Okay sorry this took so long but all my school work was catching up to me, I was planning to have this up a few days ago, but it's here now, sorry for the wait.
Okay this is another one of the nothing much chapters, there is a little bit of fluff but do there you go.
I promise the next chapter actually has important stuff in it.
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Chapter 6 - More Stuff
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After Dumbledore left, Harry and Hermione made their way to their sanctuary for the last time together. Everything had been sorted out; Harry would leave for Hogwarts tomorrow at 10.30 via Floo Network, he would have the next two days to himself to settle in and begin on some of the books that awaited them. Hermione would join him in two days and that afternoon their lessons would begin. They would each be given their timetables and they would get every Sunday off to recuperate and relax. Then, three weeks before school was to go back, they would go to Diagon Alley with Tonks, Kingsley and Mad-eye to get the things they needed.
Once they were seated by the fire, Hermione leaning slightly on Harry's shoulder, did he break the silence.
"I'm sorry about how I acted earlier. I just overreacted." Harry murmured trying to close the small rift he had caused with his outburst.
"Harry it's fine. But we should have told you sooner." Hermione countered, smiling up at him, amazed how easily she could lose herself around him, she felt so at ease.
"This is going to be kinda strange, with you two dating and all. I guess we won't be as much of a trio any more."
Harry's voice sounded forced, as if talking about something he didn't want to face.
Hermionne pulled away from him, staring into his eyes clearly confused. Then it hit her
"I'm sorry Harry. I forgot we never got to finish our conversation earlier, did we?"
She was grinning at him, clearly already knowing the answer to her question.
"Ron and I broke up, that's why I was so upset before."
With that she pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Silly." she murmured, as somewhere in the back of her head she wondered why
she was no longer upset by the thought of her relationship with Ron.
"So what happened with the two of you?" Harry asked, once again at ease.
"Well it was fine. Mostly just light stuff, he'd get upset by the fact that I always nagged at him, and um… well, lately he'd been." Hermione flushed red at the thought of what she was about to say. This only added to Harry's interest.
"Yeah," he prompted, "What? Was he trying to push you?" he asked, hoping the answer was no because he had no idea how he could deck his best friend for trying to push his other best friend.
"No, nothing like that," Hermione gave off a slight laugh, "We never did any of that. He, um… he was jealous of you."
She had to fight off a laugh at how silly it sounded.
Harry just shook his head, "Why do I think that every guy you date is destined to be jealous of our friendship?"
He laughed in good nature but privately wondered why the thought of his best friend with another guy made his stomach clench.
Slowly, the conversation died down to a comfortable silence and Harry was left to remember what had happened before Dumbledore came to see them. Hermione too, seemed to be thinking of this as she placed a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"Harry," she began warily, as if what she was about to say scared her more then life itself, "Why did you never tell us about what happened?"
Harry looked at her stunned, "I did."
"No you didn't, not really. You never told us `what happened.' You only ever told us the, well you never actually told us that much."
Harry looked away from Hermione, unable to meet her innocent eyes, "You saw it. Didn't you? You saw what happened."
Hermione managed a weak smile, "Yeah, I did." She whispered.
"God, Hermione." Harry folded her into his comforting embrace, "I never wanted you to have to deal with those things, I never wanted you to have to have to live through the things I've seen." he whispered, running a hand along her back and through her hair.
Hermione waited for a minute before pulling back, tears prickling her eyes.
"Harry I saw it all, everything. I had no idea. Did you ever think that maybe I was tired of watching you risk your life again and again because of things you never understood. I'm sick of having to watch your innocence being destroyed by Voldemort, so sick of it! I want to be there with you, fight with you, you shouldn't have to go through this alone."
As Harry stared at his best friend, he saw the tears being released from her eyes, and suddenly was consumed with sadness, "Mione, I don't want you to have to have to do the things that I have to do…"
Hermione cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, "I don't care! We're in this together now, until the end. I just found out I have this power and you expect me to sit around while you go off and nearly get yourself killed!"
Harry resigned himself with a small nod and began tell her everything he remembered from the last four years, he didn't even notice her breath catch in her throat when he was telling her about Quirrell
When at last his story was finished, Hermione was curled up with her head resting in his lap.
"So, anything about you that I should know about?" he asked half-heartedly.
If Harry felt her stiffen for a second, he showed no sign of it. Instead he removed his jacket and folded it into a ball as he lay down next to Hermione and slipped his jacket under their heads as a makeshift pillow.
That night Harry had the best night sleep he had had in weeks. As he draped an arm protectively over Hermione, he tried to deny the logic his mind was following.
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The next morning when Harry awoke, he looked down to find Hermione huddled against his chest and breathing deeply. Unwilling to disturb her, he slowly pried her arms from his and silently left the room. All his things were ready. He had dealt with that yesterday. There were only two things left to do. Harry chose the easiest first.
So, determined to do what he must Harry set off to his first destination. He approached the dark entrance to Sirius' room and for a second faltered in his step. He was about to turn around and leave when a picture of Hermione sleeping peacefully in front of the fire rose to his mind and he knew instinctively that she would want him to do this.
Renewed, Harry continued to the dismal room. Only the thought of Hermione was keeping him on track.
'I have to do this,' he thought to himself.
Harry came to a stop in front of a large ebony door. It was intricately carved to show a picture of a man's face being consumed by sharp vines. Harry shuddered at the picture, so like the rest of the house. Noticing that the door was slightly open, Harry raised a hand as if to push the door. But when his hand came within two inches of the dark wood, the door moved slightly. Harry stopped. So did the door. He pushed again. The door moved. With one great shove the door swung open to reveal a room identical to the others in its dismal decor. This one however was larger and had a slight sense of being well lived in.
Harry looked around the room for Sirius, expecting to see a dark figure somewhere. However the room was eerily quiet. Harry was about to leave the room and search somewhere else when a massive black shaggy dog collided with his narrow form and pushed him to the ground.
Harry knew who it was but the sight of a massive dog standing over you and baring his teeth was disconcerting. Harry was about to say something when quite suddenly the dog started licking his face affectionately. Laughing, Harry tried to push the dog off him but failed miserably.
"Padfoot!" he exclaimed.
Harry was sure the dog grinned at him before stepping aside and transforming into Harry's godfather, and ex-convict, Sirius Black.
"Sorry Harry, but I had to have a little fun. I haven't been out of here in ages."
He smiled at Harry grimly, before pulling the boy into a hug.
"So what are you doing here this early in the morning?" Sirius asked eagerly, and Harry became aware of just how little time he had spent with him over the last few days.
"I just wanted to talk, before I left and all." Harry murmured, feeling slightly ashamed.
Sirius looked at him, confused.
"I'm leaving this morning, for Hogwarts…"
Harry raised his eyes to meet those of the man everyone thought to be James and Lily's murderer.
"Dumbledore wants me to go there so I can train as a sorcerer."
Sirius just nodded and Harry had a feeling he already knew this.
"Hermione's coming with me, she's a mage." Harry added, non-chalantly watching Sirius's face for any sign of surprise, but there was none. "I'm going to be training so I can kill Voldemort." Harry added, once again watching. Once again there was nothing, not even a flinch at the sound of the Dark Lord's name.
"I guess Dumbledore finally came clean then. I've been telling him for the last year to tell you." Sirius smiled at him, his eyes searching Harry's.
"You asked him, didn't you?" he asked quietly. Harry just nodded, while Sirius gave a rueful half laugh, "I always knew you were smart."
"So you know? About `everything'?" Harry asked after finding his composure.
"Yeah, of course I was James' best friend. He told me everything. I'm sorry I never told you but Dumbledore forbid me, after everything that happened, I couldn't let him down."
Harry relaxed. Sirius knew everything, he wasn't angry.
"Come sit down. There's something I want to tell you about before you leave." Sirius motioned towards his bed.
All Harry could do was grin madly. Everything would be fine!
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