Guest

godai

Rating: R
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 07/05/2004
Last Updated: 29/05/2005
Status: in_progress

Harry receives an unknowing guest during his summer. H/Hr

Chapters

1. chapter 1

2. untitled

1. chapter 1

Guest

Disclaimer : Harry Potter ain’t mine, I claim no money over this.

Harry Potter was having his best summer so far, about 1 week after he was back in privet drive he was almost enjoying himself. . .Who was he kidding, he was thoroughly miserable. Prisoner of this house with his relatives without contact with the outside world. His only source of information was Dumbledore and that particular source was possibly corrupted. Harry was no foul; his headmaster had kept information from him too long and with dire consequences for all of them. Maybe he was too young in his first year but surely he was ready after the trywizard. No doubt the aging man was still withholding information from him for his personal protection. The worst part of his summer was the dreams caused by either his own mind or Voldemort. He was now at least able to tell them apart when they were true or not. But his nightmares never let up either way unless he used the dreamless sleep draught.

Harry was sleeping that night after a day of studying. After his OWLS he had a summer free of assignments but he still needed to keep his average notes up to par if he wanted to become an Auror. He immediately fell into his dream, this one was from Voldemort, he was a snake again, going towards a normal looking house. These were the worst perhaps, when Riddle decided to play with him and kill muggles this way. When the reptile made it inside the house he immediately remarked one particular picture of a familiar looking girl. Harry panicked : ‘Not her! Anyone but HER!’ those thoughts would seem pretty selfish for anyone but Harry was already too selfless most of the time and if she were to die, he would lose all control over his sanity. The snake eventually made it inside her room, it was easy to make sure since it was full of books, quills and a picture of himself. The snake slithered towards the bed and Harry tried as hard as possible to stop it, by all the ways he could, screaming, parselthoung, anything.

The venomous animal coiled back for a second and was a second from striking when her body disappeared with a soft ‘pop’ as though she had apparated. Harry woke up at that same second to find something next to him.

Meanwhile, outside the house, Alastor ‘Mad-eye’ Moody was looking at what could be fireworks.

“What the hell is happening?” Tonks asked the retired auror.

“It seems Potter is overpowering the wards around this place, the anti-apparition ones at that!” The old man seemed impressed with the boy for some reason. A loud cracking noise was heard forcing them both to block their ears as a complete black-out of the city immediately took place. “Very powerful thing he just did Nymphadora. He overpowered every last barrier to protect him except the natural one from being with his relatives. Dumbledore will have to come and set them back himself tomorrow.”

Inside the house, Harry was looking for his glasses. To say he was curious about his bedmate was an understatement especially since said bedmate was holding him close. He seized them on his bed stand and saw an hint of bushy brown hair, long hair which looked like Hermione’s. After a second of reflexion it WAS Hermione. Harrylooked at her a second and remembered his dream.

‘Maybe it’s one of my bursts of wild magic. Who knows when I’ll get that bloody owl for doing magic out of Hogwarts. The night seemed surnaturaly dark as the only source of light were the moon and the stars. Harry tried to move for a second but Hermione had taken hold of him, she was mumbling in her sleep but Harry didn’t quite catch what it was she said. He sighed, removed his glasses and got to sleep as well.

When his head hit his pillow he understood what Hermione was saying.

“Humm, Harry. . .I love you.” She mumbled.

Harry blushed bright red as he felt very weid all of a sudden, it was as though he could take on a dozen Voldemorts. He could swear he glowed with some sort of feeling, it wasn’t like with Cho. It was different. Hermione actually. . . He didn’t know what it was but he felt like nothing he had ever felt.

For one rare time, his sleep was free of any nightmares but dreams of his future were there. With him, a wife, a beautiful white house and children a boy with unruly black hair and brown eyes and a girl with bushy brown hair and green eyes.

The first thing Hermione felt in the morning was the firm pillow she held and the tangle her legs were in. there was then something rather wrong with her bed. It seemed less comfortable then usual. Then there was the smell, the worderfull smell as though he was here with her. Her pillow smelled especially like him, it almost seemed as though it breathed like him. Hermione opened her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. The room she was in was half full of junk and the other half actually had his stuff. She dreaded looking at the lump next to her but did so anyway.

‘Is this a dream? Am I really sleeping in Harry’s arms?” The said wizard shifted in his sleep. His arm was already being used as a pillow but he moved as such that she was pressed against him. ‘Dream or not this is so. . .right.’ She thought as her own arm came to rest upon his chest. The fog of her slumber was still clouding her mind at that moment and she was content just to stay where she was. Her mind then became more aware of it’s surroundings.

‘Wait a minute! I wasn’t here yesterday and How did I, why did I end up here?’ The logical part of her mind screamed for answers. The sentimental part however didn’t see the situation the same way. It was singing softly in fact just as it entered Nirvana itself. ‘I’m actually sleeping with Harry. Still clothed but in the same bed none the less! His chest is so firm and strong. He’s been working out.’ She shuddered in delight as her sentimental and hormonally boosted side won the argument. She was to worry about that later, now she was to enjoy herself a bit.

Not long after she awoke, Harry did the same. He knew she was there but not that she would sleep so close to him. The fact that he was holding her close didn’t come into his mind at that instant but he did look at her. His eyesight was just good enough for him to see her perfectly and outline her face with a white halo of sheets.

“He. . .Hello Hermione.” He said as he looked at her.

“Hey there Harry.” She answered with a heavy blush. She was under the covers but her night clothes weren’t the most modest ones she owned. “I believe you may know about why I’m here.” She asked him as her logical center retook control.

“Well. . . It’s like this, I was having one of those dreams, you know where Voldemorts shows me things and he made me see what one of his servants was doing. It was in a muggle residential area and. . .it was your house to be precise. The snake went up to your room and was about to bite you when you disappeared only to appear in here, next to me.” He finished his explanations and looked at her awaiting the questions.

“I suppose this was one of your wandless magic episodes. But haven’t you been working on Occlumency at all?” she asked as it hit her.

“I have, I can tell true visions from lies and dreams now but I still have a ways to go..” He told her truthfully.

“Ok then Harry, I suppose the watchdogs outside will want to take me home once they see me in here.” She said as she started to move to get out of bed but Harry wouldn’t have it for a minute.

“Oh not you don’t, you are not leaving this bed until I say so Ms Granger!” Hermione looked at him for as second and started softly laughing as she got back to her previous position next to him.

“You know how corny that sounds?” She asked.

“Yes but I don’t care about corniness, I want to hear all about your summer and what you know of our world.” It was almost an order but Hermione complied immediately. In short she knew even less then him on some isues but more then him on some others. Dumbledore had given him the information he desired about the attacks while Hermione was at her parents house. She was more up to date with the Weasley family though. Ginny and Dean were through and she was dating Neville who had almost a heart attack every time any one of her brothers were within striking distance. The twins had decided to use him as their test dummy full time when they weren’t working. Ron was still single and was training hard to keep his instincts as a keeper and little things like that. There was still no real sign of Percy but he had sent a letter to his parents who seemed to approve the choice he made in it. She didn’t know what but Ron didn’t either.

Just as she was about to tell him about her summer a soft poping sound barely audible announced a visitor.

“Why Hello Mr Potter, I didn’t expect to see Ms Granger here as well though. Did something happen for this little reunion to occur?” Dumbledore asked as he summoned a chair. Harry retold the story from A to Z not sparing any details while both Dumbledore and Hermione listened.

“I see, so it would seem I was right in moving Hermione’s parents to a safer location.” He poundered out loud. “I believe Mr Potter informed you of the attack on your house or that you just learned of it Ms Granger and The order was able to pull your parents out of there just in time. It seems, however, that Mr Potter made the big save first. They have been moved towards a secure spot provided by us until such a time where Voldemort won’t try to attack them. You however, cannot rejoin them for the time being. We believe Dolohov may have placed a temporary curse upon you to track you.” Dumbledore said.

“I. . . I have to leave then?” She looked dreadful as she said those words.

“Not at all Ms Granger. You see, this house is the best protection for a lot of reasons. First, it houses the highest ranking student in defence against the dark arts Hogwarts ever had since someone called James Potter. It also has wards against such detection charms, apparition and unforgivables like in Hogwarts and there are. . .other reasons that even IO cannot tell you about.” Dumbledore said with his spark in his eyes.

“Are you hiding something Professor?” Harry was frowning at his mentor who smiled at him.

“Not exactly Harry, this is more like something you will have to figure out yourself and you probably already know it on the subcounscious level.” Dumbledore had his sparkle shining brighter then ever as he looked at his pupil who was still holding Hermione.

“On another note, I have taken the liberty of taking your results for your OWLS personally for the both of you. You may open them once I’m gone and discuss it. I hope you have a good day and bid you farewell.” The headmaster bowed as he dissapparated from the room with barely a sound.

Hermione looked at the letter in her hands as though it was just a dream. She thrived on schoolwork and expected results.

“Shall we?” Harry asked, looking at his own letter like it was a burning temptation. He half expected only D or worst T for troll, the worst note possible. Harry read his results with shaking hands.

Ministry of magic, board of education

OWL results for : Harry Potter

Charms: O

Potions: O

Defence against the dark arts: Outstanding Achievement

Herbology: E

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Astronomy: A

Transfiguration: O

Divination: T

History of Magic: E

Average: E

Number of OWLs: 9

NEWT program: Auror training

Recommended classes: Advanced DADA; Advanced Transfiguration; advanced charms; advanced potions; mediwitch basic first aid; Dueling; basic Dark arts.

Note: accepted in Auror training program. We await confirmation by the 25th of august.

Harry had to read the letter three times to make sure he wasn’t dreamoing. He had O in potions!

“Is it that bad Harry?” Hermione asked from beside him. She had a wide grin as she waved her sheet.

“Not bad, incredible! I have O in potions!” He was still gawking at his sheet of paper when Hermione took it from his hand and passed hers to him.

Ministry of magic, board of education

OWL results for : Hermione Granger

Charms: O

Potions: O

Defence against the dark arts: O

Herbology: O

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Astronomy: O

Transfiguration: O

Ancient Runes: O

Arythmancy: O

History of Magic: O

Average: O

Number of OWLs: 11

NEWT program: Mediwitch

Recommended classes: Advanced Herbology; basic mediwitch first aid; medical stage; Advanced potions; advanced care of magical creatures; Advanced Charms; Advanced Transfiguration.

“Hermione! Congratulation!” Harry exclaimed, there was no note for her to confirm yet but maybe she never asked for this one in particular while Harry had done so.

“You’re the one who needs them Harry! I’m so proud of you! But now we’ll have to work even harder to keep these for the Newts!” She had a fire in her for studying.

“I’m already on it, Dumbledore got me the sixth and seventh year DADA books and some other titles I asked for.” He motioned to the pile of books on the floor with a notebook opened with DA meeting number 4 written on it. “I’m also keeping up the DA, it’ll be open only to who we want and the room of requirements is still ours. Dumbledore just asks that we have him look at the class plans we make.”

Hermione looked at the book for a minute as Harry took his glasses and cleaned them with the sheets.

“Quite good Harry, you cover a lot of theory in these and we still practice quite a lot.” She said as she examined his plans.

“I also arranged for a guest lecturer. I want to have Moony come to talk about lycanthropes, when they are dangerous or not. Why some are dark creatures while others are victims. You know the drill I believe.” Hermione nooded at this. Every member of the DA knew of Lupin.

“We should include some new people too, some fourth year would help keep the DA alive when we leave. I don’t think this should go to waste when we get to our seventh year.” Harry nooded at her as he took out a second letter from the envelope.

“Oh my god. . .Hermione, I’m a prefect!” She looked at him and at the badge in his hand and then at the letter.

Mr Potter

It came to my attention that after last year it was your wish to be treated as though nothing was different about you. At the time I gave prefect duty to your two friends I believed it was in your own best interest but every man makes mistakes in his life and when one believes he is doing the right thing the mistakes are even greater in proportion. I believe this may seem special but you have earned this badge and office through your hard work and efforts.

As a prefect, you are to be an exemple for your fellow students in that you may not abuse your position or break rules. Your precise duties will be explained by the head boy and girl in the train ride. On another note, due to recent events at the ministry of magic, you are now authorised in the use of magic outside the school for the purpose of either training or defending yourself.

A good day to you.

Albus Dumbledore.

Hermione gapped at him. Harry was hardly a model for prefect in the aspects of rules but he was the Griffondor model. Unruly, courageous and daring.

“Oh my god! I . . . I don’t know what to say Harry.” There was an hidden message in this letter that only Harry and Dumbledore understood but Harry had a genuine smile upon his face. He took the pin and looked at it.

“I guess we just have to get up and get changed. I’ll take the bathroom. I need a shower anyway and I should be there when the Dursleys see you. It could get ugly.” He got up, not really caring about his lack of decency, and took some of Dudley’s old clothes and his wand before leaving.

If Harry didn’t exactly care about his attire, Hermione saw it quite clearly. She blushed hard while trying not to look at his lean and slightly muscular form. She failed miserably and thought once he leaved.

“What am I going to wear anyway?” She asked out loud. There was no way she would wear some of his run down clothes but maybe one of his Weasley sweater and his pants of his school uniform. She looked at his trunk for a second to find all she needed until she could get a hold of a member of the order to get clothes more fitting. The sweater was a little tight across the chest and the pants a bit too long for her but she was decent at least. Hunger then clung to her. She needed food and fast. The joys of teenage hood. Harry came back five minutes later finding Hermione leafing through one of his books.

“Are you fancying becoming an unregistered animagus?” He asked as she looked at him.

“You are trying aren’t you Harry?” All he did was nod as he took his pin and put it on his collar. “Are you trying to become a Percy?” She asked but all he did was grin like a fool at the badge.

“I’m not, I just think the Dursleys will be very annoyed since I’m a prefect.” He exclaimed as he got out of the room. “Come on, let’s go eat, we’ll become animagi later if we can.” He opened the door and made for her to follow.

When they made it down the stairs, Hermione was quickly spotted by Dudley who was up and eating his breakfast. His status as regional boxing champion gave him some privileges at Smeltings so he could become a real whale instead of a baby whale. He also thought of himself as dashing and handsome. Hermione saw him and almost lost her appetite, too much fat.

“Hey, Potter! Who might this be? I’ll bet you she sneaked into your room and you had to pay her for it! Had it been me she would have just. . .” Dudley never finished his sentence. He was shocked to see himself halfway through the ground with his legs passing through the floor. His implications had made Harry quite furious at his cousin. As though Hermione, the purest and fairest of all witches would EVER lower herself to accepting money to do things with a man! Harry took hold of enough food for the both of them and retreated to his room with Hermione on hot pursuit.Once inside Harry let out some of his steam and calmed down until his uncle tried to burst into his room. The Squeels coming from Dudley and the attack repeated by Vernon on the door made Harry lose some of his calm.

“Harry, just use a silencing charm and a locking curse on the door. Harry quickly did so and peace reigned upon the room.

“I’m really sorry about this Hermione. They are horrible even by muggle standards and Dudley is a prat. You shouldn’t have to stay here and suffer with me.” He looked sheepish and Hermione looked crossly at him.

“Now while I agree I didn’t exactly arrive in the most conventional way and that I’ll miss my parents you have to accept the fact that I’m here for better or worst Harry Potter and that there is no way for you to control your . . .relatives.” She said the word with such disgust that Harry didn’t dare protest. The use of his full name meant for him to accept his fate and he knew it. “Now tell me what you have studied so we can start early.” The discussion went to school work and their expectations for their NEWTs and the general year.

“How about we try those animagus exercises?” Harry asked her out of the blue.

“Well. . .it’s rather dangerous but. . .ok.” She agreed with himrather reluctantly and he took out his book on the process.

“First of all we need a potion.” She read just as Harry took out two flasks of bright orange liquid.

“Made them myself. There’s one for Ron when we see him.” He said as he gave her one flask. “I had Mundungus get me the ingredients under the seal of secrecy. We just have to drink it one at a time and our animagus form should come out for only a second.”

Hermione nooded.

“You go first Harry.” He nooded and swung his flask in one shot trying to forget about the taste.

“Ew, BURRP!” A cloud of green smoke came out of his mouth and expanded to cover the whole room. It took shape and Hermione gasped as the draconic aspect of the cloud became clear. A winged lizard which breathed a bit of fire before it dispersed.

“sorry. . . “ Harry apologised for his maners while Hermione recovered.

“My turn I suppose. . .” She took a swing and instead of a bleach she hiccupped with the same green smoke rising out of her nose instead. The shape solidified instantly and took the shape of a pure white winged horse. A Pegasus which rose in the air gracefully. She stared at her own animagus form in awe. It was awesome.

“Now comes the hard part, we’ll have to practice.” He said as he read the next paragraph.

“I suppose once a day is enough.” Hermione asked him and he nooded.

“Yeah, not more or we’ll exhaust ourselves. Do you fancy a walk around the town? I suppose Moony and Tonks will go mad with worry but I need to move anyway.” Harry stated.

“I need to talk to one of them to get me some clothes. Yours are fine but mine would be better.” She said with a blush. She was hiding how comfortable she felt in his sweater. Harry smiled at her and got up.

“Let’s go then Ms Granger.” He extanded his left arm to her and she seized it with her left one. He lifted the charms around his room and leaved the house swiftly.

2. untitled

Guest

Harry Potter shall never be mine or I'd be Harry Potter himself. I'd be stinking rich and would use curses on my own sister just to annoy her.

Chapter 2

It was quite a nice summer day outside. Harry and Hermione were just out the door when Moody appeared in view with his bowler hat hiding his eye.

“I should have know your little outburst of power last night was related to hormones or something Potter. At least Dumbledore should double the guard around here with a little luck.” He grumbled as he walked to a more secluded place to apparate.

Harry strolled to a precise point near his aunt's not so perfect garden and crouched as though he was weeding. Hermione did the same and they were pulled into a large four rooms tent.

“Why Harry! When I saw the fireworks last night I didn't believe Moody when he was talking about hormones but now. . .” Tonks teased

“Well. . .Harry, we may need to have a bit of a TALK although I'm not the best for this.” Lupin looked mean fully at Harry.

“Don't even think about it Moony! I just had too much of a realistic nightmare and panicked with good reasons too. Hormones have nothing to do with any of this and the talk you think about was given in my 6th primary year as well as by Mrs Pomfrey.” Harry countered.

“What fireworks Tonks?” Hermione asked the metamorphmagi who was trying to find the right hair color for going out on patrol.

“When Harry transported you last night he overpowered several layers of protection added to the ones already there through sheer will and power. I'm surprised the place remains safe at the moment. Dumbledore had to come and set them back himself!” She exclaimed while looking at Harry. “It also caused the electrical network of this whole town to shut down for the night.”

Harry looked at him with some apprehension, he already felt pointed out most of the time and was wondering if this was anything else he just had others didn't.

“Yeah, just an overload of power. Emotions are a powerful tool Harry and well used they can augment the power of a spell exponentially.” Lupin continued. “I remember your father being able to do the same thing once in a while but he just shrugged it off to some sort of cosmic chaos theory that whenever a Slytherin was getting on his nerves it was divine providence that made sure they were hurt all over.”

“You mean his father could do that as well? Like an inbred capacity?” Hermione asked.

“Yes.” Tonks answered. “Old wizarding families and some muggleborns have old secrets buried in the sands of time. Each have either some sort of hidden potential or sometimes a secret only passed to the eldest on his coming of age. The Weasleys have one but it's well hidden, The Potters have incredible potential hidden in them, and the Malfoys always flaunted their gift without telling what it is.” She took a deep breath. “I'm a metamorphmagi, the first one in the family, but my children will have the ability to become one and their children as well.”

“I understand but why does Harry have that much power if he can't control it?” Hermione asked.

“With every secrets, there are repercussions Hermione. Some parts of the secret have been lost to our world for a very long time. Harry, you have power but lack the control to use it efficiently that's all.” Lupin answered “I believe we told you more then enough. Dumbledore may be the only man alive with a clue to how to control your powers Harry and that's because he's the oldest man in this world.”

“I think I understand.” Harry answered `I'll see what I can get out of him next time we meet.' He thought at the same time.

“What are you here for anyway? You know you can't exactly disappear like that.” Tonks asked, deriving the conversation.

“I need some of my things from home. You know, clothes, sleeping bag, pillow . . .girl stuff. . .” The last was said in a tiny little squeal as she blushed. If she stayed with Harry that long she would have to worry about her time of the month sometime and Harry wasn't equipped for such problems.

“I'll go get them this afternoon.” Tonks said.

“I could go right now.” Lupin argued.

“Please, those matters need a feminine touch.” Hermione muttered as Harry looked puzzled a bit.

“You don't want to ask Harry.” Lupin stated as he understood the hidden meaning.

“Why do I have the feeling I'll never understand women?” Harry asked the older man. Lupin shrugged in resignation.

“Don't ask me. I never understood and probably never will. I'll bet even Dumbledore doesn't know what goes on in their head.” He stated before they both sighed in defeat.

“If a man was ever to understand us ladies the world would be a much better place to live in!” Tonks interjected.

“I must agree with Ms Tonks here. Either a better world or at least make for an intelligent male.” Hermione added.

“Before we're compared to dirt, me and Hermione are going for a little walk around town. Did you get authorisation from professor Dumbledore?” Harry asked the pair.

“Yes, training starts tomorrow at 6 am sharp with Moody. Be prepared to sweat and suffer. . . He was my drill instructor at auror training and it wasn't exactly pleasant.” Tonks explained.

“Thanks Tonks. We're off then, see you later.” He dragged Hermione out of the room

Once outside on the sidewalk, Hermione looked thorn between asking or waiting for Harry to tell her.

“You want to know what this was about, don't you.” It was more of a statement then a question and Hermione knew it.

“Yes but. . . If you don't want to tell me. . .” she answered.

“It's all right, you'd know tomorrow anyway.” He sighed for a second before looking quickly around. “Let's go to the park to talk, there should be almost no one there anyway and it concerns school related things.”

Hermione nooded and they walked in silence with Harry leading the way. Dudley's gang wasn't out at such an early hour and neither were most children. The swings had been repaired during the winter and Dudley hadn't broken any yet. Harry sat on one and Hermione followed his lead and sat on the one next to him.

“There are some. . .things Dumbledore told me last year that. . .I cannot tell anyone yet. So maybe some of what I'm going to say won't make much sense but if you will listen.” He was asking her something more then he was answering her questions at this point. He needed to confide in someone even a part of his burden.

“I'll always be there for you Harry, you don't need to worry about that. I'm listening.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Last year, I learned why Voldemort wants me dead. . .I can't tell you why but it's either swim or sink in my situation.” Harry took a deep breath. “I asked the people coming over to keep an eye over me for training in any field they may help me get stronger over the summer. I don't have a choice in the matter really but I feel trapped. It's either him or me, Dying or becoming a murderer. IT'S NOT FAIR!” He screamed to the sky before his body was overcome with sobs.

“Harry. . .We should have known that. This is a war we are fighting and we'll all do so in our own way.” She looked at him. He was now off the swing and he moved to face her. He almost fell on her as he started crying on her shoulder.

“I. . .You shouldn't have to fight. When you were unconscious during our little. . .raid last year. . .I almost burst like I did last night. . .I couldn't bare to lose you Hermione. . .” His body was racked with sobs as he let go of a part of his burdens right there.

When he finally managed to calm down, they went back to 4 privet drive in relative silence. Once in the relative security of Harry's room. He took out a particularly ancient tome.

“What is this book about Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It's the book containing the ancient spells my mother used to protect me. I think this may be my last summer in Privet drive from what I read.” He said “I think I'm lucky or rather unlucky the wards didn't give way sooner.”

“What do you mean Harry? The blood of your relatives protects you, why should it dim?” Hermione asked as she leafed through the basic spells and frowned. “I can't read any of this! Those runes are more then ancient, they are almost prehistoric!”

“The reason I believe this is my last summer is simple. I'm sixteen at the end of the month.” He stated. “Back when those spells were made, people became adults when they hit their 16th birthday.”

“I still don't see the. . .A mother's love saves her child but when the child becomes an adult, no longer may the mother's love protect him!” She almost exclaimed. “Brilliant Harry, that spell must have been made to protect the children from harm during the middle ages or even before, back when Muggles and wizards lived together!”

Hermione began hypothesising about the origins of the book and the various spells inside while Harry read a book on apparition. Dinner came and went while they read with sandwich Harry made on the spot. Hermione now had a book about the basic housekeeping charms while Harry was concentrating upon occlumency. Both went to supper at the very least and were widely ignored by the Dursleys. The conversation was quite pleasant to Harry though.

“Anyway Hermione, what do you think of my course plans for the DA?” He asked her.

“Quite good but you should include from third year and up, maybe put Ron in charge of the first and second years. They may not be up to par but they need to learn the basics fast I believe.” She answered.

“Yes, but Ron? Why not Luna while we're at it. . .I got it! Ron and Luna! I'm sure she'll have a crumble horned Shorlack (typo?) by then to show them!” Harry told her but she just rolled her eyes.

“We'll be a lot more this year Harry. You know how things are in Hogwarts. The rumors about our little escapade hasn't left anyone cold. We'll have to dispatch some of our workload.” She said sternly. The Dursleys were quite unsettled by their current guest who was talking about magic as easily as she breathed.

“You're right, with my little part as a prefect I'll have a lot more to do. What do you think of studying the Aegis shield spell on the fifth meeting? I was thinking of doin g so first but I want to revise the Patronus first.” Harry was beaming while the Dursleys were almost quaking in their corner of the table.

“Yes and we can even practice here since the house is unplottable.” Hermione had done it, the bit about the practice of magic had just sent aunt Petunia unconscious.

“Oh let me help! I know how to get her up!” Hermione was either a great actress or she was too innocent to think of the reaction of the Dursleys. Harry knew the truth, Hermione was quite diabolical when she wanted and if you ask Rita Skeeter she should be able to get you a couple of swear words about her that you didn't know about. Like Ron said in their first year, they really have a bad influence on the girl. “Enervate” she used the spell to wake the unconscious on Petunia who screamed at having a wand pointed at her point blank. It took all of Harry's will not to laugh to death and drag Hermione to his room. Once there, he exploded in a loud fit of laughter.

“You don't know how long I waited to do something like this!” He calmed down a little as Hermione chuckled.

“We should get to sleep though, I suppose I'll just find myself some covers.” She said.

Harry waved his wand in the air to transfigure some of Dudley's junk into a mattress, a pillow and some satin sheets.

“You take the floor mattress, I'd be gallant and let you have the bed but the floor is probably even more comfortable then it is.” Harry made the bed with another wave of his wand.

“Oh, Tonks put my things up here already!” Hermione exclaimed. She took a look at the content and took out some clothes that she made sure remained hidden from Harry.

“Hey, you going for a shower?” He asked as he used a second charm to redesign the room differently. It now was as large as the Gryffondor common room.

“Y. . .yes, I am. Just get to work on your occlumency before you go to sleep.” She tried to sound stern but her voice was almost squeaky from embarrassment.

“Yes mom.” He had no idea just what his previous question had sparked within Hermione but she seemed even more self conscious then ever.

The second Hermione was out of the room with all she needed, Harry took position next to the bathroom door. He wouldn't let his relatives near her and least of all Dudley. His behemoth of a cousin would be quite capable of peeking on Hermione. After a few minutes, the rhythmic sound of cascading water stopped and after a ruffling of clothes Hermione came out of the small room.

“Harry! Did you need to use the bathroom?” She asked the the speechless teenager.

Harry almost had to pick up his jaw from the floor, Hermione was wearing only a towel and it showed quite enough of flesh for his imagination to wander just slightly.

“Harry? Are you alright?” Hermione just couldn't fathom why he was looking at her like that, Harry was staring up and down at her in the corridor of his uncle's house. She finally decided to take matters in her own hands and drag him to his room. It almost seemed like he was ogling her.

“Turn around Harry, I forgot my night clothes.” Harry did as instructed but he had a mirror right in front of him. He was too late to close his eyes and he got a full view of Hermione's lacy underwear. He was stunned, he was sure he had a goddess under his roof and that she was changing in front of him. None of his muscles would move and his jaw was probably dislocated. Hermione turned around once she shed her towel to find the mirror and Harry staring with a look of shock in his face. She went from embarrassed, to self-conscious, to slight anger and back to embarrassed.

“HARRY! CLOSE YOUR EYES!” She screamed pulling him out of his shock and he immediately closed his eyes.

“Sorry, I just. . .you're just. . .I er. . .” He was stuttering uncontrollably with his eyes closed. He wanted to justify himself but it was impossible for him to do so all of a sudden. He felt scared of Hermione's reaction. If he told her he found her beautiful, stunning or even worst. . .sexy she would react maybe outraged, or angry, enraged at him for thinking like that. Maybe it would ruin their friendship or worst, she could feel the same way about him and. . .Harry shook the thought out of his head when Hermione called for him.

“You can open your eyes and turn around. Now explain why you were outside the bathroom staring.” She had her McGonagal voice and no one ever questioned that voice.

“I was. . .er, guarding the door from Dudley just in case and. . .when you came out in only a towel. . .I don't know, I guess I froze, you were the one who told me to turn around while you changed and, with the mirror, you can guess I was stunned at seeing you with only. . .er. . .” He looked at her, she was shaking from either fury or something else.

“Am I that repulsive?” She asked “as to make you freeze from my sight?” She was positively crying now, quietly but Harry felt a pang of guilt. She had misunderstood and he was positive anger would be better then grief for her.

“No way Herm !” He exclaimed. “You are stunningly beautiful, I mean you looked so. . .so. . .stunning that it went as far as to stun me better then a stunning curse! I guess seeing you in underwear that lacy must have overridden my thought process. I just froze seeing you so. . .” He almost qualified her of being sexy but his point had broken through. Hermione was now hugging him and had stopped the damage.

“Thank you Harry.” She let go of him a little and they looked into each other's eyes. They were drawn to one another for a second but Harry cut the contact, scared of what he might do.

“I. . .I guess we should get to bed now.” He stammered as he climbed into the bed. Hermione went to her own mattress on the other side of the room. She looked at Harry already on his bed and decided to levitate her own bedroll towards his position.

“What are you doing Hermione?” He asked her from his bed.

“Moving my bed, enlarging your room won't make me go away and if you have anything to say about me sleeping near your bed then suck it up.” She said as the bed settled in it's intended place. She slipped between the covers and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. “night Harry.” Were the last words she muttered.

“Night Hermione.” Harry said as he fell into the blissful slumber.

The second Harry was asleep, his mind started spinning with various images for a couple of minutes as though he was under attack from the legilimens but the possibility was minimal, the images were not from any of his memories and they finally settled for a scenery from the middle ages or some time similar.

“Whoa, what a dream this is.” He exclaimed.

“Yes, a dream. That's probably as close as you're going to get for a definition Harry but this is more like a vision.” A feminine voice said behind him. Harry reached for his wand but drew a sword from a scabbard at his hip instead.

“Put that toy back boy. I'm not your enemy. My name is Lina Inverse and I'm your new sorcery teacher.” She stated proudly.

This is the end of the second chapter. I have every intention of giving Harry Hermione and Ron a lot of raw magical powers which means Voldemort and some of his followers will as well. Not to worry, I intend for the cross over part not to be too extensive.

I thank my reviewers and hope for more reviews, it's the only form of retribution I get and it's merely self gratifying.

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