The summer before their sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry is the only one who can help Hermione with a problem that involves them both. It's more life altering than a day with Lord Voldemort. This is set about three years after the events in the Chamber of Secrets.
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~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: During a summer
break from Hogwarts, Harry is the only one who can help Hermoine. Set 3 years
after the events in ' The Chamber of Secrets'.
Disclaimer: I own nothing,
away with your wands!
A/N: Cut me some slack, I don't know too much about
Harry Potter
Chapter One- Summer
Vacation
Ah, summer. While those three months of relief
are overwhelming to most teenagers, Harry Potter was not a normal teenager.
Sure, his aunt and uncle were no longer a problem, his cousin wouldn't go within
ten feet of him. He practiced magic, but he was the only one. Hogwarts was his
home, this was temporary.
Ron was to spend the vacation in
Romania with his brother and parents, so he wouldn't see him until September,
when the next semester was to begin. But Hermoine was at home, far away, yet
there was the internet. Both were online as much as possible, and he missed her,
a lot.
One lazy Saturday in early July, Harry was reading a spell boo,
sprawled across his bed in his room that was not in the cupboard under the
stairs. A ring tuned from his computer, telling him she had logged on under her
screen name.
Wizard163: hey, I lit the neighbors car on fire, luckily he
ran into the pool
MagicTips: I have such a huge problem, oh my
god, you have to help me Harry!
Wizard163: alright, what's
wrong?
He sensed her emotion.
MagicTips: I'm coming to see you
Harry, I have to see you!
Wizard163: okay, okay, what's going
on?
He furiously hit each letter. Excited she was coming, worried
why.
MagicTips: Please! Meet me at the bus station at 11,
please!
He didn't know what else to do.
Wizard163: are you
sure?
MagicTips: yes, you're the only one I can talk to right
now
Wizard163: alright, I'll be there
And she logged
off.
It took half an hour to walk to the city bus
station. Harry snuck out the back door at precisely ten twenty-nine, taking the
car would wake his aunt and uncle, and if he were to not return alone, it just
wouldn't work. He walked very fast to his destination. For July, it was rather
cold out.
Since the growth spur the summer before, he wouldn't have
trouble finding her. No one's face getting off the bus rang a bell in his mind.
Then he saw her, Hermoine, her face drained down her tear stained cheeks. The
shirt and jeans she wore were wrinkled and torn. Harry froze, he did not want to
believe it was really her. But she stood right in front of him.
"
Hermoine, what happened to you?".
Her lip began to tremble, " my
parents threw me out, I didn't have the chance to bring anything with
me".
" It's okay" he spoke softly. She looked down, he brought his hand
to gently tracing her jaw line, getting her to lift her neck to gaze at him. "
What happened?".
" They got bad" she took a deep breath, " they
got really mad, when I-I told them".
Harry kept watching her, " when you
told them what?".
Hermoine looked down again, " when I told them
I was pregnant".
_Srry- it's short, but at least
it gets the plot going. Let me know what you think
~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Two- No More
Tears
Harry froze, his mind went blank, he could
only focus on her, but without recognizing her. Hermoine watched him closely,
not knowing what he was thinking. Frankly, it was scaring her.
" Harry,
say something" the tears were unbearable.
His hands were shaking, and he
didn't want her to feel it. Harry strained the feeling, wrapping his arms around
her back, pulling her closer. " I started feeling sick at the end of last
semester, and ignored it. My mum took me to the doctors two months after missing
my.".
" I-I know" he finished for her. Even after four years of spending
time at Hogwarts around only boys, she was still uncomfortable about mentioning
femine things around them, at least being calm. Harry removed the light jacket
he wore, wrapping it around Hermoine's shoulders, " come on, let's get you home,
or at least, back to my house" he offered his hand to her. After she accepted,
the two began to walk away from the crowds at the bus stop.
" The
screaming went on for hours, eventually, they went around in circles and started
repeating themselves. I had little money left over from my birthday, I used it
all to get here".
Harry still held her hand down the dark London streets,
" I'm glad you did" he paused, venturing to ask and actually know something
about the female body, " when are you suppose.to have the baby?".
Even in
a state of depression, Hermoine still had her spunky attitude, " it's called a
due date Harry".
" Right" he joked, " when's your due date?".
"
Another six months" she sighed, " in January".
He paused, " we'll be at
school".
She laughed, " I've been taken off the acceptance list, forever,
my parents will no longer pay the tuition".
" Maybe there's another
way".
" While I'm pregnant?" Hermoine mocked an eyebrow.
Harry
shrugged, " I don't know much about this kind of thing".
" It's all new
to me too".
He looked down at her, " you won't have to be alone, you're
staying with me" while he was commanding, she still had the option of
objection.
" What about your aunt and uncle? And your cousin?".
He
looked ahead of them, " okay, so we'll have to keep it a secret, but they work
all day, and Dudley goes to some fat camp, and trust me, he would not tell if he
were to find out".
Hermoine looked up at him again, " what about in
September?".
Harry paused, hesitating, not knowing a good enough answer,
or an explanation to go with it. " We'll cross that bridge when we get to
it".
No lights were on in the house when they arrived, no one
knew he had left. Signaling that no sound could be made, Harry led Hermoine
through the dark kitchen and into the hallway. She couldn't help noticing the
small cupboard under the stairs, the prison he once occupied. Both let out a
sigh of relief when entering Harry's room and he had closed the door.
"
I'm use to sneaking around in the dark with you" Hermoine smiled, " except
there's no Fluffy" she referred to the nightly quests at Hogwarts.
" Only
Dudley" Harry commented.
Hermoine giggled, " thank you" she stopped
suddenly.
Harry looked at her before walking into his closet, " you're
welcome". He disappeared for a moment. She glared around the room at every
detail.
He emerged with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, just as she
noticed a picture frame on the wall near the door. " Is that your
parents?".
Harry did not need to see the smiling couple, " yes, it was
taken on their honeymoon, at least, that's what I'm told" he handed over the
clothing articles.
Hermoine took them, though still studied the picture,
" you look like your mum".
He smiled, " everyone says that. Apparently, a
child obtains it's physical features from the parent of the opposite gender".
Then, he realized it was a rather sensitive subject, in which he quickly
changed. " Um, I'll leave so you can change".
She watched him leave, "
thanks" whispering.
Harry took a few small steps in the hallway, then
bolted to the bathroom, managing to slam the door and flick the light switch.
Coughing downward into the toilet, he couldn't think straight. Twenty-four
hours, he would be doing something as simple as reading, or playing on the
computer. He rested his forehead on the rim, knowing he had to pull himself
together, for Hermoine. She had been through and would be going through worse
things, vomiting included.
After rinsing his mouth, he went back to the
room. Harry began to say something to Hermoine, then turned around, she was
asleep, laying on the bed. He turned off the lamp, then carefully slid onto the
other side of the bed. Now it was too hot for any blankets.
" Harry" her
voice was clear.
" Yeah?".
She lifted herself off the mattress,
sensing where he was, placing his lips upon his, then laying back on her side, "
good night".
He paused, " good night".
Hours later, Hermoine was
asleep, Harry wasn't. he placed a hand on her lower stomach, nothing happened,
not yet anyways, but he could feel her breathe. Throughout the night, Harry did
not ask her about the baby's father. Already knowing that it was
him.
~ Should I continue?~
~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: This is the flashback chapter,
basically telling where this all started, the previous semester at
Hogwarts.
Responses to Reviews:
Mystic Gohan- Hermoine is
fifteen years old and she's pregnant, no teenagers parents would be exactly
thrilled. Maybe not to the point of literally throwing her out of her home, but
it's only for the plot so she would be with Harry.
Lord Marix- Thank you,
I didn't know my anonymous review blocker was on, it's off now. As for when the
story takes place, I added that Harry can drive (not like the car in Chamber of
Secrets, this one stays on the ground) but never really specified. Though in the
first chapter, I mentioned it was three years after the events in the Chamber of
Secrets. They were about 12 there, making them 15 now. But Harry's birthday is
in the summer so he'd be just turned 16, and Hermoine maybe 15. Therefore, the
following September would be their.(I'm thinking here) sixth year at
Hogwarts.
Now, onto the next chapter
Chapter Three- The
Diary
" That's cheating you idiot! You cannot move you're
king there!" Ron cried. During yet another game of chests, regular chess that
is, Harry was the lasting champion, nothing new, but the opponent still tried to
find an excuse.
And it never worked, " yes I can, it's the winning move,
cheating to you is when I kick your helpless butt". Hermoine, the only spectator
in the grand hall, giggled at Harry's comment.
Ron stumped over his arm,
" that's why you cheat a lot" he sighed.
Harry looked over at Hermoine, "
care to play?".
" No" she smiled, " I can tell you right now I'd loose"
she glared at Ron, " I have no problem admitting it either". Harry looked at
Ron, a look only seen when Hermoine made such a comment, which was very common.
" I'm going to bed". She stood from the bench and walked out of the
room.
The boys watched her, " bloody hell" Ron commented, a famous one
for him, " you'd think after five years, I'd be use to her".
Harry
shrugged, " it's not hard, it's not like she's going to change her personality
for you". Ron turned from watching Hermoine leave to a sly evil grin towards
him. " What?".
Ron kept smiling, " you like Hermoine".
" What?!"
his voice jumped, and he already gone through puberty. But his best friend had
hit a sore spot in his own mind, " where did that come from?".
" A
thought I had, and has for quiet sometime. I believe, what a coincidence" he
sarcastically said, " five years" .
Harry tried to find an appropriate
objection, " I think you're the one who loves her" that was not it.
"
Love?" Ron raised an eyebrow at the change in vocabulary, " even if I did love
herm it wouldn't matter, because she does not love me in return. You, on the
other hand".
Harry dropped every chess piece he had been holding back to
the board, ignoring the clutter sounds. He was shocked, defiantly, even though
Ron already knew it, Harry tried to hide it. " We're a little too old for this
Ron, Hermoine does not love me, or whatever you may want to call
it".
While he continued with the chess pieces, Tom removed a tan leather
book from the school bag he had. Harry only noticed when he began to read. "
April fifteenth, it's been so long, I cannot count the days anymore. My feelings
are locked away, and yet, I'm too ashamed to admit them. He may not understand,
he may laugh, he may not feel the same in return".
" What the hell is
that?" Harry studied the open book Ron was reading from.
Ron's blissful
grin intimidated him, " Hermoine's diary, I found it".
" You moron!" he
reached across the table, snatching it away, the closing it while sitting down
again, " this isn't yours, it's none of your business, and you had no right to
take it!".
Ron kept the grin, " you're a little jumpy".
" She does
not mention my name or any name".
" Yeah, but we're the only guys she's
ever around, and it's clearly not me".
" Even if it was me" Harry lowered
his voice before speaking again, " if it's in here, it was because she does not
want anyone else to know". He got up from the table, holding the diary.
"
Where are you going?" Ron asked, seeing Harry was about to walk away.
"
To give this back to her".
" She'll kill you if she sees you have it!"
Ron exclaimed.
" Not if I tell her I found it under your
bed".
Hermoine opened the door to her dorm room, in her pajamas,
but no sign of her being asleep. But she looked very happy to see Harry,
greeting him with a warm smile.
" I didn't wake you, did I?".
She
shook her head, " no, no, I was just looking for something".
He held up
her diary so she could see, " by any chance, this?".
Hermoine's eyes grew
wider, her jaw fell, " wh-where did you find that?".
" Ron had it, I
don't know how he found it" Harry spoke quickly before she could mentally accuse
him.
Then she seemed a little sad, " did he read it?".
Over time,
Harry discovered that he could never lie to Hermoine, he did not have the will
power, even a little white lie, in such a situation, " yes" he paused, " but I
wasn't paying attention, I was putting the game away. I didn't really hear"
okay, he could lie through part of it.
She looked slightly relieved,
though angry, at least it was only at Ron. He watched. " Come in" Hermoine
grabbed his wrist and shut the door before he could react.
Harry handed
her the diary, she took it and threw it across the room. He watched it and began
to think maybe she really was mad at him. Hermoine pressed her lips against his
with a strong force, indication, that she wasn't. It took him by surprise, one
he didn't mind the smallest bit. Pressing her body up to his, they stumbled into
the wall.
After another moment, she backed away slowly, Harry remained
against the wall, still in shock. Hermoine giggled, " what a shame, you get
scared from one kiss" she was purposely teasing him because of that. While Harry
did have detailed dreams about her then woke in a cold sweat, Ron often
overheard them, Hermoine did not know of them, it's almost like she was reading
his mind. He wouldn't doubt if that were the issue.
" Hermoine" her name
rang in his throat.
She turned as he moved away from the wall. Slowly,
Harry closed the space between them. Hermoine didn't dare any movement, her legs
froze, her breaths became faster, and he hadn't done anything. Yet.
Harry
traced her jaw line, gently. She froze completely as he leaned close to her,
placing his lips upon hers, softer, compared to her attack. Willingly, she
allowed her mouth to open slightly, enough for his tongue to slip through. Weird
shocks ran up her spine when one hand went to her waist, the other stayed at her
chin. Hermoine eagerly kissed him back, making it deeper, wrapping her arms
around his neck so they'd be closer. Harry moved the hand on her cheek to join
the hand on her hip, both guiding the other backwards. When her leg hit the bed
frame, they broke the kiss. Looking into each others gaze, knowing it was the
last chance to stop, or keep what was already there. Both were panting, Hermoine
gave a small nod, Harry slowly laid her down onto the comforter, she pulled her
down with him.
The next morning hit Harry like a barrel
of rocks. Without warning, he shot up from a deep slumber. He looked around, it
was not his dorm, he looked down, besides the blankets, he was naked. And, he
was alone. He remembered what happened.
Just as he managed to get his
cloak on, Harry entered the grand hall were breakfast was being served. Finding
his usual seat, with the usual crowd, Hermoine and Ron were there, already
engaged in a conversation. At the same time, they both noticed him.
" I
told you that you studied way too much" Ron commented upon him sitting down
across from him, next to the girl he spent the night with.
" What?" Harry
glared at him.
Hermoine stepped in, " you fell asleep in the library last
night, I saw you on the way over here. You looked so cute, I didn't want to wake
you" she gave him a certain look when saying the last part, the only part with
any truth.
" Oh" he said softly, then realized what she was trying to
tell him, " oh" he tried to make it sound more presentable to Ron, " yes, I lost
track of the time and just, fell asleep".
" Did you return that one
book?" now Ron was trying to secretly telling him something, poor Harry, his
friends doing this when he had been awake for five minutes at the
most.
But Ron was unaware that Hermoine knew the possession he had the
night before, " yes, he returned my diary you slithering slug".
" I am
what I eat" Ron said, proudly, " and I can say that in a literal
sense".
Hermoine ignored the gross comment, " Harry, can I talk to you in
the corridor for a moment?".
Finally, he understood something right away,
" sure". He followed her down the aisle and through the large doorway. Ron
thought nothing of it.
" I'm sorry about last night, I don't know
what either of us were thinking and I think we were just caught up in the moment
or something" she immediately rushed into speaking the second they were out of
earshot from anyone else.
" I understand, I feel the same way, and I'm
sorry as well. It was something that should have never happened, and it would be
best if we tried to forget about it all together" he didn't mean that, he really
did not want to say that.
Hermoine did not want to hear it either, but
she knew it would be for the best if she agreed, " of course, I agree" neither
said anything for a moment, the silence was killing both of them. " Do you think
this could ruin our friendship?".
If he could not have her in the terms
of love, he wanted her friendship, " no, of course not. We can't change what
happened last night, but it's not something to loose such a good friendship
over".
" Right" she nodded, " well, we better get back in there before
Ron suspects something. Let's just keep this between us".
"
Defiantly".
Harry and Hermoine walked back into the hall, acting like he
had really fallen asleep in the " library" the night before.
~ Home for the Summer~
A/N: Though the baby will not be born until
a later chapter, I need ideas of what the readers think the gender should be.
Names are picked out for either one, but I'm always bad with which would be
better with the characters. Let me know in your reviews what you think it should
be. Thanks!
Chapter Four- Resolutions; Part
One
Sun rays glistened through the white blinds over the
window appearing across the floor, onto the blankets, and Harry's face. His
eyelids fluttered open, darting around the room, he reached for his glasses and
saw that he was alone in the bed, again. The previous night was not a dream,
again, the thought of that was quickly erased from his mind. Hermoine sat Indian
style on the carpet, near the desk, reading one of Harry's books from
Hogwarts.
Without moving, " everyone left. Dudley came in here earlier,
but I was hiding in the closet".
It tore him apart to think she actually
had to do that, " how are you feeling?".
She shrugged, " nauseous, but
it's going away".
" How about some toast, it may help" he kindly
offered.
She shook her head, no longer reading, just staring at the words
that didn't mean anything, " no thank you, I'm not hungry".
Harry never
took his eyes off her, " Hermoine, you have to eat". With no response, he knew
she was trying to hide her emotions. Behind her long tresses, it was there. He
crawled off the side of the bed, sitting in front of her. In the same moment,
Hermoine leaned into his chest, immediately bawling into his shoulder. He held
her very close, caressing her back in attempts to calm her.
" How is this
going to work, Harry?" her words were clueless to herself.
" I don't
know" he whispered in her ear, " don't worry, we will figure out something,
soon" Harry waited for a minute, " you are staying for the rest of the summer,
right?".
" Is that alright? I can find another place".
Harry
stopped her, " no, I want you to stay, I don't want you to be alone, you won't
be alone" he told her, and truly meant it.
Hermoine calmed, slightly, "
you're sixth year starts in two months, you and Ron".
A spontaneous
thought sprung to mind at random call, Harry stopped his movements, " unless,
you come with me, come with us".
The tears slowed down, her face still
buried, " what?".
Harry didn't know where it was coming from, but he knew
what he meant, " you can come with me, back to Hogwarts".
" I heard you"
Hermoine pulled away, " but, I can't, I'm no longer on the acceptance list, and
I have no money. Besides, this is against the rules".
Harry's bank
account wouldn't hold out for her, even if he tried, and he knew that, and it's
not like they were one for obeying the school rules. " I know, but, Ron and I
are already assigned as roommates, and no staff member goes inside the
dorms".
" Harry Potter, you are absolutely insane for thinking of such a
thing, and you're suppose to be the practical one" he knew that
voice.
But he also knew that being practical was not necessarily an
option anymore, " maybe insane is a good thing. Maybe you have somewhere to go,
but I don't want you to. You're an only child, aren't Ron and I like your
brothers?".
" If you're my brother, and the father of our child, it's not
a good mixture".
He stared directly at her, " it's a metaphor. I want to
be there for you, and the baby no matter what. It's either here or Hogwarts, but
you're not safe here. Two months hiding out here is one thing all year would be
another".
" But hiding me at Hogwarts would be a different thing?" it was
a oratorical question that she thought he would not be able to answer. Then
again, he was the famous Harry Potter.
" It's easier there, in any
circumstance, and it would look suspicious if neither of returned to
school".
Hermoine wanted to believe him, he wouldn't be saying it if he
really thought it could happen. " How can I get there? I don't have a train
ticket and if I managed to get on, people would wonder why I'm never around in
school".
There, she caught him with an obstacle, one he had to think of a
way around before all hope was lost. Train, problems with the train, the
memories came back. A smirk formed across his lips. " Do you remember how Ron
and I got to school for the second year?".
Hermoine, still focused on
that smirk, reacted, " oh great, so you're going to kill me, there's a good
idea!".
Harry shook his head, " no not like that, there was a very
serious problem when we did that" she signaled for him to continue, " Ron was
driving. Either way, no one saw us come in, they found out because we were
stupid enough, but with a little more intelligence, they would not know you were
there".
" And what? Live in a dorm twenty-four seven?".
" Have you
seen our dorm? Once you enter the sixth year, they're huge, it's like a mansion,
ten times the size of this room, and you know we'd take care of you" Harry
realized he was ramming on about something neither found very important, he
stopped, in hesitation, " you love that world, and it's where you deserve to be,
it doesn't matter what is going on. This is the only way to still be the witch
you were born to be, and when I say witch, I mean it in a good way".
She
let out a little laugh, " you make it sound so tempting, but too easy".
"
Well" he was very into this idea, now getting to the second thought, " it won't
be, I can admit that. If you really want to, it'll.work".
Hermoine acted
shocked, " remember what happened last time you said that?".
Neither of
them could forget, it was in concrete memory, and right there in front of them.
" The damage has been done, I don't think we could make it worse" she still
looked depressed, Harry leaned closer, " most of the time, we hardly got caught,
wandering around when we weren't suppose to be" he smiled. There were the few
occasional incidents.
" Like a dog" she snarled, " I can get out at
night, like a dog".
" No" he snapped towards himself, " no, no, no, you
only have one head". Hermoine laughed hysterically, they both were. She stopped
after seeing she had, with a blank expression. " What's wrong?" he calmly asked,
but did not receive an answer, the same look, " what is it?".
" I don't
think it's wrong" she said, placing a hand on her stomach, " it's just really
weird".
Harry scooted closer on the carpet, " what feels
weird?".
Hermoine took his hand and placed it near hers, he could feel
something moving on the other side, " it's not suppose to move".
" I
thought they were?" one of the little things he had an idea about the certain
subject.
" Not this early, at least, that's what I re ad" she removed her
hand, " then again, it's a wizards baby".
He still didn't move his hand,
" and a witch's".
She smiled, rather weak. The kiss during the previous
night was ignored, and they wound up in an emotional moment of silence. It was
three words, one was very prime. He had thought about them all the time, she had
written them, maybe if Ron had been right.
" I don't fell." Hermoine
jumped on her feet, running from the room, clutching her mouth. Harry ran after
her into the bathroom, ready to hold her hair back.
~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Five- Guess
What
Hermoine arrived on July seventh, a little before midnight
and a few weeks before Harry's sixteenth birthday. It was now August twenty-
fifth. The next semester at Hogwarts was beginning in one week exactly. No one
knew of her presence in Harry's room, there were only seven days left. Harry had
sent Ron a letter not long before saying the car would be needed for getting to
the school. Though the fact that he would not be driving was mentioned, the
reason why the car was needed, wasn't. Harry and Hermoine agreed that they'd
wait until the last possible minute to tell Ron anything.
Harry placed
the plate of toast, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of tea on the breakfast
tray. Hermoine slept through most of the mornings, he knew it was not her fault.
He carried the tray slowly from the kitchen upstairs to the bedroom, where she
had just opened her eyes at his entrance.
" I told you, no more breakfast
in bed" Hermoine mumbled, moving into a sitting position under the
covers.
Harry placed the tray across her lap, " I must have missed that"
he joked, knowing very well that she had said it many times before.
She
looked at the items in front of her, " this is too much".
" You saw what
the book said, you're eating for two so you need the extra energy, and healthy
energy" he had a routine from many different books planned in his mind, she
found it adorable.
Hermoine took a bite from the toast, watching him
arrange something in his desk, " before we leave, I'm going to make you
breakfast while you're asleep".
Harry smiled, " there's only a few more
days, seven to be exact".
" Seven!" she cried, " only seven!" she caught
his full attention, " we haven't heard from Ron yet, what if it's too
late!"
He raised his arms, " calm down Hermoine, knowing Ron, he'll wait
until the last minute. There's a chance he's in Romania" she was about to speak
again, the doorbell rang. " I'll be right back".
Harry jumped the steps
down to the entry hall. Switching the latch and turning the handle, he screamed,
slamming the door in a split second. Hermoine appeared at the top of the
staircase, " what was that all about?".
" It's Ron!" Harry gasped, " Ron,
it's Ron, Ron is here!".
She saw past his panicking, " so, why did you
shut the door in his face?".
" He can't know we're here!".
" I
think he already knows" as Hermoine stepped down the stairs one by one, Harry
bolted up them.
" The plan was he doesn't have to know until the semester
begins" he whispered.
But she used her regular tone, " like you said,
it's only seven days, now open the door, he may not leave until you
do".
" Okay" Harry dashed back to the door, calmly opening it. Ron still
stood there, with a bright smile on his face.
" Is that how you treat all
your guests?" he grinned.
" Only you" Harry commented.
Ron walked
inside. When Harry kept his face pressed against the closed door, he noticed
Hermoine at the top of the stairs, wearing a pair of boxer shirts and a long
t-shirt. " What in the name of Professor Dumbledore are you doing
here?".
" Hello Ron" she said, with a hint of fear, maybe she should have
listened to Harry.
Ron laughed, " so this is why you haven't answered my
letters, you came here. Boy, am I glad....bloody hell, someone's gained
weight".
Hermoine looked down at her rounded stomach, the baggy shirt was
no longer doing it's job. She covered it with her arms and sat on the edge of
the step. Ron stood on the bottom step, looking between his two best
friends.
Harry took three steps away from the door, " Ron, Hermoine will
be staying with us at Hogwarts this year".
Ron looked at Harry like he
was a mental patient with amnesia, " well of course she is, she has been since
the first day, and that's when we were barely eleven".
Hermoine shook her
head in disbelief for him, " he means in your dorm, with you".
" Did they
make it coed? Oh no!" he cried, " I don't want to be stuck with
Ginny".
Harry waved him off, " you won't be with Ginny, just myself and
Hermoine. She'll be, I guess you can say hiding".
" Can say?" Hermoine
roughly commented, " that's exactly what I'll be doing".
Harry continued,
" she won't be a student, no one but us will know she is there, and I mean no
one, aside from us".
Ron still had his ways of ignoring the obvious, "
and Hagrid?" he said with enthusiasm.
He was smacked upside the head, "
what part of ' no one' don't you understand? How many times has Hagrid said ' I
shouldn't have told you that' to us alone? No offense, but we can't take the
risk of him saying that Hermoine is pregnant" Harry didn't mean to say that, nor
did he care, it was going to come out eventually.
Ron changed an
expression, " but, you're not pregnant" he looked upstairs at her.
" Yes
I am!" she yelled, " I am pregnant, that's why I'm here! That's why I'm fat, but
if you call me tat again, I'll petrify you, because it's only going to get
worse".
He shrugged, " well, I was in Romania, it makes sense why I
didn't hear about it sooner".
" That and I'm the father" Harry muttered,
Hermoine looked down at him.
But Ron didn't hear, not clearly, " ha, it
sounds like you said you were the..." he trailed off. Rapidly looked up, then
down, a look of pure fear. " Blind me! How did that happen?".
" Let's not
get into that right now" Hermoine answered blissfully, " it was just one night,
which, is all it takes" she sighed down memory lane, " when Harry was asleep in
the library".
Ron thought for a moment, before exploding at Harry, " I
thought you were going to return her diary, not, that!".
As odd as it
was, Harry and Hermoine were the only to remain calm. " Not even a wizard can
control faith" Hermoine said, focusing on Harry.
He stayed caught in her
gaze for a split second, it was very plain, yet something about it, " she's
right, she's always right".
" If I never took her diary, this wouldn't
have happened!" Ron cried, " you wouldn't have had any reason to see her that
night".
Hermoine got up, joining the boys, the same step as Ron, " if it
happened, then it was meant to happen. Whether he had the diary or not, we would
have been alone at some point or another. And when we were, the feelings would
have overcame us, and then" she looked at Harry, looking back at her. Her mind
and mouth had rambled almost too far. " Damn hormones, messing with me
again".
Harry went along with the excuse, " they've been pretty rough on
her".
By that time, Ron was in tears, bawling into his hands. It was no
an unusual site, just an unusual reason. Hermoine grabbed his chin, forcing him
to look at her, " this isn't your fault".
" It's not that" he blew his
nose into his shirt sleeve, " but, Hermoine is gruesome enough, like my mum, and
it's so much worse when they're pregnant". Hermoine growled deeply under her
breath, dropping Ron's chin. Her chocked on his tears, getting them to stop, "
we have to get her out of here, today, right now".
" That was a little
unexpected" she commented.
" What?" Harry asked Ron.
" We have to
get her to Hogwarts, right now, we can't take the risk of her getting
caught".
Harry shook his head, " we've already figured this out, a plan
for orientation".
" That's still a few days away. Right now,
there's only one person at the school, before any professors or staff members.
Not even Dumbledore" Ron told them.
Hermoine raised an eyebrow, " how do
you know all this?".
" Percy, who else?".
" Who is the one person
that is there?" Harry ventured to ask.
He paused, looking at the,, "
Hagrid" he said slowly, then picked up the pace, " but he has his own house,
he'll never see us, the chances are too great".
" They're too slim!"
Hermoine commented.
" Maybe he has something" Harry took Ron's side,
scaring even himself, " sneaking inside will make us look suspicious to anyone
who sees us, it is better that no one seeing us at all".
The decision was
left entirely to Hermoine, the boys made it obvious. In all fairness, she should
have the final say.
" Come on Her, it's the most logical way. Harry's
trunk isn't that big". Harry punched Ron near his shoulder, very hard, throwing
him back into the wall.
Hermoine let out a deep breath, " is the car out
front?". Harry knew what that meant, he ran past them upstairs back to the
bedroom. They had been packed for weeks.
" Yes!" Ron could hardly speak
through his smile. Harry came to the stairs, with two trunks, Ron went after him
to take them. " Where're the owls?".
" In a pen out back" Hermoine's owl
joined them not longer after she did. No one noticed the companion to
Harry's.
Ron dashed out the front door. Harry stood in front of a
grinning Hermoine. " We're going!" her voice almost squeaked.
" We're
going" he laughed, repeating her enthusiasm.
The ride to Hogwarts
was much more calm this time than when they were twelve. Harry was driving, or
flying, and there was much more experience. He stayed in the car the entire
time, there was no train on their tail, and Ron's wand was packed away for the
time being. Night had fallen for sometime, Ron stayed awake with Harry, Hermoine
was asleep along the backseat.
" You know what?" Ron broke the
silence.
Harry struggled through exhaustion, not really caring what Ron
had to say, " what?".
" I could always picture you two getting married,
but, never having any children".
Harry looked away from the windshield, "
why's that?".
Ron shrugged, " beats me, I just never could. Though you do
seem like the good father type, maybe it means that you're doing things you're
not suppose to".
" If it wasn't obvious enough".
" Do you love
her?" the question came from nowhere again.
Though this time, Harry did
not react in harsh ways, " what is it with you and that subject?".
Ron
slouched down in the seat against the dashboard, " well, you got her pregnant,
did you not?".
" You make it sound like a forbidden crime or
something".
He continued, " I mean, if your relationship as friends went
this far, don't you have different feelings for her?".
" I always have"
Harry gazed down at the steering wheel, gripping at it harder. The conversation
did not continue.
Hermoine laid behind them, wide awake, listening to
every sound and every word that took place in front of her. An hour later, the
car was landed in an open courtyard at Hogwarts school.
~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: (which is a bad one) Ron and Harry
enter Hogwarts, hiding Hermoine, and trying to get away with it.
A/N:
Come on guys! Baby boy or baby girl?
" Hagrid's house is
on the other side of the school, he won't be anywhere around here" Ron was the
first out of the car.
Harry was next, pulling the seat forward to help
Hermoine, " you sound so sure of yourself. Do you even know how to get to the
dorm from here?".
" Of course" he faced the building standing taller than
them, " if we take the stairs to the sixth floor, because of our ear, then down
the left wing, make another left, down the hall, the dormitory is also on the
left, and, Walla!".
Hermoine gazed at the dark building. If not for the
reflecting moonlight, it would blend with the night sky. " Why do I have the
feeling that those are the directions to an old friend by the name of
Fluffy?".
" If you make all rights instead of lefts, then yes, it is" Ron
told her, frightening Harry.
She thought nothing of it, " what about all
our things?".
" We'll come back for it later" Harry said, " let's just
get inside first".
The large doors to the back entry were not
only extremely heavy, but also locked. Then again, two wizards, one witch, three
wants, and a certain spell were better than any key. The three pressed their
backs against the wood and iron, scraping their feet against the ground. With
all possibility, they managed enough space to allow their entrance. After the
small corridor, there was the staircase tower, where the ceiling could not be
seen. Ron went first, then Hermoine, and Harry followed her. The only sound was
their shoes clattering against cement steps. Just arriving on the fourth floor,
a light began to illuminate a small area on the ground floor. The three dropped
to hide behind the railing, looking through the bars at the owner of those
voices.
" Maybe it's the snakes again" Ron gasped,
terrified.
Harry interrupted the mindless speaking below them, " you know
what they're saying".
Hermoine raised herself slightly, " it's
Hagrid".
Sure enough, the loveable, enormous groundskeeper was chatting
away with Nick, the friendly spirit of the school, at least one of them. His
roaming of Hogwarts year round had been forgotten about when the planning went
on.
" Oh, sure Weasly, he never comes around here!" Harry was unaware of
the pitch in his voice, by that time, it was too late.
" Harry? Good
gods, is that you?" Hagrid's voice echoed towards them, all of
them.
Harry released his lip, standing to reveal himself over the
banister, " hello Hagrid".
Ron joined him, " hello Sir Nick".
Both
were overwhelmed to see the boys, only the boys. " hello Potter, Weasly" Nick
greeted, " it's nice to see you again, and rather early this year".
" Um,
yes, we wanted to get a head start" Harry felt the nerves in his throat jumping.
Hermoine hid within the shadows between the boys.
Hagrid laughed, "
you're the only ones to think of such. Where's the Granger girl?".
They
panicked for a reasonable, yet believable, explanation. The truth of the
acceptance list did not come to either mind. " What?" Harry caused somewhat of a
diversion.
" Where's Hermoine?" Hagrid repeated.
" Hermoine who?"
Ron's voice cracked to a higher tone.
Harry dropped his neck in
disappointment, " Hermoine won't be returning, her parents no longer want her
here".
" They don't want me period" she commented, luckily, there was no
echo.
No one said anything for what seemed like an eternity, maybe no one
believed what Harry had just said. " What a shame" Hagrid said, " well, she will
be missed. We'll be seeing you boys". The two disappeared from the ground floor,
continuing their conversation after the boys had muttered a ' good-bye'.
Hermoine stood up when it was safe.
" Hermoine who?" Harry angrily mocked
Ron, " what was that?".
" I couldn't think!".
Harry was about to
tell Ron that he'll probably be the death of them all, but his rapid hand
gestures interrupted. He accidentally hit Hermoine, knocking her off balance and
down the stairs.
" Hermoine!" he yelled at reflex.
She laid still
after landing on the platform that separated the sets of stairs. At the given
moment, just as Harry began to eliminate the number of steps between them, the
staircase began to move. Shifting downward, they separated Ron and Harry from
Hermoine. When finally coming to a stop, she was on the other side of the tower,
three stories down. She winced in pain, trying to her herself to sit
properly.
" They should move again soon" Ron told him. Harry didn't care,
throwing himself over the railing, leaving Ron to watch. As he was mid-air,
there was another shift, having Harry crash land right above her. He couldn't
feel the pain. He jumped again, and landed at her feet.
" Are you
alright?" he moved to her side.
Hermoine still had a painful expression,
" yeah, it was only a few steps, I'm okay".
He lifted her into his arms,
one arm under her legs and around her back, carrying her back to where Ron was
waiting, then continued to the dorm.
" I can walk you know".
"
You're not heavy" he told her.
The dormitory was just how they would
always remember it, but the dorm itself gets bigger year by year. And now,
they'd be alone. Ron opened the door to the room, and let Harry walk in
first.
" It's just like the bride and groom after the wedding!" he
laughed.
Harry turned on an angel, allowing Hermoine to kick Ron in the
stomach area. He fell over himself onto the floor. Harry placed Hermoine gently
on her feet. " So this is it" she looked high and low.
Ron struggled to
move, " have you thought of a plan on what to do when that thing wants to come
out" bad choice of words, but he had a point.
Hermoine and Harry looked
down at Ron, then at each other. " I knew we were missing something" he
said.
" It's a rather important detail" she replied.
Harry paced
around in small circles, " um, okay, we have.four more months, right? And
then...".
She placed each hand on either of his shoulders, bringing their
foreheads together, " you don't have to have the answers, I don't expect you
too".
" Maybe we should tell someone else" Ron suggested, " someone who
can help, this can't be done alone".
" Who can we trust? Someone who
wouldn't try to send her home, and who wouldn't tell another staff
member".
" All signs point to Hagrid" Hermoine said in response to Harry,
" he always told us things we weren't suppose to know by the laws of
Hogwarts".
Harry stared down at the stone floor, " what can he
do?".
" A lot more than we could do by ourselves" Ron told him.
"
Alright, why not just go to him if it becomes absolute necessary" Hermoine came
to the conclusion, " I really don't want to go back" she said very
softly.
Harry gently raised her chin with two fingers, " if by any means
you really have to, I'm going with you".
" Me too!" Ron watched her
smile, " so it's settled, Hermoine starts screaming, we go to Hagrid".
"
Good thing it's not the same for you, Harry would be on his way in three
seconds".
A/N: The semi-climax is in the next chapter,
promise.
~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Seven- Stowaway
Summary:
Right now, it's nine weeks later, making it early November. Ron and Harry go
about their regular routines, and no one knows about Hermoine's real
whereabouts.
The air around the island had finally grown cold,
later than most years. It wasn't that cold, but it certainly was a change from
the summer heat. Harry sat on the windowsill late one night. The others were
asleep in the dark dorm except for the moonlight glowing through the tall
window. He was thinking about where he was now, and where he would be in another
two months. Responsible for another human life.
" Hey" Hermoine stood
next to him, whispering.
He smiled, " can't sleep either?".
She
shook her head, sliding onto the seat in front of him, resting between his legs
(don't get gross), and her head on his chest. Harry wrapped his arms along with
hers around her stomach.
" What are you thinking about?" he
asked.
" The only thing on my mind for awhile. You" she paused, " and the
baby", he didn't notice the pause between both things.
He intertwined his
fingers with hers, " I just realized we don't have any names picked out" he
tried to change it to a lighter subject.
" We don't need them, we'd pick
a name, and when the baby's born, we'd think it wont fit and we'll be back here
again".
Harry found it rather humorous, " you've had this planned,
haven't you?".
She sighed, " since I was ten, I never thought it'd be
like this".
He stroked her wrist with his thumb, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry
it has to be this way".
" It's not your fault" Hermoine became more
relaxed in his arms, " we both contributed to it".
Harry couldn't find
the nerves to say what he wanted to say. It would haunt him forever if he didn't
and he knew he'd regret it soon enough. In a faint whisper, Harry said " I love
you", but saw Hermoine was already asleep, she didn't hear
him.
Only a few hours later, when the morning sun had risen,
Hermoine found herself sneaking through the dormitory, closer to the hallway.
The girls bathroom was her eager destination. Everyone was still asleep,
including Harry, whom was asleep by the window. She ran the best she could down
the open corridor. Hermoine kept looking behind her, though that bathroom was
not that far. Normally, she'd use James Potter's cloak, considering it was
early, she figured it was safe. She figured. On one of her quick peeks behind
her, she found herself in front of a large belly. Hagrid.
Hermoine gasped
sharply, jumping back a step or two. He stood as though he knew she was going to
be there at that exact second. " Hello Hermoine". She was still panting,
panicking. " Don't worry yourself sweetie, I've known for quiet some time that
you were here?".
" You have?".
" Indeed, don't worry, the boys
didn't tell me, it was a little obvious, but, only to myself" he seemed more
happy to see her, rather than the fact that she was not suppose to be
there.
But Hermoine wanted to know where they went wrong, " if you don't
mind me asking, um, how did you know?".
Hagrid extended his arm to touch
a lock of her curls, " you have beautiful hair Hermoine, which was easily seen
through the railing the night of your arrival".
She took the same lock
between her fingers, " oh".
" Why are you here Hermoine?" damn well, he
knew why, besides the fact that it had become physically obvious. Hermoine drew
in a deep breath, prepared to tell her story.
Meanwhile, back at
the dorm, Harry and Ron had woken, to find their stowaway was not
there.
" She didn't just vanish Ron, besides, the cloak is here, maybe
she didn't leave willingly!" Harry had just finished dressing in his Quidditch
uniform when Ron pointed out that they were alone.
" Spas much do you? If
something happened, they'd tell us because they'd know she was here with us. She
probably went exploring, she does that a lot".
Harry stared coldly at her
friend, " not when she's pregnant and no one is suppose to know that she's at
Hogwarts!".
Ron sat on his bed, " go to the game, it's important. If
you're late, or you don't show up, then they're going to suspect something. I'll
look for her, then bring her back here, then go to the game".
Harry stood
deep in thought, giving in, then grabbing his broomstick from his own bed and
leaving the dorm.
He purposely took the long way to the Quidditch field,
knowing the places Hermoine Granger would be. Carefully, opening the girls
bathroom door, calling her name. A light voice responded, claiming that she was
not there.
Once exiting the building, the field was not far.
Between the field and the building, Hagrid stepped in his path. " Good afternoon
Harry".
" Good afternoon Hagrid" there were those nerves again.
"
I just want to wish you good luck on the match today, we'll be watching
you".
" We?" he knew Ron was searching in school, and he never seemed to
mention the rest of the Gryffindors.
A hand appeared, literally out of
think air next to Hagrid, waving. Hermoine, under his cloak. He didn't know she
was there, the again, that was the whole point. " You found out" he
whispered.
Hagrid sighed, " you weren't exactly calm when you two got
here early, which also gave it away. Between the many, many times you mentioned
her name like she was there, the fact that Hermoine would do anything to make it
back to Hogwarts every year. And, she ran into me, which sealed the
deal".
" I'm sorry Harry" her voice cooed.
He shrugged, laughing,
" we were going to tell him eventually".
Hagrid placed his arm around
where Hermoine really was, " good thing you came when you did. No worries, it'll
be our little secret". Harry smiled, he had a feeling Hermoine was as well. "
Anyways Harry, you best be getting to the game, come on Granger, let's go get
some good seats".
Harry watched them leave, well, he watched Hagrid
leave. Then ran like mad to the field.
First game of the Quidditch
season, and they tied forty to forty. Harry couldn't concentrate, he was the
best player, but he kept looking into the crowd, to make sure everything was
alright. And it always was. He told himself over and over to relax on
concentrate on where he was and what he was suppose to be doing. Slowly, it was
beginning to work.
" Harry" his name caught his attention into the crows
again. He saw Hagrid, and Hermoine, he saw her. She was clutching her stomach,
he was helping her stand. The game suddenly became a blur, and he didn't realize
he was not in the best position. Ron joined them, Hermoine looked as though she
was suffering, Hagrid was talking to him, and then Ron looked scared. Not very
good doing for Harry. He tried to look closer, and didn't hear Oliver's
warning.
Harry never saw the ball coming towards him, by the time it
collided with him, it was too late. The impact knocked him out cold and he slid
from the broomstick. From the elevation of the broom, Harry fell to the sand
below.
A/N: It's not really a cliffhanger, but I'm the
only one who knows what's going to happen ~evil laugh~. And let me just say-
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE GREAT REVIEWS EVERYONE!!
~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Eight- The Sixth Sense
A/N:
No, no one is going to see dead people!
Young Ginny
Weasley had always been the silent child, she still was. Her secret love for a
particular wizard had always remained only in her heart. After all, it was her
brothers best friend. But now, she was at his bedside in the groundskeepers
home. They were the only ones in that room for almost six hours now, excepting
the fact that he was still unconscious. She kept the cool washcloth on his
forehead above his glasses. Ginny soaked the cloth in the bucket, ringing out
the access water. She watched him take a few deep breaths before replacing it.
The left side of his body twitched when the fabric touched his skin. His neck
turned, and he made a moaning sound, the muscles in his face jerked.
"
Harry?" she ran a finger along his dirt stained skin. The movements became
quicker, Ginny called for Hagrid, " Harry, Harry!".
Suddenly, he shot up,
making her jump back. He was panting, confused of the location. " Hermoine" the
first thing to leave his lips.
" Ginny" she corrected what she thought he
meant to say.
His breathing was heavy, " where am I?" he looked in every
direction around him.
Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, " oh no!"
she cried, " you have amnesia!".
He knew he did not have any memory loss,
he easily remembered the past months, just not the past hours. " I don't have
amnesia, Ginny" he struggled in her embrace of death.
The door opened,
and Hagrid came to his rescue. " Ginny, be careful with him" she dropped him
without warning and he suddenly fell back against the pillows. Ginny stood and
ran from the room, he was use to that. " You're better off down there, you got
quiet the hit".
He still wanted an answer from his previous questions, "
what happened? Where's Hermoine?".
" Right here" she silently stood in
the doorway behind Hagrid, a blanket hung from her shoulder.
Harry sighed
with extreme relief, " thank god".
" You fell very far, you've been out
for awhile now, don't worry, there won't be any scars, one is enough for you".
He turned, " as for you, I remember telling you to stay in bed as
well".
Harry looked up at the ceiling, " don't bother, she doesn't
listen".
" That was you" Hermoine walked slowly to the other side of his
bed, crawling under the blanket, she nested her head under his chin, he was
still in the uniform.
He wrapped his arms around her, then felt something
was different, like something was missing. " Wait a second" he neck shit up, " I
remember, you were in pain when I last saw you".
" I know" she gazed at
him, placing her arm around his waist, " I'm alright, and so is your
baby".
He seemed calmer, but then he moved his hand closer to her
stomach, Hermoine was still looking, smiling now. He ran a finger against her
shirt. Hagrid watched them, " I believe Hermoine meant to say..".
She
finished, " your daughter".
The muscles in his entire body went numb, "
m-my w-what?".
Hermoine laughed at his reaction as Hagrid left, " a lot
can happen when you're out of it for that long".
" Hermoine, I wasn't
there, I-I can't even think of how to apologize".
She was still laughing,
" then don't. You're here now, and that's all that matters".
" We
actually have a daughter?" he couldn't believe that sentence.
Hagrid came
back into the room, his arms crossed across his chest, yet, Harry was unable to
see why. As he came closer, the bundle wrapped in tan terry cloth became
visible. He and Hermoine sat up.
" Harry Potter, meet your first born" he
handed the warm baby body into Harry's arms. While she was small enough to hold
in only one arm, he had both gloved arms around her.
He was nearly in
tears, his arms trembling. They tiny eyes were closed, the little hands curled
against the blankets rim. Her breathing was soft, and yet, she had no idea what
was going on. " She's so tiny".
" Like you two, she made an early
arrival" Hagrid said, " anyways, I'll leave you three alone to, uh, get
aquatinted".
Hermoine watched every movement with Harry and his daughter,
their daughter. " What name suites her?" he asked.
She looked down at the
baby, " Ella" and she was so sure.
Harry's eyes darted at hers, "
Ella?".
" Ella Potter, it has such a lovely pattern".
" Potter?
What about Granger?".
She objected, " two last names are a lot for a
child. Your parents would have loved to see her, mine despise her when they
don't even know her".
Harry managed a weak smile of sympathy. He knew he
wanted to kiss her, she wanted him too as well, and she knew that look seven
months ago in her room. Hardly moving an inch, the tiny bundle in Harry's arms
interrupted. For the first time, paying attention to her little noise, Harry saw
Ella's eyes. The same blue and green mixture to create a crystal like
indescribable sight. His daughter had the exact same eyes as him.
" She
looks like you" Hermoine gracefully commented.
Harry was still engaged in
her eyes. Ella's small fingertips lightly scraped against the leather on his arm
gear. When his finger touched her wrist, his mind lost control into a spiraling
premonition. It was a whirlwind of dark colors, huge gusts of wind. In the faint
distance, he saw Ella moving further and further away. Hermoine was screaming in
the background. He tried to reach out for her, but the gravity beneath him gave
way.
" Harry?" her voice snapped him back into reality. " Oh no, what did
you see?" she knew what he had just experienced, by his expression.
He
didn't respond right away, still trying to sort it out himself. Looking down at
the baby, he did not want to ruin her birthday by frightening anyone, " nothing,
it was nothing".
Hermoine and Harry settled into the bed, cuddling,
keeping Ella nestled between them for close security. Ella Potter was born on
November fourteenth, in Hagrid the groundskeepers home. The first thing said
after her birth was her identical looks to her then unconscious father. On the
same day she was born, the special telepathic powers between herself and Harry
was discovered. It was expected from a child of a wizard and a witch, though
never this early and normally with both parents. Who knew something of that for
an eye color could change such a thing. And, a premonition, could prepare one
for something so horrible yet to come.
~ Now that the
baby is born, what do you think is going to happen? Maybe taking care of a
newborn isn't the easiest thing in the world, but this will be beyond
imagination.~
Over the Edge
Chapter Nine- One Sip, One Kiss
Harry
sat across from Hermione on the tabletop. Before he was a cauldron and nine or
ten little bottles circling around it. Once in awhile she'd take a different one
and pour just a touch, or the whole thing, inside. The first potion that came to
mind of Hermione ever making was the polyjuice potion back in their second year.
That turned her part cat part human. So this was scaring him.
"
Since you are the Book Queen, shouldn't you have something, anything, here to
tell you what you should or shouldn't be putting in there?".
She kept her
concentration on the cauldron. " I memorized this potion in our third year when
I was trying to find out if Ron liked me. But don't worry, I'm over that. This
is more serious".
" Just a little" he smiled.
Hermione glared at
him, smirking when she saw his face. " You're making fun of me".
" Oh no,
no, no, I'd be much too frightened to tease you" (A/N- I know that's from Star
Wars, I don't own that either).
" You're the famous Harry Potter, you
can't be afraid of anything after facing off Lord you know who".
Harry
kept his eyes locked on her, " we all have a sort of sensitive side, maybe with
the exception of you".
She corked an empty bottle, " it's there, I've got
one, you just have to find it". That could have been a hint, or an offer for
him. The spark in her eyes was quiet the indication. Hermione reached for a
crystal glass that had been on one of the chairs. " Alright" she re-directed her
attention again to pouring a thick blue liquid into the glass, " drink
this".
Harry accepted it from her, studying the substance. Tightly
shutting his eyes, he swallowed it all in one gulp, leaving a very disgusted
look on his face. " Oh god, I hope that stays down".
Hermione giggled, "
now lay down" she gently guided him onto the tabletop.
" Why? What's
going to happen?" he looked worried, but to her it was amusing in an adorable
fashion.
" Don't worry" she whispered, " it's only going to feel like
you're falling asleep".
He was already beginning to sound groggy, by that
time he was entirely relaxed, though worried he might not wake up. " What good
will that do?".
" Don't worry" Hermione repeated, watching his
eyes close and his breathing becoming heavier, " Harry?" she
whispered.
His voice was more clear than hers, " yes?".
She leaned
over him, " why did you do it? Why did you kill Neville and
Colin?".
Harry took a deep breath, acting as though he was sleep walking,
" Hermione" it was barely audible.
" I'm right here".
His head
turned, facing her, his eyes slowly opening. He may have not known what he was
saying, but now she didn't know what she was doing. Leaning downward, closer and
closer. It looked very much like hesitation, but that's not what Hermione
felt.
Time, and every aspect of it, stopped upon placing her lips on
Harry's.
Authors Note- The next chapter
is what a lot of you have been waiting for. But, I can't post it here, so go to
http://fanfiction.portkey.org/ and it will be there. The whole story is there,
same title. In case you can't find it there, my pen name on that site is
tweak27. It may take just a little bit longer, cause I have to actually write
the chapter. It's not the same writing something like THAT in the middle of
class. I hope you guys like it.
~ Home for the Summer~
A/N: A special thank you goes out to
LilFlyergirl for all her help on the upcoming chapters!
Summary: Two
months after the birth, their world is about to be mangled
with.
Chapter Nine: Resolutions Part
Two
Every human being by some unknown force must
love their offspring, their child, their own flesh ad blood. From birth and
beyond death. Hermoine and Harry were no different. For the girl, their journey
into parenthood begins day one of the pregnancy. Though the nine months, or
seven months in Hermoine's case, day by day, they've already become a mother.
Fatherhood does not begin into fatherhood does not begin until first holding
that newborn baby, of course, Harry had to wait until he regained consciousness.
He adapted very well very fast with his daughter. Still attending Hogwarts,
still playing Quidditch, still being Harry, just now with a baby. Hermoine
admired the relationship he formed with Ella, because he wanted to, not just
because he was the father. Such a small package could do wonders for revealing
true feelings for someone who was always there.
" I love you Harry, I
always have. From the moment I first saw you on the train to the night with, the
diary. And now, with this baby, I have no reason to ever stop loving you". Of
course, no one overheard Hermoine's rehearsal, except her two month old
daughter. But, while she watched her mother, she had no idea what she was
saying. " You're right, I sound desperate and pathetic" Hermoine took her
daughter's actions of chewing on her blanket to be negative towards what she was
really thinking. " Alright, here's what else I got" she closed her eyes,
preparing with a deep breath. " Harry".
He had just entered the dorm to
hear his name, " yes?".
Hermoine jumped, her back had been facing him
when he returned from Quidditch practice. " Oh, nothing".
Harry left his
broom in the corner, walking over to the cradle, made by Ron as a gift, gently
kissing Ella's head. He looked over at Hermoine, whom was fiddling with her
fingers trying to get over the strange feeling in her stomach from what she had
been practicing to say. He dared the question lingering in his mind all day. "
How would you like to have dinner tonight, together?".
She creased her
nose in an adorable fashion, " don't we have dinner together every
night?".
" Well, yes" Harry bent down, gathering Ella in his arms, " but
I meant, alone".
Hermoine mocked an eyebrow, " I don't think that all is
ever empty".
Ella tried to claw at Harry's cheek, he kept moving his head
in the other direction. " I know, I meant, on a picnic, or something".
"
In the middle of January?" she hated making it difficult, she didn't even know
why, but she knew she didn't mean to, or want to. Hermoine was in love with his
idea, that's not all she was in love with.
Harry shrugged, " snow has
never been a problem before".
Hermoine's smile cringed, " okay" she
looked in the other direction, " I have to get to class right now".
"
Meet me at the Quidditch field when the sun goes down" he
smiled.
When returning from class, Hermoine found herself to be
alone, something very rare in that dorm room. No Harry, or Ella, or Ron. The sun
had just slipped past the horizon, leaving rays of glowing pick and orange
across the sky. Sundown, exactly what he told her. Outside, there were
footprints in the snow leading in the same direction at the Quidditch field,
something larger had been dragged along next to them.
The entire field
was a crystal white color across the colored rims that surrounded the diameter.
Hermoine walked to the center where Harry stood, a dark blanket at his feet. He
smiled when she was near him.
" Why did you want me to come at sunset?"
by the looks of his flushed cheeks, he had been there for sometime.
" Sit
down, I'll show you" Hermoine gently sat crossing her legs, Harry knelt at her
side. " Close your eyes" she did so, hearing him command a spell she could not
recognize right away. " Open them".
She gasped, " o-oh my god, Harry,
it's absolutely beautiful". From the top of each seating tower to the bottom of
the audience cubicles, each inch wrapped in long strands of little light bulbs,
which were now lit. Illuminating and reflecting on each snowflake, it was a
breath taking sight. " I can't believe you went through so much
trouble".
" It was dark" he joked.
Hermoine looked at the
lights behind her, " this must have taken forever".
" No, not
really".
" But it's so cold".
Harry scooted closer, cuddling her
so they could keep each warm. " It wasn't too bad".
Hermoine gently took
the drawstring of his robe into her fingers, " you never complain, it's like
nothing ever bothers you".
" That's not entirely true" his way of telling
that it had to do with her.
He felt her breath shiver, " what bothers
you?".
Harry looked down to see her eyes were closed and he already knew
that feeling. Both were caught up in the moment in which they did not know what
would happen next. Hermoine reached across her body to grab his elbow next to
her chest. Harry bent down to her neck, gently placing his lips on her skin. She
twitched slightly at the sudden warmth. Gently, her ever so slightly kissed her
neck, as her breath became more ragged. Each few seconds, moving down her jaw
line, soon enough making it to the corner of her mouth. The same moment,
Hermoine shifted more into him. What they both strongly felt was going to
happen, had nothing to do with their past. Maybe the diary, but not the fact
that they had a daughter together.
" Harry, Hermoine!" the screaming
startled them enough that they returned to normal positions. Ron came bolting
across the field, his cloak creating a straight trail behind him. He collapsed
before the blanket, desperately gasping for air, making the deep bruise near his
right ear very visible.
" Ron? What's wrong?" Hermoine leaned
forward.
He managed one word between his struggle, " Ella".
Harry
grew extremely worried, " what about her?".
Ron continued panting and
coughing, recovering slowly, " someone took Ella".
" What!" Hermoine and
Harry eagerly exclaimed.
" Someone came in, I didn't see him when he
knocked me out. I came to only a minute ago, and she was gone. I looked
everywhere".
They left Ron in the snow, running faster than ever before,
ignoring how tired their muscles already were. The cold air bit at their
cheekbones and eyelids. Once inside the school, they were ready to deal with the
shifting staircase, which luckily did not move. Hermoine slipped on the same
step as before, but Harry grabbed her arm on time.
An empty cradle was
the first thing either saw when entering the dorm. Maybe they would have
continued to look, if it wasn't for that red envelope, sitting on the window
sill.
~ Home for the Summer~
A/N: This chapter and the next may be a bit
shorter, but they're suppose to be combined, I just wanted to change the
title.
Chapter Ten- Howler in the Heart
The red envelope
stood as a symbol for the suspense and great fear for Harry and Hermoine. While
it could not bring any physical harm, the idea of it's contents shattered their
minds.
" What if it's a trick?" Hermoine suggested, only wanting to find
a simple solution, or an excuse.
" It's a howler, it can't get that
complicated" Harry took an extra step. Like Ron when receiving his first, his
hands were trembling upon opening it.
" Master Potter" the voice said
before forming itself into a mouth shape. Dobby, he automatically matched the
voice to that of the House Elf he freed years ago. " Dobby regrets to inform
Harry that his daughter has been kidnapped. Dobby cannot say who has done such a
horrible thing, only that the dreadful person has left you a message in the one
place Hogwarts dreads the most". And with that, the howler
self-destructed.
Harry turned around, leaving the dorm, Hermoine
followed, clueless. " Harry, where are we going?" she chased him down the
hallway.
" The one place Hogwarts dreads the most".
" Which is?"
Hermoine got her answer when they arrived at the girls bathroom. At least, she
thought it was her answer. " Here? The girls lavatory?".
Hermoine wanted
to know what Harry was thinking, Harry knew what he wanted, just not how to get
it. Here was a start. Inside, the faucet with a rowdy snake mounted into the
steel easily became obvious. Rapidly, he searched the area.
" Of course"
she discovered his doing, " the chamber of secrets. But isn't it sealed
again?".
Harry found yet another envelope, but this one was black, not
red. It was between the pipes and the while, stained porcelain. This one, was
not a howler. " Maybe, but I don't think we'll have to go in".
" What
does it say?" she asked when seeing there was no voice along with
it.
Harry held the paper between his trembling hands. " So, Potter, you
were smart enough to find this. If you're not too late, you may be lucky enough
to save your love and precious joy. Just remember, you'll have to catch me
first" he dropped his hand, " that doesn't help".
Hermoine stayed deep in
thought, " you'll have to catch me first" she silently repeated, her face
suddenly gleamed, " you'll have to catch me first!" she eagerly caught Harry's
attention. " Draco, Draco took Ella!".
" How do you know?" while Draco
Malfoy was an easy suspect, he did not want to automatically want to jump to
that conclusion. But he wanted to find someone.
Hermoine's exhilaration
grew, " whenever you play a match against Slytherin, Draco always says ' you'll
never catch me', well now he's saying that we have too". She saw the slight hint
of doubt in Harry's eyes. " Dobby sent us the Howler, why else would he do it if
he was not once the slave to the Malfoy family?".
There was no answer. "
Oh my god" Harry muttered, " but how does this help us find where he
is?".
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Hermoine
adjusted the left arm guard to Harry's arm, securing the strap. No matter the
match, he had never been dressed in the uniform so fast, like it never
happened.
" You don't have to do this" she told him, " if we go to
someone for help, it will be safer".
" If we go to someone else, he'll
kill her. Last time we wanted help, all the better things happened because of
something we did.
She still tried to find some sort of loophole, " but
none of that could get you killed".
Harry held her hand, " every time I
go out there, every match I play, there's a chance I could die, there was a
chance I couldn't have woken up the day I fell. It's more serious this time, we
know Ella is safe, and that he has her. If this is the way he wants us to get
her back, so be it. If it isn't done now, it may not be the first time we loose
her". She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as he could be.
" If anything bad happens, get out of here as fast as you can".
Hermoine
left a gently peck on his cheek before backing away, " please be
careful".
" I'll be back when I have Ella".
She watched him leave
out onto the court. Still remembering the courageous words, desperately
believing them.
Another Author's Note: Like I said, this one and
the next one will be a little short only because I get bored easily and wanted
to change the title. But I should have Chapter 11 up today. There's only two
chapters left!
~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: Harry has to enter the hardest
tournament of his life, against his archenemy. Not only has he never done so
before, but he's playing for the life of his daughter.
A/N: When " spell
fencing" is mentioned, it's my way of saying (because I'm not sure what it's
really called) of that club Professor Snape did when the students in The Chamber
of Secrets for their defense against the monster. In case some people still have
no idea what I'm talking about, when Draco and Harry were using their wands
against each other and Draco made that snake appear. That, and any spells in
this chapter, don't exist, I made them all up from very random
things.
Chapter Eleven- The Match
Malfoy waited for Harry
at the center of the Quidditch field, also in uniform with something he called
pride. The same evil snarl, it was almost like it never left his face from the
time he was born. Harry, on the other hand, had never had such a stare, cold as
the night air around them. Though it did hide his dear from Draco very well, he
could not ignore it himself. It was a strange feeling, he had never known it
before, then again, his child had never been kidnapped before. Harry fiercely
grinded his hand against the neck of his broomstick, wanting it to be Malfoy's
throat.
" I'm surprised you came, Potter" he spat out the name, his
tongue moving like a snakes.
" Why's that?" Harry feared every
moment.
Draco began small steps around Harry's perimeter, " thought maybe
you'd be a little to scared" their faces were inches away from the
other.
" You have my daughter, no fear will ever come between that and my
wanting her back" he always had Malfoy in an eye's corner, in case.
Draco
returned to where he was once standing, laughing more or less to himself, " how
brave. There's only one thing you can do to get what you want. And that's lose"
Harry motioned for more of an explanation, " we've known each other for quiet
awhile, Potter".
" Four years, Malfoy" Harry mocked him with the same
sensible wording.
He flared an eyebrow (that's rather famous for Draco
Malfoy), " you've been able to beat me at two things, and only two. Quidditch"
they both knew that had been recognizable for a long time, " and spell fencing"
that however, never made an appearance since the chamber was opened, and one or
two disagreements. Harry's jaw dropped, less than an inch to avoid being
noticed, " this is a combination of both, if I didn't say so myself. If you win,
you win. If you lose, it won't be long until your daughter joins your
parents".
That very comment made Harry's blood boil under his skin.
Harry, then Draco removed their wands under their robes, straddling their
brooms, kicking off from the ground, they kept an equal distance. Without any
warning, something Malfoy never used, he commanded a rare spell professors
forbid from the students. Harry dipped downward, it slid across him, he nearly
lost his balance.
" Face it Potter, you'll never beat me, ever".
"
I've done it before, why not again?".
Draco swerved around him, " because
you know that loosing will become much more than a match, it will be a
life".
Harry twirled around, " even more to hurt you" he clutched the
wand, " asamodlelmin!". The flash hit him dead on, causing him to be spun
around. Unfortunately, he did not let go.
But, his left arm had been
burned, " you're going to pay for that!".
Malfoy curved, slamming his
broom into Harry's. The wand slipped from his hand a fell far to the snow. They
both went in a whirlpool to where it had fallen. Hermoine saw it as well,
unaware that her attempt to retrieve it could become her death trap.
"
Hermoine, get down!" Harry screamed, right after her fingertip touched the rim.
She threw herself to the ground, Draco missed, flying inches above her back.
Hermoine knew it was him, so she raised her arm, allowing Harry to snatch the
stick from her hand.
Harry rejoined him back in the air. There was a few
intense moments of deadly glares and motionless broomsticks. He had picked the
wrong time to get a better hold on the end of his wand, it coincided with the
next spell to be thrown at him.
" Acasanndren!".
Had he been
paying full attention, Harry still wouldn't have been able to find someway to
block himself on time. The force was too strong to even try a fight against. It
threw him halfway across the Quidditch field, throwing him into one of the
audience stands used by the professors during the matches. Hermoine saw. He hit
the backboard, then went crashing to he benches, falling through one. The
extreme pain ran through his body and mind, no matter what he did, he couldn't
move, he really thought he had lost, once and for all.
A simple cry, he
was able to hear, biting his lip to stop the wincing and he could hear better.
The light noises were coming from the same cubicle he was in. " Ella" his voice
struggled. Suffering, he turned himself onto his stomach, using what little
strength was left in his body, in his hands, to pull himself on the wooden
boards. Pushing aside a broken bench piece, the eyes that matched his, wrapped
in an old, ratted blanket. She smiled when seeing him, unaware of the events
that may have killed both of them.
" Thank god" he said to himself,
gently stroking her little chin.
He knew the second Draco landed in the
tower, it'd be hard not too. Though Harry remained still. " You don't know when
to give up Harry, do you".
Draco had never called him by his first name.
" I guess not".
" Too bad, this all could have been less painful" for a
moment, Harry Potter knew he was done for, that these were the last moments of
his life. Maybe Ella's would be spared if there was anything remotely close to a
spark of good doing in Draco Malfoy's heart. Resting his head on the dirty
floor, he noticed the baby's arm reaching out to something. For the past few
weeks, she had just learned that she had control of her arms, since then, she's
been reaching for everything in sight. But this time, it was something
different.
The board.
The board that had been protecting her
moments ago. It was almost like Ella was telling Harry something, maybe she
was.
In one swift move without any thought, Harry grabbed the board,
flipping onto his back, just on time to block Draco's wand. While he reacted,
Harry jumped to his feet, a rather painful motion. He took another swing at
Draco's temple, successfully hitting him. Malfoy groaned, forgetting about the
want, and concentrating on getting the board away from his opponent. During
their attempts, Draco and Harry forced themselves and the other in the same
direction, over the balcony. And together, they fell from the stand to the cold
snow below.
~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: Harry Potter and Draco
Malfoy fell from the audience tower. What happened to them? What happened to
Ella?
A/N: This is the final chapter. While I am sad, I have
another Harry Potter story in the making. Look for the first chapter soon!! I'd
like to thank every single person who reviewed this story, it really meant a
lot. Also, thank you to OrioCookie for the whole spell fencing and dueling
thing; it's too late to change it now but I greatly appreciate
it.
Chapter Twelve- From Dreams to
Reality
Hermoine witnessed the fall of the two boys from the
tower. When they hit the ground, she already took off running back to Hogwarts.
Ron and Hagrid came back with her, along with Dumbledore and McGonagall. Madame
Pomfrey, who had been their savior for the night, rescued baby Ella and had her
safe in the hospital wing before she grew far ill. As for the fallers, they were
a different story. No one moved their bodies from the positions in which they
landed, no one even went near them until Pomfrey arrived.
Ron stayed very
close to Hermoine, whom was on the near break of tears, not knowing who was
alright, if anyone was. Madame approached them after carefully examining them.
Not that she ever had a cheerful expression, defiantly not now.
" I am
sorry to report that mister Malfoy broke his neck, most likely once he hit the
ground". There was no reaction, they knew what he did and now he got what he
deserved. It was almost like a celebration.
Hagrid dared through the
stricken silence, " and Harry?".
She sighed, looking at Hermoine, " I'm
sorry, it does not look too good for him either".
" He's dead?" Hermoine
struggled through the words that could shatter her heart in an instant.
"
No. His breathing is very weak, he may have broken several severe bones that may
have caused fatal damage. I don't believe he may last much longer, possibly two
or three minutes".
Hermoine felt awful, like all the things Madam Pomfrey
had just told was happening to her. Like her insides were being torn apart bit
by bit and her life was slowly slipping away. He had survived such a fall not
two months ago, why couldn't he survive this time?
" Hermoine, why don't
you go and, say your goodbyes" she knew it really effected Hagrid to say that to
her, or at all.
She left Ron, stumbling through the snow to get to the
base of the tower. Kneeling next to his limp, almost lifeless body, she saw that
the rising and falling of his chest, was hardly able to see. Gently, she brushed
away part of his hair from his forehead, revealing his scar.
" You saved
Ella's life" she told him, in case he didn't know. " It's not fair that now you
have to go". She took a deep, but weak, breath, " I was going to tell you this
earlier, but the chance never came, and I don't think it's going to come again.
I love you, it's easier done than said. I loved you long before that night with
the diary, and it only seemed to be greater once Ella came along. You probably
can't hear me, but hopefully someday, you'll know".
Hermoine
left. She could no longer bare being that close to him, when he was so far away.
All she wanted was to get away from the Quidditch as fast as possible, and never
go back there. The idea of returning to Hogwarts made her feel sick. Every inch
of the school already reminded her of him, the things they did, or what not.
When arriving back at the dorm room, she wouldn't go to bed, sitting on the edge
of the mattress, any movement didn't seem worth it. She watched Ella sleeping,
peacefully, it hurt her to know that her daughter would never grow to know her
father. Their relationship was broken, because of a teenage demon.
Hours
after the incident, Hermoine let the exhaustion over take her, there was not
enough will power to keep fighting to desire to sleep.
While in a
motionless slumber, she felt the air around her slip into the dream world she
knew too well. Standing in the dark hallway, all alone, for a moment, the
silence got to her and there was no clue for why she was there. A faint whisper
in the background trickled her eardrum just barely. Turning in the most rapid
movement, Hermoine caught the slight glimpse of a shadow, and yet, awoke before
discovering what, or who, it was.
She shot up in bed, panting. The dream,
it felt so strange, so real. A cold chill up her spine indicated, that maybe she
was right. Her mind, and the bare remainders of the dream controlled the
physical movements outside the dormitory. Stopping in the hallway, the only
sound was her breathing, the only sight was what little was lit from the candles
down the aisle. Hermoine's mind had gone blank, and she no longer wanted to
think of her actions. Her mind was too powerful, even to herself, and now she
only wanted go by what her heart told her.
Her heart was telling her to
run, to nowhere specific at the time, just to run. She kept running, faster with
each step, and yet, not knowing where she may end up. Somehow, her mind came
back in control when she neared the hospital wing. Hermoine stopped herself
instantly at the main doors. She knew. She knew that's where the bodies were,
where Draco and Harry were, until further arrangements were made.
Why?
She thought to herself. Why was she there? She couldn't stand the fact that just
on the other side of those doors was the lifeless body of the boy she was deeply
in love with. Even knowing that he was no longer alive, she still had the same
feelings.
Forcing every muscle in her body, Hermoine began to walk away,
back to her dorm. Maybe other sleepless nights would lead to such a dream to
arise hopes that would fail only minutes later. It wasn't fair, nothing about
the day had been fair. One simple move, if Harry, or even Malfoy, swiped in the
other direction, they wouldn't have fallen. Who knew what would have become of
that, but at least there would have been more of a chance.
"
Hermoine". Her name, she knew that specific tone, and exactly how it was
said.
" Harry" she whispered, recognizing the voice before hers. Perhaps
a aftershock from her premonition. Perhaps, not.
" Hermoine" the voice
was more clear, the name was closer.
" Harry!" she was facing him in a
heartbeat. Standing as tall as he was in the doorway, his injured figure
stumbling every so often. He was alive, Harry Potter was alive.
Plunging
into his arms, Harry clamped his arms around her tightly.
" How is this
possible? They said you were dead!" Hermoine screamed in
tears.
Harry managed a voice through her embrace. " I think I was
for awhile, Draco got the better of the fall" he waited, " I heard what you
said, I heard everything".
" I still mean it, I always have, and I always
will".
" I love you Hermoine" he said, feeling at complete ease
once the words left his lips. After all this time, he finally said them. " I
love you more than life itself" she backed away from his hold, but he couldn't
stop himself. " For as long as I can remember, and when you told me
that.......you were going to have a baby, our baby, I didn't know what more
there could be. Maybe we are young, and that some people believe that we're not
ready for love, but we've been through so much". Hermoine gently brushed a tear
from behind his broken glasses. " And, I love you".
Before another
rambled word could be said, Hermoine leaned forward and kissed him, not just a
peck, but the kind of kiss you'd give to someone after confessing your love.
From the night with the diary, to a near death experience.
Ron came
bursting from the hallway, wondering where Hermoine had run off too. He saw that
his two best friends, one in which he thought was dead, were tongue tied and
caught up in each other arms.
" Okay, found her" he panted,
leaving them for privacy.
~ THE END~
A/N: Yes, the
ending is corny. But I really wanted to finish it, and I knew I wouldn't be too
popular for killing Harry, especially when he had a baby daughter. The story is
done, but my goal is to hit 40 reviews at least for the final chapter, please
help! Keep checking for my next story (within the next day or less) called " In
Harm's Way". THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE REVIEWS!
~ Home for the Summer~
Epilogue
A/N: I didn't lie, this
isn't a chapter. It's a, well, you saw the title. Thank you for Coolone for the
idea, I've never done one before. Seeing as the questions only came from
Coolone, I'll just go with the flow.
Hermoine, and Harry, did
continue going to Hogwarts, and graduated with academic
achievements.
After graduation, neither ever left
Hogwarts.
~ That's all I really want to say. If you have anymore
questions, let me know. I would say more, but I got a weird idea for a sequel.
Let me know what you guys think of that idea~
~ Home for the Summer~
Prologue
I'm going to keep the title
Home for the Summer, because I hate changing titles in the middle of a
story.
You read the epilogue, hopefully, so you already know that Harry,
Hermoine, and Ron graduated from Hogwarts the following year.
Just a side
note- Harry and Hermoine's daughter's name is Ella, not Elle, but it's a simple
mistake. I named her after Ella Harris, the late Richard Harris eleven-year-old
granddaughter. If it were not for her threat of never speaking to her
grandfather again, he would have not accepted his role in Harry
Potter.
Anyways, with that said, here's what's going on in the start of
the sequel.
It's four years later, making the gang nineteen, and
Ella is four. After graduation, they did not go back to the Muggle
world.
Professor Lupin retired after the seventh year, he opened
a small shop in Diagon Alley selling random magical things to gain a great deal
of wealth. Harry, is the new professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts
classes. He also is a referee for the newest Quidditch matches, still getting
out the old Firebolt.
Professor McGonagall resigned when accepting an
offer to take a seat on the Ministry of Magic (hey, she deserves it). None other
than Hermoine Granger took over at the professor for the Transfiguration
classes, and head of the Gryffindor house.
Sadly, in the second semester
of the seventh year, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore passed away (it has absolutely
nothing to do with the fact that Richard Harris did as well; it's strictly for
the story). A note was found in his office, claiming there was one student in
the school, and only one, that he would want to take his place. Ron Weasley is
the new Headmaster at Hogwarts.
If there is something I forgot, I'll
probably mention it somewhere in the sequel. If I don't, let me
know.
And, one final note, for the relationship status of
Hermoine and Harry. The night of their graduation party, Hermoine found an
engagement midair when running back into the dorm room for something she
immediately forgot about. They are not married just yet.
~ Home for the Summer~
A/N: And yet, another special thank-you to
LilFlyerGirl for all her extraordinary help. Flu Powder in the bedroom,
right?
Chapter Fifteen- Two Professors, a Headmaster, and a
Little Girl
The seventh floor corridor was emerged in
silence. It was the birth of a new year. September second, that day easily
remembered from the former students. Harry Potter being one himself. He had
graduated from Hogwarts with honors and then realized that he never wanted to
leave the place that truly was his home. Along with his best friend and fiancé,
they didn't want to leave. With that, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
was made their permanent home.
The scattering class of first
years went entirely quiet upon Harry's entrance. Twenty pairs of eyes watched
him walk to the front of the classroom.
" What?" he looked up from his
bag on the desktop, completely innocent. Several students snickered, a girl in
one of the front rows raised her hand. " Yes, Miss Daniels?".
She lowered
her hand, smiling, " forgive me professor, but, aren't you a little-young to be
teaching?".
Harry walked around the desk, leaning against the front, arms
folded across his chest, focusing on young Olivia Daniels, " no, not
necessarily. I've had more experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts than a
good amount of wizards". Without knowing, he brushed part of his hair from his
eyes, revealing a very good conversation piece.
There was a roar of gasps
from every student, except Olivia, she just lokst control of her jaw.
"
Good gods, you're Harry Potter!" one boy snapped. Harry could have sworn his
students knew already.
" Shut up Longbottom!".
Harry followed the
voices to a familiar looking resemblance in the back row. "
Longbottom?".
" Alistair Longbottom, sir" he seemed scared of the gaze he
was under.
" Neville's brother?". The boy nodded. " Oh this class is
going to be fun" he muttered mostly to himself.
Harry turned around to
walk forward again, Olivia's arm was mid-air again. " Yes?".
" Sir, or
should I say Professor Potter" she had a spunky grin to his name, " by any
chance are you going to teach us defense methods against you-know-who?" she
hesitated on the name.
They all stared, desperately waiting an
answer.
" Why would you need such a thing? The chances of you
encountering he who should not be named" as a professor, he had to learn no to
say the name like he was use too, " on Hogwarts grounds are slim to
none".
Olivia still seemed in hesitation, " what about outside of school?
Like when we're at home".
" Well, you're not suppose to use magic outside
of the school" he himself had broken that rule several times, which is why he
never enforced it as a concrete law, " but, the chances don't even exist. No
student has encountered Lord you-know-who, ever".
" You have" Alistair
commented.
Harry shrugged, " I wasn't a student at the time, heck, I
wasn't even potty trained".
The class burst into laughter.
" The
point is" he focused on the girl in the front row, " you're safe, you're at a
big school with protective teachers, and a very well trained
headmaster".
Alistair, once again, interrupted Harry's assurance for
Olivia. " Ron Weasley!" he cracked, " I've heard horror stories about that guy,
can't believe he's our headmaster!".
" Your brother has more ' horror
stories' than the Forbidden Forest ever will" the students cooed, " Headmaster
Weasley is the second best in the league after Dumbledore
himself".
Longbottom broke the serious tone Harry had. " Is it true he
ate slugs as a prank to get out of an exam?".
" No!" he snapped, shocking
the students to think he was angry. Harry turned to get a book from his desk,
looking over his shoulder with a blissful grin.
" It was a spell that
backfired".
Hermoine dropped her boulder-weighted bag to
the floor of their room. It hadn't gotten any lighter for being a teacher. She
was beyond exhaustion. Harry had only been there for a minute or so before
her.
" First day rough?" he saw her expression.
Hermoine walked
like a zombie to the window where he was standing. " You have no idea" she
collapsed into him" giving freedom of experimenting was a nightmare", he wrapped
his arms around her, " two kids ended up in the hospital wing with
tails".
He couldn't help but laugh, " still up for going to the
feast?".
" Of course" she raised her head, " it's Ron's first welcoming
feast as Headmaster, I wouldn't miss it".
" In that case, I better go get
the rugrat" he started towards the door.
" The what?".
He grinned
right before leaving, " your daughter".
During
the days when Harry and Hermoine had classes, Hagrid was more than happy to look
after the four-year-old. And she was just as ecstatic about her visits. Learning
about fascinating creatures, older tales of when Hagrid was a boy (ignoring
those that involved the Chamber of Secrets), and his specialty, stories of when
her parents and godfather (which is Ron) were first students at Hogwarts. Those,
she happened to use in the best ways possible.
On her part that
is.
Hagrid slowly opened the door after Harry knocked. He motioned for
Harry to be silent, then pointing across the cabin to the couch where the little
girl was sleeping soundly under an old, wool blanket.
" She hasn't had
supper" Hagrid informed him of the day as he walked closer to his sleeping
daughter, " went right to playing with Fang. Who knew that old brut had that
kind of energy left in him. Both passed out within quarter of an hour" Harry saw
the old, wrinkled dog asleep by the fire.
" Thanks Hagrid" Harry said
after lifting Ella, her head resting on his shoulder.
" No problem, no
problem at all. How's the teaching going?".
" Hopefully tomorrow will be
a better day" he said before leaving the house.
Surely Ella would want to
go to the feast, despite an empty stomach, she gained every opportunity to do
something with her father in Hogwarts. Over the years, Ella developed into an
adorable toddler. She had Hermoine's hair, which was obvious, and still kept the
heritage of her father's eyes, and facial expressions.
Olivia Daniels was
walking up to the castle just as he was, they were the only ones out there.
Normally, students weren't outside past the hour of four.
" Hello
Olivia" he greeted smiling.
She tried to get a closer look at Ella's
face, " she looks rather young to be first year. What house is she
in?".
Harry laughed, " she's not a student, she's my daughter, she's too
young to be a student yet".
Olivia looked surprised, " you have a
daughter?". He nodded. " I heard that you were engaged to Professor
Granger".
The idea that she knew random, somewhat personal, facts about
him after her second day at the school, kind of worried. " You might want to
hurry up, the feast is starting soon".
By the time Hermoine met
up with Harry at the entrance to the great hall, Ella was awake and ready for
whatever it was they'd be doing. She never cared about details.
Plates
were still empty as the three walked to the front of the hall, to be seated next
to Ron, just has he had ordered. Ron wore the same colored and fancy robes as
Dumbledore did, same hat as well. He looked very serious, when those who knew
him, knew better. The hall tables went silent, waiting for the usual
announcement given at the beginning of each year before the feast.
Ron
stood swiftly, everyone watching him. He loudly cleared his
throat.
" Nothing to say, everyone start eating".
Hermoine
and Harry laughed, it was very well expected from someone like
Ron.
A/N: Alright, this is getting long and its going
nowhere. It's a chapter that just has to be here, but has no meaning. Don't
worry, I have a great plot in mind. So keep reviewing and stay tuned for less
corny chapters.
~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: As headmaster, Ron is trusted with
the most sacred artifact at Hogwarts. He knows exactly what to do with
it.
A/N: The corny chapters end here, I think.
Chapter
Sixteen- Dumbledore's Wand
After the feast, it became a
well-known fact that the first years, and the older students, were extremely
fond of the new Headmaster. Though Albus Dumbledore would never be
forgotten.
" Harry!" Ron caught up with him after dinner, leaving
the hall.
" Hey, Headmaster Weasley" Harry joked, " so much for your
first night, but I didn't quiet understand one part about your speech
there".
Ron raised his arms, " hey, the way I see it, the kids are
starving, they want to eat, they don't want to listen to me. I'll get them at
the last feast".
" You make a wonderful Headmaster Ron" Hermoine said
from standing next to Harry.
" Thank you Herm" Ron lowered his voice,
leaning closer to Harry, " can I talk to you for a second in my
office?".
Harry knew Ron meant something somewhat serious. " Sure" he
turned back to Hermoine, " I'll see you two back at the room?".
Hermoine
knew when to stay out of the guys business. She smiled and left with Ella. Ron
and Harry headed towards this Headmasters office.
It hadn't
changed, not one single detail since the last time Harry was there. Ron closed
the door behind them.
" So, what's up? I'm not fired am
I?".
Ron went pale, " why? What happened? Is there a reason that I have
to fire you?".
Harry reacted to the times Ron jumped, thinking he was
doing something in the curriculum wrong. " Um, no, it was a joke. Just a joke.
What did you need to talk to me about?".
Ron walked up to his desk, Harry
stayed a little further away. " Along with the note Dumbledore left, there was
something else, something I was only suppose to see, no one else is to know
about".
" Then why did you just tell me?".
" You're Harry
Potter, I'm sure he'll understand, especially under the circumstances. I have no
reason to have this in my possession, nor do I trust myself with it. I want to
give it to you, for safekeeping, a major safety precaution on this entire
school. What do you say?".
Unlike is well lit face, Harry had no clue
what to say, " it would really help if you told me what it is that I would be
keeping".
He was motioned to come closer to the desk. When standing at
the other end, Ron pulled the long box from under the tabletop, gently placing
it where it could be seen. Like it was a explosive device, Ron removed the top
cover, revealing the wand. It was pure gold, encrusted with jewels, resting
safely on the cotton bed.
" Dumbledore's wand" Harry gasped.
" One
and only, it has more power than Voldie himself".
Harry looked up at Ron,
" Voldie?".
" It sounds better than Vodermont, don't you
think?".
He shrugged, " you're the Headmaster. But, why do you want me to
take the wand?".
" I have horrible luck with wands, you know that. And
this isn't just some stick from Diagon Ally, all the powers of Hogwarts is in
this wand, and he left me in charge of it! Me! Of all people, me!".
Harry
agreed with the late Dumbledore, " if he left you with so much responsibility,
then he must have had a good reason. He was a bright man, and he wouldn't make
such a decision unless he was absolutely sure".
Ron did seem scared of
the power he now had, " please Harry. With new Malfoys running around and god
knows who else, this thing is in grave danger, no one would know if you had it.
You are the only person I trust, you and Hermoine that is, but she'd scowl at me
for doing something like this".
He couldn't help but agree. " Alright, if
you're sure" Ron nodded in a rapid fashion, " okay, tell you what, I'll keep it
under the window sill, that way if you ever need it, it'll always be
there".
" Okay" Ron nodded, his voice almost cracking again. To think
puberty was over.
Harry stepped off the eagles spiral
staircase minutes later, securing the wands box near his chest under his robes.
He looked in one direction for a clear coast, but the other, he was not as
lucky. None other than Olivia Daniels.
" Olivia, what are you doing here?
You should be in your common room by this time" Olivia had been sorted into the
Gryffindor housing the previous day.
She ignored his question from
authority, " why were you at the headmasters office? You're not getting fired,
are you?".
He hadn't taken it into consideration that she came to the
same conclusion as him (only his was a joke). " Of course not".
" I saw
the Headmaster walk here with you after the feast, I-I was worried that maybe
you were in trouble".
Harry smiled, " Headmaster Weasley and I have been
friends for a long time now, I don't think he'd get me in
trouble".
Olivia sighed with relief, " that's good. There are stories of
how the two of you behaved when you were students here. Like going into the
forest, and the Chamber of Secrets, and.".
" And all the other things you
shouldn't do" he finished for her, knowing that the trials he faced as a student
would be anything but a good influence on the new comers. At least the older
students knew better.
She seemed to have a concrete stare on him. " You
weren't talking about Lord Voldemort with the Headmaster, were you?".
"
What?" never once, aside from Ron and Hermoine, had he heard another student
even dare to say that name. " Olivia, what are you talking about? Why would we
talk about something so terrifying and revolting?".
Olivia shrugged,
beginning to walk past him. " Things change" she said before leaving. She was
not going in the direction of the common room.
Hermoine was
reading, sprawled across the bed reading when Harry returned to the room. Ella
was asleep in the connecting room, and did not hear the door slam.
But it
caught Hermoine's attention, " what's wrong?" she closed the book, sitting
up.
" There is something seriously wrong with that Olivia Daniels girl"
Harry stayed pressed against the door, like he was hiding.
Hermoine had
thought something went wrong with Ron, now that he was Headmaster, their
problems would be more severe nowadays. " Problems? She's just a kid".
"
I've never heard any eleven-year-old talk like that, not even you when you were
her age". She signaled for him to continue. " She was outside when I picked up
Ella from Hagrid, the only student out there. She was walking down the hallway
when I left Ron's office, and she asked if we were talking about
Voldemort".
" Were you?".
Harry shook his head, " no. But she
asked about him in class today, I thought students were terrified of that
demon!".
Hermoine shrugged, " we talked about him like he was any other
guy, well, that's how we mentioned his name. Maybe she's just not afraid, we
weren't".
" She asked if I was going to get fired!" the way he expressed
the comment made Hermoine giggle, he sounded like a little boy again.
She
left the mattress walking over to Harry, still positioned against the door. "
She has a crush on you".
Harry sarcastically laughed, " that's great,
lets make fun of me now. I'm scared of a little girl, so you're going to make
fun of me, that's just perfect".
" I'm serious!" she snapped in a comical
fashion, " I heard her whisper it to another girl in class this afternoon. She
said you were a cute, and very young for a teacher, it's innocent
talk".
" We never had innocent talk at that age" he randomly
commented.
" We were different, very different. You have nothing to be
afraid of, because you're all mine" she had that dark look in her eye that
seemed to match perfectly with her smile.
Lying in bed later into
the night, Harry was the only one awake. No one had ever had certain feelings
for him, aside from Hermoine and Ginny Weasley. But Ginny was his best friends
sister, and he was engaged to Hermoine. He chose to not tell her that Olivia had
asked about their engagement. He tried to not think of it any longer, she was
right. It was only words from an innocent eleven-year-old girl.
Taking
his mind of that, Harry remembered the parcel that was still hidden under his
robes. Without waking Hermoine, he removed the box, quietly placing it under the
boards at the windowsill. Just as he had promised Ron, that it would always be
there.
~ Home for the Summer~
A/N: The character Adrianna was named after
my sister, and her love for Harry Potter. Except, in the story's she eight,
she's six in real life.
Chapter Seventeen-
Obsession
Though Harry was no longer a student, certain
traits of still being one were still lodged in his mind. For example, being late
to class. It was the same thing (except now he was teaching the class) running
down the empty corridor. When making a sharp turn around the corner, turns out
it wasn't that empty. The child he ran into, a girl, dropped all her books and
papers.
" I am so sorry!" he extended his apologizes while helping her
gather the items that fell.
" It's alright, I shouldn't be this
late".
Harry recognized the same brown eyes and dirty blonde hair in a
heartbeat. " Olivia?". The young girl resembled the student in this class, but
seemed a bit smaller.
She moved here eyes away from his, "
Adrianna".
" Oh, I'm sorry, you look very much like...".
Adrianna
rejected his apology this time, " little sister, I'm just her little sister" she
grabbed the book he was holding and took off again.
It was ten
minutes into class, really fifteen if the delay was added, when Olivia, the real
Olivia, came into class.
She swiftly sat down, " sorry Professor, I got
lost".
" It's expected" he looked at her, remembering what Hermoine said
the night before, and tried to ignore it. " I met your sister".
Olivia
arranged the papers on her desk, " worthless brat, shouldn't be here" she
muttered.
" Oh come on guys" he addressed the class, " siblings can be
one of the best gifts in life" Harry wouldn't know, but his two best friends
acted as a sister and brother. " How many here have brothers and sisters?". Many
hands went up.
" How many don't?" a boy in the back row and himself
raised their hands. " Even if they aren't relatives, someone very close to you.
A certain, bond, with you and another person can have more power than you think,
even as children. You'd be surprised what can happen".
The students were
absorbing what he said. Except, Olivia.
" You're only saying that because
you're an only child" she remarked, " you didn't have the option, your parents
died before you two".
Harry took a deep breath, " yes, they did,
but that's not always the case".
" They were murdered".
No
student, besides the ones who were in class with him, ever knew that. The
professors kept the fact as personal as possible.
A Sharp pain dame to
his forehead, the scar. He gently touched it. Suddenly, he remembered being
thirteen, it was only six years ago. When he heard his mothers voice, her dying
screams. Trying to protect her baby son, before she was...murdered.
"
That has nothing to do with the lesson" he silently spoke, she was the only one
that was not shocked beyond belief.
Olivia looked down at her papers, "
why won't you talk about it?" she sounded as though she had discussed the topic
with him before.
He kept his eyes on her, while she pretended to be
writing. Everyone else was waiting for an answer.
" It's a sensitive
subject".
After class, Harry found himself climbing the
spiral staircase next to the eagle. Ron was making paper airplanes from
parchment sheets. One crash- landed next to Harry when he walked in.
"
There's nothing to do!" the new Headmaster claimed.
" Then maybe you can
help me" Harry walked though the room to Ron's desk, " I need to see Olivia
Daniel's school profile".
" That would be illegal of Hogwarts laws" he
sounded well rehearsed, " sorry".
Harry knew he had to be playing with
his mind, " so change the law".
" How?".
" You're the
Headmaster!".
Ron smirked, sitting forward, " I know" he laughed, " I
just wanted to hear you say that". Harry rolled his eyes. Ron picked up his
wand, the one from when he was a student.
" First year, Olivia Daniels"
he tapped the tip onto his desk. An entire written profile appeared on the
desktop. " What would you like to know?".
Harry began to pace in front of
the desk, " um, where does she live?".
" London".
" Is she
Muggle-born?".
Ron gazed downward, " nope, her parents went to school
here, sister does too".
" Adrianna".
" Yeah, how'd you
know?".
Harry stopped pacing, " ran into her, literally".
Ron
smirked, " ain't she a cutie?".
" How is she a first year if she's
younger?".
He tried to hide the guilt creeping across his face, " she had
the puppy dog eyes".
Harry raised an eyebrow, he knew the look. After
all, he was the father of a four-year-old.
" She's eight. And I know they
cannot come until they're eleven, but, she'd different. She started using magic
when she was younger than the rest, so I let her into early admission" he
sounded as though he was on trial, " but anyway, enough about how I could get
fired by the Ministry of Magic. Why do you want to know about these
girls?".
Harry sighed, " it's Olivia. Hermione said she has a
crush on me, but, she's really weird. Even outside of class".
" How
so?".
" Everywhere I go, she's there, except earlier when it was the
sister who looks so much like her" Ron nodded in agreement, " but she knows so
much. She knows I'm an only child, she knows my parents were murdered, not
killed, murdered. And she knows about Voldermort, not Voldie like you got me
saying, Voldermort. She says the name".
Ron sat there, completely still,
compared to Harry's rampage. " So, she's like Ginny?".
" Not in the
slightest bit!".
He shrugged, " she's just a kid".
" An extremely
freaky kid!" Harry snapped, unaware of the names he was using to describe
her.
Ron paused, thinking to himself, but only for a minute at the mist.
" Okay, I have an idea".
" Can you put your wand down first? It's kind of
scary".
Ron did as asked. " Remember how I told you about the reward for
good behavior concept I was working on? Where one student from one of the houses
who has been good all week gets to eat dinner with the teachers?". (meaning,
every month, one student from each house would have been chosen)
Harry
nodded, " yeah".
" Well, what if tonight, even though it hasn't started
yet. I made it Olivia for the Gryffindor house?".
" No offense, but
Olivia Daniels is not the best behaved in Gryffindor (Hermione told him the same
thing). But her sister...".
Ron raised a hand, like Dumbledore did, "
Adrianna was sorted into Ravenclaw. That's the point, it's not really the
reward. If Olivia sat between the two of us...".
Harry jumped to
conclusions, " she won't do anything in front of the Headmaster!".
" But
I'm the cool Headmaster!" he grinned. Harry had no choice but to agree. " If
you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my mid- morning nap".
Like he said,
there was nothing to do.
Harry remained where he was after left the room
through a door in the back of his office.
" Suspicious as you've
always been" the familiar voice from the Sorting Hat spoke from the top of the
book shelves, taking on it's life form.
Harry glared at it, " tell me
something. You've always sorted members of the same family into the same house.
Why not the Daniel's sisters?".
The hat moaned, " children can take on
qualities from either parent, making them different people" it sounded like his
earlier speech in class, " you, however, are identical to your father".
"
What's so different about Olivia and Adrianna?".
" Adrianna is more like
her father, Olivia, her mother. I remember sorting both her parents. Her mother
went into Ravenclaw, but her father, I had no choice but to place in
Slytherin".
He nearly choked, " Slytherin? Why?".
The hat
looked as though he was giving some sort of stern expression at Harry, but it
was always hard to tell.
" I'm not the Question Hat. Some things you'll
just have to find out on your own".
~ Thanks
again guys for all the reviews!~
~ Home for the Summer
A/N: Just a warning, that really has no
reason. This chapter will contain the word ' @$$'
Chapter Eighteen-
Someone Believe Me
The night Ron had planned to invite Olivia to
the faculty table in order to monitor her behavior, she was not in the hall.
Adrianna wasn't either, neither turned up for dinner. On such a random
night.
" We'll just try again tomorrow night" Ron told Harry while the
students and other staff members filed out after dinner.
Hermione looked
at them, " try what?".
" That Daniels girl has the hots for Harry and
it's making him paranoid". Harry nudged his arm.
She giggled, " Harry,
she's eleven, it's an innocent crush, like the one Ron use to have on
Lavender".
" Say what?" Ron's voice cracked at a very high pitch that
echoed off the walls.
Harry ignored the comment, " It's not a crush, and
it's certainly not innocent, it's something else".
" An obsession?"
Hermione suggested.
" No!" or maybe. He felt alone, his best friend and
fiancé didn't believe his suspicion. The only thing remotely close was a
hat.
" Where are you going?" Ron asked after Henry jumped over
the table and started down the empty aisles between the hall tables.
" To
find Olivia".
Ron, Hermione, and Ella watched him leave the hall without
another word, and very determined.
" Want to go watch him get his ass
kicked by a kid?" Ron casually asked.
Hermione lifted Ella into her arms,
" no need to make it worse by watching".
A storm threatening
night made visibility in the corridor more difficult than most nights. Lanterns
flickered the dim light. Harry was still quiet a ways from the Gryffindor common
room, when, there was a scraping sound behind him. He stopped, turning his neck
on an angel. There it was again, louder this time.
" Hermione?". It
sounded like footsteps.
He moved backwards where he already came. "
Ron?".
Still no answer.
Hermione sat on the cushion by the
windowsill, her daughter in her lap. A children's book of Witchcraft fairytales
open in front of them.
She heard a moan, a painful moan, just outside the
door.
Hermione shifted Ella off, leaving her with the book. She stood
close to the door, her hand on the knob. Another moan, like someone was
suffering. Hermione flung the door open in one swift move, wand in
hand.
The only person there, was Harry, lying in the doorway.
" Hi
Sweetie" he grumbled, in obvious pain, and a little dazed.
" Harry! Oh my
god!" she nearly screamed.
Dragging him inside, slamming the door behind
them, she gently sat him down in the light, able to see his injuries. His shirt
was torn from the sleeve and down, a trail of blood following on the skin. The
bruises on the knuckles of his hands matched the deep blue coloring on his jaw
line. There was a deep cut under his left eye, yet, he didn't notice.
"
It doesn't hurt" he commented.
" What the hell happened to you?" Hermione
helped him to sit, thinking maybe he really did get his ass kicked.
Harry
removed his glasses which had a cracked lens, " I don't know, I couldn't see who
it was, I just kept getting thrown against the wall. Like some kind of
force".
She disappeared into the bathroom. Ella, who had been watching
since her mother dragged her father inside, took the long jump from the sill to
the floor, walking over to Harry. Wrapping her little hands around his
arm.
" You have boo boo's?".
Hermione came back with a damp
washcloth and a brown bottle of iodine. " Just a few" he answered.
" Do
you have an idea, who did this? Certainly it couldn't have been
Olivia".
Ella sat herself on his leg. " I sure hope so. I saw some what
of a figure, it was not a litter girl".
Hermione turned the open bottle
over the cloth. " Watch Ella, it doesn't hurt". She placed it against the wound
under his eye.
It stung, and Harry winced sharply, but saw those emerald
eyes watching him. She had scraped her knees every other day, and had been
terrified of the iodine.
Hermione took one of Ella's hands from Harry's
arm to the washcloth, " hold that for me sweetie".
Harry watched her
stand and head for the door, though did not say anything. As her hand reached
for the doorknob, he snatched the want she had dropped earlier. With one word,
it was no longer possible for her to open the door.
" Why did you do
that?" she objected, " we have to tell Ron about this".
" If absolutely
necessary, I can tell him tomorrow".
Hermione tried to door again, " what
about the students? I'm in charge of the Gryffindors, I have to make sure
they're alright".
Harry stood, bringing Ella with him, " no one gets past
the Fat Lady, you know that" with the exception of Sirius Black a few years ago,
but it was different circumstances.
She gave up, went back towards them,
" someone dangerous is in the school".
" And going out there alone at
night is not going to help" he said, " I'll go put her to bed" Harry patted
Ella's back.
But as soon as he said that, Ella screamed, throwing her
clutch around Harry's neck, " no! I don't want you to get hurt".
Hermione
watched his stunned reaction. " It's okay, no one's going to get hurt" he softly
told her.
" Yes they are" Ella cried, burying her face in Harry's
shoulder, " they're going to hurt you daddy!".
Knowing it was not her
usual attempt to get out of bedtime, Hermione stood next to him in less that
three steps. " Who are you talking about, honey?".
" The bad guy is gone,
he won't hurt anyone" Harry said, though not knowing that his attacker could
have possibly been female.
" No he's not" Ella replied through her
tears.
She remained crying for several minutes until crying herself to
sleep. Still with a strong hold, Harry laid down on the bed with her on top of
him.
" What do you think she meant?" Harry whispered, Ella still
asleep on his chest.
Hermione was laying next to them, " I think she was
scared because you were hurt, and she's afraid it may happen again".
But
Harry couldn't ignore how confident his daughter sounded that
night.
Hermione was not to next to him when Harry awoke
in the morning, but he knew she always left earlier on Wednesdays. He talked
with Ella about the event the night before, she seemed to be calm about it.
Maybe it was a cover-up he couldn't see through.
At least that
morning, Harry had a decent amount of time to get to his first class after
leaving Ella with Hagrid, they were thrilled to see each other, and he was
relieved that when she was acting more like herself.
" Feeling
better?" Ron joined him from the lawn as Harry made his way back into the
school.
" Hermione told you" he guessed.
Ron nodded, " I can't
believe something like that happened, I hate to ask, but any ideas on what to
do?".
Harry shrugged, " ignore it?".
" That is a resolution I
would turn to, but not when my best friend gets hurt, that's when it gets
personal. Well, semi-personal, I guess you're involved too".
"
Thank you Ron".
" Well, if something happens to you, I don't know what
I'd do. I would have to start thinking for myself" Ron claimed.
Harry
laughed, " you'd have Hermione".
Ron shrugged, " anyways, I have top
security in every hallway. Trolls, paintings, even Sir Cadagean".
Harry
shuttered, " are you sure that's a good idea?".
Ron glared at him, " it
was either him, or Demontors, I trust there is no more to be said".
Harry
nodded. There was no possibility of him agreeing more, that's for
sure.
There were no students in the classroom when Harry
arrived, there was still another seven-and-a-half minutes until class began (he
was very precise when it came to that). But the room was no empty. Hermione was
there, her back facing him.
" Isn't this enough surprise" he
smiled.
She turned around, now facing him. Her bloodshot eyes blended
with her tear stained cheeks and extreme expression of anger and hate. He was
stunned by the sight.
" What's wrong?" he dared to ask.
Hermione's
lip was trembling, she couldn't find the words to express her thoughts. " Is
this your idea of a joke?" her voice crackled by the emotions.
Harry
didn't understand, " what idea?".
Swiftly, she walked away from his desk,
closer to him. " Look, I didn't want to get pregnant when I was fifteen, but it
happened".
Blast from the past. " I know that, we went through this four-
years-ago".
" So this engagement is nothing more than a fraud to
you?".
" What? Of course not, I would never do that to you!".
She
couldn't bare looking at him, " I had really great news for you, and I was on my
way here to tell you" tears dwelled in her eyes, Harry watched her very closely,
" and instead I find this".
Throwing a crumbled piece of parchment that
had been enclosed in her hand, Hermione brushed past him, out of the classroom.
Harry wanted to go after her, but knew how Hermione was when she was mad. If he
was going to talk with her, he would have to know what had her like this in the
first place.
Harry straightened the paper, smoothing out some of the
wrinkles. He didn't recognize the handwriting, he didn't recognize the words.
Yes this note, was addressed to
him.
Harry,
This relationship would
continue better if you just told Hermione the truth. We wouldn't have to keep
anything a secret, and we wouldn't have to hide our true feelings. Maybe you
don't have to tell her, she doesn't have to know. She doesn't deserve to know.
All that matters, is that you're only mine, and she can live in her own little
fantasy world for all we
care.
Love,
Abigail
He couldn't
believe the words in front of his eyes, in which he had never seen before. It
was fake, the entire note was unreal. But he was the only one who really knew
that. As for Hermione, she thought the love of her life was having an affair
with Abigail Roslyn, the Charms professor.
~ This doesn't
have too much to do with the plot, but it's going to help. Let me know what you
think, and beware, for later chapters.~
~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Nineteen:
Trapped
He had to wait until the students arrived before anything
could be done. Though professors weren't suppose to let their personal issues
interfere with teaching classes, this went beyond the rules.
Harry had
assigned silent studying, then ran from the room with the parchment piece still
in hand. Expecting to find Hermione, but instead, he found Ron
first.
Hermione made it far from the Defense Against the Dark Arts
classroom. Soon enough, the emotions overtook her actions, and she collapsed to
the floor, supporting herself against the wall. She didn't want to believe that
note, still, she felt deceived and betrayed, by the last person she'd ever think
would do that, to anyone. Her tears echoed the hallway along with the light
sound of her engagement ring hitting the stone floor. At the same time, Hermione
didn't know. She didn't know that there was no affair, and Harry was always
faithful to her. She didn't know the note was a scam, never written by an Charms
professor. Someone, just wanted to cause a conflict.
" That is
crossing the line, that is" Ron roughly exclaimed after what Harry had to tell
him, and reading the note, " that's not even Abigail's handwriting".
" I
guessed that much" Harry muttered.
Ron crumpled the note in his hands,
with a sharp expression of anger and revenge, " get Miss Daniels from your
class. I'm sending Pig to her parents immediately, he should be back by the time
you two arrive".
As much as Harry did not think Olivia would have gone
this far, he didn't care. " Ron, I have to find Hermione, right way".
" I
know how you feel, well not really, but she's probably really pissed at the
moment. You need to prove that this is fake".
" It is fake!".
Ron
sighed, " I know, and maybe Hermione believes you as well, but, she many not.
Olivia may never you alone".
Those words, six words, and his mind seemed
to come into place. " I see what you're saying, I'm going to get that
girl".
But when he went back to the classroom, her chair was empty. She
was no longer there, but had been class began.
" Where's
Olivia?".
" Lavatory" Alistair Longbottom answered, " been there for
awhile".
Over the years, Harry no longer considered restriction from the
girls lavatory. Since the polyjuice potion and the Chamber of Secrets, it didn't
matter.
Each cubicle door was closed, Harry walked down the aisle,
checking under every one. Finally, he found two penny loafers.
" Olivia?"
he wasn't too willing to be polite with her. But, there was a chance maybe it
was no her on the other side of that door.
A sharp, startled gasp
indicated that it most defiantly was.
He kicked his foot against the
door. The lock snapped and the wood hit the cubicle wall. Olivia was watching in
pure shock, parchment sheets and quill in her possession.
" You have to
come with me".
Olivia sat calmly in the large chair before Ron's desk.
She looked innocent, but Ron was not the kind of Headmaster whom scared the
guilty students.
" I didn't do anything!" she claimed with a harsh tone
when Ron mentioned a certain message Hermione received that day. " I did not
write that note!".
Harry stood next to the Headmaster's desk, letting him
act upon his duty at Hogwarts.
" Alright, let's forget about the letter
for right now. Do you have an excuse for the other things? Things you've been
saying to Har- Professor Potter?".
Olivia eyed Harry, " what
things?".
Ron also looked over at him, " well, for one thing, about his
personal life.".
" Professor Granger is my Transfiguration teacher" she
interrupted eagerly, " I saw her ring and someone else in the class had asked
about it".
" What about he should not be named?".
She simply
shrugged, " it's not a big deal".
It was very odd. Every student was
horrified, let alone.
" Are you afraid to talk about your father?" Olivia
had asked Harry, making it look like he was the victim for a moment, rather than
herself.
" No" he whispered. She had the look of satisfaction. "
Olivia, all I wanted to know is how you found out about those things and why you
repeated them?" he had asked her calmly and rationally.
She became very
silent, mentally struggling with words that would make sense. And protect her.
But she didn't want to start spinning the web of lies.
Harry tried to
sort out every peculiar detail about Olivia Daniels since the first day. Just as
the thought about asking if he was going to get..
" My sister".
"
Adrianna?" even Harry was surprised to hear the name.
Ron mocked an
eyebrow, " what about her?".
" She's madly in love" Olivia looked at
Harry, " with him".
Harry's expression fell.
As well as Ron's, "
it doesn't make any sense, she's hardly seen him!" he let out the one comment, "
okay, if Adrianna is to blame, why are you the one to act?".
Tears
threatened the girls eyes, " I can't tell you!" she screamed, " I
can't!".
Before either Ron or Harry could try and calm her, another voice
entered the room. It was very faint, almost like a muffled call. A call for
help, it couldn't have been more than two syllables.
While the guys
looked high at the ceiling above the room, Olivia remained still, like she
already knew what was happening.
" Does the school happened to be haunted
and you just didn't tell anyone?".
" Not by a ghost that we can't see"
Ron answered. " Maybe one of them is stuck in the air vents again".
Harry
watched him over to the wall near a bookcase, " stuck? How can they get stuck,
they're ghosts".
" True, but some of them aren't that bright" he pulled
on a very small lever.
" HELP!" a voice shrilled so loud, the three of
them covered their ears immediately. " Help me, please somebody!".
Ron
gazed in the direction of where he knew the vents were, " bloody hell, that's
Hermione!".
Harry had figured that out before Ron, he jumped up on the
desk. " Hermione? What's wrong? Where are you?".
" In the
wall!".
Ron and Harry exchanged glances.
" Okay, why are you in
the wall?" Ron asked.
" I don't know! I'm trapped!".
The boys
exchanged glances. Leaving Olivia alone, they bolted into the corridor, taking
opposite directions. Ron went left, the same direction Hermione had gone
earlier, but he didn't know. Yet.
Without warning, he fell to the floor.
His shoe had slipped on something small and round. When sitting up, Ron
recognized the item as Hermione's engagement ring.
" Bloody hell" he
muttered, " Harry!" he called, " HARRY! HARRY JAMES POTTER!".
Harry came
running up behind him, out of breath, " what?". Ron held up the ring between his
two fingers. " Oh my god" he panted.
Ron stared at the stonewall to his
left, " I think this is the wall she was talking about"
" I think so
too". Harry grabbed his wand, pointing it at the stone. " Openius". Nothing
happened. " Uh oh".
" Wait a second" Ron beamed, " do you still have
Dumbledore's wand?".
Harry rolled his eyes, sarcastically responding, "
no Ron, I sold it on the Black Magic Market". He watched Ron's face turn
horrified, " of course I have it".
He shook it off, " that will do the
trick!".
Harry dissaparated before Ron's eyes, appearing in the room,
directly in front of the windowsill where the loose board was. He struggled with
it for a moment, shaking hands were not helping. As soon as the board had been
removed, Harry reached for the box.
But it was no longer
there.
~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Twenty- The Tunnel
Harry ran back to where he had left Ron, who didn't seem to have moved a step since he left.
" You know you can get back the same way you left" he said.
Harry leaned over onto his knees, breathless, " the wand, is gone".
" So is Olivia".
They continued staring at the wall, like it had some unique characteristic, when really it looked the same as anything else in the corridor. To their unfortunate luck, it wasn't.
" It's all starting to make sense" Harry said, breathing normally, " except, how do we get through?".
Ron nodded, " the whole point of stone is that we don't go through".
Harry kept examining every brick in detail, " there has to be a way".
" Maybe, if we killed ourselves, then we'd be ghost, and could fly through".
He gave him a look saying it was never going to happen, " why don't we leave that to the last resort?".
Ron shrugged, trying to think of a new, and unique, plan. He never failed at that. " The whole point of it is that we don't go through!" he repeated, with much more meaning this time.
Harry snarled at him, signaling for him to make some sort of sense, even if it was Ron.
But instead of saying anything. Ron strolled across the corridor, with Harry watching. " Thanks to Dobby and platform nine and three- quarters". That got his eyes to bulge.
Ron went rampaging towards the wall, like it was the way to the Hogwarts Express. Harry closed his eyes, not wanting to see a repeat before their second year. There was no sound, no thud, no Ron wincing in pain. He wasn't even there when Harry looked.
" R-Ron?" he gaped.
" Bloody hell" Ron's voice boomed in an echo, " I think I found a way in. If I made it through, you will. Mind you, it's rather dark".
Harry took a running start, same way Ron did, though hit dead on, the impact knocking him backwards.
" It's not working!". What if he wasn't able to get through? How come Ron was and he wasn't? Panic rushed through his mind.
" Oh, my bad, I was standing in the way" Ron said, discouraging Harry, " try again".
Keeping his eyes tightly shut as he ran, he felt no obstacle in his path. Pure darkness coated around him after opening his eyes. He had made it through.
" Ron?".
" Right here" the voice was not far.
" Which way do we go?" Harry asked.
He could hear Ron walk being him, " I don't know, I didn't know this passage existed" he stopped, then screaming, " Hermione!".
Harry jerked away.
" Ron, it was a faint scream, very faint, coming from the..
" Left!" Harry exclaimed.
While in that direction, the darkness began to fade with each step, a deep glow was forming. Tiny lanterns, those smaller than the ones in the regular corridors, led down another tunnel at the end of the one they had run into.
" I don't think we should do this" Ron's voice went into it's scared and panicking pitch, " maybe we should go get the Headmaster".
Harry gave Ron a simple stare.
" Oh right, I really have to start getting use to that".
The tunnel was taken with great caution, causing them to bend in the narrow space.
" See, the only person that is meant to fit in here is a little person, maybe a little girl!" Ron accused. Harry didn't respond. " Hey, what's that?".
Not fifteen feet ahead, white light streaked from the crack under a closed door. They approached it at a faster speed.
" Should we go in?" Ron asked, hoping Harry would say no.
But he knew better. " It ends here".
Ron grabbed his shoulder just as he had his hand on the door's rusted handle. Behind them, on the left, almost drilled through the cement, was a hole, about the size of a half dollar coin. Leading into the Headmasters office.
" That must be how they know I had the wand", without really knowing who ' they' was.
Harry placed his hand back where it was. Successfully opening it without any interruptions.
The open areas resembled the Chamber of Secrets quiet frankly, but few precise details indicated that it was not possible. It was smaller, no larger than one of the classrooms. Slowly, Ron and Harry walked inside, the door slamming itself shut with a loud crack. Looking around, the last thing Harry saw was, Hermione.
" Hermione" they both went running, Harry was ahead. She was curled p in the far corner, with her head resting on her knees, looking up when hearing her name.
" No!" she warned sharply, " don't!".
An extreme shot of mind-bending pain bolted to the right side of Harry's forehead (that's where it is in the movies). His scar. The pain was so intense, that he dropped the floor, his fingers over that area.
Ron noticed when he was only a step in front. " That's never good" he said, coming to his side. Hermione didn't move, she seemed strangely distance from him.
A snapping sound took all three attentions to the other side of the chamber, another door. It had been opened, two figures had walked in, but the door did not close like it had done for Harry and Ron. They walked into the lighted area.
Olivia and Adrianna.
" They can't be Lord Voldie" Ron said, " they're kids. He's here I know he is, why else is your scar hurting?".
" We are not Lord Voldermort" Olivia said sharply. It did sound odd, someone as grown as Ron using a name you'd expect form a child, and someone as young as Olivia using the full, horrid name.
" No, we're not" Adrianna added, standing next, though shorter, than her sister.
Footsteps emerged behind the two girls, and they were soon enough joined.
~ Home for the Summer~
A/N: Though she never comes onto this site, I am really sorry for the upcoming chapters, Adrianna.
Chapter Twenty-One: Daddy Voldemort
The hooded figure stood next to Olivia, casting a shadow over its face. Sharp shocks of extreme pain rang through the lighting bolt on Harry's forehead.
Olivia pulled a wand from her robes. " Emendo!" she called, pointing it towards Harry. There was a thin, gold line, and the pain subsided.
Harry stood, helping Hermione as well.
The figure raised it's arms to the rims of the hood, sliding cloth over head. While the three were expecting a gruesome demon, they were surprised at the sight of a middle aged man that you would see in any ordinary day, except for the scar slashed diagonally (A/N: I just noticed that the word ' diagonally' is really ' diagon' and 'ally' put together) across his face.
" Hello Harry" his low voice growled.
Harry twitched, " hello Voldemort" he hadn't said the name in a long time. Especially to the person himself.
Ron eyed the girls, " hey, why not come over here?" trying to get them out of the danger next to them.
Olivia stepped over, holding the mans hand, " no". Adrianna remained still and silent.
Harry bent down, " come on sweetie, you'll be safer".
" We want to stay with our father" Olivia replied.
" Oh..my...god" Ron gasped, " good thing you guys didn't like my idea about that parents weekend".
Hermione panicked, " wait, so Olivia and Adrianna are..your daughters?".
" Yes" Voldemort replied, " even those in the Dark Magic consider having a family".
" It's pitch black where you are" Ron muttered.
Voldemort ignored him, " no need to worry, Harry, Ella is fine, still with the games keeper. This is not another repeat of Draco Malfoy".
" You've been watching us this entire time?" Harry gaped.
He nodded, " there is no one who can get better acquainted with their teachers, then the students. None better than my own children, I knew everything from what you named your first born to where you hid Dumbledore's wand".
Adrianna quivered, staring at Harry with big blue eyes, " I'm sorry, it was me the entire time, I did it all" thinking everything was to be blamed on her.
Harry quickly smiled at her, then shrugged at her father, " why now? It's been four years, and now you want to make another appearance. Why?".
Voldemort took a stroll from his daughters, " you were a powerful child Harry, still are" he would be one to know, " a result from you mother and father".
" How would I know?" the answer was well known, " I can't remember them, it's almost like I never had the chance to love my own parents". Though Harry wondered about the Daniel's girls mother, or whatever their names really happened to be.
" What do his parents have to do with this?" Ron asked impatiently.
" The power in you" Voldemort began, " was to be passed from you and divided among your first two off springs. Together, with their father, with any desire they could defeat every trait in Dark Magic".
Harry had an annoyed expression (not noticing Hermione biting her lip), " Ella's four, she's my only child, more so, I would never do anything that dangerous with her".
" You're only child?" he raised an eyebrow, expressing the word 'only'. He looked at Hermione like they were sharing a secret.
In a way, they were. " That's the news I wanted to tell you" Hermione sighed, " I'm pregnant".
" What?" Harry's expression fell, his eyes widened.
Hermione's cheeks twitched, " I was looking for the right time to tell you".
" Herm, we talked about other places, but this defiantly qualifies as an exception" Ron muttered.
Harry forgot about Lord Voldemort, as difficult as it could me, " you knew? You're my best friend, you're suppose to tell me these things!".
" I asked him not to!".
" My best friend, and Lord Voldemort finds out about these things before I do" Harry claimed.
Ron pointed at the horrible excuse for a man before him, " hey, at least I didn't tell Voldie".
" What is this? ' Don't tell Harry What's Going on Day'?" he sarcastically asked.
" More like ' Don't tell Harry What's Going on Month'" Hermione answered.
Voldemort loudly cleared his throat in hopes to gain their attention.
" Oh yeah, him" Harry commented, sounding like it was a situation dealt with day by day.
" I have only returned for that reason, I cannot take the risk of being destroyed".
Ron laughed, " that just shows how weak you are, Harry stripped you of all your powers before he was able to talk. What makes you think you can kill us now?".
" Ron, you stupid, stupid moron" Hermione muttered, shaking her head.
Voldemort reached into the pocket of his long cloak, removing the gold wand, encrusted with sparking jewels.
" Oh right that" Ron said, " forgot about that".
Olivia snarled, " it has more power than Voldemort himself, you said it yourself, Headmaster".
" No" he snarled in return, " I said Voldie, not Voldemort, you stupid girls".
One wave of the wand, and Ron flew in a rush into the wall behind them, falling to the ground unconscious.
" Thinking about doing that myself" Hermione muttered.
Harry cornered Hermione between himself and the wall, away from Voldemort's path with the wand. For once, he didn't know what to do. His own wand would be completely useless, even as a distraction. The most dangerous wizard in history was standing there, ready to kill him. This time, he may actually succeed.
" I've been waiting eighteen years, eighteen long years".
Hermione took hold of Harry's hand from behind his back, giving it a little squeeze. The wand was lifted only an inch into the air, when.
" Ella, no!".