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Harry, Hermione, Ron and Serenity are all 19, two years fresh out of Hogwarts. Li is 25.

Harry is older than Hermione by a month and a half (July 31 and September 19), his birthday is now before hers. I know that in the books Hermione is older, but I'm changing it. Everyone else is the same age as they would normally be.

Harry and Hermione were married on September 28.

Also, Hermione (in this story) is not a muggleborn witch. I know that is a big part of the Hermione we all know, but she had to be the Princess of Ravenclaw somehow, so she has become the daughter of a Pureblood and a Muggle; a Half-Blood.

Harry, though, is considered a Pureblood, because he is the son of a Pureblood and a Muggle born Witch. Since both his parents are actually magical, his mother's heritage is not considered.

Now on with the story...

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Chapter Fifteen : What to do? Gryffindor takes action.

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(December 21)

"Hermione, are you sure? I mean, if you aren't ready, if you need more time...then..." but Hermione stopped him. She placed her fingers upon his lips to quiet him as she smiled softly.

"Harry, shut up." Her statement caught him off guard, but he quickly smirked as he pulled her into him again. His hands roamed her body freely as hers found their way up his tunic. He continued to massage her body with his hands as he monopolized her mouth. After what seemed like forever, Harry broke apart from her. Hermione pouted, and he laughed. She asked him why he had stopped and he only smirked.

"What, you miss me already?" he played. She reddened as she arched her back, her chest against his chest, indicating that she wanted more. He smirked as he licked her lips. "As you wish." he whispered barely. She couldn't stop her blush, and she couldn't stop her body either. It worked on its own, though she wasn't objecting. Harry then touched her side and she whimpered when he kissed just above the spot where her pulse resided. "Hermione....." He waited for her reply, but all he received were soft pants. "Hermione....."

"Yes...?" she gasped. He smirked as he began to kiss his way down her chest, above the fabric of her dress. He lifted his head back to her ear and whispered,

"I love you."

With that said, he reached his hand behind her back, and pulled gently on the soft satin ribbon that strapped her dress. And he was now about to show her exactly how much he loved her.

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The sun's warm rays gently filtered through the Royal bed chamber of the Prince of Gryffindor and his wife. The scarlet-golden rays lit up the room, basking the room in a welcoming warmth.

The sound of the morning bell rang soundly as the Gryffindorian Prince roused from his peaceful sleep. His eyes blinked a few times to adjust to the light before he yawned contentedly. He shifted his weight softly under the silken sheets as he stretched out his legs and back. A smile never left his lips as he tightened his hold on the sleeping beauty in his arms. Her hair was sprawled softly behind her, and under him, as it tickled his chest softly when she moved. He groaned when he couldn't see her face as her back was pressed to his chest tightly. He was, however, content with the feel of her soft flesh against his. Her warmth sent tingles down his chest and lower abdomen, and butterflies danced freely within him.

Smiling, he snuggled in closer to her as he nuzzled her neck. Her skin was so soft, and he fought the urge to awaken her then and there, and take her as his once more.

At this, his smile grew, as he decided that later would be a better time. Once more, he gripped her close. He couldn't seem to bring her close enough to him, and he constantly pulled her near. He, again, nuzzled her neck and inhaled the soft scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Her scent made his blood flood down to his lower half as he rubbed her stomach adoringly.

As he laid there, his head fuzzy with sleep once more, he thought back on all of the times she had brought smiles to his features. She was an amazing person, he was honored to confess. She had the softest heart, and the largest smile. Sure she would get in her know-it-all moods, but he found that more and more attractive the more he got to know her.

He didn't understand the feelings he would feel every time he was around her. It used to confuse him, but he always felt so calmed when around her. He felt as if he had been beside her his entire life. She made him feel different than ever before. It wasn't something he could explain, it was just there, and his love for her sprung up on him suddenly, but the more he thought about it, the more he would realize that he always loved her. She had taken him from the start, and Harry began to find himself starting to forget of the dark beauty he once chased after. Hermione brought him ease, comfort, and laughter. He felt he could tell her anything, and that any secret or confession would be safe with her. He was in love with her, and it made his heart soar when he knew she wanted him too. He loved her.

Content with the thoughts in his head, Harry slowly closed his eyes as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. He slowly began to drift back to sleep as he felt his wife shift gently against his body.

Hermione was the first to stir a few hours later as birds twittered happily outside their large windows. She softly moaned, in a tired voice, and opened her chocolate orbs to the room. For a moment, she just laid there, staring unfocusedly at the beautiful wash basin and cream pitcher that sat atop an antique end table upon the opposite wall. Her mind was still foggy from her latest dream, which was wonderful in her opinion, and her mind was heavy with sleep. She went to stretch her legs and chest when a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. She winced as suddenly her sleepy memory awoke with images of the night before. A large blush painted her cheeks as a smile made its way upon her lips. She couldn't help but smile at what her memory was replaying for her, as soft butterflies awoke within her abdomen.

She then slid her hands down beneath the soft silk sheet that covered her form and met a large, warm, arm blocking her path. Again she smiled, her face glowing, as she ran her hands up and down his muscular arm. The arm pulled her close to the body behind her, and memories of the first night they had spent together flooded her already working mind. She found his fingers plastered against her bare stomach, and she made to intertwine her fingers with his. She giggled softly as he sighed in his sleep, and she turned herself slightly at the waist so that she could reach his upper arm with her lips. She placed soft, feather-like kisses upon his strong arms as she gingerly began to turn her body to face him.

When she had finally gotten her heavily wrapped body to face her husband, she smiled as he pulled her closer yet again. Sighing happily, she snuggled into him, her arms around his waist, and a soft blush remained upon her cheeks as she felt his unclothed body press against hers. 'Oh, honestly Hermione, he is your husband, and you've crossed the line with him!' yelled a voice in her head. 'Why are you still shy around him?' Hermione didn't know why she felt so shy before him now, but she did. She sighed and suppressed her childish feelings as her fingers softly traced themselves down his side, up his stomach, and to his healing chest.

The wound was healed from its cuts and gashes, but the bruises from broken ribs and damaged veins were just starting to fade, having turned a healthy greenish-yellow color. In the place of the bloody wound that looked so much like his father's, was a large reddish scar. It started from his breastbone and expanded out in a large circle of scar tissue. The club he had been hit with had done a great job at tearing right through his chest muscles.

Hermione traced her soft fingers down his chest, once more feeling the different textures of his soft unwounded flesh to his rubbery-soft flesh of his scar tissue. She felt his insides concave beneath her fingers as she came to the conclusion that she found a ticklish spot. She made a mental note to experiment with it later, but for now she was content in looking lovingly at the man before her, as she thought back to the first time she met him at their wedding.

As she sat there in thought, her fingers still gently caressing his chest, she shivered when she felt the soft nails of the hand that was sprawled across her back scratch against her back ticklilishly as it balled into a fist, only to open again, gently tickling her. She smiled and looked up at the face of the Prince before her and saw green emeralds staring back at her.

"Morning," she said lightly. She watched him smile as his fingers gently massaged the small of her back. She sighed contently and closed her eyes. She opened them again to feel his forehead press itself softly against hers as his nose touched hers as well.

"Morning." was all he whispered as he captured her lips. She didn't protest as he softly pushed her shoulder back, turning her onto her back as he went to hover above her. Her hands quickly found his hair as his hands massaged her sides again, as he gently tickled her with his nails. She would giggle into the kiss as he deepened it expertly.

They stayed that way for a few moments before Harry's hands found a stow-away piece of clothing resting beneath his wife. He gently tugged at it, and Hermione responded by arching her back fluidly. She heard him groan as her chest made contact with his. At first she feared she may have hurt him, due to his still sore wound, but quickly blushed in her incorrect conclusion as she felt his arousal press against her.

Harry quickly removed the article of clothing (his tunic) from beneath her and left it to lay upon the bed, forgotten. His hands found her hips and he gripped them tightly as she moaned.

Suddenly, as Harry prepared to love his wife, a blasted knock was heard at the door, followed closely by the soft voice of the servant calling his name. Harry groaned in annoyance as he broke away from the kiss he was so enjoying. Hermione giggled as he twisted his torso above her to look at the closed door. He softly dropped his hips to the mattress as he answered the servants call.

"Yes? What is it?" he yelled in aggravation. The servant began to open the door and Hermione 'eeped' and pulled the sheets above her as Harry's eyes widened. "Don't come in here!" he yelled as he balled up the discarded tunic and threw it at the servant. The servant quickly retreated and closed the door before him, all the while blushing like crazy.

"So sorry, Your Highness! So sorry!" he apologized repeatedly. Harry glowered as Hermione couldn't suppress her giggles.

"Yea, yea! What is it?" Harry said, his annoyance only intensifying at the stuttering of the servant.....he was interrupted from Hermione ...for this!

"Oh, yes, sorry Your Highness." Harry just growled in his throat as Hermione touched his chest to calm him. "Yes, umm, the King wishes to speak to you in his bed chambers, and he asks that you prepare yourself quickly." screamed the servant through the door. Harry was confused at this, and furrowed his brow.

"Prepare myself? For what?" he called back.

"Prepare yourself for the meeting this morning. The delegates from the Four Kingdoms are scheduled to be here at noon." replied the servant. "I believe your father wishes you to take his place at the meeting this afternoon." Harry nodded and thanked the servant. He listened to the servant as his footsteps were heard retreating from his door. Harry then turned his attention back to his young wife as he leaned upon his arm. He smiled as he pressed a protective hand upon her stomach, and leaned his body slightly over hers as he stared into her eyes.

Hermione smiled at him, comforted by his closeness. She raised her hand up to trace his muscles with her finger as she refused to break eye contact with the Prince.

"So," she started, "You have to leave?" she asked him softly.

"Yep," he replied as he smiled. Then he bent down, as his hand snaked around her waist, and he seized her lips. He made to continue out the acts he was planning on, before he was so rudely interuppted, but Hermione giggled as she pushed him away. Harry pouted at her actions as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Harry!" she scolded playfully. Harry continued to pout.

"Whadya do that for?" he demanded, sounding like a spoiled kid. Hermione had to giggle at his adorable face as she pushed on his chest, knocking him back onto his hips and side.

"Because," she emphasized, "you have to go speak to your father before attending that meeting at noon." Harry just continued to frown as he made to kiss her again.

"Harry!" she giggled. "Stop! You haven't got much time now, just look at the sun! Harry!" she said in what she hoped would sound like a stern voice. But unfortunately for her, the glint in her eyes gave her away. Harry's hand just traveled southward, and slightly grazed her inner thigh, and his nails grazed her flesh softly as his hand made its way back up to her stomach. Hermione shivered as she fought the urge to guide his hand else where. "Harry." she rasped.

He only smiled as he lowered his head to her. She was sure he was going to kiss her, before his lips turned toward her ear. He softly nibbled her earlobe before whispering softly in it.

"You like that, huh?" Hermione just panted softly as she tired to regain her composure. She didn't like loosing total control of her body, but at times, knowing Harry had the upper hand turned her on even more. And this was one of them. "Huh? Hermione, do you like that?" he asked her again as his hand went back to graze her inner thigh.

She gasped as her body stiffened. She could feel Harry smirk against her neck as he tortured her softy.

"Answer me, Mione." She tried to deny it, but her body wouldn't let her get away with it. Her small pants and her stiff body gave her away easily. "Hermione..."

"Yes." she confessed breathlessly. Harry's smirk widened as he gently tormented her. Finally, when Hermione was sure Harry was going to continue, he suddenly pulled his hand away, kissed her lips quickly, and stood from the bed. Hermione almost screamed in frustration as she sat up, watching him make his way to his wardrobe. A blush made its way across her nose as she was hit with a nice view of his backside. She placed her hand above her stomach as she tried to quell the rampant butterflies that tickled her endlessly. Her body ached for him, and she silently cursed him for leaving her like this. "Harry!"

Harry only smirked as he entered the bathroom. Ahh, he knew he was in for it later, but it would all work out in the end....

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After a nice shower and a good meal, the two made their way toward the King's chambers. They were announced, much to Harry's annoyance, and allowed in to see the wounded King. Harry frowned at his father's appearance. His face was still pale, and his eyes drooped in exhaustion. At the moment he was pressed into his many pillows as he was the night before as he ate his breakfast to the company of his mother.

Hermione smiled at them as she held on tighter to Harry's arm. Harry couldn't suppress the smile that came to him from feeling her there. In return he laced his fingers through hers as he quickly kissed her temple before his parents would notice. He then pulled her into the bed chamber of the King.

"Good Morning Father, Mother." he said, as he leaned over and kissed his mother's cheek. Lily smiled and stood up from her seat beside her husband as Harry made to sit. The King and Prince began their discussion as Lily then made her way to were Hermione stood not too far behind. About a second later, Serenity entered the chambers as well with Li at her side and her father right behind.

"My, my, Hermione! Don't you look ravishing this morning!" complimented Serenity in a soft voice. Hermione blushed deeply, at the same moment noticing Serenity's lack of energy. Hermione mumbled a small thanks as Serenity continued to smile widely, Queen Lily's smile not much smaller. "You're positively glowing!"

Hermione couldn't contain her blush. Her cheeks burned with a fire she thought would incinerate her body! Serenity smiled knowingly, and leaned into Li, tiredly, as she sent the Queen a wink.

Sirius made his way over to his best friend and Godson as Remus Lupin entered the chambers from a door that hid itself behind a large tapestry and a wall-like door. He carried scrolls, dials, and other mechanical devices in his arms and small pouch at his side as he, too, made his way to the King.

"James, we are ready, the delegates will be Apparating shortly." James nodded and turned back to his son.

"Ok, Harry. Are you sure you are ok with this? I put my complete faith in you, my son. I know you are now ready to take control of this Kingdom." Harry nodded, and couldn't put into words how he felt at that moment. The honor of his father placing his complete trust in him was more than he could comprehend.

Again Harry nodded, and after discussing a few more issues that needed to be addressed at the meeting, Harry stood up and bent over to place a kiss upon his father's forehead. He then turned to leave, Sirius and Remus by his side. He walked up to Hermione, who stood with his mother and Serenity, and smiled. He offered his arm to Hermione, who took it graciously, and he and the others made there way to the Conference Halls.

When they had arrived, every delegate had arrived also, and were waiting patiently for the Prince to present himself. Hermione could feel Harry's nervousness wash over him and she held him closer. She touched his chest and took his attention.

"You are going to do great in there! Remember, you are in charge, you are your father's heir, and you are the future King of Gryffindor. You are ready to do this, I know you are!" Hermione told him softly. Harry smiled and inhaled deeply, not once breaking eye contact with the Princess.

"Presenting, His Royal Highness, The Crowned Prince Harry, of Gryffindor," said the announcer at the double doors to the Conference Hall. He banged his large, heavy staff upon the marble floors as he announced their presence. At this Harry stepped forward with Hermione upon his arm. " and presenting Her Royal Highness, The Crowned Princess Hermione, of Gryffindor."

It felt awkward at first to be presented as a Princess of Gryffindor, but Hermione felt pleased at her title. She would become the Queen of Gryffindor-Ravenclaw beside Harry one day. Just thinking of her being beside Harry made her feel a certain warmth in the pit of her stomach. She listened as the others behind her were announced as Harry pulled her in to the Hall.

As Harry entered the Conference room, with Hermione upon his arm, he turned and ceremoniously greeted the top officials in the room. As he finished, he pulled Hermione's seat out for her to sit as Li did the same for Serenity, followed by Remus for the Queen. When the women were seated, the other men took there seats as they all prepared for a tedious and strenuous afternoon.

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"Listen, Rorick! If we leave the western lands unprotected then-" yelled a portly man in his 50's to the delegate before him.

"We've heard all of this before, Hansburg!" retorted another man, seemingly in his mid 40's, as he made to quell the argument between the men named Hansburg and Rorick. "Right now, we need to focus on who is attacking us, before we venture into where! Am I right, Your Highness?" he asked as he turned to Harry. Harry, who had been watching the men's verbal battle with a working mind, turned to the man who had addressed him.

"Yes, Lancey. I agree." he said as he reworked the arguments in his head. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy tresses.

"But Your Highness, we know who the attackers are they-"

"Hansburg. Thank you, but at the moment, I don't wish to discuss defenses. Not until everybody here knows exactly who it is we are defending from." said Harry in a superior tone. Hermione looked over at him and smiled softly. Serenity, who was now standing not too far from the Prince's chair, closed her eyes for a moment and smiled in pride. Harry would make a fine King! "Now, what do we know of these attackers? What evidence has been left behind? I want to know their form of attacks, their dress, their choice of words... all of it. Tell me everything you know of these men."

The next few hours went on like this. A lot of valuable information was given within this time and everybody now felt they had a good amount of information concerning the assailants. Nobody doubted for a moment that these men, and perhaps women, were Death Eaters! Followers in the footsteps of Voldemort, the late King of Slytherin.

Now under the direction of their new King, Lucius Malfoy, they were wreaking havoc on the remaining three Kingdoms, destroying what ever they could, whoever they could. The were ruthless, powerful monsters, who shot Unforgivable Curses in every direction, aiming and killing any and all wizards that opposed their beliefs.

Harry now juggled this information as he contemplated what he should do. So far, they knew that these Death Eaters were genocidal, wanting to purify the wizarding race of all muggleborn. He found it hypocritical, though intriguing, that Half-breeds weren't included in this. He was glad though, for if they had, his wife would be subject to their torture. But what did worry him, was that his mother was a muggle-born!

They also knew that these Death Eaters were targeting the stronger cities first, attacking trading routes, merchant carriages, and market squares. They attacked areas that were heavily populated, and close to borders. Their attacks were almost as if they were all teasers. They didn't kill all, but would mortally wound many, and purposely leave them and torture the rest just for the fun of it. Torture was their game, and they loved it!

Never did they cringe when they called out a killing curse, on the contrary, they would laugh and applaud. They would pull their black hoods down further upon their heads then cackle insanely.

They dressed in all black cloaks, and wandered in the shadows. Never did they group into many, but somehow they always found each other when they were ready to strike and kill. This disgusted Harry to no end. These were disgusting monsters, and they deserved to pay, royally, for what they were doing to these people..... to his father!

Harry sat back, a troubling dark look on his face, as he stared into the cracking fire across the long table at which he sat at the head. Hermione had just finished settling a heated dispute brought on again by Hansburg and Rorick, when she noticed Harry's mood. The hairs on the back of her neck almost stood on end at the intense look on his face, and she knew what he was thinking... revenge.

She reached out and took a gentle hold of his hand. He didn't look up from his intense gaze at the fire, but is fingers did wrap around hers lovingly, as if he was thanking her for being there beside him. She ran her thumb over the top of his hand, reassuringly. Serenity saw this and smiled. She then decided to bring up another subject so that it might bring Harry out of his thoughts.

"Gentlemen, now that all the info concerning the physicality of these attackers is known, perhaps it would be good to to move on. I was looking over the different attack points, and I was shocked to discover-" she started, but was then cut off by the angry voice of Hansburg.

"With all do respect, Your Highness, but I don't really understand why it is that you attend these meetings! You are an Elven Princess, yet I don't see the assistance of said Elves at all. Please, Milady, tell us why is it you see it is your duty to attend, when you clearly bring us no aid!" Serenity was quite taken aback at this comment, she felt a pang of hurt as she was deeply insulted. Be it so that she was, indeed, pained by his accusation, she decided not to show it. However, Sirius, Harry and Li thought otherwise.

Sirius immediately rose to his feet in blinded anger, and Remus hissed at him to keep his head. Meanwhile, Serenity was holding on to Li's arm, as he growled at the pudgy man before him, in obvious rage. Hansburg was obviously intimidated immediately by the threatening daggers that seemed to shoot his way from all three men. Harry's blood boiled as he thought back on how his best friend had saved his hide more than once, and had just now risked her very life to save his father's! 'How Dare he!'

"What?!!" yelled Sirius. "Emil, how dare you say that to my daughter! I swear, I would rip your tongue straight from your mouth if-"

"Daddy!" yelled Serenity. Harry could see the hidden tears behind her eyes, and the pained expression made Harry secretly root Sirius on with his threat. But Serenity, on the other hand, seemed quite calm. She took a few deep breaths before she turned to look at the man who had accused her wrongly.

"I am sorry you feel that way, Sir Hansburg, but I have to tell you that you are quite mistaken!" Hansburg looked at with an eyebrow raised, and a funny expression on his face. Serenity's voice was calm and even, and it had a strange firmness, an edge, to it. Harry knew she wasn't going to let him get away with insulting her that easily. "Now, for starters, it would be best to not speak on matters you know not of! Your ignorance will only make you look like a fool. Also, concerning the Elves, I have no control over that issue. The Elves refuse on their own accord, though I am working quite hard to resolve that matter!" she told the man. Her eyes burned with a fire, and Harry admired her. Hermione, too, saw the fire burning in her eyes, and was amazed at how calm she could be, yet how moving at the same moment.

Hermione had to smile at Li, who's unyielding attention to his Princess never strayed. At the moment, his eyes were glued to her face, as a look of amazement flashed through his eyes. Unfortunately, this look vanished quickly, but Hermione had seen it, and it made her feel at ease.

"Now normally, I do not allow comments such as yours to affect me, but when you accuse me of not bringing any aid to the Kingdom, which I have tried so hard to assist at any time, I cannot sit back and allow you to continue. Here is where your ignorance shows itself. You might not be aware that currently, I have many Elves waiting to arrive here at this very moment to help with the speedy reconstruction of the Castle, nor do you know of the assistance I provided in capturing the Death Eaters a few weeks back. So, if you would be so kind, Sir Hansburg, just keep your attention focused on fussing over your city's border problems, other than that, do now sit here and accuse me of not aiding my Kingdom. You do forget, I too am a witch, and I too consider myself a Gryffindorian."

Hermione couldn't help but smile at Serenity's little speech. It appeared that Sirius, Remus, Queen Lily and Li were also pleased at how Serenity chose to retaliate. Hermione smiled again when she noticed the smug smirk upon Li's face as Serenity leaned back into him for support. She had decided to stand, though Hermione knew not why, and Serenity was starting to look slightly weak. When Hermione turned to look at Harry, she noticed that he was the only one not smiling. He was furious.

"Hansburg, might I remind you," he started coolly, "that had it not been for Princess Serenity last night, my father, your King, would be dead. Keep that in mind, all of you, the next time you decide to criticize her." The room was quiet, and nobody moved as to not upset their Prince further, while Hansburg's face had gone a stark white. Serenity looked to Harry with a certain softness in her eyes, and a growing smile upon her lips. She then chose that moment to clear her throat.

"Well, now that that is over and done with, as I was saying earlier, after I had looked over the different attack points, I was quite shocked to discover that each and every attack point held a significance in Voldemort's reign 20 years ago. The first attack, which happened on the trade route where the three roads meet, was the very spot the first attack had started all those years ago. Now if you look at these points here, you'll remember the significance behind them as well." she said. She then walked over to the extremely large tapestry/map that hung behind Harry's chair at the head of the table. Everyone's heads turned as they followed Serenity. Harry, too, turned his chair slightly as he watched her pull her wand out from her dress folds.

As she reached the tapestry, she waved her hand and suddenly dozens of red dots filled the map. "Each dot indicates an attack in the past few months." she started smoothly. She pointed at the map with her wand at one dot in particular. "Here is where the Head Auror MacAurthor and his wife were murdered along with half the Order. This is also a significant spot here, where the Dark Mark made its first appearance. And here..." Serenity went on to distinguish each and ever attack point until her wand made its way to Gryffindor Castle. Harry's stomach gave a lurch as his scar began to sting.

This shocked Harry as his scar had never hurt in the past. He rubbed his scar in confusion and noticed Hermione place her fingers upon her temple. She rubbed her temples softly as she continued to watch Serenity with interest.

"And here, Gentlemen, is where Voldemort-" started Serenity while pointing to the Gryffindor Castle.

"...attacked Harry." finished Hermione. Serenity, as well as the others, looked to the Princess. Serenity smiled solemnly and nodded. Sirius and Remus looked over at Queen Lily, who had a somber expression seated upon her features. They knew what she was thinking, how she had almost her son Harry's life as well as her own and James. They knew she still felt the pain from the Cruciatus Curse, and still suffered from nightmares concerning that night. They watched as tears lined bottom of her emerald eyes, as her breathing began to quicken.

"Yes, precisely, that was the biggest blow the Light Side had dealt the Dark Side; the Death of their great leader, Voldemort." A shudder went throughout the room, but Serenity shrugged it off in an annoyed sigh. "I believe their recent attack on the Castle itself was a way of saying that they were planning on hitting Gryffindor good. This means War to them, and it is not something to be taken lightly. So do not take these attacks lightly. I have a feeling that there is going to be a big battle coming soon."

"But, Your Highness," started Rorick, "The only real threat to us, was not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's legion of mongrels, but was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself! Now that he is dead, this time the war should be simple to overcome!" he stated. Everyone was in agreement, and Serenity looked at them incredulously, along with Queen Lily, Remus, Harry, Hermione, Sirius and Li.

"But you are wrong." came Serenity's reply. The other men looked at her. "He is not dead. Far from it, he is very much alive, and he is gaining his strength. That is why, we must hit him, and hit him hard!"

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It was later on that night, and Harry had returned to his father's chambers to inform him of the day's many discussions while Hermione sat within their room, running the day's many conversations over in her head. 'Voldemort was still alive! I knew this, but... that means...Harry...' she thought sadly. She was worried about him. She knew the battle that he was inevitably going to be apart of. Voldemort wanted to exact his revenge, upon Gryffindor... but more so....upon the Potters!

Wringing her skirt, Hermione stared deep into the fire before her, as it cracked and popped with heat. She was scared. Very scared. She didn't want to loose her family; her husband. Tears welled in her eyes, and a constricting pain shot through her heart and stomach. A knot formed in her throat and she could feel the blood coursing through her entire body. Her body throbbed and she felt sick. 'If I loose Harry... I don't now what I'll do! If I loose him... Suddenly she stood up, as she shook her head of these thoughts, tears now running freely down her cheeks as her throat ached. 'Come on Hermione! Don't think like this! Everything will be fine, Harry isn't going to go anywhere! The Light side will defeat this threat!' Hermione sighed as she turned to the balcony. She needed air.

As she gently walked through the soft white curtains, she sighed heavily. The chill wind felt cool upon her tear-stained face. The smell of the ocean filled her senses, even though it was some miles away, she could still smell the crispness of the salty waters. It was a little after sunset, and the velvety purple sky blanketed the world. The stars, heaven's candles, flickered mischievously as they twinkled down upon the world below them. Hermione stared up into the sky as her tears subsided, and her breathing returned to normal.

She just stood there, for how long .. she didn't know, but she enjoyed the stillness of the night. It calmed her, and brought peace to her mind, if only for a moment. It made her nerves relax, and her mind calm it self. Staring at the stars, feeling the wind, and smelling the fresh air always calmed her. In Ravenclaw, she used to sit along the ocean's shore, and listen as the waves crashed upon the wet sand. She would even go and stand, and await the icy waters to glide atop her feet. It was what calmed her, quieted her.

She now had the stars to keep her company, as she allowed the last of her tears to fall, before stopping. She went over to lean against the cold stone of the balcony railing as she stared down upon the inner courtyard of the Castle From this angle, she could see the part of the destroyed Eastern Wing. Her thoughts then drifted back to what Serenity had said earlier, concerning the large number of Elves that were waiting to come to Gryffindor's aid in rebuilding the Castle. She smiled as Serenity was right. It was but two hours ago that the faction of Elves had arrived, ready and willing to aid in the reconstruction of their Princess's beloved uncle. Hermione was thrilled, and took pleasure in seeing the expression upon the delegates' faces as they watched the Elves arrive in a multitude. They had started almost immediately, and the Wing was starting to look even more grand than it had ever looked before.

Hermione enjoyed these Elves. They were extremely courteous, and held a sort of old-world charm about them. They were humorous, and graceful, and their skill and swiftness in their work surprised everybody. They were beautiful creatures, with glowing skin and gem-like eyes, they seemed to have an inner light to them. Their smiles were genuine and warm and their demeanor was calm and mysterious. Very alluring these creatures were, with their charm and mystery, and Hermione enjoyed watching them.

As Hermione stood there, her thoughts bent upon the captivating race, the swish of steel slicing through air caught her attention. As she turned her attention to the roofless training hall, she was surprised to see a figure, shrouded in shadow and candlelight, battle an imaginary foe as it cut the air before them. It wasn't until Hermione saw the long trailing ponytail of hair did she recognize the figure to be Serenity. Hermione watched as the Elven Princess continued to slice the air before her in awe. Her movements were graceful and delicately poised as her hair danced behind her in it's low ribbon. She moved swiftly, as if the weight of the large sword in her hand were weightless. Her movements were fast as light, with fluid swishes of the metal weapon, and her feet barely touched the floor as she danced with her sword. Hermione's sight was slightly limited due to the height of the balcony and the ground-level training hall, but what Hermione could see of the Princess was nothing short of amazing. She especially liked what she could see of her dress. Her dress was what Hermione guessed to be Elven training attire, since she had never seen it before.

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Serenity's attire was a dark sleeveless silk top with a low diamond cut neckline and intricate embroidered designs that hugged her body. At the waist, a deep burgundy sash repeatedly wrapped tightly around her, holding the top in. The top continued down as it split at the sides, and two large panels of fabric came down from under the burgundy sash, one covering the front of her legs, the other covering the back. It almost looked like a dress, with a sash around her waist, with her slits going all the way up to her waist. At the bottom of the panels the same embroidered pattern swirled at the corner. They were of burgundy cherry blossoms, the same pattern that designed the top. Beneath the panels of cloth, she wore a pair of dark baggy pants, with dark slippers.

She stood in the middle of the training hall, a thin layer of sweat glistening in the starlight as she continued to swipe her sword against her invisible foe. She twirled and jabbed, her reflexes amazing. Her hair trailed behind her as a thick trail of auburn. The sword caught the light of the moon hanging above, as an other-worldly glow was cast upon it. It was almost as if it was taking in the glow of the moon, literally. Its glow was of a pure light, bright and warm, as it shone with brilliance.

Serenity continued her dance with her sword as she twirled gracefully. With each swipe of her deadly weapon, a melancholy song sang throughout the hall. It would travel through the night air, as its song filled the night sky. Serenity focused on her companion's song as she continued to whirl to its melody.

A shadowed figure watched her with pure amazement. He watched as her eyes filled with determination as she trained herself, pushing her to be her best; her fastest, her strongest! Her eyes burned with a fire that enticed him. He longed for her as she danced, the flaps of fabric hanging from her twirling around her body, making her seem enchanting! Her slippers tapped softly against the wooden floors as she continued on.

He knew she couldn't sense him, because her sole attention was drawn into her sword. And he smiled. Good.

As Serenity spun to her right, she was shocked when the blade of her sword sang as it clanged against another blade. At first she was shocked, and she froze, her eyes wide as she stared into the cloaked figure before her. He stood tall before her, his right arm and sword extended high, as it blocked the oncoming attack of the Princess. She could sense him smirk and watched as he pulled his hood back with his left. Serenity smirked as she realized exactly who it was; Li.

In a swift, smooth, movement, Li was able to lower her extended arm that held the sword, asking her eyes a simple question. She smiled and laughed as she excepted his challenge. Within seconds, she retaliated causing him to step back, though not off guard. He had expected it.

The two continued to spar, gently showing the other the power of their attacks. Serenity was quite the swordswoman as she easily blocked and maneuvered around him. Their spar was more like a teasing game. Not really aiming to win, the two merely enjoyed this, and considered it a form of flirtation.

It was until suddenly, Li began to add a bit more force into his attacks, and Serenity began to strike back, with equal force. The entire time during their little spar, their eyes never left the other. Meaningful glances were shot at each other, and looks of longing, desire, adoration, and love were all mingled in with each glance.

Finally, with a single blow, Li knocked Serenity's sword out of her hand. She was shocked at first, but then smirked. Soft, loose tendrils framed her face as her eyes sparkled.

'Merlin, she's beautiful.' he thought as he stared at her. She smiled softly as she made her way towards him. She swayed her hips, until she made to stand right before him. Staring at him lovingly, she peered deeply into his amber eyes. Her eyes held so much emotion, that it made Li's blood race. He gently felt her hand touch his right hand, as she ran her nails against his knuckles. She then grabbed his hand, though not once breaking eye contact with the man before her. As she did this, she slowly leaned into him, her eyes searching his as she began to lean upward towards him.

It wasn't until a second after did he realize her true intentions. With in seconds, Serenity had yanked Li's sword from his hand, and tossed it across the hall, then she suddenly dropped herself to the floor as she made to swipe his feet from under her. Li, however, reacted just in time to leap backwards in time to miss her sweeping leg. Serenity smirked as she leapt to her feet.

"You really are the strongest Guardian of our time!" she commented. It was Li's turn to smirk as he cocked his head to the side.

"Only to protect you, Your Highness." With that he lunged forward, arm extended, as Serenity leapt back. This began their next round of sparring, shorn of weapons, as their only means of attack were their arms, legs, and speed. As they fought, Serenity smirked, as she knew Li would never strike her. She knew he purposely missed her by mere inches as he threw punches and kicks at her. She, too, refused to hit him, thought she knew he would withstand it.

Finally Serenity decided to aim for her sword, as she was now tired playing. In one fluid movement, Serenity was able to leap towards her sword as she landed gracefully beside it. Li too aimed for his sword. Once in his hand, he ran to her and she ran to him. They both met in the middle of the hall, as the hall resonated with the clang of the two swords meeting. A few good blows were dealt, and suddenly, Serenity found herself for a second with her back to Li, and his back to hers. Instantly, the two both turned to their rights, and their swords met once again in a loud melody of union. Once again, the sound of the metal reverberated along the walls, and left a soft echo lifting into the night.

The two sparring partners, both stood there, their swords still held together, their bodies in the same position as they were when they stopped, each one breathing hard and raggedly. Serenity was the first to move as a trace of a very small smile began to spread across her lips, her eyes intense and locked directly onto Li's.

His eyes were mesmerizing, and he was mesmerized by hers as well. His eyes called to her, and she knew what he was yearning for. He stood there panting, as he watched her lips begin to spread with a smile, it was then that he lost his control. As quick as lightning, Li dropped his sword to the floor as Serenity did the same, before the two met in the middle, meeting with an intense kiss.

Li had cupped the back of her neck and wrapped his hands around her waist as he pulled her to him. He needed her, to hold her , to touch her. He had missed her so bad, and his lips yearned to touch hers. The kiss in the hospital wing was the first kiss he was able to give her since he didn't know when.

Serenity was in heaven as her lips met his. It had been so long since their last kiss before the one in the hospital wing, and since then, Serenity couldn't seem to get him out of her mind. Concentrating on anything other than him was proving to be difficult.

The two stood there, in an ancient old embrace as they expressed their love for each other. Serenity only wished her world could except their love, for she needed him beside her. He meant everything to her, and with him he gave her strength and a new found power she never knew she could tap. She needed him, it was that simple. She wasn't half the Elven witch she could be without him.

Li deepened the kiss as he pulled her flush against him. He smiled into the kiss as he felt her hands bury themselves in his hair. She felt like heaven in his arms. He wanted her so bad, to be his for ever. He knew then that he would die fighting for her. His heart would never, and could never, be given to anyone else, he would always belong to the Elven Princess, and he would fight for his right to love her, no matter what the consequences were. He had made his resolve a long time ago. He would die battling for her.

Finally, as a cool breeze swept between the embracing couple, the need for air panged their chests. Li reluctantly pulled away, but refused to let her go far, as he still held her flush against him, his head pressed against hers, his eyes burning with a passion that made her stomach flip. She loved that look in his eyes, and it always made her body react to him in the same way.

As he held her, both their minds refused to work, not wanting to break the soft and sensual aura that had wrapped around them. They both knew a moment like this, and a chance like this wouldn't arise again. With the Elves here, their embraces were limited, for they weren't excepted by her people. Serenity looked up at Li, as tingles went down her spine, and she wanted to never break apart from him.

"I love you." she whispered softly. She didn't expect Li to respond, she just felt the need to express herself. She felt his grip on her tighten as he leaned into her more.

"And I love you." he whispered just as soft. Serenity's eyes widened as a large smile graced her lips. Her stomach did repeated flips, and her cheeks flushed. She then cupped the back of his neck, and pulled him in to her once more. Li smiled and could only oblige. He didn't care at the moment at who could be watching, or who may catch them, he'd deal with that later, but for now... all he wanted was to be with Serenity.

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Hermione watched from her high balcony, a smile upon her lips, as she cheered her friends on. She knew their dilemma, and only hoped that it would soon be resolved, for both their sakes.

Hermione then pushed herself off of the balcony railing softly as she reverted her attention back to the night sky. It was then that Hermione heard the door to their room creak open, as the hinges moved. A loud click of the door closing was heard, followed by the heavy footsteps of a tired Prince. Hermione smiled, but remained upon the balcony. She knew he'd come for her.

Harry undid his heavy cloak from upon is shoulders, and let it drop to the floor with a loud clank! He then proceeded to remove some of his more formal robes, and he unbuttoned his sleeves and half of his shirt, the rest of his formal robes upon the ground in a heap of flashy medallions and such. He stood in his undershirt, half unbuttoned, and his pants - the rest of his attire long forgotten. He made his way to the fire and smiled. 'Where is Hermione?' Then he turned to the billowing white curtains of the balcony entrance. Another smile met him as he walked over to see his wife.

He was right, she was upon the balcony, staring up at the stars, and Harry couldn't remember ever seeing a more beautiful sight. Her skin shone with the light of the moon, as it accented her soft skin. Her hair shined with a glow that was purely Hermione, and her eyes sparkled. Harry then made to move behind her. He smiled again as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist as she immediately relaxed into him, giggling.

"You were waiting for me, I see." he said in a low, sultry, voice. This made Hermione tingle as she closed her eyes to Harry's breath upon her neck. He gave her a few soft kisses upon her neck as she leaned her back into him further. Harry then turned his attention down, and saw the embracing couple in the Training Hall. He smiled and turned his attention back to his young wife. "Miss me?"

Hermione giggled as she turned her head to look up at him. Harry immediately captured her lips with his as his hands fingered the soft fabric that encased the Princess before him. Hermione smiled and reached a hand up to touch his cheek. They remained that way for a while, before parting a while later for air. They continued to stand there, as they both stared at the night sky, lost in their own thoughts, before Harry tugged on Hermione, pulling her into the room once more. He led her to the sofa that before the fireplace, and pulled her into his lap as he sat down. She giggled, before starting to run her hand through his hair as he stared into the dancing embers before him.

Hermione watched him, and she knew, he was working through a few difficult issues over in his mind. He squeezed tightly upon her waist and leaned into her touch as he battled for a way to tell her what he was now expected to do. He didn't want to worry her, but this was war, and he had to protect her, and his Kingdom.

He sighed and pulled away from her as he looked up at her, his eyes serious. Hermione remained quiet, but questioned him with her own eyes.

"Hermione," he started as he touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. "I'm afraid .... um..." he stopped. He didn't know how to tell her. Hermione just touched his cheek, and kissed his lips softly for reassurance.

"It's ok, Harry. What is it?" Harry sighed and nodded.

"After I reported the events of the day to father, we came to an equal decision that it would be best to release a band of Aurors out to seize one of the suspected hide-outs of the Death Eaters." he started. Hermione nodded, a questioning look still fogged her eyes as she watched his uneasiness.

"That is good, Harry. Why do you seem so nervous?" she asked.

"Because, you see," he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair as he turned to stare into the fire. "I have been appointed as the Head of the band of Aurors." At this, Hermione gasped as a hand went to her mouth.

"No." she whispered. Harry quickly turned his attention from the fire before him to look into his wife's eyes. He could see the fear and worry that was building up inside of her, and it hurt him. He cupped her face and wrapped his arm around her waist protectively.

"It's going to be alright, Hermione. I promise, everything is going to be fine." he tried to console her, but he could already see tears threaten to fall. She nodded softly as she searched his eyes. She didn't want him to go, but she knew he had to. Slowly, she lowered her head to rest upon his shoulder and she clung to him. He rubbed her back as he rocked her. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Why?"

"I'm sorry I have to leave you. I don't want you to worry." he told her. Hermione smiled and hugged him close.

"Don't be sorry. This is your duty as the Prince of Gryffindor! I couldn't be more proud of you!" she told him softly. He smiled and felt at ease at her comment. He hugged her close and kissed her head as he continued to rock her. "So, when are you to leave?"

"I'm not sure yet, we have some Auror training we need to do to prepare the men, and we still have to confirm the location of the hide-out. It may be a month or so, but we'll be really busy during that time. I'm afraid I wont be able to spend much time with you." he said sadly. Hermione smiled and rubbed his chest softly.

"That is ok... I'm sure we'll find time for each other. But what of your wound? It still hurts you... are you gonna fight without fully healing?" she asked worriedly.

"I have no choice. If it refuses to heal quickly, I'll be forced to fight with it. But don't worry Hermione, I'll be alright." he told her. She nodded against him, praying for his safety. Then she decided she didn't want to think about it anymore. She smiled, and grabbed a fistful of his tunic as she leaned back, capturing his lips as she brought him down upon the sofa with her. Harry smiled as he allowed her to pull him down. Like she said, they would have to find time for each other.....and now would be perfect!

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Ok, that is it for now....

Lol, it was funny... earlier when I was working on the first part of the chapter, my lil brother comes into my room and exclaims........."Oh my god, I know who Harry gets married to!!" At first I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, then he elaborates............"He gets married to Hermione!!" I started to laugh, poor kid. I told him he was wrong and he refused to listen saying that he had seen it!! He watched them kiss, followed by a gross look, lol. I laughed and asked him what it was he saw and he said that it was the trailer to GoF. lool. Then I proceeded to tell him that Harry was only kissed by Hermione, but falls in love with Ginny in the books. Right away he gave this lil scowl and made a gross face. "EWWW!! Ginny? Yuck!" he exclaimed. "I like him better with Hermione!" I just laughed, and thought it was cute. .............. I just thought I'd share that lil bit with you guys... :P!!!

Well hope ya enjoyed! I will be plucking the next one out soon! Hehe...

Urstruly,

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