” Sirius replied bluntly. “And I’m not sorry for it one bit. He put people through a
lot of grief and James would still be alive today if it weren’t for him.”

Harry nodded slowly. “You’re right,” he replied.

“You’re also going to have to go down into the village sometime today.” Remus added. “Everyone
wants to see you; a lot of them can hardly believe you’re back.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed. “I’ve got to meet with Ron and Hermione in just a bit, but later this
afternoon I’ll go down there.”

“Why don’t you run on ahead, I’ve got to get busy planning your coronation ceremony,” Lily
said.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked.

“Of course,” Lily replied. “I know you’re dying to see Hermione.” Her tone was teasing.

“Yeah, I just can’t believe my matchmaking finally worked,” Sirius replied, grinning
wickedly.

“Oh Sirius you didn’t match anyone up,” Lily replied. “Harry and Hermione have been betrothed
since they were both a year old.”

Harry laughed at the look on Sirius’s face. “I’ll see you all later,” he kissed his mother on
the cheek and headed off for the gardens, listening to Sirius’s squawks of protest behind him.

He saw Ron and Hermione sitting together on one of the stone benches; Ron was talking
emphatically while Hermione sat back and laughed.

“And after she made me wash all our dishes *by hand*, I had to go to the house down in the
village and scrub the floors, all the *Muggle* way!” Ron was not amused by Hermione’s
merriment at his situation.

“Oh Ron, it just slipped out I’ve told you twenty times that I’m sorry!” Hermione wiped her eyes
and started laughing again.

Harry grinned as he joined the two of them. “I see nothing has changed between you two,” he said
innocently as he draped his arm over Hermione’s shoulders. “Are you still scared of spiders?”

“You know, it’s nice to have you back but only if you’re going to take my side,” Ron
snickered.

Harry looked at Hermione who gave him a pointed glance. “Nooo… sorry Ron, if I go against her
there’s no telling what she’ll turn me into.”

“Bloody coward,” Ron muttered. “You really haven’t changed a bit.”

Harry snorted good naturedly, punching Ron in the shoulder. “Look who’s talking,” he
replied.

“This isn’t quite the reunion I expected between us all,” Hermione interjected.

Harry grinned at Ron before slinging his other arm around his shoulders. “What would you like us
to do? Kiss?” he grinned evilly at her.

“Please no,” Hermione looked ill.

“Gosh Harry, nice as that sounds,” Ron made a face. “I’d rather have Luna do the kissing.” He
stood up. “I’ll see you later at dinner right?”

“Right,” Harry nodded. Ron bid them goodbye and began to walk away. “Hey Ron?”

“Yeah?” He turned back around.

“Don’t get caught this time,” Harry replied, grinning.

Ron made a rude noise but he was grinning as he left.

“Honestly,” Hermione said as she watched Ron walk out of sight. “I’d have thought the two of you
would be happier to see one another again.”

“We are,” Harry assured her. “But we’re males… we don’t hug and jump and cry all over one
another.”

“Well still,” Hermione insisted. “I think that— Harry!” she was cut off as Harry leaned over and
pressed his mouth to hers.

“Sorry,” Harry said when they pulled apart. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.”

“Oh,” Hermione breathed as he kissed her again. “I think I’ve wanted you to do that all day as
well.”

Harry laughed. “Good,” he was cut off by her this time. He wound his arms around her body,
pulling her onto his lap as his tongue swept over her lips to taste her mouth.

“Mmm… Harry…” Hermione pulled away with great difficulty several minutes later. Or was it a half
hour later, Hermione had no clue. She was still on Harry’s lap; her fingers playing with his hair
as they both absently looked over the grounds.

“It all looks the same, but it feels so different being back here,” Harry spoke. “It doesn’t
seem like ten years have passed.”

“I know,” Hermione said. “Just think, in a few days time you’ll officially be king of these
lands.”

“Yeah,” Harry smiled. “Then there will only be one more thing to do.”

“What’s that?” Hermione asked.

“To do what I told you I’d do after everything settled down,” Harry held her tighter.

Hermione sat up straight and looked right at him. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice
quavering.

“I want to make our betrothal official once again.” Harry said, his eyes burning into hers. “I
want to marry you, as soon as possible.”

Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes. “I… I don’t know what to say Harry,” she said.

“Say yes,” Harry cupped her cheek, bringing her towards him again for another kiss.

“Yes!” Hermione cried as they broke apart.

Harry grinned as he took up her hand in his. “Well it’s not an official proposal until I get you
a ring,” he kissed her fingers. “Come on, it’s time I showed my face down there in the village
anyhow.”

“All right,” Hermione agreed, kissing him again as he helped her up. They left the castle
grounds and walked down the road through the village. Harry was forced to stop and talk with
several people, who were all extremely happy to see their prince safe and sound.

Several of the villagers asked where he had been, a few in a somewhat accusatory tone. Harry
explained his story and it seemed to settle down a number of them, and he also promised things were
going to change.

The villagers also of course knew Hermione and with smiles and a few reassuring words, they left
the townspeople feeling quite satisfied.

“All right,” Harry pushed his hand through his hair. “I’m glad that part is over and done
with.”

Hermione laughed softly. “You’d better get used to that sort of thing; you’ll be appealing to
the village quite often as king.”

“Are you sure I can’t get you to do that for me?” Harry asked jokingly as he led her into the
jeweller’s.

“Perhaps,” Hermione smiled.

“All right,” he put his hands on her shoulders. “You’re going to stay up here while I get a ring
for you.”

“I can’t pick out my own ring?” Hermione teased.

“No,” Harry replied.

“Fine,” Hermione pretended to pout as Harry went and spoke to the elderly jeweller, who,
needless to say, was extremely excited about having royalty in his shoppe.

“I sold your father your mother’s ring,” he said, producing several small boxes from under the
counter. The old man opened one of the boxes and Harry took it, holding it up so the light would
catch it.

It looked much like his mother’s ring did; a diamond in the centre but instead of being
surrounded by rubies, there were four sapphires at each point.

“I’ll take it,” Harry closed the box, knowing he didn’t even need to look at any other rings. He
paid the man in gold and took the box, grabbing Hermione’s arm. He couldn’t keep the large smile
off his face and only laughed at her questions. He dragged her up to the castle and back into the
gardens.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked.

Harry got down on one knee. “Proposing the right way,” he said. “I don’t fancy doing it in front
of the whole village.”

Hermione laughed. “You already know my answer,” she said, sitting on the bench.

“Aye, that’s true,” Harry said, getting off his knee. He gave her the box and watched her eyes
grow wide as she opened it.

“Oh Harry,” Hermione breathed as the diamond caught the sunlight.

“I love you,” Harry said as he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. “After
everything that’s happened I want to try and make you as happy as I possibly can.”

“You already have,” Hermione leaned over and kissed him hard.

*** *** ***

Lily leaned over and straightened the heavy scarlet and gold velvet robes that hung over her
son’s shoulders. “Perfect,” she said. “Now, your hair…”

“Mum my hair has never looked neat,” Harry pointed out.

“True,” Lily smiled. “Just like James’s.” she began to fuss with his ebony strands anyway.

“Mum!” Harry pulled her hands away. “Trust me it’s as neat as it’s going to get.”

“All right,” Lily sighed. “I can’t help but fuss over you Harry.”

“I know,” Harry grinned. “It’s all right I don’t mind that much.”

Lily shook her head but she was smiling. “You look so handsome,” she said.

“Thanks,” He ruffled his hair back up. “Where are Ron and Hermione?”

“They’re coming,” Lily said. “Ron was getting Luna from the village and Hermione was waiting for
them.”

Harry was happy that his friends were accompanying him to the balcony where Dumbledore was to
officially crown him King. It was making him nervous; the thoughts of standing up there in front of
the entire village.

“After today we must finish planning your wedding,” Lily’s voice broke him from his thoughts.
“We’ve gotten Hermione her dress, it’s being altered, and I need to get you some dress robes. She
wanted to wear a dress like her mother wore; I’ll make sure your robes fit with it.”

Harry stayed silent and let his mother carry on about his wedding. He was still in a bit of
shock; that he was actually going to be marrying Hermione soon. He was going to be someone’s
husband and a king.

“Harry?” Lily asked. “Are you all right love?”

“I’m fine,” Harry shook his head.

“You’re nervous,” Lily replied. “It’s all right; James was the same way during his coronation.”
She finished fussing over Harry. “I think you’ll make a good king, just like him.”

“Thanks Mum,” Harry replied as Hermione, Ron and Luna arrived in the room.

Luna curtseyed at the sight of Harry, and Ron rolled his eyes while Hermione stifled a giggle.
“Luna, you don’t have to curtsey to him like that.” He hissed.

“I just want to pay him the proper respect,” Luna replied in her dreamy tone.

Harry grinned at his best friend. “Oh come now Ron, it’s nice to have people pay me the proper
respect. After all you’ll be bowing to me before the night is over.”

Ron opened his mouth and everyone started laughing. “All right you two,” Hermione’s eyes were
twinkling. “We need to get Harry upstairs, Dumbledore is waiting.”

Harry left, Hermione on his right and his mother on his left. The five of them went upstairs and
Dumbledore, along with Sirius and Remus were standing near the entrance to the balcony.

“You clean up well Harry,” Sirius said jovially. He wore brand new (black of course) robes and
Remus had new navy blue ones. He smiled proudly at Harry.

“Better than Sirius, at any rate.” Remus joked and Harry grinned.

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed but he was grinning as well. Dumbledore stepped forward and Harry let go
of his mother and Hermione.

“Are you ready?” he asked the young man. Harry nodded; the butterflies fluttering around in his
stomach seemed to multiply.

“Here, I’ll walk out with you,” Hermione took his arm again. He looked down at her in relief,
liking the way her engagement diamond sparkled even though they weren’t outside yet.

“Thanks,” Harry said. Dumbledore smiled at him before going out onto the balcony.

“Thank you all for being here today,” Dumbledore began, his voice magically magnified. “I
remember a day much like this one sixteen years ago, when Harry Potter was only a year old. I
showed him to his future kingdom, yet little did we know that only several years later, tragedy
would befall him.

“However, he has returned to you, ready and willing to become a king and to make this village
happy once again.” Dumbledore smiled and everyone cheered. “And without further ado, here is your
future king Harry and future queen Hermione!”

Harry and Hermione stepped out onto the balcony, blinking in the bright sunlight before waving
to the crowd. Lily, Ron, Luna, Sirius and Remus came out a moment later as Hermione strayed back by
Lily’s side.

Dumbledore read Harry his oath to take as a king and Harry repeated it dutifully before
Dumbledore set the golden crown atop his messy raven hair. Everyone down in the village erupted in
enthusiastic applause.

“Thank you!” Harry called, his voice magnified like Dumbledore’s. “I thank you very much for
coming here today. As your king I promise that times will be better than they have been these past
ten years. To help me in that matter, I am appointing Sir Sirius Black and Sir Remus Lupin as my
royal advisors.”

The two older men looked shocked as Harry beckoned them forwards.

“Harry are you sure about this?” Sirius asked.

“No,” Harry replied, demagnifying his voice for a moment. “But I’m grateful for all the two of
you have done for me over the past ten years and I want to repay you somehow.”

Sirius grinned at him, as well as Remus. He felt a father’s pride deep inside him as the three
men hugged.

It wasn’t long before the coronation ended; Harry was extremely relieved about that. Sirius,
Remus and Lily left Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna to themselves while Dumbledore bid them
goodbye.

“Until the wedding of course?” Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Of course,” Harry echoed. The old man winked and was gone. He turned to Hermione and slid an
arm around her waist.

“I’m so glad that’s over,” he sighed into her hair.

“I know,” Hermione replied. “And now we just have the wedding.”

Harry pulled back and grinned at her. “Just the wedding,” he echoed, kissing her softly.

“Wait that reminds me—“ Hermione pulled her lips away. “The seamstress is coming to fit your
dress robes,” she tugged on his hand.

“What?” Harry allowed himself to be pulled away. She yanked him into a room where a middle aged
woman was waiting.

“Your highness,” she bowed her head respectfully. Harry greeted her then looked at Hermione who
was sitting on a bench near the corner of the room.

“What can I do for you?” Harry asked.

“I’m here to fit you,” the woman replied. “My name is Madam Malkin, and I run a robe shoppe in
the village.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Harry replied cordially. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just stand right here,” Madam Malkin said and suddenly three tape measures were flying towards
him, stretching every which way to measure his height, his torso, his waist… Harry was seeing
double by the time the woman had all his measurements marked down.

“And what colour?” she asked pleasantly. Harry opened his mouth to say blue when Hermione spoke
up.

“Black please, and two sets.” She interjected. Harry turned to look at her as Madam Malkin bid
them goodbye and left.

“I wanted blue,” Harry said.

“Well black will go better with my dress,” Hermione replied. “Besides, Muggle men wear black
suits not blue ones.”

Harry’s jaw fell open. “You… “ He sighed and smiled at her. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” Hermione kissed him soundly on the lips. “Your mum and I will take care of all the
wedding plans. You have plenty of other duties.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” Harry said a bit sarcastically but he grinned at her. “I’d better see
where Remus and Sirius went off to.”

“All right,” Hermione replied. “I’ll see you at supper.”

*** *** ***

The weeks passed by swiftly. Harry, along with Sirius and Remus, were quickly learning the ways
of the kingdom. Hermione and Lily spent their waking hours planning every last detail of the
wedding.

Hermione grew more and more excited when her wedding day finally arrived. Her dress had been
finished and it looked almost exactly like her mother’s had from the picture Hermione had of their
wedding.

She wished so much her mum and dad and James could have been there for the ceremony. At least
Ron and Molly would be there along with the rest of the Weasley family, including Luna.

It would be a nice private ceremony, which is what both she and Harry wanted. Even with his
duties as the new king, he made sure to spend some time with her every day even if it was only a
walk over the grounds after supper.

She went down into the main entry hall where Lily was with several villagers who had brought up
flowers. The ceremony was to take place late that afternoon right there and it was already
beautifully decorated.

“Hermione!” Lily had spotted her. “Why aren’t you in your room getting ready?”

“I was,” Hermione replied. “But I’m just so restless today… I can’t just sit in my room
anymore.”

“Well that’s right where you’re going, Harry’s been wandering the castle as well and I don’t
want you two seeing one another until you’re walking towards him down the aisle.” Lily put her
hands on the young woman’s shoulders.

“All right,” Hermione turned. “Come and help me get dressed in a little while.”

“I’ll bring you something to eat,” Lily said as she turned back to the villagers.

Hermione retraced her steps back to her rooms, closing the door firmly behind her. She was
absolutely dying to see Harry, even if it was just for a quick kiss.

“Well tonight you’ll do more than just kiss,” Hermione said to herself as she drew a bath. She
was excited and nervous about their wedding night, more so than the ceremony itself. Hermione
wanted to be good for Harry.

Meanwhile, Harry was pacing back and forth in his room, after his mother sent him away for the
fourth time. Ron was already dressed in his navy blue robes.

“Any chance I can get you to change robes with me?” Harry asked.

“No way,” Ron chuckled. “Even if you don’t remember Hermione’s little revenges when we were kids
I do. The spiders particularly…” he shuddered. “Sorry mate, you’re stuck with those.”

Harry glared at him. “Thanks a lot.”

“Sure,” Ron leaned back. “This is boring, we’re already dressed and we have to wait in here so
you won’t see Hermione.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re right.” He got up, brushing off the front of his black robes.
“Let’s go to the gardens or something until it’s time.”

“All right,” Ron agreed. The two men slipped through the castle and out the back.

“Much nicer than that room,” Harry let the sun warm his face. “I can’t believe in a few hours
I’ll be married.”

“You make that sound like a death sentence,” Ron observed dryly.

“I do?” Harry asked. “I don’t mean it to. I’ve been in love with Hermione… for a very long time.
And I’ve been thinking of this day for most of my life.”

“Really?” Ron asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered. “When I saw her standing there in front of me at Sirius and Remus’s
place… at first I seriously thought it was a dream or a vision.”

“What made you figure out it was her?” Ron asked, pulling a loose thread from his robes.

“She bloody knocked me over in the dirt,” Harry laughed.

“That sounds like Hermione,” Ron snorted.

Harry smiled as he sat back again. They sat out together in silence for quite awhile before they
heard Lily calling them in.

“Harry, we’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Lily chastised gently. She looked stunning in
her green robes. “Ron, Hermione needs to talk to you before the ceremony begins. She’s in the
receiving room just off the main entry hall.”

“Okay,” Ron grinned at Harry before loping off towards the castle. Harry looked back at his
mother.

“What were you doing out here?” Lily asked.

“Just came out for some air,” Harry replied.

“Are you all right?” Lily asked.

“Yeah, just nervous,” Harry answered. “I mean, I’m about to become Hermione’s husband.” He
mussed his hair. “It almost feels like a bigger responsibility than being king.”

Lily laughed softly before linking her arm through Harry’s. “You’ll do just fine. Hermione is
just as nervous and excited as you are.”

“She is?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Lily replied. “I’ve already had to send her back to her room before I got over there to
help her get dressed.”

“How does she look?” Harry was curious.

“Stunning,” Lily answered. “And if you’ll just go in there, you can see her in a few
minutes.”

Meanwhile, Ron made his way to Hermione’s room, knocking politely before entering. “Wow,” he
said, his eyes wide as he saw his best friend. “You look amazing Hermione!”

“Hi,” Hermione said and turned a slight shade of pink. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad
yourself.”

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I just… have a little favour to ask of you.”

“What’s that?” Ron offered her his arm.

“Well,” He and Hermione left the room and started down the corridor. “I was hoping, since my
father isn’t here and neither is James… that you’d walk me down the aisle.”

Ron stopped in his tracks. “You want me to walk you down the aisle?” he wasn’t sure he’d heard
correctly.

“Yes,” Hermione answered. “I mean… you’ve been my best friend and the closest thing to a brother
I’ve ever had. It would really mean so much to me if you would do this.”

“I… I’d love to, Hermione.” Ron said. Hermione hugged him tightly as she tried not to cry.

“Thanks,” she patted under her eyes, trying not to ruin her makeup job. “All right, I’m ready.
How’s Harry?”

“Dying to see you,” Ron replied as they came into the room off the entry hall. “Alright, you
wait here and I’ll see what’s going on.”

“Okay,” Hermione smiled at him as he left. Ron saw his best friend walk in with his mother.

“Hermione’s in there,” Ron nodded his head towards the room. The rest of his family was sitting
in the chairs provided… they were the only guests along with Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore, who was
officiating the ceremony.

“Okay,” Harry wiped his sweaty palms off on his robes and went towards the front of the room
where Dumbledore smiled at him. Lily sat down next to Molly as Ron disappeared into a room just off
the side and came back out a moment later with Hermione.

Harry felt his stomach drop out his feet and continue down somewhere underground. As his mother
had said, she looked stunning in her simple white dress with her hair falling down her back in
curls and a white blooming flower tucked behind one ear.

She smiled radiantly as soon as she saw him, Ron grinning the whole way down the aisle. As they
reached the front, Hermione turned and whispered something in Ron’s ear and he hugged her before
sitting down next to his sister.

Hermione took Harry’s arm as he stared down at her. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” she whispered back. Dumbledore smiled at the both of them before starting the
ceremony. It was a daze for them until Dumbledore looked at them expectantly.

“Oh,” Harry shook his head and reached into his pocket for the rings. He slipped Hermione’s onto
her finger on top of her engagement ring. “With this ring, I thee wed,” he said softly.

Hermione’s eyes glazed over, but she took Harry’s ring and put it on him, repeating the same
vows. Harry gave her a crooked grin and she smiled back, letting out a breath she hadn’t even
realised she was holding.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, King and Queen of Gryffindor,” Dumbledore announced.

Harry hardly gave him a chance to finish before pulling Hermione into his arms and kissing her
hard. Hermione laughed around his mouth as she wound her arms around his neck, holding their kiss
for an extra few seconds.

Lily and Molly were both near sobbing happily as the newlywed couple broke apart. Ron was
grinning madly and Ginny was touching her handkerchief to her eye. Fred and George were smirking at
Harry and Arthur was decidedly holding them back from playing any jokes on the new King.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” Hermione whispered to Harry who was still holding her
close.

“I know,” Harry replied, touching his forehead to hers. “It seems such a short time ago we
learned we were betrothed.”

Hermione giggled and kissed him lightly.

*** *** ***

Later that evening, Harry and Hermione were finally able to retire. Lily had given them a suite
of rooms in a wing of the house that hadn’t been used for years. It had been cleaned out and
redecorated in bright colours that Hermione loved.

Harry fell onto the bed in exhaustion, Hermione climbing in next to him. “That feels good,” he
moaned as she began to rake her fingers through his hair.

“I hope you’re not *too* tired,” Hermione remarked. Harry opened his eyes and looked up at
her.

“For that? Of course I’m not too tired,” Harry grinned.

Hermione rolled her eyes and slid down next to him. “I love you,” she said quietly. “Everything
that’s happened today was like a dream I’ve had since you left.”

Harry smiled before pulling her on top of him. She had changed into a nightgown while he had
tossed his dress robes in the corner. After he pulled off his shirt Hermione had sneaked up behind
him and it led to where they were now.

“Mmm…” Hermione murmured as he pulled her head down for a kiss.

*** *** ***

Hermione sleepily opened her eyes, stretching her arms over her head before resting them on top
of the covers.

It had been two years since Harry had returned to Diagon Alley and become King, almost two years
since they had been married, and one year since they’d become parents.

Prince James Daniel Potter had been born to her and Harry about fourteen months after they had
gotten married. He was a delightful baby and Hermione loved what a wonderful father he was to their
son.

“What are you thinking about?” a mischievous voice asked in her ear. Hermione turned to see a
pair of green eyes and a large smile.

“Nothing,” she answered, kissing her husband chastely on the mouth. “We’ve got quite a day ahead
of us.”

“That we do,” Harry answered. “But I think I’m allowed just a few more minutes with you before
it all starts.”

‘I’m not going to argue with that,” Hermione laughed as Harry growled playfully.

An hour later they were up and in the kitchen, Lily assuming her role of grandmother as she fed
little James his breakfast.

“He eats just like you did,” Lily commented as James spat out his mouthful of oatmeal.

“Maybe he just doesn’t like oatmeal,” Harry grinned. “I know I sure didn’t.”

Lily gave him an evil glare but then smiled. “All right then… I’ll feed him something else.”

“I can’t get it,” Harry replied. “I know you want to get ready for James’s showing later.”

“Yes I do, and I have a few last minute arrangements to make,” Lily replied. “I’ll see you two
later.” She left in a flurry of robes.

Harry grinned at Hermione, who had finished slicing some fruit for James. “I knew it was wise to
let her do all the planning,” he said, taking the plate from his wife.

He fed his son small pieces of seedless watermelon. “I can’t believe how big he’s getting,”
Harry said as James chewed and grinned at his parents.

“I know,” Hermione sighed, sitting on Harry’s lap. Her arm went around his shoulders as she
kissed the top of his head. James kicked his little legs and squealed loudly, making his mum and
dad laugh.

“All right you, up for a bath.” Harry swung his son high in the air. “I’ll bring him to you once
we’re finished so I can get ready.”

“Sounds good,” Hermione kissed her son and then her husband, and then watched as they left.

Harry shook his head as James splashed around in the water. “You’re going to be a troublemaker
when you get older, I can tell.” He laughed as a wave of water flew at him. James had his green
eyes but the hair that had grown in was unmistakeably from Hermione. James also had Hermione’s
smile, which Harry loved to see.

He finished James’s bath, then brought him into the bedroom. Harry opened a drawer and from the
bottom pulled out some tiny scarlet and gold robes. Lily had given them to him after James had been
born.

“Those were yours, you wore them on the day we showed you to the kingdom for the first time,”
Lily had said, touching the robes fondly. “James should wear them when you decide to let everyone
see him.”

Harry remembered that as he carefully dressed James, who cooed and giggled at him the entire
time. He brought his baby over to the mirror and laughed as James clapped at his reflection.
“That’s right, you’re a handsome boy. Much like your old dad,” Harry said proudly.

“Are you giving him an ego already?” A fully dressed Hermione was standing in the doorway,
shaking her head. Harry grinned at her as he held up James who shrieked in delight at the sight of
his mother.

“Oh you *are* a handsome boy,” Hermione took him from Harry and kissed his pink face
repeatedly. “Your mother has everything ready, and the villagers are gathering by the balcony.
Dumbledore just arrived as well.”

“Guess I should get myself dressed.” Harry gave James a kiss on the forehead and then planted
one on Hermione. “I’ll meet you by the tower.”

James looked adoringly at Hermione as she smoothed down his robes. Sometimes, even after a year,
she couldn’t believe she was a mother. Harry was the same way; she often caught him looking at
James like he couldn’t believe a part of the two of them was sitting in front of him.

“Well, it’s not time for Mummy to sit up here and daydream,” Hermione snapped out of her
thoughts as James gurgled at her. She carried him into the entry hall by the door to the tower
balcony where Lily, Ron, Luna and Dumbledore were standing.

“Those robes fit him perfectly!” Lily was thrilled as she smiled in delight at her
grandchild.

“Are those Harry’s?” Ron asked, stifling a laugh. He reached for James who left Hermione’s arms
willingly for his godfather. Ron loved the little guy like a son and spent many hours with the tyke
while Harry and Hermione were busy with their royal duties. “They probably look better on James.”
He laughed.

“Thanks a lot Ron,” Harry had joined them, adjusting his crown atop his messy hair. “Did I
forget to mention James has a new interest in *spiders* lately?”

“Ha Ha.” Ron said flatly, handing the baby back to Harry. “So funny, really.”

“Thanks,” Harry grinned while Hermione rolled her eyes. “Come on boys, Sirius and Remus are
waiting for us upstairs at the balcony. The whole village is crowded outside.”

The group rushed up the stairs to the royal advisors. “About time,” Sirius said. “We thought we
were going to have to tell everyone the showing has been cancelled.”

“No, we’re here.” Harry gave Sirius a look. “Is everyone out there?”

“Yes, and then some,” Remus replied. Harry handed James over to Dumbledore before taking
Hermione’s hand and stepping outside onto the balcony.

A great cheer rose from the crowd beneath them as the king and queen waved. Harry heard Ron and
Luna step out near the wall as Lily, now the Queen Mum, came up beside them. And last, Dumbledore
walked out, holding the baby up in front of him.

“I’m honoured to present the citizens of the kingdom of Gryffindor to their future king,”
Dumbledore said, his voice being heard in all corners. “Prince James Daniel Potter, future King of
Gryffindor!” he raised the baby high over his head and the crowd exploded into thunderous
applause.

Harry grinned widely and squeezed Hermione’s hand as the villagers below applauded and cheered.
This time there would be no Tom Riddle to chase his son away. James would have two parents, and
extended family who loved him every minute of his life.

‘*This was it*,’ Harry realised. His life had truly come full circle.

**A/N: Well that’s it for Circle of Life! Thanks to ALL of you who took the time to review my
chapters, your comments and constructive criticisms really mean a lot to me!**

**I will be doing the epilogue to the RTM series plus the final chapter of Bridge to Caliadrien
soon, plus I’m going to start a new story with another quite popular author on here ;) That should
be up soon as well.**

**Thanks for reading!**