Moments From the Past

DISCLAIMER- JKR OWNS HP.

Author's Note: Is down below!

Chapter One: Oh the Questions, Sheila

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The people that came before all of us now left us clues, hints, anything from the past. Those people left us history to find and reveal to the whole entire world what it truly means and what it truly meant to them. But in this case, this type of history isn't like any other kind of history you hear everyday … unless if you're a witch or wizard that is. The magical world has few books on this certain account that is about to be re-happening all over again. Of course, only a certain someone knows very well how it all began and now is about to let every single person know in the magical world how it all it started.

This whole journey that's about to start takes place none other than London itself. Nearly midnight almost as the hands of the Big Ben move slowly towards the twelve. Nothing is rustling through the streets or down hidden alleyways, but a young man, late-twenties, was wide awake in his hotel suite that he booked the other day. His green, piercing eyes were looking outside of the window where a street lamp was lit still. He sighed heavily and his mind went racing through thoughts he hadn't thought of in so long.

Pictures of his dearest friends raced in his mind. That smirk on his redheaded friend made him full of jokes and smart remarks and those beautiful chocolate, brown eyes that glimmered when his other dearest friend had succeeded in her studies. Oh how he wished he could just look through them one more time.

“That was ten years ago, Harry. Ten long years ago,” he muttered to himself.

The war had been fought back then when Voldemort was still up in power. Harry was grateful that it was now all over, but not seeing anyone at all after that broke his heart. Kingsley had no right to shun him away from everything he loved.

“It's for the good of the people, Potter.”

He could just hear those words being said in his mind and it made him frustrated. How was it supposed to be good for the people? He wasn't at a high risk anymore to society or anyone else!

“To hell with the Ministry,” Harry muttered, releasing a heavy sigh again and turned over in his bed.

Harry closed his eyes and got comfortable beneath the sheets when all of a sudden, the phone rang quite loudly and this made him sit straight up in bed. Slowly he looked over at the phone and wished he didn't put the extra 10 pounds for the wake-up call he wanted in the mornings. But it was hardly the morning yet, so … who was calling?

Harry picked up the phone and brought up to his ear to hear who the mysterious caller was.

“Hello?”

“Is this Suite 340?” the voice on the other end asked.

Harry turned on the lamp that was on the nightstand and looked at the keycard he had for the room.

“Yes, this is Suite 340. May I ask who's calling at this time?”

“I'm sorry to disturb you, but someone apparently wants to see you.”

His face possessed a confused expression. Who wanted him now at midnight?

“Can you first answer my question? May I ask who's calling me at midnight?”

“I'm sorry for not answering, but I'm the hotel manager.”

“And what brings you to call my suite at this time?”

“There's a person down here wondering if you could come down for a moment.”

“Do you have any identification who this person is exactly?”

“All I can say is that it's a woman wanting to see you.”

Harry looked over at the clock that was now reading 12:04 AM. He sighed quietly and picked up his glasses from the nightstand. He might as well get this over with and see what the problem was.

“Whoever it is, tell them to give me a few minutes to get down there.”

From there, Harry placed the phone down on the receiver and he swung his legs over the bed. He made his way towards a chair where he had the clothes he had on a few hours ago. He slipped into his pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and over that he put his suit jacket to make him look like he seemed a bit sophisticated. He tied on his shoes and quickly made his way out of the suite with his keycard and his wand just in case.

Back down in the lobby, a woman stood near the desk talking to the manager that had just called Suite 340. She had on a work suit with matching heels to go along. She looked like she meant business and from just seeing her talking with the manager, it meant business, but not the Muggle type.

“So he's coming down then?” she asked once again.

The manager sighed heavily and gave her a dirty look from behind the desk.

“Yes,” he said forcefully, “He's coming. “

The manager felt like kicking her out of his hotel now that she was being a nuisance. She had been asking the same question for nearly 5 minutes now, ever since the manager had placed the phone down.

“May I ask you something?”

The woman tapped her fingers impatiently on top of the front desk as she waited for the man he called to come down. The sudden question he asked made her look over at him.

“Where are you from exactly? Company wise, I mean.”

“That's none of your business to know.”

The manager was slightly taken aback from her comment. Something is up, he thought.

Harry finally made his way down the hallway where the lower rooms were located and opened up a door, making him step into the main lobby. He looked over at the desk as he saw the manager and the person who apparently needed him at this time. He walked over there casually and smiled when he reached the desk.

“May I help you?” the manager asked.

“You called me up in Suite 340 because I needed to see someone at this particular time.”

“Oh yes, yes, right. This woman over here has wanted to see you now for a bit,” he said and gave her a look that had the word annoyed all over it.

The woman who was standing there slightly smiled over at the figure standing before her. Quickly the smiled disappeared as the man looked over at her. Thankfully she was disguised and no one could tell who she was. It was part of the whole plan that the headquarters wanted her to do.

“Please follow me,” she said and Harry looked over at the manager and then began to follow her.

Both of them exited out of the hotel rather quickly. The woman grasped his arm and pulled him over on the side.

“Listen to me closely, Harry,” she whispered and stared straight up into his green eyes that were wondering what was happening.

“How do you know my name?” he asked suspiciously.

“Trust me, I'll explain everything later. I'm sorry this is on such short notice, but you were supposed to receive a letter yesterday that I was supposed to be coming for you tonight.”

“You were supposed to come and get me?”

She simply nodded and still held onto his arm, hoping he wouldn't run away from her.

“For what reason? I don't even know who you are.”

The woman gently released the grip she had on his arm and stepped away from him a little. Harry looked at her as she did this and stepped a little towards her again.

“Who are you?” he asked gently.

She looked away from his face and crossed her arms across her chest, feeling defeated.

“I can't say yet who I am,” she said softly and Harry stepped even closer to her then before.

“Well it would be a lot of help to know who's kidnapping me,” he whispered and the woman turned around with a small frown upon her face.

Dark blue eyes were staring into green.

“As I said before, I'll explain everything later.”

The woman took a hold of his arm again and both of them started walking towards a car parked across the street from the hotel.

“You have to listen to me from now till we get to the headquarters where I'm about to take you. Something's happened and the people who work with me knew that if we had you alongside everything would be much easier to solve.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked confused as he opened the passenger seat door and slipped inside, closing the door behind him.

The woman turned on the car and turned quickly into the street.

“Do you remember Voldemort?”

“Obviously,” he said still looking at her as she drove. “But what's he got to do with this? He's dead.”

“He is dead, we know that, but have you ever heard of some sort of legend about him?”

Harry pondered if there was anything. Through his journey to defeat him, he only left a series of locks to destroy. His memory though wasn't that great anymore. After being away from the subject of Voldemort, it felt like he lost half the information he knew about him.

“I don't know about a legend, but - “

The woman slammed on the breaks and both of them almost flew towards the front of the car.

“Dammit, move!”

Harry looked at the car in front of them and noticed how there was a whole line of traffic in front of it.

Do people really go out this late for a drive?

“Sorry about that,” she said, apologizing. “What were you saying again?”

“I said I don't know for sure if I heard of a legend behind his story. All I know was that there was a prophecy involved.”

“Has anyone ever told you that that prophecy holds another meaning? A meaning that can unlock the darkest of magic just to have answers to history?”

“What?” Harry said completely confused. “What are you ranting about?”

The woman sighed heavily and honked the horn as the cars weren't moving at all in front of them.

“Have you ever heard of `Dark Pro of Merry'?”

“'Dark Pro of Merry',” Harry repeated to himself quietly and just stared into space.

The woman looked over at him to see any sort of reaction, but nothing seemed to hit him.

“So you don't know it?”

Harry ran a hand through his messed up hair and looked out the window trying to think who in the world had said those words before.

“Someone said those words before … a long time ago actually.”

“Do you remember who?”

The figure of a witch flowed through his mind. She was underneath his cloak with him walking through the Restricted Section up in the library at Hogwarts. He closed his eyes and saw when she opened up the book. Mistakenly she had crossed over those words.

“Yes,” Harry said softly and looked over at the woman.

The woman smiled slightly and quickly looked over at Harry as she began to drive again at a decent speed.

“Why are you smiling?”

The woman shook her head and stopped at a red light. She looked over at him and patted his shoulder gently.

“Because I think you may know that specific someone whom we're about to go actually.”

“But I didn't even tell you the name of who it was.”

The woman started the car up again and turned a corner sharply. “Oh trust me, I think I do know.”

Harry was taken aback by this. Whatever he was getting into involved loads of magic history it seemed like. If only he could remember that night up in the school library what those words meant. He sighed and just stared out of the car window as the many shops passed by.

“If you think you know everything then tell me who you think it is that I'm thinking about. Go on, I'd love to hear your crazy answer.”

She looked over at him and smirked.

“Like I'm going to tell you who you're thinking about.”

“It's a 50/50 chance, you know. Besides, I'm being kidnapped by someone I don't even know at all, and that's you, and second of all, I'm being taken somewhere that I don't even know of. I think I should have a right to ask questions.”

She sighed heavily and turned another corner, bringing the car onto the side of the street to park.

“What if I show you?”

“Show me the person?”

She nodded and got out of the car, taking her keys.

“Though I doubt she'll be in till tomorrow morning. Another agent is getting her.”

Harry closed the passenger door and he looked at her with almost a horror struck face. She knew exactly who he was mentioning. It freaked him out a little seeing as she knew this.

Maybe it's what her people told her or something. Yeah, that has to be it.

“Come on, Harry,” she said as she stepped into a store, holding the door open for him.

Harry quickly caught up with her and stepped inside the store himself.

“Are you sure this is alriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii - “

Harry was now completely falling in mid-air. He tried to grab his wand to see where the hell he was. He remembered placing it inside his coat pocket before he left and checked there to find it wasn't there anymore.

He heard the faint sound of the woman's voice beneath him and a few others. A huge burst of light illuminated from below and he shielded his eyes. He landed with a thud on a rubber mattress and a few bounces after that.

His figure looked all messed up from the fall. His hair was even crazier then before. As he sat up, he tried not to squint too much from how bright the lights were. He put a hand over his eyes and looked around seeing a majority of people in white suits walking around and going to other types of technologies they had.

“You alright, Mr. Potter?”

The lights all of a sudden had dimmed down and he now could see the place better.

A man was hovering over him, middle aged definitely. Spectacles at the tip of his nose and big, gray eyes looking at him.

Harry simply nodded and the man laughed a little.

“Hopefully you can talk can't you?”

“Of course I can talk.”

Harry had a helping hand from the man and was now standing up. He brushed the few particles that he had caught from the fall and the man took his hand and shook it thoroughly.

“It's a pleasure meeting you. I'm Professor Benny Lourdes.”

“Nice meeting you too, Professor,” he said politely with a tiny smile.

“Sheila, where are you?” Benny called out and looked around.

“She did come with you, didn't she?” he asked towards Harry.

“The woman who kidnapped me?”

“Here I am, Professor.”

The woman, Sheila her name was, appeared in a different form altogether. She didn't have her blue eyes anymore or dark hair, but gray eyes and brown hair.

“I'm hoping she introduced herself.”

Sheila shook her head and Benny shrugged with a sigh. “Well at least did you get the chip installed in the hotel you got him from?”

She nodded and handed him over a tiny radio signal.

“Right at the main desk.”

“Oh that's wonderful, darling.”

Benny looked over at Harry smiling and then started walking away from him. Sheila grabbed onto Harry's arm and pulled him along as they followed him.

“Professor,” Harry began and this made Benny look over his shoulder, “Exactly what in the Merlin's name is going on?”

“Oh Harry, tomorrow will be a new day for questions. You'll thank me tomorrow when you'll see the headlines for the morning news. Sheila, bring him up to one of the rooms where he can sleep at least. Harry, we've got your things from your suite not too long ago after you left so you should find everything there.”

“But Professor - “

“Tomorrow morning,” Benny said again and waved goodbye as Sheila started to bring Harry up a flight of stairs.

“Use the keycard you have in your pocket to get into your room. It's straight down this hallway and it's the same room number.”

Harry looked down the many doors and then back over at her.

“Are you going to be explaining too about this whole thing that's happening? Because no one has answered anything yet to me!”

“You heard what he said, Harry. Plus you'll find tomorrow morning one to enjoy.”

Harry sighed heavily and took out the keycard from his pocket. He looked at Sheila and shook his head.

“You could've at least told me your name, you know.”

She smirked and patted his shoulder again. “How I was acting towards you was complete acting, except for the questions I had to ask you. It was actually all recorded in the car.”

Sheila held up a hand when she saw Harry open up his mouth to talk.

“Tomorrow morning.”

From there she left him standing and started going back downstairs. Harry watched her go and looked down the hall where many doors, yet one, awaited him to be opened.

“Alright, let's try to make this seem … not real,” he mumbled to himself as he began to walk down the hallway.

All his answers were to be awaited till tomorrow morning where a surprise was being held.

This story is actually one I will enjoy writing a lot. I got the plot from Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. It won't be completely like the book - at least I hope it won't be. I know this is just the first chapter of this story, but please do enjoy it. It's a mix of history, adventure, and along the way finding some love between our favorite characters. ;)

Please tell me what you think so far!

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DISCLAIMER - JKR OWNS HP.

Author's Note: Will from now on be at the end of the chapter.

Chapter Two: Normal Beginning

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Professor Benny Lourdes was in his office looking at the small waves from the tiny radio signal that Sheila gave to him last night. It was already morning and he was always the first one up in the laboratory, no matter what.

Carefully he picked up his coffee mug from his desk and sipped the black coffee that was filled inside. It warmed him up quite quickly and he sighed, being relaxed. He pushed his glasses up a bit to see the waves getting a little smaller.

“Oh no, no, no, no, don't do that,” he muttered towards the radio.

Benny pressed a few buttons to see if it would go back up, but to no luck nothing. He leaned back in his leather chair and looked over at the clock upon the wall.

6:30 AM.

John should be arriving at about any time now with the other one.

A faint knock was heard at the door and he looked over. The door opened slowly and Sheila stepped in closing the door slightly behind her.

“Do you know if Harry is up by any chance?”

Benny shook his head. “No, I don't think so. But you don't get up this early.”

“Well for once I did because this stupid git over here had to pound on my door telling me that he arrived and didn't know what to do with her.”

Benny stood up immediately and walked around his desk. He walked over to Sheila and opened up the door. John was standing outside gripping a young lady's arm.

“Can you please not break my arm off?”

“If you stop moving I won't, Granger.”

Benny showed a sweet smile upon his face. “I'm guessing this is her.”

John nodded and sighed heavily. “She's all yours. She's been driving me mad with questions.”

“Well it would be nice if you would've answered them,” Hermione shot back as John released her arm.

She held onto the spot where he held her arm and looked over at Sheila and the Professor.

“I'm Professor Benny Lourdes,” Benny said, extending his hand out with a grin upon his face.

Hermione reached over slowly and shook the man's hand.

“This is Sheila,” he said motioning over towards her, “She brought in a little friend of yours just last night.”

“By friend we mean, a special friend, a long-lost friend, a best friend, a -“

“I think she got the point,” he stated and Sheila nodded slightly.

“Who did you bring in?” Hermione asked, curiosity upon her face.

“You will see when he wakes up. I'm sure both of you will be glad to see each other since you haven't in awhile I'm guessing.”

Sheila smirked over at Benny and from there left to go and start doing her job.

“Come with me, Ms. Granger,” Benny said with another smile. “I will answer any sort of questions you possess.”

“Thank you,” she said and started walking with him around the laboratory.

“First of all, where am I?”

“My dear, you are in the White Lourdes Laboratory. Specifically a group of people who find things that have a meaning behind it that no one has solved. No one in this place speaks of where they work or shows anyone. If we do bring an outsider in here, like yourself, you can't speak about this to anyone.”

“Why not anyone? It just seems like a normal place for scientists like you.”

“But you don't understand what we investigate. We do things people wouldn't even imagine doing. We go from nuclear bombs to the undergrounds of the earth, or even worse, space itself,” he said laughing a little.

“Then why did you kidnap me and let your agents bring me here?”

Benny slowed down his walking and looked over at her. Her brown eyes were full of questions and they dreaded for answers. He could tell she was slightly scared being in a place like this.

“For one good reason,” he said softly. “Right now I can't tell you. I have to tell you and Harry both.”

“Harry's here?” Hermione said completely surprised.

Benny just smiled and continued on walking with her.

“He came just last night. Sheila brought him in and both of you are probably wondering why I picked you two for a situation like this. I know Harry has skills in Dark Magic and you have the skills of history and remembering things.”

“How do you know that?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“Broke into the archives,” he said simply and a tiny smile spread across his face.

Merlin, they will do anything to get their hands on something, Hermione thought.

“Though I have to say last night's kidnapping wasn't a pleasant one,” she said in a tone that sounded completely disgusted.

“What did John do?” Benny asked with concern and anger rising in him.

Hermione sighed heavily and closed her eyes, shaking her head.

“That agent of yours tied me up inside the car in the backseat because he thought I was dangerous. Next ridiculous thing he did was not answer my questions because I didn't guess the number right. Oh, and back where I was staying he apparently broke my window and snatched me up in a sack. If you call that smooth, Professor, I don't know what to tell you.”

“He … kidnapped you … in a sack?” Benny said slowly and had the most serious/angry face ever.

“I think you need to re-agent, Professor.”

Benny shook his head slightly and pushed his glasses up his nose, feeling them falling off already.

“Sometimes I wonder what he's up to. Nice man overall, but still.”

Benny waved at some of the people now starting to get back to work at the computers and what not. Hermione watched in amazement how they did all of us this and how this lab came to be. It was truly a remarkable thing, but being kidnapped in a sack wasn't something pleasant to enjoy.

A small beeper buzzed on Benny's side and he immediately picked it up, looking at it.

“Look at that,” he said and cleared the message, “Potter's up and down near the small cafeteria we have around here. Sheila just beeped me about that … just in case,” he said and smiled.

Hermione's heart raced a little. She was actually going to see Harry for nearly … who knows how many years it's been. She wondered how he looked like now from the last time she saw him. It was truly a great surprise, yet she was slightly scared how uncomfortable things might be between them.

“You know, Ms. Granger,” Benny said and this caught her attention, “I read in the archives how you and Harry were really good friends back in school.”

Hermione nodded and just had to smile. “Yeah, we … we were really close.”

“I'm guessing you want to go see him then?”

Hermione nodded and looked over at Benny. “More than anything,” she said softly and felt her eyes burning already.

Both of them stopped their walking and looked at each other.

“He's straight down this hallway,” Benny said motioning ahead of them. “He should be at least eating his breakfast. And if you do have any more questions, feel free to ask me.”

“Thank you, Professor,” she said softly and he smiled at her.

“It was nice talking to you, Hermione.”

From there, Benny walked away from her and started walking at his normal pace.

Hermione watched him as he walked away and quickly she darted down the hallway he motioned for her to go through. Clattering of plates and utensils were heard down further and she was now slightly jogging to get to the cafeteria entrance. Her feelings at the moment and how she felt just seeing Harry now made her feel like a child seeing their parents again.

She slowed down as she finally made it to the door.

Harry chewed upon a bagel he was eating. He had his orange juice on the side and some of the scientists were in there as well getting something to eat. Some of them said `Hello' to him and he wondered if everyone around here knew who he was.

Well if there part of the Wizarding World, then obviously they should know.

“There's the other one,” a nearby scientist said as she motioned over to the door. “John probably brought her in this morning.”

Harry looked over his shoulder to find the two of the scientists talking about who was at the entrance. He turned to look and nearly dropped the bagel in his hand. His chewing slowed down and his eyes grazed over the figure of the woman.

No way is that her.

Hermione looked around the cafeteria hopefully spotting Harry somewhere. She walked in and had to move aside as some others left.

“Sorry,” she said politely.

Harry wasn't even thinking right at this moment. Somehow he found himself standing and just looking at her still, hoping she would notice him.

That's when it happened.

Brown eyes met green eyes.

Hermione felt her heart pounding against her chest already. She was so amazed how he changed from the last time she saw him. His piercing green eyes were greener then before. His hair was still the same; glasses looked different from the frame, but that smile.

She drowned.

Harry moved away from the table and started walking over to her slowly. Hermione watched him coming towards her, but instead of waiting for him, she dashed and ran into his arms.

He was slightly taken off balance from the run she made to get to him, but … she was literally here. Here in his arms. He could already feel the tears soak into his shirt that he was wearing. He pulled her closer and rested his chin atop of her head.

“Oh Harry,” she whispered and sniffled, making more tears fall.

“I'm right here,” he whispered and rubbed her back to calm her down.

Both of them stayed like that till Hermione calmed down with her crying. As they stepped away from each other, Harry handed her his handkerchief he always had in his back pocket.

“Thanks,” she said and wiped her eyes gently with the cloth.

Hermione let out a shaky sigh and she was engulfed again into him. He had one arm around her shoulders that was pulling her into his side. She rested her head against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around him.

“I can't believe I'm seeing you,” she said and wiped her eyes again, still holding onto him.

“I can't believe we're both actually here,” Harry said along with a small chuckle.

Hermione looked up and a small smile spread across her face.

“I hope you haven't changed too much.”

Harry looked down at her and rubbed her arm gently up and down.

“What makes you think that?”

“I haven't seen you in awhile,” she said softly.

“I know,” he said and rested his forehead against hers. “I know.”

She sighed quietly and closed her eyes. Harry nudged her a little and this made her open up her eyes. He smiled into her face and she couldn't help but smile back at him.

Quickly Harry kissed the tip of her nose and Hermione scrunched it up.

“Harry, what was that for?” she said looking up at him.

“It was needed, you know,” he said smirking and just broke out grinning.

“What's that suppose to mean?”

Harry laughed at how curious she was now and he just looked down at her.

“I was just fooling around, Hermione. Can't an amazing friend do that?”

“So you declare yourself amazing now?” she asked playfully, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Oh most definitely. You honestly have no idea.”

Hermione smacked his arm lightly and smiled.

“You haven't changed,” she said softly up at him.

“Why would I change? I'm fine the way I am.”

“Personality wise, Harry.”

“Oh, right, right,” he said and looked over at this breakfast. “Join me?”

“No sorry, I have this other fine man to go to actually.”

“Oh really?” he said laughing a little. “Lucky bloke he is then. Gets you all by himself.”

“Jealous aren't we?”

Harry looked at Hermione and just sat down in his seat.

“Jealous? I say more like … oh I don't know … sickingly jealous.”

Hermione laughed and he took a bite out of his bagel.

“You know I'm kidding, Harry.”

He nodded and sipped some of his orange juice.

“Of course, because the only lucky, fine, young man that can have you is me. I should write Property of Potter somewhere on you,” he said and looked around her body from his seat.

“Harry!” Hermione said and smacked him playfully on the arm.

He smirked over at her and took another bite out of his bagel. “Cheers!”

The scientists who spotted Hermione at the entrance saw the whole thing happen between Harry and Hermione. One of the ladies in the group smirked and opened up her bag of chips she was holding.

“I bet they like each other.”

“The archives did say they were pretty close,” another one said.

“They could be just friends,” one of the guys said, joining in. “More like … brother and sister relationship?”

One of the girls rolled their eyes and popped a chip into their mouth, munching on it.

“Like that's a brother/sister relationship. Did you even see what happened?”

“Alright, alright, that's enough, you three,” Sheila said barging in into the conversation. “It's none of your business what they had in their lives. They're here to have the mission be a success.”

“A success to gain some sex,” one of the girls whispered over and both of them giggled.

“That's actually what happens if you think about it.”

“Like that one time with Victoria and Lawrence where they had a nice go in the Chemistry room,” she said nudging the other.

“But they worked here so that doesn't really count.”

“Worked is the key word in that sentence.”

“You don't think they would let them go if they did such a thing. I mean, look at them. They look pretty harmless and they haven't done anything wrong when they're together … right?”

“Why are you girls still judging them? Get back to work,” Sheila said towards them, still eavesdropping on their conversation.

“But we're still on break.”

“Not from how the clock tells me,” she said motioning over towards it. “Now get on with it, ladies.”

The ladies headed out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. Sheila looked over at Harry and Hermione and was surprised how quickly they had gotten along. The two were just sitting there talking about something.

“Hopefully I won't be in charge of keeping an eye on them on the mission,” she muttered. “Who knows what they're capable of doing behind the lab's back.”

Harry finished off his bagel and sat back in his sit, finishing up the orange juice.

“Did you have anything to eat yet?” he asked Hermione.

“No, not yet, but I'm not that hungry. They just brought me in this morning and I might probably get some sleep. The agent who got me last night snatched me up in a sack.”

Harry bit his lip and looked away slightly.

“That's interesting,” he said, trying not to laugh.

“Harry, that's not funny! It was completely uncomfortable.”

She smacked his arm lightly and he looked over at her with a smile across his face.

“I'm sorry, Hermione, but I just pictured you in there in that tiny little sack all mad and everything.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.

“Well I can imagine how your kidnapping was.”

“Now that you mention that, it wasn't that bad. They actually woke me up at midnight and took me from there. Sheila brought me here.”

“Have you talked to Professor Benny yet?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah just last night I did. He told me to ask all my questions in the morning and that's what I'll be doing soon.”

“He seems like a good old man. He did creep me out a little when we were talking. He knew who we were before he got us. Broke into the archives just to see.”

“He broke into the archives? Hermione, everyone should know who we are. I'm surprised the media doesn't come up on my door step anymore!”

Hermione stayed silent and just looked at him.

Harry searched through her eyes and noticed something bothered her from what he said.

“Hermione,” he said softly and brought his chair closer to hers, “Is it still … getting to you?”

She just nodded and looked down at her hands. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Like the whole … me leaving you and -“

“Harry, don't even start,” she said and looked over at him.

“I'm glad that you're here with me now, but just bringing up the whole thing when we just FINALLY found each other isn't going to help,” she whispered.

“I'm sorry,” Harry whispered and caressed her cheek gently.

“It's alright,” she said and gently pulled away his hand from her cheek. “Once we get into ourselves again we can talk about it.”

“What do you mean `ourselves'?”

“Well we haven't seen each other … so this means starting back up again.”

“Right,” he said and nodded.

Hermione smiled a little and reached across, hugging Harry.

“Thanks for understanding.”

Harry closed his eyes and rested his head atop of her shoulder.

“You know I'll understand,” he said softly.

Both of them broke away and looked at each other. Smiles were on their faces and Hermione this time around kissed the tip of his nose.

He laughed a little. “What was that for, Hermione?” he asked smiling still.

“It was just meant to happen.”

She laughed herself and stood up from where she was sitting.

“I'll see you around.”

She ruffled his hair playfully and started walking out of the cafeteria. She looked over her shoulder and smirked seeing him just sitting there watching her go. It was nice finally seeing him. A smile just spread across her face again at how they were acting as just normal friends. Best friends were all that both of them would be and pretty damn good ones too.

Now all that was left in front of her was to find Benny, get her room key around here, and get some sleep before she literally fell to ground cold.

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Chapter Three: Research time!

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Harry had a pleasurable smile as he watched her leave the cafeteria. A sigh escaped from him and he felt so relaxed all of a sudden. Sheila watched from afar as this happened and smiled herself seeing him like this. She knew he never got the joys in life before, but she had something going on through her head that made this whole mission seem worth it in the end.

Sheila walked over to him and took the seat Hermione was in.

“You feeling alright, Harry?” she asked, looking at him with content.

Harry looked at her with the smile still plastered against his face.

“Yeah, I'm … I'm great actually,” he said with a small nod.

Sheila looked over at the door and then back at him.

“I'm guessing that was Ms. Granger talking to you then?”

He nodded and looked down at his drink he still had to finish.

“Bet it was nice seeing her again.”

“Oh it was wonderful. Remarkable how much she changed,” he said softly.

Harry was right. Hermione had grown into something he never knew she would've become. Ever. He knew she was the book worm type and all, but just seeing her now and from how she changed already gave him second thoughts.

“Every man would probably die to get her now,” he said softly and looked over at Sheila.

She laughed a little and shook her head.

“Oh Harry, don't think of that. You two are amazing together. If you treat her the way you still do, but with a little more love and everything else that fits in the pot, I'm sure something will spark.”

Harry drained down the remains of his orange juice he still had and sighed heavily, looking down now at the empty cup.

“If something like that should happen … wow then.”

Sheila laughed again and smiled at Harry.

“You're a good kid, Harry. You're a good kid. Let nothing get to you.”

Sheila got up from there and left the cafeteria. She had a feeling if she were going to be around Granger, she was sure she was probably going to get the same exact talk.

Harry himself got up from the table he was sitting at and left the cafeteria, throwing away his trash.

“Focus on the mission, Hermione later,” he muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway.

After several hours of Hermione being asleep in her room, Harry had actually been walking around with Professor Benny throughout the whole laboratory. He saw the machines they used to specify things more clearly, the books and facts they had stored, everything was completely out of this world. Harry had never seen anything like it.

“And over here in this department, we have your Mission workers,” Benny pointed out as they entered another room exactly like all the other ones.

“I'm guessing the mission workers help the people on the mission,” Harry stated in an obvious voice.

“You're half right, Mr. Potter. You see, not only do these people help you out as well, but they also track the information we need from resources to make the mission easier than what it may look like.”

“So these people are actually looking up information on Voldemort right now?”

Benny nodded. “Right now they're finding out his past history, going through his family tree and going even further than that.”

Harry was surprised. This was definitely going to be interesting, especially about Voldemort.

“Now I know you really don't want to get into this man anymore, but we knew you were the only person who could help us out on this mission.”

“It's my pleasure to help, Professor, but what exactly are you trying to find about him? I mean, the guy was pretty much a murderer.”

“Yes he was, but what we're looking into more is the prophecy between what happened to you and him and if there's a legend behind the coming.”

“How do you know about that?” Harry asked curiously, yet startled.

“Archives,” he said simply.

Well I hate the archives now, Harry thought to himself with a grim face.

“We know for a fact that there may be other wizards involved in this legend. Only the greatest had to be buried into this whole mess.”

“You mean, before Voldemort was even … born?”

Benny nodded again. “We are really going deep into this.”

`Wow', Harry had mouthed out and shook his head slightly.

“Does this legend really matter? I mean -“

“Don't even start with that question, Mr. Potter. You're not going to get far,” he said eyeing over at him.

Harry laid off on the questions for now seeing as the ones he wanted answered, he knew Benny wouldn't answer them for him. They were ones where the Professor didn't want to hear because he knew he wouldn't have a reasonable answer to answer them with.

“Oh yes, have you talked to Ms. Granger?”

A smile spread across Harry's face just hearing her name even mentioned.

“Yeah, while I was eating breakfast actually. It was … wonderful seeing her again after so long.”

“I'm sure she was probably even more happy to see you.”

“I hope she was. I know she's still mad at me for certain things I've done.”

“She'll get over them, Harry. Don't worry about it,” Benny said with a small smile.

Both of them kept walking on in silence. Benny looked through some papers he had in his hands that he was reading and Harry gazed around the lab as it passed by him.

“Professor?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes?” Benny said, not looking up from the papers.

“Why did you pick me and Hermione to do this and not someone else?”

“I picked you two because you make a good pair together,” Benny said finally looking up at him.

“Not just because we were friends or anything, right?”

“Besides that, we read that you two worked fine together as a team. Plus you two know the two main spells that we want you to have mastered anyway.”

“And what are they?” Harry asked curiously.

“Charms and Dark Magic obviously,” the Professor said with a smile.

Harry sighed heavily and Benny still looked over at him.

“I'm in for quite a ride,” Harry stated and Benny laughed.

Hermione on the other hand, finally woke up from her small sleeping session that she had. She couldn't of slept too long because she at least had to sleep tonight as well. She looked over at the clock already reading noon.

“I don't want to be here,” she mumbled to herself.

She felt like a captive. She felt imprisoned. But the only person that she was so glad to see was actually back in her life and hopefully would be for eternity.

Just seeing his face again brought her stomach into twist and turns, especially the small fooling around that they had done. A tiny smile formed on her face just thinking about it.

“As long as Harry keeps me sane, I'll be fine,” she said to herself as she got out of bed and fixed her clothes she was wearing.

From there she left her room, keycard in her pocket, and started to search for him.

Harry was actually looking through Voldemort's files. He couldn't believe the information they had gotten. Pages and pages, front and back of his life.

“This would've helped a long time ago,” he mumbled to himself.

“Harry!” someone yelled out at his which echoed into the whole entire room.

He turned around in his chair and saw Sheila with someone.

“Hermione's here to see you!”

Hermione thanked Sheila quickly and headed over to Harry. He smiled and stood up from his chair. She jogged up to him and Harry once again engulfed her into his arms for a hug.

“How was your small nap?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Fine actually, even though it was only a short time.”

Both of them untangled themselves from the hug and Harry sat back down in the chair.

“What are you reading?” she asked curiously, looking at the monitor.

“Voldemort's files from the beginning of when he was born.”

Hermione's mouth dropped a little and starred at the screen before her.

“And I'm not kidding, Hermione.”

“How did they get all of this?” she asked, leaning in closer to read.

“They're people who have no lives,” he muttered quietly so only she could hear.

Hermione glared at him at his response and looked at the screen again.

“Did you know that his family was actually good friends with Merlin?”

“Are you serious?”

“Says right there,” Harry said, pointing it out on the screen.

“And there's proof,” she said completely dumbfounded still.

“Who knows what he passed on through that family line.”

“Well that's something else to research, isn't it?”

Harry looked up at Hermione and stared back at the screen.

“You can research that if you'd like,” he said, smirking a little.

“You know I probably will.”

“But you know I'll be helping you either way.”

Hermione looked down at him seeing already that famous smile of his.

“Get a life, Potter,” she said, slightly pushing his shoulder, but with also a tiny smile for herself to show.

“Hermione with a comeback. Should I be scared?”

“You're already scared for what I'm capable of doing to you anyway.”

“True,” he said and smiled a little.

“Besides, before we get into this whole entire mess with Voldemort, we need to figure out what this place exactly is. I mean, we were kidnapped to somewhere we hardly even knew about.”

“Do you think they might have something up in the library?”

“They have a library?” she asked a bit too quickly.

Harry laughed a little. “Well, yeah.”

“How big is it?” she asked as she watched him stand up.

Harry leaned in a bit to her face and brought his lips to her ear. “Bigger than our friendship.”

Hermione shivered a little having him whisper like that and she placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him away from her.

“Are you sure about that?” she whispered.

Harry looked down at her face, staring right into her eyes.

“You need to take a look yourself to see.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry broke out into a grin.

“Well then come on,” she said grabbing his hand and dragging him already.

“You don't even know where the library is, Hermione,” he said, stopping her and pulling her towards him.

She huffed and placed a hand on her hips.

“Fine, lead the way then.”

“As you wish, my dear,” Harry said with a smile and dragged her this time.

She had a feeling they were going to get along again just great. She was dreading of when they were going to talk about him leaving her. When it came, it came to be talked about then.

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Author's Note:

Sorry for the delay of an update. Things have been busy lately in the personal life. Next chapter we'll be seeing more information on the White Lourdes and some more fluff between the two of them.

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