A/N: Thanks for reviewing everybody! You don't know how much that means to me! It's what makes me update so quickly, so yyeeiii =p Now to clear up a bit of confusion:
Spellblade5777: I went through the 1st chapter again and I quite clearly say that Voldemort was gone during the summer before 7th form … I never mentioned that he was back again and gone again and back etc… It's not possible from the 1st chapter to know everything since I'm going to be telling this story mainly from flashbacks! Just keep tuned in and I'm sure whatever remaining confusion you'll have will be solved! =) Thanks for reviewing !!
Harrysgrl: No, Harry and Hermione are not together in this story … you'll see the reason through the flashbacks … they were together at the end of Falling Star but something happened after Voldemort's demise …
HarryWouldBeAPaladin: Yeah I'm Greek!! Omg tell me that you're one too!! Ehhehe I know what you mean;) Euro champions 2004 ;) Ohh yeah baby!! Khmm … excuse me =p thanks for you comments though ;)
Chapter Two
Harry sat staring at the door where Hermione left moments before. He cursed himself for allowing things to change so drastically in a matter of mere minutes. He closed his eyes and let the memories of that fateful night rush into his head...
Flashback
Hermione was over at Sirius's, fixing Harry for the big meeting with her parents. It was two weeks after Voldemort had been defeated, and they thought that this was the perfect time for Harry to meet Hermione's parents.
"Hermione! I just can't get this bloody tie done properly!" he said with an over-exaggerated pout.
"Aww you poor baby. Here let me fix it for you," she told him with a wink and started tying his tie. Once she was done, she patted the knot of the tie and got onto her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Harry's lips. Just as Harry was about to get into it, Hermione broke the kiss and took an intake of breath.
"Oh no we're going to be late! Hurry up!" Hermione exclaimed, and with that she grabbed Harry's hand and they both ran over to the fireplace. They stepped inside, grabbed a handful of Floo powder each, and clearly stated their destination. With a burst of green flames, they both felt the familiar being sucked down a giant plughole, spinning very fast and the roaring in their ears were deafening. However as quickly as it started, it was over. Coming out of the Granger's fireplace covered in soot, they hurriedly tried to wipe themselves clean. As soon as they were considerably presentable, they walked into the living room hand-in-hand, both wearing goofy grins.
"Hermione!" her mother said and ran over to engulf her daughter into a bear hug. Dr. Granger came from behind and patted Hermione's back, whilst scanning Harry from head to toe. Harry felt uncomfortable, and was suddenly very interested in his left shoe.
"So this is the famous Harry Potter?" Hermione's mum asked, "Well Hermione's told us all about you of course. Oh my, you have grown since the last time we saw you," she said with the memory of a twelve-year-old Harry at Diagon Alley.
"Nice to see you again and thanks for having me," Harry said politely, shaking hands with the two doctors. They walked over to the dining table and sat down, so they could enjoy their dinner.
ONE HOUR LATER
"That was an excellent meal Mrs. Granger," Harry informed her.
"Thank you Harry dear, but please I do insist, call me Helen." She told him with a motherly smile. Harry nodded in appreciation and placed his hand over Hermione's, an action clearly noticed by Dr. Granger whose eyebrows got lost in his sand-brown hair.
"Well," he started, clearing his throat, "From what Hermione has told us, you two are seeing each other. I must inform you Harry that once you dated my only daughter you're stuck with her," he said, and adding a wink at the end. Harry let out a sigh of relief at Dr. Granger's antics, not so much because of his remark, but to the playfulness in his voice. `Thank God he likes me, he's been eyeing me suspiciously all night,' Harry thought.
"So Harry tell us. We don't know much about the magical world, but from that newspaper that Hermione has delivered here, we saw that you destroyed that Lord… what's his name again?" Helen asked, frowning as she tried to remember Voldemort's name.
"Lord Voldemort," Harry said defiantly, for he had no reason to fear the name of the murderer of his parents. Hermione cast him a worried yet prideful look that made Harry's heart melt and at the same time boosting his confidence.
"Didn't this Voldemort have followers?" Dr. Granger asked.
"Yes dad but more than half of them have been caught and sent to Azkaban," Hermione answered.
"Sent where?" Helen asked bemused.
"Azkaban prison. It's a prison for the most dangerous dark wizards. Helen merely nodded in understanding, yet she threw a quiet look towards her husband.
"Yet there are still some of them out there?" Michael (Dr. Granger) asked.
"Yes but we haven't had any news of them sir," Harry enlightened him.
"I see… but how can you not be sure that they'd want revenge? Are you positive that you can protect yourself and Hermione? What if they hurt you?" Michael asked with a slight tremble in his voice as he thought of his daughter being hurt.
Harry didn't know what to say. Sure he had thought about that possibility and knew that there was no possible way of him being 100% sure that he would always be there to protect Hermione, but he chose not to dwell on it. Now that the conversation had taken a turn for that direction, Harry found himself stuttering and a knot in his stomach seemed to triple in size. He glanced over to Hermione and found her cinnamon pools looking straight at him. He could easily read the trust and love in there and so he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She carefully leaned in and whispered to him,
"I do have faith in you Harry,"
"Dr. Granger I am aware of your worries for your daughter and I can't promise you that I'll always be there to watch her, but if for some reason anything does happen, then I can swear to you that I'm going to watch over her. I know that that may not make sense to you, but I absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt know that I'm completely head over heels with your daughter and I want to thank you for creating such a wonderful person, inside and out," Harry finished, feeling quite happy with himself for that little speech her just gave and knowing that whatever he said he meant it. He would die for Hermione, just as he knew that she would do the same, albeit he'd never allow that. He looked over at her, and saw her eyes glistening. She sniffed a little and their fingers intertwined
"I promise," he stated as if that was the most obvious thing to say, and Hermione knew that. "If you will excuse me, I'll just go to the bathroom." Harry said and got up, kissed Hermione's hand and walked away. `Oh Harry, you truly are my knight in shining armour,' Hermione found herself thinking. `You better hold onto that boy, he's one in a million,' the little voice in her head told her. She just nodded and her eyes travelled to Harry's fine behind as he left for the bathroom."
END OF FLASHBACK
Harry got disrupted from his dream, and found himself being jerked awake by someone. `What the?' he thought, and just as he was about to scold the person for waking him up, he got lost into two very pretty pools of cinnamon. Hermione Granger stood over him, and as the moonlight fell on her hair, they seemed like there were lights dancing in them. Her eyes held specks of gold and her lips sparkled as she had just ran her tongue over them.
They were both lost entranced by each other's eyes. `His eyes are exquisite, green as emeralds. And that messy, jet-black hair…' Hermione thought wistfully, as her lips parted slightly as their heads were so close together that their noses touched faintly.
"I uhh… I just came here to tell you that you should go to your dormitory or else you might get a kink in your throat," Hermione told him. Harry quickly recomposed himself and muttered something that looked like that she was right.
"Thank you. Umm… goodnight `Mione," he softly whispered.
"Night Harry," she replied, her voice about to break from the tears that were threatening to spill as she heard that he used her nickname. They looked longingly at each other, but sadly parted and retired to their rooms. As soon as Hermione closed her door behind her, she leaned her back onto the timber door and slid onto the floor. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she rocked herself back and forth, muttered continuously,
"I still love you Harry…" and looked out into the black night and at the pearl-white moon.
"I love you Hermione, I always will…" Harry mumbled as he looked at the moon, which it too seemed saddened by something…
A/N: Now before you go on about this confusing you, let me assure you that in the next chapter everything will be cleared. Although some of you might see where this is leading to ;) Hope you enjoyed it!! neni =)
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