Harry Potter and the Power He Knows Not by Hermione Potter

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Suspense
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 16/07/2005
Last Updated: 13/08/2005
Status: Paused

Harry is facing his last year in Hogwarts after the events that occured during sixth year. Can
he cope with what's happened? Even after his break up with Ginny? One person will help him
discover the Power he knows not. *R.I.P. Harry/Hermione..*




1. Alone Isn't A Good Thing
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*Disclaimer: Have I ever owned something? And if I do own Harry Potter, Ginny would so not
exist.*



*A/N: A crack at writing my version for the 7th Harry Potter book. Though I’m
writing this out of my spite for Harry and Ginny. So please enjoy and I hope you like it.*



*Harry Potter and the Power He Knows Not*

*By Hermione Potter*



*Chapter 1: Alone Isn’t A Good Thing*

Harry lay on his bed, the blinds of his window closed, letting only a but of light seeping
through. On the floor that lay scattered candy wrappers and lint were several articles from the
Daily Prophet. Harry wasn’t in the mood to do anything but try and sleep. The articles made him
feel worse of what happened in his sixth year. Albus Dumbledore. Was dead.



Albus Dumbledore: Passed

*Recently during a battle between Harry Potter and Death Eaters resolved in school Headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore to be murdered by none other than one of his colleagues and fellow professors,
Severus Snape. For the past six year at Hogwarts since Harry Potter has been amitted to, Severus
was a Death Eater. Albus Dumbledore, being the trusting man he is, decided to see the good in him
and give him the benefit of the doubt. But that alliance has caused Albus Dumbledore his downfall.
Now that he has passed on, the Assistant Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall will be taking over as
Head of the Hogwarts School.*



Harry buried his face in a pillow, listening to Hedwig hoot. Uncle Vernon kept pounding at the
door to tell him to keep Hedwig quiet. But he didn’t care at the moment. Someone else in his had
just died. And he was his mentor. To make matters worse, Harry had been missing Ginny as well since
they had broken up. He couldn’t be with her. Voldemort would find some way to get to him through
her and he could never live if someone happened to her.



He had been invited to the stay at the Burrow in a few days. But he really didn’t fancy seeing
anyone yet. Hermione had been owling him every day. He never replied. He couldn’t find himself to
say anything. She had gotten so desperate as to send him a flock of owls delivering numerous
amounts of mail.



Harry sighed and flipped around on his back, staring at Hedwig. “I guess I’m not the only one
that’s not happy, eh Hedwig?” Harry tried smiling, but failed horribly. He had so many people die
because of him. His parents, Sirius, and now his Headmaster.



Suddenly, a tapping came at the window. He turned and pulled up the blinds to find himself face
to a familiar blue flying car.



“Hey Harry. Long time, no see?” Ron grinned from the passenger’s seat. Fred was at the driver’s
seat and George’s head poked from the back, signaling him to be quiet.



“Hurry up and grab your stuff. We’d figure, hey we’ve done it before, why not again?” Fred
grinned. George opened the back door and Harry hurriedly handed Hedwig’s cage to him and then tried
to push his Hogwarts trunk into the car. But it was strange, the Dursleys had not barged in. At the
moment he didn’t care and climbed out before slamming the door.



As the car sped away, Ron turned around to look at Harry. “Well...that went smoother than I had
thought it would,” he grinned. Harry smiled back and nodded. Ron and George glanced at each
other.



Harry sighed inwardly as they rode quickly, Fred making the car invisible to avoid the yells
from Mrs. Weasley. Right now he wasn’t thinking of Dumbledore. His mind was on Ginny Weasley. He
didn’t understand why he had to be the Chosen One. It was because of that, he had to end things
with her. And now that he was going to be in the same place as her, it would make it harder not to
think of her.



“Hermione’s already at the Burrow. She came yesterday, so maybe she can help with cheering you
up,” Ron said with a nervous smile. Harry just nodded in agreement, gazing out the car window.



A few moments later, they had arrived at the front of the Burrow, Fred stopping the car. Harry
got out and pulled his trunk out while Ron had held Hedwig’s cage for him. It was warm outside and
he could see gnomes running around in the garden.



“Mum’s still trying to de-gnome the yard. So you’re going to see a lot of them....For some
reason, they’re flocking all over the place,” George commented, walking inside, and grabbing a
biscuit that was on a plate by the stove.



“Fred? George? Do not tell me you guys went out again in the car! Mum is going to be so fur-,”
Ginny had skipped down the stairs and stopped when she had her eyes set on Harry. An awkward
silence filled the air. Ron looked back and forth between the two.



“Well now! Let’s just all go to my Mum and let her yell at us! Won’t that be fun?” Ron laughed
nervously. But evidently, no one was listening to him. Harry and Ginny just kept staring at each
other.



“Hey..”she greeted quietly, grabbing her other arm nervously. Harry looked at her.



“Hello,” he murmured. He felt that monster inside his stomach pounce, his heart beating
erratically, watching her fidget. Her red hair had grown and her freckled face had been tanned. He
bit his lip from saying something wrong.



“I hope we’re still friends, right Harry?” she blurted, looking hopefully. Harrry stared at her,
his heart sinking.



“Yeah. Of course. You’re my best friend’s sister. How could we not be friends?” Harry smiled
uneasily, putting his trunk by the stairs. She nodded and stared at him.



“Hey do you know where Hermione is?” he asked, looking up. Ginny glanced at him, jealously
glinting in her eyes. Harry didn’t catch it though. He wanted to see how Hermione was doing. She
was bound to be in a room reading up on research to find out who R.A.B. was. Just like she always
has been.



“She’s near the pond. She went down there like a half hour ago. Do you want me to come with?”
Ginny asked, hoping he’d say yes.



“Nah. It’ll be okay. I’ll be fine on my own. Thanks anyways,” Harry smiled at her and walked
out. Ginny stood there, plopping herself in a chair. “Remember to go to Fred and George’s shop come
time to go to Diagon Alley. I’m going to need a few things,” she whispered.



*A/N: Did y’all like that? Please review. No one has reviewed my update for Worlds Apart,
Hearts Close and I feel neglected. Please help my shattered heart from being pained by HBP.*



2. Newest Attractions
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*Disclaimer: Have I ever owned something? Maybe a cookie or two.*

*A/N: I see you all still need some H/Hr! So this fic is more dedicated to our Hermione which
JKR has turned into a giggling school girl. We all need support now more than ever! This chapter is
much longer than the first one. I know all us Harmionans are very crushed for the HBP release. She
has written a preposterous book that has stripped our hope, but we hope that she’ll make it up to
us in book 7. “She was the life and soul of our team...” My arse!*




*Harry Potter and the Power He Knows Not*

*By Hermione Potter*



*Chapter 2: Newest Attractions*

Harry made his way down to the pond down the hill. He looked up to see Hermione sitting at the
edge of the water with her knees pulled up slightly and her arms steady on them. Under a tree a few
feet away lay a lazy Crookshanks.



“Hermione?” he called out. She turned around, her eyes widening.



“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, getting up and threw herself at him, causing him to stumble. Harry
choked a bit, hugging her back. “Er my nee.” Harry choked out. Her eyes widened more before she
pulled back.



“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry.” she smiled at him cheerfully. Harry stared at her momentarily and
smiled softly at her.



“ You know, you don’t have to put an act on for me. You’re forcing that smile and you know it,”
he said softly watching her defenses fall. Tears filled her eyes.



“Oh Harry...Why did it have to be him?” Hermione whispered, falling against him. He wrapped his
arms around her sympathetically, stroking her hair subconsciously. He could feel his shirt getting
wet, but he didn’t care at the moment, they both needed some comfort. She clutched to him as her
knees slide to the ground.



“I was so worried about you over the holidays. You never replied to any of my letters. Did
something go wrong?” she asked worriedly, trying to wipe the never ending tears that streamed.
Harry chuckled at her concern for him.



“Hermione, nothing happened. I am fine. I just haven’t been in a good mood. I’m sorry I didn’t
reply to you,” he replied, putting his hands on her shoulders trying to calm her down. She took a
deep breath and looked up at him.



“Oh what am I doing? Here I am, worrying about my concerns when you actually watched.....”



“Dumbledore die,” he finished for her. She nodded slowly, sitting back down in the same
position. Harry sat down next to her and looked across the lake. He threw a rock into it that
echoed a splash, making the birds fly away.



“He’s really gone...I never thought that he’d just die. It feels like he’s still her, ya know?”
Hermione asked softly. He just nodded. She glanced at him and sighed.



“You know you can talk to me or Ron any time don’t you?” she said. He turned to look at her.



“Yeah. I’m just not ready to talk about it yet. Sorry,” Harry apologized. She shook her head at
his stubbornness but understood his secrecy. After all, Professor Dumbledore was someone they could
look up to. She wouldn’t push him.



“We’ve missed you. A lot. Mrs. Weasley the most probably. She’s really upset about it. Can I ask
you something?”



“Sure.”



“What happened between you and Ginny?” Hermione asked. He immediately found his stomach dropping
and closed his eyes.



“We broke up at the end of the year. I didn’t want to put her in any danger. You know how
Voldemort is. He’ll do anything to get to me. And if I’m with Ginny, he’ll use her. It’s the same
with you and Ron. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a good idea that we should be friends. I don’t want to
put you in any more danger than you’re already in,” Harry explained.



“Don’t even think about that Harry! Ron and I know the risks of being your friends. We’re not
being forced. We want to Harry. And you can’t say it’s your fault that we’re in danger. I was
already in danger because I’m a Muggle-Born,” she tried to convince him, her hand clutching his
arm. He stared at her face and sighed.



“That doesn’t keep me from thinking it Hermione. I don’t want you guys in danger,” Harry
decided. Hermione grew silent. He turned to her. He didn’t get a good look at her yet.



Her hair had become less tame over the years, but you could still see the frizziness in it. Her
skin had become bronze and he certainly noticed that she had filled out quite nicely. One thing
that didn’t change about her was her brown eyes. Suddenly, he felt butterflies in his stomach. But
why?



He shook all thoughts out of his head as he felt something brush against his leg. He looked down
to see Crookshanks rubbing himself against his leg, purring. Harry grinned, reaching down to
scratch Crookshank’s ears. Hermione watched.



“Crookshanks is never that friendly, not even to my friends. Geez, Harry. Are you trying to take
my Crookshanks away from me. You already have Hedwig or can I have her?” she grinned before she
stood up and ran towards the Burrow. Harry gaped at her and got up running after her.
“Hermione!”




By the time Harry had gotten into the house, everyone was seated at the table ready to eat
breakfast. Fred and George looked solemn, having gotten caught by their mum. Harry looked at Mrs.
Weasley and noticed that she wasn’t in her morning moods. She was having a very hard time accepted
Professor Dumbledore’s death. It seemed they all were.



Harry sat next to Ron and across from Hermione. He glanced at Ron was helping himself to eggs
and sausage.



“Harry dear! We’re so glad you’re here. We don’t want you to be alone at a time like this. Not
when it’s so dangerous. And...Albus is gone,” Mrs. Weasley said sadly, putting a plate of eggs in
front of him. Harry sat quietly and started eating. Ginny was seated next to Hermione and they kept
glancing at each other. He only felt a twinge of the feelings that he felt when Ginny looked at
him. He turned and looked at Hermione.



She was definitely not the girl he met in first year.



“Allo! O, ‘Arry! Itz so good to zee you!” Fleur Delacour had pranced into the room, her blonde
hair swishing behind her. She bent down to kiss Harry on both cheeks and sat down next to Ron.
Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes.



“Zee vedding iz zo zoon! I can’t vait! Now, Ginny, you know zat you’re my vridesmaid along vid
my zizter, Gabrielle!” Fleur said cheerfully. Suddenly four owls flew on the window sill.



“Oh your Hogwarts letters are here,” Mrs. Weasley said, taking the parchments and handing them
to Harry and the others.



He tore the opening off and read.



*Dear Mr. Potter,*

*I am sorry about the horrific unfortunate events of our beloved Professor Dumbledore.
Therefore, he has passed down the duties of being the Head to me. He would have wanted you to have
this Harry. Congratulations, you have made Head Boy. We were afraid that you would have too much on
your shoulders to carry out the duties. But this is your last year, and you deserve it.*



*Enclosed with the letter is your badge and your Hogwarts supply list. Again, congratulations
on you and Miss Granger making Head Boy and Girl.*



*Sincerely,*

*Professor McGonagall*



“I’M HEAD GIRL!” Hermione shrieked, jumping up, making the table shake.



“Why am I not surprised?” Ron rolled his eyes. Hermione glared at him.



“Oh Harry! You made Head Boy! That’s wonderful!” she brightened, hugging him. He felt relaxed in
her arms and hugged her back.



“Congrats to you Head Girl. Not that it was a shock,” Harry chuckled, pulling back and taking
out a badge. It glistened in the light. It was gold plated and had HB carved into the gold. And
under that read ‘Harry Potter’.



“Oh that’s wonderful you two! I knew you’d two would make it!” Mrs. Weasley said happily,
something actually brightening their morning. Ron looked sulkily at them.



“How come you got Head Boy and I didn’t?” Ron asked, gulping down orange juice. Hermione stared
at him.



“It’s obvious that he deserves it! And he did wonderfully on the O.W.L.S.! I really think you
did a great job Harry,” she smiled, patting his back and then sitting back down.



“Well I suppose these things aren’t going to buy themselves. So who’s up for a day at Diagon
Alley?” Mrs. Weasley sighed.



“O! I zon’t zink I can come. Zere iz much more plaaning for zee vedding!” Fleur said airily,
running upstairs. Ginny huffed. “No one invited you.”



“Ginny!” her mother scolded. Ginny scoffed and finished her break fast.



“Come on you lot, we best be going as soon as we can. Go on! Grab your cloaks,” Mrs. Weasley
shooed them. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny took their cloaks and Mrs. Weasley hurriedly got the
Floo Powder. One by one they arrived in Diagon Alley.



The streets moved with abuzz as Harry had walked out and people had started whispering about
him. Hermione grabbed his arm, pulling him with her muttering, “Don’t look at them. Just ignore
them.”



Harry sighed and just followed her. Ron had been walking beside Hermione and Ginny on Ron’s
side.



“Ginny dear, come along with me. I’m sure Ron and the others are going to busy off buying their
things. Come now,” Mrs. Weasley said.



“Mum...” Ginny whined, following her. When would her mum stop treating her like a little
girl?




Harry, Hermione, and Ron had walked to Flourish and Blotts (on Hermione’s account) Before they
could enter, Harry stopped. Ron and Hermione turned to him.



“I’m not going back. Dumbledore wanted me to find the other horcruxes and I’m going to,” Harry
told them defiantly. They gaped at him that reminded him of when he told them the same thing at the
end of last year.



“Harry, you can’t be serious! We thought you’d come to your senses during summer,” Hermione
argued, glaring at him.



“I have to do this. If I don’t, Voldemort is going to just take more of the people I love. And
those people could be you,” he whispered angrily. Ron just stood there as Hermione grabbed him by
the shoulders.



“You can’t go by yourself! At least come to Hogwarts and I’ll help. I’ll help you find the
horcruxes. You know how worried Ron and I would be?! Don’t go alone, let us come with you,”
Hermione tried to reason. She always did have a point.



“What is the point of you going out there by yourself when you have no clue where to look?
You’re walking into dangerous boundaries Harry. At least get some direction to head for,” she
stopped taking a breath. Ron looked at her, exasperated.



“You sure do talk a lot, don’t you?”Ron asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.



“Don’t even start Ron. Harry needs some logic knocked into him, and you and I arguing doesn’t
help,” she said.



“Who said we were arguing!” Ron replied.



“We’re eventually gonna start if you say something stupid,” Hermione had her hands on her
hips.



“Why is it that it’s always my fault?” Ron growled.



“Because it ju-.”



“WILL YOU TWO GIVE IT A REST?!” Harry bellowed, people who were walking by stopped at stared.
Hermione sighed.



“Sorry.” Hermione and Ron said in unison.



“Please ay you’ll come to Hogwarts at least...just for a bit,” Hermione pleaded. Harry
sighed.



“Fine. But when I have a clue where to find it, I’m going and this time you can’t stop me,” he
surrendered, knowing that if it was Hermione he was dealing with, he’d never win.



“Okay, now that we’ve got that settled, we should get our supplies,” Hermione beamed, knowing
she had gotten to Harry. She walked into Flourish and Blotts, taking out her list. She ran upstairs
and disappeared. Harry and Ron looked at each other, shrugging. They split up to go find their
books.




Hermione looked through the sections of books, reading each title. After all, she did want to
have a bit of light reading. She had read most of the books in the Library.



“How to De-Gnome a Garden, What to Do When You Come Across Gillyweed, What Not to Do In Case You
Get Petrified, Horcr-Horcruxes?!” Hermione’s eyes widened as she pulled the book away from the
shelf. But why would a book like this be here? Not many people new about Horcruxes, did they?



“They aren’t going to let me buy this....But...Oh I got it!” Hermione exclaimed, taking a larger
book and taking her wand out. Hopefully, no one would know.



“Recedo!” she muttered, and then the pages disappeared. She placed the book inside and hurriedly
walked around getting her school books. *‘Hopefully this is help Harry.’* she thought.



Hermione waited quietly to pay for her books.



“That will be four Galleons please,” the witch said. Hermione paid quickly and ran out. She sat
on a bench across from the store and pulled out the Horcruxes book. She slipped it inside her book
bag and closed it as Harry and Ron walked back out.



“Wow, Hermione’s out before us,” Ron mocked.



“Don’t start you guys,” Harry warned. He looked up and gaped. Ron stared at him before following
the direction of his eyes.



“Bloody hell! It’s a new broom! The Firebolt 3000! It’s beautiful,” Ron sighed in delight.
Hermione shook her head at the boys’ amazement with a stick. She grabbed their sleeves and dragged
them to the ice cream parlor. “Now, let’s go get something to eat,” she suggested, taking then
inside and sitting down.



A new owner, Ollie Peters was behind the counter making ice cream sodas and putting them on
display. He looked up and smiled.



“Mr. Potter! It’s wonderful to see you again! What can I get for you and your friends?” he asked
as they all sat down.



“Double fudge sundae.”



“Banana split.”



“Just chocolate ice cream for me.”



Ollie flicked his wand and the three sundaes appeared in front of them. “Enjoy! And it’s on the
house.”



Ron was eating so fast that he had gotten fudge smeared all over his mouth. Hermione made a
disgusted face and looked at Harry who was just digging his spoon around. She frowned.



“What’s wrong Harry? You usually enjoy the ice cream,” she asked. He smiled, looking at her.



“I’m not in much of a mood, ‘member?” he replied.



Suddenly, out of no where, reporters swarmed their table.



“Mr. Potter, what’s your reaction of the death of the Headmaster?”



“How do you feel about Severus Snape betraying him?”



“Did you know Severus was in it?”



Hermione gripped her spoon and stood up, slamming her hands against the table.



“Please leave us alone! We will NOT answer any questions. We are trying to have a nice day and
we won’t if you ALL keep this up! PLEASE LEAVE or suffer consequences of bothering us again.”
Hermione threatened. The whole parlor had quieted down and Harry stared at Hermione while Ron had
stayed still, ice cream dripping down his chin.



The reporters walked out, muttering things such as, “Such a destructive girl she is.” Hermione
huffed and sat back down, eating her ice cream as if nothing happened.



Harry and Ron glanced at each other. Hermione was definitely.....different than last year.

*A/N: Thank you for all your generous reviews. I knew by this time you’d all need relief. Just
call me the Harry/Hermione Red Cross. LOL. Please stand tall and support us in the war again H/G
and R/Hr! Not all hope is lost! Hehe. Contribute reviews to the Red Cross please! Hopefully this is
the way Book 7 will be the same! Tell me if I write like JKR haha. I’m so sad...*



3. Weasley Wedding
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*Disclaimer: Have I ever owned something? Maybe a cookie or two.*



*Dedication:* To our beloved ship of Harry and Hermione. We hope you rest in peace. And we
will not hold our heads low to the pain that JKR and R/Hr shippers have done to us. We will miss
you and will support you forever. You will not be dead to us ever.



*A/N:* In case you don’t know what’s happened, JKR has officially said that Harry and
Hermione were never meant to be. *tear* I am devastated by this pain and horror but will NOT turn
away from my H/Hr!



*Harry Potter and the Power He Knows Not*

*By Hermione Potter*



*Chapter 3: Weasley Wedding*

“Zee vedding iz in two ‘ours! O no!” Fleur shrieked, running around the Burrow. It was 10
o’clock in the morning. Harry’s eyes blinked open as he heard Ron’s snoring from the other side of
the room. He looked out the door way just in time to see a flash of blonde hair.



“Women...” Harry muttered, getting off the bed and pulling pants and a shirt on. He yawned and
made his way down the hall and noticed the bathroom door was closed. He knocked and heard
Hermione’s voice.



“Who is it?” she called.



“Harry.”



“Come in.” Hermione replied. He turned the knob and walked in, seeing Hermione at the sink,
brushing her teeth. Her hair was a bit wet and she didn’t turn to look at him. He walked over and
took his toothbrush and squirted toothpaste on it before brushing himself.



As Hermione rinsed, she splashed water on her face. Harry watched as she took a cloth out of a
blue box and moistened it before rubbing it over her face. A few moments later, she splashed her
face again and felt water splash her ear.



“Harry!” she shrieked, turning to him. He tried to keep from laughing, but he couldn’t contain
it.



“You actually use that stuff?” Harry laughed. Hermione stared at him.



“And just what is wrong with the stuff I use?” she asked defiantly. Harry smiled.



“Nothing, just saying.” he grinned. Hermione stared at him for a moment before walking out
without a word. He blinked just walked out after her.



The two walked down into the kitchen and started eat breakfast. Ginny was standing in front of
the table. “I made breakfast this morning!” she smiled, sitting down.



Harry’s eyes followed Ginny as he took a drink of his orange juice. He shuddered. Chills went
down his spine as he felt the monster inside him pounce again. He stared at Ginny longingly before
continuing with break fast. Hermione’s eyes darted at Harry every few moments. Since when did she
care about how Harry felt about Ginny?



After break fast Harry, Hermione, and Ginny decided to get ready for the wedding. Ron had just
gotten out of bed and was on his way to the bathroom. Hermione and Ginny closed the door as Harry
stared at the door. He sighed and walked inside Ron’s room and closed his own door.




Plopping on the bed, he groaned. “What’s wrong with me? Am I over Ginny or not?” he asked
himself. He sat up and pulled out his dress robes to wear to the wedding. They were dark blue that
was encrusted with a HP on a breast pocket.



He walked to the front of the mirror and stared his hair. “Why can’t you be neat?” he asked,
talking to no one in particular. He tried his hardest to get it straight but failed terribly. He
shrugged and just left it as it was.



As he made his way out, he heard giggling coming from Ginny’s room. It was no surprise that
Ginny could be, but Hermione had been acting different the last few months. He knocked on the door.
“Are either of you ready yet?” he asked, hoping Ginny would be.



“Yes Harry. Ginny’s being to fussy over her nails...But I’m fine with mine. Ginny come on! You
look fine!”Hermione said from the inside. Harry heard dragging and then the door opened. He turned
and saw Ginny walk out. She looked stunning. Her pale gold dress had brought out her brown eyes.
Her hair was crimped and framed her face.



“You look amazing Gin,” Harry grinned. Ginny’s face lit up so happily. Hermione, look disgusted
and pretended to making a gagging face. Harry turned to look at her.



“Woah.” was all he could say. She wore a simple but elegant lavender colored dress that was made
from satin. Her hair had been pinned up with tendrils cascading down her face. Harry could not find
any word to describe her. ‘Angelic’ came to his mind.



“You look great Hermione!” he exclaimed, kissing her cheek. Her eyes widened a bit and she felt
a blush creeping up her face. Ginny’s hands were clenching, watching this. Why hadn’t it
worked?



“There’s fifteen minutes left. Come on Hermione, we should go outside. See you soon, Gin,” Harry
smiled at her and walked with Hermione downstairs. Ginny huffed quietly and kicked the wall softly.
Ginny had missed Harry so much after they had broken up. She wanted to be with him again.



Harry followed Hermione outside and found many people seated already and chatting. Mrs. and Mr.
Weasley were seated in the front and Harry could hear her sniffles starting. The two sat down in
the third row. She turned to him.



“You look very nice,” she smiled.



“Thanks.”



“Honestly, I wonder if I’ll get emotion and start crying myself...I’ve been to only one wedding
and that was when I was seven,” she asked herself, contemplating. Harry chuckled. “You might.”



“Hopefully Ron doesn’t have to wear lacy robes today. Gosh I wish I took a picture of that,”
Harry grinned, leaning back.



“Ah well....hopefully he won’t. Ginny must be embarrassed, walking down the aisle with her
brother. Being a best man isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Hermione replied.



“And how would you know that?” he asked. She shrugged and made him shush when the music
started.



Bill was already waiting at the alter as Fleur’s cousin, Emilia came down the aisle, throwing
flowers followed by Ginny and Ron walking down. Harry watched and silently wished he could be
Ron.



Following Ginny and Ron was Gabrielle walked down by herself and got on the other side of Ginny.
Bill waited nervously as he saw Fleur starting to walk. She was wearing a white wedding dress that
had sequins sewn into every part of it. She didn’t bother to use a veil and used a crown of white
roses. In her hands lay a bouquet of them.



Mrs. Weasley started crying as Mr. Weasley wrapped his arm around her and soothed her. Hermione
watched, smiling softly. *‘So romantic...’* she thought.



As Fleur stopped at the alter, Bill took her hand and kissed it. They turned to the
minister.



“We are gathered here today to bound the two families of Delacour and Weasley together. To
celebrate the matrimony of this couple. This is a day that should be cherished by all because we
are uniting two souls together for eternity. And with that said:



“Do you Bill Weasley, take Fleur Delacour to be your lawful wedded wife to cherish and to love,
to have and to hold, to take care of in sickness or in health, to honor her, to love her, in joy or
sorrow, for as long as you two may live?”



“I do.”



“Do you Fleur Delacour, take Bill Weasley to be your lawful wedded husband to cherish and to
love, to have and to hold, to take care of in sickness or in health, to honor her, to love her, in
joy or sorrow, for as long as you two may live?”



“I do.”



“Then by the power invested in me, I am pleased to announce Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! You may now
kiss the bride,” the minister said. And the two sealed it with a kiss. Everyone cheered and clapped
as they did. Catcalls could be heard from Fred and George, making Mrs. Weasley scold them.



As Bill and Fleur walked back down the aisle, people throw rice and blew bubbles. The rows
started clearing as everything made way to the reception area. Harry, Hermione, and Ron said next
each other, Hermione in the middle. Ron grinned and took his glass before standing up and tapping
it.



“Here here! As best man to my bro, I have to make a speech. I’d just like to say that we all saw
it coming! We’re glad to make the Weasley family bigger and now we’ve being one big happy Weasley
family!” Ron said and then sat back down. Everyone clapped for him and then started eating the
food. Music was playing through the air as everyone heard Fleur laughing.



“O Mizter Weazley! Zat iz zo vunny!” Fleur commented, hearing something. As the music played,
Fleur and Bill got up and had their first dance as husband and wife. Ginny sighed dreamily,
imagining herself dancing with Harry.



Harry turned to Hermione and held out his hand. She silently accepted, standing up and walking
onto the dance floor with him. Ginny’s eyes widened as Harry and Hermione swirled around, him
whispering something in her ear. Ginny bit her lip angrily.



Meanwhile, Ron was watching and he felt his ears turn red.



“I’m still thinking of the idea of not going back to Hogwarts, Hermione,” Harry whispered to her
as they danced.



“You said you’d come back for a while. And when you do leave, Ron and I are coming. There’s no
point in you going off by yourself,” Hermione reasoned as he dipped her.



“Ugh. Okay, I stay until Christmas. It’ll be easier since no one will be here,” Harry decided.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He stopped and turned around to see Ginny.



“Can I have a dance Harry?” she asked.



“Sure...Hermione, will that be all right?” he asked her. She smiled and headed off to go sit
down. Harry turned to her and started to dance with her. He looked down at her.



“So what were you and Hermione talking about?” Ginny asked casually.



“Oh, you know, just school and how tough it’s going to be,” Harry smiled earnestly at her. Ginny
nodded and smiled.



“Do you think that...without You-Know-Who around that we’d still be together?” she asked
hopefully.



“Ginny, we shouldn’t talk about that now. I’m not ready yet,” Harry replied, watching her
expression become saddened.



“Okay.” was all she said.




“Okay ladeez! It’z time to zrow zee bouquet!” Fleur yelled happily as she and Bill were about to
leave on their honeymoon to Italy. All the single women had flocked over to Fleur as well as Ginny.
Hermione sat down and didn’t bother to catch it. It wasn’t worth it.



“Okay! Von! Two! Zree!” Fleur counted as she threw it into the air. All the women tried to reach
desperately to catch the flowers. Ginny jumped as high as she could, but no avail. It passed her as
fast it came. But as they disappeared, the women turned around and saw Hermione Granger, holding
the bouquet.



“Oh Hermione! You caught it! How lovely that is!” Mrs. Weasley clapped. Soon the others joined
in, acting happy for Hermione. Ginny, stood back with her arms crossed over her chest. She was
supposed to catch it, not Hermione! If she had caught it, that meant she would be married next! And
maybe even to Harry!



Hermione sat there amazed. The bouquet had landed on her lap. But of course it didn’t mean she
would be the next one married. It was just a tradition, right? Hermione shook the idea from her
head and stood up. Sh shrugged it off before throwing them back in the air and heard the women
screaming again.



They would be returning to Hogwarts soon and Hermione wasn’t looking forward to it. She
understood why Harry had was so reluctant to return. After all, their headmaster had fallen. Snape
had betrayed them all. And on top of that, Harry had to find the rest of the Horcruxes along with
Voldemort...



And yet Harry seemed so...Harry. She just couldn’t explain it. He was just Harry and nothing
else. Not the Chosen One. Not the Boy Who Lived. Just Harry.



*A/N:* I need to share the pain with someone!!!!! Help me guys, I will die if I don’t do
some therapy....



4. Sharing Secrets
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*Disclaimer: Have I ever owned something? Maybe a cookie or two.*



*Harry Potter and the Power He Knows Not*

*By Hermione Potter*



*Chapter 4: Sharing Secrets*

Hermione had stayed up all night reading the Horcrux book. Oddly enough, there was no author.
How strange. So far, Hermione had come up with nothing to help Harry on his journey.



She yawned slightly and got up to go get a drink of water before going to bed. The darkness has
drowned her sight and she stumbled over something. She scrambled on the floor and stood still,
trying not to wake Ginny.



When the youngest Weasley made no move, Hermione took a breath and turned on the lamp. She
crouched down and picked up a bottle that was filled with some kind of potion. She read the
label.



*Weasley’s Love Potion*

*Guaranteed to make the one you love fall for you.*

*Works for 24 hours at a time.*

*WARNING: May cause stalking.*



Hermione’s eyes widened as she pulled out the box she had stumbled on the find a full case of
the heart shaped bottles. Had Ginny been using these on Harry all this time? She quietly put them
away and crept back into bed. She didn’t feel thirsty anymore. Was Ginny that desperate to be with
Harry?



She had remembered a conversation she had had before the beginning of sixth year.




*“Hermione...I think I still love Harry,” Ginny confessed, looking down at her feet. Hermione
and Ginny were in her room talking about different things.*



*“I thought you were trying to get over him,” Hermione replied, confused. Ginny sighed and
collapsed on the bed.*



*“I can’t stop thinking about him Hermione! He’s all I dream about! All I care about. I’ve
tried to move on, but it won’t work. I’ll do anything to be with him,” she explained, covering her
face with her hands.*



*“You’re only fifteen, Ginny. How can you say you love him?”*



*“I just do! You’d be the same if you were me. I really do love him Hermione. I’d do anything
in the entire world to be with him and for him to love me,” she sighed. Hermione gaped slightly at
the younger girl.*



*“Do...you...like him Hermione?” she asked fearfully.*



*“Like him? Of course not! I mean I love him as a best friend but not as a boyfriend Ginny!
Honestly, what made you think that?” she laughed. Ginny eyed her suspiciously.*



*“Okay then. Maybe he’ll like me this year,” Ginny smiled and walked downstairs to eat lunch.
Hermione remained in that spot, thinking.*



*‘Or did Hermione like him?’ Hermione shook her head and followed Ginny downstairs, forgetting
about her thoughts.*




“Is it so crazy now?” Hermione asked herself as she turned over in bed. She knew that Harry was
just a room away from her. But they were just best friends...



Weren’t they?




The next morning, Hermione woke up to the shower running and the smell of syrup and pancakes.
She wasn’t in much of a hurry to get up, but she got dressed in clothes and quickly did her morning
routine.



Her mind still wandered to last night when she had tripped over the box of love potions Ginny
had bought from Fred and George’s joke shop. But Fred and George would have told Mrs. Weasley if
Ginny had bought that much. Or maybe she didn’t buy them at all.



It was only 9:50 in the morning when Hermione had glanced at the clock. She wasn’t very hungry
so she just went back into Ginny’s room to get packed and off to Hogwarts they go.




Harry took a gulp of his orange juice and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Ron had woken
him up when it was eight o’clock. He fancied a last game of Quidditch before they went back to
Hogwarts.



Hogwarts. His once be home. Now it didn’t seem like home anymore. He’d be going back to a place
that would feel bare and lonely. But he still had Hermione and Ron. And they were pretty much what
he needed.



His mind was concentrated on other things. Like Ginny and Hermione. He had never had any
feelings for Ginny until last year. They had hit him full blast when he had seen her snogging with
Dean. He never felt that way when he saw her with Michael Corner. Maybe if he and Ginny knew each
other more, he’d understand why he’d fancied her.



Hermione. She was acting dodgy lately. As well as when they were in Hogwarts last year. She
seemed out of place. She had forgotten all about S.P.E.W. The one thing she’d been determined to do
since fourth year. But why would she suddenly drop it and not care?



His thoughts were interrupted when a knock came at the door.



“Come in.”It was Ginny.



“Hello Harry.” she smiled, sitting down next to his bed. He had an odd feeling in the pit of his
stomach again.



“Hey Ginny. What brings you by?” he asked. She bit her lip as if she wanted to stall or didn’t
know what to say. He kept staring at her and watched her expression.



“Are you all right Harry? You seemed sick at breakfast. I was wondering if you were catching
something,” she said softly, feeling his forehead. Harry felt his face heat up from the touch of
her hand on his face. He grabbed her hand.



“I’m fine Ginny. I just feel queasy,” he lied, not noticing their hands were still interlocked.
She smiled inwardly.



“Harry, I really want to ask you again, if You-Know-Who was around, would you have broken it off
with me?” Ginny asked. He stared at her and knew that she wasn’t going to stop until she knew. It
reminded him of Hermione.



“Honestly, Ginny? No. I don’t think I would have broken it off with you. I only did it because I
didn’t want Voldemort to use you against me. I care a lot about you and the Weasleys,” he answered
sadly.



“Oh Harry..so there is still hope. Do you think...we could just try one more time? I mean...as a
couple? I just have a feeling that we’re supposed to be together. Just give it another try, please
Harry?” she pleaded, staring at him. Her brown eyes...So familiar, yet he couldn’t put his tongue
on it.



“Okay. But if I feel we can’t be together, then we have to break it off, okay?” he asked. She
smiled happily and nodded.



Harry smiled, leaned in and kissed her softly. Ginny smiled back, thinking her plan had been a
success yet again. The potion had worked.



“Oh that’s disgusting. I thought you two were broken up already,” Ron gagged as he entered the
room. Harry and Ginny broke apart. She stood up and left, a smile adorning her face.



“Well I guess we aren’t. Your sister is more wonderful than you think,” Harry chuckled, leaning
back and closing his eyes. Only thoughts of Ginny floated through his head to help past the
time.




“Oh hurry dears! We’re going to be late! It’s almost eleven o’clock! Hurry Ron, just run
straight at the wall,” Mrs. Weasley rushed him, Mr. Weasley behind her.



“I know, Mum. I’ve done this before,” Ron sighed before running straight and passing through the
barrier. His parents followed behind and made sure every one got on the train.



“Have a good time! Remember! Study Ronald! This is your last year! And do try not to get into
too much trouble!” Mrs. Weasley waved as the train sped off.



Ron took a breath before following Harry and Hermione into a compartment. “Ay, don’t you two
have to be at a meeting?” Ron asked. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and looked back at
him.



“Well Ron, you and Ginny are still Prefects so we’ll have a meeting in this compartment,”
Hermione reasoned, walking in and pushing her trunk into the overhead cabinet. Ron nodded and sat
down next to Hermione as Harry sat on the other side.



Shortly, Ginny walked in and pushed her trunk in the overhead and sat next to Harry. She took
out four bottles of Butterbeer. “I thought you could all use some. George and Fred managed to get
some,” she said, giving one to each of them.



Hermione watched as Harry drank some down and noticed it turning pink for a second and then back
again. Was it just her imagination?



“Thanks Ginny. It’s been a while since we had some...,” Harry grinned, putting his arm around
his girlfriend. Ginny giggled and leaned into him.



Next to Hermione, Ron gagged at the disgust of his sister and best friend cuddling.



“You two are just down right gross. Can’t you do that somewhere else?” Ron asked, exasperated.
Hermione silently agreed.



“Oh shut up Ron. No one was complaining when you were lip locked with Lavender. Right Won-Won?”
Ginny argued. Ron blushed madly and quieted down immediately.



“It’s awful how they’re not going to have many students as they used to,” Hermione said, reading
her book. Everyone looked at her.



“Why’s that?” Harry asked, confused.



“I highly doubt their parents will want them to come back. Especially since you know what
happened. I didn’t even see Neville or Luna yet. And when we get on the train, we usually do,”
Hermione explained casually.




“Do you reckon Slughorn’s still there?” Ron asked. Ginny sighed.



“He probably is. And if he is, he’s the first one to survive more than a year since we’ve come,”
Hermione answered.




As they walked into the Great Hall, they found out that Hermione was right. There were only ten
students from each house. Professor McGonagall was seated at the Professors table with only
Professor Slughorn and Hagrid.



“Due to the complaints of parents and lack of students, we will be sending the rest of the
students home. Sadly, Hogwarts will be closed. Until the War is over, there will be no Hogwarts,”
she said sadly.



Instantly, the students were chattering quickly.



“Why would they have us come here if we were just going to go back?” Ginny asked.



“We have contacted your parents and they will be picking you up at the station. So please exit
and will safely guide you back,” Slughorn said happily, walking down and taking them with her.



Harry, Hermione, and Ron stayed.



“Harry? Why aren’t you moving? This means you can come back to the Burrow!” Ginny realized
happily. He turned to her. “Ginny, I’m staying. Please understand. I have to do this and I don’t
want you hurt. So go back to the Burrow where you’re safe,” he replied, kissing her softly.



“But Harry! You could die. I don’t know what I’d do without you? And what about Ron and
Hermione? Are they staying with you?” Ginny asked, glancing at the two.



“Yes. I can’t force them and they’re my best friends,” Harry explained, hugging her.



“Oh Harry...I’ll miss you so much...,” she whispered, kissing him with all the love in her.
Hermione watched sadly, knowing it was only a potion that played with his feelings. A light came on
in her head. She had taken a bottle from Ginny’s stash and hid it, hopefully, Ginny would tell him
the truth before she did.



Ginny turned to leave them behind and Harry stared after her. He’d miss her terribly but it was
for the best. He turned to his best friends and nodded.



“Well, what are we waiting for?” Ron asked, starting to walk up to Professor McGonagall. Harry
and Hermione followed quietly.



She looked up. “Yes? Why aren’t you three with the rest of the students?” she asked.



“We’ve decided to stay and help. And we know we can help Professor,” Harry replied.



“No. I will not allow three students to put themselves in danger,” she said sternly.



“We’ve put ourselves in danger for the past six years. Professor, you know that this would have
come eventually since Voldemort killed Harry’s parents. We can’t wait any longer. Professor
Dumbledore would have known that we wanted to stay. We won’t let his death be in vain. And you
don’t want it either. We’ll show you that we can do this Professor, if you let us try,” Hermione
said determined. Professor McGonagall smiled slightly at this.



“You three have grown up and you may stay. I’m sure that the Order of the Phoenix would gladly
help as well. But you cannot stay in the Gryffindor tower. We must move to another place. So please
get some rest. I’m sure you three are quite exhausted. Please follow me,” Professor McGonagall
smiled, getting up and leading them out of the hall.



Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at each other before following quietly.



They found themselves in front of the statue to Dumbledore’s office.



“Treacle Tart,” the Professor said. The statue came to life and slide open. They followed her
into inside and she opened a wall that lead into a hall. She opened a door to reveal a huge room
that resembled the Gryffindor Common Room. A roaring fire, red velvet furniture all over with
Gryffindot banners on the walls. There were three doors that Hermione had figured were their
rooms.



“The only people who know about this place is myself, Professor Dumbledore, and now you three.
We’ve kept this hidden in case anything would happen. So please, make yourselves at home and pick
your rooms. The password to open the wall is phoenix tears. Goodnight,” Professor McGonagall
explained, and with that, left to her own quarters.



“Erm, well, I think it’s best if we can....comfy with our new rooms,” Ron said awkwardly walking
into the room on the far left.



Harry and Hermione did the same, Harry on the far right and Hermione in the middle.



As he walked in, it almost looked like the Gryffindor dormitories, but with only one bed. The
walls were adorned with red and a Gryffindor seal was on the wall. There was a window, but he
imagined Professor Dumbledore had placed a charm among them so no one could see them on the
outside. His school trunk was at the end of his bed and a desk lay at the far corner.



He sighed and changed into pajamas, not bothering to shower. He missed Ginny too much and walked
out into the Common Room, plopping on the sofa. A few moments later Hermione walked out in her
pajamas as well. Ron on the other hand, ran from a staircase that was next the fireplace.



“Bloody hell, the upstairs is packed with food! It’s like a magic place! I think I’m in heaven,”
Ron said eating a corn beef sandwich and sitting next to Harry.



Harry could hear Hermione making disgusted noises. “Honestly Ron, can you think of nothing but
food at this time?” she asked.



“No. We didn’t get the feast that we always get!” he complained. Hermione shushed him and looked
at Harry.



“You don’t look so good, what’s wrong Harry?” she asked softly.



“I don’t know. The fact that this isn’t home anymore. That Ginny isn’t here. The basic fact that
Dumbledore is dead,” Harry admitted wearily. Hermione and Ron started to look depressed as well.
But Hermione was still confused.



“The thing is, why would Professor Dumbledore trust Snape. I know he sees the good in everyone,
but did Snape really seem that trusting. He never stopped being a Death Eater. I don’t think could
be that deceiving,” Hermione explained thoughtfully.



“Don’t say that name. I’ve hated it since first year,” Ron said, finishing off his sandwich.
Harry sat there, looking into the flames.



“I’m going to bed,” Hermione announced, getting up and heading to her room. She closed the door
and opened her trunk to pull out a bottle. She hoped Harry would see through Ginny soon.



*A/N:* *Wasn’t that a pretty chapter! I’m really sorry I haven’t been updating! I’ve been
really busy making music videos for H/Hr...Currently making one for Draco/Harry under the song of
Shut Up by Simple Plan...Now I’m babbling! Okay, so please review!!*