So you think you can save the world?

Jess2425

Rating: PG13
Genres: Humor, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 30/04/2008
Last Updated: 15/05/2008
Status: in_progress

The trio's 7th year done right.

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.

A/N: This is an idea I've had bouncing around in my head since before DH came out, I've just never had a chance to really work on it until recently. I originally hadn't planned on posting this until after finals, so I can't promise consistent updates in the beginning, but I should have a lot more free time in the next few weeks so hopefully I won't make you guys wait too long in between chapters.

Chapter One

“Psst! Hermione!”

Hermione paused and glanced around her. “Wh—?”

“Is she gone?”

Hermione looked over towards the shed in confusion. “Ron? Where are you?” She asked. As she moved closer she finally saw the bright red hair popping out from behind the bushes.

“Over here.” He hissed. “Is she gone?”

“Is who—“ She started before realizing exactly who he was referring to. Her shoulders started to shake and even with her hands pressed firmly against her mouth she couldn't prevent her laughter from spilling forth.

“'Mione! It's not funny!” He exclaimed indignantly. “Is she gone?”

“Yes!” Hermione finally gasped as she collapsed to the ground in another fit of giggles. “Yes Ron, you coward, your mother is gone. It's safe for you to come out now.” She replied breathlessly, while still grinning widely, her brown eyes sparkling in delight.

“You shouldn't take so much pleasure in my pain, Hermione. It's bad form.” Ron informed her testily.

“And I suppose it's good form for you to be out here cowering in the bushes, hiding from your mum?”

“You'd be hiding too if you'd had to deal with her all week, bloody madwoman. You have no idea how unbearable it's been!” He insisted.

Hermione laughed. “And this was your idea of a good escape, was it?”

“Actually I was originally going for the shed but Fred and George were already in there. They told me to find my own spot.”

“Hm. I'd have gone for that big tree over there myself. Plenty of bushy branches and leaves to hid behind.” She mused thoughtfully.

“Charlie already called it. He's been asleep up there for over an hour.”

Hermione laughed again. “No wonder your mum's going berserk, what with all her help disappearing everywhere.”

Ron shrugged. “Where'd she go anyway?”

“She and Fleur went to the baker to figure out some problem with the cake.”

Ron snorted. “Because people are really going to know that the icing was supposed to be blue instead of aquamarine.”

Hermione cocked an eyebrow at him. She wasn't aware Ron knew anything about the color aquamarine.

“What? I overheard them talking about it.” He defended. “So where's everyone else?”

“Harry and Bill are setting up the tables for the reception and Ginny and your dad are inside trying to figure out what to do with the dozens of roses Fleur insisted upon. I was actually on my way to come find you. Once Harry and Bill are finished with the tables we have to finish decorating the tent before the rehearsal starts in a few hours.”

Ron groaned. “Do we have to?”

“Yes, Ronald, we have to.” Hermione replied, standing up and dragging him with her. “Just think, after the rehearsal is over we can all eat and relax for a while. And tomorrow is the wedding and then it'll all be over.”

“Can't wait.”

They managed to finish decorating the tent by the time Molly and Fleur returned. They immediately decided to get the rehearsal started and began gathering everyone at the altar. Since Harry and Hermione weren't in the wedding they retreated to the back porch to watch the others.

“I'm going in to get a drink, do you want anything?” Hermione asked heading to the door.

“Water, thanks.” Harry replied throwing himself into a nearby chair.

A moment later Hermione returned with two large glasses and seated herself next to Harry. Harry smiled gratefully as he was handed his glass and downed half of it in one gulp.

“Thirsty?” Hermione laughed.

“Yeah,” Harry grinned sheepishly. “I've been outside almost all day and Mrs. Weasley isn't too keen on breaks recently.”

Hermione nodded. “I know what you mean.” She responded. “I caught Ron hiding in the bushes earlier for fear he'd get caught taking one.”

Harry laughed. “Somehow that doesn't surprise me.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence before Hermione spoke.

“Harry, have you thought anymore about when you want us to leave for Grimmauld? I don't mean to be pushy but as much as I'd love to pretend this is just another carefree summer; it's not. We really need to get started on everything soon.”

Harry let out a long sigh. “I know. I was thinking we could leave a few days after the wedding. That'll give Ron time to tell his parents we're leaving at least; although I'm still not looking forward to their reactions when they find out.”

“About that, I was thinking we should just tell them we're going to Grimmauld for the rest of the summer and not mention that we don't plan on returning to Hogwarts. They have enough to worry about without us adding to it.”

Harry glanced at her. “Are you suggesting this because you don't want to worry them or because you still hope we'll go back?”

“I'm suggesting it because it's more practical than upsetting everyone by rushing out into the sunset without taking other things into consideration. As much as I'd love to be able to finish our final year I understand that we have things to take care of that are much more important right now. Don't think I'm not just as dedicated about this as you are, Harry.” Hermione shot back hotly.

Harry sighed. “I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just with you making Head Girl and all; I wanted to make sure you don't regret your decision…”

“I've made up my mind.” She interjected immediately.

Harry merely nodded. “Okay.”

After the rehearsal they all went in for dinner and then the trio retired to Ron's room soon after. Harry and Hermione told Ron what they thought he should tell his parents about what they were doing this summer and that they planned to leave a day or two after the wedding. He nodded in agreement and after talking a little while longer they all agreed they were much too tired to do anything else but go to sleep.

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The next morning everyone was awoken bright and early by a loud ear-piercing scream. Everyone ran to the kitchen to see what was wrong when they saw Fleur covered head to toe with icing and bits of cake. She was pointing a shaking finger at her now ruined wedding cake. Apparently Errol, the Weasley family owl, had arrived to deliver the mail and had managed to crash smack into the cake, splattering the room, including Fleur, in the process. For a few moments everyone was too stunned to speak. Then Fred finally stepped forward and untied the letter from Errol's leg. He glanced up at Fleur.

“Well at least it's for you.” He offered, holding out the letter.

Fleur gave him a murderous glare before snatching the letter from him and stomping back to her room furiously.

Bill soon followed her.

There was another moment of silence before George burst into laughter and soon the rest of the group followed until they were all laughing hysterically.

Molly shook her head disapprovingly at them while trying to hold back her own smile as she pulled out her wand and began cleaning up the mess.

Ginny managed to pull Errol out of what was left of the cake and took him to the sink to help clean his feathers.

Molly turned to the still laughing group as the last of the cake disappeared from the walls. “Well the rest of you better go get dressed and come back down for breakfast. Things are about to get a lot more hectic after this.”

And she was right. The rest of the morning was a whirlwind of activity. Fleur's parents, sister, and bridesmaids showed up and went straight to her room, Molly went to go get another cake from the baker, Bill and his brothers all went to get dressed for the ceremony, while Arthur and Harry and Hermione were all left to deal with the last minute details before they too finally went to get ready for the ceremony. Before Harry knew it he was dressed and downstairs greeting the arriving guests. Hermione soon joined him and together they began escorting the guests to their seats in the back yard.

The ceremony went off without a hitch and as the band began to play signaling the beginning of the reception Harry found himself suddenly face to face with Ginny Weasley.

“Want to dance?” She asked with a smile. She looked very pretty in the golden colored dress that Fleur had chosen for her bridesmaids.

Harry hesitated and Ginny seemed to sense his reluctance. “Come on Harry, it's just a dance. I promise I won't step on your feet.” She added with a grin.

“I think you should be more worried about me stepping on yours.” Harry admitted as he followed her to the dance area. She placed her hand in his and moved close to him as he slid his other hand to her waist as they slowly began to sway to the music.

They danced in silence for a while before Ginny looked up at him and asked, “You're leaving soon aren't you?”

Harry nodded.

“And you're taking Ron and Hermione with you?” She continued.

Harry nodded again.

“So why not me too?” She asked.

Harry took a deep breath. “I can't take the risk—“

“But you'll risk them.” She insisted.

“They're different, they been through these kinds of things with me.”

“So have I! I was at the Department of Mysteries. I was in the DA, you taught us all so much.”

“Not enough, Ginny, not enough. I still have a lot more to learn before I face him. We all do. And Ron and Hermione have been there for more than just the Department of Mysteries. They've been with me from the beginning. I'm stronger with them than I am without them.”

“And you can be stronger with me too!”

“No, Ginny, no I can't.”

She pulled away from him suddenly. “You don't think I can do it. You don't think I'm strong enough to help you. You think I'd just be in the way.”

“No.” Harry said forcefully taking her by the shoulders and squeezing slightly. “I don't want to make you go through it all. I don't want you to have to see the horrors we'll have to see, to know the things we know, to do the things we'll have to do. I can't make you go through that. I won't make you go through that.”

Ginny stood her ground. “That's not your decision to make. You're not the only one who's seen horrors. You're not the only one who's done things you didn't want to do. Have you forgotten the Chamber of Secrets? Have you forgotten that it was me down there too? That I've already had to face him in my own way? Are you really going to discredit me like that? You think I'm too young? I was too young then! But I didn't have a choice; just like you don't now. So let me help you. Don't shut me out just because you think you're the only one this affects. You're not; you never have been and you never will be. We're all a part of this fight, whether you like it or not.”

Harry stared at her. He really had forgotten what she'd gone through her first year and how much that must have affected her. He knew he couldn't let her come with them on the hunt, the fewer people who knew about the horcruxes the better. But maybe she could help in a different way. Maybe he really shouldn't shut everyone else out.

He took a deep breath before making his decision. “I can't take you with us, Ginny, the fewer of us involved in what we'll be doing the better. I won't change my mind on that. But maybe you're right about one thing, I shouldn't shut you out. How would you feel about helping in a different way?”

Ginny arched an eyebrow and looked at him skeptically. “How so?”

“The DA. We need to start it back up, maybe a few meetings during the summer and then regular meetings during the year. We could keep teaching as much as we can and maybe branch out to other things. You can be in charge of meetings. How often to have them, where, when, etc. We're going to be so busy with other things we won't really be able to keep track of all that, we'll still go to meetings of course, but you'll be in charge of setting them up and how they're run, plus since you'll be at Hogwarts you'll have better access to everyone.”

Ginny looked at him in surprise. “You want to put me in charge of the DA?”

“If you'll accept the task. You're the one that wanted to help.”

Ginny thought for a moment and then nodded slowly. “Okay. Okay, I'll do it.”

Harry smiled. “Good.” Harry was actually glad they'd had this discussion. He hadn't thought about the DA until she'd mentioned it but now the more he thought about it the more he agreed that they should start it up again and keep training everyone. He'd have to remember to tell Ron and Hermione about this later. He looked back at Ginny suddenly feeling in a lighter mood. “Another dance?” He asked.

She smiled brightly. “Definitely.”

Across the way Ron and Hermione were having a dance of their own. Hermione was laughing at something Ron had said and she found herself thinking back over these past couple weeks. Things between her and Ron had gotten so much better. When she'd first arrived at the Burrow it seemed that all they'd do was snog and fight. It had eventually gotten to the point where neither one of them could take it any longer and they'd managed to have perhaps their first serious and mature conversation. She smiled slightly as she remembered it.

They'd been up in Ron's room acting like typical teenagers when they eventually began fighting again over something so insignificant that now she couldn't even recall what it'd been. Finally she'd simply collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, forfeiting the fight and leaving Ron bewildered. Eventually he sat on the edge of the bed next to her and waited for her to speak.

“Ron,” she started, turning to him at last. “Why do we fight so much?”

He shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Well why do you think we do?” She pressed.

“We just do. We always have. Why do you fight with me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don't turn this around on me. I'm asking you a serious question and for once, I want a serious answer. I don't care if it hurts; at this point I just want to know.”

He was silent for a long time and she'd almost begun to think he wouldn't respond when he finally spoke.

“You get under my skin. I guess that's why. You always have. You're always right and it drives me nuts. You're bloody brilliant and you know it. You thrive on it. And you're so uptight! For someone who's so smart you'd think you'd realize that it's not the end of the world if you break a few rules; you're future will not be ruined if you get a detention. And although you've gotten better about it over the years, there are still times when you can be just as insufferable as you were in first year. And it just frustrates me. I've seen you loosen up and have fun. I know you can do it, I just wish you would let yourself do it more often.” Ron paused and took a breath. “We fight because we're so different, but as much as we drive each other crazy, I'd rather have us be the way we are than have us be the same. Besides,” he added with a grin, “it's kind of fun when we fight, you're cute when you're all riled up.”

Hermione smiled at that. “Yeah and you're pretty adorable when the rest of you turns the same color as your hair.” She teased. She thought a moment about what he said and then sighed. “I know our fighting can sometimes be fun, but it can also hurt. I just wish we would fight less or at least that it didn't hurt so badly when we do. It was bad enough when we were just friends, but do you really think it's healthy for us to act this way in a relationship?”

Ron thought for a minute. “Are you saying you don't want to be with me?”

Hermione shook her head. “I like you, Ron. I have for while, but if all we do is fight, is it really even considered a relationship then?”

“So what are you saying?”

Hermione hesitated and then decided to change tactics. “How long have you liked me?” She asked.

“Since fourth year.” He answered instantly.

She nodded. “Me too. So did you feel at all that when we got together it was kind of…anticlimactic?”

Ron furrowed his brow. “I don't follow.”

“We've spent the past three years having feelings for each other and when we finally decided to act on them, didn't it seem like there should have been…I dunno…”

“More?” He supplied, catching on. “Like we spent so much time waiting for it finally happen that when it did, we didn't know what to do about it.”

“Exactly.” She agreed.

“Like when you've trained real hard for a Quidditch match and you're so confident you're going to stomp the other team and then you end up winning, but only by a few points?” He continued.

“Er, sure.”

“Or when you borrow Harry's invisibility cloak to sneak into the girl's prefect bathroom only to find Pansy Parkinson—“

“Ron!”

“Oops, sorry, got a bit carried away there.” He said sheepishly.

“Did you actually do that?” Hermione demanded.

“Noo…” He looked away, his ears turning pink.

“Ugh, whatever. Do you at least get the point I'm trying to make?”

He nodded. “I think so. You're saying that we liked each other for so long it just became habit and we forgot why we even liked each other in the first place. And now we've built it up so much that we'll never be able to meet each other's expectations, which is probably partly why we fight so much. And if we continue trying to make this relationship work it's only going to hurt our friendship in the end so we should just give up now so we can stop hurting each other and go back to being best friends.”

Hermione was momentarily stunned by his sudden perceptiveness. “Well, yeah, basically.”

He smirked at her. “You're not the only one who can be smart, you know.”

After that day, things had changed between them dramatically. Now when they fought, it was more playful and less hurtful. They were more open around each other and not so guarded with their feelings. They even tended to flirt more, something they'd never been too good a doing before. Their attitudes towards each other had changed. Hermione no longer cared if he called her a bookworm when he caught her reading inside. And Ron was no longer bothered when she said he was immature or griped on him about applying himself more. They had finally managed to achieve complete and total friendship. And Hermione couldn't be happier about it.

Their behavior had confused the rest of the house for awhile. They'd told everyone they'd broken up and we're simply going to remain friends. But their new found light flirting and relaxed nature around each other had everyone guessing otherwise. Molly would often give them knowing glances when she saw them together and Ginny was convinced that they were just fooling themselves and would get back together eventually. Harry even seemed a little confused at first, but he'd adjusted to their new ways easily enough and never questioned them on it.

Hermione started slightly when she realized the dance was over. Ron raised an eyebrow at her as they headed off the dance floor.

“You were lost in space for quite awhile.” He told her, handing her a drink when they reached their table. “Something up?”

She shook her head. “Just thinking is all.” She replied before sipping her drink.

He snorted. “Sometimes I think that brain of yours never quits.”

She simply smiled while looking around at the rest of the guests. She spotted Harry and Ginny leaving the dance area looking as though they were in deep conversation. “Wonder what those two are up to.” She said to Ron.

“She's probably demanding we take her with us. She was pretty pissed when she found out we're leaving so soon. ” He replied.

“Did you tell her we're leaving?”

He shook his head. “No, but I told dad about it when we were all getting changed. He was actually pretty understanding about it. Ginny pulled me aside once she got wind of it and insisted she was coming too. I told her that was up to Harry, not me.”

Hermione looked back at them again. Ginny didn't look that upset. “Do you think he'll actually let her come?” She asked.

“I doubt, not with his whole protecting people thing. He didn't want us to come at first, there's no way he'd bring her along too.”

She nodded. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

A/N2: Alright, let me know what you think! Please review!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A/N: First I want to clear some things up. Harry and Ginny are NOT together. This fic starts after 6th year so Harry and Ginny already broke up and last chapter put an end to Ron and Hermione as well, so no one is with anyone right now.

Also, this is NOT a DH rewrite. I can see where the summary may have given some people the wrong idea, but this was an idea I had floating around in my head before DH was even published, I just had a lot of other things taking precedence and wasn't able to get to this until now. So while the first chapter may have seemed similar to the beginning of DH, believe me, things are going to become very different.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two

When they arrived at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place a few days later the first thing they noticed was the rather substantial amount of dust that had accumulated over everything.

Hermione sneezed.

“Well it looks like Kreacher is still at Hogwarts then.” Harry said, setting his trunk on the floor and feeling a sneeze coming on himself.

“Good.” Ron replied. “I'd take dust over him any day.”

Hermione sneezed again.

Harry glanced over at her. “You alright, Hermione?”

“Allergies.” She managed to say before another sneeze hit her.

“Well why didn't you say something? Here.” Ron pulled out his wand and with a few flicks all the dust in the room was gone.

Harry looked at Ron in surprise. “Since when do you know any cleaning charms?”

He shrugged. “You live with my mum long enough and you just kinda pick `em up.”

“Thanks, Ron.” Hermione said, pulling out her own wand. “We should probably get this place cleaned up a bit, at least to a tolerable state before anything else.”

The boys agreed and they spent the rest of the morning cleaning out the areas they'd be in the most; the kitchen, the sitting room, the library, and their bedrooms. Once they'd finally finished, they gathered in the kitchen for lunch. The order hadn't left much in the form of food but they'd managed to find enough to make tea and sandwiches.

After lunch Hermione drug her trunk into the sitting room and began pulling out books and setting them on the floor around her.

“Whoa, Hermione, you bring your own library?” Harry asked picking up a stray copy by his feet. “The Four Founders: A Brief History.” He read from the binding.

Ron chose another. “The Hogwarts Founders: The Truth behind the Lies. Geez, are we researching horcruxes or the founders?” He asked.

“Both.” Hermione answered pulling out a large notebook. “Dumbledore made it clear to Harry that he thought Voldemort made horcruxes using objects of power and most likely something from each founder. We already know about the Hufflepuff cup and Slytherin's ring and locket. We need to find out what of Ravenclaw's and Gryffindor's he might have gone after. I wasn't able to find much material about horcruxes so I was hoping for more luck in the Blacks' library.”

She finally found a quill and began making a list.

Horcruxes we know about:

Riddle's Diary

Slytherin's Ring

Slytherin's Locket

Hufflepuff's Cup

Horcruxes we suspect:

Something of Ravenclaw's

Something of Gryffindor's

Horcruxes we need to find and destroy:

Slytherin's Locket

Hufflepuff's Cup

Something of Ravenclaw's

Something of Gryffindor's

Once she'd finished she showed the lists to the boys.

“Where's the seventh one?” Ron asked.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well wasn't Voldemort supposed to make seven horcruxes because seven is a powerful number? You only have the diary, the ring, the locket, the cup, and one thing from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor each. That's only six.”

“Voldemort is the seventh one.”

“Voldemort is his own horcrux?”

“No, we only know that Voldemort wanted to split his soul seven times, if he made seven horcruxes then he'd have split his soul eight times instead of seven.”

“Dumbledore said he thought Voldemort would have made six. And that the seventh piece of his soul would remain in his body.” Harry interjected with a note of finality. “Hermione what about Nagini, you left her off the list.”

“I did that on purpose. I know Dumbledore said he thought she was a good possibility, but I just can't see Voldemort making a living horcrux. Willingly sharing part of his soul with someone else, even if it is a snake, just doesn't really seem like his M.O.”

“Dumbledore said he probably did it out of desperation.” Harry insisted.

“Being that as it may, we have no way of knowing that he didn't finish making the six horcruxes before he attacked your family.”

“We have no way of knowing that he did.” He countered. “At the very least we should keep Nagini on the list and not rule her out as an option.”

“Very well.” Hermione agreed, adding Nagini to the list. “Now I was thinking we should split the research into parts. Part one, finding out how to destroy the horcruxes; part two, finding anything we can on valuable objects that belonged to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor; part three, finding out where they might be located. If you guys don't mind, today I'll look in the Black library for anything that might mention horcruxes and you guys can start going through these books on the founders down here.”

The boys agreed and the rest of the day was spent on research.

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On the third day, Harry found Hermione in the Black library teetering on the top rung of the ladder stretching as far as her arm would reach towards a book on the upper most shelf.

“Hermione?” Harry questioned, walking over to her.

“Oh hi Harry.” She called down to him. “Gimme just a sec…I've—almost—got—it—Oh!” She finally snatched the book from the shelf, losing her balance in the process as she fell off the ladder.

Harry braced himself to catch her, but the weight from her fall was too much and they both ended up in a pile on the floor.

“Ugh.” Harry groaned.

“Oh Harry! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?” Hermione asked, jumping up and scanning him for injuries.

“Just great.” Harry muttered sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. “You want to tell me what was so important that you had to risk your neck?” He rubbed his head again. “And mine.”

“This!” Hermione replied excitedly, thrusting a plain, leather bound book into his hands. “The journal of Timothy Whittman.”

“And he is?”

“The man who invented horcruxes.”

Harry glanced up at her. “Someone invented them?” He asked in surprise.

“Of course. They had to come from somewhere, didn't they?”

“I guess so, but why would anyone want to create something like that?”

Hermione shrugged. “I don't know, but I plan to find out.”

Harry nodded looking at the book in his hands. He glanced back at Hermione, seeing the excitement evident on her face. It was the best lead they'd found so far.

He looked at her again, watching her face more closely and noticed the deep, dark circles under her eyes, the exhaustion that hovered just under the surface. “Hermione, have you gotten any sleep these past few days?” He asked.

“Of course I have.” She brushed off his concern by standing and walking over to the desk in the center of the room.

Harry didn't believe her. “Well you should probably try and get some sleep tonight so you've rested enough to tackle this in the morning.”

“Actually I was hoping to get started on it right away.”

Harry flipped through a few pages and then glanced back at her. “Good luck with that.” He said tossing it open on the desk. “It's written in code.”

Hermione stared down at the pages for a few seconds before looking back up at Harry in confusion. “Harry, are you feeling alright? You did hit your head pretty hard, maybe I should take a look.” She said coming around the desk towards him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked bewildered.

Hermione ignored him as she closely inspected the small bump on the back of his head. When she pulled out her wand he jerked out of her grasp. “Hermione there's nothing wrong with me!” He insisted.

Hermione frowned. She grabbed the journal off the desk and pointed to a paragraph. “What does this say?” She asked.

Harry just stared at her.

“Just look at it and tell me.” She gestured impatiently.

Harry looked at the page and all he saw were scribbles and wavy lines. “I don't know, Hermione. It's written in code.” He said slowly, as if talking to a child.

Hermione turned the journal toward her and read, “August 15th, I believe I have found the solution to my latest potions dilemma. Apparently Millie has been snitching from my powdered newt supplies and replacing it with Merlin only knows what. I'm going to have to invent a new hex specifically for that woman…”

Harry snatched the book from her and stared at the page again, still only seeing chicken scratch. “Did you crack the code already?”

Hermione grabbed the book and his hand and marched him down to the kitchen where they found Ron. “Ron, read this.” Hermione ordered, thrusting the journal at him.

Ron looked at her in surprise. “Don't tell me you've finally lost the ability to read.” He grinned. “I knew all those hours of studying couldn't be good for anybody.”

Hermione glared at him. “Just read it.”

Ron shrugged. “Er, okay. August 15th, I believe I have found the solution to my latest potions dilemma. Apparently Millie has been snitching from my powdered newt supplies…”

Harry grabbed the journal back from him. “What the hell?”

“What?” Ron asked confused.

“Harry can't read.” Hermione told him.

Ron snickered. Harry shot him a glare. “Sorry,” Ron laughed not seeming sorry at all. “Something wrong with your glasses, mate?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I can see you guys just fine.” He ran into the other room and grabbed a book from there and then met them back in the kitchen. “Here, I can read this: Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor were rumored to have been intimately involved for years, but neither confirmed nor denied said rumors…” He handed the book to Hermione who read the same passage. “So then why can't I read from that bloody journal?” He exclaimed indignantly.

Ron shrugged. “Maybe it's only coded against certain people.”

Hermione perked up. “Yes, actually that might be it. What is Harry that we aren't?”

“Dark-haired?”

Harry and Hermione looked at Ron as if he'd grown a second head.

“What?” He asked.

“Hermione has dark hair too.” Harry told him.

“Yeah, but it's not as dark, and it's got those highlights which makes it look lighter.”

“Highlights?”

“Yeah, if you think about it it's pretty obvious that her dad used to be blonde.”

“You're dad used to be blonde?” Harry asked Hermione. “He used to have hair?” He continued.

Hermione glared at him. “Leave my dad's hair out of this. And I don't think hair color has anything to do with—“

“How did you even know her dad's hair color?” Harry asked Ron.

“There was a picture of him when he and Mrs. Granger were younger on their mantle.”

“You went to her house?” Harry asked incredulously. He turned to Hermione. “He's been to your house?” He demanded.

“Ye—“

“So?” Ron said confused.

“I've never been to your house.” Harry all but pouted.

Hermione opened her mouth but was cut off again.

“You weren't missing much, mate. It wasn't like I just got to go over for a visit. Instead I spent the longest hour of my life listening to her dad go on about how I should be a gentleman and respect his daughter's boundaries and not try and pressure her into anything. It had to be the most awkward conversation I've ever had.” Ron shuddered at the memory.

Harry laughed. “I definitely don't envy that. I still can't believe you got to go to her house though. I still can't believe your dad used to have hair.”

“ENOUGH! If I hear another word about my father, his hair, or his talks, I'm going to strangle you both!” Hermione bellowed.

“I think we hit a nerve.” Ron stage whispered to Harry.

Hermione looked murderous. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you two? None of this, absolutely none of it, has anything to do with Harry's inability to read this damned journal!” She shouted slamming the journal on the table.

Harry and Ron were immediately silent.

Hermione looked at the book for about three seconds before she picked it back up and checked to make sure she hadn't damaged it, dusting it off and muttering to herself about `bloody idiotic boys'.

“Aw, come on Hermione, we were just having a little fun…” Ron said, trying to appease her.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.

“We get it, Hermione. Harry's a Parselmouth and we're not, so we can read the book and he can't.”

“And don't you think that's a little strange, Ron?” She demanded, turning towards him. “So far everything we've encountered that has to do with Voldemort or Parseltongue has had Harry being able to do things we can't, never the other way around.”

“Doesn't that just mean that someone was smart enough to safe guard against Voldemort for a change?” Harry asked.

“Harry, horcruxes were around long before Voldemort was even born. He learned about them from Slughorn, remember? Thomas Whittman wouldn't have had any reason to safe guard his notes against him. In fact the only other notable person in history that was also a Parselmouth was Slytherin himself, and I'd have to check my dates, but I definitely don't think the two were in the same time period.”

Ron shrugged. “Maybe he was keeping it from someone who isn't in the history books. I mean it's not like this Thomas guys is in the history books either.”

“He might be in the Dark Arts history books.” Hermione replied with a thoughtful look on her face. “I'm going to have to do some more research and see if I missed something.” She said, heading towards the door.

“Oh no you don't.” Harry said, quickly grabbing her arm and pulling her back to him. “You're going upstairs and getting some rest. You haven't slept in almost three days the last thing you need to do is more research. You'll be no use to anyone when you pass out from exhaustion.” He told her firmly.

“Harry I told you I did get some sleep, I'm fine.” She insisted, attempting to pull away, although not with much enthusiasm.

“One hour power naps in the library don't count.” He argued.

She frowned, knowing she'd already lost but not wanting to admit defeat so easily. “Fine, but only for a few hours.” She relented.

“Don't make us lock you in your room and take away all your books.” Ron threatened cheekily.

She turned and glared at him, sticking out her tongue before she walked out of the room.

A/N2: This chapter is a little shorter than the first and a bit of a filler chapter, but I promise things are about to get a lot more exciting next chapter. Hopefully I'll be able to update a lot sooner next time now that finals are over.

Again, tell me what you think!

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