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Hermione woke slowly. She was surrounded by warmth and seemed to drift out of her dreams. She felt another heartbeat and realized she must be in his arms. He was looking into her eyes when she opened them. He smiled brightly, "Good morning angel." She felt a surge within her, filled with warmth and love. Suddenly she realized that must be his soul, now hers to bear. His smile vanished when she frowned.
She heard his voice in her head, can you hear me?
Startled, she jerked in his arms, he held her tighter, yes but why can I? That's not supposed to be a side affect of the potion.
Maybe not but it appears to be in our case.
How did you discover this?
I could hear your dreams, I guessed.
I'm terribly sorry. I've been sealing my mind before sleeping in case Voldemort tries to manipulate me. I was too tired to remember it after the potion.
It's all right, no harm done. In fact it helped me discover this side affect.
This could be incredibly useful you know?
Especially during N.E.W.T.S.!
She saw him grinning and knew he was only half serious.
You're still very tired I see.
Yes, I need to rest.
I'll fetch breakfast then and send your parents up to visit.
Ok.
He lifted her so she was sitting and he could climb out from under her. He picked up Godric's sword from the nightstand and slipped it back into its sheath. Lay down dear.
No, I need to change out of my clothes and back into my nightgown.
Oh, good idea let me help you with that.
Not today, shoo I can manage on my own.
Aww, all right dear. He headed out of the room grinning at her. She moved slowly but got undressed and slipped her nightgown back on. She collapsed into their bed and was grateful that the book she had left on the nightstand was light. There coming dear.
Ok thanks, when is breakfast?
Five more minutes. I'm making it myself.
Ok, I'm hungry!
A few minutes later she heard a soft knock on the door and called out, "Come in." Her father opened the door, she smiled at him and he quickly came to her bedside. Her mother followed close behind. She thought it was going to take some time to get used to seeing them in wizard robes.
Emma sat on the side of the bed and put her hand on Hermione's forehead, "Are you all right dear?"
Dan took her hand and gently rubbed it, "Just tired mum. I guess I've been working too hard for the past few weeks."
"I'm surprised you went this long. You should really take at least one day off a week, to rest."
"I know dad, it's just that we don't know how long we have to get ready. Something could happen today. We must be ready."
Dan patted her hand soothingly, "All we can do is try dear. If you work too hard you won't have the energy when the time comes."
Emma brushed Hermione's hair back over her ear, "You take on too much for one person. Let the others help."
"I just can't. He relies on me to know what needs knowing. I'm still the only person he trusts completely."
Harry shouldered the half closed door open and carefully walked inside. He carried a large bed-tray piled with food before him. Emma stood and Dan helped him place the tray on the bed over Hermione's legs. She quickly reached for the fork and started to tuck in. Harry sat on the couch by the window. Crookshanks leapt into his lap and curled up. He started petting him slowly, "We're going to have more visitors starting tomorrow."
Dan seemed startled, "The Weasley's are coming already?"
Emma finished for him, "I thought they couldn't come until the second week of August?"
Harry shook his head no, "No, sit down. This will take some explaining."
Dan closed the door and they sat in the spare chairs. Harry continued when they had settled, "Hermione has found some more relatives of mine. Since at least one of them can do magic Professor Dumbledore is going to bring them here for the rest of the summer. If I got this right it goes something like this. Tom Evans was my mother and Petunia's father. He had a brother named John. John is the grandfather of a boy I know named Mark Evans. He will be coming to Hogwarts this year. Mark has a sister named Melony. Hermione and I saw Mark use magic to stop her from falling. I don't know their parents names but apparently they are both muggles."
Hermione nodded at him when he looked at her. Her voice spoke in his head, Yep, that's right.
Dan took Emma's hand before he spoke, "Well I know just how they both feeling now." He glanced at Hermione, "At least, I know how I felt."
Hermione answered, "Yeah, they're both probably seriously confused right now. Mark is probably relieved he isn't a freak. I know, I was."
"I think we should give them a pair of muggles to relate to dear."
"Yes, I agree, back to our muggle clothes it is."
"We'll have to put most of the spell books back for now. We want to make our room as normal as it can get."
"Hopefully, if Mark's parents see two well adjusted muggle parents they'll be able to acclimate quicker."
"And if either of them is apprehensive we should be able to get them to accept the situation."
There was a knock on the door and Harry called out, "Come in."
Remus was cursing as he came into the room and closed the door. He carried a stack of newspapers in his hands. "The muggle police are investigating the last Dementor raid."
Hermione's knee jerked, she barely caught her orange juice before it spilled, "But what about the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?"
"The Obliviators must have missed someone. It made it into four papers look." Remus handed each of them a paper opened to a story about mysterious deaths and then sat with Harry on the couch by the window. "I asked Winky to show me any reference to mysterious deaths in the papers, muggle or wizard. This morning she brought me these. Voldemort sent the Dementors into that village last night. Tonks told me about the Ministry's attempt to catch them. This attack wasn't even mentioned in The Prophet."
"What can we do?"
"We need more information. We're merely reacting. We need to know where and when the next attack'll be. Then we must discover a way to destroy a Dementor instead of merely scaring them away."
We could try to spy on him Harry.
Turn the tables on him for once? I agree.
Harry spoke very quietly at first then repeated himself so they could all hear him. "Let me try and get that out of his head." He tapped his scar, "No one else has the connections that I do."
"That'll be dangerous."
He shook his head, "I don't think I can be in any more danger than I am. Besides I plan on being very careful about it."
Hermione surprised everyone but Harry when she supported him, "I agree Harry should do this, it will certainly give us an edge. It probably won't work more than once though. Remus what are the theories on how a Patronus drives Dementors away?"
"You want the primary theory or all of them? Oh never mind. The prevailing theory that Professor Dumbledore is working on is centered on the fact that a Dementor sucks the happy thoughts out of you. The Patronus is thought to be too pure for the Dementor to digest. Almost like biting off more than it can handle. The Dementor retreats."
"Where do they go?"
"They use shadows to escape into the ethereal plane. There they can travel to wherever they wish before reappearing."
Emma interjected, "This may be stupid but what if there were no shadows?"
"Actually that is a very interesting idea. I believe Professor Dumbledore is trying to modify the Patronus to follow them into the ethereal plane. If we instead prevent them from escaping in the first place there would be no need for that. I have wondered just what would happen if the Dementor was forced to stay and fight the Patronus."
Hermione whispered vehemently, "Maybe it would choke on it and die!"
Remus laughed dryly, "We're not entirely sure they're alive. I get your point though."
Dan asked, "Could an experiment be performed in the Room of Requirement?"
Remus answered thoughtfully, "I don't see why not."
Harry stood startling Crookshanks who had nearly fallen asleep. Crookshanks twisted from his grip and landed on the floor. After a murderous look at Harry he leapt on the bed next to Hermione and curled up. Harry started for the door, "Let's go try it."
Wait!
What?
We need to work out the specifics before trying.
Oh, ok.
Remus stood behind him, "Wait Harry. What are you going to think of to summon the room?"
Harry turned slowly, running his fingers through his messy hair. He grinned sheepishly, "I hadn't thought of that just yet."
*** *** *** ***
The sun was barely peeking through the trees when Luna landed her broom on the back porch of The Burrow. She placed her broom next to Ronald's and suddenly realized that she was humming. As the final bars to Weasley is our King faded she wondered just when she had started humming that song. She carefully filed that thought away for later evaluation, then stepped through the back door and into the kitchen. She heard Ginny speak up from the fireplace, "Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes." Their eyes met and they shared a brief smile just before Ginny disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Mrs. Weasley looked around to the door. Her Daily Prophet was open in front of her on the table. "Good morning Luna. I'm afraid that Ron isn't out of his bed yet. Would you like some breakfast?"
Luna sat down next to her and placed her copy of The Quibbler face down on the table. "Thank you. I did not expect Ronald to be awake yet. Is everyone else off to work already?" She chose a small grapefruit from the bowl in the middle of the table and started peeling it as though it was an orange.
"Yes Arthur had to go in at six and you just saw Ginny head to the shop. Tell me about your expedition. Ron went straight to bed after he said that you found them. Did you really find proof of Snorkacks?"
Luna had finished peeling her grapefruit and separated the sections onto her plate, "Actually, Ronald found them." She bit one of the sections of grapefruit in half and quickly chewed and swallowed it to continue. "You see we had started hiding in bushes near trails and taking pictures, with our Omnioculars, of everything that came along the trail. Last evening just before dinner Ronald came and showed us a shot he had taken by accident. It had been all blurry but he had fiddled with the adjustments and got it into focus." She finished off the slice of grapefruit.
Mrs. Weasley seemed very skeptical as she asked, "Really?"
Nodding as she finished chewing swallowed and continued, "Yes, really." She flipped The Quibbler over and placed it on top of Molly's Prophet. Ron grinned from the cover, holding the blurry picture. The picture he was holding slowly came into focus then blurred out before you could really see what it was a picture of. The headline over his head read: Proof at last! Snorkacks found! "We went out again last night and once we knew what to look for we were able to find them. We took dozens of shots with our Omnioculars and father collected a few of them. They are more like large ants than anything. They look nothing like ants but that's their size and ecological niche." She started on another slice of grapefruit.
"Well the Ministry would certainly be interested in them then. Oh, isn't there a prize for discovering unknown magical species?"
"Yes there is and Ronald will surely be awarded it. Father has already gone to visit the Ministry to present the evidence."
"Oh my, how exciting." Molly opened the Quibbler and quickly found the pages that had dozens of clear pictures of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. They sat silently for several minutes as Molly finished her coffee and Luna worked on her grapefruit. Just as Molly moved to stand Luna motioned for her to sit.
Luna finished chewing, "I need to tell you some things about Ronald and I."
Mrs. Weasley's eyebrow rose at that, "Oh, what would you like to tell me?"
Luna looked at her quite seriously, "Well first I must apologize. I have had no maternal influence during my most formative years. I do not understand how else to put this so I will be blunt."
"That's quite all right dear I have six men in my family and only one daughter."
There was no hint of bashfulness in her expression, "Ronald and I have been intimate. Not in the full sense of that word as I remain a virgin." She ignored Molly's gaping and sputtering to continue. "I was the one to initiate the contact and accept full responsibility for it happening. Ronald made no advances and merely tried to do as I asked." She calmly ate another slice of her grapefruit.
Molly was able to recover slightly and stuttered out, "What! How? Why?"
"I apologize if this information disturbs you. I expect Ronald and I to be together for a long time. I find myself drawn to him without being able to define why. He can be helpful when he stays focused. Other times I find his obtuseness very distressing. He is an absolute wonder to watch playing Quidditch. He is a most intriguing puzzle. I intend to spend the next few weeks helping him with his homework for next term. I promise he will be getting substantially better grades in whatever classes he manages to enter next term. I realize it is too late for his O.W.L.S. but he will work harder next term. That I will see to."
Molly tried to continue her previous line of questions, "But your father?"
"He knows that Ronald is the only boy that I have ever liked." She ate her final slice of grapefruit then got up and went to the sink. She rinsed her plate and then her hands. She turned back to Molly as she was drying her hands.
Mrs. Weasley seemed to be in shock, she sat clutching her coffee cup. She looked up with a pained expression on her face. "Can you really help Ron? I have given up hope. He doesn't seem to have any future except maybe playing Quidditch professionally. I have always hoped he would find something else."
Luna got herself a small glass of pumpkin juice then sat back down at the table. "Yes, I have and will continue to push him to do better. I will not accept a failure or a slouch for a husband. Think of him as a chunk of coal. Somewhere inside is a diamond waiting to be formed. It will just take a lot of work, maybe a lifetime."
Molly held up her cup of coffee. Luna did the same with her juice. Mrs. Weasley toasted, "To the forging of a diamond then." They softly touched glasses together and drank.
"Now speaking of husbands. How do you feel about Harry and Hermione now?"
Molly went from smiling happily to nearly crying, "Oh, dear. Neither of them expects to live beyond graduation. You can see it in their eyes. They have sworn to face He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Just thinking about what that little boy has lived through makes me so mad. I wish I could help them. They're too young to have to face these issues. Damn Voldemort to hell!" She quickly covered her mouth and mumbled, "Merlin's beard! I can't believe I just said that."
"Why not? It is just a title he gave himself, not even his real name?"
"Dear you just don't understand. You were born when he was defeated by Harry. We had suffered through over ten years of increasingly dangerous times. Anyone who opposed him in any way was murdered. The Ministry was powerless, only Albus had the strength to oppose him openly. No one else dared to try. His name became a symbol of that terrible time. I feared for my children, I feared for Arthur. Any day he could decide to come after us. I lost family and friends during those years."
"I'm sorry. I can only imagine how bad it was. Now it seems that he has a lot more to fear. Professor Dumbledore is still around and able to face him and after what happened to Sirius, Harry is after him. I went to the Department of Mysteries with Harry and Hermione. They were brilliant. Facing a dozen Death Eaters six students not only survived but held our own for quite some time." She dropped to a whisper. "Truth be told most of us were pretty useless. Harry and Hermione did much of the real fighting." She returned to a normal tone, "Most of his minions are incarcerated. He has the Dementors but we know how to stop them. It seems just a matter of time before he is again defeated. If Tom Riddle is half as intelligent as he is supposed to be he must be worried."
"That is the trouble child. Who does he have under the Imperious curse now? We thought he was controlling Percy for a while there but now that Percy is talking to us again it was all just a misunderstanding. His strength lies in sewing distrust among those who oppose him. Look at what happened with Moody and Barty Crouch Jr. We all believed he was Moody until Albus unmasked him. I had known Moody for thirty years but even I was fooled. That is what we must expect from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"There must be some way to detect the Imperious curse or the use of Polyjuice?"
Molly shrugged her shoulders, "Not that I know of child. Maybe Albus knows."
Luna stood and picked up her Quibbler, "Thank you for breakfast and the talk. I think it's time for Ronald to get up. He has a lot of work to do today."
Molly stood and straightened her apron, "All right, I'll get breakfast ready." She briefly hugged Luna who hesitantly returned it. "Go wake the chunk of coal."
Luna smiled, nodded, and then walked briskly out of the kitchen and up the stairs, Quibbler in hand. Molly pulled out her wand and moved to the stove. Luna walked up the spiral stairs to the very top of the Burrow. She heard Ronald snoring as she passed Ginny's room and smiled to herself. His door was open so she walked inside and without pausing threw aside the curtains then lifted open the window. Pig hooted excitedly in his cage by the window. Ronald recoiled from the light and pulled his covers over his head. She dropped her Quibbler on his dresser and jerked the blankets out of his hands. They went straight onto the floor. Ronald had only been wearing a pair of loose boxers as he slept. He tried to cover his erection but she had noticed. He twisted away from her.
"Luna? Leave me alone for a few minutes. Please?"
"Ronald, it's not like I haven't seen you like that before. I hope you were dreaming of me?" She turned back to his dresser and quickly selected some clothes. She threw them over her shoulder and onto his bed. "Breakfast is nearly ready. We have a lot to do today. Get dressed and join us quickly." She retrieved her Quibbler and strode from the room. The door remained as she had found it, open.
Five minutes later Ronald stumbled into the kitchen. He was dressed in the clothes Luna had selected for him. "Morning Ron, Luna told me all about your trip. Congratulations on discovering Snorkacks." She put a mountainous plate of food on the table across from where Luna was intently reading an article in her Quibbler. Luna did not seem aware of Ron entering the room.
Ron looked at Luna then sat down across from her. "Thanks mum. I know its only Gin and I still in school but I'd like to buy our school supplies next year if I get the prize money." He began devouring his food.
"How sweet Ron, I think Ginny wants to buy her own supplies but you can certainly make the offer."
Ron tried to speak around a full mouth, "omayiwiwww…" He suddenly cut off when Luna slapped his hand.
She did not look up from her article, "Do not speak with your mouth full Ronald. Chew and swallow first then try again."
He glared at the top of her head but finished chewing and swallowed before he spoke again, "Umm sorry. I will ask her if I can buy her stuff. I don't know if or when I will get the prize money though." Not knowing what else to add he returned to devouring his breakfast.
Luna absently reached out to pat his free hand, "Excellent Ronald. That is most considerate of you."
Molly Weasley smiled to herself. Luna did appear to have an influence on his behavior. "Well kids, I'm going to do a little shopping today. We need supplies for dinner tonight. Neville will be here as well as the twins and the girls. You're welcome to join us as well, Luna."
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Weasley I'll be glad to. Is there anything you would like us to do today to help you?"
"That garden needs de-gnoming again. See what you can do about that please." She put on her cloak and picked up her handbag.
Luna looked up from her article, "Yes ma'am we will certainly try."
Smiling Mrs. Weasley nodded then screwed her face up in concentration and with a loud crack she disapparated.
"Ronald I think you should owl Harry and Hermione about our adventures last week. They will certainly want the details when they see today's Quibbler."
Ron appeared to take great pride in finishing his mouthful before talking, "Did your dad make the deadline then?"
"Yep," She closed the Quibbler she had been reading and spun it around for him to see. "He got it all into this edition. He also has gone to the Ministry to formally register the discovery to you."
Ron looked stunned as he stared at himself on the cover of the Quibbler, "I'm on the cover!"
"Yes Ronald, you deserve it. This is your copy. I have another at home."
"Wicked!" Ron looked intently at the cover and read the title several times before opening it. He found the section and read through it carefully. Finally he looked up grinning, "This is cool."
Luna smiled back at him, "Yes it is. Now I think it's time to write that owl to Harry and Hermione. Here you go." She placed quill, ink and parchment in front of him.
"Oh, all right, they must hate me though, I haven't heard from them in over a week now."
"Ronald, it's not polite to think of your best friends that way. Compose the owl and tell them what you have been doing then ask them how they have been. Tell them you are looking forward to seeing them again."
He held the quill towards her, "Here you write it. It sounds like you already have."
She shook her head, "Nope this must come from you Ronald." She deftly took the Quibbler from under his nose and ignoring him flipped it open to her article.
He sighed then started thinking about what to write. How do I write this? A while later he finally finished his letter. He folded it and addressed it to Harry and Hermione, that place I can't name. "I hope Pig can find them?"
Luna looked vacantly at him, "Unless owls have been blocked they can find any address."
"That's my point. I can't write the address where they are, only Dumbledore can do that. Look!" He gave her the letter.
"Oh, I see, there must be a spell involved, quite interesting. Is there any more description you can add to that address?"
Ron thought for a minute then took back the letter. He crossed out that place I can't name and wrote Snuffles old house, "Harry won't like it but that narrows it down a bit."
"Ok go send Pigwidgeon. I'll meet you in the garden. I can throw a gnome fifty meters."
"Bah I can do that easy!"
"Prove it Weasley!"
"You're on Lovegood!" He stood and ran upstairs to send the letter.
He heard her laughing loudly at his back. When he burst through the back door he found her on her broom spinning like a top, a gnome in her outstretched right hand. He watched in amazement as the gnome flew far over the back wall of the Burrow.
"Wicked, I never thought of doing it that way."
She had stopped spinning to sit wavering on her broom ten meters away. She kept her eyes focused on the ground below her, "It's a little slower, you need to recover yourself but the gnomes don't come back for at least a day."
He grabbed his broom and hurried to try it himself.
Later they were both saddened to discover that there were no more gnomes left in the garden. They drifted to the porch and sat on the steps. Neither willing to trust their legs so soon after all that spinning. They found themselves holding hands while they waited for their legs to find the rest of them. "Ronald you need to get started on your homework. You've only got two weeks left before the trip to France. Then you'll be going to stay with Harry and Hermione. I doubt any homework will get done during any of that."
"Why should I do homework? It's just meant to keep us busy while were on vacation from school."
"No, homework is intended to remind you of just what you have learned during the prior year and prepare you for what you'll learn during the next. School's our first job. From this job our future positions will be determined. What do you want to do after you graduate?"
"Play keeper for the Cannons."
"Only one in three thousand who tries to be professional keepers makes it onto the practice squad. Those are pretty long odds. How are you going to make a living if you don't make it?"
He was silent for some time. When Luna finally looked at him she saw him daydreaming off into the distance. "Ronald?" He slowly looked over at her but still didn't answer. "You're pretty good at Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures. That could be worked into a career like Charlie's or even research into magical plants or beasts. Regardless you must do well in whatever Newt classes you get registered for in the next two years. I think we should start today."
"It always seems so pointless."
She stood and pulled him to his feet, "Come on Ronald I told you I'd help you study. Let's get started."
He simply nodded and followed as she went inside.
Mrs. Weasley returned to the Burrow at three, she found Ron and Luna in the kitchen. The table had more books spread out on it than she thought Ron owned. Luna was in the middle of an explanation when the loud crack of her Apparition stopped her mid word. Ron jumped to his feet to help his mother with her packages. Luna calmly marked the place in the book and closed it. She ignored Ron and Mrs. Weasley to straighten up the books and notes into neat piles.
"Hello dears, hope you didn't get into too much trouble today?"
Ron took a large sack from her and went to the ice box and began unloading it. "Mum, we de-gnomed the garden and made our own lunch. Then we even started studying."
Mrs. Weasley looked warmly on her youngest son then glanced at Luna. However Luna was still engrossed in sorting the mess on the table and missed the look of hope in Molly's eyes. "Well that's nice Ron. Thank you for putting away the groceries. Your Snorkacks have caused quite a stir apparently." She took off her cloak and hung it on the peg by the clock. She checked everyone's locations automatically: Arthur-Work, Molly-Home, Bill-Work, Charlie-Traveling, Percy-Work, Fred-Work, George-Work, Ron-Home, and Ginny-Work. Everything normal there.
"What do you mean?"
She turned back to them. Luna had finished sorting and was absently twirling one of her earrings while she waited. Ron stood anxiously by the ice box. The bags folded in his hands. "Everyone kept asking me if it was real. Several, I won't name names called it a stunt to make money. I told them that Oliver Lovegood was at The Ministry making it official. Just wait for the official proclamation I told them." She walked over and hugged Ron tenderly. "Don't you worry. This is normal. Why I remember when Kneazle's were discovered. No one believed such a cute and cuddly creature could be so helpful. Just wait until these Snorkacks are properly studied. I bet they do something really important for the environment. Most magical creatures do." She released Ron, "Do get the table clear, you're welcome to go read somewhere else."
Ron smiled faintly at his mother and picked up the large stack of books Luna had arranged on the table. Luna carried the book she had been reading from and a stack of parchments, quill tucked behind her ear, opposite her wand, ink bottle balanced precariously atop the book. They headed up towards Ron's room. A few minutes later she heard them come back down and walk out onto the front porch. Luna's voice drifted back into the kitchen as she began to reading again.
Dinner that night began at five when everyone seemed to arrive at once. Ginny and Neville flooed in, Fred and George apparated with Alicia and Angelina right behind them. The girls had brought a pair of pies with them. Ron was teased mercilessly by the twins but that was to be expected. Arthur arrived just before half past five and they all gathered around the table. Ron was glad to be home again. Even if there wouldn't be another night of Snorkack hunting with Luna. Well maybe they could sneak out into the woods later.
*** *** *** ***
Harry was dressed in a new pair of black jeans and a pale blue long sleeved shirt. Hermione wore a long summer dress in several shades of teal. They were sitting in the parlor working on one of their final assignments for school. The front door opened and Professor McGonagall stepped inside briskly. She saw them sitting in the parlor and walked over to them. They put down their quills and Harry asked, "Are they here?"
"Albus will be here with them shortly. I would advise being circumspect in your initial conversations. They still need some time to grow accustomed to their new situation."
Hermione asked, "How are they taking it so far?"
Professor McGonagall straightened her already crisp robes. "I would swear to you that Mark's mother, Mary, was the one related to Petunia. She told me that magic was a load of rubbish! She actually tried to shoo me out of their flat with a broom when I transformed into a cat to prove it to her."
Harry looked pale, "That's horrible!"
Professor McGonagall took firm hold of both sides of her robe. Apparently trying to control her own rage. "Suffice it to say that she is still skeptical of our abilities. Their father, Jon is another story. He was initially surprised. He had heard rumors when he was a child apparently. Now he is trying to support Mark's acclimation to our world."
Hermione had recovered from her earlier shock to continue her questions, "What do they know about Harry?"
"Aside from the fact that he exists? Not much. I have told them that it was a magical attack which killed James and Lily. The one who was responsible is still after Harry. The fact that they are related to him puts them in danger."
Harry and Hermione nodded their heads, each was thinking how they were going to try and handle this family.
{GONG}
Hermione stood quickly, "I'll go get my parents." She leaned over and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek, "Be brave my hero." With that she sprinted out of the parlor and up the stairs.
Winky appeared next to the door as Harry stood and walked over to it. She did not open the door immediately as she usually did. She looked at him, waiting for his signal to open it. Professor McGonagall stood off to the side behind him. He took a deep breath then nodded at Winky. She opened the door, keeping herself out of sight behind it. Outside were the Evans's and Professor Dumbledore. The five of them looked at Harry and Professor McGonagall for a moment before Harry spoke. "House, allow entrance to Jon, Mary, Mark, and Melony Evans. Please, come inside." He could swear he had seen Jon before. He couldn't quite place him though.
Jon walked inside, left hand pushing the reluctant Mary inside. "Good God! You look just like I remember James." He took and firmly shook Harry's hand, "Nice to see you again Harry. Though the last time I saw you, you couldn't even walk yet. This is my wife, Mary."
"Hello Mary. Thank you for coming." She hesitated before shaking his hand. Her hand was cold and made him shiver. She looked into his eyes and something shifted in her stance.
"Nice to meet you Harry." She looked pointedly at Professor McGonagall, "I'm not sure how much of what I've heard to believe." Her gaze returned to Harry, "I do however see a family resemblance in you. It's good to meet someone from Jon's side of the family."
Harry wasn't quite sure what to think of that so he just smiled.
Jon spoke up again, "Here's Mark."
Mark, a skinny eleven year old boy slipped between his parents to hold out a hand to Harry. Mark shook his hand enthusiastically, "Thanks for beating up Dud for us. He hasn't been nearly as mean to everyone since you did that and three of his gang have left him. Did you really knock him out with one punch?"
Harry glanced around nervously, "Well, yes, I did, but only after he insulted Hermione."
Mary scowled at that, Jon interrupted again to introduce the last Evans, "And here is young Melony."
She didn't look at Harry and nearly lost her balance as she tried to courtesy, "Hello. Mr. Harry, sir."
I'm sending Hedwig down love and bringing Crookshanks. Maybe they'll help distract the children so we can all talk for a little while.
Ok, we're just through with the introductions. Where are you?
Heading down now, be right there!
Professor Dumbledore finally stepped inside and Winky closed the door. Before any of the Evans's could see her she had disappeared. Hedwig landed on Harry's shoulder startling the Evans's.
Mary exclaimed, "What a beautiful owl."
Mark breathed a quiet, "wow."
And Melony nearly burst as she pulled on her mother's sleeve. She kept repeating, "Oh, he's pretty mommy, he's pretty, isn't he pretty?"
Harry gently stroked Hedwig's chest feathers. "This is Hedwig, my pet owl. She's very smart, aren't you girl?" Hedwig hooted softly and started preening her left wing.
Professor Dumbledore announced, "Ahh, the Grangers." Everyone looked up the stairs. Hermione was coming down first, Crookshanks in her arms. Dan and Emma were just behind her. They were all smiling, teeth only Dentists seemed to posses shining brightly.
Harry took a step towards the base of the stairs. "Jon, Mary, Mark, and Melony may I introduce Hermione, the top student at Hogwarts for the last five years and my fiancée." Hermione beamed at his introduction. "And these are her parents, Dan and Emma. They're dentists, oh, and that's Crookshanks."
Mary exclaimed, "Dentists?"
Melony jumped up excitedly clapping her hands and repeating, "Oh, he's pretty mommy!"
Hermione reached Harry and briefly took his outstretched hand. Cradling Crookshanks in her left arm she shook hands with Mary, "Hello, nice to meet you."
Mary seemed stunned. She mechanically smiled and returned the handshake. Her eyes followed Hermione's engagement ring.
Hermione shifted her attention to Jon, "Nice to meet you Mr. Evans."
"Please call me Jon. Congratulations, on your engagement. When is the wedding?"
"Oh, next month sometime, we haven't actually chosen yet."
"Ah, hope we can make it then. Here are Mark and Melony."
"So nice to actually meet you two at last."
Melony pointed at Crookshanks, "Is that a real cat?" Crookshanks merely yawned and went back to studying the new arrivals.
Mark took Melony's hand to stop her pointing and asked, "It doesn't look normal?"
"Well you have very sharp eyes. No, this is not a muggle cat, Crookshanks is half Kneasle. A Kneasle is a magical breed of cats. He can tell if someone is lying or trying to hide something." While they had been talking Dan and Emma had stepped in front of Mary and Jon. They quietly introduced themselves and shook hands. Mary was heard mumbling, "dentists?"
Melony tugged on her distracted mother's sleeve, "Mommy, can we play with Crooks-hanks?"
Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat. Everyone grew silent and looked expectantly towards him. "If it is all right with Jon and Mary. Minerva and I will watch Mark and Melony while the six of you get the dust out of the rafters so to speak. I believe Fawkes is waiting us out in the back yard. Fawkes is a phoenix, a very powerful magical bird." He looked around expectantly. Minerva stepped next to Hermione and quietly took Crookshanks. Harry looked at Hedwig and she flew to Professor Dumbledore's outstretched hand.
Jon finally spoke up, "I think that would be fine."
Mark and Melony startled nearly everyone by loudly shouting, "Yes!"
Professor McGonagall calmly addressed them, "This way children," She started down the hall towards the kitchen. Mark and Melony quickly followed her, already asking questions. Professor Dumbledore smiled and strode after them.
Hermione took Harry's hand, "Let's have a seat in the parlor shall we?"
Dan and Emma took the lead, heading for a set of three loveseats arranged in a large U shape with a table in the center. They slipped in on the left side of the U, Jon and Mary sat facing them. Harry and Hermione took the seat in the middle.
They need to know how everyone will react.
All right would you like me to give a history lesson?
Not really. Let me start, follow my lead.
Of course.
Winky appeared standing on the coffee table when they had all sat. Mary yelped and jumped back. Jon grabbed Mary and looked around worriedly. Winky ignored them, "Winky will fetch drinks if you wishes them." She waited expectantly.
Mary looked out from behind Jon's shoulder, "Fetch? What is this? Some type of dog?"
Winky straightened her tea cozie, "Winky is a House-Elf. Mr. Harry Potter has two House-Elves. Only the most important families are allowed to have more than one."
Hermione tried to explain it better, "We employ them to assist in many tasks. They are paid and free to leave should they ever wish to." Winky cringed at that but remained silent. "Butterbeer's please Winky."
"Yes Misses Hermione." Two chilled bottles of butterbeer appeared on the table in front of Harry and Hermione. Jon and Mary flinched back again.
Emma calmly asked, "Our usual tea please, Winky."
A silver tea service appeared on the table in front of Dan and Emma, there were four cups and saucers. The fragrant aroma of Earle Grey briefly announced the contents.
Jon leaned forward, "Oh that smells excellent, could we have a cup?"
Dan reached for the teapot, "Of course."
"If Winky be needed just call." She disappeared, Harry, Hermione, Dan and Emma each said, "thank you," to the empty space she left. Dan poured four cups of tea and Emma passed the first two to Jon and Mary.
Jon glanced at Dan then looked at Harry. "Let me go first here. I'm terribly sorry for not being around earlier Harry. From the little we have heard you certainly needed some help." He looked pointedly at Harry and Hermione's joined hands before continuing. "I'm very glad that you've found it. I was told that you had all died in the um, fire. Please feel free to call me Uncle Jon." He sat back and sipped from his tea.
Harry nodded, "Thank you Jon. I understand your position. I myself was kept in the dark, literally, for nearly ten years. Professor McGonagall said that she gave you the very basics. Before the wizarding world learns that you are related to me you need to be aware of a few more details. I through no fault of my own am The-Boy-Who-Lived, also known as The Harry Potter! Hermione, how many books are there on me?"
"On my last count there were thirty five that focus on you specifically. They each try and explain just what happened on All Hallows Eve in Godric's Hollow. Yes I've read them all. You're also referenced in several hundred other books."
"And are any of them right about what happened?"
"I don't believe any of them are even close."
"All right, I'm famous for something that happened when I was fifteen months old. I can't remember much and no one else seems to be able to figure out what happened. Well Professor Dumbledore may have more insight than anyone else on it but, he hasn't written a book yet. Here is what happened, as we understand it now anyway. At fifteen months old an evil wizard named Lord Voldemort, his real name is Tom Riddle, tried to kill me. He thought I was destined to kill him and end his reign of terror. He killed my dad, then after my mum pleaded for him to let me live, he killed her. Then when he tried to kill me something went wrong. His killing curse backfired, giving me this scar, and killing him. Well almost killing him, for ten years he was little more than a ghost. That made me famous. I was immediately shunted off to the Dursley's so didn't learn any of this for almost ten years."
Hermione took over, "You see Tom Riddle was a Dark Lord. Those are like Mad Dictator's in the muggle world. They come to power and rule through terror. He wanted to eliminate all whose blood was not pure. That is, those whose parents were not both magical. There is absolutely no relationship between magical power and ones birth status."
Harry continued again, "At the end of our fourth year I was kidnapped by Tom Riddle. He used my blood in a ritual and brought himself back to life. We dueled and I was able to escape. Since then he's been after me or…" He glanced at Hermione, "those close to me."
Hermione slipped back into the conversation when he faltered, "You see everyone expects Harry to once again defeat Voldemort. We're training to do just that. If everything works out as expected Harry will be the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher next term."
This got Mary's attention, "What qualifications do you have young man to teach such an important topic?"
"Well for starters there are only two men living who have defeated a Dark Lord, Professor Dumbledore and I. Since Professor Dumbledore is the Headmaster of the school he can't take the job. No one else is willing to take on the job and the only qualification is the passing of an exam, both written and physical. I'm scheduled to take both before the beginning of the term. I hope to get nearly perfect scores on both of them."
Emma spoke up for the first time, "Mary, what do you do for a living?"
"Oh, I'm a Lecturer at University."
Emma smiled, "Then you know some of what is in store for a beginning instructor. I myself have taught many classes to young dentists. Let me tell you that once you get to know these two you'll see just how serious they are. They study and train for nearly eight hours a day all week long. Experts in this and that come here to help them. Ultimately though, everything is resting on their shoulders. Everyone is trying to help and support them but one day it will come down to a duel between Harry and Tom. The fate of millions will be decided by the victor of that duel."
Jon paled, "Millions?"
Dan started softly, "We have been doing a lot of reading on the history of the wizarding world. There have been several Dark Lords over the last two thousand years. Each one seems to get worse than the last. Here is a bit of history you never learned at any University. Hitler was actually a Dark Lord. He was called Grindelwald in the wizarding world. Grindelwald was defeated by Albus Dumbledore in 1945. He has never told anyone how he did that. Several thousand witches and wizards had already tried. Every one of them died horribly. So yes millions of people, both muggle and non, will die if Voldemort rises to power."
There was a loud crash from the kitchen, all of them jumped to there feet. Harry and Hermione had their wands out and had shifted so they could see the entire room between them. Mary was clinging to Jon who looked about frantically. Dan and Emma had also drawn close but looked to Harry and Hermione. They heard loud cursing and several doors banged. Harry and Hermione quickly moved to either side of the parlor entrance. Remus came staggering into the hallway, blood dripping down the side of his face from a gash in the top of his head. He held his hand over the gash as he staggered down the hall. He called out, "Albus?"
Harry stepped into the entrance hall where Remus could see him. Hermione seemed to be watching every direction at once. "Harry, I need to talk to Albus, where is he?"
"What happened, Remus? Were you attacked?"
He seemed confused by those questions, "Attacked? No, I stood up too fast and smashed my head. That can wait though I need to talk to Albus."
That explains the racket we heard. He must have been getting a report from someone and it startled him so much he stood up too close and smashed into something hanging in the fireplace.
Yes that makes sense. I'll see what I can get out of him.
Ok, I'll go out back and get Dumbledore.
Hermione put away her wand, "Mum, dad get a bandage on his head. I'll go get Professor Dumbledore." She ran down the hall and into the kitchen, the way Remus had come.
Harry put away his wand and took Remus by the arm. Dan rushed to help him while Emma went to one of the many cabinets in the parlor and pulled out an emergency first aid kit. Harry tried to reassure him, "Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall are out back with the children. Hermione will get him, let's go sit in the parlor and wait." Remus nodded and almost collapsed. "What's so important?"
Remus collapsed onto the couch. Dan sat next to him and looked into his eyes, "He has a concussion I'd guess." Emma went around the back of the sofa and held a large gauze pad on the wound.
Harry barely heard Remus whisper, "Dung, he's gone missing." Remus slumped forward, Dan and Harry caught him. "Tell Albus."
Harry nodded, "Yes, I will. Now you stay with us you hear?"
Remus seemed to try and nod his head but his eyes were closed. There was a soft pop and Professor Dumbledore appeared in the parlor. He whirled about and strode across the room to them, "What happened?"
Harry made sure that Dan had Remus before he stood, "Apparently he was receiving a report. That report surprised him so much he smashed his head standing up. He said that Dung has gone missing. Mr. Granger thinks Remus has a concussion."
Hermione came running back into the parlor at that moment, followed by McGonagall, Mark, and Melony. Melony was carrying Crookshanks. Professor Dumbledore whirled to Minerva, "Get in touch with Kingsley. Have him move the Dursley's again. Stay here until I return. Mundungus has gone missing. I will take Remus to St. Mungo's." Professor McGonagall nodded and ran back into the kitchen. Professor Dumbledore turned back to them. "Thank you Harry, I will see to him now. Have Dobby lock down the house for the next few hours." He took Remus's hand and with a quick flick of his wand they both disappeared.
"Dobby!"
Instantly the House-Elf was standing beside Harry. Dirt covered his knees and the tip of his nose, "Yes Harry Potter sir?"
"Professor Dumbledore says to lock down the house."
Dobby screwed his face up in concentration for a moment, "It is done Harry Potter sir."
Hermione asked calmly, "Just what does that mean Dobby?"
"We should be expecting an attack. Now would not be a good time for opening any outside door or window. Not even a chimney floo. All of the houses defenses has been turned on. Winky be needin me now. We be protecting the house Harry Potter sir."
Go, summon a safe place in the Room of Requirement.
Gone!
Hermione bolted up the stairs three at a time.
Harry drew Godric's sword and took control, "Everyone please follow Hermione upstairs. We'll take refuge in the Room of Requirement for now." Dan grabbed Jon's elbow and took Melony's hand. Emma took Mary by the elbow and motioned for Mark to follow. Both Jon and Mary seemed stunned by what was going on. "Melony take Crookshanks with you please, Mark where is Hedwig?"
"She flew upstairs when we came running in here. What's going on Harry?"
"It looks like the wizard that tried to kill me may be coming to try and finish it."
Mark grew pale and ran to catch up with his parents. Harry looked around and strode to the kitchen. He found Professor McGonagall coming back to join them. "Professor Dumbledore said to lock down the house. We're going to take refuge in the Room of Requirement. Do you have any other suggestions?"
She drew her wand, "Hide the door if we can, otherwise it sounds like a good plan." She started up the stairs, only one step ahead of Harry. Moments later they joined everyone else in the Room of Requirement.
There was a short tunnel behind the door. Harry emerged into the Gryffindor common room. He was immediately crushed into a tight hug by Hermione.
Glad you finally made it.
You've only been in here for a minute you know.
It felt like ages.
They smiled and let go. They both kept their wands at the ready however. Professor McGonagall closed the door behind her and did something that Harry missed. "Well that will have to do I'm afraid. Excellent choice Miss Granger." She looked around the familiar room. Hedwig was preening her wings on a perch across the room.
"I sent everyone else upstairs to choose beds. In case we end up spending a while here. There's a stocked kitchen through that extra door over there."
Professor McGonagall stepped close to them, "This room constantly amazes me. I have something for you both, but first we need witnesses." She walked over to the base of the stairs. In her most authoritative voice she boomed out, "Your attention please. Would everyone please return to the Common room at once!"
Dan and Emma came running down to see what was the matter. They quickly calmed, seeing Harry and Hermione standing by the entrance tunnel. The Evans's came down in a tight crowd. They didn't stop until reaching the base of the stairs. Professor McGonagall looked around serenely, "In my official position as Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts it seems only appropriate that I do this here." She pulled out a pair of sealed letters. Each of them had several ribbons fluttering about. "I was given your O.W.L. results this morning. Apparently the owls were unable to locate you so they returned to the Ministry." She handed them each the envelopes, smiled, and turned back to the rest of those in the room.
She slowly paced around the room. Just as she did while lecturing in class, "OWL's are taken during the fifth term. The results determine what classes may be taken for the final two years as well as future job prospects. These are comprehensive exams, covering both knowledge recall and practical application. Up until sixth term most students attend nine classes. A few with special abilities attend a few more. The twelve classes offered at Hogwarts are: Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Herbology, History of Magic, Muggle Studies, Potions, and Transfiguration. There are three passing grades for each exam, Outstanding, Exceeds Expectations, and Acceptable. There are two failing grades Poor and Dreadful. One OWL is awarded for a grade of Exceeds Expectations and two are awarded for an Outstanding grade. It is thus possible to pass all of your exams and not receive any OWL points. Any questions?" She looked around, not really expecting any. Then looked pointedly at Harry and Hermione. They had not yet opened their letters.
Hermione looked a bit apprehensive, "You go first."
"All right." He broke the seal on his envelope and pulled out a folded sheet of parchment. It quickly straitened out into a large elegantly scribed scroll. He carefully read through it:
1 Transfiguration - Exceeds Expectations
2 Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding
0 Divination - Acceptable
1 Care of Magical Creatures - Exceeds Expectations
2 Potions - Outstanding
1 Charms - Exceeds Expectations
0 Astronomy - Acceptable
0 History - Poor
1 Herbology - Exceeds Expectations
8 Above average Congratulations!
Then he handed it to Professor McGonagall, "I got eight!"
Emma, Dan, and Hermione quickly hugged him tightly. Dan congratulated him, "Excellent Harry."
Professor McGonagall looked over the sheet, "I told that dreadful woman you'd pass with the scores you need. Oh my, Severus is going to have a coronary. He's stuck with you for another two years." She handed the parchment to Dan and Emma. They handed it to Jon and Mary. Mark looked over the letter intently.
"Well, Miss Granger?"
With another nervous glance around she finally broke the seal on her letter. The paper seemed to leap out of its own accord. Several huge ribbons adorned the letter. She started trembling as she read down the scores.
2 Transfiguration - Outstanding
2 Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding
2 Care of Magical Creatures - Outstanding
2 Potions - Outstanding
2 Charms - Outstanding
1 Astronomy - Exceeds Expectations
2 History - Outstanding
2 Herbology - Outstanding
2 Arithmancy - Outstanding
1 Ancient Runes - Exceeds Expectations
18 Unbelievable! Congratulations!
Finally she looked up, clearly upset. Tears started streaming down her cheeks as she raged, "They gave me two Exceeds Expectations! Unbelievable, they obviously did not take into account the interruption of our Astronomy exam! One bloody mistake in Runes and I lost Outstanding!"
Harry quickly took the letter from her and handed it to Emma. He guided her over to the fireplace, arm tightly around her shoulder. He stopped near the window seat where Hedwig was sleeping. He pulled her into a tight hug, she cried onto his shoulder.
Hermione?
Quit!
No, stop being childish.
But…
No, How many people have ever received eighteen Owls?
Including me?
Yes
One
Has anyone ever done better?
Only one
Let me guess, Albus Dumbledore.
Yep, he had nineteen.
What did Tom Riddle get?
Sixteen, he only took 8 exams.
Now pull yourself together. Think of the Outstandings.
All right already. I so much wanted a perfect score.
You don't need a perfect score to prove anything.
I know.
The rest of the room intruded into their private world. Mark and Melony were standing quietly near them while the adults were engrossed in a heated discussion across the room. Mark looked over at them and cautiously asked, "Are you really going to be teaching next term Harry?"
He nodded and pulled Hermione towards the argument. Mary was yelling at the top of her lungs, "I'll not have my child taught by another child. No matter how gifted he seems to be! What practical experience does he have imparting his knowledge and skills to others?"
Before anyone else could answer that there was a loud crack. Harry felt an explosion beside him and looked over. Gone were Hermione's tears, she held her wand aloft and it shone brightly. "That will be enough of that. Harry is an excellent instructor." She marched straight over to Mary. A palpable force surrounded her, "I myself learned Defense from him last term. I have had a lot of experience with teachers. He is among the best I have ever seen." Mary was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide behind Jon.
Professor McGonagall stepped between them, "I think a demonstration is in order. Potter?"
Harry looked around briefly, "Please stay back, everyone up onto the stairs. Mark, take Hedwig please."
Hermione scowled and marched to the base of the stairs where she turned and faced the room. Everyone else went quietly past her and up onto the landing.
"Shall we agree nothing overtly deadly or damaging Mr. Potter?"
He nodded his head, "Of course, no whirling blades, fire, or the like?"
"Quite acceptable."
Do you think this will just be some kind of show?
McGonagall, are you joking? DOWN NOW!
Harry hadn't been paying attention for only a moment. Without hesitation he flattened himself onto the carpet. He rolled so he was facing up just in time to see two large black panthers leaping over him. He heard Hermione calmly start to explain to the rest what was going on. "Professor McGonagall has transformed two couches… He missed the next bit as she started talking in his head at the same time.
Transform them back into furniture.
He quickly did so. Two couches slid a meter as they landed on the common room floor. Hermione's voice continued, "There, he has neutralized the threat, next we will see who attacks next."
Professor McGonagall started pacing, "I see Miss Granger has been tutoring you in Transfiguration. Pity it was after your OWL." Harry quietly transformed the carpet behind her into a Lethifold. The Lethifold rose up behind her and engulfed her. Mary, Emma, and Melony screamed in terror while Dan, Jon, and Mark let out a more manly, "woah."
Harry quickly tried to transform the Lethifold back into a carpet but nothing happened. Hermione fell to one knee clutching her head.
Patronus Harry!
Make lots of light
nooo
Harry quickly created four points of bright light around the Lethifold then summoned forth his Patronus, "Expecto Patronum!" A huge silver stag materialized out of his wand. It pawed the ground, leaving deep gouges, it charged the black mass. The Lethifold tried to retreat but the stag stood on it and plunged its antlers down into the shadow. It ripped upwards tearing great swaths of it away. The Lethifold quivered and fell limp. Harry's Patronus stood majestically over its fallen foe and slowly faded away. Hermione stood, still holding her head, and staggered towards where Professor McGonagall lay. Harry ran to McGonagall, he reached her first. She looked pale but her eyes were open and she was starting to move. Harry helped her sit up Hermione ran to the little kitchen. When she came back with a glass of pumpkin juice Dan and Harry were just putting Professor McGonagall down in a large chair.
Harry asked, "Why couldn't I turn the Lethifold back into a carpet? I was able to turn the Panthers back into sofa's."
Hermione handed her mother the glass of juice. Emma knelt in front of Professor McGonagall and helped her sip some. "At a guess I would blame it on the Room. Panthers are non magical creatures. A Lethifold is a magical creature. I believe the Room of Requirement actually turned it into one. So only it's real counter could destroy it."
Professor McGonagall spoke up, "Those are just like Dementors. I feel so cold. Thank you for acting so quickly to save my life." She shivered but slowly stood. She turned to the Evan's who were still huddled on the first landing of the stairs. She focused on a very pale, young looking Mark. "Your first lesson in magic Mr. Evans. It is an important one, one which almost cost me my life tonight. Never assume that normal rules apply in a magical world. You must learn to adapt to the situation and think quickly."
Harry, we need to talk about what just happened
Sure
Professor McGonagall continued, "Now that is quite enough for now. Let's all have a bite to eat, chocolate is in order for all I believe. We'll remain here until we receive word from Albus that it is safe to exit. We may be here for quite some time." Everyone except Harry and Hermione slowly followed Professor McGonagall into the kitchen.
They went to their traditional couch next to the fireplace. Harry sat down and Hermione slipped snugly into his lap. She pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and covered them both. The Lethifold had left a definite chill in the air. He wrapped his arms around her and they settled down as though about to take a nap.
When Professor McGonagall was being covered by the Lethifold I felt something in me grow elated. At the same time I felt an overwhelming hatred for you Harry.
What do you think that means?
My initial guess was that somehow Voldemort had a link to me. Now I think it's something different.
Hang on, Dumbledore, when he was explaining to me why I could speak Parseltongue. He said that Voldemort put a bit of himself in me. The night he tried to kill me, the first time that is.
So that would be why he couldn't die.
You think it worked like that potion?
Partially anyway, regardless we need to figure out how to get rid of it. I don't think we can succeed in killing him while its here.
Damn! I've been carrying around a chunk of Tom Riddle all these years?
Precisely, and now I have it.
We need to talk to Dumbledore.
Not yet, let me try and find a solution. If we tell him then he'll certainly learn about the potion.
Yea, you're right. Ok, work on it but if you get stuck we'll have to tell him.
I'll see what I can come up with.
I think now would be a good time to try and see what Voldemort is doing.
I was thinking about that. Try just touching the scar instead of going through it.
All right, that sounds like a good thing to try first.
Should we link?
No, let's see if one of us can be quieter.
Take Godric's sword with you. Remember how it was able to hurt him last time.
Ok, good idea.
If he is busy with something you should be able to observe. Try to keep your emotions neutral, just watch and listen.
He nodded against her bushy hair and kissed her neck. She shivered at his touch. He found the hilt of Godric's sword and touched it.
Sword?
I AM HERE
I need to try and spy on Voldemort through that hole in my head.
YES
I need you to come with me to help.
DONE
Hermione locked onto his thoughts. Harry visualized the shining lightning bolt inside his head. Suddenly he was standing before it, Godric's sword in hand.
He reached out his left hand to the scar.
USE ME
What?
TOUCH ME TO THE SCAR, HE CANNOT HARM ME
Oh, all right.
Harry lifted the sword and slowly touched the tip of the blade to it. There was a flash of light and he was in another place.
He flinched away from the pain. There was so much of it. His skin burned where Moody's fire had consumed him, his leg still ached where that damned rubbish bin had broken it. Where was Severus? The door opened and Pettigrew came in, "Master, he is ready to talk to you."
His anticipation grew strong, "He had better be." Lord Voldemort stood slowly and walked out into the corridor. Dementors slipped out of his path as he strode down the hall. His red eyes gleamed in the darkness. He turned down a narrow passage and into a small prison cell. Mundungus knelt, his wrists chained to the wall behind him. His skin was pale and breathing erratic. Much more pain would kill him, damn worm couldn't even torture correctly! "Tell me what I want to know or die!"
Mundungus began sobbing and shaking his head, "Master I canno. There be a house, it did once belonged to… Argh! I canno say it, I canno even thin o how to describe it to ye. Tha house be our headquarters an his hidin place."
Lord Voldemort lifted his wand for the final blow. Mundungus lowered his head, whimpering. Pettigrew pulled his sleeve down. Pain burned across his arm where his sleeve had rubbed it raw again, "Master no! It is the same cursed spell, it must be. The Phedelus or some such, only the keeper of the secret can tell another."
Lord Voldemort shoved Pettigrew against the wall. He hit hard but unfortunately it didn't break his back. He sat on the floor waiting for his master's revenge, "Dung, who is the keeper of this secret? Who can reveal Potter's hiding place to me?"
Mundungus looked up, "Albus."
Rage burned through him. He would see that meddling old fool burned alive for his infernal interference. Fear made his anger grow. He had never been able to get more than one step ahead, "I will break this spell, I must!" Lord Voldemort turned quickly and left the room. Pettigrew scurried after him, "Find me that spell Pettigrew, I must study it."
Peter scraped the floor as he bowed, "Yes, my master." He quickly turned to leave the room.
Severus stood in the doorway blocking his retreat. He carried a large cauldron of a thick white cream, "Watch where you are running Peter. You may injure yourself being so careless."
Lord Voldemort whirled back to face his lone competent servant, "What kept you?"
Severus stepped sideways and lifted the cauldron slightly, "Potion making is a precise thing Master. This was poison until it was done."
"I grow tired of your excuses Snape, start sooner on the next batch."
Severus bowed slightly, "As my master comma…"
He was interrupted by the sounds of Mundungus screaming, "no, no, NO, NO, Nnooo…" It was abruptly cut off. Lord Voldemort and Peter ran out of the room. Severus carefully placed the potion on the table and followed them.
There were three Dementors in the prison cell with Mundungus. Mundungus's corpse lay pale upon the stone floor. He turned to the Dementors and raged, "Why? I gave no such order!" There was a soft rustling, "What do you mean you were hungry! You do as I command!"
Severus slipped disdainfully into the room, "Master I have told you they cannot be trusted. Every mission you send them on they ignore your orders except to suck souls."
Lord Voldemort's red eyes blazed at Severus, "If you were not my only remaining competent follower you would die here and now for that statement! They are my tools. Their very presence reminds people of my power!"
"Then send them out, don't give them responsibilities they are not meant for."
"But I needed him alive. He knew where Potter was hiding!"
"Master, I will find Potter for you. It is only a matter of time before that old fool slips and tells me. Then we will have revenge on Potter."