BELONG TO NOWHERE
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Chapter 9: Boundaries
Half of January had passed and Harry was still trying to deal with Dean and Hermione's relationship. Okay, he hadn't actually seen the two of them together- together in a romantic sense, you know! - But he had caught a resourced smile here, a slight laugh there…which shouldn't be happening between the two of them! It was his job to make Hermione smile and laugh like that damnit!
That didn't mean that he didn't want Hermione to have a relationship. Of course not! She had every right to be happy, but with Dean? How on Earth could Dean make her happy? He wasn't so special! Sure, he could draw, but other than that, what else? He hadn't made the Quidditch team in his First Year (being the youngest seeker in a century!) He didn't fight a basilisk and live to tell the tale or encounter Voldemort numerous times and lived to fight him again another day. Dean didn't...well, he didn't bloody-well save Hermione back in their First Year like he did. Ron helped, but still. He was the one that made Ron go! Where was Dean during this time? Probably screaming like a little girl, and trying to hide the fact that he wet his pants! Surely Hermione could find someone better than Dean!
After all, because of this 'oh-so-wonderful' Dean, Hermione was distant from them. What sort of boyfriend made his girlfriend lose contact with her best friends, the ones that saved her life from the troll?!?! She was so distant...they barely talked anymore. If he knew that she was happy, he wouldn't mind. Truly, he wouldn't mind in the least. However, he could see she wasn't happy. Her eyes had a mix of sadness and…concern.
He had asked her if she was okay.
"I'm fine, Harry,"' she had said.
Harry decided to ask Ginny if she knew anything. After all, Ginny was Hermione's best female friend!
"Oh, Harry, Hermione is just, er, afraid," Ginny said with a small smile.
"Afraid? Afraid of what? Did something happen? Please, I need to know!" he asked in a hurry, his heart beating very fast at just the thought of Hermione being in danger. Dean didn't have the power to save her, and it was his job to ensure her safety, not Dean's. Harry forced the thought of Dean out of his mind so he could concentrate on Hermione's danger.
"Oh, no! It's nothing like that. It's something a little more personal. I'm not really sure, Harry, so I can't tell you anything. You know I hate gossip…"
Harry rolled his eyes but asked anyway, "It is something about her and Dean ? I mean, did they break up?" He asked hopefully, trying to keep the giddiness out of his voice.
"Oh, no! They are stronger than ever! The problem is…er…it seems that she is late," Ginny ended in an ominous whisper.
"Late? What do you mean late?" Harry was confused and disappointed that they were 'as strong as ever.' If they were so bloody strong, then why wasn't she happy?
Ginny looked at him in disbelief.
"Harry-"Ginny was about to explain Harry the meaning of "late" when she saw Hermione and Anthony Goldstein walking towards them. "Oh, I am such a horrible person!"
"W-What are talking about, Ginny?"
"I am a horrible friend! Talking about Hermione!" she cried, trying to get Harry's undivided attention.
"Oh! No, Ginny you aren't a horrible friend! You are great! I'm sure Hermione thinks you're the best." Harry said feeling slightly annoyed at her drama. What the hell did "late" mean?
"You think so?" she asked with teary eyes and hugged him. Feeling a little awkward, he patted her head softly, wishing she would stop.
The hug was interrupted by a loud 'hem hem'. '...was interrupted by a loud...'
"No snogging in the corridors!" said a smiling Anthony Goldstein. Hermione was silence, while looking at her feet.
"We aren't-"Harry started, not wanting anyone to think they were back together again, especially Hermione, when Ginny cut him off.
"We promise! Now, let's go, Harry!" and she quickly grabbed Harry's hand and they left.
"Merlin, Ginny! Why did you do that? I mean I didn't even get to talk to Hermione-" He wormed his hand out of hers, unconscientiously wiping his hand on his pants. How dare she just snatch him away like that? He was trying to talk to his best friend!
"Oh, Harry! You have so much to learn! She is not prepared to talk to you yet!"
"Huh? But-but...why?" He asked, forgetting his anger.
"Because of her relationship with Dean, silly! She needs some time…alone."
"If-if you say so," he said hesitantly, sadness overcoming him.
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Hermione didn't know why seeing Harry and Ginny together hurt so much. Why did her heart beat so fast? Why was her chest suddenly so heavy?
She wanted to cry and she didn't even know why.
"Hermione?" she heard Anthony's voice.
"Huh? What did you say?"
"I asked if you want me to go to headquarters."
"Oh, no, thanks Anthony. I think I'll go take a walk around the lake," she replied, wanting to clear her mind and be alone.
"But it's almost dark!"
"I know," she said, fighting the urge of cry.
"If you say so. See you then."
"See you, Anthony."
Anthony Goldstein was about to leave when he turned around and said with a serious voice, "He isn't worth it, Hermione."
"I don't understand-"
"I am a Ravenclaw, you know…" he said, and walked away.
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Anthony Goldstein was about to enter the Head Students dorms when he saw Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived was alone.
"Hello, Harry."
"Hello, Anthony," Harry greeted and continued to walk his way to Gryffindor common room. Luna wanted to talk to Ginny about something, so, at that moment he was alone. And he was grateful for that.
Harry was about two meters away from Anthony when he heard the Head Boy calling his name.
"Harry! I need to talk to you!"
"Oh, Anthony, don't get me wrong, but I am really-"
"It's about Hermione."
That caught Harry's attention.
"What about her? Is she alright? Did something happen?" Harry asked.
"Calm down, man! No, nothing happened. Well, I don't know. You see, I think she's crying…"
"Crying? Why? Where?"
"She mentioned the lake…" Anthony didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence. Harry had already taken off.
The Ravenclaw boy smiled to himself. He had never liked Ginny Weasley.
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Almost ten minutes had passed since Harry began looking for Hermione when finally, he found her sitting on the grass, her back against a large tree- their tree- her hands on her face, her shoulders shaking…
The sight of Hermione crying made Harry wanted to cry himself. He walked towards her and sat by her side.
"Mione, sweetie, what happened?" he asked, stroking her soft hair lightly.
"H-Harry? I-It's nothing," she said, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.
Harry took her hand and caressed it.
"Hermione, I know there's something wrong," he said in a very softy voice, his gaze never letting his eyes leave hers. "I am your best friend. If you aren't happy, I am not happy either."
She smiled sadly. "I miss them, Harry."
Harry didn't say anything. There was nothing to be said. He simply took her in his strong arms and hugged her. He hugged her with all the love he had. A love he didn't even know he had. All the love he wanted to give her.
"Thank you, Harry," she whispered in a trembling voice after he let go of her.
Harry didn't say a word. His hand began tracing her face, making her close her eyes and shiver.
"Hermione-" he said, the back of his knuckles grazing lightly over the soft pad of her chin, his face leaned toward hers…He closed his eyes, he could feel her breath, their lips barely touching…
"'Arry! 'Ermione!" they heard Hagrid shouting and quickly retreated from each other.
"What are two doing here? It's already dark! Go, go to the castle! Dinner is going to be served any minute!"
Harry and Hermione ran towards the castle without saying a word.
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As expected, since the second 'almost' kiss between Harry and Hermione, the two of them were barely speaking to each other.
Hermione was feeling a horrible friend.
"Merlin, "she thought," he is Ginny's boyfriend! I can't- no, I have to stay away for him! I think I'm still weak because of my parents' death. He belongs to Ginny."
Harry on the other hand…
"Are you stupid or what, Potter?" he had said to himself, "she is with Dean! Dean! You can't try to kiss Hermione everytime you see her! Now she is afraid! She might think you are some kind of pervert!"
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January 31
Ministry of Magic
Department of Mysteries, Room of the veil
A little before midnight
Hermione and Tonks had had everything in their correct place and were merely waiting for midnight to begin the ritual.
It hadn't been so easy for Hermione to be there.
Tonks had told Hermione to meet her in Hogsmeade at 10 pm. Right. Easy...er, more or less …of course, Hermione knew how to get to Hogsmeade without being seen. After all, how many times had she, Ron, and Harry used one of the marauders' secret passages? The problem was…she needed a cloak. An invisibility cloak, to be exact. Tonks had said it would be good to have one when they were in the ministry.
The young Head Girl knew she couldn't ask that of Harry. Sure, he would lend her the cloak but he would ask what for and argh! So, she came to a plan B: ask Ron to borrow the cloak. Er, without Harry knowing, of course!
"No way, Hermione!" Ron said, "I will not steal Harry's cloak!"
"It's not stealing, Ron! It's borrowing…"
"So, why don't you ask him?"
So, now she was there in the Ministry…without an invisibility cloak.
It was almost midnight, she looked at Tonks who smiled and nodded.
The two of them were sitting on the floor. In front of them were the 'ingredients' for the ritual: the drawing, and a crystal goblet full of a red liquid.
Hermione took a last look at the book and then placing it on the floor, between Tonks and herself.
"It's midnight, Tonks."
"Go on, I 'm ready."
First, Hermione took a sip of the potion and placed the goblet back on the floor. Then, she took a small knife from her robes, making a cut on her right hand and giving the knife to Tonks, who did the same. The two women brought their hands to the drawing, letting their blood drip on it.
"The power of Blue Phoenix. The power of the phoenixes. The power of death and life. The birth and rebirth. I ask for a rebirth. I ask for an innocent man. I ask not in my name," Hermione said in a strong voice that Tonks had never heard before. "I, Hermione Jane Granger, give my friendly blood for Sírius Black, in name of Harry James Potter."
"I, Nymphadora Black Tonks, give my family blood for Sírius Black, in the name of Remus John Lupin."
Suddenly the blue phoenix that Dean had drawn began to stir, as if it was a magical picture. Hermione and Tonks looked on in amazement.
"Viverus! Viverus! Viverus!" Hermione shouted and then, as if by some kind of miracle, well, magic, the phoenix drawing created life and the blue phoenix left the parchment and began to fly around Hermione and Tonks' heads.
The blue phoenix was now a real blue phoenix!
The bird flew a little around the room and then disappeared behind the veil.
"Wow!" Tonks was saying when the blue phoenix returned. It came back carrying Sírius Black!
The bird placed the sleeping Sírius on the floor.
Quickly, Hermione took the potion and poured it in Sirius' mouth. As the potion began to mix with his blood, Sírius started to stir.
"W-What? H-Hermione?" he asked huskily, in utter confusion.
"Oh, yes! Oh, Sírius! You're back! You're back!" she cried. Eyes full of tears; she threw her arms around his neck and crushed his fragile body to her chest in earnest. It had been so long!
Sírius looked at her in confusion and finally asked, "You brought me back? But…how?"
"Oh, it wasn't only me…Tonks- Tonks?" just then Hermione realized how quiet Tonks had been. She looked at the young auror and saw that Tonks had her eyes on the book, which was in her hands.
"Tonks? Are not going to hug your favorite cousin?" Sirius teased.
Tonks' head snapped up from the book, stood, and came towards him. The book fell to the floor. Hermione picked up the book and began to read the page Tonks had been reading.
"Oh, Sirius!" she said, hugging him.
Sirius was about to say something when they heard a loud noise.
Hermione had just fainted.
"Hermione!" they cried together.
"Tonks, do you know what's wrong?" Sírius asked, while he tried to wake Hermione.
Without saying a word, Tonks gave him the book. She showed him a specific page. A page that just a while ago was blank.
And Sírius read, "… and the friendly blood will be forever-bonded to the re-birthed one."
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AN: That's it. Sirius is back! What do you think?
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