Hermione's Choice by Alohamora83

Rating: R
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 25/02/2003
Last Updated: 27/01/2005
Status: Paused

One Witch. Two Wizards. Their future rides on one thing: Hermione's Choice




1. The Boy Who Loved
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**Chapter One: The Boy Who Loved**

The early summer winds swept melodically across the Hogwarts grounds as several owls glided
through the night sky. Most of the students had turned in for the evening, anxiously awaiting the
graduation ceremony that would take place in the morning. The seven years had returned to their
common rooms right after dinner making last minute preparations for the event and spending one last
evening with their classmates. It was a bittersweet moment. They were all moving on to bigger and
better things and at the same time, they were leaving the first place many of them had ever truly
called home. One student in particular was having a very hard time saying goodbye, and that was the
infamous Harry Potter.

He stood along the otherwise abandoned Quidditch field grasping his Firebolt and a far off look
in his eyes. 'It really *is* coming to an end' he thought to himself. After tomorrow,
Hogwart's would be a thing of his past. There would be no more roaming the halls in his
invisibility cloak. No more talks with Dumbledore, spats with Snape, or run ins with McGonnagel. He
was graduating an accomplished Gryffindor, and Head Boy of his class. He was going to leave behind
the closest thing to family he'd even known. He wasn't going to be able to sneak to
Hagrid's hut for a snack. He wouldn't be able to concoct endless ways to die a horrible
death to please Professor Trelawney with Ron. And he wouldn't be able to find the answers to
the most perplexing wizarding questions without the help of Hermione.

"Hermione." He muttered softly to himself. He'd been thinking of her often. As his
time at Hogwart's began to run out, he'd realized just how precious she was to him. Sure
he'd always known that she was an incredible friend. Loyal, clever, brave, but it had taken him
six years to realize just how truly special she was and always had been.

Mounting his broom and taking off through the cool night air, his thoughts continued dwelling on
the captivating Miss Granger.

She and Ron had been his closest, most trusted confidants since their first days at Hogwarts,
but until now he'd taken her for granted. When Hermione wanted to crack the books and prepare
for finals, he'd often follow Ron's lead to the Quidditch field for a little practice. She
always pushed them to do their best and cared deeply for their successful completion of O.W.L.S.,
the apparition test, etc. If it wasn't for Hermione, he never would have been Head Boy. It
wasn't that he was stupid, but he wasn't focused. She is the one who pushed until she got
the results she wanted out of him. She was the reason he'd done so well throughout the last
seven years. It was all of her encouragement that helped mold him into the impressive wizard she
always knew he was meant to be, and he didn't know if he'd ever be able to show her how
truly grateful he was.

Why hadn't he noticed years ago? Hermione was *everything*. Intelligent, beautiful, loyal,
caring, compassionate. She was by his side through every struggle and obstacle that occured
throughout their schooling at Hogwarts. She didn't leave when things got dangerous and risky.
On the contrary, she stepped up to every challenge with him and Ron and faced it head on. Her cool
and collected demeanor mixed with her well above average I.Q. had helped to bail them all out of
many predicaments, and her voice of reason helped talk sense into them both when they weren't
thinking rationally hundreds of times. There were moments when she was a bit much to handle. Her
stubborness and incessant need to be right were annoying at times, but looking at it in retrospect,
it was these little quirks that Harry loved about her. They are just a small part of the selfless,
kind, and charming young witch that was his Hermione. She was everything he could ever ask for, and
she was also dating his best friend.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Deeply saddened by the realization that his chance with Hermione had passed, he took one last
lap around the Quidditch field and decided it would be best to turn in. Gently gliding to the
ground, he took one last glance at the place he'd spent the last seven years playing as
Gryffindor House's seeker and started his way back to the castle when a familiar voice spoke
through the darkness.

"It's in your blood."

A smile slowly crept across his face as he turned to find the alluring Miss Granger standing to
his left, her wand in one hand and a piece of parchment in the other.

"You know, someone else told me those exact words about seven years ago. She assured me I
wouldn't fail at Quidditch. I wasn't so certain."

She grinned as she walked closer to where he was standing.

"Lumos!" She whispered as a small beam of light appeared from the tip of her wand.
"Well, judging from Four Quidditch Cups, twelve consecutive wins, 2,250 total points, and
three years as Captain, I'd say she was right on the money, she was."

"You sound like Harry Potter's number one fan." He laughed, very impressed that
she was so attentive of his accomplishments.

"Now see here, Potter. I have to be President of the fan club. By the way, where is that
autographed photo I owled you for in our second year, hmm?"

"I think you have me confused with Professor Lockhart, Granger." He winked, knowing
how much she hated being teased about her obvious infatuation with one of their many Defense
Against the Dark Arts Professors.

"Mr. Potter, I don't know what you are talking about." she said feigning surprise
at his statement, "I am not the type to have schoolgirl crushes. I spent my years hitting the
books while *some* of us were busy gawking at Ravenclaw seekers and Beauxbatons
Champions."

"Excuse me, Miss Granger, but for someone who was busy 'hitting the books', you
sure took time out to chase Mr. Weasley, did you not?" He replied as a twinge of jealousy and
regret suddenly shot through his body.

"Oh.." She began, a bit taken a back that the tone in his voice had changed and he
didn't seem as playful as he had moments ago. "Ron chased *me*, thank you very much.
Bloody hell, it took the boy four years to even realize I was a member of the opposite sex, do you
think I would have wasted my precious studying time trying to snag him? I'm just glad the boy
finally got some sense in him. I always knew I would wind up with one of yo-"

"One of you?" Harry repeated, watching as her cheeks turned red and she turned from
his gaze. "You mean, you thought we could've been together under different
circumstances?

"Maybe. Why, is the idea *that* appalling, Harry?" She asked in a low, shaky voice as
she turned her back towards him, "I mean, there's always been a connection between us,
perhaps under different *circumstances*, it could have been more than a friendly one."

"Not apalling at all, Granger." He said softly, reaching his arm out to touch her
shoulder. "I just wish I'd thought of it sooner."

"What are you saying, Harry?" She asked curiously as she turned to look at him once
more, both shocked and intrigued by his reply. "You mean, you've thought about us, you
know, in *that* way."

"Yes." He nodded as he let out a sigh. "Ya know Hermione, it's times like
this I wish we still had the time turner."

"Oh Harry.." She whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "Would you really go back
to change things if you could?"

"No," He shook his head as he himself began to fight back oncoming tears. "If
anyone deserves you, Hermione, it's Ron. But if I am only going to get this one moment of
honesty with you, I want to be able to replay it over and over. If this is all I am going to have,
I don't ever want it to end. If I was only allowed one memory, it would be this one here with
you, simply knowing if things had gone differently, at least I had a chance. Even if I let it pass
me by, I'm still honored knowing that I could have had someone like you in my life. Of all the
things that have happened here over the last seven years, this is the one night I want to suspend
in time. What could have been for the Boy who Lived...and the Girl he loved."

"Oh geez, Harry..." She answered, biting down on her quivering lip as the tears
she'd been trying so hard to hold in began to fall rapidly down her face. "You were
*never* the Boy who lived to me. You were never some famous name I became friends with for glory. I
saw something special in you because you are a phenomenal person, Harry Potter. To the world
you're the one who conquered the Dark Lord, but to me you are my friend, my hero."

"I know Hermione." He wept, unable to control his emotions any longer.
"That's what I love most about you. I wasn't some name. You liked me for being me. No
more. No less."

"No, you're wrong!" She yelped. "Being who you are isn't the reason I
liked you, Harry. It's....it's the reason I love you."

"Hermione..." He sobbed, reaching his hand to caress her aching face.
"Where's that time turner when we need it?"

"We don't.." She insisted as she continued to cry. "Harry, if this is our
*moment*, I won't need help remembering it. This is going to be the one thing I remember most.
Our last night, our last stolen moment, our last kiss..."

"Hermione, we can't do that." He said nervously. As much as he wanted it to
happen, there was still someone standing in their way. Someone he had called his best friend for
the last seven years. Someone they both loved with all of their hearts.

"Why not?" She asked, leaning closer to him.

"For one thing, we've never had a first kiss. Secondly, I can't do that to
Ron."

"But there is no Ron right now, Harry!" She exclaimed, as all of her usual rational
behavior and composure seemed to melt away. "This is our moment, our suspension of time. There
is only you and me. If this is all we have to hold on to, then I want to end it properly."

"Hermione.." His voice cracked as she leaned in closer and sweat began to form in his
palms and his heart started to race.

"Please, Harry." She pleaded, moving her face mere inches from his, "This is our
moment, you and me. I need to know what could have been. I need this memory, and for just a few
seconds, I need you..."

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her towards
him. A slight gasp of shock escaped her lips before they met with his in a dance that was seven
years in the making. All that was still left to be said was executed eloquently in one simple, yet
poignant moment between two star-crossed lovers who'd taken the wrong path. It was their
moment, their one small piece of history. It was beautiful, it was perfect, and unfortunately, it
was witnessed by the one person it would hurt the most.



2. One Witch.  Two Wizards.
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Chapter 2- One Witch. Two Wizards.



"I guess you two are celebrating the good news."



Ron's infuriated voice seethed, causing a shocked Harry and Hermione to pull break away from
their kiss and face him, both at a loss of words to explain their compromising position.

"Ron, It's not what you think, really..." Hermione muttered, desperately searching
for a better explanation, but her usual eloquence escaped her during this most delicate
situation.

But there were no words that could possibly explain what Ron had just witnessed. For neither
Harry nor Hermione completely understood it themselves. Both were caught up in the moment, their
moment. Part of them had felt the guilt that ultimately comes along with betraying a friend, but
another part of them could find no fault with the pure release of emotion that had occurred just a
few short minutes ago. The last thing they had intended to do was hurt Ron, but unfortunately, fate
had a different plan.



"Not what I think?" He asked as the anger in his voice elevated, "Not what I
think? How bloody naive do you think I am, Hermione? I know I am not as clever as you, or Harry for
that matter, but I think it's quite obvious what was happening a minute ago."

Turning towards Harry, he gave him a look of pure hatred.

"And you! Becoming Auror wasn't enough, was it?" He asked contemptuously,
"You could have had any witch in the whole damn school and you had to pick the one I'd
fallen for! Thanks a lot, old pal! Who am I to compete with the boyish charm of the infamous
wizarding wonder that is Harry Potter?"

"Auror? What do you mean, Auror?" Harry questioned, paying no mind to Ron's harsh
comments.

"What? You mean Hermione didn't tell you?" Sounding almost as surprised as Harry,
"I guess your need to be together made it slip her mind while the foolish prat that I am
waited anxiously in the common room to see how you'd react to the news. I was so happy for my
mate, Harry. How could I have been so stupid? Seven years I've spent with both of you and never
*once* did it cross my mind that either of you was capable of stabbing me in the back. Guess I
can't read people as well as I thought."

"I'm sorry, I forgot to give this to you." Hermione replied in a shaky voice as
she extended her trembling arm to Harry and handed him the letter she'd been holding.

"Thank you." He nodded as he accepted the paper and turned back to Ron. "I know
this looks bad, but really, I can explain if you'll just let me."

"No, that isn't necessary, Harry." He sneered, "Just bloody pretend I am not
here. You both seem much better off without me anyway. Heck, you'd probably still be playing
tonsil quidditch if I hadn't *rudely* interrupted. Boy, am I glad to be getting out of here
tomorrow. Now that I've learned such a valuable lesson, I won't trust as easily after
Hogwarts!"

And with that he stormed off towards the castle as Hermione started after him.

"Harry. I have to find him." She whispered in between sobs as she turned back to face
him one last time.

"Go, Hermione." Harry nodded. "I never meant to do this to you two. Blame me. I
just wanted one moment and I paid a terrible price for it. I am so sorry for this."

"No! Don't you dare say that! We're both at fault." She insisted, "I
wanted that kiss as much as you did and now I will have to pay the consequences. I was selfish in
wanting you both, and now I have to fix things and I will. I promise you I will."

And then she disappeared into the night, leaving Harry to absorb all that had just happened. To
absorb all of the life altering events that had just taken place and to contemplate how things
would go from here, the good, the bad, and the future.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dear Mr. Potter,

It is with extreme honor that I inform you that the Ministry of Magic has selected you for its
most prestigious Auror training program. Every year we select a Hogwarts graduate who exemplifies
bravery, courage, loyalty, and complete devotion to defending good against evil in our ongoing
battle against dark magic. After discussing this thoroughly with Professor Dumbledore and reviewing
your impressive record of success against battling the Dark Lord and his followers, I am most
certain there is no one more qualified for this position. If you decide to accept this offer,
please owl back as soon as possible and further instructions will be given.

Congratulations on your graduation, Harry. Whatever path you do decide to take, it is sure to
lead you to extraordinary things. After all, you are no ordinary Wizard.

Best Wishes,

Cornelius Fudge

Minister of Magic

This was the tenth time Harry had read the letter from the Ministry, and each time he went over
it he began to feel worse about the events that had occurred a few short hours ago with Hermione
and Ron.

Being selected as an auror was a dream come true. Nothing would make him happier than to rid the
world of dark magic, most especially Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard responsible for killing his
parents, Lily & James. Aurors devoted their lives to finding the Dark Lord and his evil
followers, the Death Eaters. Their goal was to ensure safety for the wizarding and muggle worlds.
To be chosen for the program, was one of the greatest honors bestowed upon a wizard. Harry was
flattered and excited, and at the same time extremely disappointed that this great accomplishment
couldn't be shared with his two best friends.

Sighing inwardly, he folded the letter and tucked it into his pocket as he made his way back
towards the castle for his last night at Hogwarts.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Harry!" Hermione's frantic voice called out to him as he entered the Gryffindor
common room. "We've been waiting for you."

"We?" Harry asked as he walked towards her and noticed Ron sitting in a chair beside
the fire.

"Hermione has a plan." Ron spoke as he got up from his seat and walked across the
room. "I might not agree with it, but knowing how right she usually is, it's probably best
for all of us."

"It's nice to have you talking to me again." He said in a slightly happier tone
than the one he had been using.

"You'll have to thank Hermione for that." He replied, nodding in her direction.
"She's the voice of reason. Made me realize how silly it would be to end seven years of
friendship on a sour note." Ron continued as he moved closer to Harry. "We've had a
lot of great times here, and I don't want things to end forever because of one mistake.
Mates?"

Ron smiled, extending his hand towards Harry which he graciously accepted.

"Now that's better!" Hermione beamed as happy tears streamed down her face,
"I can't imagine how dismal graduation would have been with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley
not on speaking terms."

"What about Hermione Granger?" Harry asked, "Last I checked, this duo was a
trio."

"Not after tomorrow we aren't." Hermione cried, her happy tears once again
becoming sad.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked curiously. "Are you going somewhere
after graduation?"

"Her brilliant plan." Ron replied, rolling his eyes. "Hermione, I still don't
think it's necessary. I forgive you and Harry. It was a mistake, that's all."

"No, Ron." She shook her head as she continued to sob. "What happened tonight
wasn't a mistake, which is why I have to do what I am about to do. After graduation, I am going
to stay away from both of you for the next five years."

"What?" Harry exclaimed in complete shock, "Hermione, that is crazy! For the last
seven years we've all been inseparable! How is staying away from us going to solve a problem
that doesn't even exist? It's ridiculous!"

"No, it isn't ridiculous, Harry. There *is* a problem." She wept, reaching to wipe
the tears from her eyes. "I love you both and both of you love me."

"You love him?" Ron asked after realizing how serious this predicament had become.

Hermione nodded.

"And do you love her?" He questioned Harry who also responded with a nod of his
head.

"Bloody hell." Was the only thing he could think to say in the midst of such emotional
chaos

"I know this is a mess, and I am really sorry." Hermione sighed, "Unfortunately,
cleverness can only take a witch so far. I wish there was a better answer than staying away from
both of you, but I can't think of one. All I know is that if you love someone, you have to let
them go. At the end of the five years, one of you is going to come back to me or I am going to come
back to one of you, I just know it. True love will wait forever, but infatuation will simply fade
over time."

"She's right you know." Harry begrudgingly agreed. "As hard as life is going
to be without you, it'd be harder for the three of us to live in awkwardness for the next five
years." He sighed as he turned to face Hermione, "It's going to kill me not to see
you every day, but I know you and I know you have impeccable judgment. There's no doubt in my
mind things will work out in the end."

"Thank you, Harry." Hermione smiled at him. "How about you Ron?"

"Bloody Hell." He shrugged, "I guess I don't really have a choice, but if it
makes you happy, than so be it."

"This decision makes me many things, Ron." Hermione said softly, "but happy is
definitely not one of them. However, I know in my heart it's for the best."

"It's a good heart, too." Harry exclaimed. "It's going to make the right
decision."

"Absolutely." Ron nodded as they both smiled at her lovingly and the three embraced
each other tightly knowing it was going to be one of their last great memories together for quite
some time.

"Well then, now that we've settled that, I think we should get to bed." Hermione
suggested as she made her way towards the stairs. "After all, tomorrow is a long
day."

"Yea," Harry thought to himself as he started up the stairs with Ron close behind,
"but an even longer five years."



3. Pomp, Circumstance, and The Parting of Ways
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Chapter 3- Pomp, Circumstance, and The Parting of Ways



"Harry Potter must wake up, Harry Potter must wake up!"



A familiarly annoying voiced called through the dark bedroom as Harry reached for his glasses
that were placed on the nightstand and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.



"Dobby?" He mumbled sitting up and looking at the clock. Five o'clock. Four hours
before the graduation was set to begin.



"Harry Potter must follow Dobby, sir. Professor Dumbledore is waiting. Please hurry, Sir.
He wishes to see you immediately." Dobby insisted as he hopped on the bed and began pulling
the covers off of him.



"All right, all right!" He exclaimed, reluctantly getting up and following the eager
House Elf from the dormotories, "but would you please stop shouting, Dobby! Just because I
will have to attend graduation looking like a Zombie doesn't mean the rest of the Bloody house
should have to lose sleep!"



With that, the young wizard and the eager to please House Elf made their way through the
portrait whole towards the awaiting Headmaster.



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



"Well done, Dobby!" A most jovial Dumbledore beamed as the two of them entered his
office. "You may go now. Thank you for your help."



Dobby smiled and bowed then snapped his fingers, vanishing out of sight.



"Sit down please, Harry." Dumbledore said as he motioned to the chair placed in front
of his desk as he took a seat behind it. "I hate to wake you so early on a most important day,
but there is one last thing I have to do before you leave Hogwarts."



"That's okay, Professor." He responded with a yawn, "I'd just nodded off
not long before Dobby popped up. Haven't been able to sleep much tonight."



"Ahhh, that's understandable." He replied, "You're leaving behind
Hogwarts and heading out into the wizarding world. The unknown is always a frightening prospect,
but there is no doubt in my mind that you will conquer whatever obstacles may cross your path and
that you will make a most impressive auror after you've completed the extensive training
program with Professor Moody and his colleagues. That is of course if you've decided to accept
the offer from the Ministry?"



"Oh yes, Sir. Definitely." Harry responded with assurance as he fidgeted around in his
seat, unable to get comfortable. "I am honored to have been selected to join the crusade
against dark magic. I hope to one day rid the world of the Lord Voldemort and his followers once
and for all."



"Splendid!" Dumbledore grinned proudly, "I know you will do well, Harry, as you
always do when you are put to the ultimate test. I see a successful future for you, as well as for
Mr. Weasley, and of course, Ms. Granger, our new Arithmancy Professor."



"Hermione is going to be Professor of Arithmancy?" He asked surprised.



"Yes, I informed her just last night." He said, equally shocked that Harry didn't
know. "Professor Vector will be retiring, and I know how much she loves the subject and how it
comes so naturally to her. We were a little hesitant considering she's just going to be turning
18, but given the fact that she had a 584 overall average, we were willing to make an exception.
She's ecstatic about it, but I can't believe she hadn't mentioned it to you. Is
something wrong?"



"It's a long story." Harry answered sadly.



"Excellent!" He clapped with excitement, "I love a long story! Why don't you
tell me what happened, Harry. Perhaps I can offer a few words of wisdom, or at the very least, have
the best new bit of gossip at breakfast."



Harry couldn't help but laugh. Dumbledore always seemed to be there after he'd faced a
challenge and always offered insight as well as humor to make the situation better. With a deep
breath, Harry informed him of all the events that had occurred on the Quidditch Field and in the
Common Room last night. He told him everything from the kiss to the pact, and when he finished,
he'd felt as though a ton of bricks had been lifted from his shoulders.



"Tackling a Mountain Troll and a Basilisk doesn't seem quite so difficult now that
you're in the middle of a love triangle?" Dumbledore chuckled.



"At this point, I'd prefer either one." Harry muttered unenthusiastically.



"Well, Harry, I had a feeling it might come to this one day. The three of you have known
each other long before romantic feelings had entered the picture. It's only natural that once
puberty kicks in, things get...complicated."



"And how.." Harry sighed, slumping back down in his chair.



"I know things seem bleak now, Harry." Dumbledore said in a reassuring tone, "But
keep in mind that there are times in our lives when we must make sacrifices and decisions that may
not seem wise in the beginning, but will work out for the best in the long run. I've known all
of you for seven years. I've seen you learn, I've seen you conquer, and I've seen you
grow. All of you are mere shadows of the young first years who walked through those doors.
You've all evolved and matured and are ready to face anything that comes your way. Consider
this pact the first of many crossroads in your life."



Reaching under his desk, he pulled up a large gift box and handed it to Harry smiling.



"So what if the Tenacious Trio will be parting ways for awhile? When things get rough over
the next five years, you will have your memories for comfort, and that brings me to the reason I
had Dobby bring you here."



Smiling graciously, Harry accepted the box from Dumbledore and proceeded to open it.



"Professor!" Harry gasped in amazement as he removed the contents from the box,
"A pensieve! Thank you so much! This is incredible!"



"You're very welcome, Harry." Dumbledore smiled, "I remember fourth year when
you stumbled upon my pensieve. I figured it would be the best graduation gift for you, especially
given your current situation. Wonderful invention, the pensieve. You'll be able to reflect on
the good memories when the bad ones become too much to bear."



"Thank you, Professor." Harry replied in a somber tone. "I can't tell you how
much your insight has meant to me over the last seven years. I am lucky to have spent my time at
Hogwarts with you as Headmaster. I'm certain many of the first memories that I put into this
pensieve will be of our enligtening conversations."



"Believe me, the pleasure has been mine." Dumbledore answered modestly. "It
isn't everyday that a young wizard comes to Hogwarts as a celebrity and leaves a legend. I saw
potential from the day you were sorted, and I was not disappointed at all. You are going to go on
to many exciting and dangerous events, but I know you are ready. There is a reason that you were
the Boy Who Lived. You were destined for extraordinary things, Harry, and I know you then when you
are put to the ultimate tests in the wizarding world, you won't let us down."



"Eztraordinary." Harry repeated with a chuckle. "I've heard that word a lot
recently."



"And I am certain you will hear it many more times." Dumbledore replied as he glanced
over at the clock on his desk. "Oh Dear! Look at that, six-thirty. I am sorry to have kept you
so long, Harry. I know you have a big day ahead of you."



"It's just the beginning, Professor. Graduation will be a cakewalk compared to spending
the next five years away from Hermione."



"Have faith, Harry." Dumbledore answered in a voice full of confidence. "Things
usually have a funny way of working out in the end. But I think that's something you've
experienced numerous times over years here at Hogwarts."



Harry smiled at the eccentric, elderly man as he recalled the worst of times during his
schooling and how, in the end, things did seem to fall into place.



"Thank you, Professor. I will see you at graduation."



"So long, Harry! Don't be a stranger!" Dumbledore called out as the young wizard
was making his way down the stairs. "Just because you've made a pact to keep from Hermione
for the next five years doesn't mean you have to stay away from the rest of us!"



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



The next few hours flew by for Harry and before it knew it, the graduation ceremony had come to
an end. Dumbledore had given an excellent and inspiring speech which beautifully summed up
everything that had taken place and how all of the graduates had grown over the last seven years.
When he finished, the Official Witchcraft & Wizardry certificates were presented and then it
was off to Great Hall for one last feast and one last chance to see Hermione before they parted
ways.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



"Well done, Harry!" Sirius Black's proud voice echoed as he ran to greet his
Godson after everyone was settled in the Great Hall. "Your Mum and Dad would be
proud."



Harry smiled as he embraced his beloved Godfather. It had been two years since his name was
cleared in the murder of Harry's parents, Lily & James. The Ministry of Magic stumbled
across Peter Pettigrew, the real person responsible helping Lord Voldemort murder the Potter's,
while he was trying to lure several young wizards to the dark side. Since then, Harry had left the
Dursley's to live with Sirius and he'd never been happier.



"Thanks, Sirius. I am just glad you're free so I had you here with me today. It made it
even better."



"Harry, if I had to transfigure into Padfoot and hide under Hagrid's coat, *nothing*
would have stopped me from seeing you graduate an official Wizard. You've grown into a fine
young man, and I'm so pleased that I've gotten to see it happen right before my very
eyes."



"'ll right if I add to the 'praisin then?" Hagrid's rugged voice echoed as
Sirius and Harry turned to face the gentle Giant standing behind them with a tearstained face.
"You did a fine job, up 'ere, 'Arry. Can't believe seven years 'ave gone so
fast. 'Yer gonna make a fine wizard out there, 'Arry, always knew ya would, but I sure am
gonna miss ya."



"I'll miss you, too, Hagrid." He said with a warm smile as he gave him a loving
hug, "But don't cry, please. I'll always be in touch."



"Yer mean it?" Hagrid asked with hope as he pulled out a tissue and blew his nose
rather loudly, drawing the attention of several Ravenclaw graduates and their families. "Ya
aren't gonna forget about me when ya go off to study as an Auror, are ya?



Harry smiled. "Hagrid, I assure you that you're one person I could *never*
forget."



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



Harry spent the next hour or so being congratulated by his friends and Professors, including
Professor Lupin who'd come back especially for the occasion, but the whole time his mind was
set on one thing: Saying goodbye to Hermione.



"Harry!" Ron's voice called out as he ran to his friend. "I've been
lookin' all over for you. Hermione wants to see you. She's waiting in the
library."



"The library? Why on earth does she want to see me there?" He asked with a puzzled
look.



"Harry, this is *Hermione* we're talking about," Ron answered with a grin,
"if she is away from books for too long, I think she starts breaking out in hives! Seriously,
mate. She wants to talk to you without interruption. Since *she* is the only one who'd be in a
library when everyone else is partying, she decided it would be the best place to go."



"You've already seen her then?" Harry asked as he watched the lighthearted
expression on Ron's face suddenly turn to a saddened one.



"Yea, it's why I'm trying to joke about it." He sighed, "Can't
believe I won't have her to pick on for five years."



"I know." Harry nodded, "I can't imagine it, either. But hey, I'll still
see you, right?"



"Definitely. In fact, I think you and I should have a talk soon.."



"All right then. I think that would be good for both of us. " Harry replied and then
turned towards the exit of the hallway. "I guess I better get a move on, then. I've
probably got about five minutes to say everything I won't be able to for the next five
years."



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



"I thought you'd chickened out on me." Hermione smiled through her tears as she
watched Harry enter the library and head towards the table where she was sitting.



"Never." He shook his head as he took the seat in front of her and watched as she bit
down on her quivering lip, trying desperately not to break down. "I just walked slowly because
I was thinking of what to say to sum up all that we've shared in such a short amount of
time."



"I ran into the same problem last night." Hermione wept as she slid an envelope across
the table, "Which is why I wrote you this letter. I know if I try and say everything I will
lose it and may not be able to go through with this, so I figured writing would be the best
alternative."



"Books and cleverness." Harry grinned through his sadness as he picked up the letter
and tucked it away in his robes. "Always have that mind working, Granger."



"Books and cleverness are minimal qualities when compared to the capacity for friendship
and bravery you posess, Potter. Or should I say, Auror?"



"Spoken like a true Professor." Harry chuckled, "The scholars of arithmancy will
be most fortunate to have you as there instructor, just as I have been most fortunate to have you
as a friend."



"Oh Harry," she sobbed, the tears flowing freely down her face. "When you say
those things it makes this so much harder.."



"I'm sorry," He said as his own voice began to crack. "I don't want to
hurt you anymore than I have, Hermione. I adore you and as hard as this is going to be, I know
everything will work out the way that it should. There's just one promise I want you to
make."



"Anything." She sniffled as she wiped her face.



"No matter who you choose, we will always be friends."



She smiled at him lovingly. "Deal."



"All right then." He said as he got up from his seat. "I guess it's time. The
longer we wait, the harder it's going to be."



She nodded in agreement as they both got up from their seats and walked towards each other.



"Good-" Harry began but she silenced him with a finger to his lips.



"See you later. Don't say good-bye. It's too final."



He nodded, "I'll see you later, Hermione. But remember if anything happens and you ever
need me or anything, I'm just an owl away."



"I know that. I'm keeping that in mind to help get me through this." She sobbed,
throwing her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. "Harry, please be
careful."



"I will." He assured her, "And you just make me proud by helping to mold the
brilliant wizarding minds with your keen knowledge of Arithmancy?"



"Have I ever let you down before?" She said with a laugh as she pulled away to look at
him.



"Never."



He replied as he inched his face closer to hers and ran a hand through her silky hair. She
sighed at the feel of his touch to her skin and trembled as he placed his lips to hers in a gentle,
tender kiss.



"I love you."



"I love you, too." She whispered back as she gave him one last look, her face once
again stained with tears.



He stared at her for a moment, wanting to remember her just like this. She was a vision. An
Angel. At that moment he silently thanked Dumbledore for his gift and decided this would be a
perfect first memory to store in his pensieve. One that would help him through the next five years
without her.



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



My Dearest Harry,



I've spent the last few hours in silent reverie trying to find the right words to describe
what I am feeling right now. It's now two in the morning and I'm only on my second
sentence. That should give you an idea as to how difficult this decision has been for me.



I've spent the last seven years of my life as a best friend to the two most amazing men I
have ever known. You and Ron. Both of you have helped me grow as a person, and I would like to
think that I in return, helped you two to grow as well. Before Hogwarts, my life was studying (Hard
to imagine, isn't it?). I was a muggle born witch who was treated horribly by my peers for
being "different". It was because of that I shut the world out and buried myself in
books. Then, lo and behold, I was accepted to the most presitigous school of Witchcraft and
Wizardry in the world, and it was there that I met you two and my life hasn't been the same
since.



After getting acquainted with you both, I managed to come out of my shell, so to speak. I put
the books down (even if it wasn't very often), broke a few rules, and had the time of my life.
If I could go back, there isn't one second of it all that I would change because I've never
been happier than I was when I was with the two of you. Each of you has a unique personality, but
both of you are young man of extraordinary character and courage, and I've been blessed to
watch the both of you excel as wizards and evolve as people.



It took Ron four years to notice I was a girl and five years to grow out of his jealous stage. I
remember a time when he wouldn't talk to you because you were named one of the School Champions
and just last night he forgave us both for our betrayal. It's astonishing to think about how
much he's changed, and at the same time, manage to keep his wit and charm. I love him inspite
of his faults and I love him because he always knows how to make me laugh.



And then there is you, Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The Wizarding Wonder before he even knew
he was a wizard. I remember when we first started school and I knew more about your life than you
did (Now that I think about it, it was kind of scary on my part, wasn't it?), and look at you
now. You've found yourself. You've lived up to the legacy and you should be proud. Your
courage and loyalty is an inspiration to us all. Your pure heart and unselfish love is going to
guide you to greatness as an auror because you are great in all that you do. You are my hero. When
the laughter stops and the obstacles appear, you are the one who steps up to conquer them for the
rest of us. When the smiles fade and the tears begin to fall, you're the one who comforts me
and makes me feel as though everything is going to be all right. It is for all these reasons that I
love you. Not because you are The Boy Who Lived, but because you are who you are and fame and glory
hasn't changed that at all.



It's three in the morning now and this letter contains many more feelings than it did an
hour ago, but it still doesn't seem to say nearly enough. However, if I keep writing, I still
won't be done when the five years is up, so I am calling it a night (morning rather).



Good luck to you, Harry. I know that there is still much more of your story to be told, I just
hope I won't miss out on too much of it.



Love always,

Hermione



P.S.- I was right when I said books and cleverness aren't that important. They aren't
worth a damn when it comes to matters of the heart.



*********************



Harry tucked the letter in his pocket after reading it for the tenth and gazed out of his
bedroom window and on to the night sky. It had been such a long day, but nothing compared to the
long seperation from Hermione. With a sigh he removed his glasses and laid back on the bed. At that
very moment, the clock struck midnight.



One day down, 1,824 more to go.



4. Operation Sun & Moon
-----------------------

Author’s Note: I know there isn’t much H&H in this Chapter, but I promise it is coming!
Please be patient with me :)

Chapter 4- Operation Sun & Moon

The early summer winds swept quietly through the early morning Hogsmeade air. It had been 319
hours, 40 minutes, and 27 seconds since the last day Harry had seen Hermione. Not that he was
counting or anything.

Harry entered the Three Broomsticks to find it almost empty except for a few stragglers seated at
the bar, chatting with the owner, Madam Rosmerta, who happened to be dating Harry's Godfather,
Sirius Black.

"Harry!" Her bright smile greeted him as she looked up from her conversation with the
patrons and motioned him over to the bar. "What brings you here so early?"

"Hello, Rosmerta." He grinned back, seating himself on a stool. "I'm meeting Ron
in a bit..."

"Oh," She replied, her cheerful expression fading to one of concern. "Everything all
right with you two, and your umm, *situation*?"

Harry let out a hearty laugh. "I take it Sirius has told you?"

"Once or twice." She winked.

"Since we are on the subject, how are things with you and *Padfoot* going?"

"Harry Potter! Is that really any of your business?"

"Rosmerta, you are talking to The Boy Who Lived, remember? My entire life has been everybody
else's business. It's only fair that I get to hear some gossip, too." He teased as he
removed his cloak. "Besides, considering the fact that my love life is in dire straits, it
would be nice to hear that those closest to me are happy."

"Is that a nice way to be nosey?" She smirked at him.

"You see it as being nosey, I see it as living vicariously."

She giggled at his comments. "You sure are a smooth talker, Harry. Reminds me a lot of your
Father."

Harry grinned widely, it always made him happy to hear people compare him to either of his parents.
"Really?"

"Really." She nodded, "And if you must know, things between Sirius and I
couldn't be better. I just hope things work out for you. You've really got your Godfather
worried about you, Harry."

"I'll be fine." He answered assuringly, "The next few years without will be
tough, but I have Auror training, Remus, Sirius, You, Hagrid, and all to get me through it, and
Ron…"

"And speak of the Devil!" Rosmerta beamed as the youngest Weasley soon walked through the
front door.

"Hello Rosmerta, Harry."

"Hello, Ron." Rosmerta replied, as did Harry. "What can I get you boys to
drink?"

"A Butterbeer, please."

"Same for me, thanks."

"Coming right up!" Rosmerta smiled as she headed off for the drinks and the two young men
sat down at a nearby table.

"So how are you, Ron?" Harry asked, "I got your owl saying you had some news to tell
me in person, so what's up."

"Well," He said, the smile on his face glowing even more, "I've had an offer
from a Quidditch team as a backup Keeper. The Bigonville Bombers. It's not the Chudley Canons,
but it's a start!"

"That's great!"

Harry beamed, extremely happy for his best friend's accomplishment. During the summer between
fourth and fifth year, Ron had a huge growth spurt. He'd always been tall, but when he returned
to Hogwart's that September he was a towering Six foot four inches, and had developed a very
burly build, not to mention quite a talent for playing Quidditch. He replaced Oliver Wood as
Gryffindor's Keeper, and even tied his record with 133 consecutive saves. He probably would
have done even better had Draco Malfoy not sent a rogue Bludger at his head, rendering him
unconscious for first two games of seventh year. He did recover in time for them to beat Slytherin
for the school's Quidditch Cup.

Ron hadn't only grown physically in his last three years at Hogwarts, but emotionally as well.
He'd worked on his jealousy issues, and started paying more attention to schoolwork. He even
managed to work on his fear of spiders. He overcame a lot of his flaws and still managed to
maintain the humor and loyalty that made him such a fantastic friend. These changes were in large
part do to Hermione. She had a remarkable way of pulling them back in when they were about to go
too far. Her instincts and intelligence helped enlighten the two young men on so many levels. The
more he thought about all of the wonderful things she'd done for he and Ron over the last seven
years, the more he began to miss her. She was their rock, and without her there, they didn't
seem as infallible as they had at Hogwarts.

"Harry?" Ron called out, waving his hands in front of the young wizard's entranced
face. "Are you listening to me, mate?"

"Sorry," Harry said, shaking his head as he came back from his thoughts of Hermione.
"What were you saying?"

"I said thanks. It's going to be rough without seeing you and the rest of the gang, but I
figure if I can survive without Hermione, I can make it on my own for awhile."

"Holy Cricket, I hadn't thought of that." Harry sighed, realizing that he was going
to be losing not one, but two best friends. "What am I gonna do without both of
you?"

"You'll be fine, Harry." Ron assured him, sipping the Butterbeer that Madam Rosmerta
had brought to the table while Harry was daydreaming. "You've always done well when facing
a challenge. I have no doubt that you will be nothing less than a great Auror, just as Hermione
will master teaching Arithmancy. It's *me* that I worry about."

"Why would you say that? You're a great wizard and a bloody good Keeper, too. You're
going to do just fine."

"Maybe." He shrugged, not as certain as his best friend. "It won't be easy
trying to find who Ron Weasley is out of the shadow of his brothers, and Harry Potter."

"Don't say that!" Harry insisted, his voice rising slightly. "You've done
well for yourself, Ron. You were a Quidditch success, you scored a 10 on your O.W.L.S., you even
passed Potions with a higher percentage than I did! You weren't hidden in my shadow, you were
beside me as my equal."

"First of all, I scored *one* point higher than you in potions. Secondly, thanks for having
the confidence in me that I lack." He grinned, watching as his best friend calmed down.

"You're welcome." Harry said as he held up his Butterbeer, "Here's to
Aurors, Arithmancy, Quidditch Keepers, and the trio's success!"

"I'll drink to that!" Ron laughed, as he gulped some Butterbeer and then turned to
look at the clock above the bar. "Bloody hell, look at the time! My train to Bigonville leaves
in an hour!"

"Well, you better get going then." Harry said sadly as he got up from his seat. "You
take care of yourself, Weasley. And don't get too bloodied up out there."

"I could say the same for you, Potter. Being an Auror isn't safe job, so I want you to
promise me one thing?" Ron asked in a serious tone.

"I know, I know, I'll be careful." Harry answered rolling his eyes. He'd made
this promise seven times already.

"Actually, I was going to tell you to ask Moody how to do that Ferret trick. It'd be nice
to see Draco as one again, not to mention the devil incarnate Lucius and his wife who looks like
someone hit her with a Medusa hex, but I want you to be careful, too." He teased, as he pulled
on his cloak and sighed. "I guess this is so long then."

"Good luck, Ron, and keep in touch." Harry said sadly, as he embraced his dear
friend.

"Owls work both ways you know." He reminded as he broke from their hug. "I wanna
hear all about the no good Death Eaters you send to Azkaban."

"Only, after you break the goal blocking record."

"Deal. Well, I better go to the burrow and say farewell to Mum, Dad, and the gang. See you
soon!"

And with a pop, he was gone. For the second time in a fortnight, Harry felt a sense of emptiness
overcome him. Not only had he had to let go of Hermione, but now Ron was gone, too. Things were
going to be much lonelier as a solo act.

1. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"There he is now, Auror Extraordinaire!" Sirius Black mused, as he and Remus Lupin
entered The Three Broomsticks and caught sight of a moping Harry.

"What are you two doing here?" Harry asked, surprised to see the both of them.

"Do you *really* have to ask that?" Remus laughed, nudging Sirius as he pointed to
Rosmerta, who was very delighted to see who had just entered the bar.

"Ah, silly me." He grinned, winking at Lupin as Sirius flirted shamelessly with Rosmerta
from across the room, "Here to uh, *admire* the scenery, are we?"

"And what a sight it is," Sirius smirked, slowly turning his head back to the table.
"But actually, we came to cheer you up. This came for you this morning."

Harry smiled widely as Sirius handed him a letter with Hermione's handwriting on the envelope.
He tore into it ferociously, desperate to read her words. After all, it was all he had to hold him
over for the next five years

*My dearest Harry,
**I received word from Ron yesterday that he will be leaving to join a Professional
Quidditch team. While I am happy that he is living his dreams, I realize that this has to be
difficult for you. You've been through so much lately and I know that you have Sirius, Remus,
Dumbledore, and Auror training to keep you going, but I can't help but worry. Please remember
that even though I can't be there in body right now, I am forever in your heart as you are in
mine.

I hope to hear from you soon and that you will tell me I am just being paranoid as usual. You are a
strong and courageous person, it's foolish to believe you can't survive on your own, but
you know me, always the one to worry.

Take care, and please keep in touch.

Love Always,
Hermione

P.S. Send my best to Sirius and Remus.*
Harry's heart sank as he read her words. She knew him so well, even in her state of denial.
Yes, he'd been on his own before, but having her and Ron by his side for the last seven years
had made him selfish. He needed them desperately, especially Hermione.

"She sends her best." Harry sighed, putting the letter away and gulping his
Butterbeer.

"It'll be all right, Lad." Remus said reassuringly, as he placed a comforting hand on
his shoulder.

"Remus' right, Harry." Sirius agreed, once again watching intently as Rosmerta waited
on customers across the room. "You aren't the first wizard stuck in a love triangle, ya
know."

"You sound like an expert." Harry answered in a snarky tone. "What do you know about
it?"

"Plenty." Sirius replied, "Do you know the name of the first girl I had a crush on
at Hogwarts?"

"No." He shook his head, not interested in hearing anything right now.

"Lily."

Harry's jaw dropped as he gazed at Sirius, not believing what he'd just heard.

"You mean my Mum?"

"Yep, I was smitten with her for about a month, and then..."

"And then what?" Harry asked impatiently.

"And then Farah, Wendy, Lauren, Michelle. Sirius lusted after girls like they were Bertie
Bott's jelly beans. One of *every* flavor, and I mean *every* flavor!" Remus interrupted
with a grin.

"They didn't call me Padfoot for nothing. I got around!" Sirius teased. "In all
seriousness, Harry. It never would have worked for your Mum and me because she was meant to be with
your Father. I knew that from the beginning, I just wish it was as easy for you as it had been for
us back then."

"Thanks, Sirius. I just hope I can get through it."

"Hey if Remus can, you can, too." He assured him, as he motioned for Rosmerta.

"What do you mean if Remus can?" Harry asked, intrigued by the comment.

"Nothing!" Remus replied quickly. "He is talking nonsense."

"Oh, am I?" Sirius laughed, "Rosmerta my love, aside from Lily and James, who was
the next biggest couple when we were at Hogwarts?"

"Remus and Athena, of course." She smiled, as she sat on Sirius' lap.

"Athena?" Harry repeated, dying to know more about Remus' mystery girl.

"You know Sirius, you weren't only a ladies man, but you were the biggest pain in the ass
ever!" Remus answered, a bit perturbed with all this prying into his past. "I'm glad
to see you've become a one woman man, but you really should try to work on the second thing.
Anyway, I guess there is no denying it now, yes I had a girlfriend at Hogwarts and her name was
Athena Helios. We dated from the beginning of sixth year until graduation. I haven't seen her
since. Is that enough for all of you?"

"Hardly," Harry responded quickly. "What happened to her?"

"What do you think?" Remus sulked, "I was a werewolf. When the truth came out, she
was hurt and I decided it she would be better off without me. She left to teach in Ireland and I
haven't seen her since."

"Why am I suddenly getting deja vu?" Harry replied, only half kidding.

"Hey Remus, I thought that potion Snape had come up with last year had cured you of being a
werewolf?" Rosmerta asked curiously.

"So then, Moony," Sirius grinned, "Why haven't you gone after your
Sun?"

"His sun?" Harry questioned.

"Her name meant sun, and his meant moon." Sirius explained. "You should have seen
the love letters. They were sappier than a forest full of Maple Trees..."

"I am so glad that the losing the great love of my life entertains you so." Remus shot
back unamused. "With friends like you, Sirius, who needs enemies?"

Sirius and Rosmerta couldn't help but laugh, but Harry's mind was too busy spinning with
ideas to find it funny.

"So why didn't you go after her, Remus?"

"What's the point? He shrugged. "It was a long time ago, Harry. She's probably
married with children by now."

"But how do you know for sure?" Harry persisted.

"I don't, I just..."

"He has a feeling. The Sun and the Moon share a deep connection, you know..." Sirius
quipped, as Rosmerta buried her head in his neck to suppress her giggles.

"You are an insufferable git, you know that, don't you?" Remus said, shaking his head
hopelessly at the joking Sirius.

"Well, I hate to run, but I have to make a quick stop at the library." Harry said as he
got up from his chair and put on his cloak.

"You really are going through Hermione withdrawal. The library? Going to get misty eyed over
all those wizarding books she made you read over the years?" Sirius teased.

But Harry paid him no attention. If he couldn't work things out for Hermione, he could at least
try to help Lupin. He said a quick goodbye and then set out on his mission: Operation Sun &
Moon.



5. Books & Cleverness
---------------------

Chapter 5- Books & Cleverness


The Artemis Saraswati Library was unusually crowded for a Saturday afternoon. Harry inched his way
through the masses of wizards that were gathered around the thousands of shelves of the only
research center in Hogsmeade. It took him a good ten minutes to make it to the information desk,
and another twenty for him to finally find out what section would lead him to information on former
Hogwarts students, and most specifically, Athena Helios.

"What House was she in?" The grumpy Librarian asked hastily as her eyes glared at Harry
above her half moon glasses.

"Gryffindor." He replied, as he watched her flip rapidly through a large book in front of
her. "All right, you'll be wanting section G.G. 1970-1980. That will have all of
Godric's graduates from that decade. Move along, then."

"Thank you, Ma'am." Harry answered with a gracious smile, but the old woman just
scoffed and began assisting the next person in line.

"So much for service with a smile." Harry muttered to himself, as he once again made his
way through the maddening crowds and in search of Lupin's long lost love.

******************************

"G.G. 1930-1940, G.G. 1940-1950," Harry was whispering to himself as he walked along the
long aisles of books searching for the correct section. To his surprise, the Gryffindor area was
practically deserted. He'd only seen a few wizards walking by since he started way back in G.G.
1100.

"1960-70, ahh, yes!" Harry exclaimed excitedly as he pulled a large, thick book from the
shelf and opened its front cover, "A complete listing of the Past and Present Hogwarts
students from 1970-1980. Excellent!"

1. Anxious to begin his search, Harry spun around frantically to find an empty study table, only
to collide with a young witch passing by.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" Her apologetic voice cried, as she reached down to pick up the
array of papers she'd been carrying which were now scattered across the floor. "I was so
busy with my work that I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, please forgive
me..."

Harry shook his head in disbelief as he reached down to help pick up the fallen parchment. That
voice, that innocent yet seductive voice. That hair, that flowing, silky hair. But it couldn't
be, could it?

At that very moment, she looked up at him and all of his minds racing questions were
answered.

"Hermione!"

"Harry..." She responded in astonishment. "What are you doing here?"

But he couldn't answer.

The site of her had left him speechless. It'd only been two weeks since he'd seen her last,
but somehow; she looked even more beautiful. He watched in awe as she brushed a stray hair from her
face, as her eyes twinkled and a captivating smile slowly curved onto her full, sensuous lips.
Hermione didn't need a wand, everything about her oozed magic.

"I uhh," He began, clearing his throat. "I was umm, just doing some research on
Remus' old girlfriend from school, Aphrodisiac."

"I beg your pardon?" She asked as she gave him a puzzled stare.

"Athena!" He answered quickly, and very loudly as several people turned to stare at him,
"Athena Helios, yeah sorry. That's the one."

"Are you feeling all right?" She asked worriedly.

"Yes, fine, fine. Just a little surprised to see you here." He replied as he fidgeted
with the string on his cloak and continued gawking at Hermione.

"Now I know you are feeling ill." She said with a laugh, "You're surprised to
see *me* in a library? If anything, *I* am the one who should be shocked!"

"Not surprised to see you here, just surprised to see *you*." He said with a nervous
grin.

"Well, rest assured this is the *last* place I thought I'd catch up with you or Ron.
It's part of the reason I spend so much time here. I figured it'd be safe. Him being
allergic to books, and you with the attention span of a blast ended skrewt."

"God, she was sexy when she was insulting him." Harry thought to himself as he gave her
the once over. Just watching her stand there was causing him to lose all self-control. It was at
that moment he wished he'd paid a little more attention when Flitwick was teaching Composure
Charms.

"Harry, are you sure you aren't ill? St. Mungo's is just down the road, I can see you
there if you'd like..." Hermione looked at him with concern. She'd never seen him like
this before and was really becoming worried.

"No!" He insisted as his voice cracked and she continued to stare at him oddly.
"I'm fine, I just really need to help Lupin out. I know he's lonely, especially with
Sirius being with Rosmerta now. I'd like to give him a second chance for love. After all, I
know what it's to be the third whe-"

"Ahem," She coughed, in a desperate attempt to change the subject as the awkwardness
between them escalated to an even higher level. "Perhaps I could take a look then? You know
research is my specialty, and I just adore Remus. I'd like to see him happy. I'd hate for
*anyone* to feel like a third wheel."

Harry nodded as he handed her the book and watched attentively as she began to peruse through the
pages.

"Hmm, Helios, Athena...where could you be?"

But Harry paid no attention to her words; he was too busy staring at the vision standing before
him. It was hard to imagine that anyone could be so incredibly tantalizing while lost in between
the covers of a yearbook, but she was. Even the way she turned the pages gracefully and gently, was
enough to make his mind become so discombobulated that someone might think he'd been struck
with an extra potent memory charm. Why was he standing here? He suddenly thought to himself as he
watched her turn her head so her hair would fall over her shoulder and her nose grimaced in
concentration. He wasn't worthy to be mere inches from this goddess that stood before him. No
one was. It was as though Aphrodite herself had fallen from Mt. Olympus and landed by his side. To
be this close to something so provocative and enchanting would make any man lose his mind. But it
was a small price to pay. Just being in her presence made insanity seem like an eternity in
paradise.

"Here she is!" Hermione squealed with delight, causing Harry to back from his trance.
"Athena Helios, model Gryffindor. Outstanding Prefect, awarding winning Quidditch Chaser,
scored 13 O.W.L.S., and was loved by all of her teachers and fellow students, but none more than
Remus J. Lupin!" Hermione smiled brightly as she grabbed Harry's arm and squeezed it
tightly. "Oh Harry! Isn't that romantic! It's so uplifting to read a real life love
story!"

"Ha, *uplifting*," Harry laughed nervously as sweat formed on his brow, and he looked
down at her hand still clutching him tightly. "Good word. *Very* appropriate."

"An excellent Potions student, Athena went on to teach the subject at the Blarneystone Academy
for Primary Wizarding Education in Dublin and currently resides at 31 Shamrock Road with her
Mother, Desmond, and pet cat, Ashling...Oh look!"

She jumped excitedly, and moved closer to him as Harry felt his heart to pound and his mind race.
His thoughts stormed through his head, and suddenly and rather strangely the memory of his first
potions lessons with Snape overcame him "Bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses." He
sighed "if only she *knew* the effect she was having on him. It was much stronger than
anything he could have ever brewed in a cauldron. She was intoxicating and living proof that even
The Boy Who Lived had an Achilles' Heel.

"It's Athena and Remus...aren't they just precious!" Hermione exclaimed joyously
as she pointed to a black and white picture of the two of them. Remus was smiling happily, his arms
around Athena's waist as she looked up at him with complete adoration and her long, raven hair
flew through the wind. "Oh Harry, you just *have* to find her! They look perfect
together!"

He smiled at her and then studied the picture. They did look as though they were made for each
other. So happy, so in love. It reminded him of another duo, currently much closer than Remus and
Athena.

"I will." He assured, "I won't let him down. He needs her, and I need to see him
happy. Restore my faith in love a bit."

"Things always work out in the end, Harry. You have to believe that." She smiled at him
through her own sadness. "Don't lose faith, Potter."

"I won't," He nodded.

"Good." She replied with a smile, handing him back the book, "then I guess I better
get going. I only came by to pick up the first few copies of my book, I still have a lot of
preparation for class before school starts again..."

"Your book?" He asked curiously.

"Yes," She answered proudly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a rather large
textbook offering it to Harry. "I didn't like any of the other books on Arithmancy, so I
decided to write my own."

"The Alluring Art of Arithmancy, by Hermione Granger" He read aloud with a laugh.
"Pretty impressive, but a bit hefty for the first years, don't ya think?"

"Nonsense! It's only 997 pages long! I read Hogwarts: A History the summer before first
year and that was 1,254 pages!" She in a rather defensive tone.

"Hermione, Hogwarts: A History wasn't required first year reading. I do think it was on
Filch's list for punishment and torture though..." Harry chuckled.

"Go ahead, laugh it up." She replied as she stuffed her papers into her bag and folded
her arms across her chest, "You watch how many students come out of that school as clever as I
did."

"I seriously doubt that." Harry replied with a grin.

"Oh really?" She said, not amused with his sarcasm.

"Really." He nodded, "I assure you, Professor Granger, that you are *one* of a
kind."

"You know, Harry, *you* should consider teaching." She blushed.

"And why is that?" He smirked, pleased that he was now the one having an effect on
*her*.

"Because you've mastered the art of smooth talking." She winked.

He let out a hearty laugh as he handed the book back to her. "I'll let you get going then.
I've got to get ready for Dublin..."

"Wait just a minute." She said as she reached in her bag to pull out a quill. "I was
going to send this as part of your birthday gift, but since you're here now."

Taking the book from his hands, she opened the front cover and took a minute to sign it before
handing it back.

"Autographed, first edition." He grinned widely. "Imagine all the Silver Knuts I
could get if I took this to Flourish and Blotts...Kidding! Just kidding!"

Slapping him gently on the arm, she flashed him a warning grin and then put her quill back in her
bag.

"It was good to see you, Harry." She smiled, as she embraced him. "Take
care."

"You, too, Hermione." He replied as he wrapped his arms around her waist and returned the
hug.

After several moments, she pulled away and ran her hand through his hair, and with a smile, placed
a soft kiss on his cheek and disapparated.

It took him a minute to get his bearings, as she once again had the effect on *him*, but when he
did he quickly opened the book and read the words she'd written just a few moments ago.

*"To Friendship and Bravery-

I know we made a promise to stay away from each other for five years, but serendipitously
"bumping" into you made my day. Good luck on your journey and rest assured that true love
*will* conquer all.

All My Love,

Books & Cleverness*



6. Great Loss, Great Love...
----------------------------

Author’s Note: I am sorry this chapter took so long, I have been extremely busy with work and
school. I hope you will enjoy it even though there isn’t any H&Hr. I promise they are coming in
the next chapter which will be out later tonight or hopefully tomorrow. Enjoy!



Chapter 6: Great Loss, Great Love...



"27.....29......31 Shamrock Road, this is it!" Harry exclaimed proudly as he made his
way through the gate and up the cobble stone path to the front door.



The home of Athena Helios was small, but very beautiful. It was surrounded by a picket fence,
and a garden of exquisite blossoming flowers. It looked like a small cottage straight from a fairy
tale, and if Harry had has way, a cottage wouldn't be the only thing that Athena and Remus had
in common with fairy tales.



"Well, I know you didn't come all the way to Ireland to stop and smell the roses, did
ya Harry? I haven't been there in awhile, but I am almost certain there are some around
Godric's Hollow. Not as pretty as ours, but a rose is a rose, is it not?" A petite,
elderly woman said with a bright smile as she opened the front door and stepped outside.



Harry was startled by her presence, and more shocked by the fact that she had known his name and
where he was from.



"How did you know?" He asked curiously.



"Desmond Helios....world renowned Soothsayer." She teased as she walked closer to
where he was standing. "I don't know if you know this, Potter, but I think the only person
who was is in the Daily Prophet more than you was that stupid git Gilderoy Lockhart before his
little accident. The whole wizarding world knows what the Boy Who Lived looks like."



"Of course," Harry nodded, "I'm not one for the glory that comes along that
title."



"Well, you should be. Not enough legendary wizards in your generation if you ask me.
You're a great example to us all. You're hope for a future free of dark magic and
destruction."



"Thank you." He smiled shyly.



"No need to thank me, boy." She replied as she made her way back toward the house.
"Well, I know you didn't come here for a flower show, so I guess you'll be wanting to
see Athena then? She's not home just yet, but I am expecting her shortly.."



"How did you-"



"World renowned Soothsayer, but shhh, it's a secret." She repeated with a wink as
she opened the front door and motioned for him to come inside.



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"You've got your Mother's eyes." Desmond smiled as she poured Harry and
herself a cup of hot tea. "Green as the sea and just as deep. Very honest and compassionate.
The rest of you is all James."



Harry grinned. He loved hearing about his parents, and he loved it even more when people told
him that he was like them, whether it his traits or appearance. It wasn't easy being without
them since he was a year old, but to have them live on in the memories of old friends and
acquaintances was always nice.



"Did you know them well?" He asked as he looked down to find a friendly Calico Cat
purring at his feet.



"Yes, they spent many summer days and nights here with Remus and Athena." She nodded,
as she watched her precious cat hop onto Harry's lap and rub her face against his hand.
"Ashling was very found of James, too. Remus got him for Athena at the beginning of seventh
year. She was around for many of their antics."



"So they were mischievous away from Hogwarts as well?" Harry said with a laugh,
knowing that he and his Father had shared the same passion for adventure and rule breaking.



"Are you kidding? I can't tell you how many cranky ol' witches and wizards almost
burst down my door because those kids had gotten into some sort of trouble. They used to make me so
angry, but not for long. Once I saw the guilty looks on their faces, I had to forgive them. I was a
softee. All of them had good hearts, just like you do."



"Are you really a soothsayer?" Harry questioned, in awe of her certainity of his
character.



"I was a Divination Professor many years ago, just like Professor Trelawney." She said
rolling her eyes at the mention of Trelawney's name. "The only difference between me and
that incompetent git is that she's been right only twice and I've been wrong....only
twice."



Harry felt a chill run through his body. Divination was not his favorite subject, on the
contrary, it was most definitely his least favorite. Professor Trelawney had spent most of the time
telling him he was doomed and the rest of the time predicting things that Filch the Squib could
have foreseen. He'd always believed her to be a fraud, except for the one time when another
being seemed to momentarily posess her long enough to accurately predict the resurrection of Lord
Voldemort. He had heard from Dumbledore that she'd been right on another occasion, but never
knew what that prediction was. Desmond Helios seemed much different than Cybil Trelawney. She
didn't seem as eager to make such horrific traditions, but rather had a unique ability to see a
person through what they truly were. Harry remembered reading once that the eyes were the window to
the soul. He got the distinct feeling that Desmond's divination capabilities were very similar
to that quote.



"You don't see things the way she does...do you?" Harry asked nervously as he
swallowed a large lump in his throat and proceeded to take a sip of his tea.



"You mean do I see a large Hungarian Horntail making a pot roast out of you next
week?" She said with a wink. "No, my visions aren't as grave and disconserting as
hers, but I do see things that aren't pleasant, I won't deny that."



Harry watched as her expression faded from bright and smiling to cold and somber. There was
something about her that wasn't there with Trelawney. There was more of a genuine quality,
which is why he was certain that whatever it was that wasn't pleasant in his future would
surely come true.



"Wha- What do you see?" He asked in a slightly trembling voice.



"I see good, and I see bad..." She sighed, as she reached over and took his tea cup,
surveying the leaves carefully as she continued to speak. "You've experienced many great
losses at such a young age, Harry. I am sad to say that you will have one more to endure."



Harry was stunned as he felt his heart jump up into his throat and his mind began to race a mile
a minute. No, this can't be true. Not again, not someone he loved. Who? Who else could he
losed? Hadn't he suffered enough? Would it be Sirius? Hagrid? Ron? Or heaven forbid, his
beloved Hermione? The room was spinning as a feeling of nausea ran through his body. He
couldn't believe the words he was hearing, but a small part of him knew it was inevitable.



"Harry..." Desmond's soothing and concerned voice called out, causing Harry to
come back from his worrisome thoughts. "Harry, I am so sorry, I didn't want to upset you,
but I believe it is best to know the truth, and that isn't all that I see for you. May I
continue? I think you will like the second part much more..."



"Please do." He smiled slightly, eager to hear something a little more
encouraging.



"Great loss will be followed by an even greater love....the kind that will last
forever." She grinned widely, putting down the tea cup and calling for Ashling to come to
her.



"Great love?" He repeated in a puzzled tone, his thoughts instantly on Hermione.
"Do you know who with?"



"I'm sorry, no." She said shaking her head. "I only see parts of the events,
not everything. I wish I could see more. I might have been able to prevent a lot of tragedies in my
time..."



"I'm sure your predictions have done a lot of good." He replied with a bright
smile.



"Quite the charmer, too." Desmond grinned, "You do more than look like your
father, Harry."



"Mum, are you home?"



A voice called from the hall, followed by the slamming of the door. Harry watched as a slender
and petite woman entered the room. Athena Helios and her Mother looked almost nothing alike.
Desmond had wavy red hair pulled back in a tight bun, and her skin was as white as milk. Athena on
the other hand, had straight and sleek raven locks that fell to the middle of her back, and an
olive complection. The only two things that the women had in common were their pale blue eyes and
that they were both extremely pretty, but in very different ways.



"Oh, I didn't know we had company." Athena smiled warmly, extending her hand to
Harry.



"'Lo." He replied with a grin as he shook her hand.



"Athena!" Desmond exclaimed, "Don't you recognize this young man?"



"Should I?" She asked curiously, eyeing Harry carefully as he watched the shocked look
overcome her face when she made the realization of who he was. "Oh my goodness, you're
Lily and James' son! You're Harry Potter!"



"Yes." He nodded as he felt her fling his arms around his neck and begin to sob in his
embrace.



"You look just like him. I don't know how I didn't see it immediately!" She
wept, pulling back from his embrace and wiping the stray tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry,
I just I didn't expect this! What are you doing here?"



"I'm on a mission." He said with a wide grin. "You see a long time ago two
celestial beings lost each other. You can think of me as the star sent to guide them back to where
they belong."



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"What on earth are we doing here?" Remus protested as Sirius lead him up a long dirt
trail to the top of a hill overlooking the sunset upon Godric's Hollow. "You know I
can't bear to come here, it makes me think of..."



But he couldn't finish. Standing a few feet in front of him stood Harry, a smile of
satisfaction painted across his face, and a little further on was Athena, joyful tears pouring down
her cheeks as she looked at him with her bright blue eyes that were filled with hope for the first
time in years.



"Is this a dream?" Remus asked in disbelief as he felt his heart start to pound inside
his chest. "This can't be real."



"If you're dreaming, then so am I." Her quivering voice called as she walked
closer to him and reached her hand to touch his face. "And if we're both dreaming, I
don't ever want to wake up."



Remus laughed as he ran his trembling fingers through her hair, and looked her over thoroughly,
still unable to believe that she was actually back in his arms.



"I missed you, Sunshin-"



But he couldn't finish. She silenced his words with a passionate kiss that was more than
twenty years overdue.



"That would be our cue to leave." Sirius whispered and Harry nodded his head in
agreement.



And with a pop, they were gone, and all that remained was the Remus, Athena, and the dusk. The
perfect time of day to symbolize the reunion of sun and moon.






7. Gift of the Animagi
----------------------

Chapter 7- Gift of the Animagi



Several weeks had passed since Harry had succeeded in reuniting Remus and Athena, and never in
his life had he seen a couple look happier. After a second visit to Dublin with the new couple,
Sirius, and Rosmerta, Desmond informed him that the type of all consuming love and devotion shared
between Athena and Remus was reminiscent of the love shared between Harry's parents. Hearing
this made the young Potter ecstatic. It gave him comfort in knowing that even though their time on
this earth was short, they had found each other and a love that lasted beyond the realm of this
world.



Harry's birthday finally arrived and he'd received an owl from Hermione saying how much
she missed him and wished she could be with him. As a gift, she sent him a scrapbook from their
years at Hogwarts, complete with every article ever written about him in the Daily Prophet, and
many photos of him, her, Ron, and the rest of their friends. He found himself getting lost in it
for well over an hour. Reminiscing on the simpler times when they were a trio and romantic feelings
had not complicated things. He found himself missing her more each day, and life became
increasingly difficult without her around as he watched how happy Remus and Athena were, not to
mention Rosmerta and Sirius. Five years was seeming more and more like an eternity as each day
passed with the speed of a tortoise crossing the Sahara.



Ron had also written to Harry expressing his regret that do to his current practice schedule, he
would not be able to see his friend on his birthday. He wished him all the best and was sure to
inform him that he was already on a winning streak of 124 consecutive saves for his Quidditch Team.
He also expressed hope that Harry would come to his next game and watch him go for the record,
enclosing a ticket to the match against Puddlemere United and the latest edition of "From
Bludger to Snitch: The Ultimate Quidditch Guide". Nothing would have pleased Harry more then
to cheer his friend on, but unfortunately the match was scheduled for the day his auror training
was to begin. Extremely disappointed, he wrote back to Ron informing him that he would not be able
to make it, but would certainly be rooting for him from afar.



**************************************



"Good morning, birthday boy!" An extremely happy Remus exclaimed as he and Sirius
walked towards him as he descended the stairs.



"'Mornin' to you two as well," He said with a forced smile, not feeling much
like celebrating after having to spend his eighteenth birthday away from his best friend and the
girl he loved most.



"Why so glum, Potter? It's your birthday, you received presents from your friends, you
have us here to celebrate with, not to mention Athena and Rosmerta. What could be better than
that?" Remus asked with a wide grin that had been plastered on his face ever since Athena had
come back into his life.



"Snogging Hermione." Sirius teased as he put his arm around Harry's shoulders and
led him to the living the room.



"That's not funny. At least you and Moony over here don't have to be separated from
the women you love!" Harry said in a disgusted tone.



"Don't even go there, Harry." Remus replied shaking his head. "Five years is
*nothing*, when you get to twenty plus, *then* you can talk to me about separation."



"I see having Athena back in your life has also given you a witty sense of humor."
Harry mumbled coldly.



"I know! It's about time that boy loosened up! I am so glad to have the old, joking
Remus back. Now, if we can just get rid of the wand that's stuck up your as-"



"Ask him if he is ready for his gift." Rosmerta interrupted as she entered the room
with Athena close behind and shot Sirius a warning glance.



"Sorry." He muttered with a wink to Remus. "Ready for your gift then,
Harry?"



"I guess." He replied unenthusiastically.



"Smile lad, this is something that is going to come in handy for auror training, not to
mention for your lady problems.



"What do you mean?" He asked curiously as he moved forward in his seat.



"Thought that might get your attention." Sirius chuckled as he walked over to the
coffee table and pulled out a long, narrow box wrapped in red paper with a gold bow.



"Harry Potter, it is with great honor and pride that I, Mr. Padfoot, as well as Mr. Moony,
and in the spirit of Mr. Prongs present to you the Gift of the Animagi."



Confused, Harry took the package from Sirius and proceeded to open it. Inside he found a picture
frame, and the drawing of a large, snowy owl with piercing green eyes perched on a branch. On the
top of the frame was the inscription, "Moony, Padfoot, Prongs", and on the bottom was the
name "Apollo".



"What is this?" He asked puzzled by the gift.



"This is your new identity, Harry." Remus began to explain. "You see, you made a
promise to your dear Hermione that you would stay away from her for five years time, however, Mr.
Apollo here did not."



A large grin slowly spread across Harry's face as he realized exactly what their intentions
were.



"I do have a letter I need to send to Hermione..."



"And you can do it yourself with three little words and a whole lot of concentration: Owlus
Animagus Totalus."



Too excited to wait any longer Harry jumped up from his seat and bounded for the stairs, turning
back and motioning for Remus and Sirius to follow.



"Let's go."



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"Hermione, are you home?" Lavender Brown's voice called out through their small
flat on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.



"In here." She answered from the living room, curled up by the fire with a photo album
in hand.



"Hey, we missed you down at The Leaky Cauldron. Ginny, Neville and Dean were asking for
you."



"Didn't feel much like going out today." She replied as she tried to
inconspicuously wipe a few stray tears from her eyes.



"So which one is it now, Harry or Ron?" She asked, rolling her eyes and laughing.



"Potter." She answered with a slight smile. "It's his birthday....I just wish
I was with him."



"Girl, you've got it bad." Lavender chuckled, "Not only for one of the most
eligible bachelor's in the Wizarding World, but two."



"I know, selfish, isn't it? I can't help myself." She said sadly, "I love
them both in different ways."



"It's not selfish, Hermione. I know you'd do anything to avoid hurting either one.
They both adore you, how could you not be conflicted when two incredible men are enamored with you?
Especially when you spent seven years as their best friend."



"I know, I just wish it wasn't so complicated." she sighed, flipping the photo
album to a picture of the three of them after Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup during Seventh
Year.



"Yeah." Lavender nodded as she looked over at the photo Hermione was surveying.
"Ya know, I never understood how you and Ron ever got together. Your personalities just
clashed."



"That was part of the fun." Hermione laughed, "If there is one thing Ron and I
both enjoyed, it was a challenge."



"What about Harry?" Lavender asked curiously, "You and he got along very well.
What attracted you to him?"



"He's a different kind of challenge." Hermione began to explain, looking down at
the photo and lovingly running her fingers over Harry's scar. "The Boy Who Lived. Harry
had a way of distancing himself and not being able to open up. It used to frustrate me so much when
he'd pull away and not confide in me. He insisted on being a loner, but I was equally
persistent on being let in. It was my intention to remain friends with him, but that night before
graduation, I couldn't help myself. I saw the vulnerability and raw emotion in his eyes. I saw
how much he needed me and to my surprise, I found myself needing him as well."



Lavender was taken aback by Hermione's outpouring of the truth. She now realized just how
difficult her situation had been, and why her love for both of these men was tearing her apart.



"If you could go back and change any of it, would you?"



"I don't regret what happened that night between me and Harry, but I do regret that all
three of us had to be hurt." She answered as she bit down on her trembling lip. "I
believe everything happens for a reason, so no I wouldn't change a thing. Everyone has to fall
once in awhile, but rising afterwards is what makes us stronger."



"Spoken like the clever little witch you are." Lavender smiled, as she patted
Hermione's hand and then got up from her seat. "I'm going to bed, you should try and
get some sleep yourself. Everything will turn out okay."



"Thanks, I'm going to go in a few minutes."



She replied as she took one last look at the photo and then closed the album, wiping a few more
tears from her eyes as Lavender headed to her room, muttering a silent cheering charm for her
troubled friend.



Hermione stared at the fireplace, her thoughts jumping from Harry to Ron and back again. This
decision was more painful then she'd expected, but she hoped in the end it would turn out to be
the right one. Deciding to take Lavender's advice and head for bed, she started her way towards
her room when a light tapping at the window brought her back.



"Who on earth could that be at this hour?" She wondered aloud as she walked over to
the window and found a snowy white owl outside it.



"Hedwig!" She exclaimed with a smile as she let him in and happily took the letter
from him. Desperate for Harry's words, she tore into the envelope and pulled out the parchment
that was inside.



*"Dearest Hermione,*



*Thank you so much for the wonderful photo album. If I can't have you here with me,
it's nice to be able to stroll down memory lane. It is no comparison to the real thing, but it
still helps to think about all the happy times we have shared, and I hope that there will be many
more like them in our future. It's not easy turning eighteen without your best friends there
with you, but I know that even though you and Ron aren't here in the flesh, you are never far
away in spirit, and of course in my heart.*



*I hope that everything is going well with you as you prepare for teaching at Hogwarts. Auror
Training starts soon, and I hope it will help keep to keep me distracted. Anything to get these
next five years moving faster.*



*I have to go now, Sirius and Remus are calling. Speaking of Remus, I almost forgot to tell
you that he and Athena are back together. Reuniting them has to be one of my greatest achievements.
Everyday I watch their love grow and hear people say how much they are like my parents. It gives me
hope that things will work out in the end, and that great love will prevail.*



*Send my best to your family and Lavender. I hope to hear back from you soon.*



*Love Always,*

*Harry*



*P.S. Your book was indeed "alluring", but then again, I never expected
otherwise.*



Hermione smiled through her sobs as she read and reread the letter. She missed him so much
lately, and hearing from him had been the best thing to happen to hear since their run in at the
library. The news that bringing Athena back to Remus had been so successful had not only renewed
Harry's faith, but hers as well. Whatever happened at the end of five years, only time would
tell. One thing she knew for certain was that Harry was on to something: nothing can ever stand in
the way of great love, no matter which way the cards should fall.



Turning towards Hedwig as she wiped her tear stained face, she noticed something about the owl
that she hadn't before.

"Did you always have green eyes?" She asked in a puzzled tone. "Listen to me,
talking to owls! I'm sleep deprived! Better go to bed before they start to answer back. Stay
the night, Hedwig. I'm sure I will have a letter for you to send back to Harry in the
morning."



Glancing once again at the snowy owl, she could have sworn that he winked at her. Certain that
she was indeed lacking sleep, she finally headed to bed as Apollo made his way over to the chair by
the fire, taking pleasure in spending the night wrapped up in the scent of the woman he loved more
than life itself.





8. Auror Extraordinaire
-----------------------

Chapter 8- Auror Extraordinaire



Author’s note: Be patient, more H&Hr is on the way and I promise Hermione will keep her word
in regards to the Quidditch match mentioned in this chapter :) Enjoy!



Dedication: This is for J, Happy Birthday! :)



After spending a glorious night wrapped up in Hermione's fireside chair, Apollo left the
flat bright and early the next morning with a brand new letter in tow. Harry rushed back home and
flew straight through his bedroom window before transfiguring back into himself and then proceed to
read the letter he'd just received from Hermione.



*Dearest Harry,*



*It was so good to hear back from you. I am extremely pleased about Remus and Athena. It is so
nice to know that happily ever after doesn't only exist in fairy tales. Be sure to send them my
best, as well as to Sirius and Rosmerta.*



*I know that Ron has told you that he is expected to break the Quidditch Keeper record or
something at a game tonight. He's also told me that you won't be able to go, but asked if
I'd attend. He said we don't have to speak or anything, but thought it would be nice if I
could cheer him on from the stands. Since we've already had two "chance" meetings, I
thought it'd only be fair if I went to see him play, especially since you won't be
there.*



"Two chance meetings?" He said aloud, "What does she mean two?"



*I hope that you had a fabulous birthday and that you will write back soon. Good luck with
Auror Training, although I am sure you won't need it.*



*All my love,*

*Hermione*



*P.S. Nice try with the owl- I'd recognize those green eyes anywhere.*



**************************************



"There he is now," Mad Eye Moody's rough and boisterous voice called out to Harry
as he walked through the fourth floor corridor of the Ministry of Magic. "Auror
Extraordinaire, Harry Potter!"



"'Lo, Sir!" Harry said as he shook Moody's shaking hand.



Ever since Harry's fourth year, Mad Eye had acted even more "mad" than usual. He
was scheduled to become Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, but was kidnapped and impersonated
by Barty Crouch, a loyal servant to Lord Voldemort who hatched the plan to bring the Dark Lord back
to power. The real Mad Eye was held captive in his own trunk for nine months. Even though he'd
devoted his entire life before that ordeal to ridding the world of Death Eaters, he became even
more obsessed after he was held hostage and Voldemort was revived. There were only two people he
truly trusted. One was Dumbledore, and the other way Harry. However, Harry got the feeling that the
only reason that he was trusted was because he was had Dumbledore's word backing him.



"I've been waiting years for this, Potter." Moody replied as a crazed look
appeared over his face, and his magic eye roamed around rapidly. "Dumbledore says you're
going to be the best thing to ever happen to the work of aurors. I have my doubts, but I know Albus
has faith in you. Hell, that scar of yours is legendary, bought time you lived up to it."



"I intend to, Sir." Harry answered with complete confidence in his abilities.



"Good," Moody nodded, "I guess you're ready to start then?"



A wide grin spread across Harry's face.



"I was born ready."



*******************************



Auror training was a lot more grueling than Harry had anticipated. The morning started out with
written tests that consisted of scenarios that one might face when battling dark forces. This had
been the easiest part for Harry, taking avout an hour to complete. Hemanaged to score well above
average, impressing both Mad Eye Moody, and the Director of Intellegence in the Auror training
program, Conan Cassidy.



His next session was an obstacle course lined with Dementors and other dark creatures.
Harry's goal was to successfully disarm and apprehend them in the shortest amount of time
possible without being attacked first. While he sustained a few scrapes and bruises, he still
received high marks for finishing at just under seventeen and a half minutes, nearly tying
Moody's fifty year old record.



The third and final challenge for the morning was a simulated battle against Lord Voldemort.
With the Virtualus Realm spell, the young Wizard was transported to a dark and deserted hilltop
where the Dark Lord waited a few feet in front of him, armed and ready to attack. Moody had warned
Harry not to be an overachiever, there wasn't one Auror, including himself, who'd ever been
able to defeat the simulation. After nearly two hours of spell dueling, which included three near
misses of the Cruciatus Curse, a block of the Imperious, and one close encounter with Avada
Kedavra, Harry sucessfully destroyed Voldemort.



"Bloody Hell, Potter!" Mad Eye Moody exclaimed in a rather shocked tone as Harry came
back from the influence of the Virtualus spell, "No one's ever lasted so long with that no
good bastard, let alone been able to kill him! I might just have to pay up on that ten galleon bet
I placed against you with Dumbledore."



Harry smiled in between heavy breaths as he wiped the sweat from his brow and tucked his wand
back into his robes.



"Thank you, Sir," He answered in a quiet and tired tone, "I'm only sorry it
wasn't the real thing."



"Aren't we all." He replied as he handed Harry a glass of water and then pulled
his flask from his hip to take a drink of his own. "I think you've had enough training for
one day, Potter. Why don't you head down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat and then meet me
back in my office when you finish. There's some paperwork I need you to fill out and then you
can be on your way."



Harry nodded, extremely famished from a morning of intense training, he headed for lunch,
completely unaware of the things he would learn about the current problem plaguing the Ministry of
Magic.



**************************

The lunchroom of the Ministry was filled with chatting Witches and Wizards of all shapes and
sizes. It reminded him of the feasts at Hogwarts and made him sad that those glorious days would be
no more.



"Oh my goodness, it's true then!" A squeaky, high pitched voice called out to
Harry. "The Boy Who Lived is here! It's Potter!"



"Bloody hell," he thought to himself as a large group of screaming witches surrounded
him. They were like vulchers, begging for his autograph and pulling at his robes. Harry hated all
the attention that came with his name, especially this sort if reaction.



"Ladies, control yourselves!" A man's voice called through the crowd, "Mr.
Potter is busy defending us from the dark forces, he doesn't have time for all of this
nonsense! Honestly, where are your manners!"



Harry looked up to find a tall, dark young man making his way through the masses of adoring
witches. He had black hair, slicked backed in a way that reminded him of Draco Malfoy, his
archnemesis from Hogwarts, and a toothy grin that made him think of Gilderoy Lockhart, his
conceited pretty boy Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher from second year.



"Tomas R. Zamba, Mr. Potter." He said as he surveyed the crowd of onlooking witches
and flashed them a wink. "Co-Director of Muggle Information, originally from Majorca.
Graduated from Escuela de la Magia. You can call me Tom."

"Nice to meet you." Harry answered as he extended his hand, "I'm an Auror in
training, graduated from Hogwa-"



"Fascinating." Tomas said with an unamused expression, ignoring Harry's gesture to
shake hands. "Anyway, why don't you let me take these pestering ladies out of your way? I
know after this morning the last thing you need is a group of squealing fans interrupting your
lunch, but I'd be happy to entertain them for you. Adios!"



And with that, Tomas Zamba and his newly acquired legion of fans made their way over to a lunch
table as Harry watched in amazement at how quickly he'd gone from the Boy Who Lived to the Who
that what?



"I see you've met, Mr. Charisma." A bitter tone scoffed from behind him.



"You mean Zamba?" Harry said with a laugh as he turned to find a burly, auburned
haired man standing next to him, "I didn't know Playboy was in the job description for
Co-Director of Muggle Information."



"Neither did I, but keep in mind that he was hired by a female."



"That explains a lot then." He laughed, "I'm Harry, by the way,
Harry-"



"Potter, yea I know. We all know. I think it's why Tom's so threatened. I'm
Edgar Duncan Motlive, the other Co-Director of Muggle Information, but please, call me
Ed."



"Pleased to meet you, Ed, and my sincere condolences for having to work with Mr. Witch
Weekly."



***********************************



"So, how long have been working here?" Harry asked as he sipped his pumpkin juice and
took a bite of corned beef sandwich.



"About two years now. I like it a lot, studying muggles is very interesting, just wish I
didn't have to do it with that incompetent git." Ed replied as he helped himself to a
spoonful of treacle fudge.



"Do you have a lot of work?"



"When I first started things were slow, but it's picked up in the last few months, ya
know, with all the *chatter*."



"Chatter?" Harry asked.



"You-know-who and his followers." Ed whispered as he leaned in closer to Harry, making
sure that no one around was eavesdropping. "Rumor has it his biding his time for a big
comeback, and they think he's got a deatheater embedded in this place to supply him with
knowledge."



Harry felt a shiver run through his body as Ed spoke.



"But what about Moody? Can't he spot the Death Eaters a mile away?"



"Mad Eye ain't what he used to be," Ed replied with a sigh, "I think
that's why they are stepping up the process with you, Potter."



"Yes, but don't they have any idea at all as to who it might be?"



"Oh they have someone in mind all right, but I think they've got it all
wrong."



"Who are they thinking of?" Harry asked curiously.



"Mark Ciaran," Ed replied, once again speaking in a soft tone to avoid attention.
"He works in the Muggle History department. He's quiet and shy, I heard them say he
reminds them of Quirrell. Real shy and anxious, an easy target for Voldemort to prey on. I
don't know him well, but he seems harmless and to be honest with you, I don't think he has
the brains."



"Who do you think it is then?"



"Me? I'd bet a thousand galleons on our old pal, Tom Zamba."



"Are you kidding?" Harry said in disbelief. "You think this Ciaran character is
too stupid to be the informant but you believe that dimwitted pretty boy is the culprit?"



"Go ahead and laugh, but looks are deceiving, Potter." Ed replied in a somber tone.
"It's what's in a name that tells you everything."



"What do you mean by that?"



"I mean," Ed answered as he once again moved in close to Harry. "People can't
even say you-know-who's name, but do you know of anyone that cringes at the sound of Tom
Riddle?"



"I don't understand." Harry responded in a very confused tone. "What does Tom
Riddle have to do with Tom Zo-"



And then, like a ton of bricks, it hit him.



"Not just Tom Zomba." Ed reminded Harry as he watched the realization slowly creep
over his face, "Tom *R.* Zomba."










9. Checkmate
------------

Chapter 9- Checkmate



Author’s note: Please forgive me for taking so long to update. I was very busy with school and
work. Now that I am finished for the summer, I hope to update more frequently. This is a filler
chapter, but I promise things are REALLY going to start speeding up with the next one. I hope you
like what I have planned. Enjoy!



After Harry's first day of auror training, the months began flying by. He was so busy with
his work, that it left little time for him to dwell on anything else and before he knew it, three
years, three-hundred-twenty-seven days, eight hours, and seventeen minutes remained in his pact
with Hermione.



He hadn't completely forgotten about her, on the contrary. She still managed to creep into
his dreams, causing him to wake up sweating and smiling in the morning. She also wrote to him
often, and he kept each and every letter safely tucked away under his bed, reading them frequently.
He spent many hours lost in the memories stored within his pensieve, desperate for anything that
could remind him of what he was missing not only with Hermione, but with Ron as well. The young and
talented Mr. Weasley had been keeping busy himself. After breaking the record for consecutive saves
by a Keeper, he became the most coveted Quidditch player in Europe, and six months ago he had
achieved his dream of becoming a member of the Chudley Cannons. Not only was his athleticism widely
publicized, but he also managed to knock Harry to the number two spot on Witch Weekly's Most
Enchanting Young Wizard list. Not that he minded at all, Harry enjoyed spending time out of the
spotlight, especially when Ron was in it. He was also grateful that he had made it to the game to
see Ron break the record, even if he had missed Hermione, he at least got to celebrate a joyous
occasion with one of the people he cared for the most.



Harry also spent a lot of time watching Remus and Athena. He was so amazed by the two of them,
that sometimes he couldn't help but stare. He had never seen so people so completely in love
that it was impossible to believe they'd endured a twenty-some year separation. He noticed the
look in Remus' eyes when he was gazing at Athena. There was a gleam there now, something more
than when he looked at anyone else. It was one of the most incredible things Harry had ever seen,
and he often wondered if that spark came alive in him when he was looking at Hermione. Only time
would tell if their love was strong enough to withstand so many years apart. Part of him was
certain, but another wasn't so confident.



"Daydreaming again, Potter?" Remus' jovially voice called through the doorway of
Harry's bedroom as the young wizard looked up from his pensieve and smiled.



"Sometimes the dream is better than the reality." He replied as he stretched his arms
and then put the pensieve away.



"Just wait til you get the girl, you'll never want to close your eyes again."
Remus said with a grin as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. "Do you have a few
minutes? I need to ask you something."



"Sure." Harry nodded, "Everything all right?"



"Everything is perfect." Remus assured him, "I' just discussed something with
Sirius and he and I have a plan in the works, but in order for us to be successful, we're going
to need two things from you."



"Anything." Harry replied



"One, you're going to have to break your pact with Hermione for one night. This will
count as an insinuating circumstance, and we will need Ron here, too."



"Okay.." Harry answered, extremely clueless as to where Remus was heading,
"what's the second thing?"



"Will you be the best man for our double wedding?"



"Are you serious?" Harry asked as a huge grin spread across his face. "I would be
honored! When is it? Why didn't you two tell me before? What do you need me to do?"



"It's on Valentine's Day, we didn't tell anyone and all you have to do is show
up and look pretty. Think you can handle that, Potter?"



"It's what I do best," He said with a wink. "I am so happy for you Remus. You
and Athena deserve all the best, so do Sirius and Rosmerta, but you two have just- well, you know
what I mean."



"Believe me, Harry," Remus said as he placed a comforting hand on Harry's
shoulder, "if things are meant to be with you and Hermione, it will be *well* worth the
wait."




**********************************



*Dear Harry,*



*It's great to hear the news about Remus and Athena and Sirius and Rosmerta. I've
already told the coach I'll be needing that day off, rest of the family should be coming, too
It'll be great to see you again, and Hermione. Take care and write back soon. I want to hear
more about Auror Training.*



*Ron*



*P.S. We beat the Haileyburg Hammers in Toronto last night, but I got a broken nose. You
should see the teasing I got from Fred and George (who say Hi, as does the rest of my dysfunctional
family). Hope you can make it to another game soon, let me know when you can come and I'll send
you some tickets. (good ones at that)*

Harry laughed as he pictured Ron with a broken nose and Fred and George cracking jokes about it.
He missed being able to spend weekends with the Weasley family, getting into all kinds of mischief
and staying up late in fits of laughter. It would be good to see Ron and the gang again.

Harry had sent off letters with Hedwig as soon as Remus had told him the good news. Ron and
Hermione both responded right away and Harry was ecstatic to hear that both were coming, but
especially happy that he’d heard from Hermione.



*Dear Harry,*



*A double wedding! How incredibly romantic! I would not miss this for the world! It will be
great to see Sirius, Rosmerta and Remus again, and I cannot wait to meet Athena! Both couples
deserve so much happiness, and I am so excited to see you as best man. They couldn't have
picked a better wizard for the job. It will be wonderful to have the trio together again..
Valentine's Day can't get here fast enough!*



*Send my love to everyone and let them know I will be attending! Please owl back soon, I miss
hearing from you.*



*All my love,*

*Hermione*



*P.S. I think Hedwig deserves a break, don't you? Perhaps you could send a letter with
Appollo?*



Harry grinned at her last line. It was nice to know that Hermione was missing him, too. As grim
as their separation had been, things were starting to look up. The Double Wizard Wedding was
without a doubt going to be the event of the year.



************************************




“This wedding sounds great.” Ed said as he instructed his Knight to capture Harry’s Castle.
“It’s also wonderful that you will see your friends.”



“Yep.” Harry said with a smile as he told his Queen to move diagonally. “I’m looking forward to
it. You should come if you want, they’d all love to meet you. I’ve told them what a good friend
you’ve been. I’ll even introduce you to Dumbledore.”



“Dumbledore, I don’t know if I could meet him,” Ed replied in a nervous tone as his Bishop took
Harry’s pawn and moved just one square away from his King. “Check.”



“Why not? He’s the most fantastic wizard of the age. Voldemort himself fears him. I thought you
would enjoy meeting him.”



“Just nervous I guess.” He answered with an awkward grin, as Harry had his King from harms way.
“He’s such a strong and powerful presence in the wizarding world, I think I’d be a bit
overwhelmed.”



“He’s just like you and me, a good guy out to get the bad guys.” Harry assured him as Ed moved
his Bishop back to take one of Harry’s pawns.



“Perhaps he should come here and rid us of Zomba then. Albus Dumbledore should be able to sniff
that rat out with no problem.” Ed sneered.



“You still don’t trust him, do you?” Harry asked, as he eyed Ed suspiciously.



“Nope, and I never will. Something’s going on in this Ministry, and I’m the only one who seems
to care.”



“We all care, Ed. I had Moody check out Zomba months ago and he said he was okay. I think it’s
just his attitude that you don’t like.” Harry answered as he took one of Ed’s pawns with his
Knight.



“Well, I hope I am wrong.” Ed sighed, as his Queen took Harry’s castle. “I just have a feeling
that things are going to go terribly wrong, and Zomba is involved somehow. I told you months ago,
it’s all in the name.”



“Yes, I know, but Tom is a common name and a lot of people have the middle initial R. I think
it’s just coincidence. You’ve got to relax. If Voldemort did have someone in here, I think we’d
know by now. If and when he does strike again, we will be ready. You have to have faith in the
Ministry.” Harry replied as he moved Bishop to Ed’s Knight



“I guess.” Ed nodded, as he searched the board for his next move. “I just think that things are
going to get out of control very quickly.”



“What makes you say that?” Harry asked, looking up from the game and noticing the far off gaze
in Ed’s eyes. His behavior was extremely odd.



“Just a feeling, I mean, it’s how it happened the last time. He came out of nowhere,” Ed replied
softly as he moved his Queen to the left of Harry’s King. He had him right where you wanted
him.



“When the Dark Lord comes back to power, it’s going to happen fast, so fast we won’t even see it
coming. Faster than you can say ‘checkmate’.”







10. To Love Somebody...
-----------------------

Author’s note: I haven’t updated this story in over a year but I had a chance to reread it the
other night and thought that it would be ashame not to finish it. I hope you all enjoy this new
chapter and I will try to follow up with more soon. I do want to complete this story since I had
outlined the entire thing over two years ago and thanks to all of you who have read it.



***New Note*** I updated this chapter to fix the inconsistency with Ron and the Canons. I guess
I missed that detail when I went back to browse over previous chapters. Thanks to the readers who
pointed that out!



Chapter 10- To Love Somebody...



The weeks leading up to the double wedding flew by. On Valentine’s Day a soft blanket of snow
draped the hilltop where the Remus and Athena and Sirius and Rosmerta would recite their vows. The
gorgeous white landscape painted a perfect backdrop for the occasion.



The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. Sirius had everyone in stitches with his hilarious
yet sweet tribute to his bride, and there wasn’t a dry eye left in the house when Remus read the
vows that he had prepared for Athena. Harry was so happy for both couples and only wished that his
parents could have been there to see their best friends find such happiness.



Ron had owled earlier in the week to inform Harry that he would be unable to attend the ceremony
because he had managed to get a big tournament against Puddlemere United in order to make the
conference Championships. Harry had written back to wish his friend luck and let him know that
Sirius and Remus also wished him the best and knew better than anyone that you had to follow your
heart.



Just about everyone else from their Hogwarts days had shown up for the event. Dumbledore had a
fair share of Fire Whiskey and he and Hagrid spent much of the reception dancing quite badly to the
sounds of the Weird Sisters. Dobby and his house elf crew insisted on catering and preparing the
event and did a fine job with the arrangement and the foods. Professor McGonagle and even Snape
arrived to wish the happy couples well. There was just one person missing, and that one person was
enough to make Harry feel alone in a room full of people.



Disappointed by Hermione’s abscence, Harry left the reception tent quietly, and took a stroll
back to the hilltop where the ceremony had taken place.



“Looking for someone?”



Harry smiled as the voice called out from behind him. He knew exactly who it was before he even
turned around.



“Hermione....” he exclaimed in awe as he caught his first glimpse of her.

She was absolutely breathtaking. Her hair was straightened and fell a few inches below her
shoulders. She wore a simple, yet stunning black fitted tube dress that ended just above her knee.
She was wearing very little makeup, and yet she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. It
felt like his heart had stopped beating and then began pounding all in the same moment. There were
no words to describe what he was feeling, but he knew he’d never need a pensieve to remember every
aspect of it.



“I am speechless...” He said as he swallowed a large lump that had developed in his throat.



“Should I take that as a compliment?” She asked nervously as she ran her hands over the sides of
her dress.



“Absolutely.” He grinned devilishly. “I’ve never seen someone look so beautiful.”



“Harry...” Hermione replied as her face became beet red.



“I’d almost given up on you.”



“Sorry I was hiding out in the back during the ceremony.....I was looking out for you and Ron
and trying to make our meeting as easy as possible, but I didn’t see him...”



“He couldn’t come, has a big match tonight that could put the Canons in the Championship. He
stopped by earlier this morning and told me to send you his best.”



“The Championship!” Hermione exclaimed joyously. “That’s so wonderful for him, I am sure he will
do just great!”



“Me too...” Harry smiled as he nervously searched for more words to continue the awkward
conversation with,, “I can’t believe how fast this day came.”



“I know, it seems like just yesterday you owled to tell me about the wedding and now the
reception is winding down and I haven’t even danced yet.” Hermione winked.



“Are you implying that you would like to dance with me, Miss Granger?”



“It’s the least we could share, Harry.”



“The *very* least,” he said with a grin. “May I have this dance?”



Hermione smile as she wrapped one arm around Harry’s neck and took his hand with the other.



“I’d be honored..” Hermione replied as the two slowly began to sway in rhythm to the echoes of a
song playing in the distance at the reception.



*There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be
Lived with you, lived with you
There's a way
Everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring?
If I ain't got you, ain't got...*

“It’s a little unsettling...” Harry whispered as he moved his hand to brush a loose tendril of
hair from Hermione’s face.

“What is?” She asked curiously.

“How fitting this song is...”

*You don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody, to love somebody
The way I love you*

“How did we get to this point, Harry? How did it get so complicated?” Hermione sighed as she
rested her head on Harry’s shoulder.

“Puberty?” He quipped as he pulled away to look at her. “It isn’t *my* fault you had to develop
into such a beautiful witch.”

“I’m not joking...”

“Neither am I....”

And with that reply, Harry softly caressed Hermione’s cheek as he leaned down and kissed her as
tears slowly poured down her angst filled face.

*In my brain
I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
And I'm blind, so very blind*

The kiss was tender at first, and then grew with desperation and longing. Hermione had wanted to
pull away. She knew because of the pact what they were doing was wrong, but the moment just felt so
right. After a few moments of an inner battle between mind and heart, Hermione finally broke away
from Harry.

“Please don’t pull away, Hermione.” Harry pleaded as tears began to form in his own eyes, I need
you.”

“I can’t..” She wept as she shook her head and turned her back to him, “If we don’t stop now, we
are going to regret this later..”

“No!” Harry cried out as he grabbed her shoulder and turned her towards him, placing his hands
on either side of her face. “I promise you that if you stay with me tonight, you will *not* regret
what happens.”

And once again, he pulled her to his lips and kissed her with a passion she had never felt
before.



*I'm a man
Can't you see what I am?
I live and breathe for you
But what good does it do
If I ain't got you, ain't got you*

“Stop it, Harry, please....I am begging you. Don’t make this harder on me..” Hermione sobbed as
she pulled away once more.

“Dammit! Why does this have to be hard? Why do we need to wait five bloody years when I know you
want this as much as I do. I love you, Hermione, and you love me, I know you do!”

*You don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody, to love somebody
The way I love you*

“I do love you!” She screamed as tears continued to pour down her anguished face, “I love you
more than you could ever know, but if you love me as you say you do, you will give me this
time.”

“Why? Why are you torturing me, Hermione?” Harry screamed through his own tears, “Why are you
torturing myself! I know you never loved him the way you love me, so why are you delaying the
inevitable? What in bloody hell can he give you that I can’t?”

Hermione trembled as she turned to look him in the eye and give her response.

“Stability.”

*Oh yeah
You don't know what it's like
Baby you don't know what it's like
To love somebody, to love somebody
To love somebody oh yeah*

Harry froze as the pain of her answer sunk in. He watched as she folded her arms across her
chest, shivering and crying. She was frightened. Not because she didn’t want him, but because he
couldn’t offer her any certainty. His life had been one unending ride of danger and it terrified
the woman he loved more than life itself. He knew then that Hermione had not chosen to wait five
years because she was torn between him and Ron, but because she was torn between love and security.
Harry silently cursed himself for being born as the Boy Who Lived, a title and life that was a
double edged sword. He had saved so many, but lost so much. Up until now he had been able to cope
with it, but knowing that he could never give Hermione what she needed was almost too much to
bear.

“Go Hermione...” He sobbed as wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a tender kiss on her
forehead. “I can’t give you what you need right now, but I can give you time.”

“Harry I’m sor-“

“Shhh,” he interrupted her and shook his head, “It’s okay....just go.”

Hermione nodded and placed one last soft kiss upon his lips before turning away and
disapparating into the night.

Harry stared at the spot where she had stood just a few moments earlier and continued to cry.
She was able to give him everything, but the one thing he couldn’t offer was the one thing that she
needed most. Hermione put on a brave front, but she was scared, and he couldn’t bear hurting her
with the unpredictability that came with his existence. He was going to find a way to give her what
she needed no matter what price he would have to pay.

*To love somebody
The way I love you
You don't know, you don't know
To love somebody, to love somebody
You don't know, ooh
To love somebody, to love somebody
The way I love you*