Always and Forever by Lorelover

Rating: R
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 06/09/2015
Last Updated: 30/09/2016
Status: In Progress

This is an alternate ending to the original story. It starts at the end of Harry's third
year, and continues thru his seventh. There is action in many of the chapters, but it's not the
focus of the main story. I believe the overwhelming focus should be the main characters. I'm
trying to write about a realistic and honest relationship between Harry and Hermione.




1. Reflections
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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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This is my first attempt at a novel length, fanfiction story. The story is based on the Harry
Potter series, written by J.K. Rowling. My story, “Always and Forever” is an alternate ending to
the original. It starts at the end of Harry's third year, and continues thru his seventh. To
better understand this story, one should be familiar with the first three books in the series.

This story was first posted on fanfiction in February 2015.

*It doesn't have to end the way Rowling wrote it.*

Having studied engineering in school, and never getting better than a “C” in English, this is
very much a learning experience for me. Any feedback will be graciously received.

Another FanFiction author wrote;

*“J.K. Rowling created a magical romance, sadly she herself couldn't see it.”*

I couldn't agree more!

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**AN****:** First, I hate author notes, but here's mine, take a good look, you
won't see many.

I thought I'd give you some notes about this story, so you could decide if it was your cup
of tea or not.

One; it's a long story. This first chapter begins to setup the next seventy or so and tries
to explain some of the differences from canon for the first three year.

Two; this is a Harry and Hermione story… enough said.

Three; one or more of your favorite characters' may get beat up a little. All I ask is that
you hang in there. Some of them will make a great comeback.

Four; there will be parts of this story that are completely different from canon. However, the
parts that are the same, I will try to tell from a different point of view to avoid just repeating
JK's original work. Also, I'll take most of my canon from the films.

Five; while there is action in many of the chapters, it's not the focus of the main story. I
believe the overwhelming focus should be the main characters. I'm trying to write about a
realistic and honest relationship between Harry and Hermione.

I sincerely hope that some of you, will take the time to review. Good, Bad, or Ugly, tell me
what you think, especially the errors (spelling, grammar…)

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**Chapter 1**

**Reflections**

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Harry was currently staring at his two best friends as he sat silently in the corner of their
compartment. The only sound being the rhythm of the steel wheels on the tracks as the Hogwarts
Express took them home. Occasionally, Ron would let go with a round of soft snoring, and then
he'd seem to catch himself only to be quiet again. Luckily, it never lasted long enough or
became loud enough, to wake Hermione. Since Harry wasn't tired, he sat there and either stared
out the window watching the countryside slide by, or like now, he'd take a moment and watch
them sleep. Alone with his thoughts, Harry soon found himself remembering his third year at
Hogwarts.

Harry turned to look back outside, only to have his eyes refocused on the reflection in the
glass. Hermione was sound asleep. She was younger than him! The idea still amazed Harry. During his
first year around the end of September, Harry had noticed one day in particular that Hermione
seemed a little depressed, kind of melancholy. Up until then, she had always been fairly upbeat,
and full of energy. He had asked her about it, and of course, she had said she was fine, “Just a
lot on my mind,” she'd said, and at the time he had let it go, thinking nothing more about it.
Then, the following year it happened again.

Harry had woken up feeling a bit off. A bit of a dream he couldn't remember, something lying
just on the edge of his subconscious. As the day progressed, the feeling faded, until Harry again
noticed Hermione was being very quiet, and then he remembered the previous year. *`It must be
something,'* he had thought, *`today must have some meaning, but what?'* Maybe she
had lost someone special to her, like he had. She did kind of act the way he did, on Halloween.
Harry was determined to find out what was bothering her. He had tried talking to Dumbledore, but
had no luck. Then he wrote Hermione's parents, her mother acted concerned of course, but would
only say that if Hermione didn't want to talk about it, then neither could she. Mrs. Granger
did thank Harry for his concerns, and told him it was probably nothing, and not to worry.*'
She knows,'* he had thought.

Hermione had again claimed she was fine, but Harry didn't stop there this time, he went to
Professor McGonagall. Harry explained everything to her. He had told her about talking to Professor
Dumbledore and writing Hermione's parents. Finally, in desperation he added, “Professor, I know
something is bothering her. I don't want to intrude… I just want to help.”

Initially, McGonagall had been very adamant about keeping Hermione's secret, but she too had
noticed Hermione's loneliness, and so had decided to help. “Harry, I need your solemn word,
that if I tell you why Miss Granger is feeling this way, you will not tell another soul… not even
Mr. Weasley.” Professor McGonagall had pinned Harry was a stern look, “Do I have your word Mr.
Potter?”

“Yes ma'am, I swear.” Harry remembered saying.

“September nineteenth is her birthday.”

“I don't understand, why would…”

McGonagall raised her hand to stop him, “That's all I can tell you. Maybe someday Miss
Granger will tell you more.”

“Yes ma'am,” Harry had known that it was all he was going to get from his head of house.
“Thank you for your time professor.”

“You're welcome… Harry, remember, not a soul, Miss Granger does not wish for anyone to
know.”

Harry had nodded his understanding before leaving. He had decided that he could still do
something special for her and keep her secret. However, by now Hermione's birthday had long
since passed, Harry would have to wait until third year to surprise her.

Harry smiled to himself as his thoughts ran forward to that day, Hermione's thirteenth
birthday.

oOoOo

Dinner was over, and it was a mysterious Harry that led Hermione through the halls to a yet to
be determined destination.

“Harry, where are you taking me?” huffed Hermione, “I'm really not in the mood for another
one of your adventures.”

“Patience Hermione, we're here.”

“Here? And just where is here, we're in the middle of the hallway Harry,” Hermione's
temper was growing short.

“You'll see, but first I need you to close your eyes.” Harry was wearing a devil of a
smile.

“Harry I'm not going…”

“Hermione please,” he pleaded with a smile, then turning more sincere. “I promise, if you
don't like this, you can hex me all the way back to the common room.”

Hermione had her hands on her hips, she was torn, part of her just wanted to be left alone, the
other part didn't… especially today. With another huff, “Fine,” and she closed her eyes.

Harry tickled the pear, and the passageway opened leading to the kitchens. Harry carefully led
Hermione to a small table near the back. Turning her just so, he moved to stand behind her. “Open
your eyes,” he whispered next to her ear.

Hermione shivered slightly at the feel of his breath on her neck. Slowly, she opened her eyes,
“Oh my!” In front of her stood about twenty house-elves, all wearing tiny paper hats proclaiming
`Happy Birthday'. Around them were hundreds of balloons, some tied in groups to various
fixtures, others just floating free. Wide-eyed Hermione slowly turned taking it all in. Next to her
on the right was a small table, on it sat a beautiful cake. It was shaped like a book, but not just
any book, this one resembled, `Hogwarts a History'. The writing on the cake said, `Happy
Fourteenth Hermione,' and was accompanied by fourteen candles, which were already lit.

Hermione turned further to face a sheepish looking Harry. With tears in her eyes and a look of
wonder, she whispered, “How…”

Not knowing whether Hermione was happy or upset, Harry answered with a nervous smile, “In first
year, you said you were fine. Last year too, but I didn't believe you the second time.” Harry
spoke softly as he stepped a little closer. “I don't know why you want to keep your birth date
a secret, and I have sworn that I would not tell anyone. However, that doesn't mean I can't
do something special for you on this day.” Hermione only nodded her understanding. “You don't
have to tell me anything Hermione, and if you want me to forget all this next year, I will.”

Hermione was speechless. She looked back down at the cake, smiling, she bent down and blew out
the candles. “There's one too many,” she said quietly, never taking her eyes off the cake.

Harry looked down at the cake and did a quick count, coming up with fourteen. Confused, he
replied, “There's fourteen, what do you mean?”

Hermione looked back up at Harry, “Have a seat Harry.”

The reluctant sound of her voice had Harry complying without a word.

“There is an ancient rule Harry,” Hermione began. “It states; a child not yet age eleven on
September first, may still be allowed to attend Hogwarts, if all of the following conditions are
met. First, they must be age eleven by the first full moon following Halloween. Second, they must
have the recommendation of at least two current professors at Hogwarts. Finally third, and most
importantly…” Hermione paused, unsure if she should continue. Harry gently touched her hand and
smiled reassuringly, “It's okay Hermione, you don't have to go on if you don't want
to.”

After taking a deep breath, Hermione continued, “No Harry, I need to get this out, even if
you're the only other one who will know.”

Harry sat back, and waited patiently for her to go on.

“A child will only be considered under these rules, if… if they show exceptional ability and
maturity at age ten.” Hermione closed her eyes; her secret was out, if only to one person. She
waited, certain that Harry would make some comment inadvertently ridiculing her. Something like,
*that figures*, or, *so you have to be a bookworm?* She knew Harry would never say
anything mean on purpose, but after years of hearing disparaging comments about her intellect, she
was still a little defensive.

Tired of waiting for the inevitable Hermione opened her eyes, “Well?”

Harry sighed, “I'm sorry, but I don't see the problem. You're brilliant, maybe even
gifted. Obviously, the professors know this too. You should be proud Hermione.”

Hermione smiled, pleasantly surprised, then went on to explain, “Harry… they already call me a
bookworm, know it all, show off, and my favorite, insufferable. This would only add fuel to the
fire.”

“Okay, first year in the beginning I could see, you really didn't have many friends back
then…”

“I didn't have *any* friends.”

“Fine, but you do now. Hermione, who cares what a bunch of berks say, they're just jealous.
Your real friends don't think that, I don't think that. Hermione I am proud of you, and you
should be too… you're better than that!” Harry finished in an agitated tone after getting a
little worked up.

Hermione sat there staring at Harry. For the second time in just a few minutes, she didn't
know what to say.

“Hermione if you still want to keep this a secret, I won't tell, but I'm still going to
give you a little party every year. You shouldn't be alone on your birthday, believe me, I
know.

Because she did believe him, Hermione consented, “Okay Harry, but for now this stays between you
and me. I need some time to think about what you've said. We'll see about next year
later.”

“Well… when you say between you and me… you mean, you, me, Professor McGonagall, and about a
hundred house-elves.” Harry laughed seeing her quickly glance around the room. “Don't worry,
they're sworn to secrecy too.”

Hermione turned back to Harry and gave an uneasy smile, “Thanks Harry.”

“No problem.”

“No, I mean, thank you for doing all of this. Thank you for not laughing at me.”

Harry turned to face Hermione directly and stared straight into her eyes for a few seconds
before slowly nodding, “You're welcome Hermione.”

Returning to the present, Harry smiled to himself, he liked sharing this little secret with her.
This year was over and still no one else knew.

oOoOo

Remembering Hermione's first time in the kitchens made Harry laugh quietly to himself. After
she got over the shock of him knowing about her birthday, she started asking questions about the
elves. Finding out they all work for free, she nearly blew her top. Hermione was outraged; she had
called it `slave labor!'

Harry knew a little about Dobby of course, but he had learned about elves, mostly from the
Hogwarts house-elves. During second year when Hermione had been petrified, Harry had missed quite a
few meals sitting by her bedside. Fred and George finally decided to let him in on one of their
many secrets; where the Hogwarts kitchen was and how to get in. This allowed Harry to eat at a time
of his own choosing. It was during those late-night meals that Harry learned about the life of a
house-elf. One or two would sit with him, and they would talk while he ate, just to keep him
company.

Harry with the help of a couple of brave elves, managed to calm Hermione down enough to see it
from the elves' point of view. A half-hour later, Hermione had a better understanding of the
relationship between wizards and house-elves. However, before letting it go, she promised to look
into the situation further when she had more time, as it still felt wrong to her.

As much trouble as Hermione had understanding the elves' way of life, the elves had in
understanding her concern. They were grateful though, and even more so, that she had calmed down
enough that she was no longer a threat to destroying the kitchen.

oOoOo

As Harry continued to study the reflection, he focused on Ron. Ron was changing; Harry
didn't know why, but Ron was definitely changing. Looking down, he found Crookshanks looking up
at him. He reached over and started to scratch him, while his thoughts returned to Ron, and how he
had acted this last year. Harry closed his eyes as he recalled one particular fight between his two
best friends.

“Hermione, you know it's true, that… monster you call a cat, has eaten Scabbers,” Ron had
yelled, his face flushed with anger.

“Don't be ridiculous Ron, Crookshanks would never do that,” Hermione pleaded.

“Sure, you'd stick up for your pet. I've seen the way you carry him around, pamper him,
like he is some kind of… royalty or something. Wouldn't be surprised if you put him up to it.”
The last bit had sounded rather vindictive.

Harry had heard his fill, “Enough Ron! Hermione would never do any such thing.” Calming down a
little, he went on, “and I don't think Crookshanks would either.”

“Yeah, well where is he then?” A red-faced Ron had demanded.

“How should I know? Maybe he just ran away. What I do know, is you've had it out for
Crookshanks from the beginning.”

“Well maybe when he starts after Hedwig you'll change your mind,” Ron had stated angrily,
before he had turned and stormed away.

Hermione had settled uneasily onto the couch, shaken and hurt by Ron's accusations. This
hadn't been the first time he had accused her and Crookshanks of terrifying his rat. Harry had
sat down next to her, and had gently taken her hand giving it a squeeze of reassurance. Hermione
slowly laid her head on his shoulder and sniffed, “You don't believe him, do you Harry?”

“Of course not, he's just being... a git.”

Hermione had closed her eyes and had started to settle down. She was beginning to see a pattern.
Whenever things went wrong for Ron, he would lash out, mostly at her. It seemed the more upset he
could make her, the more satisfied he was. Thank goodness for Harry, he was her buffer. She liked
the fact that Harry would let her fight her own battles, but he was always there it seemed,
whenever it just became too much, and she needed a little backup. Harry may not have always known
exactly what to say, but he was getting better. Besides it really didn't matter, as long as he
was just there for her she felt better, just like now, and she had told him so, just a moment
later.

oOoOo

Hearing a soft sigh, Harry looked over at Hermione, and found her fast asleep with a little
smile on her face. *`**I wonder what she's dreaming about,**'* thought
Harry. They still had three hours to go before reaching King's Cross station. If it wasn't
for all he had on his mind, Harry might also have fallen asleep to the gentle rocking of the train.
After a quick glance at Ron who was also still sound asleep, Harry turned his gaze back outside the
window, his thoughts returning to his third year. Thinking of Ron some more, Harry couldn't
help but wonder about why his best friend had started acting differently since the start of
term.

He seemed normal enough at the beginning of the year as Harry remembered his first meeting after
summer just before the start of third year.

As Harry descended the stairs into the main room of a Leaky Cauldron, he had paused momentarily
to take in the site before him. As usual, the Weasley's had pretty much taken over most of the
dining room. Percy was chastising the twins for some hideous act; a mark against the family honor
no doubt, at least as it appeared to him. The Twins of course were in full drama mode, playing the
part of the innocent as only they could. Mrs. Weasley was talking to Ginny, Hermione, and some
other girl whom Harry didn't recognize, her hands moving in animated sync. The best the girls
could do, was nod their heads in agreement to whatever lecture she had been giving them. Mr.
Weasley had been standing off to the side, talking with someone Harry had never seen before.
Finally, Harry had spotted Ron, sitting alone at one of the tables eating. Harry continued down the
stairs, and after catching Hermione's eye, he had made his way over to sit with Ron.

“Hey mate,” Harry had said with a smile as he sat down.

“Hey Harry, how was your summer?”

“Oh you know, the usual… work like a slave, fight with the Dursley's, and… blow up my aunt.”
Harry said the last part with a snicker.

“Oi, heard about that, brilliant as far as I'm concerned,” laughed Ron, he had thought it
quite hilarious.

“Yeah thanks, don't know how Dumbledore will feel though.” Smiling, and looking back at the
girls, Harry added, “Who's that girl with your sister and Hermione?”

“Oh, she's just our neighbor, Loony. That's her father over there.” Ron had jerked his
head in the direction of Mr. Weasley and the stranger.

Harry knew Ron had no problem, calling people he didn't like funny names. “Ron, what's
her real name… and why don't you like her?”

“I'm okay with her, that's what everyone calls her.”

“Ron, I doubt that, besides she seems nice enough.”

Ron looked over, “Yeah she's nice enough… just a little… well, different… you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Harry had nodded. He knew all about being thought of as *different*.

“Her real name is Luna… Luna Lovegood.”

Harry had stared at her for a moment wondering what made her so different, and then had quickly
turned away when she looked over.

When Harry looked back a second time, he caught Ginny looking at him. She gave a little wave and
quickly looked away. He remembered her blushing furiously. Harry also remembered how hard it had
been getting her to relax, and just act normal whenever he was around. Thankfully, with
Hermione's help, she had finally come to grips with her hero worship by the end of term.

After Hermione had excused herself from the giggling girls, she had come over to sit with *her
boys*. “Hi Harry, how was your summer? I hope you had some fun.”

“You might say I had some towards the end, it was actually rather… uplifting.” Harry had
smirked. “How about you?”

Hermione only raised an eyebrow, she had already heard about the incident with his aunt, but she
had decided to let it go. “Oh yes, I had loads of fun, we went to France on holiday...”

oOoOo

Back then, Ron had been so… normal, well normal as compared to how he had acted during first and
second year. He didn't seem to be angry all the time like he was now. This year, especially
towards the end, Ron always seemed to be trying to start something, particularly with Hermione. He
would take something fairly insignificant and try to turn it into more, especially if it concerned
something between himself and Hermione, Harry thought. It was as if he was trying to drive a wedge
between them, like he didn't want either of them to be happy.

Looking back at all the fuss over his new Firebolt, it seems more obvious now than it did back
then, as Harry remembered some of the things that had been said.

“Harry! She is the one responsible for you losing your Firebolt, how can you sit here with
her?”

“Ron just stop, I don't even know why you're so upset, it is my broom after all.”

“Yeah and what good is it, if you can't use it?”

“I told you, as soon as Professor Flitwick is done checking it, they'll give it back.”

“Wouldn't have to wait if Hermione hadn't gone behind your back.”

“Look mate, she did what she thought was best at the time. Yeah I wish that she would have at
least talked to me first, but what's done is done. Hermione and I talked it over, we're
good with things the way they are. Next time, she'll talk to me first, and I promised, that I
would stay calm and listen to what she had to say.”

“So, she made it out to be all your fault?”

Harry remembered sighing sadly, “Well, it mostly was… the fighting part afterwards anyway. I
overreacted, she was only looking out for me. I know that now, and I told her so. I apologized to
her Ron, you should do the same.”

“Right… that's not going to happen, I didn't do anything wrong.”

oOoOo

Ron never did apologize, and Harry was fairly certain he wouldn't have been able to make
him. Instead, Harry decided to be a better friend to Hermione. It wasn't just the Firebolt
incident; she was always looking out for him, from helping with homework, to rescuing his
Godfather. Next year, he'd be sure to let her know, both in words and actions. Although they
didn't know it, she was slowly displacing Ron as his best friend.

Harry stopped scratching Crookshanks for a moment, who responded with a soft mew. “Oh, sorry
fella.” Harry returned to his duty, keeping Hermione's ginger cat happy. *`I just hope he
grows up a little next year, don't know if I can handle another year of him being mad at
Hermione* *all the time**,**'* Harry thought as he leaned back and closed his
eyes. Sitting there in peace, his mind continued to race through his third year. He couldn't
help the smile that formed as he remembered the look on Draco's face, when Hermione had him at
wand point, while she told him off. However, it was the solid punch in the nose ending the
confrontation, that made it so brilliant. *`Merlin help Malfoy, and his goons, if she ever really
learns how to fight!'* he thought. His smile grew bigger as he remembered later, holding her
in his arms while she cried. They had just left Hagrid's hut, and were halfway up the trail
when it happened. Stopping, they turned and looked back in time to see the executioner's ax
come down with a sharp crack, ending Buckbeak's life. Horrified, Hermione turned to Harry. She
wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shirt. Surprised and clueless, all Harry could think
to do, was gently hold her and rub her back. Harry was thankful that later, they had found a way to
save that magnificent creature.

Crookshanks had finally, had his fill. He got up and stretched long and leisurely, then as if to
say thank you, he nuzzled Harry's hand before jumping off the bench to lie on the cool floor.
Harry actually liked Crookshanks, and it seemed the feisty cat like him as well. Ron on the other
hand, always seemed to be in need of a healing charm after an encounter with the feline.
Apparently, Ron's hair color didn't automatically make him an ally to the ginger colored
cat.

Naturally, it didn't take long before Harry's thoughts turned to Sirius. This time last
year, Harry didn't even know that he had a Godfather. No one had bothered to tell him, probably
because Sirius was locked away in Azkaban. The whole thing was so surreal. First finding out about
Sirius, then Pettigrew, somehow they would have to find a way to prove Sirius was innocent. Second,
learning that Professor Lupin was a werewolf. That alone was a big surprise. Lupin was so
soft-spoken; Harry was certain he was a kind and gentle man.

It had most certainly been a very busy year, besides his regular classes and Quidditch, Harry
had to deal with dementors, and yet another crazy person supposedly trying to kill him. Harry
couldn't help but to quietly laugh out loud at the very thought. After a quick glance to
Hermione, he decided that as busy as his year was, it paled in comparison to Hermione's. Her
year was so bad; she had resorted to using a Time-Turner!

Harry actually knew a fair amount about Time-Turner's, and a little about time travel in
general. In addition to practicing with Professor Lupin on the Patronus Charm, Harry had also
started reading other textbooks about defensive spells, some of which included manipulating time
somewhat. The Impediment Jinx used to slow down your opponent, was the only other spell he had
learned this year beyond what was taught in class. Harry had learned that the spell worked by
slowing down time locally relative to your target. Although he hadn't learned any others, Harry
did read a little about other time manipulation spells, and a little about Time-Turners. All of
which had similar cautions. Messing around with time was dangerous, and the more you interfered
with time, the more dangerous it became. If a Time-Turner was capable of reversing time by several
hours, then it stood to reason that it was far more dangerous than the simple jinx, Impediment.

Looking back now, it seemed ironic that Hermione was the one flirting with danger. Normally, she
was the voice of reason.

Harry remembered his reluctance at first to using the Time-Turner with Hermione, fortunately
everything had worked out somehow. He had even managed to get Hermione to fly with him, which was
most definitely the highlight of his year.

Leaning back, eyes closed, Harry smiled as he *mentally* went back in time to when he had
first learned that Hermione was using a Time-Turner.

oOoOo

“More time!” Harry turned to Hermione, “what's he talking about Hermione? What did he mean
by, `what we need is more time'?

Hermione hadn't been quite sure yet herself, but had a pretty good idea it had something to
do with her Time-Turner. So, coming to that conclusion she had said, “Harry, come over here, we
need to hurry!” She had then reached into her robes for the delicate chain that hopefully held the
answer to their current problem.

Harry had moved closer and stood in front of her, but was still just as confused as ever,
“Hermione, I don't understand…” his voice trailed off as he recognized the Time-Turner she had
pulled out. “Hermione is that a…”

A little surprised that Harry recognized the tiny device Hermione cut him off, “A Time- Turner,
yes Harry, it is. How did you… never mind we have to hurry!”

“But they're dangerous. How did you get…”

“Harry stop, we don't have time for this!”

Harry raised an eyebrow, not appreciating the joke, even if she hadn't meant it as one.

Hermione sighed, realizing how strange what she had just said must have sounded. Under different
circumstances, she would have slapped her head at the bad pun. However, at the moment, she was in a
hurry and needed Harry to just go along with her. Stepping closer, and holding up the long chain,
ready to slip it over his head, she asked, “Harry… do you trust me?”

Harry remembered standing there, staring into her eyes. She had never lied to him before, had
never tried to trick him. Never let him down. Of course he trusted her. “Always!” Came his one-word
reply.

Without wasting another second, Hermione had slipped the chain over his head and around his
neck. After three turns of the hourglass, the room began to spin.

oOoOo

It was later that same evening, when Harry would get even with Hermione. Buckbeak had just
finished chasing off Professor Lupin who had been in his werewolf form. Harry and Hermione had held
on to each other, both still shaken from the experience of nearly being viciously attacked.

As their nerves settled, Harry had loosened his arms from around Hermione and had slowly
released her. She gradually let her death grip on his robes go and had stepped back a little.

“Hermione, are you okay?”

She gave a shaky smile at his concerned voice, “Yes… yes I'll be okay in a bit, still just a
little bit un-nerved is all.”

Harry smiled back, then after a glance at Buckbeak his smile faded. Hermione had been through so
much already tonight it didn't seem fair, but he wasn't going to leave her alone, not now,
and certainly not here.

Harry turned to Buckbeak, and gave the customary bow. After being acknowledged, he approached.
After a few quick words of thanks, he climbed up, settling on Buckbeak's back.

Hermione had followed Harry's example, then walked up and stood next to them. “Harry, you
remember which tower, and which window, right?” She didn't like the idea of being alone in the
forest, but there was no way she was going with Harry, and he had to go now.

Harry waited a moment as a thought occurred to him, then smiling, he stuck out his hand to help
her up.

Hermione looked at him in horror, “Oh Harry, I can't… you know how I feel about flying, I
just can't. You go, I'll meet you back in the infirmary.”

Harry continued to stare at her, never pulling his hand back. Then after what seemed like
forever, his smile turned serious. “Hermione… do you trust me?”

Hermione glared back at Harry, shocked that he had used her own words against her. Her features
softened when she realized it was only fair. She had asked him for a leap of faith, now it was her
turn. Trying to keep the fear out of her voice, she answered, “Always!” Reaching up, she let Harry
pull her up behind him. No sooner had she wrapped her arms around his waist, than they were
airborne.

Hermione had hung on for dear life pressed tightly into Harry's back with her eyes squeezed
shut. With her arms wrapped around his waist, she was sure if she had squeezed any harder, she
would have broken a rib. Then slowly, subtly, she began to think, *`well this isn't so
bad,'* and she smiled into his back after scooting yet a tiny bit closer. She still
didn't dare open her eyes, but she did loosen her grip after giving Harry a quick little
squeeze, to let him know she was doing better.

Harry felt Hermione relaxed a little, and looked down at her hands after she gave him a quick
squeeze and smiled. He knew how much she hated flying, but was glad she trusted him enough to come
along tonight. He didn't know why, but he rather liked having her hanging onto him while they
rode Buckbeak.

Unfortunately, the moment was broken when Buckbeak decided it was time to dive towards the
Castle. It was hard for Harry to believe possible, but Hermione had somehow tightened her grip on
him even tighter than before, as she let out an ear-piercing scream that would have made a banshee
proud.

oOoOo

Harry was both happy and sad at the same time. He had a godfather, but he couldn't live with
him yet. He had good friends, but they would all part ways very soon. Harry felt he had learned a
lot this last year, about magic, and his life. But there was so much he still didn't know,
again about both magic, and his life. Did he have any other family, did Sirius, other than the ones
he already knew about?

Harry, with his eyes still closed, and his head resting on the back of the bench, released a
long sigh. So much, had happened this last year from Ron acting up, to the dementor attacks, to a
truly magical flight with Hermione. The last thought brought a smile to his face.

“Careful Harry, someone might take you as a perv, with that goofy smile.”

The smile however, never left his face as Harry opened his eyes to find Hermione watching him
with keen interest. “I thought you might sleep the whole way home.”

“It's good to see you smiling Harry,” Hermione said softly, careful to keep her voice down
so as not to wake Ron. “I don't suppose you'd care to share your thoughts?”

Harry turned and stared out the window for a moment, and then at the images that shown on its
surface, before turning back to see a warm smile on Hermione's face. Harry smiled back, “Just…
reflecting.”

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter** **2**

**Parting Ways**

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Getting off the train at Kings Cross meant the official end to Harry Potter's third year.
The mood was somber as Harry, Ron, and Hermione grabbed their trunks and make for the exit. Before
they passed through the barrier to the Muggle side of London, Ron spotted his family. The sea of
red hair was quickly becoming a large group, so with a promise to write he said a quick goodbye and
was off. Once on the other side of the barrier, Hermione made Harry promise to write, and with a
smile told him she'd do the same. The last couple of weeks they had spent a great deal of time
together and now all too soon it was ending.

Hermione wasn't sure what made her do it, but it had felt right, so after a moment of just
looking at each other, she stretched up on her toes and gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek. “Bye
Harry, remember, you promised to write,” Hermione said with a shy smile, then reluctantly turned
and started for her parents.

“Bye,” was all Harry could get out. `*She just kissed me, Hermione just kissed
m**e**,'* the thought keep repeating itself in Harry's head. He brought his
hand up and touched his cheek, smiling, he watched her walk away. Harry had never been kissed
before, not by anyone. He was sure his parents had kissed him, but of course, he couldn't
remember that far back. It was a strange feeling, although not unpleasant, just the opposite in
fact. It…warmed him, made him feel special. He never realized until now, how important they could
be, if given at the right time, and to the right person…like now.

“Hurry up boy, I haven't got all day, get your crap and get a move on.” At the sound of his
uncle's voice, Harry's smile quickly faded, and after gathering his *crap**,* he
turned for the car. Vernon Dursley's tone was so harsh and loud several people turned and
stared, including Hermione, who while watching, saw Vernon, who was impatient with Harry's
pace, give him a shove forward almost knocking him down. Hermione wanted to run over and give him a
piece of her mind, but realized it would probably only make matters worse. She waited until they
were out of sight, then with damp eyes slowly turned and ran to meet her parents.

Hermione's mum Emma, couldn't help but notice her daughter's sad look as she came
over to meet her, and her husband, even though she had hidden it quickly with a smile. “Mum, Dad!”
she yelled, running the last little way to reach them.

“Hello pumpkin,” her dad said as he wrapped her in a big hug.

“Hi dad” she replied with just a tiny bit less enthusiasm than normal. Emma was watching her
daughter a little more carefully now. Finally, Hermione let go of her dad and turned to her mum,
“Hi mum.” Mother and daughter shared a long embrace.

“Hi honey, it's so good to see you again.” As they pulled apart Emma added, “How was term,
and more importantly, how are you?”

“Good, and I'm fine.” Hermione could see her mother was not convinced. Knowing her mum must
have seen her earlier, plus the fact she was pretty perceptive about *things**,* Hermione
continued, “I'm fine mum really, it's just I'm a little sad for a friend of mine, he
always has a terrible summer.” Seeing the look her parents were sharing, she explained further,
“Its Harry, you remember him, I wrote about him in some of my letters. Anyway, he lives with his
aunt and uncle, and they hate magic, so they hate him.” Emma did in fact, remember a certain boy
named Harry Potter, as Hermione had written about him in not just some of her letters, but in every
single one of them.

“Oh, the poor dear” her mother said softly.

Her father also had a look of concern in his eyes, but finally said, “Well I don't suppose
there is much to be done about it here and now, best be getting on.”

During the ride home, Hermione told her parents all about her last term, leaving out some of the
more dangerous parts of course, as she didn't want to upset them. After arriving home in good
spirits, Hermione took her things up to her room. She had let Crookshanks out, who immediately
checked the room to see if it was still the same, and satisfied that it was, he curled up on the
bed for a nap. As she was putting the last of her stuff away, Hermione thought back to last
year.

Hermione had just called the werewolf, to lure it away from the other Harry, and now it was
coming right for them.

“Hermione, why'd you do that?”

“To save your hide,” she answered him.

“Yea but now it's after us!”

“Right, hadn't thought of that.”

“RUN!” Harry yelled, grabbing her hand. They took off running into the forest as fast as they
could, but they were no match for the speed of a werewolf, and it caught them very quickly. Even
though they had both known it was Professor Lupin, they also knew he would kill them in his present
form. Catching them, Lupin the werewolf had them trapped. As a werewolf, he stood almost eight feet
tall on his hind legs, and was now looking down, snaring at a trembling Hermione. Holding on to
Harry, she turned away from the beast and buried her head in his chest unable to watch anymore. As
Lupin slowly moved towards them, Harry pushed Hermione behind him and stepped forward slightly
shielding her. “NO!” shouted Harry, “me, fight me.” The werewolf turned his gaze towards Harry, and
lunged forward, his jaws open and claws out, he was ready to rip him apart. But just before the
werewolf could reach its prey, Buckbeak appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He jumped over Harry
and drove Lupin back, and then chased him off.

A lot had happened very quickly after that and Hermione really hadn't had a chance to think
much about it. Now as she sat on her bed remembering back to that night, she realized she had been
truly terrified, all Hermione had wanted to do was save the other Harry, so she did something very
uncharacteristic. She had just acted without thinking things through, as there hadn't been any
time. Then suddenly they were running for their lives. Thankfully, they had ran back towards
Buckbeak, and he had saved the two of them from what would have been most certainly, a gruesome
death. However, the best part, the part that put a smile on Hermione's face, was the fact that
Harry had tried to defend her, at least the best he could under the circumstances. No one had ever
put their life on the line like that for her before, except Harry. `*He was trying to*
*protect me**,'* the thought taking a little time to sink in. That was the second
time he'd put himself between her and a monster.

oOoOo

For Harry the ride home, if you could call the house on Privet Drive a home, was the same as
always. His uncle would mutter something about freaks, or curse at another diver for some unseen
infraction, while never saying a word to the boy in the back seat. Harry just tried to ignore him
and sat quietly so as not to irritate him any more than he already was. Since no one was talking,
it made for a very long ride back. Harry couldn't help but think back to the last year at
school and Sirius. Oh how he wished he was going home with him instead. Thinking about Sirius and
the rescue, lead him to remember what happened when he and Hermione had first found Sirius Black
while going after Ron.

They were all in the shrieking shack still unaware of Sirius's innocence. Hermione stepped
up next to Harry's side, her wand at the ready, “If you are going to try and kill Harry,
you'll have to fight me too.”

Harry could still hear the intensity and determination in her voice, although she had been
scared, she wasn't going to let anything happen to him without a fight. It was a side of
Hermione you rarely got to see, and it would make any Gryffindor proud. He was sure Ron hadn't
noticed, but he most certainly had. Where she found the courage, Harry wasn't sure, but Merlin
help anyone who thought she was bluffing. Harry was rudely brought out of his musings by his uncle
Vernon.

“I said, Hurry up boy.”

Harry snapped out of it, and quickly got out of the car. “Yes sir,” he acknowledged, then
grabbing his trunk and Hedwig, he made his way upstairs to the relative safety of his room.

After making dinner and cleaning the kitchen, Harry was back up in his room. He had put all his
things away and had let Hedwig out for the night, so there wasn't much left to do. Lying on his
bed starring at the ceiling, Harry was trying to get his thoughts in order. `*Let's*
*see**…* *I think this summer since I'm stuck here anyway, I'll do myself a
favor and* *try to* *make the most of my time.**'* The last few days Harry
had spent a fair amount of time thinking about his life. Where he was going, what he had done.
After all that had happened last year, he knew he had to make some changes, life was too short.
Even with the help of Hermione's Time-Turner, they barely were able to save Sirius, not to
mention themselves, they just were not prepared enough. With all that in mind, Harry got up and
went over to his desk to make a list.

Do all my Homework.

Read ahead for next year.

`*That should make Hermione happy**,'* Harry mused. Truth of it was, without her
help last year he wouldn't have got nearly as good of grades as he did. `*Next year I'll
show her my thanks by being better prepared**,* *and I'll* *try and* *work
harder* *too**,'* He thought.

Try to work out, get/stay in shape.

Read a non school book for fun.

Write regularly to my friends.

With that last though, Harry decided to write both Ron and Hermione now to see what their plans
were for the summer. Setting aside the list and getting a fresh piece of parchment, Harry started
on his first letter. Knowing Ron wasn't much for letters, he kept it short.

.

.

Ron,

Hey mate, hope you made it home safely, say hi to everyone for me alright. Well, this is just a
quick note to let you know that I made it back to the Dursleys okay. Also I was wondering what your
plans are for the summer, write back when you know. Well, got to go, bye.

Harry

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Dear Hermione,

Hi, how are you, did you get home alright? (I know it's only been one day, but I wanted to
write you). And how is your family, I trust all is well. Also I was wondering what your plans are
for the summer, are you going on holiday with your mum and dad, and if so when will you be home, so
I know when to write. Well I'm back at the Dursleys, and they haven't changed a bit, well
maybe Vernon and Dudley; they do look a little larger, if you can believe that. Now on to a more
positive note, I plan to make the most of my time this summer. You'll be pleased to know,
don't laugh, I've made a list. I plan on getting all my homework done early so I have time
to read ahead for next year. Maybe if you have time you can check some of it for me, that is if you
want to of course. Also I might read a non school book just for fun. I don't know how much free
time I'll have for that, but I do know I have to stay busy, or I might just go bonkers. I'm
going to try and work something out with Vernon. If you can think of something I might like, do you
think you could loan it to me, I promise I'll take special care of it. Anyway that's all
for now, write back when you can.

Your Friend,

Harry

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After Harry finished the letters, he rolled them up and waited patiently for Hedwig to return so
he could send them off. While he waited, it was only a matter of time before his thoughts drifted
back to Sirius and what life would be like living with him. Harry didn't really know him
personally, but he felt as if he could trust him. In the short time they had spent together Harry
could tell how much Sirius cared for him, and he looked forward to the day when his name was
cleared, and they could see each other again.

Hedwig finally returned and the sight of her instantly brightened Harry's mood. He gave her
some water and stroked her feathers affectionately. Hedwig danced a little on her perch and made a
soft clicking sound, happy for the attention. “Hey girl if you don't mind I have two letters
for you, do you feel up to it now?” Harry asked, he didn't want her to go if she was too tired
from hunting. Hedwig appreciated the concern and was fine with going now. So she flew over to
Harry's desk, and gave him a nudge with her head and stuck out her leg as if to say, well what
are you waiting for? Harry chuckled “Okay girl, thanks, take this one to Ron first, then go to
Hermione. You can stay the night if you want because she might want to reply back.” As Harry
finished tying the letters to Hedwig, he added, “Plus I'm going to sleep now anyway. I'll
leave the window open for you either way.” Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately then flew off
into the night.

Unlike Ron who decided to read Harry's letter a bit later, Hermione was excited to get a
letter from Harry so soon. Eager to sit down and read it, she quickly thanked Hedwig and made sure
that she had plenty of water, and a few owl treats. “Thank you Hedwig, do you mind staying a while
so I can send Harry a letter back?” Hedwig flew over to the perch Hermione had bought for her, and
settled down. She clicked her beak softly, closed her eyes and quickly went to sleep. After reading
Harry's letter, Hermione was still too excited to sleep and was trilled Harry wanted to do his
homework early. But what really made her happy was that he valued her opinion enough to ask for a
recommendation on an extra book to read. Not wanting to wait, Hermione sat down and wrote Harry
back.

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Dear Harry,

I'm so glad you got home safely. Yes, I was a little surprised to get a letter so soon, but
I was happy to get it none the less. First, yes we are going on holiday, but I don't know where
or when yet. I'm sure mum and dad will till me early enough so I can make plans, and as soon as
I know, I'll write and tell you.

Now then, I think your plans to stay busy this summer are absolutely brilliant, although I hope
you manage to find some time to have a little fun also. Maybe for your birthday, or near the end of
summer we could spend a day together and do something. Harry, you have to know that I would be very
happy to look over your homework, though I'm sure it'll be fine. And as for a book to read,
let me think on that for a day or two. I know several that I think you would like, but I'd like
to send the best.

Well it's getting late, so I better be off to bed. Hedwig looks like she is planning on
spending the night, so I'll send this first thing in the morning.

Your friend,

Hermione

P.S. I know you're probably thinking how great it would be to live with a big black dog, and
I don't blame you, as I'm sure it would be, but try not to let it get you down.

.

.

With nothing further to say, Hermione checked her letter over one last time, then sat it aside
on her desk. After changing for bed, and making sure Hedwig was alright, she turned down the covers
of her bed and crawled in. Lying in the dark, Hermione thought about how much she loved her parents
and missed them when she was away at school, but summer did tend to get a little lonely, especially
now that she had friends. Even now after three years she still sometimes had trouble believing
anyone wanted to be her friend. `*You**r* *Friend Harry**,'* Hermione
though as she remembered his letter. Sure she had other friends now too, but Harry had been her
first real friend, and somehow she knew he would always be, her best friend. `*Maybe this summer
will turn out* *better than I first though**t**,'* and with that thought
running through her head, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

oOoOo

The following day while Harry was working in the back garden he came up with an idea.
Considering how little the Dursleys had let him eat at breakfast it was obvious he would never get
into better shape or even stay in the shape he was in now. `*I'll write Gringotts and see if
they're able to send me some Muggle money**,'* Harry thought, that way he could buy
his own food. As Harry finished working in the garden, he continued to think through his plans for
the summer.

As Harry was finishing up with the kitchen after dinner, he thought now would be as good as time
as any. Normally, Vernon's mood didn't get any better than right after he had eaten, like a
fat lazy dog, it was the best time to approach him.

“Uncle Vernon can I have a moment,” Harry tried to keep his voice light.

After a nasty glance up at Harry for his audacity Vernon barked, “Make it quick boy.”

Trying to be as polite as possible in hopes that it would improve his chances, “Well sir, as
part of my summer studies this year I need to be outside… I know how you feel about me and the
neighbors, and ah… well you know.” Harry took a quick breath, “Anyway I thought, if I had a little
more free time, I could do my work at the park, or even a few rows over.”

Twisting around so as to give Harry the full effect of his outrage, he bellowed, “MORE TIME,
just what exactly do they want you to do, and, AND WHAT OF YOUR CHORES?”

“It's nothing to do with magic, nothing freaky, it's kind of like biology, observing
nature, that sort of thing.” Harry knew his uncle's real concern were the chores and keeping
his wife happy, that meant not letting the neighbors see anything that could be thought of as out
of place. “And of course, my chores would come first; I'll make the extra time if you'll
allow me to be gone longer.”

Timing was everything; Vernon's favorite show was about to start. Knowing how much his uncle
enjoyed the tele, he had finished right on time. Not being able to find fault in his nephews
request and not wanting to miss anything… “Fine” came his reluctant answer.

After a quick thank you, Harry made hast to his room; he had several letters to write. Satisfied
with the outcome of what would be the first of several negotiations, he sat down at his desk and
got to work.

oOoOo

It was becoming a normal routine; he would get up early and do his chores outside for an hour
and a half, then come in and take a shower before going downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Afterwards, it was back to the rest of his chores for the day. He found that if he worked nonstop,
he could normally be done by ten and then have the rest of the day to himself.

Harry would run to the park, sometimes taking a roundabout way of getting there to make his run
longer. After a short cool down, he'd work out for about an hour or two, Later, on his way
home, Harry would stop by the local grocery store and buy the necessary food items to make enough
healthy meals to last him until his next visit to the park. Finally, after returning home he would
spend the rest of the day reading and working on his summer school work.

It was two days later, and Harry had only just come back from the *park* as he liked to
call it. Harry decided to write Hermione, and tell her all about his new schedule, and his fresh
eating habits.

Reaching his room, he found Hedwig waiting for him with a letter. “Hello girl, got something for
me” Hedwig cocked her head as if to say, “*I can't believe you just asked me that,”* and
stuck out her leg clearly not in the same good mood her master was in. “Okay…”

To show him she wasn't really upset, Hedwig clicked her beak and patiently waited for him to
untie the letter. Harry checked to make sure she had plenty of water, and gave her a treat, then
sat down eager to see who it was from. The neat and nearly perfect scroll told him immediately, it
was from Hermione. With a smile he didn't even know he was wearing, Harry sat down.

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Dear Harry,

I've decided you're right! Wizards are lazy; they rely on their magic entirely too much.
So I'm copying a page out of your play book… I've started working out also. Mostly
calisthenics and some running, I want to get into shape, not get all muscle-bound. Mum says I'm
mental, but dad thinks it's great. He also had a good idea… Karate. I've already checked
around and guess what? There's a school only five blocks from you, but the best part is,
there's a sister school run by the same instructor, that's close to my house. His name is
Kim, he's Korean. I told him about our situation (nothing about magic of course) and on
Fridays, he teaches at both places. He said he would be happy to give one of us a ride one way, and
I think I can get my dad to help with the ride back. I'm including his brochure so you can
check it out yourself. Harry I really hope you can find a way to attend, we could take a few
classes together, wouldn't that be great! Let me know what you think. On another subject, I got
your transfiguration paper, but haven't had time to go over it properly yet… sorry. But
don't worry, it's on my high-priority list. Also my parents have decided we're going to
France for holiday. The bad news is, we're leaving next week, the good news is, we're only
going for a week and a half. That's pretty short for us, but it seems they're even busier
than me. I should be home by the fiftieth. Well I'm glad you're eating better, maybe Molly
won't try to stuff you into a coma later. Hedwig is starting to give me the eye, so I best end
it here. Looking forward to seeing you before school starts.

Your friend always,

Hermione

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.

Harry smiled, she was always thinking of ways to make things better for him. And it didn't
go unnoticed how she had signed this letter. Harry was pretty sure it didn't mean anything
special, just that she hoped they would always be friends. As far as Harry was concerned, he felt
the same way.

oOoOo

Hermione had only just finished packing for their trip, as they were leaving the next day, when
Hedwig showed up with a letter from Harry. “Hermione, Dinner,” her mum called from downstairs. “In
a sec mum,” she answered back, anxious to read what he had written. Dinner could wait.

.

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Dear Hermione,

I think it's great you're working out and running and all. Not that I thought you needed
it mind you, but everyone could stand to be in better condition. I suppose I should shut my mouth
and quit before I say something stupid, or am I too late? I know it's only been a short while
since I started myself, but I can already feel the difference. I'm beginning to like it, and I
find myself looking forward to it. And I really feel better too. Also be sure to thank your dad for
the great idea, I met Mr. Kim, He's brilliant. By the way, he said you're an excellent
student. Of course I told him you're excellent at everything. I'll be working with him
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. And I'd love to take classes with you on Fridays as well,
even if your dad can't give you or me a ride, I could always take the Knight Bus. Let's see
what else… oh yea, don't worry about my schoolwork, I'm sure you're very busy right
now. And thanks for the book I'm actually, really enjoying it. I also couldn't help
noticing some parallels. Who would have thought, Harry Potter reading for fun!

Well, I got to go, let me know when you're back and when we might be able to meet up.

Your friend,

Harry

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.

Hermione was ecstatic, not only was Harry learning karate like her, but he also liked the book
she'd sent him. And now all she had to do was get her mum or dad to help with the
transportation, and she'd be able to see him a couple of times this summer.

She almost literally bounced down the stairs and floated into the kitchen for dinner. As
Hermione sat down her mother studied her, the rather large smile on her face not going unnoticed.
Something was different this year, and Emma had a pretty good suspicion as to the cause of her
daughters greatly improved moods. She was much happier, a spring to her step, and the spark in her
eyes was brighter. “Someone's in a good mood… and you're late to dinner,” Hermione's
father added with a smile of his own, so she'd know he wasn't really mad at her.

Hermione blushed slightly, “Right, sorry mum, dad… I'd just got a letter from Harry and I…
well I just wanted to read it real quick, that's all.” She finished in a rush after seeing the
shared look pass between her parents.

“Isn't that the third one this week?” Emma knew her daughter was starting to have
*`those*' kinds of feelings for her best friend. She also knew Hermione didn't know it
yet. She had always had a very hard time when it came to friends her own age. Emma knew Harry was
her first real friend, and while she never told Hermione, she was glad he was such a good one…
still she couldn't help but to tease a little.

Hermione looked back and forth between her parents and saw the mirth in their eyes. She decided
to play along, “Hmm… well yes I think your right…only three… what a shame; I thought he liked
me.”

“Yes a genuine tragedy, what shall you do,” her dad sighed straight faced, although it was
obvious he was on the verge of laughing.

Hermione saw her chance, “Exactly, a tragedy… but I just know you'll help, won't you
daddy?”

Seeing the overly exaggerated fake plea for help on her face, he answered too soon, “Of course
pumpkin, anything.” Her mum smiled and shook her head; he'd never learn.

“That's wonderful daddy. I knew you would! I think I need to see him face to face, you know
in person. If you could drive me to Surrey, I could share a karate class with him, and Mr. Kim
could bring me home… that's after holiday of course.”

Dan caught by surprise, glanced at his wife who was laughing out right now, and managed a
confused, “What… wait, what just happened?”

Taking pity on him, Emma got up and went to her husband and wrapped her arms around him, “Why
honey, you just prevented a *tragedy* of course!

oOoOo

Harry sat at his desk thinking, Hermione had been gone for a week now, “She'll be back soon
girl, so I'm going to write her a letter,” He said to Hedwig. “I'll send another letter to
Ron also; we'll see if he answers this one.” Judging by the look Hedwig was giving him, even
she knew it was a waste of time. “I know girl, but since you're going to Hermione's anyway,
why not?”

After finishing a quick letter to Ron, Harry sat back down to compose his letter to Hermione. He
wanted it to be there waiting for her when she got home.

.

.

Dear Hermione,

I've missed writing you. I know it's only been a little over a week, but it feels like
more. So, how was your holiday, how was France? By the way, is that the first time you've been
there? What did you do? Do you speak French? Sorry, guess I have a lot of questions. You know it
occurs to me, that even though I have known you for three years, there is so much I don't know
about you. Like what is your favorite song, or what your favorite color is? I don't know what
my favorite song would be, since I never get to listen to music, but my favorite colors are red and
gold, like Gryffindor. Anyway, I've been working hard to get ahead, and I'm looking forward
to having some fun later. Also, I wrote Ron again, but he still hasn't answered. I don't
know if he's too busy or just plain lazy. Interesting choice of reading you sent me, and yes,
so far I think it's brilliant. Oh I almost forgot, what do you say about a karate class
together next Friday, the twenty second? Well that's about it, write back soon, and tell me all
about your trip.

Your friend,

Harry

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.

“Well that's it for tonight girl I'm turning in, I'll send these letters tomorrow.
I'll leave the window open for you tonight, so you can come back when you want, okay?”

Hedwig clicked her beak, and then watched her master slide into bed and close his eyes, before
hopping over to the window sill. With one last look to make sure he was going to be okay, Hedwig
took flight into the dark night.

oOoOo

Early the following night after Harry had finished his shower; he sat in his room and got ready
to send his mail. As he tied the letters to Hedwig, he gave her instructions, “Okay girl, take this
one to Ron first, you can give it to anyone at the Burrow so don't wait around. Then go to
Hermione's and wait for her to return. I don't really know when they will get home.” Harry
paused a moment and studied Hedwig. She in turn thought he was challenging her to a staring
contest, so she turned both Amber eyes on him. She'd never lost a staring contest yet, and
Hedwig wasn't going to lose tonight either. “You know girl, you might have to wait a long time,
and I don't want you to get hungry or anything,” Harry started, breaking the mood. “Can you
hunt with a letter?” Hedwig nipped his finger and bobbed her head. Harry smiled at the affection,
“Okay, then wait as long as you can, but if it gets to be too much, just come back home, and will
try again some other time.” Hedwig gave a click of her beak and took off for the long flight to the
Burrow.

oOoOo

Hedwig reached her first destination just after sunrise, and found Ron's bedroom window
open. Swooping in, she landed on his bedside table. Ron was fast asleep, but that didn't stop
Hedwig from trying to wake him. She clicked her beak rather noisily, next, she tried pecking him
softly, then a little harder.

“Oy…what…Hedwig!” Ron snapped barely awake, “it's only just light out, give a guy a break.”
Ron laid his head back down and rolled over ignoring Hedwig, “Ruddy owl,” he mumbled into his
pillow.

Hedwig hopped on the bed, nipped Ron's ear a little harder than necessary, then using his
head as a launching pad, she took flight. Downstairs she maneuvered into the kitchen where she
found Molly just starting breakfast.

A few minutes later after being relieved of Ron's letter, and having a bit of bacon and some
water, Hedwig hurried out the window and was on her way east.

oOoOo

It was nearly five o'clock in the evening by the time the Grangers drove up their drive. The
whole family was quite tired from the trip, and therefore, very happy to be home. Hermione in
particular, seemed to get a second wind as she opened the car door. Dan glanced at Emma, and could
tell she had noticed as well, neither had to guess where the sudden energy had come from nor
why.

Hermione was first out of the car and halfway to the door when she heard it. A faint hoot
seemingly meant only for her ears, a hoot she'd know anywhere. Freezing in place, Hermione
looked up and searched the nearby trees. There, on a lower branch of the tree closest to her
bedroom window sat a beautiful white owl.

“Hedwig! I'll be right there.” Leaving her bags forgotten on the walk, she ran to the house
and unlocked the door. As quickly as she could, she made her way upstairs and into her room, and
opened the window. Hedwig wasted no time either, and immediately flew in landing on her perch.
Hermione hurried over, “Hello Hedwig, what a wonderful surprise,” she beamed, “you have a letter
for me girl?” Hedwig stuck out her foot; she was probably just as anxious to get rid of the letter,
as Hermione was to receive it. Her rush to untie it was interrupted by soft laughter behind her.
Turning around, she found both her parents standing in her doorway, each holding one of her
bags.

“Told you,” her dad said smiling to his wife. Dan sat the bag down and started back downstairs.
“I'll get the rest brought in.” He said over his shoulder.

Setting the other bag down next to the first, Emma came in and sat on Hermione's bed. “Well,
since we helped carry in your luggage, it's only fair that you help with dinner.” Although
Hermione's mum was tired, she couldn't help but have a little fun with her daughter, “That
is of course… after you're finished reading Harry's letter.”

Hermione responded indignantly, “Mum! You don't even know if it's from Harry.”

“Right, let's see; snowy owl, check, giddy daughter, check. Yep, it's from Harry all
right.”

“Mum!”

“All right, all right… look, take care of Hedwig and read the letter, then be down in the
kitchen in fifteen minutes to help, okay?”

“Thanks mum.”

Emma stood up to leave, then turning to Hedwig, “I do hope they're not wearing you out
dear.” Emma could have sworn, that Hedwig shook her head no.

oOoOo

Knowing they'd be too tired to cook dinner, they had stopped on their way home and picked up
some takeout. After Hermione had finished setting out the plates and utensils, she pulled out a
chair and was about to sit down when, her father asked, “So, when are we going to meet this Harry
Potter chap, proper like?”

Hermione noticed the smiles on both of her parents faces, “Well, how about next Friday after
karate,” she suggested with a straight face.

Her mum just raised an eyebrow, suspecting there was more planning behind this than just a
random date.

“Next Friday?” The mirth was suddenly gone from her father's eyes.

“Yes, Friday the twenty-second. Kim can bring Harry here in the early afternoon, so he can join
me in class. Then maybe we can bring him over here for a bit, before you drive him home.”

Dan glanced at his wife who was smiling at his predicament. Turning back to his daughter, “Yes,
I think perhaps that might be a good idea.” Dan was now wearing a smile of his own, although to
Hermione, it looked more like a sneer. Yes, Dan thought he would very much like to meet this
boy.

Hermione was quick to pick up on his change of mood. “Daddy, promise you'll be nice.”

“Of course pumpkin; just a friendly chat… get to know each other… you know.”

“Mum!”

After dinner and unpacking, Hermione sat down and wrote Harry back. She told him, that yes she
did speak French fairly well, and yes she'd been there many times before. She told him briefly
about where they had gone on this particular trip, and that they all had a good time. She also told
him, that she too had missed his letters, and was glad to be home. My favorite color by the way, is
blue, but I'm also partial to green, she wrote. Hermione went on to say she wasn't sure
about a favorite song, and then asked what his favorite Muggle desert was, because she already knew
what he liked at Hogwarts. The last thing she said in her letter, was to confirm next Fridays
meeting, and to invite him over for dinner as well.

oOoOo

Harry wiped the sweat from his eyes, besides being hot outside, he was in a hurry. As soon as he
was finished with his chores, Harry wanted a quick shower, then he'd be off to the
*p**ark*. Today, Harry was going to the small group of shops nearby to try and find some
better clothes to wear. Harry was meeting Hermione's parents tonight. Of course he had met them
before very briefly at Kings Cross, but tonight he would meet them formally. Being invited to
dinner after class, Harry wanted to make a good first impression.

Later wearing his brand new clothes, Harry made his way towards the dojo where he would meet
Kim, and together they would go to Kim's other dojo by Hermione's house. In his backpack
slung over his shoulder Harry carried his other new things, plus his workout clothes, and a small
package wrapped in plain brown paper.

“Ah Harry, right on time, thank you,” Master Kim said, with a slight bow.

Harry returned the bow, “You're welcome sir.” Harry then went and sat against the far wall,
legs crossed. This was what you did when you entered Kim's dojo, you waited for him, the
master, to instruct you… even, if it was only when to get up to leave.

A short while later, Kim and Harry walked into the dojo by Hermione's house. Harry
obediently started over towards the wall and was about to sit down in the ready position when Kim
addressed him, “Mr. Potter, what do you think of my other dojo?” He said gesturing around the
room.

Harry stood and looked around, it seemed almost identical to him, only a few small differences.
“The room looks the same sir. Maybe some of the pictures and such might be different, that's
all I can see for now.”

Kim walked up, and stood a few feet in front of Harry. “So… same room… same teacher… same
student. What else the same Harry?”

Harry shifted uneasily, was this some sort of test? “Well, ah… it would make sense that the
class lessons would be the same sir.”

“I agree, what else?”

Harry racked his brains for a minute, then answered, “Rules... ah the rules of conduct should be
the same.”

Kim smiled, “Very good Mr. Potter. You will be sharing class, not only with Miss Granger, but
with twenty-one other students. Rules… good for all.”

Harry bowed slightly at the waist, “Yes sir,” and sat down.

Master Kim liked young Harry, and he liked Miss Granger too, in fact, he liked most of his
students. He was only making sure that Harry knew he would not tolerate any boy girl fooling
around, at least not during class.

It was almost two o'clock, and the first of the other students started to show up. Not
surprisingly, Hermione was the very first one to come in. She stepped through the doorway and
stopped, facing the empty classroom she bowed. It was kind of funny, seeing as the classroom was
still empty, but that was the way she was taught; it was the proper way to enter Kim's dojo.
Hermione then turned towards Harry, beaming, it must have taken all her willpower not to run over
to him.

As she neared, Harry stood again, and although not necessary, he bowed to her. “Hello Miss
Granger,” he said in a very formal voice.

Momentarily taken back, Hermione froze. Then, noticing the tiniest of smirks on his face, she
returned the bow, “Hello Mr. Potter.” Straightening back up, she saw him smiling. Unable to resist
any longer, Hermione almost leapt the last few feet and pulled Harry into a tight hug. A second
later, a surprised Harry returned the embrace.

“Oh Harry, it's so good to see you again. I'm awfully glad you could make it here
today.”

“Me too,” replied Harry, as they both sat down to wait for class to start. “And it's great
to see you so soon also. Although to be honest, I am a bit nervous about tonight.

Hermione couldn't keep the smile off her face, “Don't be silly Harry, I'm sure once
they get to know you, they'll like you… you'll see.”

The class work was on simple punches, and their counter blocks. Kim had paired up all the
students, and of course he put Harry and Hermione with each other. “If you must fight together,
then you must practice together.” He told Harry, after he had expressed concern about hurting
her.

They were halfway through the lessons when it happened. Hermione had thrown a punch with the
right hand. Harry countered by sidestepping, then blocking with his left arm, while at the same
time reaching across with his right hand and grabbing her forearm and pulling. The move was fairly
advanced, and required perfect timing. If done correctly your attacking opponent was pulled off
balance, and put in a poor defensive position. Unfortunately for Harry, he hadn't moved fast
enough, and got tangled up with Hermione as she stumbled forward. Both lost their balance, Harry
falling backwards, and Hermione forward. Harry wrapped his arms around her as they fell in an
attempt to hold her in place to cushion her fall. Hermione pulled both her arms in front of her and
grab hold of Harry's robes, trying to hold him up. The final result was two very red-faced
students. Harry ended up flat on his back, with Hermione lying on top of him. To the rest of the
class, their position on the floor together looked rather cozy.

Too shocked to move, they both just stayed still, lying there. It was Harry who finally smiled
and said, “Remind you of anything?”

Hermione gasped, “Harry James!”

Harry laughed as he rolled her off to the side, “Hermione, get your mind out of the gutter, I
was talking about the tunnel… under the Whomping Willow?”

oOoOo

Hermione had just let go of Harry as the angry willow whipped them about. Harry landed with a
thud flat on his face. Groaning, Harry rolled over on his back to set up. The timing couldn't
have been better, or worse depending on your point of view. No sooner had Harry finished rolling
over, than Hermione came flying into the tunnel, landing right on top of him, face to face.

Both were blushing like crazy, because of the darkness of the tunnel, and the intimate position
they were in. If anyone had seen them, they would surely have suspected the worst. Next, Hermione
discovered there was just no way to get off a boy in this position in a lady-like manner.
Fortunately, the seriousness and urgency of finding Ron kept her embarrassment to a minimum.

oOoOo

While Harry helped her up, a blushing Hermione sheepishly replied, “Oh…of course.”

Harry smirked, “Just what did you think I meant?”

Swatting his arm playfully, a smiling red-faced Hermione said, “Harry, stop!”

Before their little verbal game could continue, a mildly amused Master Kim walked by and said in
passing without even looking at them, “Rules, Mr. Potter.”

Harry cleared his throat, “Yes sir.” Looking back at Hermione, he immediately started smiling
again. He really liked having fun with her, and judging by the smile on her face, she felt the same
way.

Later with the fun over, and both back to work, Harry started to get edgy. The closer they came
to the end of class the more nervous Harry got. “Relax Harry you are doing fine,” Hermione
whispered.

Harry returned a weak smile and nodded. Hermione had mistaken his case of nerves as having
something to do with his performance in class. Harry knew the real reason though; it was what
he'd be doing after class that had him rattled.

The class returned the bow to Kim, “Class dismissed,” came his gentle voice, followed by a clap
of his hands.

As they and the rest of the students filed out the door, Hermione spotted her father, “Daddy!
Hi, have you been waiting long… oh this is Harry Potter, you remember him don't you?” then
turning to Harry, “Harry, this is my father, Daniel Granger.”

Dan's smile grew as he greeted his daughter, “Hi pumpkin, and no, not long.” Dan Granger
then turned his smile to Harry; he would be nice for now, for his daughter's sake. “Hello
Harry, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Harry stepped forward a little and took Dan's offered hand. “Hello Mr. Granger, thank you
for having me over.” Harry took a quick glance over at Hermione. Her eyes slightly moist, making
them seem to sparkle; they gave away her happiness. Harry couldn't help but smile, his nerves
fading a bit. This was worth it. He rather liked seeing her happy.

In that brief moment, while he was shaking Harry's hand, Dan Granger looked into the young
boy's eyes. What he saw, surprised him a little. Fear for sure, but then again, what
thirteen-year-old boy wouldn't be afraid of a girl's father. Dan also saw honesty; he liked
that. What really caught his attention though, was how much older his eyes looked, as if he'd
seen more than a normal thirteen-year-old should have at his age. It was far too early to tell just
what kind of young man Harry Potter was, but for the moment, he appeared to be a good lad. Even
though his fatherly instincts were yelling at him, he decided to give the boy a chance, but at the
first sign of trouble…he silently promised himself, he'd step in and do whatever was necessary
to protect his daughter.

It seemed the short car ride home was more than enough to recharge Hermione's batteries, as
she practically burst from the car as soon as they had stopped. “Come on Harry!” She was so
excited. “I want to show you around, oh, and you have to meet my mum of course!”

Harry glanced at a chuckling Mr. Granger, who only shrugged his shoulders at his daughter's
enthusiasm. Harry barely had time to smile back, before being pulled towards the house. It occurred
to him that this was so typical of Hermione, eager to learn, but also eager to share, whether it be
knowledge, or something personal.

“Mum, we're back. Where are you?” Hermione yelled as soon as they were through the front
door.

Mrs. Granger had just finished putting some last-minute touches on dinner when she heard
Hermione callout. After drying her hands, she turned around at the same time Hermione ran into the
kitchen. “Hi honey,” Emma started, before turning to Harry, “and who is this strapping young
man?”

Harry almost turned around to see who she was talking about. Suddenly, the kitchen seemed a
little warm.

“Mum! You know right well this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my mum, Emma Granger… who loves
taking the mickey out of me.”

“Hello Mrs. Granger, thank you for having me to dinner.” Harry smiled, not nearly as nervous
with her as he had been with Hermione's father.

“Oh Harry dear, that will never do. Please call me Emma… you don't want me to feel old now
do you?”

“No ma'am, er Mrs.… Emma.” Harry was turning red again. “Sorry, that will take some getting
used to.”

Emma laughed, “No problem Harry, I'm a patient woman.” Turning back to Hermione, “Why
don't you show Harry around dear, before…” she hadn't even finished her sentence before
whirlwind Hermione turned and pulled a surprise Harry away. Emma raised an eyebrow, then smiled.
She loved seeing her daughter happy. Hermione had never been this enthusiastic or pleased about a
friend coming over before. Sadly, this was probably the first time that one came over because they
wanted to.

oOoOo

After giving Harry a quick tour of the upstairs, Hermione stopped in front of the door to her
room. “Lastly, this is my room Harry,” Hermione said lightly. Since both were still wearing their
karate robes she added, “Why don't you go back to the bathroom and change, I'll change in
my room, and wait there for you. Just knock when you get back, okay?”

Hermione was finally slowing down. Harry nodded okay and headed back down the hall to
change.

A short while later Harry stood outside her door, and after knocking softly called out,
“Hermione, are you decent?”

Her muffled reply filtered through the door, “One sec Harry,” a moment later the door opened.
Hermione pulled it open all the way. “Welcome to my room Harry, you can come in, but we have to
leave the door open of course. It's the proper thing to do when a girl has a boy in her room,
and they are not married yet.” Hermione stopped suddenly. She hadn't meant to say *yet*,
it just slipped out.

Harry turned towards her to find she had turned red and had a hand covering her mouth.

It took Harry a second to figure out why she thought that last part might have been too much
information. Harry reasoned, that like a lot of girls, Hermione must have thought about being
married, maybe even dreamed of what it might be like. He briefly wondered if she'd been as
lonely as him sometimes, and just wanted a family to call her own. “It's okay Hermione, I'm
sure one day you'll be able to close the door… when you're much older, of course.”

Hermione had raised both eyebrows, her face showing worry. She hadn't meant to say the last
part, at least not out loud. She had only been reciting the house rules, but Hermione wondered if
Harry would realize that, or if he thought, she was talking about the future, their future. She
watched Harry for a sign, to see if he was going to make an issue out of it, or worse, maybe laugh
at her. After hearing his response, she relaxed. Harry seemed to understand.

Harry moved further into the room taking it all in. It was so Hermione, definitely a girl's
room, but not too girly. Most of the walls had book cases against them, but in a few of the open
areas, she had hung some pictures. Some were of family, and some were from Hogwarts; all were
nonmoving of course. There was one on her nightstand, and it caught his attention… it was of the
two of them. They were standing side by side arms around each other's waists, smiling like
crazy. Colin had taken it right after Hermione had come back to the Great Hall from the infirmary
after being un-petrified. For a moment, Harry got lost in thought.

oOoOo

McGonagall entered the infirmary; she had been checking with Madam Pomfrey on a regular basis,
as the assistant headmistress it was her job to check on the progress of the petrified students.
Since two of them were her cubs, she took a special interest in seeing how the cure was coming.

Standing next to Pomfrey's desk, she looked around. Her gaze stopped on a familiar sight. “I
see he's back yet again.”

Pomfrey looked up from her paperwork to make sure they were talking about the same thing, and
then replied, “Oh yes, everyday. He sits there talking to her, even though I told him she
couldn't hear a thing he said, but he insists… so.”

McGonagall smiled, “Did you know, that his grades have actually improved slightly. He's been
taking notes for her.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes… actually, I'm surprised Mr. Potter hasn't started taking his meals in here.”

“Oh Merlin, please don't give him any ideas,” Pomfrey laughed.

oOoOo

After administering the mandrake potion, Pomfrey sat back and waited. It only took a moment
before the effects took hold. Hermione blinked, and then blinked again. It was as if she was just
opening her eyes. Slowly, the room around her came into focus. Memories came flooding back.
Strangely, one of the first was of flowers. Rolling her head to the left, there they were, as
promised. She didn't know how, but she knew Harry had promised to bring her flowers for when
she woke. He had said that the infirmary was too dull, `you should have something special waiting
for you when you wake.'

“Well my dear, how do you feel?”

Hermione looked to the right, finding the school nurse checking her with her wand. “A little
stiff ma'am… no pun intended.”

“No, I should think not. Well at any rate, that should fade away quite quickly once you start
moving about.”

“Thank you ma'am.” Hermione turned back to look at the flowers again.

“They're from Mr. Potter.”

Never taking her eyes off them, Hermione smiled, “I know.”

Pomfrey raised an eyebrow, `*I**nteresting,'* she thought.

oOoOo

Two hours later Hermione was released from the infirmary. Dinner had just started, so that was
her first destination. Entering the Great Hall, she stopped at the head of the Gryffindor table,
and looked down its length. She spotted her two best friends; Ron was sitting across from Harry
down the right side. She smiled at him. Madam Pomfrey had told her, that Ron had come to visit her
once with Harry, right after she had been petrified. Down the left side was Harry. It seemed that
Harry had come to visit every day without fail. Pomfrey had told her that she had to practically
curse him, to get him out. Oddly, like the flowers, she had already known that.

The Hall quieted slightly, and Harry looked up to see why. There standing at the foot of the
table staring at him, was Hermione. Harry stood up as Hermione started down the row, slowly at
first, then breaking into a run. Harry reached out and caught her as she engulfed him in a tight
hug. As Harry was returning the embrace, Hermione tilted her head up and whispered in his ear,
“Thank you Harry.”

Before the dinner crowd got the wrong idea, they broke apart.

“Harry, Hermione,” Colin called.

Beaming, they both turned arm in arm, to face him and his camera.

oOoOo

“That was the first time you know.”

Hermione's voice brought Harry back from his thoughts, “Hmm, oh really?”

Harry studied the picture, and then as if he'd only just heard her first comment, “First
time for what?”

Hermione's eyes moved from the face in the picture to the real one beside her. “That was the
first time you hugged me back… I mean, like you really meant it.”

Harry was still looking at the picture, and remembering that day. He spoke so softly, Hermione
almost didn't hear him. “I did.”

“Hermione, Harry, dinner's ready,” Emma called up the stairs.

“Coming mum.”

oOoOo

“So Harry, Hermione tells me you play Quidditch,” Dan said, trying to find some common ground
like sports to ease the conversation along.

“Yes sir,” Harry answered rather formally.

“He's a seeker, daddy. Youngest one in over a century,” Hermione beamed.

“That's so, well you'll definitely have to tell me more Harry, oh and please… call me
Dan, at the very least when we're in a casual situation, okay?”

Harry, after stealing a glance at Hermione, said, “I'll try sir,” not realizing he had done
it again.

“Right…” Dan chuckled while shaking his head.

Dinner continued on for a while longer, and then the group moved out into the garden where their
conversation continued. Harry was finally beginning to loosen up. They had talked about school,
Quidditch, and about the Granger's work. Harry learned that Mr. Granger was actually, Dr.
Granger, a Dentist, and his wife worked with him part time taking care of the office. Everyone
seemed to be enjoying themselves. Dan and Emma had sat in a pair of patio chairs, and while there
were two more available, Harry and Hermione ended up sitting together on the love seat. The two had
stayed close all night, a fact that both the Grangers noticed.

Without going into any detail, Harry mentioned how it appeared weird things always seemed to
happen to him, like last year, and finding out he had a godfather. He said, he thought part of the
problem was his lack of knowledge of the world around him. Harry told the family, he was going to
turn over a new leaf. He was going to study harder, and try and learn as much as possible about his
family, and the wizarding world in general. Everyone thought that was a sensible thing to do,
especially Hermione, who instantly promised to help.

Suddenly, as if just realizing that he had left the stove on or something, Harry jumped up, “I
almost forgot, I have something for… it's in my backpack by the door…ah, I'll be right
back.”

Both Dan and Emma turned to Hermione, who could only offer a shrug. They didn't have to wait
long to find out what Harry was talking about. A moment later he returned slightly out of breath
carrying a small package.

Harry slowed down as he approached the Grangers. Stopping in front Emma, Harry handed her the
plain wrapped parcel. It was about the size of the book only much lighter.

“I heard somewhere that when invited to dinner, one should bring something... a gift I reckon.”
Harry begun. “Anyway this is for you, actually for the both of you.”

“Harry, that's sweet, but you didn't have to bring anything.”

Harry stood there fixed in place. Was it not expected? Did he misunderstand the tradition? He
really didn't have much of an education in these matters, and Harry began to worry.

Mrs. Granger could sense his anxiety building. He was trying so hard to make a good first
impression. Smiling she said, “Well it's a wonderful thought Harry, thank you. Now then,
let's just have a look, shall we.”

Harry watched as she carefully removed the wrapping, as if the paper itself was something
special. *`So that's where Hermione gets it from.'* Harry could tell the exact moment
she realized what it was.

“Oh… Harry… this is…” she turned to her husband, “Dan, look!”

Both Dan and Hermione moved over next to her, to see what she was holding. In her hand was a
framed photo of Hermione. It was taking last year during one of their classes with Hagrid. Hermione
was sitting on the ground, her knees tucked up under her. Next to her lying down, was a baby
unicorn, barely a month old. She was gently petting the small creature, with a look of sheer wonder
on her face, while wearing a huge smile.

“A boy named Colin took it last year. Hermione had once told me, that you had said you wish you
had some pictures of her from school. I asked him to develop it as a Muggle photo, that way you can
put it out with the rest of your pictures.” Harry finished quickly.

Hermione sprang up and grabbed Harry in a tight hug. “Thank you Harry, that was very
thoughtful,” Hermione smiled while wiping at a tear that threatened to fall.

Dan Granger stood up as well; he didn't like the idea of a boy being his daughter's best
friend, but he had to admit, this boy was different. As he faced Harry he smiled and said, “Yes it
was Harry, thank you.” And after silently asking for the picture, “I'll just go and put this
out, so everyone can see it.” Since the picture didn't move, and a baby unicorn just looks like
a baby horse, Dan was sure no one would ask any awkward questions.

“Hermione dear, make sure your dad finds a good spot for that.”

Seeing the look her mother was giving her, Hermione knew she wanted a moment alone with Harry.
“Sure mum, I'll just be inside Harry.”

Harry watched her go. He wanted so badly to go with her, knowing too, that Mrs. Granger wanted
to see him alone.

Coming up slightly behind him, she touched his arm, “Harry?”

Harry startled a little, but quickly recovered. Turning to face Mrs. Granger he answered, “Yes
ma'am.”

Emma chuckled and shook her head once. “Harry, relax.” Turning him a little, so they were more
face-to-face she continued, “Harry that's the second precious gift you've given this
family.” Seeing the question in his eyes, Mrs. Granger went on. “I know you gave Hermione a gift at
Christmas; she still uses it by the way. But I'm talking about you giving her a birthday to
remember. You probably don't realize just how much that meant to her, and because I'm her
mother… to me also.”

Harry didn't know what to say, or how to respond, he just stood there and stared back.

“Harry what I'm trying to say is… thank you for being there for her. Thank you for being her
friend.”

The look of confusion in Harry's eyes was gone, replaced with one of honest determination.
“She's my best friend Mrs. Granger… I'll always be there for her.”

Mrs. Granger smile grew bigger, and with moist eyes she pulled Harry into a gentle embrace, “Of
that I have no doubt Harry.”

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AN: Names are a funny thing. I chose to give Hermione's parents, the first names of Daniel,
and Emma. Yes, I know it's cliché, but I don't care. I don't remember the very first
story I read that did this, but at the time, I liked it... so, I guess it just stuck. I also think,
it's a nice and simple acknowledgment to a pair of talented actors. While we are at it, and
even though it hasn't come up yet, I will use Jane, for Hermione's middle name. If the
*toad woman* ends up needing a middle name, I guess I'll use Jean.

AN2: A note about Hedwig. Supposedly, Snowy Owls don't `hoot' per say. They make a kind
of soft bark, or clicking noise. In checking JK's work, I found that she has Hedwig hooting. So
I'll probably use both, depending on which sounds the most appropriate at the time.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 3**

**Happy Birthday**

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For the next few days, Harry's routine went back to normal, up early to do chores, then off
to the Park. Later, back home to read and study. He still went to karate class three times a week,
and of course, he wrote to Hermione at least once, but usually twice a week. They continued the
game of, `what's your favorite, and a new one, `I bet you didn't know.'

It was fairly early Saturday morning, and Harry was out front working in the garden. Already
covered in sweat and dirt, Harry was hard at work pulling weeds. The Dursleys were all still
inside, so it was a curious Harry, who looked up when a car pulled into the drive. It only took a
moment before he recognized it. Surprised, Harry stood up and tried to wipe his hands clean.
Hermione was the first out, almost even before her dad had parked.

“Harry! Surprise!” Hermione yelled as she ran towards him.

“Hermione!” Harry yelled back just as excited, and started walking to meet her halfway, ready
for his hug. Suddenly, he stopped just a couple of feet short, “Hermione wait.” He said, holding up
his hands to hold her back. At her confused look, Harry added quickly, “Hermione I'm filthy,
and all sweaty. As much as I'd like a hug, I'm afraid you'd need a bath
afterwards.”

Hermione laughed, “Oh?” And then upon closer inspection, “I think you may be right,” but the
smile never left her face.

Harry smiled back, then turning to her parents, “Hello Dr. Granger, Mrs. Granger.”

Emma smiled, “Hello Harry.”

Dan looked around, the garden was in beautiful shape no doubt because of the efforts of Harry.
He was also fairly sure that no one in the house appreciated his hard work. It was barely ten
o'clock in the morning, and it was obvious Harry had already been working for several hours.
Meeting his eye, Dan gestured around, it looks great Harry, you've done a fine job.

Harry looked around quickly, no one had ever commented on his work before, and it felt nice,
“Thank you sir.” Harry then glanced at Hermione and Emma, “It's great to see you all again so
soon, but ah, what are you doing here?”

Emma smirked, while Hermione explained as if it should have been obvious, “Tomorrow is your
birthday.”

Dan walked up, “They've got a plan Harry, I suggest you just go with it.” Smiling, Dan
looked away towards the house, “Mr. Dursley home?”

Harry peeked over his shoulder, “Yes sir. They're inside.”

Dan could sense his apprehension, “Harry do you mind if I have a word with them?” Dan had a
vague idea of what Harry's home life was like, mostly from the subtle signs Harry unconsciously
gave off. He also remembered the conversation with his daughter about how they hated magic, and so
by association, him as well. Harry himself seemed to keep quiet about it, at least in front of him
and his wife. Another small sign of abuse, or at the very least a poor home life.

Harry took a moment to answer, “Ah, no sir… shall I fetch him for you?” He figured if they'd
come all this way, that he owed him at least that much.

“It's okay, I'll just go and knock.”

Vernon Dursley did not like being disturbed, especially on his days off. Hearing the knock at
the door he grumbled, “Who the ruddy hell…”

Dan was met by a red-faced over-weight angry man. “Mr. Dursley?”

“What's it to you?” Vernon spat.

Dan's impression of Harry's home life was falling rapidly, as well as his regard for Mr.
Dursley. “I'm Dr. Granger; I work in health services… may I come in?” He wasn't really
lying; dentistry was a part of health services, but he knew phrasing it that way would be more
intimidating.

Vernon stole a glance at Harry and the girls, “You always bring your family with you to
work?”

Dan smiled, it had worked. Mr. Dursley thought he was here in some official capacity. “Oh
I'm not working today… yet.” The `yet' part said softly but with a hint of suspicion.
“Harry and my daughter are friends you see.”

Vernon paled very slightly, but Dan noticed nevertheless. “We,” Dan looked back to his family
for a moment, “would like to take Harry for the weekend. We can have him back Sunday after dinner,
say around eight or nine?”

Vernon would have loved to have said no, but not knowing if Dr. Granger was a freak or not gave
him pause. His daughter most likely was if she was *his* friend. Chances were, both he and his
wife were too. However, even if they weren't, he didn't want any trouble with health
services. “Fine, you'll be taking him now I suppose?”

“That would be most helpful.” Dan's answer sounded more like a threat than a request.

Vernon grunted, “Send the boy in then; I'll have him clean up and then you lot can be
off.”

Without another word, Dan turned and walked over to Harry, “Looks like you're coming with
us. He wants a word first though Harry.” Dan couldn't help but smile after noticing the look on
Hermione's face.

Harry nodded, and quickly made his way over to his uncle, “Sir.”

Contempt in his eyes, Vernon leaned down slightly and whispered to Harry, “You'll be on your
best behavior, and you will not speak badly of this family. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Go wash up, and be quick.”

oOoOo

As Harry slid into the back seat next to Hermione, she took his hand without even thinking about
it. “Now that you're clean, you owe me a hug.”

“Sure.” Harry grinned through a small blush. “Well this is a nice surprise, being rescued from
the Dursleys.” He said trying to start a conversation, and ease his embarrassment.

“Oh, you think we rescued you?” Hermione smirked.

Harry shrugged, “Well yeah, anything is better than being there.”

Dan had been listening to their banter, and decided to chime in. “Harry my boy, I don't know
how to break this to you.” Harry gave him his complete attention, as this sounded serious. “You
see, they…” Dan ticked his head towards his smiling wife and daughter, “they have it all planned
out. I'd say we'd be lucky to survive till dinner.”

Harry was only mildly concerned, he trusted Hermione after all. That didn't mean he
wasn't totally confused though, and his face must have shown it.

While Hermione kept smirking, it was clear she was on the verge of bursting out in laughter. It
was Emma, who answered his unasked question. “Daniel really! Harry don't listen to him,
we're going to have a great time. Hermione told me she already read through all her books
twice. Therefore, I figured you might have also… so we,” she nodded to Hermione, “thought it would
be a good idea to go to Diagon Alley a little early, and do a bit of shopping.”

Harry glanced at Hermione; she was almost bouncing in the seat with excitement. This was one of
the things he liked about her; she had so much enthusiasm. She was always full of energy. Looking
at Dr. Granger in the mirror, Harry said, “Oh, well that doesn't sound like a… bad thing.”

After his experiences in the military, then dental school, and even after standing by his
wife's side, when she gave birth to Hermione, Daniel Granger wasn't afraid of much. Now
however, he grimaced as he spoke, “Harry… you do realize, there's no such thing as… *a
bit* of shopping.” After taking a long breath he continued, “Obviously, you've never been
shopping with *them**,* before.”

It was true; Harry had never gone shopping with them. In fact, he'd never been shopping with
any girls before. Harry still couldn't see the problem. Maybe Hermione's father was just
unusually adverse to it or something. With a small unsure smile, Harry said, “I still think
it'd be better than staying home. I don't mind giving it a try.”

Hermione squeezed his hand, “Daddy's just teasing Harry, it'll be fun. He may not like
it, but I'll bet you will.”

Harry relaxed, “Yeah, why not.”

oOoOo

Diagon Alley still amazed both Harry and Hermione, but it was the two older Grangers that were
especially awed. They made a quick stop at Gringotts for gold, and so Harry could arrange to make
sure that Kim continued to get paid. Then they were off to buy everything they would need for the
coming year. New robes, potion ingredients, and of course books; loads of books! Hermione always
wanted to buy extra books, and this year to her pleasant surprise, so did Harry.

“Oh no! I'm afraid I've turned Harry Potter into a bookworm.” Hermione laughed, after
noticing several additional books in his arms that were not on the school list.

Harry gave her a stern look for a moment, and then broke into laughter himself, “Yeah well,
it's only fair.”

“How's that Harry?” Emma asked.

“Well… you see… I may have turned Hermione into a bit of a rule breaker last year.”

Hermione put on her most innocent face, while Mrs. Granger turned to her daughter, “Is that
so?”

“I can't imagine what he's talking about.” Hermione said with the most serious of
expressions on her face.

“I don't believe imagination has anything to do with it.”

Dan and Harry shared a look, both knew Emma wasn't really scandalized. They also knew,
Hermione had a very good idea of what Harry was talking about. Dan figured if Harry had brought it
up, then there couldn't be much to it, he was sure he'd hear all about it someday.

oOoOo

After lunch, a few hours later, Harry again slid into the back seat next to Hermione. Leaning a
little closer he whispered, “That wasn't so bad, you were right, I did enjoy myself.”

Dan's hearing was excellent, “It's not over yet Harry.”

Harry looked up confused and surprised, “Hun?”

Hermione and her mother just laughed.

oOoOo

Stopping in front of a huge building, (one that might actually make Hogwarts look small in
comparison) had Harry staring in awe.

“Harrods of London,” Dan started, as he too peered up at the massive structure. “Feared by
mortal man for eons.” Then as if only now remembering Harry was present, “I wonder,” he said,
turning to look at him, “how will a wizard fair?”

“Honey will you stop with all the drama already,” Emma chastised.

“Just stay close Harry, and keep your eyes open, and you just might make it through this.” Dan
said, completely ignoring his wife.

Harry flashed a bright smile; he knew Dan was having fun. “Yes sir. I'll follow your
lead.”

Dan looked at Harry and smiled back, he had an ally. “Right then, together, into the
trenches.”

Emma shook her head while trying to hold back her laughter. She knew when her husband got like
this, it was best not to encourage him. Especially now that it seemed he had another male to
interact with.

Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed, “Honestly daddy, you make it sound worse than the Great
War.”

Shopping at the huge department store didn't take nearly as long as Diagon alley, mainly
because there was no book department. Also they were there mostly to buy clothes for Harry,
although they did pick up a few things for Hermione. Dan and Emma insisted on paying for
Harry's things, calling it an early birthday present.

Harry was a little concerned at the amount of money the Grangers were spending on him. “Mrs.
Granger, this is brilliant and all, but… don't you think it might be a bit much? This is going
to cost a fortune.”

“Harry, a couple of pairs of pants, and a few shirts is not going to cost a fortune. It will be
fine.” Seeing that he was still not convinced, and still a bit apprehensive, she added, “Besides,
this is not all for your benefit.” Emma glanced pointedly at Hermione. Her daughter was having more
fun than anyone else was, picking out clothes for Harry.

Harry watched Hermione, she was on a mission. He had always felt somewhat ashamed of his
clothes, but for some reason he never got around to doing anything about it. Like so many other
things between them, Hermione picked up the slack where he left off. Harry knew she wasn't
ashamed of him, or the way he dressed. That wasn't the reason. No, she did it because she knew
he needed it, it was one small problem she could fix, so she took it upon herself to do this for
him. Looking back at Mrs. Granger, “Okay… but please, don't let her get too carried away,” he
said with a smile.

oOoOo

“Hermione dear, why don't you help Harry get settled into the guest room while I see about
dinner.”

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Harry's face after hearing what
her mother had just said, “Sure mum. Come on Harry.”

Harry obediently followed Hermione up the stairs. After putting away the few things he had in
the closet, Harry turned to find Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed watching him. “Hermione,
you knew?”

“Of course Harry, it was my idea,” Hermione replied with a grin.

Harry looked around; the bedroom was so much different from his back on privet drive. It was
quite a bit more spacious, and had a large window that lit the room brightly. The room was clean
and well furnished. In short, it was everything Harry's room back home, was not.

Hermione continued to watch Harry as he took in his surroundings. He looked so serious, almost
concerned, she was starting to worry, “Harry, you alright?”

Harry turned to Hermione and noticed her concern, “Oh, yeah I'm fine.” While Harry glanced
around again, he added softly, “It's just such a great room. I… I can't believe I get to
sleep here tonight.”

Hermione troubled her lower lip for a moment before hopping up and latching onto him. “Oh
Harry,” she whispered into his shoulder. Sometimes she forgot just how fortunate she was. She knew
Harry's home life was terrible, and although she had never seen his bedroom, she never thought
it could be so bad that he would be amazed by their simple guestroom.

Harry quickly realized why she was upset, “Hermione it's okay, really,” he said, as he
awkwardly patted her back trying to comfort her.

Hermione pulled herself together with a single thought. She would try to do whatever she could
to help make his life a little more bearable. Letting go, she squared her shoulders, grabbed his
hand and with a half smile said, “Come on Harry, let's see how dinners coming.”

Harry, glad that she had finally made peace with her thoughts, again let her lead him by the
hand down to dinner.

oOoOo

Emma Granger watched with interest as Harry sampled each slice of pizza. Earlier, she had asked
Hermione if she knew what Harry might like for dinner. Her daughter had told her that his favorite
was pizza, probably some sort of combination of sausage, pepperoni, onions, and maybe tomatoes.
When she had asked Hermione what she meant by `probably', her daughter hesitated, and only
continued when pressed to explain.

“Harry's never actually had pizza mum, he's only seen it… that is, when the
Dursley's eat it.” Never in her life had she heard of such a cruel act been inflicted on a
child. She wanted to believe that maybe Hermione was exaggerating, but now, seeing Harry savor the
taste as if this was his very last meal on earth… she knew. Hermione had not exaggerated, if
anything she had understated his situation.

“So Harry, tomorrow you'll be fourteen, what would you like to do?” Dan asked.

“Oh, well, I'm actually fine with staying right here.” Harry began, then seeing their look
of surprise, “You all have done so much already, shopping, new clothes, and now dinner. This is by
far the best birthday I've ever had.” Harry looked down for a moment to get his emotions under
control. He raised his head and added in a soft but sincere voice, “Thank you.”

Hermione who was sitting right next to him took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze,
“You're welcome Harry.”

If the Grangers could have had a second child, both agreed that they would have loved to have
had a son. As Dan sat finishing his dinner and watching both Harry and Hermione, he couldn't
help but feel something for the boy. What a waste he thought, surely there were plenty of families
that would have cherished the chance to have raised him. To of had a chance, to have a son in the
family was something he could appreciate. Dan Granger came to the conclusion, that the
Dursley's were not only mean and cruel, but also stupid and foolish as well.

Dan knew he could not make up for the years of neglect, but he could help now. “Harry, I
don't know about you, but I'd like to get out tomorrow. There must be somewhere you
haven't gone, someplace you'd like to see. Perhaps there's something you've heard
about and would like to try.”

Looking around, Harry could tell the whole family wanted him to say yes to something. Hermione
in particular, she almost had a pleading look about her. With his gaze locked on her, he said,
“Well, I've never been to the beach. I hear it's quite fun… you know, all that water.”

Hermione was again squeezing his hand, and this time she didn't let go. “Oh, that would be
fun Harry, it's been ages since I've gone.” Turning to her father, “What do you think
daddy, can we go?”

oOoOo

The next morning Harry woke after spending a wonderful night in the biggest, and the most
comfortable bed he had ever slept in. At first, he thought maybe he was experiencing his first
earthquake, but as slept left his cloudy mind, he realized someone was jumping on his bed.

Hermione stopped bouncing and sat down, when she noticed Harry starting to stir. “Morning Harry,
happy birthday!” She beamed.

Harry yawned, and slipped his glasses on, then through blurry eyes he managed, “Morning
Hermione,” though without nearly as much enthusiasm.

Hermione laughed at his disheveled look. “Oh, did I wake you?” She asked in her most innocent
voice.

Harry smiled, “No, not at all, been up for hours.”

“Great, then get up and get ready, breakfast is almost on the table.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, as Hermione leapt off his bed and practically raced downstairs.

oOoOo

Twenty minutes later, showered and dressed, Harry entered the kitchen. Sitting at the table was
Dr. Granger, reading the paper and enjoying a cup of coffee. The sight that caught Harry's eyes
though, was Hermione at the stove. She was wearing an apron, and carefully tending to something in
a pan. Her mother was nearby, keeping an eye on her, ready to help if needed.

Hermione always put forth her best effort in everything she did. Harry of course knew this, but
is still amazed him. She was trying so hard to make this breakfast perfect. It was only a meal
after all.

Dan looked up, “Ah Harry, have a seat, coffee?”

“No thank you sir,” then turning to Mrs. Granger, “do you need a hand, can I help?”

Hermione, surprised by Harry's appearance so soon let out a little, “Eep!”

Emma, looking over her shoulder, “Of course not Harry, don't be silly, it's your
birthday. Take a seat and have some juice, or coffee.” Looking back at her daughter, she added,
“Hermione is almost done with the eggs, we'll eat in a minute.”

A moment later, Hermione turned away from the stove and brought with her a pan full of scrambled
eggs. Her mum brought a platter of bacon, and a second plate with some toast.

Together they sat down, Hermione next to Harry, and Emma next to her husband. Emma smiled as she
poured herself some coffee. Hermione just sat still, as if waiting for permission to start, with a
slight look of concern on her face.

Harry touched her hand. “All right, Hermione?”

Hermione half smiled for just a second, “Ah, oh yes, I'm fine.”

“She's just a little nervous Harry,” Emma jumped in with a smirk, “her first time cooking
breakfast and all.”

Hermione turned red, “Mum,” she hissed, clearly embarrassed.

That's when Harry figured it out. She had made breakfast for him. That's why she looked
a little lost at the stove. That's why she was so nervous. She was waiting to see if he liked
it.

Harry reached out and took a helping of eggs, then some bacon and toast. Without hesitation, he
tucked in. Careful to swallow first, he turned to Hermione, “Its brilliant Hermione.” Seeing that
she was still uncertain, “Really… it's perfect.”

Dan nodded in agreement, although he was quite certain, that at the moment, his opinion
didn't carry much weight.

Hermione's features relaxed, and the worried look on her face turned into a bright smile.
“Thanks Harry.” She said before tucking in herself.

Emma smiled, she knew this was important to Hermione, and was glad Harry had noticed.

As soon as breakfast was over, Hermione ran out and brought back a few presents while her mum
cleaned up. Dumbledore sent him a book, and Hagrid sent some rock cake. Harry laughed, and when
Hermione looked at him with a brow raised, he showed her the cakes and said, “Good thing I know a
dentist.” There were also two cards, one from the Weasleys, and to his surprise, one from the
Longbottoms

.

“Well it's a bit of a drive, so why don't you two get ready, and I'll pack the car,”
Dan said as he got up to talk to his wife.

oOoOo

Harry stood at the edge of the bluff staring out over the great expanse of the Atlantic Ocean.
It went on for as far as the eye could see, seemingly forever. There was an unnatural pull, to
venture out, to see what lie beyond the horizon. *`It m**ust be what attracts men to*
*the* *sea,**'* Harry mused. But it was also calming, he hadn't felt this
relaxed since last year during Christmas holiday while staying in the Castle virtually alone.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Hermione asked softly.

“Yes,” answered Harry, as he continued to stare straight ahead, “and peaceful.”

Hermione stole a quick glance at him, “Yes… very.” In that instant, she understood how he felt.
His life was full of turmoil, always in a state of upheaval. Yet here, for a small moment in time,
all was at rest. Order replaced the chaos that normally sought him out. She stood next to him,
leaning slightly against his side, content to share this moment… this eternity, with him.

Dan and Emma sat on a little bench a short ways back and watched the interaction. Sharing a
look, they both knew without saying a word. They may only be best friends, but their friendship was
far deeper than most. And it was only now just starting to bloom.

As it warmed up, Hermione slipped off her shorts, and pulled her tank top off to reveal and
modest blue one-piece bathing suit. Feeling a tiny bit self-conscious, she wrapped a short cover up
around her waist. She could tell Harry was trying not to stare, but was still getting quite an eye
full. Feeling turnabout was only fair play, “Harry, you are wearing your trunks aren't you?”
Hoping he'd get the hint.

Harry had the decency to blush slightly, “Yeah, sorry, I was…ah…”

Hermione let him off the hook with a smile, “It's okay, but hurry up, I want to see how warm
the water is.” Harry quickly took off his jeans and threw them on the growing pile of clothes.
Hermione couldn't help but notice his reluctance to remove his shirt though. Moving to stand in
front of him, she asked gently, “Harry?”

Harry stopped and stood frozen in place. He should have known Hermione would notice his
hesitation. At first, he was just going to leave his shirt on, but then he'd been caught
looking at Hermione. He hadn't meant to stare, but he had never seen a girl with so little on
before, and certainly not Hermione.

Now he felt like a hypocrite for trying to stay covered, even though his reasons were different.
Seeing the genuine concern in her eyes only made it worse. How would she feel about him after she
saw? Would she think differently of him, treat him different? Realizing she was still waiting for a
reply he started, “Hermione, I… there's something…” Harry sighed and looked down frustrated
unable to find the words he wanted.

Hermione moved closer and touched his arm, “Harry, whatever it is… it's okay, I'll
understand.”

Harry looked back up, “No one has ever seen… seen…” then without saying another word, Harry
grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled up and over his head removing it.

A little surprised by his abrupt action, Hermione stepped back slightly, then wondering what
could possibly be the problem, she looked down at Harry's chest. Nothing looked out of the
ordinary; Harry looked just like she imagined any other normal fourteen-year-old boy would look
like, maybe just a little underweight. Raising an eyebrow, she opened her mouth to speak, but
stopped as Harry slowly started to turn around. Letting out a small gasp, Hermione's hands flew
to cover her mouth. Crisscrossing Harry's back were the remains of scars inflicted many years
ago. They were healed now, but it was obvious they would probably never fade completely. They
reminded her of the same kind of wounds a sailor of old might have received while lashed to the
mast of a sailing ship and flogged for his crimes. Harry however, was a child. How could anyone
justify doing that to him even now, yet alone a couple of years earlier? They couldn't, not and
still be human. Just what kind of hell on earth had Harry lived through? She would find out,
someday, but not today. He honestly needed her to understand, not to interrogate him. He needed her
comfort, not her pity. Hermione moved forward.

Harry stood motionless, waiting, staring at the sea. Any moment now, after the shock had worn
off, she would start asking questions. There would be a righteous fire in her eyes, and she would
demand justice. He really couldn't blame her; his life was so much different from hers, how
could she possibly understand?

Harry jumped a little at her touch. She had said nothing, instead she had stood right behind him
and touched his shoulder. She gently traced one of the many scars with the tips of her fingers.
Harry closed his eyes, no one had ever seen his back before, except for the Dursleys of course.
Hermione hadn't said a word, she didn't scream about the injustice, or howl in outrage. She
hadn't recoiled in horror. Maybe… maybe she did understand.

Hermione ran her hand down the cruel mark and back up again. Then after a moment to collect
herself, she gently urged him to turn around. Facing each other, Hermione stared into his pain
filled eyes, “Harry… don't be ashamed, you've done nothing to deserve this.”

His voice cracked as he asked, “How can you be so sure?”

She took his hands in hers, and while shaking hers head slowly said, “What could you, or any
child have possibly done to deserve something like this? Besides Harry… I know you.”

Harry closed his eyes and in a whisper barely audible said, “Thank you.”

Emma and Dan had seen the scars too, if only from a distance. It was another small piece of the
puzzle that was Harry Potter. Emma also couldn't help noticing how it was the little things he
seemed to enjoy the most. Things most people would take for granted. *`Maybe because he never got
to enjoy them before,'* Emma thought, remembering dinner last night.

They spent the whole day at the beach. Harry and Hermione played in the water, and chased each
other up and down the beach. A small restaurant served them lunch outside on a patio, and later the
group just laid about on the sand, soaking up the warm sunshine. Finally, as late afternoon
approached, and it started to cool down, it was time to leave.

oOoOo

Hermione released Harry from her hug, “Remember, I'll see you again in about three weeks, in
Kim's class.”

Harry smiled, “I'll remember, and Hermione… thanks, I had a great time.”

Hermione had nearly cried, she'd had some pretty lousy birthdays herself (though she was
sure none were as bad as his) so she had a fairly good idea how he felt. “You're welcome Harry;
I had a great time too.”

“Dr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, thank you again for having me over, and for all the gifts.”

After Emma finished giving him a hug, Dan reached out to shack his hand, “You're welcome
Harry, we're just glad you had a good time.”

“The best sir, I don't think I'll ever forget this day.”

Harry stood on the walk and waved goodbye as they drove off, Hermione's face, plastered to
the rear window.

Prior to this year, Harry had never really given much thought to birthdays. But after seeing the
look on Hermione's face last September, and now, knowing first-hand what it's like to have
someone recognize your special day, Harry had decided he would try to remember all of his friends
on their birthdays. With that thought in mind, Harry sat down at his desk, he had a few thank-you
letters to write, and an apology for missing Neville's birthday.

oOoOo

Neither Vernon nor his aunt Petunia, had been happy about his absence, knowing he'd have a
good time, instead of doing his chores around the house. Harry had almost missed karate on his
first Monday back because of all the extra work they'd given him. Finally, by the end of the
week, he'd caught up, and things had returned to normal.

Harry and Hermione continued to exchange letters about twice a week. They talked about all kinds
of things, and even keep their, *I bet you didn't know* game going. In one of his letters,
Harry had asked, what was the happiest and saddest thing about last year? He had smiled when she
wrote back that helping him to save Sirius and Buckbeak, was definitely the happiest. He was
surprised however, to learn just how upset Ron had made her with his accusations about Scabbers.
She never told anyone before, but she had cried herself to sleep a couple of times, because of what
Ron had said. Harry vowed to himself to try and not let anything like that happen again.

oOoOo

A week and a half later, Thursday, August 11, was Ginny's thirteenth birthday. Harry knew
because he had asked everyone in the letters he sent out after his own birthday.

.

.

Dear Ginny,

Happy birthday, I hope you're having a good time. I would normally ask you to save me a
piece of cake, but with Ron there, I know I would be asking the impossible. I'm sorry I
don't have a gift to send along for you. It's very hard to get out during summer, but if
you'll take a rain check, I'll try and make it up to you this Christmas. Thanks again for
my birthday card. Oh and asked that brother of yours why he hasn't written. Well, I'd
better go, I'll see you at school.

Harry.

.

.

oOoOo

Harry was so busy time seemed to fly by. There was barely a week to go before school started,
but what he was really looking forward to, was seeing Hermione again. In just three days, they
would meet at Kim's dojo near Harry's house. It was to be their last class of the summer,
but also, they would test for their yellow belt. Both of them had worked very hard, and were quite
excited about the prospect of moving up a class level.

Having just sent Hedwig off with a letter to Hermione, Harry was still sitting at his desk when
pig arrived. Flying through the still open window, the overexcited little owl zoomed about until
Harry was finally able to catch him. “Well little fella let's see what you've got.” Harry
carefully untied the letter then put the tiny owl on Hedwig's perch to rest.

.

.

Harry,

Great news, we're going to the Quidditch World Cup. Ireland versus Bulgaria, it's going
to be brilliant. Be ready to go by noon, dad will pick you up tomorrow.

Ron.

.

.

Harry sat the letter down and leaned back in his chair. A chance to go to the World Cup, he
could only imagine how exciting that would be. He loved Quidditch, maybe not as much as Ron did,
but still, and he'd get to see some top-notch teams in action.

A thought suddenly interrupted his growing euphoria, Hermione, could she go? Would she want to
go? Without a doubt, Harry knew she would. `*She'd go because Ron and I wanted to**,*
*regardless of whether she really wanted to or not*.' That last thought bothered Harry.
`*She's always doing something for us, putting us first, putting me first*.' All he
had to do was remember last year, `*heck even this summer!**'* Ron couldn't even
bring himself to write!

Realization hit home like a thunderclap. How many times had he ignored her feelings, or needs?
How many times had he been selfish? `*Too many,'* a guilty voice inside his head said.
Sure, he had done nice things for her, but only if they did not conflict with his own needs or
desires. Reaching for a piece of parchment Harry started his letter to Ron.

.

.

Ron,

That does sound great, and I know you'll have a good time. However, I'm afraid I
can't go. Please tell your dad, so he doesn't waste his time coming over here for nothing.
I know you think nothing could be more important than Quidditch, but for me, there is. No I'm
not crazy, and no the Dursleys had nothing to do with my decision. You see mate, I already have
plans for the last week before school, plans I don't want to change. Please try to understand.
I'll see you soon at King's Cross.

Harry.

.

.

oOoOo

Hermione sat on the floor next to the back wall of Kim's dojo, the one near Harry's
house. She almost hadn't come, but decided this was easier than explaining to her father why
she didn't want to see Harry. Of course, she wanted to see Harry, but her father would assume
otherwise if she tried to change her plans at the last minute. After reading her letter from Ron,
inviting her to join him and Harry for a trip to the World Cup, she knew that Harry wouldn't be
here. After all, who would turn down a chance like that? This was only a karate class; there was
just no comparison. Sure, it was their last class for the summer, and yes they were going to test
for a new belt, but it still paled next to the Quidditch World Cup. When she hadn't heard from
Harry, she figured Harry probably just felt a little guilty about ditching their last class, or
maybe Harry just assumed she would join them at the Cup. Hermione had honestly thought about
skipping class also, but later decided not to, for two reasons. One, she really only liked watching
Quidditch when Ron or Harry were playing. Secondly, she thought Harry would have a better time
without her there to remind him about missing their last class.

“Galleon for your thoughts,” Harry whispered in Hermione's ear as he sat down next to
her.

Hermione let out a startled yelp. She had been so lost in thought; she hadn't even seen
Harry come in, yet alone approach her. “Harry!” She gasped in surprise.

Harry part confused, and part surprised, answered, “Yes… you were expecting someone else?” Harry
watched as Hermione's emotions ran the gamut from surprised, to shocked, to confused, and
finally, to happiness.

“I… I didn't expect to see you. What are you doing here? Why aren't you with Ron?”

“Hermione, I told you I'd be here.”

“Yes I know, but that was before the World Cup… surely…”

“There'll be others,” he smirked.

“But you love the Quidditch, and you haven't seen Ron…”

“Hermione stop. Look, Ron only wrote last night, one days notice. He didn't even ask, he
just assumed I'd go, `Be ready by noon,' he said.” Smiling, Harry took one of her hands and
squeezed it, “We've been working towards this all summer. I know this is important to you,
it's important to me also, and I know part of you is doing it for me. Yeah the World Cup would
have been great to see, and I'm sure it would have fun, but this came first.” Harry gestured
around the room, “This is important; it could really help someday.”

Looking around, Hermione tried to gather her thoughts. If she was honest with herself, she was
glad Harry had chosen to come here instead, but it had been a huge sacrifice on his part. Then
there was Ron, he was sure to be mad at both of them.

Turning back and looking Harry in the eye, she could see he meant every word he had said.
Finally, she smiled and squeezed his hand back, “Thank you Harry, and you're right, this is
important to me, but more importantly I'm just happy you choose to come here.”

oOoOo

Three hours later, two sweaty students sat and waited for Hermione's father to come and pick
her up. Originally, Dan had planned on being there to watch his daughter take her test, but at the
last minute he was called into his office for a minor emergency.

“Oh, I almost forgot… here,” Harry said, after reaching into his gym bag and pulling out a small
set of books.

With a clever look on her face, Hermione asked, “So, what did you think of them? Did you like
them?”

“It sure didn't take long to get hooked on them, that's for sure. And yeah, of course I
did, I loved them.”

Hermione smiled, *Lord of the Rings* were some of her favorite books, and she had hoped
Harry would enjoy reading it as well. “I'm glad you liked it Harry.”

“You know, we could have fun talking about it around the others, I doubt many would know of
it.”

“Don't be a git Harry,” Hermione laughed. She did however like the idea that she and Harry
had something special they could talk about. This could be something that they had shared in
common, like Ron and Harry shared Quidditch. “It would be fun to discuss it though, you know, maybe
talk about some of the differences between the story and our world.”

Harry laughed too, “Yeah I know.”

“Hello pumpkin, Harry. Well, how did you two do?” Dan Granger asked, interrupting them.

Hermione jumped up beaming, “Look!” She twirled around, to show off her new yellow belt.

“I had no doubt... sorry, I missed it though,” turning to Harry, “and…”

Harry smiled, “Hello Dr. Granger.” He held up his newly acquired yellow belt in his hand, unlike
Hermione, who was actually wearing hers.

“Excellent, well done, both of you.” He made a point to look both of them in the eye as he
congratulated them.

oOoOo

A few days later found Harry waiting anxiously on the Muggle side of platform nine and three
quarters, waiting for Hermione. He didn't have to wait long though, and soon both he and a
cheerful Hermione were waving goodbye to her parents.

“Think we should wait for Ron if he's not here yet?” Harry asked nervously, not sure how he
would react after they had turned down their invites to the Burrow this summer.

Biting her lip for a second before answering in typical Hermione fashion, “Yes, we don't
want him to think we don't care. We may have hurt his feelings too, so we need to reassure him
as soon as possible.”

Harry nodded his understanding, Hermione had it figured out as usual, he let her do all the
talking if possible.

Immediately after stepping through the barrier, they came face-to-face with their other best
friend, and he looked more than just a little miffed!

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
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profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 4**

**Back to** **School**

**.**

Harry and Hermione entered the platform, and stopped abruptly, all around them the chaos of
hundreds of students, as they made ready to board the train. Directly in front of them however
stood Ron, anger clearly marking his face, he'd been waiting for them. Before either Harry or
Hermione said a word, he spoke.

“So, too busy to come to the Burrows. Too busy to see the World Cup!” He turned his harsh glare
on Hermione, “This looks like your doing.”

Harry stole a glance at Hermione, she clearly looked upset, maybe even slightly hurt at the
harsh accusation. *`Not even on the train yet and already picking on Hermione.'* with that
thought, Harry changed his mind about letting Hermione do all the talking and spoke up, “Look
who's talking mate, you were too busy to even write a letter.” Harry's temper was starting
to rise.

“Write a letter, how in the bloody hell does that compare. Idle chitchat, all that is.”

“Well, if you had bothered to write, you'd have known what we were up to, and why we were so
busy.” Harry's voice loud enough now, to start drawing attention, “And, if you had written
sooner about the World Cup instead of waiting to the last minute, we might have been able to make
other plans.” Harry was getting more and more worked up, “Don't you think we'd have liked
to have gone?”

Ron just stared at Harry, then turned to Hermione, his face turning redder, “We?”

Now it was Hermione's turn to get mad, although she controlled her temper better than Harry.
Ron's tone implied something negative or improper, “Yes Ronald, we. Harry and I both enrolled
in a Muggle class this summer. The same class, but at two different schools. We… had our final test
the very next day after the World Cup.”

Turning to Harry and completely ignoring Hermione, “Let me get this straight, you skived off
going to the Quidditch World Cup… for some stupid Muggle thing?”

Before Harry could answer, Hermione took two steps forward to stand directly in front of Ron.
“Stupid! Muggle! Thing!” Accenting each word with a sharp jab of her finger to his chest.

Seeing they were really starting to draw a crowd, and to try and show some support for Hermione,
Harry stepped up behind her and touched her elbow to let her know he was there.

Ron looking down now at Hermione, “Well that's just bloody mental, and you know it.”

Hermione's eyes flashed with anger, “First, you should watch your language, and second, I
know no such thing.”

“Oi, you're not my mother, don't…”

No one saw Mrs. Weasley approach, but they heard her, “No she's not… but I am. Furthermore,
she's right; you will watch your language or spend the whole trip to Hogwarts with soap in your
mouth. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma'am,” came Ron's startled reply.

“Good, now get on the train, and mind your temper. I'm sure after the three of you cool
down, you'll work this out.”

Ron turned and left without another word.

“I'm sorry dears, he was terribly disappointed when neither of you came by.” Holding up her
hand to stop any response, she went on, “Missing a Quidditch game is not the end of the world, and
as you pointed out Harry, he didn't give you much time to change your plans. I told him to
write as soon as we got the tickets; but you know him about as well as me I suppose. Anyway,
it's good to see you both, and Harry, don't think I haven't noticed the Dursleys are
feeding you better, that's good. Now, best get a move on, don't want to miss the train… off
you go.”

It was a slightly bewildered Harry and Hermione who waved one last goodbye before boarding the
train.

Making their way down the corridor while looking for a compartment, they ran into the Patil
twins. "Hello Padma, Parvati," Hermione said smiling.

"Hello Hermione, Harry..." Padma trailed off, as she scrutinized Harry, and then
Hermione. "Harry, is it me, or did you do something different to yourself this
summer?"

"What do you mean, I..."

Padma and Parvati were now both eyeing Harry and Hermione. Parvati smiled, "Not just Harry,
you too Hermione. You both look... nice, hum no, better... oh I don't know, you
look..."

"You both look great!" Padma finished for her sister, with a wicked smile.

“Ah, thanks,” Harry answered sheepishly.

“Yeah, thanks,” added Hermione with a bright smile. She then gently grabbed Harry by the arm and
started pulling him away, “Come on Harry, or we'll never find a compartment.” As they walked
away, she said over her shoulder, “Bye…We'll talk later, kay?”

oOoOo

Hermione had been reading one of her new course books, since shortly after pulling out of
King's Cross. It was about a half-hour later when she looked up to see what Harry was doing. He
was just sitting there, staring out the window, obviously upset about Ron. She was just about to
say something when their compartment door opened. Turning, she found Ginny standing there with a
grin on her face.

“Hey guys.”

Hermione smiled, “Hi Ginny, how was your summer?”

Harry gave her a nod hello. Glad that she and Hermione had become friends.

"Oh it was okay, not nearly as good as last summer, what with going to Egypt and all."
Smiling a little brighter, she added, “But the World Cup was good…best part really…Too bad you
missed it.” Her smile faltered a little as she went on, "Look, I'll admit I was a little
disappointed that neither of you made it the Burrow this summer, but I think I understand why. Ron
said something about a Muggle class you both took or something. Anyway, we can talk about it later
if you want."

"Of course we do," Hermione answered without hesitation. Harry again nodding in
agreement.

"Great... well I had better get back." Then turning to look at someone standing in the
hallway just out of view, her look became stern. She put her hands on her hips and with a dangerous
look said, "Well... don't just stand there!" Then moved aside.

A moment later, Ron peeked around the corner of the door. The look on his face no longer one of
anger. He genuinely looked scared, most likely of his sister. "Hey..." he said in a weak
voice.

Harry and Hermione shared a quick look, then after turning back to Ron, they both broke out
laughing.

Ron's disposition quickly changed back to anger again and both Harry and Hermione promptly
stopped laughing.

"Look mate, I'm sorry for laughing," Harry started with a smile slowly returning,
"but the look on your face after what Ginny said... well, it was like she was channeling your
mum or something."

Hermione smiled, "Oh come on Ron, it was funny. Now come on and sit down so we can
talk."

Ron stumbled forward after a shove from his sister. She shut the door and left. Ron glared after
her for a moment, then slowly sat down but said nothing. Finally, after a few minutes of tense
silence he spoke. "Sorry about earlier," he began softly, "I know I overreacted, I
was just so... mad I guess."

Hermione glanced at Harry, she knew this was mostly between them, so with a look, told him;
she'd stay out of it... at least for now.

Harry gave her a quick smile, thanking her. Then leaned forward resting his forearms on his
knees as he began to talk to Ron.

"Ron, I tried to tell you in my letters. This summer I changed... I... I didn't just
want to sit around all summer... doing nothing. I didn't want to waste all that time. I decided
to try and make a change, make the best of the situation." Harry could tell Ron was trying to
understand, but was still not quite getting it. "I worked out a deal with the Dursley's, I
would do my chores first thing in the morning, and would eat my own food. This gave me some free
time in the afternoon. I started working out, and eventually started going to those Muggle classes
Hermione told you about. I also worked on my schoolwork," Harry half laughed, "I actually
got ahead."

Ron chuckled, "Well I guess now, I can go to you for help if Hermione's busy."

"Look Ron, I'm sorry... we're sorry," Harry gestured to Hermione. "We
didn't know you had tickets, heck we didn't even know about the World Cup."

Ron looked pensive for a moment, "Well I guess I can't blame you, if you didn't
know."

Hermione glared at him, irritated he hadn't even acknowledged his part in the situation.

Harry noticed her look, and knowing what was common, gave her arm a gentle squeeze, telling her
it wasn't worth getting upset about. Then turning back to Ron, "So, we okay
then?"

Ron smiled, "Yeah, we're good."

Hermione shook her head slightly and muttered softly to herself, "Boys," before
returning to her book.

oOoOo

Although both Harry and Hermione were surprised by just how upset Ron had been, it was nothing
compared to the surprise Dumbledore had just given the school.

“I'm sure it's quite an honor for Dumbledore to have his school chosen to host the
Triwizard Tournament.” Hermione said softly, “It's too bad they had to cancel Quidditch and
all. Will you miss it terribly?” She asked, looking at Ron and Harry.

"Well it is a shame canceling Quidditch," Ron started, "but this tournament does
sound wicked."

Harry was also disappointed about not being able to play Quidditch, but at the same time excited
to see something new. "Yeah, can't wait to hear what it's all about."

"Yeah... or for it to start."

Harry just nodded, then turning to the girl sitting next to him, "What do you think
Hermione?"

She smiled at their enthusiasm. "Well, it does sound interesting, testing one's skill
and abilities. I just hope it's not barbaric." Looking thoughtful she added, "I guess
we'll know more in a couple of days when the Headmaster announces the rules and such."

As soon as Hermione stopped talking, a flash of light from above caught their attention. The
three of them tilted their heads back to look at the ceiling, which had started to act strangely.
More and more students were turning their attention to it. Meanwhile, nobody had noticed the
unusual stranger who had entered the Hall from a back corner. That changed a moment later, when he
fired a spell up into the rafters. The ceiling settled down, and immediately returned to
normal.

"Who do you suppose that is?" Asked Seamus.

Harry, and the others turned to look.

"I think it's Mad-Eye Moody," answered Ron.

"Alastor Moody, the Auror?" Hermione asked... *`Is the Headmaster expecting
trouble?'* The last thought she keep to herself.

Dumbledore appeared to welcome the man, then he turned to address the school interrupting any
further conversation or thought on the matter. "May I have your attention please." The
Hall quickly quieted down. "I'll keep this brief since I hate to interrupt your
dinner." Gesturing towards the weathered looking old wizard standing next to him, "May I
introduce, Alastor Moody, our new defense against the dark arts professor."

As the Hall gave a welcoming round of warm applause, Harry leaned over and whispered in
Hermione's ear, "Looks like he's been on the receiving end of one too many dark
spells."

Hermione could only nod her head in agreement, and the thought caused a shiver to run down her
spine.

oOoOo

Saturday finally arrived; it was barely noon, and yet the Great Hall was already packed.
Students could hardly wait for lunch to finish, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron were no different.
Today was the day Dumbledore promised to say more about the Tournament.

"I don't know why he can't just start already."

"Honestly Ron," Hermione huffed, "some of us would like to be able to pay
attention and take notes, can't do that and eat at the same time."

"Take notes, Hermione this isn't class, you don't take notes."

"I can take notes if I..."

"Don't be..."

Harry cut them off, "Guys!" Stopping the argument before it got too far out of hand.
Ron just stopped and went back to eating.

Hermione, looking a little sheepish said in a small voice, "Sorry." From their
exchange of letters during the summer, she knew Harry hated to see them fight. Somehow she would
have to learn to be more tolerant of Ron. Hermione was brought out of her musings when Dumbledore
stood to address the school.

"Eternal glory...” Dumbledore paused a moment for effect, "exciting as that may be,
there is more, much more to the Triwizard Tournament. While our three schools will choose champions
for the main competitions, many more will compete.” Looking around at the slightly confused faces
he went on, “Starting with this Tournament, in addition to the main competitions or tasks, there
will be a series of smaller competitions, or more precisely, demonstrations. Professor McGonagall
will tell you more about them in a moment.” Dumbledore gave a slight nod of recognition to
McGonagall, then turned back to the Hall and continued, "In the past, each school started the
competition with but one champion. This year we will try something new, each school will start with
four champions. For Hogwarts, that means one from each house. Additionally, the number of tasks
will be increased." Dumbledore waited a moment for the murmurs to settle down. "The first
task will reduce the number of champions to six, two for each school. The second task will further
reduce the number to three, one for each school. They will be our final champions, and together
they will all compete in four more tasks to a final conclusion. However, only one will emerge
victorious." Dumbledore paused for a moment to take a sip of water before continuing, “What
these tasks will be, and how the champions will be scored, will be announced just before each task
begins."

Again after waiting for the noise to die down, Dumbledore became serious. "Glory... is not
the only possible outcome that is eternal... so is death." The Hall was now completely silent,
hanging on his every word. "Thank Merlin that hasn't happened in a couple of centuries,
but it has happened.

Hermione's eyes grew large, "Students have died?"

Ron shushed her not caring about the past.

Hermione glared back.

“The school and the professors will of course take every precaution to prevent serious injury or
worse, but there will be no guarantees."

Dumbledore continued, "These tasks are meant to challenge our best. They are designed to
test your knowledge, skill, and cunning. They will also test patience, and loyalty. And they will
most certainly test... your courage. Do not make the decision to enter lightly, for if chosen,
there is no turning back, you will have entered into a magically binding contract. Unless
eliminated during the first two tasks, a champion must continue to a final outcome. There is no
quitting. You are not allowed a change of heart. Believe me when I say these tasks are not for the
weak, nor the faint of heart." He smiled after a quick glance around the room ending on the
Gryffindor table. "Because of the seriousness of this tournament, there will also be a few new
rules. The date of the first task is already set for October twentieth. To be chosen as a champion
you must be of age by that date, that is to say, a champion must turn seventeen no later than
October nineteenth."

The Hall immediately erupted in noise, mainly shouts of how unfair this new rule was.

"Rubbish!" The twins hollered.

"Silence!" Came the sonorus amplified voice of the headmaster. The Hall quickly
quieted down, although it was terribly obvious, there were still a lot of upset students.
"These restrictions are in place for your safety. Put there by not only our ministry, but the
ministries abroad as well. You will respect them."

Then changing his persona instantly, Dumbledore gave a short smile and peered over his glasses
at the assembly. "Since it is obvious that many of you who are younger would also like a
chance to participate, I suggest you continue to pay attention." Turning to Professor
McGonagall, "Professor if you would please."

"Thank you Headmaster," McGonagall began in her typical stern fashion. "While it
may not give you, `eternal glory,'" she spoke the phrase with a hint of distaste.
"The demonstrations, or what they're called officially, the *S**kills and*
*K**nowledge* *D**emonstrations**,* will give you a chance to learn some
magic not taught at your school. It will give you a chance to make new friends, and see firsthand
how things are done elsewhere. Lastly, it will give you a chance to prove yourself, and your school
worthy." Professor McGonagall knew this part of the tournament wasn't nearly as exciting,
but it did give many more students a chance to participate, especially the younger ones.

"This part of the tournament is open to all students, although first and second-year
students will have a difficult time of it, and therefore, I don't recommend it for them. The
first thing you need to know is; we will choose our students to do these demonstrations first. In
fact, they will be chosen before the other schools arrive. Likewise, they will have chosen their
student before coming here. Next, and more importantly, if you sign up and are chosen for, the
Skills and Knowledge Demonstrations, you cannot enter your name to become a champion.” McGonagall
took a moment to look around the Hall to make sure everyone was still following before she went on,
“Chosen students will work in both groups, and singularly. They will demonstrate their proficiency
in Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions. Each demonstration will be judged much like the tasks that
the champions will face. Points will be awarded, and winners announced, however, unlike the task
the champions will face, these demonstrations will not be any more dangerous than normal class
work." McGonagall took a breath before continuing, "Anyone wishing to participate in this
part of the tournament may sign up at any time from now, until midnight Thursday, September
twenty-second. Two students from each house will be chosen, one at least a fifth-year or above, the
other a fourth-year or younger. Your Head of House will answer any further questions you may have,
as well as monitor the sign-up list in your common room. Duplicate lists will be kept here in the
Great Hall so that all can see who has signed up regardless of their house affiliation. Remember
the deadline is September twenty-second, students chosen to participate will be announced at dinner
Sunday the twenty fifth." Stepping back she turned to Dumbledore, "Headmaster."

Professor Dumbledore rose and gave a nod of acknowledgment to McGonagall, then once again
addressed the students, "The following day, both Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will arrive here in
time to join us for dinner. They will of course bring with them, their own students chosen to
participate in the demonstrations.” Taking a breath, he went on, “In addition they will bring
several candidates who have shown an interest in entering as champions. Each school will also bring
a few select friends, and obviously some staff. We would have loved to have invited the entirety of
both schools, but alas even Hogwarts has its limitations and will be near that limit with nearly
one hundred additional guest. Lastly, after introductions and dinner, more will be announced about
the tournament, such as deadlines, and how to enter.” Dumbledore took another deep breath, and let
it out slowly, then with a curious smile said, “I think perhaps that was the longest announcement
I've ever made…certainly in recent times, well, no matter. So, remember if you have any
questions, do not forget to ask them. Now I'm quite sure I've said enough.” Satisfied no
one was going to ask any questions here and now, Dumbledore smiled, nodded once, and returned to
his seat.

oOoOo

Although Hermione was a little concerned about the safety of the champions-*`**I**t
had been over* *two hundred* *years after all, surely things have changed since
then,'*- she found herself getting more and more excited by the minute, "Imagine,
learning something new, maybe something they don't even teach at Hogwarts." Hermione was
boiling over with thoughts as she spoke the last of them out loud the next day at breakfast with
Harry and Ron.

"Only you could find a way to turn this into some kind of study session," Ron remarked
a little exasperated.

"I happen to like learning new things," Hermione glared then a second later smiled,
"and thank you for not talking with your mouth full, it's a nice change."

"You're welcome."

"Wow, a civil conversation," Harry smirked.

"I'm trying," Hermione smirked back.

He knew she was putting forth an effort to keep the arguments down, and when Ron wasn't
looking, Harry mouthed, "Thanks."

"Anyway, there's also going to be a lot of new faces at school soon. Maybe we'll
make some new friends," Hermione added.

Ron stopped chewing for second, "Yeah, that's right! Oi I hear a few of them Beauxbaton
birds are part Veela, wouldn't mind getting to know one of them."

Ron had managed to say all that with his mouth half-full of food, only swallowing *after*
he finished talking.

Hermione closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Ron was definitely making it
difficult.

Turning from Hermione to Ron, Harry said, "Really Ron? I thought you'd be more
interested it in one of the Durmstrang students." Ron's mouth fell open in shock. Harry
laughed, "I'm not calling you a poof Ron, I meant you could talk Quidditch."

Seeing Ron relax, Hermione joined Harry in laughter, "Priceless," she whispered.

Harry smiled, happy he'd managed to keep the peace. "So, Hermione, can I safely assume
you'll be signing up then."

Trying to poke a little fun back at her, Ron jumped in before she could answer, "Oi Harry,
are you kidding, not only will she sign up... she'll drive McGonagall spare until they make the
announcements."

Hermione smiled at Ron, "Git." Turning back to Harry, "Of course I'll sign
up, it's a wonderful opportunity." Then with a pointed look to Ron added, "And
I'll not be driving anyone spare, Ronald."

Ron smirked, but had enough common sense to recognize, that she had used his full name, and so
keep his retort to himself.

Harry actually thought Ron might just be more right than wrong on this one, but wisely kept his
thoughts to himself behind a knowing smile.

When Hermione turned back to Harry and noticed his smile, she arched an eyebrow. Harry was
slowly shaking his head, and had raised his hands in surrender. Hermione huffed, then a moment
later started laughing while turning a bit red. They were right, and she knew it. Now hoping to
draw attention away from her blush, she asked, "What about you Harry, going to sign
up?"

Harry straightening up and said in a sober voice, "Me? Not hardly," shaking his head
again, "no... I just want a nice quiet year, but you can be sure I'll be cheering for you
though."

Hermione smiled her thanks and nodded in understanding. For Harry, each year so far was anything
but normal, yet alone... quiet. "I can understand that." Then turning, she asked Ron,
"How about you?"

Ron actually put his fork down as he thought about his answer, earning another smile from both
Harry and Hermione. After a moment, he picked it back up and shovel some eggs into his mouth before
beginning his answer. Harry groaned, while Hermione rolled her eyes. They had thought they were
making progress, apparently not.

"Well, we all know I'd be pants at trying any one of those `demonstrations.' Not to
mention, there's no way they would pick me over you. No, I'll do the same as Harry and root
for you."

"Oh, well thanks Ron, still if you want, you should..."

Ron cut her off, "No, ain't no big deal anyway, no *glory* and all that." Ron
glanced down the table at his twin brothers, "I'll bet they try to enter anyway... maybe I
should talk to them, you know, just in case."

"In case of what Ron?" Harry asked.

"In case they figure a way to enter of course. I'd get them to show me how as
well." Ron got a faraway look on his face, "Triwizard Champion," he said softly to
no one.

Harry and Hermione shared a look and a smile.

oOoOo

Thursday afternoon, Gryffindor and Slytherin had DADA together. To say their first class with
Professor Moody was interesting, would have been a huge understatement. Harry couldn't help but
compare this new teacher with the ones from the past. Like Professor Lupin, Moody was certainly
competent, especially compared to the two losers Quirrell, and Lockhart. The biggest difference
being their style of teaching. Lupin had been easy-going, and friendly. Whereas Moody was more
intense, harsh even.

"Honestly, I don't understand how he could have possibly thought that lesson was even
remotely appropriate to teach to fourth years."

"I thought it was wicked."

"Really Ron? While obviously, you didn't see how upset Neville was getting."

"Well I don't know why; it's not like he was the one under the Cruciatus
Curse."

"Ron, Hermione's right. For whatever reason it was really bothering him, Professor
Moody should have noticed and stopped." After a moment Harry added, "But at least we
might actually learn something this year."

"If we're not all too traumatized," huffed Hermione.

After bumping into Neville on their way to their next class, Harry thought, Hermione might just
be all too right about Professor Moody. And then a second thought occurred to him, why was Neville
affected by the Moody's demonstration of the Cruciatus Curse so much more than the rest of the
class; had he experienced personally? Harry hoped not, but decided he'd have to wait for a
better time to talk to him about it.

oOoOo

The following week things pretty much returned to normal. One thing that did stand out, at least
for Harry as far as he was concerned, was recreational Quidditch. A small group of students led by
Fred and George had managed to convince Professor McGonagall into letting them organize some
impromptu Quidditch games for fun. Harry and Ron were of course among the first to sign up.

Before agreeing, McGonagall had laid down some rules. First, the games could not interfere with
the tournament in any way. Obviously, they could not have a game during any of the events. Second,
they could not have or form any formal teams. Each game would have to have different players,
furthermore each team would be formed from different houses, or even students from the other
schools. And last, either Madam Hooch or a professor would need to be present at all times to
monitor and referee the games.

As the first of these recreational games made ready to start, Professor McGonagall turned to the
student sitting next to her, "I must say Miss Granger, I didn't expect to see you here
today."

Hermione closed her book and turned in her seat towards her Head of House, "Really, why is
that Professor?"

"Well, I didn't think you were a fan of Quidditch. I know you turn out for all the
Gryffindor games, but this isn't a house game, it's just for fun."

Hermione looked around at all the others gathered and noticed how excited they all looked. It
seemed they were all there just to watch, regardless of the outcome. They just wanted to get
outside, do something different... have a little fun. She looked down at the book in her lap, then
a moment later Hermione put the book away, back in her book bag. Turning back to McGonagall, she
said after a slight hesitation, "I like to have fun too Professor."

McGonagall arched an eyebrow, "Indeed, well good." Turning back to the game now
underway, she couldn't help the small smile forming on her face as she thought, *`Might have
something to do, with a certain forth year Gryffindor, who just happens to be playing
today.'* Although she knew her prized student would never admit it.

As the game progressed, both teacher and student cheered for the players. Each cheering just a
little louder for their favorites. During one of the lulls in the game, McGonagall again addressed
Hermione, "Miss Granger, I'm happy to see that you've decided to sign up and be part
of the tournament." It was easy to see the excitement in her eyes as Hermione responded.

"Oh yes! I can hardly wait. I do hope I get chosen, I mean... what an opportunity.
Don't you agree Professor?"

"I most certainly do Miss Granger."

Hermione desperately wanted to ask the one question that had been on her mind since she had
signed up last week. Although she knew she had a very good chance of being chosen, her insecurities
sometimes got the better of her. Sometimes she needed reassurance. Sometimes she needed to know
that all her hard work was really worth it. In a way, she needed this… to prove her own self-value.
Had it not been for a personal vow she made to herself, she probably would have asked right here
and now, what her Professor thought of her chances.

Professor McGonagall prided herself on knowing her lions, and seeing Hermione worry her bottom
lip, she had a fair idea as to what was bothering her student. With a knowing look, she said in a
neutral tone, "I'm fairly certain Miss Granger, that you will not be
disappointed."

Hermione was never one to be slow on the uptake, "Oh... well thank you for the
encouragement Professor." Hermione then turned back to the game with a smile on her face that
reached ear to ear.

oOoOo

As the following week was drawing to a close, Neville took a moment to survey the Great Hall
before sitting down to dinner. Soon, the students who were going to compete in the Skills and
Knowledge Demonstrations would be chosen. Although school had been fairly normal, or even a bit
boring so far, there was a very real excitement in the air. Students seemed more energetic. They
talked more quickly as if they had too much to say, and too little time to say it. He had briefly
considered adding his name to the list, but after seeing who all was on it, he decided against
it.

"Hello Neville, have you forgotten where to sit?"

Neville broke from his thoughts to find a pretty blonde-haired girl smiling at him. She looked
both curious and amused at the same time. "Ah... no just thinking. You know, everyone
seems..."

"Different? Preoccupied?"

"Yes, exactly." Neville studied the girl for a moment, "I'm sorry, but how do
you know me?”

“You don't have to apologize Neville, a lot of people know who you are.”

Neville smiled, “Oh, well…I see” Luna smiled back, but didn't say anything else.

A little taken back, Neville cleared his throat, then said weakly, “Yeah…well, although I've
seen you around... I'm afraid I don't know your name."

"Well, I'm glad a Wrackspurt hasn't messed with your memories," Luna said
quite seriously, "and to ease your fear, I'm Luna Lovegood." Then without another
word, she turned and walked away.

Neville stood there a moment longer staring after her,
*`**Wrackspurt**?...**Strange**,* *but kind of nice,'* he thought
before making his way over to his own table to eat.

oOoOo

Sunday morning Ginny watched with interest as Hermione entered the Hall for breakfast. She
smirked after noticing her look around and then frown before sitting down. Quickly putting on a
normal face she asked, "Hey... something wrong?"

"Hey Gin... have you seen Harry?" Completely ignoring Ginny's question.

"No, not yet anyway," Ginny turned to her brother, "how about you? Have you seen
Harry, do you know where he is?"

Ron shrugged, "Dunno, maybe he's having a bit of a lie-in."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, "Doubt it." Stealing a long glance at Ginny before
continuing, "He's up to something."

Ginny laughed and waved her hand, "Oh Hermione, really... he's late for breakfast,
that's all. I mean Merlin!"

Hermione continued to look at Ginny, she wasn't ready to let this go, "It's not
just this morning, he's been acting strange all week. Just yesterday... what?" Hermione
sighed, "Oh all right, maybe it's just me. But..."

Ginny cut her off by hopping up quickly, "Right then, I'm off, won't be wasting my
Sunday morning wondering what Harry Potter is dreaming about." And she quickly left.

Hermione now turned to Ron, "What's with her?"

Without missing a bite Ron answered, "Dunno."

Hermione huffed, "Humph, really Ron? That's all you have to say?"

“Ah… Dunno,” Ron said with a smirk, before retuning to his breakfast.

oOoOo

As Harry plopped down on the bench next to Hermione for breakfast the next morning, he gave her
a little nudge with his shoulder, "Hey, morning," he smiled at her.

"Hey yourself," Hermione smiled back, "where in Merlin's name have you been
lately?"

"What do you mean?"

"Harry... I've hardly seen you the last few days."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows, "Miss me?"

"Prat," she said smiling as she slapped his arm, "now answer the
question."

Harry laughed, he really was in a good mood, "Hermione! I don't know... I... I've
been busy I guess. You know I hope to play Quidditch again next week, so I've been trying to
get ahead a little." It was the truth, although not the whole truth. "Oh before I
forget," Harry covertly slipped Hermione an envelope, "happy birthday," he
whispered, trying to change the subject.

Hermione took her card, and cautiously looked around, "I'll read it later."
Turning back to Harry with a look of appreciation she added, "Thank you Harry."

"Don't mention it," he smiled.

oOoOo

Hermione couldn't help but smile all through class that morning; Harry's good mood was
completely infectious. Plus the fact that he had remembered her birthday only added to her
giddiness. Later at lunch, she had finally found some time alone to read his card. Only to find a
note on the back telling her to wait till after their second and last class of the day before
opening it.

Later, it was a mysterious Harry that pulled her out the door of their Charms classroom,
refusing to say anything except *`come on'*.

"Harry, what on earth has gotten into you? Where are we going?"

Harry stopped only to reply, "Do you trust me?" A grin on his face.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Harry!"

"Do you?"

"Always," she said softly.

"Then come on," Harry said, as he continued to lead a frazzled Hermione outside.

A few minutes later, they were down by the shore of the lake. Harry suddenly came to an abrupt
stop and turned to Hermione, "Okay from here you have to close your eyes."

"Harry... I..."

"Please," he pleaded.

Hermione sighed, she could never refuse that look, "Fine."

Standing beside her, Harry placed an arm around her waist to guide her, and slowly led her
little further down the shore. A moment later he stopped. Letting go, he moved away slightly.

"Harry?"

"Open your eyes Hermione," he said softly.

She was standing right in front of a huge old oak tree. The one she liked to sit under on a warm
day. It was her favorite place outdoors to go and read. Only today, there was a blanket all spread
out under the shade of the mighty oak. In the center of the blanket sat a picnic basket, next to
it, a couple of plates and two glasses. However, what caught her eye was a small pile of brightly
wrapped packages. Birthday presents.

This was the second-time Harry had done something nice for her on her birthday. She knew he must
have done almost all of this by himself, as no one else knew what today meant to her. Just as a
lone tear started to fall, Hermione turned and grabbed Harry, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Oh
Harry," she murmured into his neck.

Harry hugged her back gently. He loved seeing her happy; it made all the effort worthwhile. Then
before it got too awkward he said, "You still have my card?"

Hermione slowly let go of Harry and took a half step back, "Of course, it's in my
bag."

Harry took her hand, and led her over to sit on the blanket, "Great, you can open it after
you open all the rest of your presents."

That's when Hermione noticed there were quite a few, "Harry, please tell me you
didn't spend all your money on me."

Harry laughed, "Would it matter?" Seeing the stress on her face Harry went on,
"Hermione, no I didn't... I didn't have to. Most of these are from other people.
People who couldn't be here today, or didn't want to draw attention to your secret."
Harry then started handing Hermione her gifts one at a time for her to open. There were two from
her parents, one from each. There was also one each from her grandmother, and great aunt. One from
Professor McGonagall, and lastly one from Harry.

As she opened her last gift, Hermione realized just how observant Harry had become. He had given
her a new book bag, apparently he had noticed how her old one was literally falling apart.
"Thank you Harry, just in time too."

"You're welcome Hermione, but you know... a new book bag needs to be broken in
proper... open your card," Harry said, the last part a bit softer than the rest.

Hermione arched a brow, then opened the envelope and pulled out the card. It resembled a book, a
book without a title. Opening the card she read,

.

The bearer of this card.

May redeem it at Flourish & Blotts.

For any book of their choosing.

.

Down near the bottom, signed in a messy scrawl she read,

.

*`**Happy Birthday Hermione,*

*Y**our* *F**riend, Harry Potter.**'*

.

Hermione found herself getting teary-eyed again, "I think this is the best birthday
ever." Then only just realizing, "Harry, how did you..."

Harry held up both hands to stop her. Then with a look that would be more at home on Luna's
face simply said, "Magic." Hermione stared back at him for a second, before both broke
into loud laughter.

They sat on the blanket and continued to talk and laugh until it was nearly dark. Together they
had shared a small cake, complete with candles, courtesy of the Hogwarts elves. Soon, it was time
to head back, and with Dobby's help, they were able to get all of Hermione's presents
safely and secretly, hidden away in her trunk.

As they made their way back up to the Castle Hermione asked, "Seriously Harry, how did you
get my presents from all my family?"

"Well to be honest, your mum and I kind of had it worked out before we left for
school." Seeing her serious look, Harry knew she wanted more details, "Your mum collected
all the gifts from your family, and then we used Hedwig to bring them here. Actually, to Professor
McGonagall, she kept them in her office till today. Then Dobby helped me with the rest." Harry
chuckled, "McGonagall even smuggled me out of school on Sunday, so I could get your bag. Ginny
caught us as we were leaving, we told her we were secretly checking a few details for the
tournament, and I had volunteered to help her. McGonagall even swore her to secrecy to help sell
the story."

Hermione had stopped walking, and just stood there staring at Harry.

"What?"

Hermione shook her head and laughed, "I don't know how you do it Harry!"

Confused, Harry asked, "Do what, exactly?"

Hermione gestured towards the lake, "This... I've always found it... incredible, how
you would get yourself involved in something, or just set your mind to something, and the next
thing I know... I'm involved, or Ron, or... somebody else. Not that I'm complaining mind
you." She quickly added after seeing the look of concern on his face. "And now... now
you've gone and managed to get a Professor involved. Helping you with one of your extraordinary
adventures. Merlin, she even lied for you... amazing!"

"More like a small fib really. Besides, it was for a good reason. A great reason."
Harry was still slightly worried, and it showed on his face. The last thing he wanted was for
Hermione to be upset with him on her birthday.

"I suppose," Hermione smiled.

"You mad?"

Hermione tilted her head slightly, "No, of course not." She then realized why Harry
had asked. Stepping up to him, she pulled him into a gentle hug, "Oh Harry, I didn't mean
it to sound as if you go looking for trouble or anything." Tightening her grip, she went on,
"And for what it's worth, I wouldn't trade our little adventures together, for all the
tea in England."

"You mean that... really?"

"Yes Harry, I do," pulling back a little she added, "I know you Harry, your heart
is always in the right place. Why else would McGonagall help you?"

Harry smiled, suddenly feeling a little warm, "Thanks."

Hermione beamed, "Come on, let's go."

oOoOo

The deadline for students wishing to enter the demonstration portion of the competition passed
without much fanfare. So it was a very exciting group of students, who anxiously waited for dinner
to finish. They could hardly wait, to see who would be chosen to compete.

Luna Lovegood, was probable the most isolated and unknown student at Hogwarts. She went about
her daily business, mostly ignored. She was practically invisible. The few who did know her treated
her with disdain, like she didn't belong. She knew she was not well-liked. As proof, one only
had to hear what they called her, 'loony.' Although it bothered her sometimes more than
others, she could deal with it. It wasn't, not having any friends that got to her. It was
always being excluded, being left out. Not being a part of something. As a third-year student, Luna
knew she stood very little chance of being selected, but she had entered anyway. She entered,
because here was a chance to do something good for her house, gain them some recognition, and maybe
some for herself by association. She just wanted to be a part of something. If nothing else, it
offered her an opportunity to meet new people. Maybe people who would not judge her by her looks,
or her actions.

Neville stopped just inside the doors to the great Hall and smiled, there she was... it was his
turn. He moved forward and stood just behind the pretty blonde girl, "Hello Luna, have you
forgotten where to sit?" He said in a voice full of mirth.

Tilting her head back, Luna looked up to the ceiling as if searching for something only she
could see. "Hello Neville," she answered with a small soft smile, turning slightly to
face him as he moved to stand beside her, Luna continued, "are you still happy with your
decision not to sign up?"

"How did you know I hadn't signed up?" Neville asked, boggled by this seemingly
simple third-year girl.

"The sign-up sheets are posted Neville, all one has to do is look," she replied gently
with a nod towards the adjacent wall.

"Oh right, I forgot," Neville answered sheepishly. He couldn't help but wonder if
she had memorized all the names, or had only looked for just his. Returning his gaze to her, he was
slightly startled by how intense she looked. Feeling his shyness starting to rise, he quickly
asked, "How about you, did you sign up?" Hoping to change the atmosphere.

"Oh, yes... but I doubt I'll be picked. I'm not very well liked." Luna again
seemed to stare into nothingness, "In fact, I'm surprised you're still here talking to
me."

Neville was shocked; he knew firsthand what it was like to be unpopular. He was clumsy, short,
and not very good at magic, but at least he knew he had a few friends. Not great friends, and not
many friends... but still. As Neville continued to watch Luna, he thought he saw for just an
instant... a flash of pain in her eyes, then it was gone. Covered by that distant... dreamy look
she so often wore.

"Luna... for what it's worth, I hope you do get picked."

Luna now turned fully, so she stood face to face with him. Lifting her head a little, she stared
deeply into his eyes, looking for the truth in his last statement.

Before he lost his nerve, Neville went on, "And even though I hardly know you, I for one,
think you're nice."

A second later Luna smiled, "Thank you Neville... I think you're nice too."

oOoOo

Harry looked over at Hermione and smiled. She was a ball of barely contained energy as she sat
and worried her bottom lip. Typical Hermione. Leaning over Harry whispered,
"Nervous?"

Hermione's head snapped around to look at Harry as if only now realizing he was there,
"What...ah no... why?"

"Hermione, you're practically bouncing off the bench, Harry said with a smirk. `*She
wasn't just nervous, she was worried t**o**o**,* *worried she wasn't
good enough to get chosen,*' Harry thought. "Hermione, don't worry, I'm sure
you'll get picked."

"How can you be so sure Harry?" There was a genuine curiosity evident in her tone.

"Because you're brilliant Hermione, and most everyone knows it. They'd have to be
completely nutters *not* to pick you."

Hermione relaxed, it wasn't just some shallow comment to make her feel better. Harry meant
every word and she knew it. After taking a deep breath Hermione nodded, "Right... okay, thanks
Harry." Then hoping to change the subject for at least a few minutes she asked, "How was
the game yesterday? I mean I know you didn't play, but I assume you went and watched?"

"Yeah I did," Harry smiled at her obvious attempt to change the subject. "As you
know, there is a list of everyone who wants to play. Once you play in a game, your name
automatically goes to the bottom of the list, that way everyone gets a chance to play. Turns out,
that list is pretty long, so, maybe next time," Harry answered her un-asked question as to why
he wasn't in the game. "It was a good game though, and I learned something. I'm
probably a better player, then a spectator," he finished with a grin.

"Well that works out splendidly, because I'm a better spectator.”

They shared a laugh just before the noise in the Hall grew quiet. Professor McGonagall got up
and approached the podium, "May I have your attention please. The moment some of you have been
waiting for has finally arrived." McGonagall stole a quick glance at Hermione. "It's
time to announce those chosen to compete for Hogwarts, in the Triwizard Tournaments, Skills and
Knowledge Demonstrations." McGonagall paused a moment to make sure everyone was quiet,
"The selection process was done by a majority vote. Each staff member voted for two students
from each house. Any ties were broken by the Headmaster.

If I call your name, please come forward and stand next to your Head of House." McGonagall
almost smirked, the students were on pins and needles.

Finally, she began, "In no particular order then, from Hufflepuff, fifth-year student Mr.
Zacharias Smith." Immediately, the badgers erupted in cheers. "From Slytherin, sixth-year
student Adriun Pucey." More cheering, this time from the snakes. "From Ravenclaw,
third-year student Miss Luna Lovegood." Luna smiled, not because of the small reluctant
clapping from her own table, but from the excited cheers coming from a single Gryffindor. Harry and
Ron shared a quick look of amusement for their dorm room friend.

"From Gryffindor, sixth-year student Mr. Fred Weasley." The attention on Neville now
shifted to Fred as loud applause broke out. Harry gave Hermione's hand a light squeeze to tell
her it wasn't over yet. "From Ravenclaw, fifth-year student Miss Cho Chang. From
Hufflepuff, fourth-year student Miss Hannah Abbott. From Slytherin, fourth-year student Mr. Draco
Malfoy."

For Hermione, this was it. She didn't know why she wanted it so bad, but she did. She was
wound up tighter than the mainspring in her old watch.

"And last but certainly not least, from Gryffindor," Harry could have sworn McGonagall
was dragging this out on purpose. "Fourth-year student... Miss... Hermione Granger."
Their Head of House finished with a tiny smirk, and a slight nod to Hermione.

Hermione squealed with delight, and bolted from her seat. The rest of the table clapping loudly,
giving their congratulations. Fred gave her a bow as she approached. Neville, for the second-time
tonight was clapping like crazy. Ron looked around and smiled, *'This is great,'* he
thought, *`this might actually be pretty fun.'* Still smiling, he caught Hermione's
attention, "Alright Hermione!”

"Thanks Ron." She mouthed.

Harry turned in his seat as Hermione returned, and took both her hands in his. Hermione settled
down for a moment as she stared back at him. "I told you. Now everyone will know what I
know... just how brilliant you really are. Next, you're going to win this... you'll
see."

Hermione couldn't help, but be awed by his sincere confidence in her. One thing had changed
for sure though, now she needed this for Harry, just as much as for herself.

**AN**; I always thought the Triwizard Tournament was a bit lacking. Three tasks that only
last for about an hour; two of which take place out of sight…not much entertainment value. Also,
only three student (not counting Harry) total…from all three schools…not much participation.
That's why I added the extra tasks, and the demonstrations. So obviously, my timeline will be
different from JKR's to fit my needs.

.

.

**AN:** In chapter three, I wrote that Harry had never seen the ocean… Ops, I forgot that he
had; When Hagrid came to pick him up just before first year. My thanks to “Mad Library Scientist”
for pointing that error out to me. I'll try and go back and fix that when I have some more
time.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 5**

**The New Arrivals**

**.**

The following day proved to be just as exciting. Settling down in the Great Hall after
witnessing the arrival of both a magical ship, and a flying carriage, everyone was anxious to see
the students from their sister schools.

Just before dinner started, Dumbledore approached the podium to make an announcement, “My I have
your attention please,” then after a pause, “most of you have witnessed the arrival of our very
special guests, please treat them as such.” Dumbledore looked at the closed main doors to the Great
Hall and paused again. Then with impeccable timing, continued, “Now, please join me in welcoming
the lovely ladies from the Beauxbaton Academy… and their headmistress, Olympe Maxime. As Dumbledore
gestured towards the main doors to the Hall, they opened. In came a small group of girls, all of
whom were very pretty, some quite striking. As they entered, they seem to almost float, or glide
across the floor in a dance like way. The effect was almost hypnotizing.

Hermione couldn't help but think, that one of the criteria for being chosen was their looks…
their beauty. As she looked more closely, she realized they were more than just pretty, they were
gorgeous, every single one of them, some were exceptionally stunning. And, as if to add salt to the
wound, a couple were at least part veela.

“Honestly Ron, close your mouth,” Hermione chastised, “they're just girls.”

Ron just ignored her, he was practically half standing by the time the small group of students
had passed.

Hermione thought he might just get up and go after them. “Ron! For Merlin's sake, sit, down.
You don't see Harry acting like a fool.” It was true, and although Harry was watching with keen
interest, he wasn't acting like some lovesick puppy. Hermione smiled at him, *`He's not
that shallow,'* she thought.

Harry caught her eyes on him and smiled back, then glancing at Ron, his smile grew. “Oy mate,
control yourself.”

Ron finally sat down with a goofy smile on his face.

Hermione couldn't help it, she just had to take the mickey out of him a little, “So Ron… did
you see any that you might fancy?”

Ron sobered a little, “Well yeah, weren't you watching?" Then as if to verify his
comment, Ron turned back around to stare at the Beauxbaton girls, totally oblivious to the snickers
from both Harry and Neville. Hermione smirked while shaking her head at his antics.

Moments later, Dumbledore announced the arrival of the Durmstrang students, "And now our
friends from the north, the proud sons of Durmstrang, and their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff. Again,
attention turned to the doors as they opened revealing a small group of roguish looking young
wizards. They marched in, loud and bold, in stark contrast to the near waltz like entrance of the
Beauxbatons. Their long staves, drumming a cadence on the stone floor, as they proceeded towards
the front of the Hall. Bringing up the rear, marching slightly behind the others… one stood out. He
moved with confidence, tall and proud.

"It's him," Ron stated in awe.

"Who?" Hermione asked.

Harry, also interested in the answer, split his attention between the new arrivals, and his
friends.

"Viktor Krum."

Hermione felt a little heat rise to her face, as the Bulgarian in question glanced their way for
a moment.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "The Quidditch player?"

Hermione looked at Harry, a little surprised that he knew of him.

"Yeah, we saw him play at the World Cup," Ron answered a tad bit coolly.

Harry took a quick glance at Hermione and noticed her look of concern. Apparently, Ron
wasn't quite over their absence from last summer. Hoping to move on without conflict Harry
added, "I hear he's pretty good," knowing full well he was.

"Pretty good! Are you having me on Harry? He's bloody fantastic, brilliant, probably
the best seeker ever to play!" Ron returned, obviously getting excited.

Finnigan laughed, "Oy Ron, Harry was right." Seeing Ron's confused look, he went
on, "You are more interested in the Durmstrangs."

Remembering Harry's comment from before, Ron turned red, and glared at Finnigan.

Finnigan only laughed harder, then looking at Harry said, "You sure he's not a
poofter?"

"Stuff it Finnigan," Ron said while glaring at him.

Harry laughed, but when Ron turned his glare on him, he quickly said, "I think Ron only
admires the way he handles a broom stick...” Harry regretted his choice of words immediately, “Not
that broom stick."

Finnigan smirked, "Supposed you're right. After living with him for three years,
we'd probably know by now, yeah?"

Hermione smiled, as she watched the byplay.

As the last of the visiting students settled in, Hermione took a moment to look around. While
the girls from Beauxbaton mixed in, and sat among the different houses, the Bulgarians sat together
at the end of the Slytherin table. She wondered briefly if it was because their respective
headmasters had told them to act that way, or they simply did it on their own. Any further thoughts
on the matter would have to wait as her own headmaster approached the podium to speak again.

"Welcome, welcome, yes it is indeed a pleasure to have such fine representatives from our
neighboring schools, here with us tonight. We," Dumbledore gestured around the Hall,
"invite you to enjoy all Hogwarts has to offer, and only ask that you share with us all that,
what you think we would find interesting." Peering over his spectacles he continued,
"While we may have been brought together here for a tournament... a competition, please do not
lose sight of the fact that we are all wizards and witches... brothers and sisters in the larger
sense. While competition can bring out both the best and the worst in someone, I'm confident
that all of you will use this opportunity to grow, and to learn. That you will emerge a better
individual for having tried... regardless, of your individual outcome at the end of the year."
Dumbledore took a long breath hoping his words of wisdom would find heart.

"In a moment, as promised more about the Triwizard Tournament." Excitement in the
Great Hall ratcheted up a notch. "But first I would like for all the students from our three
schools who have been chosen to compete in the Knowledge and Skills Demonstrations to come forward,
so that we can start to get acquainted."

Hermione glanced left, then right. Slowly, students were starting to stand. Hesitantly, she
rose, suddenly aware of a great number of eyes upon her. Reaching her feet, she looked for Harry,
only to find him staring back at her. Hermione's nerves settled instantly. Harry's eyes
shone with pride and happiness for her. Smiling she gave him a quick nod, which he returned, then
she turned and headed for the front of the Hall, confident she at least had his support. Reaching
the front, Hermione turned and stood in a line shoulder to shoulder with twenty-three other
students.

Dumbledore reached out wide with both hands, "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you some of our
finest minds... let's show them our appreciation." Dumbledore led all three schools in a
loud round of applause. As the cheering and clapping died down, "Please give them the
continued support they deserve by attending their demonstrations."

While Harry was watching Hermione, Neville's eyes were fixed on Luna. “Harry, what do you
know about Luna Lovegood,” he asked off-handedly.

Harry turned to find Neville still staring at Luna, “Ah, well not much really; third-year
Ravenclaw, I think she lives near Ron. You should ask Ginny, she knows her, they're
friends.

After dismissing the students back to their seats he continued, "I feel, I must repeat
myself, at least about the basics of the tournament. We will start with four champions from each
school, all of them must be seventeen years of age by the time of the first task, which is
scheduled for October twentieth. The first two tasks are designed to reduce the number of champions
down to one per school. From that point on, each champion will stand alone... from there what
awaits each student, glory, or something else... only time will tell. Each remaining champion must
complete four additional tasks, four extremely dangerous tasks in order to win, but more on that
later. Here now to explain the new rules in more detail is Mr. Barty Crouch, head of the department
for International Magical Cooperation… the IMC.

As Mr. Crouch droned on about ministry policy, the students quietly began to talk amongst
themselves.

“How do you suppose he'll enforce the age rule?" Asked Seamus.

"Probably some sort of spell or charm placed on or around the cup," Hermione answered,
"I wouldn't be surprised if it were put there by Dumbledore himself."

Before the conversation could go much further, Mr. Crouch finished and Dumbledore raised his
hands to silence the Hall.

A rather tall and slender looking crate covered in what looked like jewels, or gemstones, was
brought in. Dumbledore moved to stand beside it, after tapping the top of it with his wand he
stepped back and watch for a moment. Slowly, the crate seemed to just melt away leaving a large but
plain looking goblet, which appeared to be made out of stone standing about 5 feet tall. All eyes
were now on the goblet, and as the last of it was revealed, a bright blue flame erupted from the
top and burned silently. ”The Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore announced solemnly.

Harry looked around the table after hearing the twins say `wicked' simultaneously.

Everyone was staring at the cup, most in fascination, some in awe. One in particular though,
looked concerned, maybe even a little afraid. "Hermione, you alright?"

She turned and looked at him sharply for a long moment, and slowly nodded her head yes, before
turning back to the goblet. Maybe it was the blue flame, or possibly the hard cut of the dark grey
stone…Hermione didn't know, but there was something about the goblet that bothered her. Maybe
even scared her, but why? There was no logical reason for it, just…a feeling.

Harry wasn't completely convinced. She may have said yes, her eyes definitely said no.
Dumbledore's voice stopped any further thought on the matter.

"Anyone wishing to submit themselves as a candidate for champion, only has to write their
name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before the last hour of Saturday, October
first," he said while gesturing to the goblet next to him. Turning from the goblet back to the
Hall, and leaning forward slightly, his next words he spoke slowly, and in a near whisper, "Do
not do so lightly." His underlying message of grave caution, was clear to everyone. After
barely a moment, he straightened back up to his full height and continued more loudly, "As of
this moment... the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

oOoOo

Later that night, a tiny explosion from a small table in the corner suddenly disturbed the
peaceful quiet of the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione looked up to find Colin staring back at another third year with a stunned expression on
his face. Judging by the black soot, she was fairly sure he had just lost a round of exploding
snaps to his friend. Smiling to herself, she entertained the idea of asking if she could borrow his
camera, but then thought better of the idea. Taking a short break from her reading, Hermione looked
around the common room. It was the twins that next caught her eye. They were sitting off by
themselves, deep in conversation. Occasionally one would nod his head at something the other had
said, and both would break into sinister smiles. *`No doubt about it, they're up to
something.'* After smiling at the thought for a second, she went back to her reading
confident that their prank would make itself known soon enough.

oOoOo

October first, just happened to be a Saturday as well as the first Hogsmeade visit of the year.
Tomorrow would be one week exactly since Dumbledore declared the start of the Triwizard Tournament.
However, it was tomorrow night, after dinner to be more precise, that everyone was eagerly
awaiting. That's when the champions would be announced, and the tournament would begin in
earnest.

Madam Rosmerta sat two butterbeers down on the table causing Harry to smile, "Thanks
ma'am."

"No bother dearie," she smiled back kindly, "where's that young witch, you
lot are normally with?"

"Oh... that would be Hermione. She stopped to talk with another girl from school.
She'll be here shortly," Harry relayed quickly. "If you see her come in, go ahead and
bring her a butterbeer, I'm sure she'll want one."

"I'll keep an eye out."

"She's nice," Harry stated, as he watched her return to the bar.

Ron shrugged, "Yeah, I suppose." Leaning forward a little, he changed the subject,
"So who was that girl Hermione was talking to anyway?"

Harry thought for a second, Hermione had pointed her out to him a few days earlier, but he
hadn't seen her since. "Ah, she's one of the students who will be doing a skills demo.
A fourth-year from Beauxbaton named, Nicole... something."

"Nicole Lescuier," interrupted Hermione as she sat down with a pointed look to Harry
for forgetting her name.

Wearing a sheepish smile he replied, "I would have remembered... eventually."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, but before she could say anything, Madam Rosmerta sat a butterbeer
down in front of her. Hermione looked up in surprise.

"This young fellow thought you might want one," Rosmerta ticked her head towards
Harry, "he took the liberty of ordering for ya."

Hermione smiled at Harry, completely forgetting about Nicole. "Thank you Harry," then
turning back to their hostess, "yes, he was right. Thank you ma'am."

Madam Rosmerta looked back and forth between the two of them, then with a nod turned and walked
away. Only then did she let a knowing smile appear on her face.

"So Hermione, how's it been going with getting ready for the demo? You've been so
busy lately. Is this Nicole girl going to be your partner?" Asked Harry.

"Yeah, what's she like, is she a veela?" Ron added quickly.

"No, she's just a plain old regular witch like the rest of us Ron," Hermione
answered, her tone clearly letting him know she was growing tired of his infatuation with anything
veela. "In fact, she's a Muggle-born like me." Then turning to Harry, she continued,
“And yes, we've decided to pair up for the first demo.”

Harry smiled, "And is she also top of her class?"

Hermione smiled, then thought for a moment, "I don't know, it's never come up...
but she is quite intelligent, so maybe."

“How'd you two end up together?”

“Well for this first demonstration they wanted us to work in pairs, and it had to be someone
from another school,” Hermione began. “Remember the next day? How I had to spend the afternoon with
the others who were also giving demos? Well we pretty much just sat around and talked, trying to
get to know each other.” Hermione went on to explain how her and Nicole hit it off right away. Both
were fourth-year Muggle-borns, and both were very bright, so they quickly decided to team up.

"Can a Muggle-born also be a veela?"

Harry laughed.

"Honestly Ron, is that all you think about?" Hermione huffed. "As far as I know,
there are only a couple of girls from Beauxbaton that are actually veela." Knowing his next
question, she went on, "And no, I don't know which ones."

"Why don't you just ask one of them Ron?" Harry suggested.

Ron paled, "Are you mental?"

Harry laughed again, "No, don't think so... Hermione?"

She seemed to study him for a few seconds, "No, I don't think so either," then
joined him laughing. Her good mood suddenly changed when she noticed a student at another table
reading the Prophet.

Harry noticed the change, “Hermione?”

Turning back to Harry, “Have you read what that Rita women has been saying?” she asked
angrily.

“Yeah, I have. Been trying to ignore it,” Harry said solemnly.

oOoOo

Sunday morning seemed to drag on forever. Breakfast was almost over when Parvati spotted her
sister heading over to join her.

Padma sat down, “Hey."

Parvati smiled, "Hey, it's been a while, are you already bored with your fellow
Claws?"

"Maybe, then again... maybe I just wanted to see how my brave twin was doing."

"Oh, I'm just fine..."

"Good, so ah, anything interesting happening in Gryffindor?" asked Padma with an
innocent smile.

Both girls broke into brief giggles; it had been quite a while since their last little impromptu
get-together to compare the goings-on of their respective houses. It seemed the higher up in grade
they got, the less time they had for catching up with each other.

Parvati thought for a second, then with a smirk said, "Not much... but, I'm sure you
heard about the Weasley twins trying to fool the goblet."

"Oh yeah, I did. I think by now, the whole school knows. Really, an aging potion. Did they
really think that would actually work?"

"Who knows with those two? Hermione did try to warn them, but of course, they knew
better."

"Of course!" Padma laughed.

oOoOo

Lunch and early afternoon passed agonizingly slow, then suddenly, it was time for dinner. The
moment the school had been waiting for. Time seemed to pick up the pace, rushing forward towards
some finality. Hermione thoughts became humorous, *`Father* *Time* *must be having a
good laugh about now.'* However her smile only lasted a few moments as she again felt that
odd feeling in the pit of her stomach, something was off. Try as she might though, Hermione
couldn't put her finger on anything noteworthy. She would just have to wait and see,
*`Probably just my nerves.'* Looking up, she pushed both thought aside as she watched Ron
and Harry approach.

"Hey guys," she smiled, "excited?"

"Peckish!" Ron answered as he drop-down next to her.

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head a little at his antics, but keep smiling anyway.
With a slightly aspirated look, she turned to Harry and raised eyebrow in silent question.

Harry wasted no time and answering, "Well yeah, of course." He continued to stare at
her, waiting to see if she had something else to say. That's when he noticed it, a fleeting
look, a look of concern. It only lasted a brief moment before she schooled her features. This was
the second time he'd seen that look; concern, confusion, doubt. "Hermione?"

Even though she was looking right at him, she didn't see him. She was lost in thought for a
split second. It was right there, on the edge of her consciousness, a thought hidden in the shadows
of her mind, close, yet so far away. What was bothering her? Something to do with the tournament?
With herself, her partner... Harry? Hermione snapped out of it when she heard her name.

"Sorry, what?"

"You alright? You looked a little lost there for a moment."

"Oh yeah, ah sorry... just nerves," she said, then looked away towards the Goblet of
Fire, only to get lost in thought again.

Harry studied her for a moment longer, *`She'll tell me more when she's
ready.'* Harry was rudely broke from his thoughts by Seamus, who had thrown a dinner roll at
his head.

"Oi Harry, don't stare, ain't no one ever told you it's impolite?" He said
before bursting out laughing.

Harry knew what he was implying, and felt a little heat rise up the back of his neck. While
Seamus laughed, Harry responded with what he would later defend as, `the most appropriate
action.' He picked up a dinner roll, and returned fire, then added, "Shut it
Finnigan."

Seamus stopped laughing, but the smirk never left his face. Harry smiled in satisfaction, before
turning back to dinner.

oOoOo

Dumbledore stood and approached the podium. He waited a moment until most had noticed him, then
raising his hands to calm the rest he started, "If you'll all please take your seats, the
moment you've been waiting for has arrived, the selection of the Triwizard Champions."
After a short pause to let the tension rise, he continued, "The order called is of no
importance, but when called, please come forward and stand here." Dumbledore gestured to space
next to him. Stepping forward he reached out his hand and slowly moved it a small arc around the
room. As he did so, the torches on the wall when out. A rather impressive display of wandless
magic, thought both Harry and Hermione, and no doubt many others.

Moving over to stand next to the Goblet of Fire, he waved his hand once more. The silent blue
flame turned red and roared to life as it seemed to spew out a burnt piece of parchment. Dumbledore
reached up and grabbed it as it floated down. Reading aloud, "The first champion is for
Durmstrang, Mr. Vasil Demetrius.

The Durmstrang students cheered, while Vasil made his way forward.

Again the fire turned red, "From Beauxbaton, Miss Fleur Delacour." More cheers. The
Goblet seemed to take the schools in turn, choosing the champions.

"From Hogwarts, Mr. Roger Davis." All of the claws were on their feet cheering for one
of their own.

And so it went, from Durmstrang; Rodomir Asparukh, and Andon Aleksandar. The one student who got
the most attention though, was Viktor Krum. He walked forward with an air of confidence none of the
others could match.

Harry couldn't help but notice, that when he stole a glance at their table, Hermione and
Ginny both turned red, while Ron did the opposite, and turned white.

The other champions from Beauxbaton were; Marie Elise Gilbert, Renee De La Rue, and Claudine Du
Moulin. While the other three Hogwarts students chosen were; from Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory, from
Slytherin, Derrick Wilkes, and the last name to come out of the cup was from Gryffindor, Alicia
Spinnet.

By the time Alicia had made her way to the front, the entire Hall was on its feet cheering and
yelling encouragements. Harry was no different, clapping enthusiastically for all, but mostly for
Alicia... she was a lion after all, one of their own. Fred seemed especially proud, and both Ginny
and Hermione noticed, and laughed at his enthusiasm. Harry also noticed, that three of the Hogwarts
students were sixth years. *`Must all have early birthdays,'* He thought, then looking
over to Fred and George, knowing how hard they tried to get in, *`too bad, they just missed
it.'*

The students quietly down and began taking their seats as Dumbledore again began to speak.
"Now here before us, we have our twelve champions, but in the end, only one will go down in
history... only one will hoist the Triwizard Cup." As he finished, he turned with a deliberate
suddenness and pointed to a covered object now sitting on the previously empty table beside them.
More wandless magic, as the final word left his mouth, the cover flew off, revealing the
spectacular looking Triwizard Cup.

In the surreal silence that followed this dramatic scene, the Goblet of Fire started to rumble
back to life. As everyone turned curiously back towards it one more time, its fire turned red, and
spit out another piece of half burnt parchment. Hermione's eyes cautiously followed the tiny
still smoldering scrap, as it floated downwards, that ill feeling coming back with a vengeance. A
concerned Dumbledore reached out and grabbed it, then stood in silence for what seemed an eternity
after reading the name that had been written on it. Still looking down, he said in a quiet voice
full of disbelief, "Harry Potter."

Harry jolted, no way, this can't be happening. All around him, he could hear people starting
to murmur things. Without even looking, he knew all eyes were on him. Turning quickly, Harry looked
to his friends for support, for help. He found none. Instead, in their eyes, he found contempt, and
repulsion, as if he was the lowest form of scoundrel. Someone, you don't talk to, or even
about, at least, not in proper company. Pausing on Ron for a moment, his first friend, Harry was
surprised to see the hard look on his face, the hatred in his eyes. Finally, Harry's gaze
stopped on Hermione. Her eyes told a different story, hers were full of worry, but for what? Was
she worried about him, or worried that he had cheated?

Shaking his head slightly he ventured, "Hermione... I didn't... I don't know
how..."

Hermione nodded quickly; she had to reassure him, "I know Harry, I know." She knew
just by the look of shock on his face. She also knew he was worried that she'd not believe
him.

"Harry Potter!" This time the headmaster's voice was loud and clear, and it
carried a hint of anger.

Harry just sat there staring back at Hermione trying to read her. He had to be certain she
believed him.

Hermione reached forward and touched his arm, never breaking eye contact.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore was quickly becoming impatient.

"It'll be okay Harry, go, I believe you... go!"

Harry saw the truth in her eyes and the concern on her face, and it gave him the courage he
needed. After a hesitant nod, he turned back and stood. He took a quick glance around the room,
only to find many angry faces looking back at him. Squaring his shoulders he raised his head high
and walked forward towards Dumbledore and the others champions.

As Hermione watched Harry walk away, she knew no one would believe him. They were always ready
to believe the worst. Maybe they were a little jealous, or maybe it just made them feel better
thinking `The Great Harry Potter' was not so different after all. One look at Ron and she could
tell, Ron was definitely upset... sure that Harry had wronged him personally somehow. She'd
deal with him later, remind him, that he was Harry's best friend. For now, she was going to
stay focused on Harry. She'd be damned if she was going to let him go through this alone,
especially since it appeared no one else was going to support him. Hopefully they, the professors,
would figure out what had happened and set things right, and then hopefully all would be back to
normal in a couple of days.

As Harry disappeared into the antechamber, Hermione wondered if this was what had been bothering
her since she first laid eyes on the goblet. Did her subconscious somehow foresee this coming? Was
it just a strong case of intuition? She didn't know, how could she, nothing like this had ever
happened to her before. After one last look at the Goblet, Hermione got up to leave, that's
when she noticed, her odd feeling had never left.

Stopping just short of his headmaster, Harry said in a loud voice, "I did not enter,
Sir."

Dumbledore looked at him impassively for just a second, before reaching out and gesturing for
him to follow the others. All of them, silently made their way to the antechamber in the back of
the Hall.

The Great Hall grew noisy again as students began to whisper about the turn of events.
"He's not seventeen," someone said. "He's a cheat!" Another yelled.
That was the last thing he heard before the door to the chamber closed. There was no doubt what the
students thought, and it wouldn't be long before Harry discovered what the professors thought
too.

oOoOo

An hour and a half later, Harry stepped through the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor common
room. It was obvious they had been celebrating, probably on Alicia's behalf, something that he
would not have begrudged her. Moving further into the room all eyes fell on him, and the room went
silent. Harry looked around trying to ascertain the feelings, that the others had towards him.

"Well, look who finally decided to join us," Ron slowly stood as he continued,
"wasn't enough getting your name picked, and going off with all the other champions?"
Ron tone becoming more sarcastic by the second, "Couldn't come back with them... no, had
to make your own special entrance."

"Ron," Hermione chastised, "you don't know what you're talking
about."

"Oh, but of course you do, you know everything. Well, I'll tell..."

Harry had half expected Ron to be upset, but nothing like this. He was also having a hard time
understanding why Ron was being so mean to Hermione. Finally, Harry's face hardened,
"Enough Ron! You got a problem with me, fine, but don't take it out on Hermione,"
Harry's tone clearly daring him to try.

Ron turned an ugly glare to Harry, "Right then, tell me Harry... tell us all... why did you
do it?"

Harry stepped further into the room and looked around, slowly studying each face. Each had the
same look; they all wanted to know. They all thought the same thing. Like Ron, they all thought he
had somehow entered his name. However, the last person his gaze fell on had a completely different
look. Hermione looked to be near tears. Whether it was because of what Ron had said to her a moment
ago, or if it was because of his current situation, he didn't know.

"You all want answers... that right?"

Dean spoke up, "Think we deserve that much, don't you?"

"Fine. I'll tell you, what difference does it make, you're going to believe what
you want anyway," Harry said simply. "But first, I... would like to know something."
He waited a moment before continuing, "Do any of you lot... believe me, when I say I did not
put my name in the goblet. Do any of you believe I'm not a cheat?"

Without hesitating, Hermione walked over and stood next to Harry, making it plain to everyone
that she did indeed believe in him.

Harry gave her a grateful smile, then turned his attention back to the room. Silence filled the
next several seconds while Harry waited for an answer. Looking around again Harry nodded his head a
little, "Well at least I know where everyone stands."

Then, speaking directly to Alicia, he started, "Miss Spinnet, as I told you a while ago
while we were with the others, as far as I'm concerned, you are the one and only Gryffindor
champion." Harry continued by directing the rest of his comments to the rest of the room,
"I'm only going to say this once; I don't want to be a champion, I didn't enter my
name in the bloody tournament, and I don't know how it got there. I don't know what is
going to happen, nor do I know what the professors are going to do." Harry took a deep breath
before going on, "I do know this though, I'm going to try and find a way out. I don't
want to compete... I don't want any of it."

"That's it, that's all you have to say, and you expect us to believe you!
You're a git Harry, a bloody git." Ron stormed up the stairs, and a moment later the door
to the fourth-year boy's dorm room could be heard slamming shut.

That seemed to signal the end of their little impromptu meeting, and the rest of the students
quickly broke up.

Hermione took half a step forward and opened her mouth to start berating everyone. She stopped
when she felt Harry's hand on her arm holding her back. One look at his face, and she knew he
wanted her to just drop it. What was wrong with these people? Surely, they knew Harry would never
do something like this, Merlin, they've known him as long as she had.

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry," Hermione said softly.

Harry turned so that he was facing her, "It's not your fault Hermione."

"I know, it's just... well I feel bad for you. I know you didn't want any of this.
These are our friends, your friends... why can't they see it too?"

Harry smiled, "I guess, some friends are just better than others."

Hermione smiled back, she knew what he meant, and was glad he thought so. "Harry, what
about the professors, what did they say?"

Harry's smile faded as he replied, "Well at first it was hard to tell, everyone was
yelling at once. Dumbledore seemed worried, and must have asked me three or four times if I had put
my name in the goblet. They all argued for quite a while. Then it was just Dumbledore, McGonagall,
and Snape." Harry took a moment to consider his thoughts before going on, "I'm pretty
sure neither Maxime, nor Karkaroff believed me, and of course, you know Snape would never believe
me. Professor McGonagall... I don't know, she only seemed worried that I was too young to
compete."

"Well that's true, you are. It puts you at an unfair disadvantage. What about
Dumbledore?"

"Well again at first, he seemed pretty sure I could get out of the tournament, but a little
later, he seemed... almost in favor of it. Said I had no choice, I was bound by a magical
contract." Harry shook his head, "I don't know, it was weird, it all happened so
fast." After a moment of silence, Harry looked down and sighed, "Honestly... I don't
think any of them really believed me."

Both stood quietly lost in thought. Hermione looked around, there were only a few students left
in the common room as it was getting late. "Harry... were both tired, it's been a very
long day, let's call it a night." Taking his hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Give me a chance to sleep on it Harry. Don't worry, we'll think of
something."

Harry squeezed her hand back and nodded, "Thanks," he said with a smile that
didn't quite reach his eyes. It may have been one of the worst nights of his life, but Harry
was thankful for one thing; having a friend like Hermione. "You're right, it's late,
we should turn in. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course,” Hermione acknowledged softly. “Oh and Harry, you should write Sirius,” she
quickly added, “you know he'd want to hear about this.” Harry just nodded his head slowly in
understanding.

Just before Hermione reached the stairs, she stopped and looked back. Harry was still standing
there in the same spot, he hadn't moved an inch, "Harry?"

He looked up, it was just a glance, but he knew what she was thinking, "I'm okay
Hermione... was just thinking I really don't feel like facing Ron again tonight."

It was Hermione's turn to nod in understanding. A moment later she watched as he finally
started towards his dorm. "Goodnight Harry," she said, before hurrying up to her own
room.

"Night Hermione." As Harry reluctantly climbed the stairs, he thought, *`Maybe
I'll catch a break, and everyone will already be in bed.'*

oOoOo

Over the course of the next few days not much changed. The students all seemed to be in a good
mood, laughing and joking about class, or what might be happening in the tournament. Their mood
changed however, as soon as they spotted Harry. Nasty comments and hard glares seemed to zero in on
him everywhere he went. Even his own common room was hostile territory. Nobody actually said
anything directly to him, but as the old Muggle saying goes *`if looks could kill.'* In a
way, the silent treatment was worse. Several times Harry had said hi, or something similar in
passing, just out of habit, only to have the person ignore him. The one individual who hurt him the
most though, was Ron.

"You don't want to admit you put your name in the cup... fine, at least tell me how you
did it."

"Ron, if I didn't do it... how am I supposed to tell you how I did it?"

"I thought we were best mates Harry, I can't believe you won't even tell
me."

That was the last time Ron had talked to Harry.

Harry wasn't the only one Ron was fighting with. Just outside the Great Hall, Ron stopped
Hermione as she was about to leave. He was going to give her a piece of his mind. He was going to
get her to see reason.

"Honestly Ron! Harry is your best friend, how can you say such things about him? You've
known him as long as I have." A furious Hermione all but yelled.

Neville had stopped Luna a moment before, to ask her what she was doing for her demo. He was
hoping to find a reason to spend a little time with her, so he thought he'd offer to help. A
few minutes later, a shy Neville smiled as Luna accepted his offer. Their warm moment ended quickly
when Ron started to yell.

"He's a cheat Hermione!"

"No he's not. How come you don't seem to mind, that your brothers tried to enter?
Why aren't you mad at them? And we both know, you would have tried if you thought you could
have gotten past the age line."

"That's different!"

"Really, how so?"

"They never actually entered.”

"They tried."

"So what..." Ron sighed, "What is it with you Hermione? I know you're smarter
than that, I know you don't believe him either. So why... why are you taking his side? Why are
you acting this way?" Ron's voice was hard and angry. There was no doubt he believed
everything he said. He was convinced that not only was Harry lying, but that she was too.

Hermione stepped forward, and now only inches from Ron's face, she answered him in a low
dangerous voice, "You're right Ron, I am smart... smart enough to know that Harry is
telling the truth, and that's why I'm taking his side." Ron just glared back, but
before he could reply Hermione continued, "And, as to how I'm acting? It's called
friendship. Something you seem to have forgotten." Hermione stepped back and turned, and
started to walk away. After a couple of steps, she stopped and looking over her shoulder, she
added, "Apparently you don't know either one of us as well as you think."

Neville and Luna stood off to the side quietly watching the fight. A moment after it ended
Neville turned to look at Luna, "I think she's right Luna. And I think... just maybe...
that I've made a terrible mistake." Neville said in a guilty voice.

Luna gave him a sad smile, and said, “It'll be alright Neville, but we both need to talk to
him.”

That had been over four days ago.

The professors of course would talk to him, whether or not they believed him, he still
didn't know. Harry Potter currently only had one friend in the castle.

After a lousy day, just thinking of her brought a smile to Harry's face. Then as if she
knew, Hermione entered the common room and went straight to him.

"Hello Harry," Hermione glanced around, "still getting the cold shoulder from
everyone?"

"Well, not *everyone*," Harry also glanced around, "but yeah mostly. Hey, at
least I have more time to study... what with no idle chitchat and all."

Hermione chuckled, "I suppose there is that. Have you heard anything about the first task
yet?"

"No, Dumbledore told us there'd be an announcement tomorrow night."

"And nothing about you, still no help getting out of the tournament?"

"No, none," Harry sighed, "I'm pretty sure he *wants* me to
compete."

Hermione worried her lower lip, she couldn't help but think the same thing. "And what
of Sirius, any word?" She whispered.

Harry leaned forward and answered her just as softly, "He's worried too, `very
suspicious' he said." Harry sighed before continuing, "All he could say was to be
careful, and keep my friends close."

Hermione reached out and took his hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. She couldn't
help but notice the irony in the way Sirius used the word friends.

oOoOo

As the first rays of sunshine broke through Harry's dorm room window, he couldn't help
but think as he rolled over and moaned into his pillow that Friday had come way too fast. He
didn't know what was going to be worse; potions, with Snape, or Dumbledore's announcement,
later after dinner.

Hermione was already up, and was just coming back from her shower, when a small posse met her.
They started in on her as she started to dress for the day.

"Hermione, why in Merlin's name are you being so nice to Potter?"

"Why are you even talking to him?" Added Parvati. Lavender nodded her head in
agreement.

Hermione took a small breath and pinched the bridge of her nose; it was way too early for this.
She had been taking a little heat for standing up for Harry. Of course, it was nothing in
comparison to what Harry was going through. Besides, it didn't matter she thought, she believed
Harry, and he was her friend; of course she would stick up for him. Turning to answer Lavender
first, she started, "Because I believe him. Honestly, anybody who knows him would."
Shifting to look at Parvati, "He's my friend, and even if I doubted him - Which. I.
Don't. - I would still talk to him."

Lavender really didn't care why, she was only hoping to get a little gossip material.
Parvati on the other hand, noticed the fire in Hermione's eyes as she spoke. Everyone knew
Hermione was smart, very smart, Parvati also knew she was honest, plus Hermione knew Harry better
than probably anyone. If Hermione Granger believed him... maybe, just maybe, he *was* telling
the truth. Parvati pulled Lavender away before things could get ugly. Later, she would definitely
have to think about this some more.

oOoOo

Making his way to the Great Hall for dinner, Harry chuckled to himself. After being harassed by
Snape for the last two hours in potions, he doubted anything Dumbledore had to say after dinner
could make his day any worse. Alone with his thoughts, Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and
looked around, there was nobody within ten feet of him, and he was pretty sure it was going to stay
that way. *`Hell, Draco stands a better chance at having a friendly* *conversation at this
table than* *I do.'* No sooner had Harry finished that thought, when Hermione plopped
down across from him.

"Evening Harry."

"Hello Hermione, how was your day?"

Hermione let out a long breath, "Good, but let's just say I'm glad it's
Friday."

Nodding his head in understanding, "Yeah, I only hope I'll be able to enjoy, at least
part of the weekend."

Seeing Harry lost in thought, Hermione started fixing a plate of food for him, before making one
for herself. "Well, we should know soon enough."

Harry noticed her making his plate and smiled. Reaching for the pumpkin juice, he poured two
glasses. "Yeah."

oOoOo

Forty-five minutes later, Dumbledore stood and approached the podium, "I see most of you
have finished your dessert, so... it must be time to tell you about the first task."
Dumbledore paused, and peered over his spectacles, as if to make sure everyone was listening.
"Again, as you know, the first task is designed to reduce the number of champions from
twelve... thirteen, to six… or maybe seven.”

Half the student body turned and looked at Harry, Dumbledore's slip had only highlighted his
involvement.

"Dueling will be the first task. Champions will only duel other champions from their own
school. Each duel will be timed, and scored, allowing each champion to be ranked from first through
fourth. Third and fourth places will obviously be eliminated, thus leaving six, two from each
school... plus of course Mr. Potter." Pausing for a moment to look at Harry before he
continued, "Mr. Potter will then duel one champions from each school, whether it be the first
or second ranked champion, will be determined by random draw. This way, each champion, including
Mr. Potter, will compete in three duels to determine their final score. Therefore, the last three
with Mr. Potter, will be to determine his final score only, as his three opponents will have
already had been ranked. If Mr. Potter manages to score higher than any one of the six champions,
he will continue on with them." Dumbledore paused to let this information sink in.

Hermione was grateful for the break as she had been very busy taking notes, and was making a
list of questions. If Dumbledore didn't answer them tonight, she'd have Harry ask about
them tomorrow.

A moment later, Dumbledore continued, his voice even as if he'd given this lecture many
times before. "The first task will last two days, and will begin on Thursday, October
twentieth. There will be four separate duels from each school, for a total of twelve, beginning
immediately after breakfast, and concluding just before dinner. The task will continue the
following day with six more duels in the morning. During lunch, the first twelve champions will be
ranked, and then from the final six, three will be chosen to duel Mr. Potter. Those final three
duels will occur shortly after lunch." Dumbledore again paused, this time to take a drink
before his voice dried up from his unusually long announcement.

As the details of the first task were being given out, the noise level in the Great Hall had
risen steadily. At the head table, the professors all seemed to be in quiet conference. Looking
around the Hall, Harry noticed, most all the students were whispering amongst themselves, some
pointing towards their champions, and occasionally someone would point at him.

The headmaster ready to resume, raised his hands to quiet the Hall, "All of the duels will
be performed here in the Great Hall. Each will be judged by a panel consisting of a member from
each school, as well as three members from the ministry, two from the department of International
Magical Cooperation, and one the department of Magical Games and Sports. If there are no unforeseen
complications, we should have the final results ready to be announced immediately after
dinner.”

Professor Dumbledore stopped and smiled for a moment before going on, “Finally the part that
I'm sure you're most interested in... champions will only be able to use spells from an
approved list. That list will be posted here in the Hall tomorrow morning during breakfast."
Dumbledore started to turn away, but stopped as if remembering something. "If anyone has any
questions, please ask your Head of House. Now I feel I have talked for far too long once again.
Thank you for your indulgence."

By the time the headmaster reached his seat, the peaceful calm that it existed during his
explanation of the first task, quickly turned energetic. Students speculated on such things as,
which spells might possibly be allowed, and of course, who they thought might win. The volume level
of their conversations gradually rose to level where Harry had trouble hearing his own
thoughts.

*`Dueling... against sixth and seventh years. Not only that, but the two best**,*
*from* *each school no less.'* It was hopeless, what chance did he have. His, would
be the last duels of the task, the one's people would remember. He would go from scorn to
ridicule overnight, how utterly embarrassing. However, before Harry's thoughts got any darker,
something else occurred to him. If he placed last, which he was quite sure he would... then it
would be *over**,* at least for him anyway.

Hermione finished her notes and looked up, *`He looks so lost,'* she thought.
"Harry? Harry! Are you all right?" She asked, waving her hand in front of his face.

"What..."

"Harry, you alright? For a moment, you looked…well…"

"Oh, sorry... just thinking."

"Yeah... I'm sure." Hermione was thinking too; she'd need to get that list of
spells as soon as possible. She had no doubt, that there would be a few that, Harry would be
unfamiliar with, or maybe never even heard of. They'd have their work cut out for them.

oOoOo

Harry was up bright and early the following morning. It was only a little after five o'clock
in the morning as Harry made his way down to the common room. At least three, sometimes, four times
a week, Harry would get up extra early and go out for a run. Over the course of the summer, he did
manage to get in a little better shape. Now it seemed more important than ever to stay in shape.
Reaching the bottom step, he was slightly surprised to see Hermione sitting there in her running
clothes waiting for him.

Hermione heard him coming down and looked up as he approached. She smiled at the confused look
on his face. "You didn't honestly think I was going to waste all that hard work from last
summer, did you Harry?"

"How long have you known?"

Hermione stood and slowly started walking with Harry towards the portrait hole. "Well...
only just recently. I think it's great. Also…I'd like to start running again, and if you
let me, I'd like to join you on a more regular basis."

Harry stopped walking for a moment and turned to look at Hermione, "You would, would
you?" He smirked.

Hermione reddened just a little, but before her courage faded she answered, "Yes, as a
matter of fact, I would."

As they made their way out to the grounds, to start their warm-up routine, Hermione asked,
“Harry, do you think we should practice our Karate?”

Harry thought for a moment, then stopped in the middle of a deep stretch, and said, “Well, I
doubt we'll learn anything new, but I suppose it would be a good idea to keep practicing what
we already know.

Hermione nodded, “Yeah, I was thinking along the same lines.” Then after a second, she added,
“Maybe once a week, we could shorten our run to make time for it.”

Finished with the warm-up, and ready to start running, Harry just nodded, “Yeah, sounds
good.”

oOoOo

Later that day, after lunch, Harry and Hermione sat on the couch in the common room quietly
discussing the various spells on the dueling list.

"Hermione, even if I do learn even half of these, where am I going to practice
them?"

"I don't know yet Harry, but I'm sure we'll find a place. Maybe Professor
McGonagall can help."

"Maybe," he acknowledged skeptically.

Neville, who had been sitting in the armchair only a few feet away reading, couldn't help
but overhear. Every day since the fight between Hermione and Ron, Neville had been thinking about
Harry Potter. If he was honest with himself, he knew he didn't know him as well as he thought,
but that didn't mean he agreed with Ron, in fact, just the opposite. He may not have had the
same convictions as Hermione, but he was willing to give Harry the benefit of the doubt.
"Guys, um sor-r-ry I wasn't eavesdropping, really, but I might know a place where you can
practice."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a moment, then both turned to Neville, and Harry
asked, “No offense Neville, but why are you telling us this? I thought you didn't believe
me."

Neville looked conflicted as he started, "I don't know what to believe Harry. I'll
admit, it doesn't seem like something you'd do, but then again, you're always getting
mixed up in… something. Although it's usually not your fault," He said the last part with
a small smile. “Anyway, we're in the same house and... and well housemates should give each
other a chance, you know... like friends would."

Harry turned to Hermione, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a look."

Hermione nodded in agreement, then turned to Neville, "So, you think you know a place we
could use?"

Yeah... well maybe... actually, I'm not really sure, I'll show you... if you want."
Suddenly, Neville wasn't quite as sure of himself as he was only a few minutes ago.

Hermione shrugged, "Why not? We've got nothing to lose."

Harry nodded, "Okay," then turning back to Neville, "lead the way."

Neville's face brightened as he hopped up, "It's up on the seventh floor. Found it
by accident last week." He began as he led them out of the portrait hole.

Harry and Hermione followed close behind, as they listened to Neville tells them, how he came
across this weird room.

"I thought maybe I had found a shortcut from Divinations, back to the main hall. I was in a
fairly deserted part of the castle, when I heard Draco and his goons coming the other way."
Harry and Hermione shared a glance.

"Well it quickly dawned on me how alone I was, and I thought, `I need a place to hide,'
so..." Neville looked at Harry sheepishly, "I turned around and started back the way I
came. Only seconds later I heard Zabini coming from up ahead. I was caught in the middle. I turned
around again desperately looking for any place to hide. Then out of nowhere, this door appears in
the wall practically right next to me." Neville slowed a little as if to remember something
about the event. "Anyway... I thought anything was better than staying out in the hall trapped
between those guys. So I opened the door and when in."

Hermione's curiosity aroused, "What did you find?"

"Nothing really, it was just an ordinary room... but there were lots of hiding
places!"

Hermione looked at Harry with one eyebrow raised. "Just what he needed," She said
softly.

Again, Harry nodded, "Yeah... but why?"

Hermione slowly shook her head, then looked at Neville. He just raised his hands palms up.
"Don't know."

oOoOo

"Are you sure this is the right place Neville?” Hermione asked, as the three of them stared
at a rather unremarkable piece of blank wall.

"Yeah, I'm positive."

Harry could see that Neville was getting a little frustrated with himself. "Neville, calm
down a second, and close your eyes. Now try to remember everything you saw."

Neville took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a few seconds. He sighed, "I don't
get it. I know it was right here. I just don't know how to make the door show itself."
Neville gave Harry and Hermione apologetic look, "I'm sorry guys, I'm just wasting
your time."

Hermione wasn't ready to give up just yet. "Neville, it must have been something you
said, or did. Let's reenact it, okay."

Neville gave a weak smile and nodded okay. "I was walking this way..." after walking a
few steps he stopped, then turned around. "Then I came back, then turned around again."
After repeating his actions, nothing happened.

"You didn't say anything?" Harry asked.

"No." Then more softly added, "I was too busy thinking of a place to
hide."

Hermione chewed her bottom lip for a minute, before a slow smile appeared on her face. Turning,
she walked a short ways down the hall, then turned around and walked back. Then once more turned
and walked away a couple of steps. No sooner had she stopped than a door started to appear on the
wall, right where Neville said, it should have been.

Harry raised a brow at her smirk, "Care to explain?"

Still smiling, "Sure, but inside," Hermione said, as she ushered Harry and a very
relieved looking Neville through the door. Once inside, all she could do was stare.
"Wow!" Then glancing at Neville, who also looked shocked, asked, "Is this how it was
before?"

Not trusting his voice, Neville just shook his head no.

"Brilliant," Harry said. Then turning to the others went on, "This room is
perfect for training in. It has everything!" Harry was ecstatic, as he went off to examine the
room more carefully.

Hermione smiled at his enthusiasm, then at a more casual pace started walking around, taking in
the room.

The room was quite large, about fifteen by thirty meters at least. The most prominent item in
the room was a dueling stage in the center. Off to the sides were various training aids, like
target dummies, and small moving targets to practice accuracy. All in all, Hermione had to agree,
the room was exactly what they needed.

Neville spoke up for the first time since entering the room, “I don't get it. Why is the
room different this time?"

Harry walked back shaking his head, "I don't know Neville... it's almost
like..." he paused, unsure of his thoughts.

"The room knows what you need, or want, and... it just provides it for you," Hermione
finished for him. Walking back towards the door, she stopped and closed her eyes. Moments later, a
small couch and chair appeared out of nowhere, right in front of a warm crackling fire. Turning
back to the boys, "You're right Harry... it's perfect."

Sitting on the couch, she beckoned them over, "Come on, sit. We need to work out a
plan."

Harry sat next to Hermione on the couch, something Neville noticed right away. After taking the
other seat, he asked the very question Harry had been thinking. "Hermione, how did you do
this?" gesturing around the room with his hand.

"This time, I just closed my eyes and imagined what I wanted. Earlier out in the hall, as I
paced back and forth, I kept thinking, `I need a room to train in,' and here it is. Not only
did this *room* provide what I asked for, it *knew* exactly what kind of training room I
needed." Looking around again she added, "It's really amazing."

The three of them sat in silence for a moment contemplating the significance of their discovery
before Harry wondered aloud, "I wonder if this room has a name?"

No sooner had he finished, then a plaque appeared above the mantle of the fireplace proclaiming,
"Welcome to, the `Room of Requirement.'"

Hermione beamed, while Harry chuckled and said, "Well that answers that." Then,
looking at Neville, he smiled, "You did good Neville. You did good."

Still a little shocked he could only reply softly, "Bloody hell."

Hermione considered chastising him for his language, but considering the accuracy of the
statement, she quickly decided to let it slide, and just smiled.

Harry noticed her restraint, and just laughed. Things were starting to look better.

oOoOo

Sunday mornings in the Great Hall were normally very quiet, few students were up before eight,
most preferring a bit of a lie-in. Knowing this, was why Padma was surprised to see her sister
waiting for her at the Ravenclaw table deep in thought. "Hey, what earth shattering news has
got you up so early?"

"Morning. No news, just got a busy day and I wanted to talk to you before either of us got
going."

"Kay…”

"What do you think about Harry Potter, and how he got into the tournament?"

Padma raised her brows, whatever she was expecting, this wasn't it. "Why the sudden
concern for Potter... oh you're not..."

"No, no, nothing like that," Parvati gasped. "Look, he's in my house, you
know. So I've been thinking about the whole situation a bit lately. I saw him when his name was
called, he looked... scared. Then there's Hermione, she believes him without a doubt."
Parvati stared at her sister, "I don't know anymore. I guess I'm having second
thoughts. What if he's telling the truth?"

"Well, he's not exactly the brightest boy at Hogwarts, but he'd have to be foolish,
stupid even, to enter as a fourth year." Padma smiled at her sister, "I guess I'm not
so sure either." Taking both of Parvati's hands she said, "Look, talk to Hermione,
see what she has to say, it might help."

Parvati pulled her sister into a hug, "Thanks sis, that's a good idea," then after
letting go she added, "well I'd better get going. See you later?"

"Sure, let me know how it goes."

Later that day, while on her way to dinner, Parvati spotted the one person she wanted to talk
to, "Hermione, you got a moment?"

oOoOo

Over the course of the next week and a half, Harry spent practically every free moment he had in
the Room of Requirement practicing for the first task. Ron was still mad at him, and most of
Gryffindor was still giving him the cold shoulder, Neville and Hermione being the only
exceptions.

Neville finally decided he needed to talk to someone about Harry. He needed to figure out where
he stood with regards to him. The only person Neville could think of, that might actually consider
talking about Harry's situation rationally, was Luna. He felt that even though she was only a
third-year, she seemed to have a certain wisdom about her that made her seem older. Of course, the
fact that he thought she was cute, only seemed to help him make up his mind.

The day after he had shown Harry the room, Neville and Luna sat down, specifically to talk about
Harry. Neville related to her about how worried Harry had been about the task. He explained to her
how he was becoming more and more convinced of Harry's innocence. Luna then told him, how she
had been fairly certain from the beginning. Neville asked her why she hadn't said anything
sooner.

“Why would anyone care what *Loony* had to say?” came Luna's no nonsense reply.

Neville knew how nicknames could hurt, and if used long enough, they had a tendency to stick, he
was going to nip this here and now. “Luna, please don't call yourself that. I may not always
understand you, but I promise I'll always try. And I for one, care what you have to say,”
Neville reassured her. Neither said a word for several seconds as she stared back at him.

Finally, she seemed to reach a conclusion. Luna's blank expression turned into a simple
smile as she said, “Thank you Neville.”

After a while, both decided that Harry would have been smart enough to know about some of these
problems beforehand, and as Luna pointed out, cheating did go against his character. It didn't
take long to finally agree, that Harry was telling the truth. Later that night, both had approached
Harry and apologized, and offered to help. Neville even accompanied him a few times to help with
practice. Hermione on the other hand, as busy as she was, went with him whenever she could, which
was most of the time. She even insisted that he duel against her to make it more realistic. It was
because of her efforts to help him that Harry found himself in his current situation with his least
favorite teacher.

"Mr. Potter, to what do I owe this most unexpected visit? Snape growled.

"Thank you for seeing me Professor," Harry started, trying to be as respectful as
possible. "I need...err I would appreciate your help with a potion sir."

Snape sat up and leered at Harry, "I see. Came here hoping I would help you brew a potion
to help you through your first task." Before Harry could interrupt he went on, "I'm
afraid not. I can't do that... even if I were so inclined. However, I'll be sure Madam
Pomfrey is well supplied with Skele-Gro and Blood-Replenishing potions."

"Err thanks…I think. But this is not about the first task. In fact, it's not for me at
all sir."

Snape's brow rose a tiny amount, his interest only slightly piqued, "Is that so, well
then, what are you on about, Potter?"

Harry reached into his school bag and pulled out a piece of parchment, and handed it to Snape.
It was a summation of the potion that Hermione was working on for her demonstration. She was
stumped on how to prepare one of the ingredients, and after several hours, neither she, Nicole, nor
Harry had been able to find an answer. Harry had suggested, that she go to see Snape herself.
However, Hermione was absolutely sure he wouldn't help, and she wasn't going to beg, or
waste her time. That wouldn't stop Harry from begging though, if that's what it took. He
was bound and determined to help her at least a little.

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AN: Although Cedric, Alicia, and Roger are all sixth-years, we'll assume they all had
birthdays in September, or October. For Cedric, JKR mentioned he was born in ether September, or
October, However there is no mention of any birthdates for Alicia, or Roger, at least, none that I
can find.

According to JKR, both Beauxbaton and Durmstrang are co-ed. However, in the movie `Goblet of
Fire', we are lead to believe they are not. I kind of like that idea, so for this story, we
will assume that's the case.

Hopefully, I have not confused you to much with all the changes. I'm trying to explain my
version as best I can without getting too bogged down in details. If you have a question, or just
want to know more, let me know, and I'll try to respond with a satisfying answer.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 6**

**It Begins**

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Breakfast seemed to pass by quickly and without incident, it would seem the students were more
interested in the upcoming dueling competition, than Harry, or anything else, and that suited him
just fine.

Everyone was cleared from the Great Hall for a few minutes, so that it could be converted to a
dueling arena, complete with shielded spectator stands. Harry and Hermione sat together up high,
and towards the back, and watched as students filtered back in. Hermione had indicated earlier that
she wanted to be able to see everything so as to better evaluate the duelist. Neville and Luna both
liked helping Harry, and so ended up spending a fair amount of time with not only Harry, and
Hermione, but with each other as well. So it was no surprise to anyone, when they sat down
immediately in front of them. Everyone else, was still avoiding Harry as if he had the plaque.

"Your attention please," Dumbledore began, "good morning, and now that breakfast
is over... we are ready to begin the first task."

As Harry sat in the stands, he was both nervous and curious at the same time. Nervous as to what
he would eventually have to face, yet curious as to how he might compare.

"What's the matter Potter, come to see how real champions duel, hoping to pick up a few
last minute pointers?" said Malfoy with a sneered, as he walked by.

Harry was about to respond, but then after a quick glance around, he realized it would do no
good. None of the other students thought any better of him, so, he settled for simply ignoring the
Slytherin prat.

"Don't pay any attention to him Harry," Hermione said from beside him.

"Thanks, I'm not," smiled Harry, “think we'll learn anything?" he asked,
gesturing towards the dueling platform.

Malfoy scowled at both of them for ignoring him, then after a minute he lost interest and left.
Harry smirked.

Hermione smiled, "You love doing that don't you?"

Harry glanced over his shoulder at the retreating back of the blond-haired Slytherin,
"He's a git." Turning back to Hermione, he added with a smirk, "But
yeah."

Hermione laughed before referring back to his original question, which she answered more
seriously, "I'm sure we'll learn something, style, technique, maybe their favorite
spells or something." Smiling, she went on, "I saw you come in just after me, but I
needed to talk to Professor McGonagall for a few minutes before I could join you."

Harry raised a brow in question, "Something about the tournament, or school?"

"A little of both actually, nothing terribly important, but I'll tell you later. I want
to concentrate on this for now."

Harry nodded in agreement and turned his attention back to the duel that was about to begin.

Hermione immediately took charge, "Harry, Neville, Luna, I want you three to just watch the
champions duel. Try to notice any patterns, or favorite spells. You're looking for their style;
aggressive, defensive, fast and reckless, or slow and deliberate. I of course will take notes, so
if you see anything of interest that you are afraid you might forget, just say it out loud, and I
will write it down. Then later after dinner we can get together and discuss what we saw." The
three nodded in understanding, and then waited quietly for the first round to begin.

Standing in the middle of the dueling stage, Dumbledore began to explain the first task,
"Round one will begin in just a few moments; it will consist of two champions from each school
dueling each other. We'll start with Durmstrang, Viktor Krum versus Rodomir Asparukh, then from
Beauxbaton and will have Fleur Delacour versus Marcie Elise Gilbert, and from Hogwarts Cedric
Diggory versus Alicia Spinnet." Dumbledore paused a few moments to let the cheering died down.
"After a short break, we will continue with; Vasil Demetrius versus Andon Aleksandar, Renée De
La Rue versus Claudine Du Moulin, and finally, Roger Davis versus Derrick Wilkes."

Harry looked around, he really couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, other than the
obvious excitement, but he could feel it. It was like a small electric current traveling through
the air. His fellow students were not just excited, they were eager to see just who was the best.
Which school was better? He couldn't help feeling a little dishearten. Though he desperately
wanted out of the tournament, he really didn't want to let his school down. Feeling Hermione
give his hand a gentle squeeze, he realized she knew what he was thinking. He also realized, more
importantly, that he didn't want to let her down either.

Harry's attention was drawn back to Dumbledore as he continued. "After lunch we will
begin round two. The champions we'll switch opponents, and again there will be two duels from
each school giving us a total of twelve for the day. That will be followed by dinner before turning
in for the night." Then in a gesture that reminded Harry of a Muggle boxing match, Dumbledore
pointed to one end of the platform. "On this end... I give you Viktor Krum." Immediately,
there was a loud round of applause, "And on this end... I give you Rodomir Asparukh." He
gestured to the other side, while the students again cheered loudly. Dumbledore then exited the
stage and turned to face the opponents. "Gentlemen, you know the rules... you may
begin."

oOoOo

As soon as he had entered the common room, he spotted her, he knew she was working hard at
coming up with a strategy for tomorrow. Harry quietly sat down next to Hermione, careful not to
disturb her thoughts. As he sat there watching, he couldn't have been more appreciative, and if
he was honest with himself, amazed! Not only was she the only one other than Neville and Luna, who
believed him about his involvement in the tournament, but she had spent every spare moment she had
helping him. `*And she's asked for nothing in return,'* he thought.

Hermione paused in her work and glanced up, then smiled. "Harry," She started,
"did anything about all of the duels you saw today... stand out?"

Harry took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, "Well, some seem to concentrate on
only a couple of spells, but they were very fast." Then after a moment of thought, he
continued, "While others seem to try and use as many different combinations as they could
think of."

Hermione smiled back, "Yes I noticed that too, but something else caught my attention after
a while, and once I noticed, it stood out like a sore thumb."

Harry looked down, brows scrunched together in concentration, trying to remember everything, but
nothing else came to mind. Looking up to Hermione, he shook his head slightly,
"What?"

"They didn't move. I mean none of them Harry, they all just stood there. They either
blocked the spell, or they got hit!"

Harry slowly smiled, "Yeah, now that you mention it, I don't remember seeing anyone
dodge out of the way either." Hermione could almost see the gears turning. "So... if I
could dodge some of their spells... I would last longer."

Hermione smile faltered; he really didn't think he stood much of a chance. He was only
looking to get through this, to survive. Of course that's what she wanted too, but after what
she saw today, she also thought he actually had a pretty good chance of making a fair showing.
Maybe he could even win a round or two.

"That's true Harry," She started, "but there's more to it." She
needed to convince him. She needed him to believe what she believed. Now going into full lecture
mode, "Harry, first, while they're throwing spells and shielding, they'll be wearing
themselves out more quickly. Second, since you won't need to block as much, you'll be able
to concentrate more on your attack."

Harry was listening very carefully, slowly nodding his head. He could see where she was coming
from, and it made sense. Another thought occurred to Harry, she always seemed to see things more
thoroughly. He was getting better at thinking things through, but he still had a ways to go
compared to Hermione. Glad once again she was on his side, he couldn't help but smile.

"Feeling a little better about tomorrow?" She said smiling back.

"Yeah... thanks to you."

She knew he meant it, and it made her happy. All the effort was worth it. He was worth it.

oOoOo

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, staring at his barely touched lunch. In a few moments,
Dumbledore would announce the six winners from the earlier duels. Hermione was sitting right beside
him. She had already finished her lunch, and was ready to take notes. Together, after the last of
the duels earlier this morning, they had sat down and briefly talked about the strengths and
weaknesses of each opponent. Now all they have to do was wait and see who had won, and then more
importantly, who Harry would have to face.

The Hall quieted down as Dumbledore approached the podium. As the last of the voices fell
silent, he began, "Normally I do not make announcements at lunch, but this is not a normal
year... is it?"

Harry noticed that his voice held a bit of tension. Harry also noticed, Hermione seemed to tense
as well. It seemed he was not the only one who was nervous.

"First, I would like for all twelve students who have participated so far, to please stand
up." After a short pause, Dumbledore gestured to them, "All of them have preformed well
and should be proud. Let's show them our appreciation." Again, after a slightly longer
pause, Dumbledore raised his hands to quiet the Hall. "Well, without further ado, I will give
you what you've been patiently waiting for. Again in no special order, the six semi-finalists
are: From Beauxbaton, Miss Renee De La Rue, and Miss Fleur Delacour.” Dumbledore had to wait a
minute the cheering died down. "From Durmstrang, Mr. Vasil Demetrius, and Mr. Viktor Krum,”
once again he had to wait for the Hall to quiet down. "And finally from Hogwarts..." he
paused seemingly just to add to the suspense, "Mr. Cedric Diggory, and Mr. Derrick
Wilkins.”

By now, most of the Hall was on their feet clapping, and cheering loudly. Even Harry was up and
clapping enthusiastically. Hermione, was probably the only one who could still see the nervousness
in his eyes.

As each name had been called out, it was also written down on a small piece of parchment, and
then placed into a deep bowl. Later, that bowl and its contents, would determine who Harry would
duel.

As the cheers faded, Dumbledore again spoke, "Congratulations students," he bowed his
head in recognition to them. "You six will continue on to the next task. Three of you will be
asked to return here in just a little while." Then standing up a little taller, he looked
towards Harry, "Mr. Potter, if you would please join us?"

Hermione gave his hand a quick squeeze for support. In return, Harry gave her a half smile of
thanks, then rose, and a moment later he disappeared into the antechamber with Dumbledore,
McGonagall, and the others involved in the tournament.

oOoOo

Harry had only been gone about ten minutes, before he returned to find Hermione anxiously
waiting for him. She was deep in thought biting her lower lip. He smiled briefly, it seemed as
though their emotions had reversed. Now that he was about to begin, his nerves had settled down. He
was finally doing something. She on the other hand, could now only wait and watch.

The Hall had already been reconfigured for the final three duels by the time Harry sat down.
"Hey... Hermione, don't worry, it'll be okay."

"Who?" was all she said.

Harry sighed, he knew she wouldn't like his answer, "Cedric, Renée, and...
Viktor."

Hermione tensed, and the look of worry on her face increased. Renée was pretty good, but only
average in ability. Cedric was better, and he was quick. He would be very hard to beat. But it was
Viktor that bothered Hermione. He wasn't very fast, but he always used powerful spells. They
weren't dark, but they were meant to take you out, fast and hard. If Harry was not extremely
careful, he could get hurt... badly.

They had been working hard the last few days, practicing spell work, working on strategies, and
so on. In addition, she had spent some time in the library reading all she could find, about past
tournaments, unfortunately, it wasn't much. She knew the tournament was dangerous, and she knew
students had died in the past, but she didn't have any specifics. She had managed to keep those
thoughts in the back of her mind... until now. Granted, this was a fairly well controlled
situation, but it was still only the first task. Hermione wasn't sure her nerves would last
long at this rate. Looking at Harry, she could barely imagine how he must be feeling.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Hermione began quickly, "Okay, we've talked about this.
With Cedric, you'll probably have to be more defensive, he's fast, so it will be harder to
stay clear. Viktor... oh Harry be careful, he's... he's..."

"Hermione," Harry reached out and took her hands, "I'll be careful. It'll
be okay."

Hermione seemed to collapse in on herself a little, "You better be." She stared at him
for a moment, and then looked away, "I don't like this. I don't want you to get
hurt." Turning back, "Why you?"

Harry chuckled, and tried to ease her worry, "Good question. I guess, because I'm Harry
Potter." He could see she didn't care for his sense of humor, "Sorry. Look, I
promise, I'll be careful. Don't want to miss your demonstration on Monday now do
I."

Hermione slowly shook her head, and gave him a weak smile. It was so like him. Here he was,
getting ready to duel three older students, and yet he still found time to think of her.
"That's right, and you better be there... and in one piece."

oOoOo

After her talk with Hermione a while back, Parvati had been paying more attention to the both of
them, but especially to Harry. He was at such a huge disadvantage, why would anyone want that?
Then, there was Hermione, who loathed cheating of any kind. Surely, she wouldn't make an
exception, even for Harry. Those thoughts and more, ran through her head as she watched the current
exchange with interest. The more she watched, the more she thought about it, the more ashamed she
became of herself. She decided, she would talk to Harry later. She just hoped he would be in good
enough shape to listen.

oOoOo

As Harry returned Cedric's bow, he thought, *`**this* *i**s
it.**'* Harry didn't waste any time, he quickly fired off a stunner. Cedric was
caught off guard for a second, and had to put up a hasty shield, but then wasted no time of his
own, and returned fire. Harry ducked, the first spell missed, going just over his head, but a
second was coming fast.

"Protego," Harry's shield flared, but held.

For the next several minutes, both boys traded spells. Like everyone else, Cedric barely moved,
he really didn't have to though. He either shielded himself, knew the counter spell, or took a
small step to avoid a direct hit. Harry did come close to hitting him twice, but even still, he was
fairly sure, he was losing the duel.

Harry was getting a little frustrated, he just didn't know as many spells well enough to
push Cedric out of his comfort zone, but at least he felt he was somewhat holding his own. *`For
now anyway,'* Harry thought sadly. Harry moved left and right, and he ducked several times,
but he avoided moving and dodging too much, so as not to tip off the other two champions of his
strategy. Additionally, Harry knew Cedric was fast enough to get him, even if he ended up rolling
around on the ground or something.

Harry was beginning to tire, *`Maybe something a little different,'* he finally
thought. Harry fired a low powered stinging hex just off to the right of Cedric, causing him to
move left... into his second spell just on the edge of his shield.

Cedric's eyes grew wide. As fast as he could, he slashed his wand out and down, only just
barely blocking Harry's last spell. He had to smile, Harry was giving him a good fight,
*`Better than Davis,'* he thought ironically. Although he wasn't going easy on Harry,
he also wasn't taking this as seriously as he should. If he wasn't careful, Harry might
just beat him.

Smiling, Cedric wondered if Harry would like a taste of his own medicine. After trading a couple
of quick spells, Cedric shot a stinger to Harry's left. Expecting him to recognize his own
trick, he added a second spell, a much stronger stunning spell to the same spot.

Harry recognized the stinging hex at the last second and thought, *`No way.'* He
decided to allow the spell hit, since it really didn't do much, then he'd be able to return
fire faster. *`Oh shite, two,**'* Harry realized a moment later. Now Harry was forced
to dodge right or be hit, there wasn't enough time for a shield. No sooner did he move, then he
was thrown back, and his wand flew from his hand. Caught by a modified version of his own trick,
Harry had been disarmed by perfectly timed, *“Expelliarmus.”* It was over.

oOoOo

Harry stood and looked around. The Great Hall was silent. *`At least they're not
laughing,'* ran through his head as he dusted himself off. In fact, he hadn't done that
bad, and he managed to last quite a while against his first opponent. Turning toward Cedric Harry
smiled, and then did something no one else had done... he gave Cedric a deep bow.

Cedric stood and stared at Harry not quite sure what to make of his final act. If anyone had a
right to complain that, the odds were against him, that this whole thing was unfair, it was Harry.
Yet here he was graciously acknowledging his loss. Cedric still wasn't sure how he felt about
the events leading to Harry being in the tournament. However, this small act of honor that Harry
was showing now, sure didn't lend any credence to the stories of how he had cheated to get
in.

Cedric finally smiled thinking, *`The hell with it**. He at least deserves the benefit of
doubt.'* Laughing a little, he walked up to Harry, and stuck out his hand, "Well done
Harry. That was actually one of my trickier duels."

Harry looked at Cedric offered hand not quite believing his eyes, then after only a slight
hesitation, reached out and shook it. "Thanks," he said softly, then added, "nice
move at the end."

Cedric laughed again, "Thanks, but actually, it was your move... I just added a
bit."

Harry laughed too, "My luck, you're a fast learner."

They stepped off the platform together and gave each other a nod, before heading off in
different directions. Harry spotted Hermione beaming at him, and went straight to her. Just before
he reached her, it seemed she couldn't hold back any longer. Hermione launched herself at
Harry, who stumbled back a little as he caught her.

After a quick *Hermione* hug, she pulled back, "Oh Harry... you did
fantastic."

"Really?"

"Yes! Absolutely brilliant."

Harry replied, "Thanks," with a sheepish smile.

"You have thirty minutes before you go up against Renée. Do you want to talk about it, or
just take it easy?"

Harry felt he did better when he went on instinct, plus they'd already talked about her
earlier and he didn't want to *over think* the upcoming duel. "I think... just
relax," he said as he led her over to a table that held some refreshments.

Harry grabbed two glasses of pumpkin juice, and then turned to hand one to Hermione, only to
find her staring at him. "What?" He asked, one brow raised in question.

"You," she answered, "you don't do normal. It's just not in you."
When his second brow rose, she explained, "Everyone's duel ended with one or both
opponents looking grim, or angry, or hurt, but not yours. What were you guys laughing
about?"

They sat down, and Harry told her everything while they waited. Then too soon it seemed, it was
time for his next duel.

Even though it seemed longer, the duel with Cedric had lasted just over five minutes. The one
with Renée was over in less than one. She just didn't know how to deal with a moving target.
Harry dodged and rolled all over the place. He never even had to put up a shield. After only about
a dozen spells, Harry tried his trick again, this time with success.

Renée pulled herself up off the floor with a huff, wondering just how she had managed to lose to
a fourth-year. More angry with herself than with Harry, she stood straight, then after a slight nod
of her head, she gave him a shallow bow. She may have lost, but she would still show the proper
respect, just as he had done earlier.

If she was going to follow his example from earlier, then Harry would follow Cedric's.
Walking up to her, he smiled and said, "Well played Miss De La Rue, I'm sure I just got
lucky."

"Luck? Emm of that I'm not so sure Mr. Potter," she replied while shaking his
hand.

*`Too down, one to go,'* Harry smiled at the thought... until he remembered who was
next.

oOoOo

Ron had watched from the stands, and his mood went from good to bad, to worse. When Cedric had
beaten Harry, Ron smirked, *`Serves him right,'* he thought. But then suddenly they were
laughing, like old mates chumming it up. Then Harry goes and wins his duel with the French girl,
*`What the bloody hell!'* Now Ron's only hope, was that Krum would put him in his
place. *`Would teach him right for showing off.'*

Again, Harry had a half hour break before he would have to face his last duel. Looking around,
his gaze fell on Viktor. The tall Bulgarian was staring straight back at him. His face was devoid
of emotion, he gave nothing away. Try as he might, Harry couldn't read him. He knew his own
face told a different story, nervous for sure, fearful... probably. He only hoped that Viktor
couldn't tell just how unsettling their little staring match was to him.

"And now for the last duel of the first task," Dumbledore's voice rang out through
the Hall.

"Well, this is it," Harry said with a nervous smile.

"You're doing great Harry, you're going to be fine," replied Hermione. It was
as much for her peace of mind, as it was for Harry's. As he stood to leave she quickly added,
"Good luck."

Harry glanced towards the stage, then back, "Thanks," then walked away ready for his
last match.

They stood straight and proud, facing each other. Wands at the ready in front of their faces,
both gave a shallow bow of respect as was custom. If Harry was honest with himself, he was not only
nervous, but scared as well. He'd already seen the results of some of Viktor's work. Not
just broken bones, but nasty compound fractures. Not just cuts, but deep lacerations. Two of his
opponents had to be carried away to the infirmary, unable to walk on their own, one had been
unconscious. He had no reason to believe his outcome would be any different.

Viktor regarded the small boy in front of him, had he cheated? Viktor wasn't sure, it seems
foolish and therefore unlikely, but then again, he really didn't know Harry Potter very well.
He had watched him duel, and had been a little surprised. Mr. Potter had shown more courage and
ability than he thought possible for someone his age. Still, Viktor didn't consider him a
threat. For the briefest of moments, he had considered going easy on him. *`No, if he is to be a
champion, he should be treated like one, regardless if he chooses this or not,'* he
thought.

"Begin!"

Harry stood and waited ready to defend, Viktor had always started out fast. *`What's he
waiting for? Is he going soft on me?'* were Harry's last thoughts before a barrage of
spells headed his way. He dodged the best he could, but a bludgeon spell just barely caught him on
the left shoulder, spinning him around and dropping him to the ground in pain. Even though it only
slightly connected, it had hurt like hell. Harry wouldn't have been surprised if his left
shoulder was now dislocated. As he spun, Harry cast a quick shield hoping it would hold in case
Viktor fired another spell. Hearing the telltale hiss, as a stunner deflected off of it, he was
glad he had managed it.

Viktor paused, expecting Harry to yield. There was no need to be excessive.

Harry slowly stood, wand at the ready, a slight grimace on his face from the pain in his
shoulder.

Viktor was mildly surprised. His opponent was outmatched and hurt... yet he would not give up.
Lifting his head a little as if to ask, *are you sure?* He received his reply when Harry
nodded back.

Hermione watched horrified, one hand over her heart, and the other over her mouth, to keep
herself from screaming out loud. Her heart was racing with anxiety and fear. Harry had yet to fire
a single curse, and he was already hurt.

Now that Harry had his answer, that Viktor wasn't going to treat him special, he didn't
wait for him to cast first again. Viktor was putting large amounts of power into his spells.
*`I'll use a different tact,'* Harry thought as he fired a quick low powered stunner.
After pausing for only a split second, he fired again in quick succession, "Stupefy, Stupefy,
Diffindo."

Viktor raised a quick strong shield, and then realized he was overpowering it against
Harry's weak attack. Thinking Harry was only going to fire the one spell, he readied to attack
again, only to find it necessary to have to raise a hasty shield again. Then for the second time in
only seconds, he was once more surprised. Harry's second stunner wasn't much stronger than
the first, but the third one was, and it shattered his shield. Caught off guard he jumped in pain
as the cutting curse left a fairly good-sized gash in his right leg.

This time, it was Harry who paused. Mimicking Viktor, Harry ticked his head up and raised an
eyebrow in question.

Hermione caught her breath; it seemed Viktor, could be hurt. Although proud of Harry for
managing to score a hit on Viktor, it meant he wasn't going down without a fight, and she
started to panic again.

Viktor smiled, hell he almost laughed as he regarded the small boy standing in front of him.
Harry may not have a lot of power, or a great deal of knowledge of spells, but he was still a
worthy opponent. He used what he had to great advantage, speed and intelligence. Viktor realized at
that moment, that it would only be a matter of time before Harry Potter truly became a force to be
reckoned with.

The duel resumed with both trading spell fire. In very little time, it was fairly obvious that
Harry was losing. He was barely able to stand with one foot broken. Blood from a cut to his head
ran down his face, some of it getting into his eyes making it hard to see, but he fought on. And
although Viktor was winning, he too, had taken a few more hits.

Neville watched with rapt attention. He was slightly awed by Harry's skill. However, it was
his sheer determination, his stubbornness, the will to continue, to not give up that really amazed
him. Harry was hurting; you could see it when he moved. Although after a glance at Hermione, he
would be hard-pressed to say just who was in more pain.

Viktor was beginning to tire, how Harry managed to stay on his feet he would never know.
Realizing this, he knew he had to finish this quickly. Summoning all his strength, he let loose
with several spells in quick succession. Harry's shield held for the first couple, then failed,
and he was blasted backwards violently landing with a sickening crunch.

The last thing Harry heard before his world went dark, was Hermione's scream.

"Harry!" Hermione was out of her seat and racing towards the platform. "Get out
of my way!" She yelled, wand out and ready to curse anybody who tried to stop her.

Professor McGonagall mentally pushed aside the disgust she felt for what she had just witnessed.
Students fighting students, hurting each other... trying to kill each other. She was rudely broken
from her thoughts by someone shoving past her, "Miss Granger?" She questioned. Seeing she
wasn't going to get a response, she grabbed Hermione by the arm in an effort to stop her, only
to find a wand in her face.

Hermione gasped, "Oh, sorry ma'am," and tried to continue on.

"Miss Granger, please stop." McGonagall could see the desperation on her tear-stained
face and felt for her. She knew they were close - Harry and Hermione. Always helping each other.
She had also seen firsthand how protective they were of each other. This was but yet another
example. "Miss Granger, please let Madam Pomfrey do her job." It was both part a plea,
and part an order. Seeing the anguish in her young lion's eyes she added softly, "I'll
tell her to allow you in the infirmary, so you might see him while he recovers." That seemed
to placate the young witch, at least for a few seconds.

After a moment Hermione turned back to her Head of House, "Who could have ever thought this
was a good idea?" looking around before going on, "Who would think this...
*glorious*?"

McGonagall rarely showed emotion in front of her students, but if there was ever a time for an
exception, this was it. Reaching out, she pulled Hermione into a gentle embrace and whispered,
"I don't know."

Although it only lasted a few seconds, Hermione was nonetheless surprised by the display, but
still quite grateful. Stepping back, she looked up into the older woman's eyes, and in that
moment, she knew she had an ally. Nodding her head in understanding, she whispered back,
"Thank you."

Harry was levitated away, unaware of his champions in arms, two of Hogwarts strongest women.

oOoOo

Harry woke to an all too familiar feeling. Stiff muscles, crisp scratchy sheets, and that oh so
unique smell, yep, he had woken in the hospital wing. Slowly opening his eyes, he started to reach
for his glasses, when somebody handed them to him. "Hey," he managed with a raspy voice
as his world came into focus.

"Hey yourself," Hermione answered smiling while handing him a glass of water,
"how are you feeling?"

"Well it felt like I was hit by the Express," Harry started as he rubbed his neck,
"but not too bad now... just a little sore."

Hermione nodded once, her face grave, "You looked pretty bad when they brought you in, but
Pomfrey said it wasn't as bad..." her voice broke a little, "as bad as it
looked."

"Easy for her to say," Harry replied dryly.

Hermione tried to put on a brave face, "Yes, well I'm just glad you're okay
now," her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Harry mentally kicked himself, of course she would have been worried. Reaching over, he grabbed
her hand and gave it a squeeze, "Hey... I'm fine... really." Then after looking
around, "Just a little irritated about being here is all." Turning his attention back to
her, he asked, "How long have I been out... wait, how long have you been here? You look
tired."

Hermione smiled and shook her head, "One night, and I'm fine, just didn't sleep
much last night." *`Here was Harry lying in a hospital bed, recovering from a dislocated
shoulder, three broken bones, and about a dozen cuts, yet he's worried about me.'*

"Well not that I don't enjoy your company, but you need your rest, and I'm sure you
still have work to do for your demonstration on Monday."

"Yes, well I'll take a kip after lunch." Turning pensive, she went on, “I'm
still no closer to figuring out that potion's problem though. Oh, speaking of potions, that
reminds me, Snape wants to see me today."

"Really?" Harry asked, not quite meeting her eyes.

Hermione studied Harry for a second, then raising a brow, "You wouldn't know anything
about that would you?"

"What... I..." Harry started, but was interrupted.

"Excuse me Mr. Potter, I vas hoping to have a vord with you, yes?" Viktor stood
straight, as if at attention, his appearance and manner, straight and formal.

"Ah, sure." Harry glanced at Hermione, who only shrugged, "What can I do for you
Mr. Krum?"

"I... I vish," Viktor hesitated ever so slightly, as if what he had to say was out of
the ordinary. "I vish to apo-lo-gize. I did not mean to hurt you so badly, I... I thought your
shield vould be harder to break. I only vanted..."

Harry held up a hand to stop the rambling Hungarian. "Viktor stop! It's okay, I'm
okay," smiling, he went on, "I kept changing the power of my spells trying to fool you.
Guess I did. Look, you did what you had to do."

Viktor seemed to relax, "Thank you for understanding." Stepping closer, he reached out
his hand to Harry, "You fought vell, and vith honor."

Harry slowly took Viktor hand and shook it, "You as well Mr. Krum... and thanks."

Viktor, again seemed to snap to attention, "Good day Mr. Potter, Miss Granger," and
after a curt nod to Hermione, he turned to leave.

Hermione called out after him, "Oh, and congratulations Mr. Krum." He looked back and
again nodded his thanks.

"He finished first, I take it?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, he won all three of his duels for fifty-eight points, Cedric also won three, for
fifty-seven points. You've got forty-three points, putting you in fifth place!"

"Wow... I never thought..."

Hermione just beamed.

"So how did the others do?"

Hermione sat up straighter, "Well, Fleur placed third with fifty-one points, she showed a
lot of skill. If she hadn't made that one terrible mistake, she probably would have won all
three. then Renée; the girl you beat, she placed fourth just ahead of you with forty-four."
Seeing his puzzled face, she explained further, "Renée won two duels just like Claudine, but
hers was faster, so she scored higher.” Smiling proudly, “Her worst duel was against you."

Harry nodded in understanding, "Oh."

"Anyway," Hermione continued, "Derrick got thirty-nine, and Vasil thirty; he
would have scored higher, but he used an illegal curse."

Harry's smile faltered, "Of course now, that means I'll have to do the second
task."

Hermione smile fell as well, "Yes, that's right... well we'll just have to face
that one together also, right?"

"Right, but first we have your demonstration to finish preparing for."

Hermione was beaming again at the mention of *we.*

Harry and Hermione continued talking for a while longer about things other than the tournament.
"So anyway, I can't wait till next Saturday, maybe we'll be able to take a
break," Hermione mused.

Harry nodded, "Well it is a Hogsmeade day, and... oh hi Parvati, did you need
Hermione?" not appreciating the interruption, Harry's voice was a little cool.

"Hello Hermione," she gave a half smile, then turning her nervous gaze on him,
"actually Harry, I've come to talk with you… that is, if it's alright?"

A little surprised Harry answered, "Ah sure... I'm not going anywhere." He turned
and looked at Hermione with an eyebrow raised in question. Hermione returned a soft smile and a
small shrug. "Well I need to see Professor Snape now anyway. Harry, I'll see you,
tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure... bye," Harry then gestured for Parvati to sit, "so, you wanted to
talk?"

Parvati sat down cautiously with both hands in her lap, and started to fidget. "Harry,
I'm sorry," she said softly while looking down.

Harry sat up a little straighter and looked at the girl sitting by his bed, he wasn't sure
how to respond, "Parvati...”

"Harry please," she interrupted, "this will be difficult for me to say, but I
need to tell you.” Parvati paused to gather her thoughts, “At first, when your name came out of the
goblet, I was shocked. I didn't know what to think. Everyone was calling you a cheat... and
worse," she added softly. "I'm embarrassed to say, I let their comments influence me.
I… I went along without thinking. I should have known better. My parents taught both me and my
sister to think for ourselves, and the importance of loyalty to friends. If I had just one-tenth
the courage of Hermione..." when she looked up, Harry was taken back by the steel in her eyes.
"It won't happen again Harry... I promise."

"Thanks, that means more to me than you know."

Everyone, except her parents, had always compared Parvati to her twin sister Padma. She was both
smarter, and more athletic. Parvati always seemed to fall short, but she never held it against her
sister. For a long time now, she had resigned herself to second place behind Padma. It really
didn't bother her; she'd always support her sister. What did bother her, was the notion
that somehow, being second was the same as being last. That she didn't try at all, didn't
put any effort into her work. That she was lazy, and therefore unworthy.

"It hurts when people think the worst," she said softly, while looking down.

Moved by the emotion in her voice, all Harry could manage was an equally soft,
"Yeah."

“And just so you know Harry, I've talked to my sister about this, I'm pretty sure, she
feels the same way.” Then Parvati turned and stared at the exit, at the very doors Hermione had
just left through, "You're lucky to have her as a friend."

Harry turned also, and with a small nod and a smile, quietly said, "Yes, I am."

oOoOo

After knocking, and hearing a muffled, *enter*, Hermione stuck her head in the partially
open doorway. "You asked to see me sir?"

Snape looked up for only a moment before he answered, "Miss Granger, have a seat."

Hermione eased into the office and quietly took a seat in front of the Potion Master's desk.
Knowing his disposition, she waited patiently for him to start.

"How are you progressing with your demonstration project?"

Hermione was mildly surprised, and it must have shown.

"Miss Granger, as a Hogwarts student your performance is a reflection of your school, and
as the Potions Professor, did you not think I would take an interest in your doings?"

*`And* *a reflection of my* *P**otions* *P**rofessor,'* She
thought. "Yes sir, of course." Setting up to her full height, she began, "My partner
and I have everything worked out... except for one minor..."

"You are having trouble heating the Erumpent Fluid,” Snape interrupted with a small
sneer.

"Yes sir," she acknowledged, ignoring his attitude. "We can heat it separately,
but then it won't combine properly. When we heat the mixture together; as we believe should be
the proper way, the Erumpent either spoils the mixture, or explodes."

“And do you know why?"

"Yes sir, it appears as though the Erumpent Fluid goes through more than one transformation
as it heats up and becomes unstable."

Snape actually smiled, "An excellent assumption Miss Granger." Then turning more
serious he asked, "Can you think of a way to bypass that?"

Hermione's brow scrunched together in concentration for a moment, "I suppose... if
there was some way to bring the potion to temperature instantaneously..."

Snape stood suddenly, startling her. "There are many things that are not taught until the
NEWT level, and still more that are not taught until one studies for his mastery." He picked
up book up off his desk and handed it to her, "Flash boiling; you'll find the technique at
the bookmark." Sitting back down he added, "Please return the book as soon as you're
done with it."

Hermione sat there momentarily speechless, hardly believing he was actually helping her.
"Thank you sir, I will return it promptly." Receiving no other response, she stood to
leave. Halfway to the door she realized something else, he had known ahead of time what she was
having problems with, how else would he have known what to bookmark. Stopping, she turned back,
"Sir, how..."

Snape stopped her with a glare, "Apparently you have a considerate friend."

Hermione smiled at the thought, *`Harry.'*

Snape sighed annoyed, "Now if you don't mind Miss Granger, I am rather busy."

“Of course sir," she replied, quickly leaving his office.

oOoOo

Harry was released from the hospital Sunday morning. After breakfast, he had spent pretty much
the rest of the day catching up on his schoolwork. He had missed Hermione completely at breakfast,
and had only been able to talk to her briefly at lunch. They were both quite busy. Not seeing her
again at dinner, he was certain she was busy working on her project, and knew just where to find
her.

Stepping through the doors into the library, Harry gave Madam Pince a nod hello. She only raised
a brow and went back to work. Being in a rather good mood since completing the first task, Harry
smiled and headed straight to Hermione's table. Reaching it his smile grew. Hermione and her
French partner, Nicole, were in an animated discussion, about something Harry was sure he
wouldn't understand. Books and parchment strewn all over the table, he coughed to get their
attention.

“Oh, Harry, hey. Sorry, I didn't see you coming in." Hermione said after she looked up.
Nicole stayed quiet, not quite sure what to make of the Hogwarts champion.

Harry waved off the apology, "You were busy… you also missed dinner." Before she could
argue he went on, "So, I brought dinner to you, and I brought enough for two," he added
looking at Nicole, who promptly turned pink.

Hermione sat her quill down and leaned back in her chair. With a smirk and one raised eyebrow,
she turned to Nicole, "Allow me to reintroduce Harry Potter, my very own personal hero."
Looking back up at Harry, "And Harry, you of course remember Nicole Lescuier," she
finished with a chuckle.

Harry blanched a little, "It's just dinner Hermione."

Without taking her eyes off of him, "And did I forget to tell you Nicole, he is also the
one responsible for the final solution for our potion?

It was apparent to Nicole, that there was more to them than what was visible on the surface.
Calming down, she began to enjoy this little dance of theirs, and decided to join in. "No
Hermione, you did not mention this!" Then after joining Hermione in staring at Harry, she
added in an awed voice, "I did not know you are so talented... in Potions of course."

Harry kept looking back and forth between Hermione and Nicole, "I... er, I'm not... I
just..." then it hit him; they were both smiling so hard they were ready to burst.

Harry plopped down in the seat across from them and let out a long breath, "Oi you two,
talk about taking the mickey out of someone."

Both girls laughed, and Harry soon joined them. Calming down before Madam Pince came over, Harry
asked, "Hermione, how did you know?"

"Harry, someone had to have told Snape, and I knew it wasn't Nicole."

"But it could..."

"I asked."

"Really, and he told you."

"Said it was a friend, a considerate friend."

Harry looked down suddenly feeling warm, "I knew you'd never go to him."

After a moment of silence, Harry chanced looking back up. Hermione was sitting across from him
with a soft smile on her face.

"Thank you Harry."

Again, Nicole joined in, "Yes, thank you Harry."

Another brief moment of silence passed before Harry spoke, "You're welcome." Then
clapping his hands together he added, "So, anything I can do to help now, or should I just
stay out of your way?"

oOoOo

The Great Hall after breakfast was nothing like it had been for the dueling task. Then, everyone
sat in stands back away from the stage, and could only watch. Of course, that had been necessary
for the safety of the students. Now however, they were no stands. Harry noticed students and
professors alike could not only come right up to the table where the demonstrations were taking
place, but were encouraged to. It was definitely a friendlier environment.

For the Skill and Knowledge Demonstration in Potions, everyone had to pair up.

Twenty-four students made twelve teams. Today, six of those teams were giving their
demonstrations. Tomorrow the other six would finish up. The six teams were further broken up into
two groups of three teams each. One of the groups would go in the morning, and the other group
would give their demonstrations after lunch. Hermione was happy she was in the first group. Unlike
Harry, she would get her demonstration done early, and then be able to relax and watch as the rest
gave theirs.

Each team would give their demonstration twice, once just for the judges, and once for anybody
else that wanted to watch.

Breakfast ended early as the demonstrations were scheduled to start at eight sharp. Harry had
only barely been able to grab a bite before the house tables were moved out of the way. Harry stood
near the back of the Hall and watched, as things got underway. Hermione and Nicole were just
getting started. One would work with the ingredients and the cauldron, while the other one would
explain what they were doing. Occasionally, during a natural break in the process, they would trade
roles. It was quickly becoming obvious that they were well prepared, and worked well together.
Along with them, Zacharias from Hufflepuff, and his partner were also just getting started. The
judges, would watch them both. Moving back and forth the short distance between the two teams,
effectively, keeping an eye on both. Draco and his partner were also in the first group, but unable
to watch three Demonstrations at the same time, Draco and his partner, would give their first
demonstration to any student who wanted to watch.

Harry decided to go watch Draco. That way, he wouldn't chance being a distraction to
Hermione. It worked better like this anyway, because Draco was supposed to be demonstrating to the
students, he'd be judged later.

Considering who Draco's Head of House was, Harry was expecting a good show, and Draco
didn't disappoint. Harry missed his opening introduction, so he wasn't completely sure what
Draco's potion was supposed to be about. However, after a while it became fairly obvious that
it had something to do with flame or fire suppression judging by all the flare-ups. One thing for
sure, it was very flashy. And although, he and partner didn't seem to like each other very
well, you could tell they had put aside their differences for the most part, to get the project
done.

"Think they'll burn the place down?"

Harry turned around to a smirking Neville, and smiled, "Not much chance of that with my
luck. How have you been?"

Neville smiled back, "Good, you?"

"For now... good, I think." Turning back to the demonstration Harry asked,
"Doesn't look like Draco likes his partner."

Neville chuckled, "No, I doubt he does." Seeing Harry's confusion he added,
"She's a Muggle-born named Collette, a year older, and I hear... she is quite
feisty."

"Well that would explain it, how'd you know?"

"Luna told me."

"Oh?”

"Seems Draco waited too long, to try and find a partner, so..."

"So by the end of the day… Draco won't know who to insult, Collette, or Hermione, or
even, you or me,” Harry laughed.

Neville nodded. Now that the first task was over, Harry had calmed down somewhat. It was good to
see him smile, and relax a little for a change. "Thought you'd be over there,"
Neville ticked his head towards Hermione's table.

"Oh as soon as the judges leave, I'll head over straight away." Harry turned to
Neville, "You going to watch?"

"Of course, don't know if I'll understand anything, but it should be
interesting."

Looking across the way to Hermione and Nicole, Harry's eyes seemed to come to life.
"Definitely, and exciting. They'll be doing something new, something that's never been
done before."

"Well, we had better get front row seats then."

oOoOo

"It is not uncommon after a serious accident, that the victim would need several potions.
Some may be given together, some not." Hermione was in her element. Either learning new
things, or sharing that knowledge with others, was something that gave her great joy. Hermione
loved teaching others, "The problem arises when time is of the essence. For example; suppose,
someone is badly injured and bleeding; a Blood-Replenishing Potion would probably be given right
away, as too much blood loss can cause other difficulties. The problem is, the person is most
likely also in pain, but you must wait at least fifteen minutes before giving them a Pain-Relieving
Potion, or risk one potion interfering with the other. If you're a pain, especially great
pain... fifteen minutes can seem like fifteen hours."

Hermione couldn't help but notice Harry absentmindedly nodding in agreement. She never told
anyone, but Harry was one of the reasons she works so hard on this project.

"Sometimes it's a particular ingredient that causes the problem. Normally, Fluxweed and
Knotgrass don't mix. Oddly enough, Fluxweed and Knotgrass, are both ingredients in the
Poly-Juice Potion, and are mixed without difficulty in that particular potion." Hermione
stepped back to takeover working at the cauldron, while Nicole took over speaking seamlessly.
"However, both are prepared differently when used in other potions, and normally they
can't be mixed. For example; Fluxweed in the Blood-Replenishing Potion, and Knotgrass in the
Pain-Relieving Potion." Making sure everyone was still following, she continued, "So, we
needed some kind of buffer. It turns out, Bundimun Secretion undiluted works fine for Fluxweed, and
Erumpent Fluid works for Knotgrass."

At the mention of Erumpent Fluid, Neville cringed, and the Weasley twins smirked. Harry smiled
and leaned forward a little, anxious to hear how the girls solved the heating problem.

Hermione took over, "I see some of you are familiar with the main problem with Erumpent
Fluid, when heated, it becomes... unstable." With a glance to the twins, "While that
might not be an issue for some, it certainly would be for this potion."

Hermione checked with Nicole to make sure she was ready before she continued, "The solution
is in how you heat the potion, and I also think it is the most interesting part of this
demonstration."

After adding a pre-measured amount of the temperamental fluid to a cauldron containing the other
ingredients, Nicole moved it over a flame to heat.

Everyone except Harry, backed up.

Hermione smiled, she loved the confidence that he had in her. "If you'll notice, Nicole
has her wand touching the cauldron, and she is holding a spell on it," Hermione spoke softly
so as not to break her partner's concentration. "The spell forces the heat of the flame
into the cauldron only, no heat is transferred to the potion... yet. At a predetermined time, four
minutes and twenty seconds in this case, she will remove the spell, and the stored heat will
transfer instantaneously, a technique called *flash boiling* or *flash heating*. This
allows us to heat the Erumpent Fluid, and maintain a stable mixture."

A moment later as Nicole was moving the cauldron to a spot where it could cool, Hermione
finished, "After cooling, the potion is ready to be administered, and will act like a
Blood-Replenishing and Pain-Relieving Potion in one. Of course, before it can actually be used, it
will have to undergo testing by a Potions Master, and a Healer. So... I suggest you all continue to
be careful." She said the last part while staring at Harry, who had the decency to blush.

oOoOo

Tuesday night dinner in the Great Hall seemed to last unusually long. It might have been the
large variety of delicious food, or perhaps it was just left over excitement from earlier. But more
likely it was the expectation of the pending announcements. Whatever the reason, Hermione sat with
eager anticipation, her eyes constantly shifting to the head table, waiting for a sign of things to
come. Nicole sat beside her just as excited, and it must have been contagious, because Harry found
himself stealing glances to the front of the Hall as well.

"May I have your attention please," Professor McGonagall said in a loud clear voice.
The Hall quickly quieted down. "First, I would like to congratulate all the students who
participated in the Potions Demonstration." McGonagall led the Hall in a loud round of
applause. When everyone settled down again she continued, "Next, as most of you know, only the
top four students from each school will participate in the remaining demonstrations. I want you all
to know the judging was very close. All of you showed excellent skill and knowledge in this tricky
subject." Here she paused momentarily and glanced at a sheepish looking redhead sitting at the
Gryffindor table. "Some of your demonstrations were more... interesting than others, but all
had great merit."

Harry could've sworn he heard Fred laughing at something his brother George said, a ways
down the table.

"Now what you've been patiently waiting for, your scores." Pulling out a
parchment, she began to read, "From Durmstrang…” McGonagall proceeded to read the names of the
top four students and their scores. Then went on to do the same for Beauxbaton. "And finally,
from Hogwarts... Miss Hermione Granger, thirty points. Miss Cho Chang, twenty-nine points. Mr.
Draco Malfoy, twenty-six points. And finally, Miss Luna Lovegood, twenty-five points." With a
gentle nod to Luna, she added, "Miss Lovegood also happens to be our youngest competitor. Also
one final note, had it not been for a rather spectacular explosion, Mr. Fred Weasley would have
tied for fourth place." With a rare smile on her face, McGonagall led the Hall in another
round of applause.

"You'll find the final tally for all the students, and all the upcoming events by the
way, posted in the same place you found the sign up sheet. Thank you, and I think that's all
for tonight." She returned to her seat as the Hall clapped one last time before people started
to get up to leave.

oOoOo

Harry walked just behind Hermione as they were leaving the Great Hall. He was smiling so hard
his face hurt. He was truly happy for his best friend. Hermione was ecstatic, and beamed as she
graciously thanked people for their complements. It was her day, her turn in the spotlight, and
Harry couldn't have been more proud of her. Of course, he knew she hadn't done it all
alone, Nicole worked just as hard, but she was over with her own friends and classmates, enjoying
her own celebration. Harry continued to hang back, careful not to become a cloud over
Hermione's moment. He was content just to watch. Then someone caught his eye. Harry moved
quickly, "Draco!” he called out, “Congratulations," Harry said as he offered his
hand.

The entire group of Slytherins that Draco was with, stopped and stared. Some looked surprised or
confused, others looked suspicious, even angry. If it had been a joke, the look on Draco's face
would have been worth a million laughs. As the seconds passed, Harry began to think that maybe
he'd made a mistake. Just before he was going to turn around, Draco stepped forward. He took a
long dissecting look into Harry's eyes, and then seemingly reaching a conclusion; he reached
out and shook his hand, and with a curt nod said, "Thanks." Harry returned the nod, then
turned and left as quickly as he had come. He left in search of two Ravenclaws; he wanted to
congratulate them also, before returning to his own common room.

Snape watched with mild interest as Harry headed for Cho and Luna. Professor McGonagall had been
congratulating Hermione when Harry took off towards Draco. Both were a little concerned at first,
and also watched with interest, then smiled knowingly to each other at the outcome.

oOoOo

Later, that evening in the Gryffindor common room, Fred and George grabbed Ginny as she walked
by, heading for stairs to her dorm.

"Hey!"

Ignoring her protest, the twins pulled her over to their table in the corner of the room,
"We need to talk."

Ginny panicked, "If this is about..." the twins entire demeanor changed as Ginny
started talking. Realizing who she was talking to, she stopped, then after a rather long silence
she said with caution, "Kay… forget that. What do you two troublemakers want?"

Fred and George shared a knowing look; something was up with little Ginny; they'd find out
later, for now it would have to wait. Turning serious again Fred started, "Have you noticed
your dear brother Ron?"

George added, "Something's up, he's..."

"A moron." Ginny supplied.

"Obviously," Fred said without missing a beat.

"But doesn't he seem to be more of a moron lately?" Questioned George.

Fred shook his head, "Why is he so angry at Harry?"

Ginny looked surprised, "Well for one thing, Ron was really looking forward to showing off.
Getting the tickets, talking Quidditch and everything… you know?”

“Yeah, we thought about that, but we think there is more going on…”

Ginny rolled her eyes, “Obviously… the main reason is because Harry cheated to get into the
stupid tournament."

"Did he?" George was serious again, something Ginny found a little unnerving,
"because we're not so sure."

"What?"

Fred sighed, "Look, we tried to cheat too, and everybody knows it, how come Ron's not
mad at us. How come nobody's mad at us? Also, we didn't just try, we tried hard... I mean
really hard."

George nodded, "And, you know we're good at those kinds of things. I mean Harry's
pretty smart and all, but come on, do you really think he could beat the goblet, if we
couldn't?"

Ginny stood up suddenly, "Oh Merlin, that makes way too much sense, why didn't I think
of some of those things before?" Ginny paused while she took time to think. "If he's
telling the truth...Oh shite. We need to write mum right away!"

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 7**

**Luna's Insight**

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Dean Thomas, never did like Harry all that much, and now, with Harry's involvement in the
tournament, he was being more open about it. As for Seamus Finnigan, it seemed he was on the fence
with regards to Harry. Besides Ron, Neville Longbottom was the only other boy in Harry's dorm,
and it was pretty clear by now how he felt. Since Ron was still angry with Harry, it meant he
really only had one ally. Dean knew this, and used it to his advantage. When ever Ron would start
to cool down, Dean would say something to wind him up again. He was having too much fun, and to let
Ron apologize would put an end to it.

Dean ticked his head towards a small group walking up ahead, “Oi, look who…The Cheat, the Squib,
the Bookworm, and Loony.”

Seeing Neville walking next to Harry, set something off in Ron; what right did he have to act
like Harry's mate, and for some reason, seeing Luna with them, bothered him as well. Ron picked
up their pace, intent on catching them.

Even though the weather was still nice, one could tell fall was upon them by the nip in the air.
Covered up in light jumpers and mittens, Harry and Hermione, along with Neville and Luna made their
way to Hogsmeade.

Neville and Harry walked side-by-side talking about classes, while Luna and Hermione followed
along a few steps behind.

"You and Neville seemed to be getting along quite well," ventured Hermione.

"Oh yes, he's very nice."

"Nice?" Laughed Hermione softly, "nothing more between you?"

"Well yes, there is more," Luna said, as if it was obvious.

Hermione turned her head and question her, with a raised eyebrow.

"Nargles.”

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked. She was still getting to know this girl, and it was times
like this that confused her.

"You wanted to know if there was more `*between*' Neville and me. There is,
Nargles.

"I see."

Luna looked at Hermione as if to say, really? Then, with her typical dreamy look, went on,
"He has a mild case of Nargle infestation. Until it clears up, we will just be friends, just
like you and Harry

Hermione bit her lip as she thought about Luna's last comment, "I don't think Harry
sees me that way."

"It's not about thinking," replied Luna casually.

"Luna, we're just friends, good friends. I..."

"Well well, look here Dean, if it isn't Potter and his fans," sneered Ron loud
enough to turn a few heads. "Come to celebrate have we, though I don't know why after that
beating Krum gave you. Pathetic, completely pathetic!"

Ginny had been walking with a small group of her friends just up ahead, when she heard her
brother lash out at Harry. Turning, she couldn't help but stare as the scene played out before
her. Having not heard back from her mother yet, Ginny was indecisive as to what to do. She could
only pray her idiot brother didn't muck it up too badly.

"What's your problem Ron?" Harry asked hotly.

"You are Potter, you and your sidekick complete with fan girls."

Ron was really beginning to piss him off. In the past few weeks, Harry had found he like the
normally shy Neville. Once he got him out of his shell, Harry thought he was quite intelligent, and
at the same time, fun to just hang around with. And of course, besides Hermione, Harry was also
growing fond of Luna as well. Harry took two steps towards him, "I thought you weren't
talking to me; which by the way, suits me just fine." Harry started, getting madder by the
second. "But if you can't keep your mouth shut, then you bring it to me and leave my
friends out of it."

As Ron was a little taller than Harry, he tried to intimidate him by stepping forward also,
"Maybe I should do that now."

Hermione had finally had enough, "Ron! For heaven's sakes, why don't..."

"Why don't you stay out of it," snapped Ron.

Seeing the hurt in Hermione's eyes was all it took. Harry was going to give Ron a good
thrashing. Reaching out, he grabbed his robe, intent on pulling him off balance and forcing him to
the ground, it was time to put his yellow belt to work.

"STOP!" Snape hollered, "let go of him Mr. Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor for
allowing yourself to be baited. Now, you and your friends get going before I decide to revoke your
Hogsmeade visit."

Harry glared at the professor for a moment, then quickly calmed down as Hermione came over and
stood next to him. "Yes Professor," he nodded, then turned and started away pulling
Hermione with him.

"And you Mr. Weasley, ten points for starting an argument and then trying to cause
trouble..."

"Ten points! Me! He's the one..."

"Enough Mr. Weasley. You would do well to learn how to control your mouth. Especially when
you prattle on about things, you know nothing about. Ten more points for arguing with a
professor." Snape's sneer turned hard as he added, "And if you want a detention as
well, then by all means, go and start something else with them again later." Professor Snape
pinned him with a glare for a couple of seconds more, just to make sure his message sank in, before
continuing on his way to the village.

As soon as Snape was a safe distance away, Dean laughed, "Good show... bloody good show
Ron."

"Shut it."

Dean only laughed harder, "Come on," he said while slapping Ron on the back.

oOoOo

"That place never ceases to amaze me," Neville commented as he and Harry left
Zonko's to meet the girls.

"I know what you mean, but you know what amazed me?"

"What?"

"How much time the Weasley twins were spending in there."

Neville chuckled, "Now that's a scary thought."

"Especially, if you're a Slytherin," Harry said with a smile.

They continued their walk to the three broomsticks, while speculating on what kind of mischief
the twin might cause in the near future. Entering the pub, Harry spotted Hermione and Luna sitting
at a corner table. He made his way over with Neville right behind him.

"Hey, how was Scrivenshaft's?” Harry asked as he approached their table.

"Hi Harry, Neville," greeted Hermione as the boys sat down. Luna just smiled at them,
then scooted a little closer to Neville after he had settled.

"Oh, it was okay, nothing special. I just needed to buy a couple of new quills." After
answering Harry, Hermione went on, "And Zonko's?" She asked with a raised eyebrow in
question, "anything I should be worried about?"

Neville laughed, "Actually we were wondering the same thing when we saw the twins
there."

"Yeah, they looked way too excited," Harry added.

Luna smiled, "I find, that if you remember our school motto when dealing with them,
you'll have nothing to worry about."

"Sleeping dragons ay," Harry said while nodding in agreement.

Luna in turn just nodded back.

"I only wish a certain other... younger Weasley, felt that way about Harry."

Harry looked at Hermione, "Oi, you think I'm a dragon?"

Hermione saw the mirth in his eyes, "Maybe... but in a good way."

"Not sure there is a good way when it comes to dragons," Neville said with a chuckle,
"just glad there are none around here." Then he turned serious, "Speaking of Ron,
what's his problem?"

Hermione leaned forward, "I don't know. I've thought about it and I really just
don't know. He knows Harry as well as anyone, how can he not believe him, yet alone act so...
so vile?"

"Maybe he's scared." Luna said softly.

Harry, Hermione, and Neville, all turn to look at the young Ravenclaw. It was Hermione who asked
the question that all three had been thinking, "Scared... scared of what? He's not the one
being forced to compete in this ruddy tournament. A deadly tournament I might add." The last
part said a bit more softly, while turning her gaze on Harry.

Luna blinked, she hadn't meant to upset anyone. It was obvious Hermione was worried for
Harry's safety, even though most of the time she hid it well. Her normally bright demeanor
dulled as Luna said quietly, "I'm sorry."

Hermione looked apologetic, "It's okay, I didn't mean to sound mad at you,"
she said, and gave her new friend's hand a gentle squeeze.

After a moment of silence Neville asked, "Luna, what exactly do you mean when you say he
might be scared?" As soon as he had finished, Neville glanced at both Harry and Hermione, as
if to ask if it was okay to continue along this line of talk.

After seeing them both nod their encouragement to her, Luna went on to explain, "I've
known Ron for a long time. He has always had a hard time... fitting in, trying to find his place
between his little sister and all of his older brothers. I think being mates with you Harry, made
him feel special, part of something; although for all the wrong reasons. Then he sees you join the
tournament. You went somewhere he couldn't follow. He was lost, and again, he didn't fit
in... and he got scared."

Quick to defend Harry, Hermione started, "Harry didn't join the Tournament! He
didn't ask for any of this. How is it his fault?"

"It's not," Luna said. "We all know that, but Ron is blinded by his
anger." Looking around at her friends she could see they were still unsure and upset. "I
wouldn't worry about it, he will eventually calm down and see things more clearly."

Something she had said was still bothering Harry, "You said, `for all the wrong
reasons'."

"Yes, I did."

"Why? What do you mean?" Asked Hermione.

Luna leaned back and stared off at nothing in particular for a moment, before answering. To all
at the table, it appeared as though `dreamy' Luna was back.

"Ron needs to find out who he is, and more importantly, what he wants out of life. He is
not going to find that living in the shadows of his brothers, and he's not going to find it
living in the shadow of the boy-who-lived either."

Luna seemed oblivious to the stares coming from her friends.

Neville and Harry were both mostly of the same mindset. Neither fully understood exactly what
Luna had met, but both could see some truth in it.

Neville smiled as he thought this would be a good way to spend some extra time with her.
Discussing just what she had meant.

Harry felt exactly the same, except he was planning to go over this conversation with Hermione.
Looking over at her now he couldn't help but smile. She was obviously deep in thought. He could
tell by the look on her face; the way her brow knit together, and her eyes focused on an inner
thought, only she could see.

*`Loony, they call her Loony Lovegood,*' Hermione thought, *`what a wretched
nickname.'* She was just getting to know this very confusing girl, and Hermione would be the
first to agree that, Luna would sometimes do or say things that were... well, loony. However, even
in the short time she had known her, Hermione had seen the girl's intelligence. This was a good
example; because she looked at things differently than most people, she saw things they
didn't.

Hermione continued to sit and stare at Luna as she worked this out. She was only a third year
and probably a fair bit younger than herself. Yet here she sat, offering some profound insight into
the mind of one Ronald Weasley. To say she was a little impressed would have been an
understatement. Hermione was pretty sure she'd be listening a little bit more carefully to her
new friend from now on.

"Well I reckon that'll take a bit to sort out," Harry mused, trying to lighten the
mood. "At least there's hope we'll be friends again, which is more than I can say
about that effing cow, Rita Skeeter.”

"Harry, language!"

"Sorry Hermione, but you know what she's been saying."

Hermione did know. It seemed things like facts, and the truth were of little concern to the
Prophet, or to Miss Skeeter. The rag more closely resembled a Muggle tabloid, than a legitimate
newspaper. Normally, Hermione would just ignore the nonsense they published, but since Rita's
meeting with Harry a few weeks ago, she seemed to be on a vendetta against him. To Hermione, that
made it personal, and she couldn't ignore it. She wouldn't just let it go, she'd find a
way to deal with Miss Skeeter, sooner, or later.

"I know Harry, and I'm not defending her. In fact, I agree she is a complete toerag. I
just don't think we should drop to her level."

"Might as well tell me off now Hermione, because I think I'm going with Harry on this
one." Neville said with a smile.

Luna and Harry laughed while Hermione glared. Then after only a second she couldn't hold
back the smile any longer and joined in, laughing with them. A moment later she stopped suddenly.
“Oh, look who just walked in…together.”

The others, turned their heads to follow her gaze. Viktor and Alicia were making their way to a
table. “Hmm, I thought Alicia kind of fancied Fred,” mused Harry.

The group sat silent for a moment, then Neville said, “Yeah, me too. Pretty sure he fancies her
though.”

“Might be nothing,” Luna added.

Hermione nodded, “Well, it's none of our business anyway.”

The group turned away, and continued their conversation about the poor quality of reporting from
a certain journalist.

oOoOo

Hermione pulled her scarf tighter. It was hard to believe, but in just one day the weather had
turned considerably colder. It seemed winter was trying to make an appearance by Halloween. As she
looked out over the Quidditch field, Hermione could easily imagine it covered in snow. Then out of
the corner of her eye, she saw him. Harry was climbing the steps carrying his broom, and heading
straight for her. She could tell he was mad by the way he carried himself and the way he moved.
Just as he reached her, she called out, "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry sat down rather abruptly next to her, "Bunch of gits," was all he said for a
moment. Then turning quickly he looked at her, "Anybody here you want to see play?" He
asked, gesturing to the field.

"Well... I..." Hermione stammered, "That is, well I thought you would be
playing." She was glad the air was so cold, it would hide her reddening cheeks.

Harry looked out over the field for a moment, then as if having made up his mind, he stood
suddenly and offered his hand to her, "Want to go inside and get something warm to
drink?"

Hermione nodded, and took his hand to stand. Without another word, Harry led her back to the
castle and into the Great Hall, only releasing her hand when they had finally sat down.

"Harry?" Asked a concerned Hermione.

"'You're not welcome here Harry,' they said, `might tarnish the
game!'," explained Harry in a tight voice.

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry, I know how much you miss flying." She said as she took his
hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She could tell he was more upset, than mad.

Looking at Hermione, Harry could easily see the concern in her eyes. She was worried about
him... again.

"Hermione, yes I'll miss the flying... and the game, but that's okay... really. You
don't have to worry, I'll be fine." Seeing she wasn't convinced, he went on,
"Look, it's not being told I can't play, I can deal with that. It's being told
I'm a liar and a cheat even if indirectly. It's being told I'll tarnish the game.
That's what hurts. That's what makes me mad."

With a sad look on her face, Hermione nodded in understanding. There was not much she could do
to help in this situation, Harry would have to work it out on his own. She however, would still
offer whatever support she could.

oOoOo

Monday morning sitting at breakfast, Hermione could almost feel the tension radiating off of
Harry. "Harry you still upset about yesterday, or did something else happened?"

Harry looked at Hermione, "Huh?" Then realizing what she meant, "Oh, no nothing
like that." He paused before going on to explain, "It's just this day... Halloween...
you know?"

Halloween had never been a good day for Harry, "Oh…yeah, I know."

Harry was just taking another bite of toast when he saw Pig swooped down and crash into the
pitcher of pumpkin juice, right in front of Fred and George.

After cleaning up the small mess, Fred relieved the crazy little owl of his burden, and sent him
on his way.

Harry smiled as he watched the scene play out, again grateful that Hedwig was his owl. *`I
think I'll take her some bacon after* *H**erbology,'* Harry thought. He
watched as Fred handed the letter to George, and then called for Ginny to join them. He was about
to look away when he heard Fred call to him.

“Oy Harry, got one here for you too," Fred smiled, then laughed, "don't worry
mate, it's not red, how bad can it be?"

Harry raised both eyebrows in suspicion, "Don't know, but I guess we'll find
out."

Hermione watched the exchange while thinking, *`Here we go.'*

Harry noticed the look on Hermione's face as he pocketed the letter and sat back down.
"I'll read it later during our next break, works out great, I was going to the Owlery to
see Hedwig anyway, might want to send a reply," Harry said, answering her unasked
question.

Hermione shook her head and smiled, "Kay." She knew Harry would tell her all about it
later.

oOoOo

A short while later as they made their way up the stairs to the top of the Owlery, Harry glanced
back over his shoulder at Hermione and smiled. She was about to burst from curiosity, and he knew
it.

"Harry Potter! What are you laughing at?"

"I'm not laughing, in fact, I haven't said a thing!"

"Well, maybe not on the outside, but on the inside you are, I can tell by how you're
smiling."

What... a bloke can't be happy?"

"Of course you can be happy. I'm glad you're happy." After a short pause, she
went on a little softer, "I don't suppose it has anything to do with the letter you
got?" Hermione asked casually as possible, all the while mentally crossing her fingers.

Harry stopped and turned to her, and with the most innocent face he could muster, he asked,
"What letter?"

"Harrrry!”

"Okay okay, don't get miffed Hermione, I was just having a bit of fun is all."
Harry reached into his robes, pulled out the letter, and then handed it to her. Smiling he asked,
"You're not mad are you?"

Hermione huffed, "Oh... I s'pose not." She reached out tentatively and took the
letter, then after a sigh she added, "No Harry, I'm not mad. It is your letter after all,
I've no right..."

"Hermione," Harry interrupted, "thanks, but with all that's going on, if
anyone has a right, it would be you. I shouldn't have teased you, I'm sorry."

Hermione smiled, "Come on Harry, let's go see Hedwig."

While Harry spoiled Hedwig with a plate full of bacon, Hermione read his letter.

.

.

Dear Harry,

How are you dear, I hope you are doing well?

I don't know what the Headmaster was thinking by hosting the Triwizard Tournament, never
mind letting you participate. The whole thing is nothing more than a load of codswallop! You can
bet your last galleon, I'll be having words with dear old Professor Dumbledore.

.

.

Hermione cringed, as powerful a wizard as Professor Dumbledore was, there was no magic that
could protect him from the verbal wrath of Molly Weasley.

.

.

Harry, I've heard some of what the other students have been saying about you. And yes, I
know Ron is one of them. I'll be having words with him as well. It's a bad job listing to
them Harry, just ignore them.

Arthur and I want you to know, that we believe you, and we're behind you. If you need
anything, you send that beautiful owl of yours, and we'll do what we can.

Love, Molly

.

.

"Well, what do you think?"

Hermione looked up with moist eyes to find Harry staring at her. "I think, you have more
people who believe in you then you know."

“Yeah, I guess you're right,” Harry said reluctantly.

Hermione knew that look' “What?”

Harry sighed, “It's just…I wish one of the professors believed me. There have been a couple
of times I would have liked to have been able to talk with one.” Seeing the look on Hermione's
face Harry quickly added, “Hermione no, don't get upset, it's not like that. You are the
first person I think of, when I need help…really. And you are always there for me.” Harry gave her
a little smile. “Thank you, by the way,” he said softly.

“Harry, you don't have to thank me for that…you'll never have to. I'll always be
there,” Answered Hermione, just as softly. “So then why…”

“Hermione, sometimes there are things, that I know only a professor could help me with.”

“Oh yes, of course. I know what…” Hermione stopped mid sentence, and then looked pensive for a
moment. She started to rub her hands together nervously and slowly looked away. Then in a quiet
voice said, “I didn't realize it at the time; how important it would be to you… I forgot to
tell you,” looking back, Hermione continued in rushed, worried voice, “Oh Harry, I'm so
sorry…I”

Harry stepped closer, and gently grabbed both of her hands. The letter had already made her a
little emotional, and now something else was starting to really get her upset. “Hermione… take it
easy… calm down, I'm sure whatever it is, it will be okay,” he pleaded. Harry watched as she
took a deep breath and waited for her to get herself under control. “Now, what's this all
about? What did you forget?”

Harry was being so patient, she couldn't help but give him a weak smile. “Remember the first
day of dueling,” Hermione started, “when I got there early?”

Harry nodded yes.

“I wanted to speak with Professor McGonagall. I was having trouble finding information on the
Tournament, and I wanted to ask her about it. But we ended up talking about you instead.” Hermione
smiled at the thought. “She said she was glad I was helping you, and that you had friends who
believed you. I asked her if she did…If she believed you were telling the truth.” Hermione's
voice hitched, “Oh Harry, she is so proud of you! She had believed you from the start; she was just
so worried you'd get hurt, she never got around to saying anything to you.”

Seeing the tears treating to fall, Harry didn't hesitate, he pulled Hermione into his arms,
and gave her a gentle hug. Still holding her, Harry said warmly, “Hermione, there's nothing to
forgive, no need for an apology.” Releasing her, so he could look her in the eyes, he went on,
“It's been so crazy around here lately. We both have been terribly busy…Merlin, it's a
wonder I remember to put pants on in the morning!”

Hermione stared up at Harry for a second, and knew he meant every word. “Thanks Harry,” she said
with a warm, and slight embarrassed smile.

“No worries Hermione.”

Hermione needed him to understand why her emotions were getting the better of her lately. “This
whole thing scares me so much… I get so worried about…I try, but…well, sometime it just catches up
to me when I least expect it, you know?”

Harry answered her in a detached voice, “Yeah… I know…” Harry stared at her for a long moment.
He had known all of this had been hard on her, but up until now, he never realized just how hard,
and it made him appreciate her all the more. Harry moved a little closer and took one of her hands
in both of his, and said, “Hermione, you are a great witch, and the most amazing person I've
ever known…Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.” Still holding her hand, he placed it over
his heart, and added, “Don't worry, we… we will get through this. Both of us.”

Hermione stared at her hand as he held it to his chest, and slowly nodded. It seemed that
whenever one's faith would slip, the other was always there to break the fall…just like now.
Hermione smiled, and it grew as she thought of his kind words. “Yes…the both of us,” she whispered,
knowing exactly what he meant.

oOoOo

The following afternoon Harry, Hermione, and Neville, shared a glance as they settled into their
seats for Potions. Snape, who normally liked to make an entrance, was already there, sitting behind
his desk busy writing something. The class waited patiently for him to finish; no one was foolish
enough to interrupt him.

Finally, Snape lowered his quill and looked up. Slowly standing up, he first made eye contact
with Hermione, then looked towards Draco. He slowly moved around to the front of his desk, and then
leaned back against it.

"Before we start today," he began in an unusually gentle tone, "I would like to
acknowledge two exceptional students from this class; Mr. Draco Malfoy, and Miss Hermione
Granger."

Gryffindors and Slytherins alike both seemed taken back. Rarely did Professor Snape hand out
praise, especially to a Gryffindor.

"For those of you who showed school loyalty by attending the potion demonstrations, I'm
sure you will agree with me, that their performance was exemplary. In doing so, they honored our
school and this very class. That is enough reason for me to thank them." Again looking at
Draco and Hermione, the professor finished with a nod to each, "You should both be proud. Ten
points each."

Then all too soon, it was back to business as normal. "Well, what are you waiting for,
afters? The directions are on the board... get busy."

oOoOo

It was the first time since Harry started Hogwarts that a Halloween went by without something
bad happening. After that milestone, the rest of the week seemed to fly by. Sitting down at the
Gryffindor table for dinner Friday night, Hermione was painfully aware of the tension in the air.
"Honestly Harry, why did Dumbledore have to wait to the very last night before telling us what
the second task would be?"

Harry looked around before answering, "Dunno. Must want it to be a surprise."

Seamus smirked, "Yeah, just what you need... more surprises."

"Stuff it Finnigan," Neville said.

"Wanker!" countered Seamus.

"Enough..." Hermione started to yell, but was interrupted by the Headmaster.

"May I have your attention please," Dumbledore looked out over the students and waited
for them to quiet down. "Tomorrow, starting at two in the afternoon, we will begin the second
task of the Triwizard Tournament. While the first task tested one's skills and adaptability,
this one will test your mind, and your faith. It was decided not to tell you about this task until
tonight, because we felt there was nothing you could do to prepare. You're either ready, or you
are not. You will either succeed or you will fail." Dumbledore said with far too much
drama.

Pausing, Dumbledore took a sip of water, then continued, "Tomorrow each champion will face
a gauntlet. It will consist of a series of *`gates'*. Their faith, along with their mental
and physical strength, will be tested at each of these gates. Some of the gates will be the same
for all, others will be unique for each champion. The outcome of each test will determine the path
they will take to the next gate. Obviously, a successful outcome will result in an easier path,
saving time. This will continue until they are all finished, either by passing the last gate... or
by failing completely at some point. The task will be timed, and each champion will be scored based
on his or her final time. Failing to complete the entire task, will result in a score of zero.
Obviously faster is better, however... one would be wise to exercise at least some caution mixed
with good judgment. In this particular task, there'll be no extra points for either style or
daring."

Neville looked over at Harry and saw him share a look with Hermione and thought, *`One has
the* *strength**, the other* *has* *the faith. Too bad they couldn't
share.'*

Making sure he still had their attention Dumbledore finished, "The lowest scoring champion
from the first task will enter the gauntlet at two o'clock tomorrow. Then each half hour
afterwards, another will enter. Thus in order from the lowest scoring champion to highest.
Therefore, we will start with Mr. Vasil and will end with Mr. Krum who will approach his first gate
at five o'clock. Once started, it will take each champion between one and two hours to finish.
If my math serves me, dinner may be a little late."

Dumbledore raised his hands one last time for quiet, "The viewing stands will be open
immediately after lunch tomorrow. I suggest you come early, as there will be more information given
out then. Lastly, champions, you are not allowed in the viewing stands at any time, and you are
required to report to the champion's tent no later than one thirty." Dumbledore gave a
tired sigh then finished up with, "And now... I think I've said enough... so, it's
good night."

oOoOo

Immediately after stepping through the portrait hole, Harry searched for Hermione. She was
sitting at her favorite table, hard at work on something. Spotting her, Harry started her way, but
was intercepted after only taking a couple of steps.

"Harry, we were wondering," Fred began, gesturing to his brother George, and his
sister Ginny, "if we could have a word with you?"

"Won't take long, we promise," added George. Ginny nodded vigorously in agreement
looking hopeful.

Harry glanced back over to Hermione, and found her staring right back, with a look of concern on
her face. He gave her a small nod to tell her he was all right, and saw her visibly relax. Then
with another look, he let her know he'd join her in just a moment.

None of this went unnoticed by the three Weasleys, especially Ginny. Of course Ginny knew, that
Harry and Hermione had always been close, but every since his name came out of that damn Goblet,
they had been growing closer. If Ginny was honest with herself, she knew she was partly to blame.
After all, she could have stood up for Harry like Hermione had. She might have even been able to
help, but she didn't. She stood by and watched as the whole school turned their backs on him.
All except for Hermione Granger. Ginny Weasley had mucked up her friendship with Harry but good. If
that relationship was ever to develop into something more, she'd have to work hard to restore
it, starting now. Any further thoughts had to wait when Fred started talking again.

Fred, looking about as serious as Harry had ever seen, began, "Were sorry Harry. Sorry we
didn't believe you from the beginning. Sorry for being stupid."

George went on from there, "At first when your name came out of the Goblet, we were
shocked, then amazed. I'm sure you know we tried to enter. We wanted it so bad, and then, when
we heard your name, well..."

"Of course we knew you would never admit it, neither would we if we had been successful.
That would be admitting guilt, and that would be stupid." Fred added almost apologetically,
"We just had to know... how'd you manage it."

"So even though it was too late, we worked even harder to try and figure out a way to
enter," said George.

Fred could tell Harry was beginning to get mad, and so held up his hands to hold off his
remarks. "Harry, the harder we tried the more obvious it became."

"You didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire," said George plainly.

"I see," Harry said, "and this timely apology wouldn't have anything to do
with a certain letter from home, now would it," he asked, both eyebrows raised slightly.

Ginny who had been quiet all this time finally jumped in, "Harry, they came to me a while
back, long before we got our letter from mum. They had already figured it out, and when they told
me I... I... well it nearly made me sick after I thought about it, and realized how callous I had
been to you.”

"We only wrote our mum to make sure she knew what was going on. We told her how badly we
had acted towards you, and ask her for advice on how to set things right. Oh and we also asked what
to do about our brother the git," added Fred.

George nodded sagely then added, "Yeah, and you can be sure she laid into us as well for
taking so long to get it right. You're family, you deserve better from us, she said."

Ginny nodded in agreement with both her brothers, then took over, "Harry, Hermione got it
right from the beginning; anyone who knows you should have realized right away that you were
telling the truth." Stepping a little closer she added softly, "And even if they
weren't sure, they still should have stood by you. That's what friends do, that's what
we should have done. I'm sorry..." Ginny glanced at her brothers, "we're sorry we
forgot that."

Harry was moved, he could hear the passion in Ginny's voice and knew she meant what she had
said. And neither Fred nor George had cracked a single joke, or even smiled during the whole
conversation. They had meant what they had said too. Harry hated not being able to talk to his
friends, he couldn't stay mad, so with a half smile he said, "Thanks guys, that's
great to hear."

Ginny's face lit up, "You forgive us?"

Harry's smile grew, "Of course... you can't stay mad at *family*."

Ginny squealed and grabbed Harry into a hug. Fred and George finally laughed and patted him on
the back.

Stepping back from the small redheaded group, Harry looked over to Hermione and smiled at what
he saw. She was quietly laughing as well, her eyes moist and full of joy... joy for him. However,
his smile dropped as quickly as it had come, when his gaze settled on Ron coming down the
stairs.

Ginny picked up on his quick change in mood, and after following his gaze she knew why.
"Don't worry Harry, I'll straighten him out, you'll see," she said with
determination.

"Just don't hold your breath Harry, she may have to spit fire before she gets through
to our ickle Ronniekins.” Fred warned.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
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profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter** **8**

**The Gauntlet**

.

Neville watched Harry push his food around his plate for a moment before speaking up, “What time
do you start Harry?”

"Three o'clock."

"What are you going to do till then?"

"Nothing much, I only have a few more minutes before I should leave. I have to be in the
champions tent by one thirty," Harry said, then looking up added, "from the viewing
stands, you guys will be able to see and hear things that are happening inside... so I can't be
there... might see something that would give me an advantage."

“Oi Neville, what's got your plums in a twist? You look more scared than Harry,” Dean asked
with a smirk.

“Neville's not scared,” Luna said as she sat down next to him, “he's just concerned for
a friend, we all are.”

Ron saw his opportunity and took it, “Oh really…all his friends are concerned for him, all three
of them?”

Ginny decided to take action, it was time to do more than just talk. She knew her dorm mates
would probably give her a hard time later, but right now, she didn't care. She'd deal with
them when the time came. Standing up, she said loudly, “Four!”

Never ones to miss an opportunity, the Twins quickly jumped up and said together, “Six!”

“Seven!” Parvati said as she too rose up from the table, and then quickly moved away from
Lavender, and stood next to Ginny.

Ron stood up too, now glaring murderously at his sister. “Three, seven…big deal, that's
nothing!” he yelled.

“On the contrary Ronald, it is something, it's something very special,” Luna said
softly.

“But you don't see it, do you Ron?” asked Hermione. But before he could answer, she tilted
her head slightly and continued, “Sadly, I think that's the real problem.”

“Doesn't matter,” Harry said slowly raising, “I'd rather have seven true friends, than
seventy dodgy ones.”

Ron was turning redder by the minute, but before he could say another word, the clock struck
one.

The noise in the Hall rose as benches were slid back, and student began to make for the exit.
The second task was about to begin,

Harry reached for Hermione's hand, “Walk with me?”

As the pair left, neither noticed the rare smile play across the face of their Head of
House.

oOoOo

They walked slowly and in relative silence, as they made their way to the champions tent. Just
as Harry was not allowed in the viewing stands, Hermione was not allowed in the tent. Stopping just
outside, Harry turned to her, "Well... any last minute advice?"

Remembering Dumbledore's words about one's strength and faith, Hermione looked him in
the eye as she said, "Stay focused Harry. You have it in you. You can do this... I know you
can."

Harry stared back at her almost in awe. It really amazed him, how much faith she had in him. His
voice was a little shaky as he asked softly, "Do you really think so?"

Hermione lifted her head a little higher to show her conviction, "Yes, I do Harry,"
then, with a little more warmth in her voice she added, "Because... I believe in you."
Before he could see the tears that were building behind her eyes, she gave him a long hard hug,
then turned and started for the stands.

Harry watched her walk away for a moment, then he too, turned and entered the tent.

oOoOo

After Hermione had left Harry off at the champion's tent, she had made her way to the
grandstands. She could care less about watching the spectacle that was the second task. And she
only vaguely cared about the other champions. No, she realized she was only there to watch one
champion. She would follow his progress, as if to do so, insured his safety. Hermione was only
worried about him, about Harry. Did that make her callous, was she being selfish, not to worry
about the others? *'No,'* she thought, *`they have plenty of people to worry about
them.'* She would focus on the one individual, few others would worry about.

She sat down in the stands near her friends, but not so close as to encourage any conversation,
she didn't want to be distracted. Looking around, she noticed Susan and Hannah from Hufflepuff
sitting together, no doubt ready to cheer for Cedric. Ginny was sitting with a couple of friends,
and would occasionally look over. A couple of rows down sat Neville and Luna. Hermione smiled at
the pair and briefly wondered if she'd be sitting like that with Harry, if it won't for the
Tournament.

In front of the stands was a huge display, like a giant billboard one might see along a
roadside, only very much larger. Currently it was blank, but soon it would show the gathering crowd
what was happening inside. Inside the gauntlet.

As Hermione sat quietly in the stands, and waited for the second task to begin, she thought, a
gauntlet is about a challenge. If you were challenged, didn't you have a choice as to how to
respond? `*He was never given a choice,'* she thought. Harry had to accept, he had to take
up the gauntlet.

oOoOo

Inside the tent, Harry sat with his eyes closed, trying to control his breathing less he lose
what little lunch he had managed to eat. It wasn't the unknown that bothered him so much, but
rather, it was the waiting. Waiting to be challenged by some unknown. Strength and faith, what
exactly did that mean? That he will need his *strength,* to find the faith to get through, or
that he has to have *faith* that he will find the strength he will need. Those thoughts were a
perfect example of why he hated waiting... too much time to think.

Harry felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked up.

"It's almost time Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said softly. The compassion in
her voice was plain to hear.

Harry gave a nod and slowly stood on shaky legs, "Yes ma'am." It had been nearly
an hour since the first champion had entered. He had yet to come out.

McGonagall led Harry through an opening in the side of the tent, and then along a narrow walkway
high up on the edge of a cliff. She stopped in front of an opening to a cave. "Here is where
you'll start Mr. Potter. From this point forward... you'll proceed alone. Your time will
start as soon as you enter," McGonagall gave his shoulder a light squeeze, "Good luck…
Harry."

Harry stared into the cave, and then looked back at his professor. With as much courage as he
could manage he answered in a thin voice, "Thank you ma'am, I'll do my best." He
gave her a quick half smile, then before he could change his mind, he turned and quickly entered
the cave.

For Harry, the second task had begun.

Watching him walk off to face his very own unknown, she knew he was scared. She could see it in
his eyes, but she knew he wouldn't turn back, wouldn't quit. Long after he had left she
whispered, "Merlin help you Harry Potter."

oOoOo

Back in the stands, Hermione sat wondering how she could have forgotten just how nervous she had
been the last time. She sat and studied the giant board in front of her. The main part was split in
two halves. One side showed a kind of map, and where each champion currently was. The other side
showed a random view of one of the champion as they worked there way through the Gauntlet. Off to
the sides were their names along with their current time since starting the task. Below their names
were a few minor stats, such as their current ranking, whether they were hurt or not, and even if
they were conscious or not. If Hermione thought she was nervous before, then she didn't know
what to call her current state. Harry had just reached the first gate.

oOoOo

After walking a short distance, the cave opened up into a small chamber lit by torches along the
walls. Harry looked around cautiously before he moved further into the chamber, that's when he
noticed someone off to the side, "Hello Professor."

"Hello Mr. Potter, welcome to the first gate," Professor Flitwick greeted. Then he
gestured behind him, "To approach this gate, you must first answer a riddle. Answer correctly,
and you will be allowed to continue through the gate, and to be tested. But be warned Mr. Potter,
after passing the gate you cannot turn back and your faith will be tested as you step into the
void. You may choose not to try, and bypass the gate, but you'll have to take a much longer
route. Should you choose to try, but answer wrong, you'll have to take an even longer
route."

"What... what exactly is the void, sir?" Harry asked with some trepidation.

"I can say no more Mr. Potter. Do you wish to attempt the gate?"

Harry looked beyond his Charms Professor, clearly they were three paths. Obviously, two were
easier, but considerably longer. While the other apparently shorter, but of course not so easy. His
mind made up Harry said, "I wish to attempt the gate sir."

Professor Flitwick nodded, "Very well Mr. Potter." Beckoning him forward to make sure
Harry heard him correctly, Flitwick asked, "What belongs to you, but other people use it more
than you?"

*`Hermione would probably get this in an instant,'* Harry thought. Just thinking of her
name gave him hope. Then it came to him, "My name sir."

Stepping aside and gesturing to the gate, the tiny Professor said, Mr. Potter, you may
proceed," then he gave a shallow bow before walking away, seemingly disappearing into the
shadows.

Harry took the offered passage only to come to sharp stop a short distances later. The path
ended abruptly. In the dim light, Harry could see no other way to proceed, except down, straight
down. The walls were sheer and smooth. There were no handholds, no footings, and no stairs...
nothing but a sheer drop-off. Peering over the edge Harry couldn't see a thing, certainly not
the bottom. It was a vertical shaft that seemed to go on forever into darkness. *Your faith will
be tested*, Harry silently remembered his professor's words of warning from only a moment
ago. *`No shite,'* and with that last thought Harry stepped off into the abyss.

oOoOo

Her arms held tightly in front of her as if holding herself, Hermione sat numbly in the stands,
one knee nervously bouncing up and down. She sat staring at the board, at one name in particular,
and only half paying attention to the others. The board would randomly changed from showing one
champion to another, trying to show at least most of the action. While she watched, the view on the
main board suddenly changed and she saw him.

The view was from inside the cave, slightly above and to the right, facing Harry. It clearly
showed him standing on the edge of what appeared to be a sort of overhang with a steep drop-off.
Hermione tensed when he closed his eyes, and then a second later, gasped when he stepped off into
nothingness. In a fraction of a second, he was gone. Intellectually Hermione reasoned he'd be
okay. Surely, they wouldn't let him jump to his death. But Hermione would not breathe again,
until she knew for sure.

oOoOo

It had only been a few seconds, but to Harry, it felt like hours. Falling through the blackness
he didn't think he had ever felt more alone. He wasn't even sure which way was up anymore,
and he was beginning to worry about what he would eventually hit, and of course how hard. Suddenly,
he felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a charm. It was slowing his fall, impeding gravity. Then
without warning, he crashed into, or rather through, the surface of a body of water. It was still
pitch black and not knowing which way was up, meant he didn't know which way to swim to reach
the surface, Harry was about to panic. Finally, he touched bottom. Re-orienting himself, he pushed
off and swam upwards, and a moment later was rewarded with smell of fresh air.

Thankfully, Hermione was always thinking ahead, trying to prepare him for whatever he may
encounter. She had showed him how to fasten his glasses with a strap that tied to the back of his
robes so they wouldn't get lost if knocked off. Reaching up, he pulled them off the top of his
head and pushed them back on his face where they belonged. Looking around he found himself in the
middle of what appeared to be an underground lake. A short ways away, he saw a rather large fire
burning high up the bank. Without wasting any more time, Harry started to swim.

oOoOo

The view on the board had changed back to Vasil, who was struggling with some sort of vicious
looking vines. So Hermione had gone back to studying the map. Finally the little dot next to
Harry's name started to move. It crossed a small underground lake, then started moving away
from the shoreline. Hermione took a breath, for now... she could breathe again.

oOoOo

Harry was halfway up to the fire before he calmed down enough to remember he was still soaking
wet. Without stopping, he used a quick drying charm on himself and thought, *`I've got to*
*relax a little**…* *and* *try to* *stay*
*focus**ed**.'* As Harry approach the large fire he looked around, but saw
nothing out of the ordinary. The flames danced and lit the entire inside of the cave up nicely, but
there was still nothing to see. Moving a little closer, he stopped near the fire. Looking up
through the flames he could see an arch starting to appear out of thin air on the far side, and
beyond that there were three pathways lit by torches. Walking around the fire to get a closer look
at the arch, he stopped right in front of it. Standing about ten feet high, it looked to be made
out of stone. As he looked more carefully, he saw the writing inscribed across the top, not unlike
the mirror of Erised. Thankfully the writing wasn't written backwards, it simply read,

.

Welcome to the second gate.

I look for but one answer.

Touch me, for a question.

Harry touched the arch, and then stepped back to read the following,

A wizard on his way to St. Mungo's.

Came across seven witches.

Each witch had seven sacks.

Each sack held seven cats.

And each cat had seven kits.

Kits, cats, sacks, and witches.

How many were going to St. Mungo's?

Give me your answer, and I will judge.

.

Harry stared at the riddle for a moment, *`What the hell,'* he thought, *`ah, seven
times seven,* *ah,* *forty-nine, times seven... no... too obvious...'* “Oh, seven
to the fourth power,” Harry answered confidently.

The arch pulsed with light, then slowly started to fade. Behind him, the fire died down and when
out. Harry noticed, that beyond the arch, two of the pathways had gone dark, making it clear which
way he was to go. Before starting forward, he again looked up at the arch, it was fading fast, but
one word across the top still glowed bright, *One*. Harry stared confused at the one-word
answer, until it too started to fade away. What a quick sigh, Harry started down the only path
available to him while rethinking his answer. It didn't take long before it finally came to him
and the answer made sense, *`Of course, one. The wizard... he was the only one going to St.
Mungo's.'* a few seconds later Harry groaned, "Oh Merlin, Hermione's going to
rip me a new one.”

oOoOo

Hermione stared at the board. Harry had been stationary for a couple minutes at the second gate.
Finally, he had started moving, "Oh no," she whispered. He was taking the longest route.
Looking over at his stats, she found out why. Next to the number two, written in red lettering was,
`Riddle'. "Oh Harry," she whispered again. She knew Harry wasn't the fastest with
logic puzzles or riddles, hopefully there wouldn't be anymore.

oOoOo

It took Harry nearly twenty extra minutes to reach the third gate, he had lost a lot of time.
Like the first gate, the path led to the edge of a cliff. Only this time it was obvious he was
somehow supposed to cross a nearly thirty foot wide chasm. Harry could clearly see an alternate
path that zigzagged down the side of the cliff, probably leading to the fourth gate, though at the
expense of more lost time. Moving a little closer to the edge and taking a better look around,
Harry noticed writing carved into the rock face.

.

Sometimes, in order to see, one must turn out the light.

.

Harry sighed, "Bloody riddles." Harry then closed his eyes and took a deep breath to
calm himself. Opening his eyes a moment later, he looked around. On both sides of the chasm were
several brightly lit torches. Smiling, Harry took out his wand for the first time since starting
this task and extinguished the torches. It took only a moment for his eyes to adjust to the
darkness, and that's when he saw the bridge glowing faintly in front of him. The color and
shape of the jagged edges of the rock that made up the bridge, matched perfectly with the color and
shape of the rocks on the opposite side of the rift. With its natural camouflage, it had been
nearly invisible in the light, which also washed out the soft radiant glow from its surface. Harry
moved quickly, and once safely across, he relit all the torches. Now with his path clearly
illuminated again, he wasted no time heading for the forth gate.

oOoOo

Hermione smiled, probably for the first time since she had sat down. Harry had figured out his
third riddle rather quickly, and she was quite proud of him at the moment. *`Maybe I didn't
give him enough credit* *earlier**,'* she thought. Suddenly, the crowd seemed to
gasp in shock as a whole, and Hermione's smile was gone in an instant. Vasil was being carried
from the last gate on a stretcher. His robes were torn and bloody, and he was unmoving. A quick
check of his stats calmed her fears if only marginally. He was only unconscious, thankfully still
alive, if only barely. Hermione remembered him entering with confidence, he had certainly started
out strong. Yet ninety-two minutes later, something had gone horribly wrong.

oOoOo

Once again Harry's path lead to a cliff, only this time he was at the bottom. The route was
clearly marked, he had to climb, there was no alternate path. Hoping there was a pattern, Harry
looked around for a clue. Sure enough, written at the base of the cliff was a simple note,

.

To reach the top, climb sure, but quick.

.

Harry thought that odd. It seemed to him, that one would want to climb with caution. Making sure
of your hand and foot holds, and taking care not to tire one self out. It was hard to estimate how
high the cliff was, but it was certainly high enough, that he was sure he wouldn't want to
fall. Harry decided to compromise, he'd be careful, but climb as fast as possible without
exhausting himself.

The ascent was going well, after only several minutes Harry figured he was about half way to the
top. Having been in pretty good shape, and being able to use both his arm and legs to climb, he was
hardly tired at all. He was about to reach for his next hand hold, when he heard a deep rumble from
below. Looking down, Harry saw the cause. The rock ledge he had used to get to the base of the
climb, had receded completely into the wall of the cliff.

“Great, no going back now,” Harry said to no one, as he continued his climb. A minute later,
Harry stopped for a moment to catch his breath, and took another look down. Something about the
rock face looked different, but he didn't want to waste a lot of time studying it. The cliff
was nearly vertical, and only lit by the torch light coming from the other side of the chasm, he
was certainly glad he had relit them as well. He was just about to resume his climb when he
suddenly noticed what was different. Harry stared in horror, all of the hand and foot holds he had
used at the bottom of the climb, were gone, replaced by smooth rock!

Harry quickly turned his gaze upward, and started to climb. He needed to hurry, because soon,
there'd be nothing left to climb on. He should have known, Harry thought, nothing is that
simple, there's always a catch. The alternate route, was falling. The simple note had been a
clue after all… *be quick*.

Harry was almost there, just a few more feet. No sooner had he looked over his shoulder, than he
wished he hadn't, the smooth rock face was only inches from his feet. It was going to be a race
to the top. Hot and sweaty, Harry struggled upward as fast as he could. He was nearly there, when
his left foot slipped out from under him, the smooth rock had caught up to him. His right foot soon
slipped as well, his toe holds were gone. Taking a deep breath, Harry pulled with the last of his
strength, using only his arms. His muscles were already tired, and now as he pushed them to the
limit, they seemed to burn. He could feel one of the hand holds he was using start to recede into
the rock. One last heave with trembling arms, and Harry had managed to hoist himself onto the
ledge. He laid there half on, and half off for a few second and rested. At the moment, he
didn't think he even had the strength to push himself up to stand. Harry would have liked to
have just laid there a while, but he knew time was of the essence. As soon as he felt a little
strength return, Harry struggled to his feet and started for the fifth gate.

oOoOo

Hermione had been hyperventilating while she watched transfixed as somehow Harry managed to find
the strength to finish the climb. Only now that he was relatively safe, at least for the moment,
did she relax. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she thought, *`I**t's a good
thing he's been working out.'* Hermione made a mental note to tell Harry her thoughts on
this, and to double her own efforts.

oOoOo

"Hello again Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled as he reached the fifth gate, "Hello Professor."

McGonagall gave Harry a quick look over, "I see you're still in one piece."

Harry dropped to his knees to rest, "Thanks for the confirmation, I wasn't quite sure
myself."

McGonagall smiled, "Rest for the moment, but remember the clock is still running." She
studied Harry as he regained his strength. `Was he strong enough for what was to come?' She
wondered. "Mr. Potter, beyond this gate lies your hardest and longest challenge yet. The
previous challenges tested you from without, this one... will test you from within. Are you ready,
and do you wish to try the gate?"

Harry stood up and looked down at his feet for a moment, then after a deep breath he looked up,
and with his head held high, he answered his Head of House, "Yes ma'am," his voice
was loud and clear.

McGonagall nodded, "Very well, answer my question and you may pass to the direct route.
What is so fragile, that when you say its name, you break it?"

Both stood completely still not saying a word. Harry's eyes were closed in deep
concentration. His time nearly up, he opened his eyes and smiled, "Silence."

"Very good Mr. Potter, you may pass. And Mr. Potter, do remember your answer, it will mind
you well in the near future... regardless, of your past."

Harry nodded slowly, not quite sure what to make of her cryptic words. Without saying another
thing he turned and headed for the sixth and last gate.

As Harry followed the path onward, the cavern quickly narrowed, and at the same time the ceiling
lowered. The passageway was rapidly becoming harder to navigate. He would often have to step around
or over an obstacle that try to block his path. To make matters worse, they were no longer any
torches to light the way, Harry had to use his wand for light. Entering a slightly wider part of
the cave, Harry stopped to take in his surroundings. He couldn't be sure, but it felt as if he
was being watched. No sooner than he started forward again, than he thought he heard a faint noise,
something or someone was behind him, "Who's there?," he called, but no one answered.
"Just my imagination," Harry said softly to himself. However, a little voice in the back
of his head said, *`In here... I doubt it.'* He had only taken a few more steps when he
started hearing it again, whispering. But rather than slow down or stop again, Harry quickened his
pace.

Was it only now that the cave seemed so… dark and foreboding? Or had it always been like this.
Was it only his imagination?

Turning a corner, the cave opened up into a large cavern, only this was completely different
than all the others. Where the others were bare with nothing but rocks and sand, this one was full
of plants and trees. He could almost swear he was outside in the forbidden Forest if it weren't
for the high ceiling of the cave. How they grew down here, Harry had no idea. Fortunately there was
a faint blue-white light filtering down from above, almost like moonlight, so Harry could
extinguish his wand. The ground was covered with a low fog about 2 feet thick, and as Harry
cautiously walked forward, it swirled behind him in his wake.

"Well this is... unexpected." Harry mumbled.

"What's the matter Potter, are you scared?" Came a voice out of the shadows.

"Ron! Ron is that you?" Harry asked confused, "what are you doing here?"
There was no answer, then a moment later Harry heard whispering again.

Harry noticed he was sweating, even though the air held a definite chill, as evident by his
short rapid breaths, visible in front of him. He was scared. Harry realized his heart was pounding
so hard in his chest, he wondered briefly if Ron could hear it. He needed to move, to move fast.
Harry was quickly being overcome with an unexplainable feeling of dread. He had to get out, he had
to get out now!

Fear was rapidly taking over as Harry recklessly pushed on, almost at a run. He was barely
conscious of his surroundings, and only in the back of his mind, did he notice Ron's laughter
fading away behind him.

Fear's grip was becoming stronger as Harry continued to struggle through thick undergrowth.
It almost seemed as though the plants along his path conspired against him. They slowed him down,
and held him back. He desperately needed to get out. He moved in slow motion like one did in a
nightmare. As that single thought threatened to consume him completely, he heard her. A voice he
had not heard in a very long time. A voice he now only heard in his dreams. The voice stopped him
dead in his tracks, "Mum?”

"Yes Harry, it's me."

Not more than ten or fifteen feet in front of Harry, the voice seemed to coalesce into the
ghostly outline of Lily Potter. Harry stared, too shocked to move. It can't be real, she
can't be real... can she. "Mum... are you really..."

"Yes Harry, I'm really here." The ghost was slowly becoming more... solid.

Harry wanted to believe... but she was dead... wasn't she, she died for him, didn't she,
but here she was. "Why are you here mum?"

oOoOo

A different kind of fear was taking hold of Hermione as she sat and watched. Harry was slowly
losing touch with reality. She wasn't even sure if he knew he was still in the cave anymore, or
that this was only someone's sick idea of a test. The enchantments in the cave were playing off
of his fear, much like a Bogart. However, no spell would break this charm. Harry was truly alone, a
victim of his own fear, trapped in his own mind.

oOoOo

"To see you one last time," answered the incorporeal being.

"What do you mean? I'll see you again... someday. I'll see you and dad."

Lily spoke a little louder, "He is strong Harry. He will keep us apart... forever."
Then Lily's voice took on a hard edge as she continued, "I died for you… for what,
this?" She gestured around angrily. "If I had known you were going to let him kill you,
that you were just going to throw your life away... I should have stepped aside."

Harry dropped to his knees in anguish and cried out, "Nooo!" He had let his mother
down. She regretted giving her life for him. Harry was now regretting it too.

oOoOo

The tears were now flowing freely down Hermione's face. They dropped from her chin and
soaked into her robes just above her knees, knees that were pulled up firmly against her chest. She
never wanted anything more badly that she did at this moment. He needed her, and she needed to be
there for him. She needed to hold him, and tell him, he was wrong. It was only the cave talking,
not his mother. Lily would never regret giving her life for him.

oOoOo

A deep sarcastic laugh rumbled through the cavern. "Harry Potter... pathetic. This time.
You. Will. Die." Voldemort voice was cold and calculating.

oOoOo

Hermione's hand flew to her mouth to cover her gasp. A moment later she felt a hand on her
shoulder, turning she found the concerned gaze of the only adult at Hogwarts that might
understand.

"I didn't realize his memories were so... strong. I don't know if he'll have
the strength to reach the gate," McGonagall said sadly.

That seemed to snap Hermione out of her self induced haze of sadness. "No! Harry will make
it, he'll find a way. He'll find the strength, I know he will." *`He has
to,'* the last part she kept to herself.

oOoOo

Harry watched in grief stricken horror as his mother stepped aside. There standing behind her
was Voldemort, a cruel smile on his face.

Fear was winning.

"This is how it should have been Harry, and now we shall set the past right,"
Voldemort sneered, and slowly raised his wand.

Harry was still on his knees, he bowed his head and thought, *`So this is how it
ends.'* But no sooner had he thought that, than a recent memory played back in his head,
*`…**regardless* *of* *your past.'* Harry closed his eyes as he tried to
remember. *`Remember your answer, it will mind you well**.'* Harry thought harder…
"Silence," he whispered.

Harry was confused, what did it mean? Do I need silence? No, that couldn't be it. There was
no way he could make Voldemort stop laughing. Maybe... I need to be silent. Harry relaxed and
closed his mind. He focused only on himself and tuned out, the rest of the world. Voldemort's
taunts slowly faded away. Soon he felt more at ease, more at peace, no sound... silence. That's
when he heard the whispers again. Only now that it was quiet could he tell they weren't coming
from outside, they were in his head. He focused on the sound, focused until he could hear them
clearly. "I believe in you Harry, you can do this." Hermione!

Harry's eyes snapped open, and with renewed strength he stood. He smiled at his mother, and
she smiled back, then nodded her approval, before quickly fading away. Harry turned his attention
towards Voldemort and pulled his wand.

Voldemort screamed in rage, "You will die Harry Potter." After bringing his want to
bear he yelled, "Avada Kedavra.”

At the same instant, Harry also yelled, "Confringo.”

The blasting curse left the glowing tip of Harry's wand and collided with the killing curse
from Voldemort's. The cave exploded with a blinding light, and then a few seconds later faded
away. As the spots left his eyes, Harry looked around ready for the next attack, only to find
himself alone. His vision now back to normal he looked around again this time in awe. The cavern
was completely empty, no plants, no trees, and no Voldemort.

Fear had lost.

Harry had reached the last gate, but there was no one there. There were no signs, or
inscriptions to read. Too tired to care, Harry sighed and stepped through. As soon as his body
crossed the plane of the archway that marked the gate, Harry heard a loud gong and the exit to the
cave just appeared in front of him. He took a few more steps and walked out into the fresh air of
early twilight.

The second task was over.

oOoOo

Harry started for the exit tent as instructed earlier so he could be checked over by Madam
Pomfrey. He had only gone a few feet when he heard her.

"Harry!"

He turned just in time to catch a racing Hermione as she crashed into him.

"Oh Harry, I was so afraid for you, I thought I would die more than once," she said
very quickly. "And at the end... oh... but you made it. I knew you would Harry." As soon
as she had finished, she tightened her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. She
needed reassurance, she needed to know he was all right, and currently the feel of his body held
tight against hers was the only thing that might possibly convince her. A few second later, after
realizing how intimate this particular hug was becoming, she released him and stepped back hoping
the darkening sky would hide her rising blush.

But it wasn't quite dark enough, and Harry smiled when he had noticed the color of her
cheeks. Reaching out, he took her hands and gave them a squeeze, "It was because of you... you
know."

Hermione tilted her head and worried her lower lip while she tried to puzzle out the meaning of
his words.

Harry dropped one of her hands, but held fast to the other as he began to slowly continue his
walk to the tent. Only then did he offer an explanation, "At the end... I was only able to
keep going because of you." Harry paused, "Remember what you said before I
started?"

They came to a stop and turned to face each other again. Staring into his eyes, Hermione gently
nodded yes.

Harry gave her a sheepish smile, "I didn't want to let you down."

"You didn't."

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**AN:** Thanks for your patience, and of course, your kind reviews.

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**Chapter 9**

**Of Crabs and Cramps**

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As Harry's mind slowly drifted towards consciousness, he noticed a familiar scent, vanilla.
Even before he opened his eyes, he smiled and said, “Morning Hermione.”

“Morning Harry,” she said, leaning forward a little to examine his still closed eyes. “How'd
you know I was here? Are you peeking?”

Harry opened his eyes, and with a growing smile said, “Now you know I don't cheat.”

Hermione raised one eyebrow, “No, I suppose not, but that doesn't answer…”

“I could smell you.”

Hermione's other eyebrow joined the first near her hairline, “Well since I just got out of
the shower, I guess I had better look into finding a better soap.”

Harry laughed while scooting back a little, so he could sit up. “Your soap is fine Hermione,
it's your shampoo,” seeing she was still waiting for an explanation, he went on, “Vanilla…your
hair always smells faintly of vanilla.”

"Oh…" Hermione leaned back in her chair, not quite sure how she felt about that.

"I hope you don't ever change it... I... I like it. Whenever I smell vanilla, it
reminds me of you." Both teens turned away slightly embarrassed.

Unable to believe he had just said such a personal thing, Harry tried to ease the tension by
changing the subject, "Madam. Pomfrey says I should be able to leave this afternoon."

Hermione turned back, "Oh that's great news Harry. I was afraid she might make you
spend another night here."

"I don't know why I even had to spend one."

"You know why Harry. You were exhausted, both physically and magically. You really did need
it."

"I suppose," Harry relented, "so, you're up early."

"Well, I know how much you love being here, so I thought I'd come and join you for
breakfast," Hermione said with a look, that brokered no argument.

Harry nodded, "Sounds good."

A short while later Harry wiped his face with a napkin and moaned, "I don't think I
could eat another bite."

Hermione stood and chuckled, "That's because there isn't another bite."

"Hey, you said I need to regain my strength."

Reaching over she took the tray from his lap and sat it on the side table next to her own,
"Yes, but I didn't necessarily mean you had to do it all in one meal."

"Well at least I didn't talk with my mouth full of food."

"Um, that's true," she said playfully. "Listen, as much as I'd like to
hang around here with you and the other goldbrickers, I can't; I have some work to do... some
of it is even due tomorrow."

Harry put on his best-looking stern face, "Hermione Granger... waiting until the last day
to finish an assignment?"

Yes, well, I was a bit distracted," she smiled.

Harry stared at her for a moment then nodded, "I know... thanks Hermione."

"No worries," she said softly. Then a second later her voice returned to normal, and
she asked, "So, what are you going to do? Want me to bring you your books or
something?"

“No, I think I'll write a nice long letter to an old friend."

"I'll bet he'd like that," Hermione said as she turned for the door,
"I'll see you later at dinner."

"Yeah sure, bye."

oOoOo

.

Dear Padfoot,

How are you? I hope this letter finds you doing well. It's been a couple of weeks since I
last wrote, so I thought I'd send you an update. Well let's see... it's Sunday morning,
the day after a second task. Madam Pomfrey insisted I spend last night in her care, but I expect to
be released this afternoon. I swear, she makes such a fuss. A couple of little cuts and scratches,
and you'd think I was missing a limb or something. Well at least she cares, and I know she
means well. Since I'll be here a while, I hope you don't mind a long letter.

The second task was really different. It was a little physical, but mainly it just messed with
your head, especially towards the end. It was so real, I kind of forgot where I was. I don't
know if I've ever been that scared before. Anyway, I can hardly believe it, but I managed to
come in second for this task. I was only three minutes behind Fleur. Then it was Cedric, followed
by Renée, and can you believe it, Viktor came in fifth. Derrick and Vasil were last, although I
don't know the order, (if you really want to know, ask Hermione). So unfortunately, that means
I have to go on now, to the end. I just hope it's not the end of me!

Adding the scores from the first task puts me in third place overall. As it stands right now,
Cedric is in the first with eighty-two points, Fleur is second with eighty-one, then me with
seventy-nine, and finally, Viktor with seventy-seven. I hate the fact that I'm part of the
final group and have to continue on, but part of me is also just a little bit proud. I somehow
managed to hold my own against some older students. With most of the school still calling me a liar
and a cheat, it helps just a little if you know what I mean. And with that thought, I have to tell
you Padfoot, Hermione has been great! She keeps track of everything; the scores, dates, rules,
everything. But most of all, she is always there to help me. A few others have come around and
believe me now, but she believed me from the beginning. I honestly don't know what I'd do
without her, I'm sure I'd have never made it this far.

As for everyone else, well Neville and Luna are still with me. The Weasley twins and Ginny, plus
the Patil twins say they believe me now. However, Ron is still being a total git. Luna thinks
it's because he's afraid. I don't know about that.

I've been keeping an eye on Bagman and Crouch like you suggested, both seem a little weird,
but nothing dark stands out. Of all of them, Karkaroff seems the most suspicious. It's like
he's always ready to make a run for it. Also, I don't know if it means anything, but on a
couple of occasions, I've caught Moody staring at me.

Well, that's about it for now, as soon as I know anything about the third task I'll
write again. Until then please take care and be careful.

Harry

.

oOoOo

Hermione had just finished lunch, and was on her way back to the library. She wanted to continue
the work she had started after leaving Harry in the infirmary earlier in the morning. Now that the
task was over, she could relax and spend more time on her studies. *`Be nice to get caught up,
maybe even get a little ahead before the next task,'* she thought, *`before my brain shuts
down again with worry.'*

"Hey Hermione, hold up."

Hermione stopped and spun around, "Hey Ginny, what's up?"

"Where are you off to?" She asked, cautiously.

"The library... I've loads of work," Hermione replied, trying to convey the fact
she was in a hurry.

"Oh, do you mind if I tag along, there's something I want to talk with you about."
Ginny noticed the older girl glance down at her overstuffed book bag, "I know you're
probably very busy. I only need a few minutes of your time, I swear, I won't keep you
long."

Ginny looked as though whatever she wanted to talk about was important, so with a sigh, Hermione
agreed, "Fine, but remember, you said it wouldn't take long."

"Thanks Hermione," Ginny said as they continued on to the library.

A few minutes later, both girls were sitting down at one of the many tables the library offered.
An uneasy silence hung in the air. Hermione looked around casually, aside from a couple of
Ravenclaws there was only one other person in the room, Viktor Krum.

"Hermione, I wanted to talk to you about... Harry," Ginny whispered nervously. The
change to Hermione's demeanor was instant. She went from relaxed and maybe slightly annoyed, to
tense and focused in a heartbeat. Her eyes were no longer soft and casual. Now they pinned her with
an intensity that actually scared Ginny a bit.

"What about Harry?" Hermione asked softly, but with a sharp edge.

Ginny looked down at the table deep in thought. She hadn't realized how hard this was going
to be. Just asking any girl what she was about to ask would be hard enough, but Hermione wasn't
just any girl. She was Harry's best friend. She was older and smarter. Most importantly though,
she was not someone you wanted to make mad. On top of all that, Ginny considered her a good
friend.

Looking up Ginny sighed, there was just no easy way to say it, without just saying it.
"Hermione, do you... fancy Harry?"

Of all the things Hermione had expected, this wasn't even on the list. It caught her
completely by surprise. "What?" She blinked, setting up straighter in her chair.

"Hermione, I know you like Harry, and I know you're close, but do you fancy
him?"

Hermione of course, had heard her the first time. Now having had a moment to let the question
sink in, she was ready to reply, "Ginny... you know I'm not one of those kinds of girls
who are always going on about boys. Besides, that's a rather personal question, don't you
think?"

"Yes of course, you're right on both counts. Look Hermione, I'm not trying to start
some kind of rumor or anything... I just want to know."

Hermione studied the girl across from her, "Why?" She asked, even though she already
knew the answer.

Ginny knew she had to do this right. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have cared about
Hermione's feelings, but this was different. If Harry liked her, even just a little, and she
was fairly sure he did, then she didn't want to upset him, by making Hermione mad. Plus, as
most anybody would tell you, you didn't want to get on her bad side. Ginny could handle a wand
pretty good for a third-year, her older brothers saw to that. But Hermione was in a league of her
own. The sweet and caring girl could easily turn into a lioness if aggravated, and Ginny had no
intention of provoking the sleeping brown haired beast. In fact, she was certain that all but a few
sixth and seventh year girls felt the same about her.

Ginny began to fidget, "Because... because I do.” She immediately turned red, and started
to wring her hands. "Oh Hermione, we're friends... I don't want to fight with you, and
I certainly don't want to get hexed halfway across the country for stealing your
boyfriend."

Hermione flopped back into her chair and deflated a little, "Ginny, he's my best
friend. Besides, he doesn't see me like that." That last part had stung just a little as
she said it. She knew Harry cared about her a great deal, she could tell just by his actions, the
way he treated her. She was his best friend, someone he could trust and confide in. Hermione loved
the fact that he felt that way, but she was also quite sure he wouldn't see her as potential
girlfriend material. She didn't have the kind of beauty that hormonal boys looked for when they
started thinking of girls in that way. It wasn't just her looks, it was also who she was; an
ordinary Muggle-born, a bossy bookworm… she was plain and simple, not really the stuff girlfriends
were made out of.

"Maybe... maybe not, but I'm not asking you what *he* feels."

Hermione leaned forward again. *`How do I feel,'* she asked herself. She knew her
feelings for Harry were different than any feelings she had for anyone else. They were…stronger,
more intense. Hermione knew she cared for him…deeply, *`but in what way?'* She wondered.
Did she have romantic feelings for him…*'maybe,'* she wasn't sure, since she
always tempered her thoughts as soon as they started drifting into that very dangerous territory.
After all, she didn't have any experience in that sort of thing.

She did know however, that his friendship was very important to her; more important than anyone
else's. "To be honest Ginny... I'm not sure how I feel." Seeing the exasperated
look on her friends face, she tried to clarify. "Like I said, he's my best friend,
something that I value very much. I don't ever want to lose that." After a soft sigh she
went on, "This last summer we grew closer, there's no doubt. But now with this stupid
tournament, we're both running around like crazy just to get things done. I... I just
haven't had a lot of time to think about such things."

Ginny just sat there and stared at Hermione. She really hadn't quite known what to expect
when she thought to ask, but she had hoped for something more definite. Frustrated she asked,
"Well what am I supposed to do?"

Hermione eyed the girl for a couple of seconds, then her stare became sharp again. The edge in
her voice was back also, "Ginny... I don't want to fight either, but if the time comes
that I find I do want to be more than just friends with Harry... I will. So for now, you do what
you think you have to, all I ask, is that you're honest about it, especially to Harry. And
Ginny, if you hurt him, regardless of how I feel... I'll give you a fight you'll
*never* forget."

Ginny nodded.

Really, the only thing she knew for sure, was that she just wanted Harry to be happy. If that
meant burying her feelings for him, then she would. Hermione's face softened, and she reached
forward and took hold of one of Ginny's hands. "Ultimately, it's up to Harry... right?
If you're honest with him and treat him right, and he chooses you... I promise I won't hex
you. However, once I have my feelings sorted out, and if I find that I want more... I'll let
him know. And if I'm not too late, I'll fight for him too, okay?"

Again, Ginny nodded, "Okay, I guess that's only fair. Thanks Hermione." Ginny
slowly rose and started to turn for the exit. *`Maybe I stand a chance,'* she thought,
*`as long as Hermione continues to be uncertain.'*

"Oh and Gin remember, Harry has had a hard life, and I don't think it's going to
get any easier in the near future. He'll need a strong girlfriend, one that will stand beside
him no matter what. He'll need his girlfriend to understand him, both the good and the
bad."

Ginny smiled, "I can do that."

Hermione watched her walk away, *`Really Ginny, because I'm not sure you can.'*
Then her thoughts turned to Harry, *`How do I feel about him? I'm going to have to think on
that a bit. Harry is too important to me, to mess up our relationship, but I'm not sure how
I'd handle him being with somebody else, even Ginny.'* Actually, Hermione wasn't
sure anyone was good enough for him. Shaking her head, she decided to think about it more later,
right now she had work to do.

oOoOo

Harry sat down gingerly at the Gryffindor table for lunch. It had only been two days since he
was released from the tender ministrations of the school healer, and he was still a tiny bit sore.
He had left for the Hall a bit early so he wouldn't have to rush, and now found himself alone.
His peace and quiet however, only lasted a moment.

"Hello Harry, mind if I join you?"

Harry looked up into the nervous eyes of his dorm mate Seamus Finnigan. "Way too tired and
stiff to try and stop you," he answered indifferently while gesturing to the seat across from
him.

Seamus sat down rather quickly, "So Harry, you ever find out what happened with the Cup and
all?"

*`Are you kidding me?'* Harry thought. "What's to find out? I cheated right. I
somehow managed to fool an ancient magical artifact. I also managed to outsmart the greatest
wizard, since Merlin." The venom in Harry's voice was plain to hear.

Seamus flinched, then holding up both hands in a placating fashion said, "Sorry Harry,
stupid question." Putting his hands back down he went on, "I made a rash decision blaming
you Harry. I've been thinking more and more about it lately, like the things you just said. It
doesn't add up, and well… I really don't think you're that kind of guy." Seamus
paused a moment and stuck out his hand, "I'm sorry for what I said."

Most of the school was still ignored him, but as Harry sat there looking at Seamus, he could
tell the boy was telling the truth. After all, what purpose would there be in lying, except maybe
as a prank, and Harry really didn't believe Seamus would stoop that low. Smiling, Harry reached
out and shook his hand, "Thanks mate."

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Harry glanced around the table, "Well... care to
join me for lunch?"

"Sure... thanks."

Seamus started to fill his plate, but Harry could tell something was still bothering him. After
making eye contact he subtlety asked, "What?"

Seamus sighed, "I thought you'd be more upset, maybe tell me to piss off or
something."

Harry stared for a second, and slowly nodded, "I was mad, still am even, at some."
Harry shrugged his shoulders, "Can't stay mad forever though, and I've had time to do
a little thinking myself, and I can see how it might have looked at the time. Besides, I could
always use another friend," he added with a laugh.

Seamus finally relaxed and laughed too, "I could too, so I'm glad you feel that way
Harry." Then turning a bit more serious, but still smiling, "You know Harry, I'm not
the only one who starting to change their mind."

Harry swallowed a bite of egg, "Oh?" He asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I think after the second task, people started to think, and well... I think some
must have come to the same conclusion as me."

"Well maybe I'll get killed in the next one and convince a few more." Harry
hadn't meant for it to sound so harsh, but it did.

Seamus wasn't sure, but he had a feeling most of Harry's resentment was aimed at Ron. He
was supposed to be his best friend, Ron should have believed Harry from the beginning. Taking a
chance he ventured, "He'll come around Harry," then trying to lighten the mood,
"hopefully, you won't have to die before he does."

oOoOo

Thursday, a couple of days later, Harry was feeling much better. He, Hermione, and Neville had
just sat down to breakfast when Hedwig made an appearance. Swooping down she landed gracefully on
the table in front of Harry, suspiciously close to the side of his plate that had the bacon on
it.

"Hello girl, let me get this letter off of you, then you can help yourself to some of my
breakfast, kay?"

Hedwig barked softly and held out her leg, all the while eyeing Harry's plate. Harry laughed
as he untied the letter, "Hungry girl?"

"Of course she is Harry," Hermione said as she reached over and stroked the snowy owl,
"she's probably been flying all night. Haven't you girl?"

Hedwig nuzzled the side of Hermione's hand in appreciation before turning her attention back
to the bacon.

"Sorry girl, help yourself." Harry said smiling.

As Neville slowly ate, he watched the interaction between the three. It was obvious that Harry
loved Hedwig, and Neville was sure that if his familiar was capable of love, then she loved Harry
back. Oddly, he was also sure that Hedwig cared a great deal for Hermione. Many times Hermione had
commented, that Hedwig would come and find her on her own whenever she needed to send a post.
*`She sure doesn't do that for anyone else,'* Neville thought.

Then, there was Hermione and her familiar, Crookshanks, the terror of Gryffindor tower, if you
were to listen to Ron. As far as Neville was concerned, the little ginger half Kneazle was nice
enough, *`Never bothers me.'* Funny thing was, the cat never did care much for Ron, but he
just adored Harry. Also, nobody could ever; if they dared try, pick up the little lion, except of
course for Hermione and sometimes Harry. It seemed they were the only ones Crookshanks allowed that
honor.

Hedwig and Crookshanks also got along with each other, `*As if they knew* *it would be
important to their owners that they got along**,'* Neville thought. *`One thing for
sure,'* he further mused, *`I haven't seen a single mouse s**ince* *those
two showed up.*

Having had her fill, Hedwig decided it was time to leave and launched herself off the table.
Unfortunately for Ron, her flight path of choice, seemed to be straight at his head.

Ron saw her coming out of the corner of his eye and managed to duck in the nick of time, nearly
planting his own face in his food. "Bloody owl," he snipped. Picking up a roll, he got
ready to throw it at the departing bird, but after looking around he thought better of it, and
chucked it at a laughing Neville instead.

Harry had just finished reading Sirius's letter, and looked up just as the roll flew by,
missing its intended target and hitting a confused second-year instead. He turned to Hermione for
an explanation, only to receive a blank look. Seems she had been busy trying to read over his
shoulder and also missed Hedwig's low-level departure.

It was Neville who finally filled them in, and after a few laughs, they decided it was time to
head for class. While they walked Hermione asked, "Was that from Padfoot Harry?"

"Yeah, didn't you read it?" Smirked Harry.

Hermione had the decency to look down for a second before answering, "Well I tried... but
short of getting up and standing behind you, I couldn't really see it very well."

Harry laughed, "You can read it later during break if you want, or... I can summarize it
for you."

Hermione was well aware that Harry would leave out anything bad... and then some, if she let him
do that. "Well, if you don't mind... I'd rather read it myself," she said rather
tentatively.

Still smiling, Harry just handed her the letter, "You know I don't mind."

Hermione took the letter and pocketed it, then bumped shoulders with him, "Prat."

Harry pretended to look hurt. He knew she was only kidding, her smile gave it away.

oOoOo

A short while later, most of the fourth-year Gryffindors were leaving their Transfiguration
class and heading back to their common room. They all had a two-hour break before lunch and most
just wanted to take it easy. As Harry headed upstairs to his dorm to put away his books, Hermione
sat down near the fire to read Sirius's letter.

.

.

Dear Harry,

Congratulations, I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you Harry, and I'm sure your
parents; who I know are watching over you, are too. Although, I have to say I wouldn't have
been upset if you hadn't passed, at least then you'd be out that damned Tournament.

I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but Karkaroff is a Death Eater. The only
reason he is running free is because he gave up the names of all of his Death Eater friends a while
back. That, and he supposedly renounced his ways. Just him being there bothers me, but that he is
nervous... that really bothers me. What's he hiding, or who is he hiding from? He's made a
lot of enemies Harry, on both sides. A man like that can become very desperate. As for Moody, I
think he's just trying to keep an eye on you, no pun intended. He's a good man Harry, and a
good friend of Dumbledore's.

Something's up Harry, I can feel it in my bones. Please be careful. Trust no one except your
closest friends. Listen to Hermione, she's a very smart witch. I'm afraid I can't
comment on Ron, I really don't know him that well. On the other hand, I'm glad young
Neville is with you, the Longbottoms are a good family.

Now I'll bet the Black family vault, that Hermione is reading this too, and that's fine
by me. So Hermione, I only have one thing to ask of you... please take care of Harry for me. I know
it's a lot to ask Hermione, but you're the only one there I trust at the moment, and
you're probably the only one he'll listen to.

I can't tell you how much I wish I could be there myself, but that's not possible. Have
faith though, I'm working on it, and I hope to see you both soon.

Love, Padfoot.

.

.

"Well, what do you think?" Harry asked as he plopped down on the opposite side of the
couch from Hermione. When she looked up, Harry noticed she had tears in her eyes and the hand that
was holding the letter was trembling.

"Oh Harry," she cried faintly.

Harry quickly scooted over next to her and grabbed her free hand, "Hey, hey what's this
about?" Hermione tightened her grip on him and sniffed as she looked down. "Please
Hermione, don't cry." Taking hold of her other hand too he added softly, "Talk to me,
tell me what's wrong."

Hermione felt a little foolish for crying even though she knew why. She had been trying to stay
busy, so she wouldn't have time to think about it. The Tournament, the tasks... the danger.
Sirius's letter was just the catalyst to bring all the horror back into focus, and her emotions
finally caught up with her.

She turned to face Harry more directly and looked up into his concerned eyes. "Oh Harry
he's right, I should be taking care of you... not the other way around." Hermione looked
down again, "Yet here I sit, crying, like a little first-year schoolgirl."

Harry smiled and gently said, "And you have been Hermione, you have. Merlin, without your
help and support... I never would have made it." Harry reached up and gently lifted her chin
to look her in the eye. "Hermione, knowing that you believed me, that I didn't put my name
in the Cup would have been enough, but you didn't stop there. You stood up to others on my
behalf, you didn't just believe me, you believed in me, I don't think you know how much
that means to me." He let that sink in before he went on, "Me, this Tournament... all my
problems... they're not your responsibility." He watched her worry her bottom lip for
second and then gave her a look to tell her not to protest, "They're not, yet you run to
my rescue, to help me anyway. That is why you are so special. Hermione you do so much more than
just take care of me."

Hermione couldn't stop herself, she launched herself into Harry's arms and wrapped her
own tightly around him. With a hitch in her voice, Hermione whispered, "Thank you Harry,
that's the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me." Refusing to let go, she went on
after a moment, "It's not fair. Forced to compete, and with students far older no less.
The way others treat you. Ron! And poor Padfoot... it's just not fair!" she finished, on
the verge of tears again.

Hermione finally released him and leaned back, "Sirius would be so disappointed in
me," she said sadly.

"Nonsense Hermione, I'm sure he'd be very proud of you." And then Harry said
in a stern voice that sounded oddly like their Head of House, "Miss Granger, I'm ordering
you to take the rest of the day off from Harry Potter guard duty."

Hermione laughed as she wiped at the last of her tears. She knew Harry hated to see her cry. He
always said he didn't know what to do with a crying witch, and yet he always found a way to put
a smile back on her face. "Fine, but after a good nights sleep, I'll be back on duty first
thing in the morning."

Harry smiled, "I wouldn't have it any other way." They'd talk about the letter
some other time.

oOoOo

The one thing Draco Malfoy had in common with Harry Potter, was that neither like getting up
early. But for different reasons both were normally up before everyone else in their house. Draco
needed peace and quiet in order to study, and in the wee hours of the morning, Slytherin's
common room was always deserted. He had tried getting his work done in the evening, but there was
always just too much commotion. If he tried to stay in his room to study, someone would always stop
by and interrupt him, almost like clockwork. He once tried the library, but he never really felt
comfortable there. So, getting up around five o'clock every morning gave him the quiet time he
needed, and as a plus he was always on time to breakfast and class.

Of course, there's a downside to everything, and in this case, it meant, that even if he had
nothing to do and tried to sleep in, he would find himself wide-awake by five thirty at the
latest.

There were only a couple of other students up this early on a Saturday, let alone already
dressed and down in the Great Hall having breakfast. As Draco helped himself to something to eat,
he looked around. Down at the end of his table sat two seventh year Slytherins working on some
class project. There were three girls sitting at the Ravenclaw table having a quiet conversation.
It appears that nobody from Hufflepuff was up yet, at least nobody was down for breakfast. Then
there was the Gryffindors, and currently there was only one person sitting over there, Harry
Potter.

Why was Potter always up so early? Draco briefly wondered if it was for the same reason as
himself. *`No, I doubt* *I**t**,* *he doesn't seem that
studious,'* he thought. Draco continued to watch Potter as he ate his breakfast. *`I
wonder if he's telling the truth, he's stupid, but stupid enough to actually put his name
in the goblet? And if he was that stupid, how did he managed it?'* Draco smirked, *`Dumb
luck or bad luck, he still stinks. Maybe I'll get lucky**,* *and the Tournament will
kill him.'* The last thought gave Draco pause, did he really wish Potter dead? Draco
shrugged mentally.

"Good morning Draco," Daphne said as she settled a couple of feet down from him.

"Morning."

"What's our arch enemy up to today?" She asked after noticing that Draco had been
staring across the hall at Harry.

Draco broke his gaze away from Harry to face her, "What?"

Daphne never looked away, she just ticked her head towards the Gryffindor table.

"Oh... don't know, don't care. I was just wondering how stupid Potter really
was." And after having said that, Draco returned to his meal his thoughts turning to other
things.

Daphne raised an eyebrow in thought as she looked away from Draco and over to Harry,
*`Can't be too stupid, he's doing far better than Vasil.'* Then she too, returned
to her breakfast.

oOoOo

Hermione dropped a notebook on the table and slid in next to Harry, "Morning, you're up
early, have you started your morning workout routine again?"

Harry smiled, "Morning Hermione, and yes, well sort of anyway." The look she then gave
him clearly said, explain. "I started back at it today, but only about half as hard. Thought
I'd take it slowly, half today, maybe three quarters tomorrow, and then on Monday go back to a
full routine."

Hermione nodded in understanding, "Sounds like a good idea, besides, you don't want
Pomfrey to get a hold of you if you overdo it."

Harry laughed, "No, I don't. What about you? Are you going to join me again?"

Hermione answered with a smirk, "I started back right after the second task."

"Really? Why didn't you say something?"

"Because I knew you would want to join me, and it was too soon."

Harry smiled and shook his head, "Yeah, you're probably right." Seeing Hermione
raise an eyebrow Harry amended, "Okay, you *are* right."

Hermione laughed, "Good answer. Seriously though Harry, I've been meaning to mention
how much I think your workouts helped you in the last task, especially that climb up the
cliff."

"Yeah, I had similar thoughts myself. Hey, if you don't mind a change the subject, do
you want to talk about the letter from Padfoot?"

Hermione sighed, it was a worrisome subject, but she knew Harry needed to talk about it, maybe
make some plans, "Sure, I really hate to think about it, but I guess we should."

For an hour and a half, they had talked about who might be involved in some kind of plot. Their
main suspects were Karkaroff, and Bagman. Both had been acting very suspiciously. When Harry
mentioned Moody, Hermione agreed there was something definitely off about the man. They also
discussed various possible reasons why someone would want Harry in the Tournament. Of course, the
most logical conclusion was to see him hurt, or even killed. One thing for sure that Hermione
agreed with Sirius about, was they needed to be careful, and extra observant. Finally, they talked
about trying to find a way to get Remus back at school.

The Hall was slowly starting to fill the students for breakfast, as Harry and Hermione made
their way out. Both had schoolwork that needed to get done, and so made their way to the
library.

oOoOo

"Harry, how much detail did you go into on how to cut ginger root?" Hermione
asked.

"Not much, just a couple of sentences really," answered Harry. He had always liked
reading, and learning new things. It was just some of the homework; like writing essays and
revising for tests he didn't care for. He'd been mildly surprised to discover he was
actually beginning to enjoy even that part of schoolwork, although he would never admit it to
anyone except Hermione. Every since he started studying during summer, he found that if he just
stayed on top of it or maybe a bit ahead it wasn't so bad.

"Thanks, that's about what I have. Hmm there he is, as usual."

Harry looked up, "Who?"

"Oh..., Ah Viktor Krum. It seems he's here all the time. Funny though, doesn't seem
to be the studious type."

Harry looked over at Viktor and studied him for a moment before he remarked, "No... he
doesn't. Hey, if we hurry and finish this up, we can still make lunch. You hungry?"

Hermione quickly rechecked her work then said, "Yeah I am actually, give me five minutes
and we'll go."

oOoOo

It was fairly light out Monday morning when Harry had come down the stairs to the common room.
Yesterday he had managed to get through most of his regular workout, and today he was planning to
do the full routine. Still a little sleepy he didn't notice the small group sitting on the
couch talking softly until he was almost on them. "What..."

"Morning Harry," Hermione had obviously been awake longer than him.

"Morning Hermione... Ginny?" Harry asked half confused. He had never seen Ginny up any
earlier than necessary, he knew she liked to sleep as long as possible.

"Ginny heard about our morning run; she asked if she might be able to join in."
Hermione stated, answering his un-asked question.

Ginny smiled, "Morning Harry, I hope you don't mind. After seeing what it's done
for you, I'd kind of like to give it a try."

Harry really didn't think she had any idea what she was getting herself into, but she had
sounded just a tiny bit desperate. "Well ah, no I don't mind."

Ginny's smile fell, "Are you sure? It sounds like you do mind."

Harry glanced over to Hermione, "Did you tell her what it's like... you know, first
starting out?"

Hermione nodded, "Yeah, we talked about it for a bit. She still wants to give it a go, so I
loaned her some running clothes."

"I won't slow you down Harry, I promise," pleaded Ginny.

Harry laughed, "It's not me you'll be slowing down, but if Hermione doesn't
mind, then neither do I."

Hermione sighed, she knew why Ginny wanted to do this, and it had nothing to do with getting in
shape. On the other hand, if Ginny did manage to continue, it might encourage others to start
working out a little. After all, they didn't all have to work at it as hard as Harry did.

"Look, I have an idea,” Hermione started, “why don't we jog to the lake to warm up?
We'll do our stretches and calisthenics down there. Ginny can follow along until she gets the
hang of it. We'll start our run from there, and go along the shoreline, if Ginny gets too tired
or can't keep up, she can stop or just walk for a while. We'll come back the same way, so
we can pick her up on the way back."

Harry glanced from an amused Hermione, to a beaming Ginny, "Well, guess I'd be barking
to argue with that."

A half-hour later down by the lake, a sweat covered Ginny began, "Right, let me get this
straight. You run down here *slowly*, to warm up. Why not use a warming charm? Second, you
stretch...hmm, well that's kind of makes sense. Next cal-lo-stin-tics, or something like that.
I mean really, sit-ups, push-ups... is it really necessary? Isn't there a spell or
something?"

Hermione smiled, both her and Harry expected something like this, “Ginny, the point of all this
is to make the body stronger, leaner, and faster. It also helps your magic. There might be a spell
or potion that would help, but we like doing it this way. Plus, we can do this at home, where we
can't use magic. Besides, once you get in shape, it's a lot easier. That's what Harry
meant earlier when he asked if I had told you what it was like in the beginning. We struggled for a
while too, but now…well we actually like it.”

“You really get used to it? You like doing… this?” Ginny asked, having a hard time believing
anyone could.

“Yeah, I do, and I'm pretty sure Harry does too. We still get tired sometimes, but that
because the stronger we get, the harder we push ourselves.” Hermione laughed, “I know it's hard
to believe, but it's true. Look, it's not so much the work out that great, it's later.
After I've had a shower and some breakfast. That's when I feel it, like I've been
recharged. I have more energy, and I feel sharper too; mentally I mean.”

Ginny couldn't help but get caught up in Hermione's enthusiasm, “Okay…so now we
run?”

Seeing Harry was getting impatient, Hermione kept her answer short, “Now we run.”

Harry had to give her credit, even though she was in better shape than most because of
Quidditch, she was still in poor shape. Quidditch, though physical, just wasn't really that
strenuous. But Ginny was hanging in there. She was really trying. That however, came to a halt
about fifteen minutes into the run.

Exhausted, Ginny finally yelled, “Aaaah…That's it, I can't go any further!” Slowing to a
stop, she had bent over to try to catch her breath.

“Ginny, don't stop, keep walking, just go slow,” Harry called back over his shoulder.

“Are you mental, I'm dying here!”

“Ginny, keep moving for a couple of minutes until you cool down, or you might get cramps,”
Hermione offered.

“Crabs!” Ginny hollered horrified.

Harry laughed while Hermione tried to keep a straight face, “Cramps Ginny, Cramps.”

“Oh thank Merlin's beard, and what do you mean might… I'm already one big cramp.”

Harry and Hermione had circled back to keep talking to Ginny. “Look, just keep walking till you
get your wind back,” Harry said, “And when you're ready, start back towards the castle.
We'll meet up with you along the way…Okay?”

Still out of breath, Ginny nodded, and waved them on.

Harry and Hermione resumed their run, this time at their normal pace, both remembering what it
was like when they first started.

“Five to one, says she won't come with us tomorrow,” Harry said while maintaining his
stride.

Because Hermione knew Ginny had other reasons, she gave the girl better odds, “I think
she'll last till the end of the week.”

Twenty minutes later, they slowed to a walk as they caught up with Ginny. Even walking, she
seemed to be moving rather slowly, and it appeared as though she had picked up a limp as well. Good
thing they were fairly close to the castle.

oOoOo

Turned out, neither Harry nor Hermione were quite right about Ginny. She had lasted until
Wednesday, then took Thursday off, but came back on Friday. Ginny had told them she was going to
give it a couple of weeks and see if it truly did get easier. However, she also made it clear,
there was no way she was giving up her lie-ins on the weekends, and she would probably only be able
to make it three, or maybe four times a week. Still, she was determined to give it a go.

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**Chapter** **10**

**There Be Dragons**

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The week had gone by rather uneventfully, with only an occasional snide remark, usually from a
Slytherin. Ron had been fairly quiet, and so had the twins. For Ron that was a good thing, however
with the twins, it was usually a sign to be on the lookout for a prank.

Harry and Hermione had finished their morning workout and run, and had settled down to do some
school work. By lunch, they were fairly well ahead so decided to take the rest of the day off and
just relax.

Sitting in the Great Hall, Harry slowly nibbled away at his lunch, while Hermione sat across
from him reading something for fun. Harry stared at her for a moment, *`Something for fun, that
could be anything from fiction to... advanced* *A**rithma**n**cy,'* he
thought with a smile.

Sensing his eyes on her, Hermione looked up, "What are you smiling about?”

“You…you love to read.”

Hermione raised a brow and smirked, “And you're just figuring this out now?”

Harry shrugged, “No…I um…”

“Hey guys,” Neville announced as he sat down next to Hermione, effectively saving Harry from his
not so articulate answer.

Turning, Hermione greeted him, “Hello Neville, what have you been up to this morning?”

“Well…unlike you two, I slept in for a while, and kind of hung around the common room. Oh, and I
had a nice little talk with Ginny.”

Harry snorted.

“Ignore him," Hermione said, "what did she say?"

"Umm, that every muscle in her body was sore, and even though she still thinks you're
both mental, she's going to keep at it for now."

"Got to give her credit," Hermione said looking at Harry.

"Yeah, I s'pose, but it's only been a week." Then looking back at Neville,
Harry asked, “So, you've been in the common room all morning, or did you sleep in that
late?”

“Pretty late yeah,” Neville answered, “but actually, I spent the last hour helping Luna look for
her shoes.”

“She lost her shoes?” Hermione asked, a little surprised a girl Luna age would be so
careless.

No, Nargles took them… and… ah,” Neville started turning red, “that is… well Luna said it was
Nargles,” he finished quickly.

Hermione just raised a brow slightly and nodded, “Oh…” Automatically accepting Neville's
explanation without further question since it involved Luna.

"Excuse me Miss Granger."

Hermione turned around to find her Head of House behind her. "Hello Professor," she
answered with an easy smile.

While Hermione was busy with McGonagall, Harry leaned towards Neville, “Hey, I've been
meaning to ask,” he said, his voice low so only Neville would hear, “what's up with you and
Luna? If you don't mind me asking?”

Neville turned red as he squirmed in his seat, “It's okay Harry. I…Ah. I think she's
nice.”

Harry nodded, “Ah, I see.”

“It's not like that Harry, we're just friends. I mean…I like her and all, and she great
to hang around with, but…”

“You're just friends…right.”

“Right, exactly,” Neville nodded.

Harry was about to add something else, when something McGonagall said caught his attention.

"I was wondering if I might have a word with you tonight after dinner?" McGonagall
asked in a rather serious voice.

Hermione quickly racked her brain, but could find no apparent reason for a private meeting.
"Yes, of course Professor. May I ask what this is about?"

McGonagall hated to alarm her, but she didn't want to give anything away. So with a gentle
voice she said, "Miss Granger, I assure you, you're not in any trouble. However, I'm
afraid it will be a delicate conversation, and I would rather have it in private."

Hermione was still a little concerned, but answered, "I understand ma'am.”

McGonagall gave a slight tip of her head, "Thank you," then looking at Neville and
Harry, "thank you for your patience gentlemen, good day."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Gentlemen?"

"Obviously, she forgot who she was talking to," Neville said. Causing both him and
Harry to burst out laughing.

Hermione rolled her eyes, then smiled, "You guys are terrible." Unfortunately, it only
made them laugh harder.

oOoOo

"Good evening Miss Granger, please have a seat, and thank you for being so
punctual."

Hermione sat down in a comfortable chair across from McGonagall, a small tea table between them.
"Good evening professor," she said, growing more nervous by the second.

McGonagall sighed, "Miss Granger, I can see how upset you are, please try to calm yourself.
This has more to do with Mr. Potter than you." It was the wrong thing to say, as Hermione went
from mildly nervous, to visibly worried.

"I don't understand ma'am, if this is about Harry... has he done
something..."

"Miss Granger, goodness, how can I help you, help him, if you will not calm down?"
McGonagall said cryptically.

Hermione took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Professor, it's just... please, go
ahead."

"What do you know of the third task?" McGonagall really didn't think any of the
students would know anything, but with Harry and his friends, one never knew.

"Nothing, just like the last task. We assumed they'd keep it secret, until the very
last moment."

The *we* part didn't go unnoticed, as McGonagall poured two cups of tea, and offered
one to Hermione. "What I'm about to tell you must remain a complete secret. You cannot
tell anyone, except Mr. Potter, and even then, you must ask for his word of confidence as well. Do
I have your word?"

Hermione studied the face of her favorite professor. She had seen that look before. It was the
look McGonagall wore, when she didn't think Harry would pass the last gate of the second task.
"It's bad, isn't it?" She asked distantly.

"I only found out myself this morning, after breakfast..."

"How bad!" Hermione interrupted.

McGonagall hesitated, but didn't chastise her student for her rudeness, "Bad... quite
frankly, I don't know how it could be worse." Noticing the deepening fear in
Hermione's eyes, she went on before she could interrupt again. "I had to take a magical
oath, we all did, so as not to warn the champions. I can't tell Mr. Potter or you what the
third task is, but because the oath was poorly worded... I can recommend some things to work on.
That is why I asked to speak with you. I wouldn't even have been able to say this much to Mr.
Potter directly. And I think he's going to need all the help he can get, so naturally, I
thought of you.

Hermione smiled briefly before the gravity of the situation returned. Turning serious again, she
stated frankly, "You have my word. Now what can I do to help?"

McGonagall spent the next hour telling Hermione the characteristics of the spells and charms
that she thought Harry should try to learn. In the end, all Hermione knew for sure was that Harry
was up against something powerful, that it was probably spell resistant, and had something to do
with the fire. And because McGonagall also felt the situation was serious enough, she gave both her
and Harry unrestricted access to the library, and they could skip any classes they felt
necessary.

With their meeting concluded, Hermione was half way to the door, ready to leave, when she
stopped. She didn't turn around, she just stood there staring blankly ahead, debating rather or
not, she really wanted to ask one last question. The very question, that had been bothering her for
some time now.

McGonagall watched and waited patiently. Knowing her student well, she knew Hermione now knew
just how dangerous the Triwizard Tournament really was, the next task in particular. She was also
fairly certain what Hermione was struggling with. Part of her hoped, she would just say goodnight
and leave, without asking.

“Professor?”

“Yes.”

“How many?

“How many…” McGonagall hesitated.

“Professor Dumbledore said, `That students had died…' but I can't find any records in
the library.”

McGonagall briefly considered pleading ignorant. *`No,'* she thought, *`she deserves
the truth.'* “I'm not surprised you couldn't… it's not a particularly bright
spot in our history.” Sitting down, she closed her eyes and said in a flat, quiet voice, “Too
many…Far too many. In nearly every Tournament, one or more, lost their lives…while looking for
eternal glory. Sadly, the only thing eternal… was their death.”

After a long moment of silence, Hermione took a shuddering breath, and said, “Thank you
Professor… for being honest. Goodnight,” and left, without ever turning around.

oOoOo

Hermione thought about going straight to the library after her meeting with McGonagall, but
decided it was already getting late, and she knew Harry would be waiting up for her. She also knew,
that she was both too tired and upset, to get any real work done.

Stepping through the portrait hole, Hermione spotted Harry sound asleep on the couch with an
open book in his lap. She smiled at the sight, *`He's trying so hard.'* She gently sat
down next to him and touched his arm, "Harry," she called softly.

A moment later, one eye cracked open, slowly followed by the other. "Hey, you're back.
How did it go? Everything all right?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You, on the other hand are obviously tired, you shouldn't have
waited up."

Harry was awake enough now to tell she was holding something back. After studying her for a
moment, he said, "Hermione, you knew I would wait up," smiling, he added, "just as
you would for me." Then setting up a little straighter he asked more seriously, "Tell me,
what's wrong?"

Hermione smiled while shaking her head, "I should know by now, I can't keep anything
from you."

Harry gave a nod, "That's right, now spill."

"McGonagall knows about the third task." That got Harry's attention. Speaking
softly but in a serious tone Hermione went on, "She can't talk to you about it at all, but
she was able to tell me a few things."

Harry looked confused, "I don't understand, why you but not me?"

"She had to take an oath not to tell you anything, but apparently it was poorly worded,
enough so, that she was able to give me some hints. A loophole, so to speak."

"So... what's it about?"

Hermione rung her hands, "I don't know exactly, she couldn't tell me. All she was
able to do, was give me some advice on what to help you study."

Harry nodded again, but was starting to get frustrated with all the security. Looking up he
noticed her worrying her lower lip, and she looked to be near tears. His frustration quickly turned
to concern, and he turned more towards her, "Hermione, what's wrong?"

Seeing his concern for her, she lost control and pulled him into her arms. "Oh Harry,"
she sobbed, "she said it's bad, really bad... I'm so scared for you. She gave me lots
of hints, but... but I don't know where to start. If I mess this up... I'll…"

"You won't mess anything up. Besides, it's not your responsibility,
remember?"

Pulling back a little to look into his eyes, Hermione voiced her concern, "Harry, students
have died in this... Tournament."

“That was a long time ago.”

“But it still happened, and it was only a long time ago because the last Tournament was a long
time ago.” Then looking down she continued in a near whisper, "I can't let that
happen."

Even though she didn't say she was talking about him, Harry knew she was. Ducking his own
head down and looked up into her eyes he asked, "I? What happened to we?" When Hermione
returned a weak smile, he went on, "We'll… figured this out, and just like before, with
your help, we'll get through this.

Hermione raised her head, and after taking a deep breath, nodded.

"But I want you to remember something. This Tournament wasn't your idea. You...
didn't get me into this. So regardless of what happens... *you* are not responsible...
okay?"

Hermione wanted to object, but she knew he was right, "Okay."

Harry smiled, "Good," while giving her hand a squeeze. "Now, it's late and
I'll bet you are as knackered as me. Let's call it a night and turn in, we can talk about
this tomorrow."

oOoOo

The following day a calmer Hermione explained everything to Harry. They spent most of the day in
the library looking up spells, trying to determine what he should try to learn. They considered
both the complexity and the length of time available to them, to narrow down the long list. Even
with all the uncertainty, the two of them managed to stay calm, mostly by keeping busy. Hermione
was glad Harry wasn't in a panic, that would have only made matters worse. How he was able to
stay focused was a mystery to her, and if she was honest with herself, she'd have to admit it
was his influence that kept her own panic at bay. Little did she know, all that was about to change
all too soon.

After their Monday morning workout and run, Harry and Hermione decided to skip their Herbology
class, giving them the entire morning off. They headed down to the lake to start practicing some of
the new spells they had found. Just before lunch, their impromptu practice was interrupted.

“Hermione!”

Both stopped what they were doing, and looked over. Standing about twenty feet away up the bank
was Ron. Between being so busy, and Ron not speaking with them, they'd hardly seen him, except
for classes. Hermione couldn't help but notice the tension rise. It didn't help that Harry
never took his eyes off Ron as he watched him with growing suspicion. Although he was with Dean,
Ron looked nervous, as if he wasn't sure this was a good idea. As soon as he had her attention,
he waved Hermione over.

Hermione raised a brow then looked back at Harry, “Be right back.” Wondering what this was all
about, she wasted no time and quickly walked over to Ron. “Well?” Her look made it clear he'd
better get to the point.

Ron spoke softly, almost in a whisper, as if, what he had to say was a secret, “Tell Harry,
Hagrid wants to see him.”

Hermione stared at Ron in disbelief. He wanted her to deliver a message to Harry! The same Harry
who just happened to be standing right behind her. “Unbelievable,” she grumbled, then turned around
and walked the short distance back to Harry.

Now it was Harry's turn to raise a brow. Between the smirk on Ron's face and the scowl
on Hermione's, Harry couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.

Hermione stopped in front of him and looked down while pinching the bridge of her nose. A second
later after a sigh, she said, “Ron said…” emphasizing *said*, as she glanced over her shoulder
at the red head in question, “Hagrid wants to see you.”

Harry's other brow went up, “That's it?” Then seeing Hermione start to chew on her lip,
he added, “sorry.” Stepping around Hermione, he addressed Ron directly with a glare, “That's
it?” Getting no reply he when on, “That's all he said! When Ron? Now? After class? When does he
want to see me? Is it important?”

Ron glared back, but didn't say a word. Turning his attention to Hermione, he started to
wave her over again.

Hermione couldn't believe how immaturely Ron was acting. She put her hands on her hips, and
stomped her foot on the ground. Then with a huff she shouted, “I'm not an owl Ron!”

“Fine!” Ron yelled back, then stormed off with a smirking Dean following close behind.

Suddenly, Hermione felt bad, she had chased Ron away before he had given Harry any answers.
Slowly, she turned around expecting to see him fuming. Instead, she got a surprise, “What are you
smiling about?”

“Obviously you're not an owl,” joked Harry, “you hate to fly!” Seeing her smile he finished,
“Break almost over, and we have him for our next class anyway. I guess if it was really important,
Hagrid would have come himself…right?”

Relived, Hermione nodded, “Right.”

oOoOo

It turned out, Hagrid had been just as vague, *Meet me at midnight, and bring your cloak,*
was he had said. It was now almost one in the morning, and Hermione had to fight to stay awake.
*`I* *should have gone with him,'* she thought, *`you never know what…'* The
sound of the portrait hole closing broke her thoughts. A moment later Harry appeared out of thin
air as he removed his cloak. Hermione could tell immediately something was wrong, very wrong. He
was just standing there staring at nothing, pale as a ghost.

“Harry?” she asked cautiously. When he didn't respond, she jumped up and hurried over to
him. Touching his arm, she tried again, Harry?” she said softly.

“Dragons!” Harry said in a detached voice, “the third task is dragons.”

Hermione's hand flew to her mouth as she let out a horrified gasp. Eyes wide in shock, all
she could say was, “Oh Harry!” Both stood in stunned silence for what seemed like hours. Finally,
Hermione realized she needed to be strong for him, and forced herself to calm down. A few minutes
later after leading him over to the couch by the fireplace, she had managed to calm Harry down as
well.

“Harry, are you sure its dragons? I mean, could they be for something else?”

“No, they're for the third task,” Harry said, “Hagrid said so. Don't know how
they're involved exactly, but one way or another, we'll… I'll have to go up against
one.”

“There's more than one?”

“Yeah, they're four, one for each of us.”

Hermione joined Harry in staring into the fire. Uneasiness filled the air, like a building
static charge before a thunderclap. The mere thought of being near a dragon, brought on a cold
sweat. Now all the hints and clues McGonagall had given her made sense. Now she knew why McGonagall
had tried to help in the first place. Dragons… it was surreal, and unbelievable at the same
time.

Hermione had to fight for control, as an overwhelming feeling of anxiety threatened to take
over. She couldn't help but think of Harry. How her feeling must pale in comparison to his. If
she was in a near panic, he must be feeling some sort of mortal terror. She wasn't going to add
to his alarm. *`Not here, not now, and certainly, not in front of him,'* she thought, with
more courage than she felt.

After promising to help him as much as she could tomorrow, they both turned in for the night.
Once finally alone in her bed with the curtain closed and a silencing spell in place, Hermione
allowed her mask to drop, and she cried herself to sleep.

Settling down in his bed, Harry stared at the canopy. He couldn't help but think how foolish
he'd been to think he could actually compete with the older students. *`**A
dragon,**'* he had no idea where to even begin. *`Thank Merlin for Hermione…'*
Harry's thoughts turned in a new direction. *`She's going to worry herself sick.'*
Harry vowed to himself; to try and not let that happen. He'd put on a brave face, even if he
thought it was useless. Rolling over, Harry closed his eyes, tomorrow was sure to be a long
day.

oOoOo

The next day at lunch, as Hermione sat anxiously waiting for Harry to join her, she thought back
to Neville's comments in the Three Broomsticks a while back. Hermione wondered what Neville
would say when he found out. Dragons…never in her wildest imagination, did Hermione think
Dumbledore would allow any of his students to get anywhere near a dragon. She had always held him
in high regards. Now, Hermione was beginning to think maybe, she had put too much faith in him.
Dumbledore didn't know it, but he was quickly losing her trust.

Spotting Harry entering the Hall, she started fixing a plate for him. The first thing she
noticed as he sat down next to her, was that he didn't look as lost as he did last night. The
second, was his smile.

“Well, how did your meeting with Professor Moody go?” she asked while sliding his plate in front
of him, “Some good news maybe?”

Harry looked at the plate, a chicken sandwich on wheat bread with just a pinch of pepper, and
some chips…just the way he liked it. Looking up at Hermione he said, “Thanks,”

before taking a bit. Then after swallowing, “You know, he's not as scary up close, once you
get to know him.”

Hermione nodded, “Hmm.”

“He asked what I was good at…flying, I told him.” Harry laughed, “He said I should use my
broom.”

“But you're not allowed a broom Harry.”

“That's what I said.” Then pulling out his wand and wiggling his eyebrows, Harry asked,
“Think you could teach me the Summoning Charm?”

Hermione's eye lit up with the possibilities, “Oh…yes of course, and I'm sure you can
learn it in time.”

Harry turned serious, “It's a long way Hermione, do you really think so?”

“Well we'll just have to start practicing to find out, won't we?”

As they continued to eat lunch, and talk about the possible limits of the charm, Cedric came in.
Hermione noticed he looked a little disturbed, and as he walked past their table, he gave Harry a
small nod. After he'd gone, she turned to Harry and asked, “Any idea what that was all
about?”

Harry laughed, “Remember me… last night? I ran into Cedric in the court yard on my way here…I
told him about the third task.” After taking another bit he went on, “Madam Maxime was there when I
found out, so I figure she would have told Fleur by now, and I am willing to bet Karkaroff has also
told Viktor.” Harry looked at her for a second, “You know Hagrid can't keep a secret.”

Hermione looked back at Cedric; he did look quite unsettled. Turning back to Harry, she silently
watched him eat as she considered his actions, *`I shouldn't be so surprised, it's his
nature. He doesn't care ab**o**ut winning the Tournament, he just w**ant**s
things to be fair**.'*

oOoOo

Two days later a frustrated Harry sat down to dinner with his friends. He and Hermione had been
practicing spells, mainly the Summoning Charm, all day. So far, the best Harry had been able to do,
was to call his broom from across the room. Hermione had been just as frustrated, not at Harry, but
at herself for not being able to help Harry improve.

Ginny nudged Neville to get his attention, and then ticked her head towards the distraught
couple. They both knew that Harry and Hermione had been working especially hard the last couple of
days, obviously, it wasn't going very well. She really wanted to go over and help somehow, but
she didn't even know half the spells they were working on, let alone why. They had told her,
that they had made a promise not to say anything to anyone. Besides, what could she offer that
Hermione couldn't, except maybe flying, and she was sure Harry didn't need any help
there.

Neville racked his brain, trying to come up with something to cheer them up. However, before
anything came to mind, the Headmaster stood to make an announcement.

“It would seem that no matter how hard we try, Hogwarts is unable to keep anything from her
students. If you have recently heard a rumor that involves dragons, then there is a very good
chance it is true.” Dumbledore paused to let the murmurs die down, “Alas, rumors can lead to all
sorts of problems, so in an effort to avoid any such things, we have decided to tell you about the
third task. This Saturday, our four champions will each face their very own dragon. Hidden within
her clutch of eggs will be a fake. The champion's task will be to retrieve this fake, a golden
egg, for it will contain the clues necessary to complete the fourth task. This must be done without
harm to the dragon, or the real eggs.”

Hermione was furious and made no effort to keep her voice down, "He's worried about the
dragon getting hurt, about the eggs? What about the champions? This has got to be the most insane,
asinine thing I've ever heard of!"

Harry wasn't sure whether or not Dumbledore heard her, but it did seem to give him pause.
After Hermione's scathing outburst, Dumbledore turned and seem to be talking directly to him.
"It may seem an impossible task, but as the Muggles like to say, `Where there's a will,
there's a way.'" Dumbledore glanced around, then continued in a knowing voice,
"Magic is all about will... and intent. However, that is not always enough. You must
believe... believe that your intent, can accomplish your will." As he finished his last
sentence, he again looked over at Harry. "I feel that with this news, nothing of significance
will be accomplished in class tomorrow. Therefore, classes are canceled. I hope you will all use
the extra time to your best advantage," finally, with his trademark eye twinkle in full force
he concluded, "I hope that satisfies your curiosity, because that's all I have for
tonight."

Hermione was still mad when she felt Harry grab her hand.

"Come on, I think I know what I'm doing wrong," and with that he pulled her from
the Hall.

After hearing the unbelievable news, Luna abandoned her house table to join Neville. She hoped
to offer Harry some comfort. Unfortunately, Harry and Hermione were already leaving as she sat down
next to Neville and Ginny. Luna glanced at them both, but said nothing, since she didn't have
any idea, what to say.

Ginny it seemed, wasn't quite so at lose for words, “Merlin's hairy bits… a bloody
dragon?”

Several feet down the table, Ron stared at his sister. For the first time since Harry's name
had come out of the cup, Ron wasn't laughing at Harry's situation. Ron knew a bit about
dragons from his brother Charlie, and thinking about them took the color from his face. “Bloody
hell,” Ron said with a shaky voice.

oOoOo

Ignoring the rules, Hermione had made her way down to the champion's tent and to Harry. One
look at him, and she was glad she came. Harry was pacing back and forth, and looked quite pale. He
was on the edge, *`who wouldn't be,'* she thought. That's when she realized, he
must have been hiding his feelings. He had been worried about her.

Throwing caution to the wind, Hermione pulled the tent flap further open and slipped in. Harry
noticed her, just as she reached him and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Harry closed his eyes and hugged her back. He noticed with a smile, that it was getting easier
and easier hold her. It only lasted a few seconds, before a camera flash startled them and they
broke apart. It had been enough however to settle his nerves somewhat, and with just a brief look,
he told her so. The look she returned, told him just as much, *`You can do this**.'*
Harry smiled and finally said, “I'll be careful,” acknowledging her unspoken request.

oOoOo

Hermione sat in the stands scared to death. She prayed, that the hug she had just shared with
Harry in the champion's tent would not be the last. She had wanted to stay; damn Dumbledore for
chasing her away. Nobody there could help him like she could. He needed her…only she, and she alone
could help him focus, help him relax. And now as she looked down, into this barren pit, Hermione
realized that she needed him too.

It sat and waited, chained to a large rock in the center of a deep enclosure. Angry, and
powerful, this great beast feared nothing, daring anyone, or anything to challenge it. Somehow,
upon seeing a dragon for the first time, made it all the more real. She had read about them of
course, but no amount of printed words could prepare you for the real thing. The beast was huge and
terrifying. It had claws three times the size of a lions and teeth to match. Its tail was a weapon
in its own right, as it thrashed around flinging large rocks and scarring the ground. Large hard
scales protected its body, and of course... it could spew fire. It was the most deadly thing
Hermione had ever seen. She honestly had no idea how Harry was going to be able to cope with this.
Hermione was sure, that if she had to face one of these horrific animals, she'd be frozen in
fear. She had recently read that the only thing more dangerous, more aggressive than a dragon, was
a mother dragon protecting her clutch. McGonagall had been right all along, she thought, they
couldn't have made this more dangerous if they tried.

She had watched in fear as the first three champions faced their dragon. Each had been
successful and that gave her hope, but none had escaped the task unharmed. They had all used a
different approach, bold, simple, and one relied on trickery. So far, Viktor was the least injured,
he appeared to have only a few minor bumps and bruises; although you couldn't say the same for
his dragon or the eggs. Cedric was the worst off, it was quite obvious that he had sustained some
very nasty burns. Although, he had managed to retrieve his egg, he had to be carried out of the
pit. Fleur left bleeding, and favoring her right leg.

Naturally, Harry had drawn the most dangerous dragon of the lot, so when the cannon blast
signaled for the last champion to start, Hermione felt her panic spike. Suddenly she wanted to jump
up and yell, *Stop! Cease this madness!* But it was already too late... Harry had entered the
enclosure. Hermione had never felt fear like this before. A cold and ruthless paralyzing fear, it
griped her to the bone. It terrorized her senses and froze her in place, making her watch with an
nauseating level of dread and anxiety, as Harry stood ready to do combat with the unimaginable.

Harry's plan was simple, yet daring. Flying, it was one of his greatest skills, Hermione
hoped it would be enough. "Accio Firebolt,” she heard him yell. If he was patient, he might
just pull this off. He might get through this in one piece. *`No,'* she corrected herself,
*`he will get through this.'* A moment later and Harry was on his broom and the task began
in earnest. The crowd cheered, and for the briefest of moments, Hermione couldn't have been
prouder of Harry. Then all too soon, the fear was back. Back with a vengeance.

When the Horntail broke her chains, and took flight, Hermione's screams became frantic. This
monster was a natural flyer, and it was after Harry. It wasn't just annoyed with him, it was
obsessed with him. It wanted to kill the boy who dared to taunt her with his broom.

Harry had been teasing… testing the Horntail, looking for an opening, any sign of weakness he
might exploit. Pulling up from another low pass, he vaguely heard a scream, *`Hermione.'*
Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the reason for her frightful cry. The beast was lose. It was
climbing, and heading right for him.

“Shite!” Harry yelled at no one, this wasn't part of the plan. Harry leaned forward, and
tried to coax as much speed out of his Firebolt as possible. He'd have to come up with a new
plan, now that he wasn't alone in the air anymore. And he thought, he'd better come up with
it quickly.

The aerial battle between boy and beast seemed to last forever, both weary of the other. One
taking more and greater chances, the other growing more angry by the second. There were several
close calls, one so close, if left Harry with an injured shoulder. Blood ran down his arm, making
it hard to keep a tight grip on the handle, but there was no giving up. Dragons didn't quit,
they didn't accept surrender, or forfeit. It would only end when the boy was dead.

Then, suddenly, it was over. The Horntail in its haste to catch Harry, had made a mistake, and
mistakes in the air usually ended badly. Harry had his golden egg. In pain and barely conscious
from blood loss, Harry slowly make his way to the healer's tent. He refused to be carried out.
He would not give them the satisfaction of saying he needed help. Hermione was the only one he gave
that privilege to.

Hermione rushed from the stands, oblivious to the stares she received. Unaware of the small
fingernail shaped cuts on her face, or the blood on her fingers. Unaware of the self inflicted
injuries she had caused herself. Her face, like the rest of her body was numb. She raced to the
healer's tent. The task was over. Harry had survived, but still, she needed to see him. She
needed to touch him to be sure. It was the only way she would be able to finally put her fear to
rest.

Entering the tent, Hermione stopped and looked around. They were all there, all four champions,
but she was only seeking one. As soon as she spotted him, she called out, “Harry!” and ran to him.
Once again, all was right in the world. He had danced with a dragon and survived; she held the
proof in her arms.

Holding him gently, so as not to hurt him anymore, she cried into his chest, “Oh Harry… thank
God…”

Still a little weak, but slowly gaining strength from the potions Madam Pomfrey had just given
him, Harry wrapped his good arm around Hermione best he could. “Hey, what's with the tears?
I'm okay, I made it… barely, but I'm still here.”

Pulling back she looked at him through watery eyes and smiled for the first time all day and
said, "You were brilliant Harry!"

"Thanks..." reaching up, he cupped her injured face with one hand, "Hermione,
what happened?"

Madam Pomfrey knew immediately what had happened, "Let me see dear... oh just a scratch,
I'll have you good as new in a tic.”

Realizing what she had done, Hermione started to blush, till she noticed Harry's look had
turned cold as he stared at someone over her shoulder.

Ron was standing stark still about ten feet behind Hermione with a sickly paled-green look about
him.

"Harry," he said hoarsely, "you'd have to be a complete nutter to actually
want to go through all this."

"You think so, do you?" said Harry seriously.

Madam Pomfrey had finished, so Hermione turned around and stood nervously between them, looking
back and forth, from one to the other.

"I reckon that you, well that you've been telling the truth all along Harry," Ron
said, "you're right, someone must be trying to do you in."

"You reckon hun… finally caught on?” Harry asked quickly. He was still angry, and the extra
adrenaline pumping through his veins didn't help.

Ron knew he had been a royal git from the start. He also knew he needed to apologize properly if
he was ever going to be able to call Harry his best mate again. He opened his mouth to try, but the
words weren't there, "Harry... I... I..."

Harry realized Ron was trying. He also knew what he was trying to say. A month ago, he would
have probably welcomed it; he might have even forgiven him, just for his efforts. Now he found
himself thinking Ron's apology, just wasn't that important.

"Forget it," he said, letting Ron off the hook.

"Harry, it's just that..."

"I understand," Harry said knowingly, "it'll take time, let's see how it
goes... okay?"

Ron nodded reluctantly, "Mates, at least?"

Harry smiled weakly, "Yeah... mates." Then with a hand on the small of her back, he
coaxed Hermione forward, and they headed for the exit.

Hermione still felt the need to be physically close. They'd had a few close calls over the
years, both she, and Harry, but mostly Harry. However, none had ever been this terrifyingly close.
Harry had evaded death by the slimmest of margins. The only way to calm her trembling hand, was to
hold on to his.

After a brief and unpleasant encounter with Rita Skeeter, they met up with Neville and a few
other Gryffindors. Together with Harry in the middle still holding Hermione's hand, they set
off for the Castle.

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**AN:** Of all the task in JK's version, this was the one I liked the best. So with that
in mind, I changed very little, mostly just points of view. I hope that also explains why the fight
between Harry and his dragon was so short (I wasn't going to rewrite what JK wrote).

Let me know what you think, Thanks.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter** **11**

**Feeling like a Girl**

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As November came to a close, the students of Hogwarts were beginning to get excited about
Christmas. Harry, Hermione, and Neville, along with Ron and Ginny, and the rest of their fellow
Gryffindors had just been enjoying one of Hogwarts' fine breakfast meals when Professor
McGonagall stood from the staff table and walked over to the podium to make an announcement.

“May I have your attention please,” she began, gaining everyone's attention. “As I'm
sure you all have noticed, the headmaster is still away from the school on Ministry business. Since
he won't be returning for a few more days, he has asked me to make an announcement.” Knowing
what was likely to happen, she paused to brace herself. “It is part of the Triwizard Tournament
tradition for the school that is hosting…to hold a Yule Ball.” The immediate reaction was nothing
short of pandemonium.

As far as Harry could tell, all the girls in the school instantly started chattering excitedly
amongst themselves; the boys on the other hand were deathly quiet, and some even had looks of
terror on their faces. Harry looked over at Hermione who was talking to Ginny so fast that he was
hard pressed to catch every third word. Looking around at the rest of the table, it seemed that
only Ron looked as nervous as him. Neville seemed nervous as well, though it was hard to tell with
him as he always looked a little nervous. The Weasley twins on the other hand did not seem bothered
at all.

“Oi Harry, why the panicked look,” Fred asked with a huge smile that told Harry that he already
knew, but had to ask anyway.

Harry had good reason to feel the way he did, he and surprises normally did not mix well. And
here was yet another in a growing list, and the term was not even close to being over.

“Well for one thing, I've never been to a ball before, I don't even know how to dance,”
Harry started. “Most likely end up stepping all over my date's feet and making a fool out of
myself. Not sure who'd want to go with someone like that?” he finished, now feeling slightly
down.

As the twins laughed, Ginny rolled her eyes and said, “You're Harry Potter, the Boy-
Who-Lived, not to mention the Boy-Who-Slew-A-Dragon. Who *wouldn't* go with you?”

“Yeah Harry, and you're a Triwizard champion,” Hermione added with a small smile. “I'm
sure you will find someone.” Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than normal before
returning to her conversation with Ginny.

“But who?” Harry mumbled as he stared at nothing, confusion and frustration coursing through
him.

Neville being the shy boy he was, actually had the best advice, and said in a quiet, somewhat
shaky voice, “I'd ask someone I know, and like.”

Ron, between two rather large bites of bacon jumped in with, “I'm going to ask someone hot
looking.” This time it was Hermione who rolled her eyes while Ginny just shook her head in
amazement. Ginny loved her brother, but she was not going to allow him to keep embarrassing her
like this in the future; she would have to talk to him later. The twins, who had been watching all
this with a smile on their faces, could not contain their amusement any longer and burst out
laughing.

“Good luck with that little Ronniekins!” Fred managed to choke out between laughs. Ron glared at
the infamous pranksters while everyone else laughed at the comment.

Harry glanced back to Hermione who was talking to Ginny again and sighed, “It's always
something,” not noticing the quick look she gave him, right after he turned away. Maybe she could
help him work it out later.

**oOoOo**

Later that afternoon the trio found themselves back in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was
sitting at a table helping Ron with some class work that should have been done yesterday. Harry was
all caught up with his work, so he was left alone with his thoughts in front of the fire.

He had spent most of the morning and all of lunch thinking about the ball and who he might ask.
His first thought was Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw fifth-year that had caught his eye. She was quite
pretty, but he really did not know her very well. How would he approach her, what would he say?
That was Harry's problem: All the girls he thought about, he either disliked, did not know, or
they were only interested in him because he was *the* Harry Potter. *Maybe I'm going
about this all wrong,* Harry thought to himself. *Who do I know, like and at least looks
nice?*

As Harry sat staring into the fire from his spot on the couch, an idea finally came to him, a
smile slowly creeping up his face. *I've known her forever, of course I like her and she is
certainly pretty.* As Harry sat there thinking about it, he almost laughed at how stupid
he'd been. Hermione would be the perfect choice for the Ball. He had always turned to her for
help, why not ask her to do something fun for a change. The more he thought about it, the more he
liked the idea. His mind made up, Harry decided that he would ask her after dinner.

Dinner came and went with Harry barely saying a word. Most of the Gryffindor students were back
in the tower; some had already turned in for the night while the rest milled around the common
room. Ron and Dean were playing a game of chess while Ginny and Lavender carried on a hushed
conversation punctuated by an occasional giggle. Harry sat across from Hermione working on
schoolwork, or at least she was working, he was too worked up to get anything meaningful done.
Harry knew Hermione was usually the last one to go to bed, she always worked late; all he had to do
was wait for everyone else to leave, and then he could talk to her alone. It seemed like forever,
but things were finally beginning to quiet down.

“Oi Harry, you're next.”

“Sorry Ron, I think I'm going to try and finish this.”

Ron looked over and let out a long yawn, “Okay, well I am kind of knackered anyways, guess
I'll head up to bed, when are ya coming up?” Things were still a little cool between the two
boys and although Ron had apologized, he couldn't help continuing to feel a little angry at
Harry sometimes. He didn't know why, but it was there, an irritation of sorts, fuming, waiting,
just below the surface.

“Ah, in a bit Ron,” Harry said with a hint of nervousness as he looked up; after a quick glance
at Hermione added, “I'm almost finished with this and then I wanted to talk to Hermione about
something.” He mentally crossed his fingers and hoped that Ron would not ask about what. Even
though he had known Hermione for over three years now, this was going to be hard enough without his
other friend prying.

Ron gave Harry a weird look before shrugging his shoulders and turning to the stairs. “Alright
mate, see you later, night Hermione.”

“Night Ron,” Hermione said while looking at Harry and wondering just what he might want to talk
about. A short time later Hermione closed her book and started to put away her things. “So you
wanted to talk?” She asked, looking back up at Harry. Harry, who was already nervous, started to
fidget and she couldn't help but notice. “Harry, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I ah…” Harry trailed off, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. He looked
around to see if they were alone in the room.

“Harry, is everything okay?” Hermione asked, her concern growing.

Realizing that he couldn't stall any longer, “Ah, yeah, sorry” Harry turned and looked at
Hermione. “Has anyone asked you to the ball yet?”

Caught slightly off guard, “No, not yet” she answered with a small blush. Hermione wasn't
sure why she felt this way, but hoped the dim light of the room would hide the color in her
cheeks.

“Well you know I can't dance, and my hair is always out of control, and…” Harry rambled
while looking down.

Hermione cut him off, “Harry”.

He looked up to see her smiling and he regained some of his confidence. “Hermione, I was hoping
that you might like to go to the Yule Ball with me,” he finished uneasily, certain that she would
say no. Sure they were friends, but to go the ball with him, he just couldn't think of any
reason why she would; certainly someone else would be a far better choice than him. Harry was
certain that as sweet and attractive as Hermione was, she'd be a sought-after date to the
ball.

Hermione was dying to go to the ball and couldn't wait to be asked by someone, even though
she doubted anyone would think to ask the school bookworm. She had briefly thought of Harry, but
had little hope that he would ask. After all, he was a Hogwarts champion, not that it mattered to
her, but he could probable ask anyone and they say yes. She still hadn't figured out if she
fancied him, but she did find him handsome. *Plus,* *we always get along so well together,
we'd probably have fun,* she thought.

Astounded, but happy, Hermione smiled, “Of course Harry, I'd love to go with you to the
ball.” Now it was her turn to look down while blushing even more.

Harry looked surprised, “Really, that's great! Hey, maybe I can even learn to dance a
little.” Both Harry and Hermione laughed at what would turn out to be no small joke, and then sat
looking at each other with excited smiles; the moment seemed to last forever, until Professor
McGonagall walked in.

“Ah Mr. Potter, I'm glad you're still up,” she looked both angry and sad at the same
time. “I apologize for the late hour, but I've only just now been told myself and felt that you
would want to know as soon as possible.”

“What's wrong, Professor?” Harry asked, his voice still gleeful from Hermione's
acceptance.

She quirked an eyebrow at his enthusiasm for a moment before adopting a serious expression,
“I'm afraid I have to pass on a terrible request to you, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said. Harry
glanced over to Hermione who had a worried look on her face then back to his head of house. “It
would seem that during the ball there will be a considerable number of members from the various
Ministries, as well as the international press,” she explained.

“I don't see how that has anything to do with me, Professor,” Harry said, slightly
confused.

“Neither do I,” McGonagall said, some of her Scottish accent and anger slipping out, “But our
Ministry is afraid that the foreign press will not understand your involvement, and they are
worried about their image.”

“So let me guess, they don't want Harry to attend?” Hermione asked half-jokingly, but
stopped laughing when she saw the serious look on her professor's face. “Do they have the
right?” she asked in shock. McGonagall was not surprised that her smartest student was able to
figure it out so fast.

“No, but I'm afraid the headmaster does,” she replied uneasily.

“Unbelievable!” Hermione practically yelled, now clearly upset. “What in the world is he
thinking? It's not fair; Harry has more than earned the right to be there.”

After a short pause McGonagall sadly continued, “I know, and believe me, I feel the same way as
you, but…”

“Professor Dumbledore thinks they may be right,” Harry interrupted dully. Professor McGonagall
silently nodded in confirmation.

Hermione's face became red with anger. “Harry has done everything they've asked of him,
this is just wrong!” she shouted.

“Miss Granger, I must ask that you control your temper,” McGonagall snapped before turning to
Harry. “I don't believe that the headmaster would force you to stay away, but he will try to
talk you out of it, so really, it is up to you.” Harry glanced at Hermione then back to his
teacher.

“Well, to be honest I would like to go, especially since I know who I'd be going with,” he
said as he turned and gave Hermione a small smile before continuing. “But seeing as half the school
still thinks I cheated to get in the tournament in the first place, I'm not sure that I want to
cause any more controversy.” Hermione and McGonagall shared a concerned look as they waited for
Harry to continue. “If the headmaster thinks it's best for the school, then I guess I'll do
as he requests.” Looking back at Hermione, he added, “Even though I can't dance, I'm sure I
would have had a great time going with you.” He could see the disappointment on her face and it
made him at the same time both angry at the injustice and sad for how this was affecting Hermione.
Looking down, Harry softly said, “I'm sorry Hermione, I don't know what else to do.”

Hermione saw the conflict in his eyes, duty versus desire. Although he hid his feeling well, she
knew he wanted to go, but also knew how much he respected Dumbledore. This is just another example
of how life seemed to treat Harry Potter, and Hermione was growing tired of it. She moved to stand
next to Harry then turned towards McGonagall, her eyes flashing with anger.

“I can't believe this, it's wrong and we all know it, Professor Dumbledore knows it,
and…and it's so unfair.” Hermione's voice quivered slightly as she went on. “What's
Harry supposed to do, just sit around up here while everyone else is having a good time?” Hermione
was definitely worked up now as she turned back to Harry and put a hand on his arm. “Don't
worry Harry, if you can't go then I'm not going either. I'll stay here with you and we
can have our own dance, right here.”

“Hermione no,” Harry said, looking up suddenly, desperation in his voice. “I know you would
stay, and I really can't express how much I appreciate it, but you've done so much for me
already. This ball is going to be very special, and who knows if there'll be another one before
we graduate. And besides, these things are practically made for girls,” he added with a smile.
Taking both her hands in his, “Hermione, please don't pass it up because of me. I want you to
go, I want you to have a good time, and then you can come back here and tell me all about it.”
Harry stared at Hermione while she was looking down; he didn't have to see the sad look on her
face to know exactly how she felt. After a moment Harry asked again, “okay?” Slowly she looked up,
her teary eyes finally meeting his. She looked at Harry with concern for a few more seconds then
leaned forward and wrapped him in a tight hug. Harry closed his eyes and hugged her back then
whispered gently into her ear, “Hermione, please.”

Hermione didn't like the idea; she had really been looking forward to going with Harry, but
she knew this wasn't easy for him either, so with her head still on his shoulder she
reluctantly gave a nod of acceptance.

While looking at the two teenagers with sympathy, McGonagall placed a hand on Hermione's
shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I'm sorry,” she said softly before slowly turning away and leaving.

After a few minutes of silence, Harry pulled back.

“Well, we better get to sleep or we'll be completely worthless tomorrow.

“Yeah we better, before they ask you to stop sleeping as well,” Hermione replied bitterly.

Harry took her hand and gave it a little squeeze to show he appreciated her support, and at the
same time gave a short laugh and said “Come on, let's go.”

**oOoOo**

The next morning down in the Great Hall they meet up with Ron, Ginny, Neville, and the
twins.

“What's wrong with you two?” Ron asked, noticing his friends' depressed looks.

“Professor McGonagall had some bad news,” Harry replied as he sat down.

“She told Harry that Professor Dumbledore didn't think it would be a good idea for him to go
to the ball,” Hermione added.

“What? Why not?” Ginny asked a little louder than was necessary. Not knowing he had already
asked Hermione, she was still hoping he'd ask her, and was planning on dropping a few hints
later.

“He's afraid he might cause the school some kind of controversy or some such rubbish,”
Hermione huffed.

“Well that's just stupid, what are you going to do Harry?” Neville said with a shake of his
head.

As Harry was about to answer, Viktor Krum walked over and gave a nod of greeting as he came up
to them. Harry nodded back then turned back to Neville.

“What can I do? I'll probably just stay away like he asked.”

“Well, now at least you won't have to worry about finding a date,” Ron managed to say
between bites, not entirely sure if he should have felt bad for Harry or not.

Viktor who had initially came over to talk to Hermione, now turned to Harry, “Yous are not going
to the ball, but vhy?”

Harry with a touch of sarcasm in his voice gave his one-word answer, “Dumbledore.”

The twins shared a look before rushing over to Harry one on each side.

“Don't worry, Harry,” Fred started.

“Yeah, we'll take you,” George continued.

“It'll be a threesome!” they finished together.

“Ah… gee thanks guys, but no,” Harry brushed them off with a nervous laugh. Viktor, not quite
sure what to think of the twins, decided to ignore them.

“Harry I'm sorry zat you are not going. As a Triwizard Champion you should be there.”

Harry who was also trying to ignore the twins looked back up at Viktor, slightly surprised
“Thanks,” he replied with a nod of appreciation.

Viktor gave his young colleague one final glance and a quick nod before he turned to look at
Hermione and in a slightly softer voice asked.

“Her-my-owe-nee,” he said, slowly pronouncing the girl's name to get it correct, “I vas
vondering if you had a date for ze ball yet?” Ron, who up to that point had been sitting quietly,
listening to the conversation about this latest development while he finished his breakfast,
started laughing.

“It's only the first day, are you mental?” he asked, looking between Hermione and
Viktor.

Hermione glared at Ron and said, “As a matter of fact I had a date but he had to cancel.”

“Right,” Ron said as he continued laughing.

“Shut up, Ron,” Ginny and Harry snapped at the redhead in unison.

While Ginny continued to glare at her brother Ron, Hermione looked at Harry, silently thanking
him with her eyes. By now Neville, and the twins had figured out who had asked Hermione to the Yule
Ball, though Ron was still clueless. Ginny had her suspicions.

“Then Her-my-owe-nee, I vas vondering, since you don't have a date now vould you consider
going with me?” Viktor asked, also fairly certain to whom Hermione was referring to.

Everyone was now staring at Hermione, who had obviously been put on edge by the question.
Hermione looked back at the others and noticed that it seemed Ron could not believe his ears. Harry
looked slightly depressed for a moment before he quickly masked his emotions. The rest just seemed
to be waiting to see what would happen.

“Well, ah… I'm not sure… I…” Hermione stammered, nervously shifting her glance between Harry
and Viktor. “I thought you might go with Alicia,” she added, avoiding the question.

“She already has a date to the Ball,” Viktor said, with a glance towards the twins.

“Oh, I see.”

Harry saw that she was worried about hurting his feelings. They continued to stare at each other
for a moment longer until finally Harry gave a small smile and spoke.

“I'm sure Viktor will be a perfect gentleman, Hermione,” he said, looking into her eyes and
giving an almost imperceptibly minute nod to tell her that it was okay. She smiled back at him, but
it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Hermione and Harry both slowly stood up and turned to face Viktor. Hermione would have rather
have stayed back in the common room with Harry during the ball, but she also knew that if she
forced the issue she would only make Harry feel guilty. So, with a reluctant smile she accepted
Viktor's invitation, who gave a quick nod before returning to his own table. Hermione briefly
glanced back at Harry; he was not the type to get jealous but that didn't mean he did not wish
that he was the one taking her to the dance. She saw it in his eyes, and his shoulders slumped just
a little; he tried to cover it up but she could read him like a book. Harry smiled and nodded once
more before he turned and left for class. Hermione knew Harry was happy for her; the problem was
her own feelings.

**oOoOo**

The next couple of weeks seemed to fly by, between classes and preparing for end-of-term exams
there was hardly any free time left, and if you happened to be going to the Yule Ball, well then
you pretty much spent that time getting ready. Harry stayed busy by either studying or reading,
anything to keep his mind off what everyone else was thinking about. But no matter how hard he
tried, the closer the Yule Ball got, the more he found himself thinking about Hermione and the
dance. Even though he couldn't dance, the thought of holding her close as they swayed to the
music, grew more appealing the more he thought about it.

Harry was sitting in the common room; he had just put away his Charms book after he had found
himself reading the same passage again for the third time.

“Hey Harry,” Hermione said as she plopped down next to him on the couch.

Harry looked up and smiled, “Hey yourself.”

“You looked pretty deep in thought there, am I interrupting?”

Harry motioned around the empty room with his hand as if to show her something, “Not much to
interrupt… no I was just thinking.”

Hermione smiled and tilted her head just a bit for effect, her eyes alight with mirth. “Does it
hurt, or do you feel well enough to talk about it?”

“Funny girl,” Harry said flatly before sporting a genuine smile. “Actually, if you must know I
was thinking I might find someone to teach me how to dance.”

It was good to see him smiling again, but the look on her face quickly shifted from happy to
curious when she considered his words.

“Harry, has something happened, are you going to the dance now?” she asked hopefully.

Harry's bright smile abruptly faded as he shook his head no, “Afraid not,” he sighed. “I
just… well, I just figured that since everyone is all caught up in the ball and everything, why
not?” Harry could still see the questions in her eyes. “Look, there'll probably be another one
someday, right? And if not here, then somewhere else and I don't have a clue about
dancing.”

“So… I guess you've been thinking a lot about the ball then,” Hermione said; she suspected
that it had been occupying his mind a lot lately and was one of the reasons why he had been so
moody lately.

“No, I just…” Harry began, but stopped when Hermione shook her head.

“Harry please, you know you can't…” but she found herself unable to finish when she noticed
that he had a look that almost begged her to just drop it. “Fine,” she sighed in defeat, “so who
were you thinking of asking for help then?”

“Well…” Harry started, looking rather sheepish. “My first thought was you, but then… well, I
thought you would feel kind of awkward plus you're already so busy and all.” Harry had been
looking down and now turned away, so he didn't notice the small smile that crept up her face.
“Anyway I thought, maybe Professor McGonagall?”

Hermione still smiling, reached out and touched his arm gently.

“Harry,” her voice was soft, “Professor McGonagall is a good start, but I think you'll need
a partner.” Harry's head snapped back around, catching her off guard causing her to jump
slightly. She removed her hand and sat back a little. “I mean, you don't *really* want to
dance with her, do you?” Seeing that she had thought of something that he had not, she felt a
little braver and continued. “You know, I've never been to a ball either, so I'm sure
I'd be rubbish at dancing if I didn't get a little practice in myself.” Now it was Hermione
who looked uncomfortable.

Harry sat there staring at her; she had already helped him so much, and he'd bet his broom,
she was probably already a good dancer. After a moment of awkward silence, Harry chuckled and said,
“Hermione, I doubt that there's anything you're rubbish at, but if you really want to, I
think you'd be a great partner.”

Hermione beamed; realizing he knew that she was only trying to help, and yet he didn't make
a big deal about it. The best part was, she would get to spend a little more time with him,
learning something besides trying to stay alive in that blasted tournament.

“Great! Talk to Professor McGonagall and let me know where and when, okay?”

“Kay,” Harry said as he watched Hermione practically bounce off the couch and make her way up to
her dorm room. *Well, back to Charms,* Harry thought; he certainly wanted to have his work
done before asking his professor for help.

**oOoOo**

The day before the Yule Ball, Viktor, Fleur, and Cedric were called into McGonagall's
office.

“Good, you're all here,” she said. “The reason you've been summoned here is to discuss
protocol for the Yule Ball.” Cedric looked around again. “Is there a problem Mr. Diggory?” the
Transfiguration teacher asked.

“No ma'am, but where's Harry?”

“Mr. Potter will not be attending the Ball,” McGonagall said simply.

“Ah, of course, `e knows it iz for zee real champions,” Fleur said as if it were obvious.

Cedric rounded on the French witch, annoyed with her attitude. “Harry *is* a real
champion,” he snapped. Remembering Harry's sense of fair play and the warning that he had
received about the dragon in the third task, Cedric felt he should at least speak up for Harry in
his absence. “He fought a dragon just like us, did he not? And as I recall he bested you.”

Fleur opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off by McGonagall. “Enough! For reasons that I
cannot go into, Mr. Potter will not be there, and there will be no further discussion on this
matter, is that clear?” After receiving three acknowledgments, she continued her discussion,
letting them know both what to expect, and what was expected of them.

Leaving McGonagall's office an hour later, Viktor pulled Cedric aside into a small alcove.
“I don't know the reason vhy, but it iz your headmaster who iz keeping your Mr. Potter from the
Ball,” he told Cedric, who looked up at the Bulgarian man in surprise.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” Viktor could see the doubt in his opponent's eyes. “I don't know how he became a
champion, but he iz, just like us. He should be zhere.”

“Right, I don't know how he got into this either,” Cedric said, shaking his head in
confusion. “But you're right, he should be there.” Even with the language barrier, Viktor could
hear the determination clearly in his colleague's voice. He was getting his first lesson in
what it meant to be a Hufflepuff. Even after only the third task, three of the champions were
already beginning to form a bond of camaraderie.

**oOoOo**

After announcing the password to the gargoyle, Cedric was admitted up to the headmaster's
office. He already had a plan in mind, having just spent the past half hour going over the
situation in his head. If he was honest with himself, he knew he wanted to win the tournament, but
he also wanted to win fairly, and that meant everybody got treated the same. Although this was only
a dance, maybe next time Harry would be excluded from something more important. Maybe next time
they would leave him or one of the others out. No matter what, Harry had worked just as hard in the
first three tasks as anyone, so he should be allowed to join in the fun parts as well.

“Enter,” came the business like voice of Dumbledore from behind the office door.

Pushing the door open, Cedric approached his headmaster's desk. Dumbledore was still looking
down, apparently busy with some paperwork. Cedric stood tall waiting to be acknowledged, but he
could not help feeling a little intimidated.

“Ah, Mr. Diggory, what a pleasant surprise, lemon drop?” Dumbledore said while peering over his
glasses.

“No thank you, sir.”

“Very well then, what can I do for you?” Dumbledore asked, his eyes taking on their trademark
twinkle. “I don't believe you've been in my office in quite a while.” Cedric didn't
know how, but somehow he suspected that the wizened man before him knew exactly what he wanted. It
might have been the light or maybe just his imagination, but as he looked Dumbledore in the eye, he
was sure the man could see right through him.

“Sir, I've come to ask that you reconsider, and let Mr. Potter attend the Yule Ball,” the
Hufflepuff said, swallowing his nervousness.

Dumbledore raised a single eyebrow in interest. “I see, and what exactly did Mr. Potter tell
you?”

“Ah, well you see… I didn't exactly talk to him directly sir…” Cedric said sheepishly. “I
found out at the champions' meeting this afternoon.” Dumbledore continued to sit and look at
him with a slightly amused smile on his face, so he added, “Professor McGonagall told us that he
would not be there, later it was Viktor Krum who said it was your decision.”

“Ah, I see…yes that is unfortunately true,” he confessed. His smile faded and suddenly the
headmaster looked older than before. “And I'm afraid that I must stand by that decision.”

“Sir, this doesn't have anything to do with the circumstances surrounding his entry into the
tournament, because if it does I…”

Dumbledore raised a hand stopping the young man's protest mid-sentence. “No, it does not,
Mr. Diggory, there are…*other*…factors involved, and for the record I too believe Mister
Potter.” This seemed to cool Cedric's temper somewhat, but he was not pacified yet.

“That's good to know sir, but it still doesn't make it right. Harry didn't ask for
this, and yet he's done all you've asked him to do, and with virtually no help whatsoever.”
After taking a deep breath, Cedric stood straight and looked his headmaster in the eye. “It's
not fair sir, and knowing that… bothers me. Therefore in good conscience, I don't think I can
attend the Yule Ball either. I'm afraid Hogwarts will not have a representative.” Cedric knew
he was pushing his luck by playing that card, but right now he really wasn't in the mood to
care. “Please understand sir, I'm not threatening you I…I'm just not comfortable with the
way things are.” Sensing defeat, he finished in a quieter tone, “I just felt you should know as
soon as possible.”

Dumbledore had been angry with himself ever since he had backed down and let the Ministry talk
him into keeping Harry away. Now here before him stood a student, standing up for the rights of
another. It seemed even he, the “Great Albus Dumbledore”, was not too old to learn a lesson; maybe
it was time to rectify that decision.

“I trust that he will still be able to find a date at this late hour,” he finally said. Cedric
was suddenly at a loss for words and it must have shown as Dumbledore continued after a slight
chuckle, “That is, if you can convince Harry to go.”

“Ah…” Cedric was trying to catch up, trying to figure out how exactly, he had won. “Yes sir,
I'm sure on both counts.”

“Excellent,” Dumbledore said, then peering over his spectacles, added with hint of amusement,
“is there anything else, Mr. Diggory?”

**oOoOo**

Two hours later, a frustrated Cedric left Harry to look for help. He had not been able to talk
him into going to the ball as Harry was simply not interested anymore.

“Ron, hold up,” Cedric call out, causing the younger boy to stop and turn around, a surprised
look on his face. “Hi, um you remember me from summer and all, right?” he panted, sticking his hand
out to reintroduce himself.

“Yeah, of course, not to mention pretty much everyone knows who you are, being a champion and
all,” Ron said with a smile, still unsure why Cedric wanted to talk to him.

“Look, I need your help with something.”

Ron smile brightened, “Really, sure” glad to be associated with the sixth year somehow.

“You're friends with Harry right?”

His smile fell. *I should have known*, the redhead thought bitterly, *it's always
about Harry*. Letting his frustration get the better of him, Ron answered bitterly, “Not at the
moment.”

Cedric wasn't sure exactly what that meant, and really didn't have time to worry about
Ron's personal issues. “Oh, ah… I see,” although he really didn't. “Well is there someone
you could recommend? I know a lot of people still aren't talking to him.”

Ron shook his head once and with a huff said coolly, “Try Hermione Granger, she's his
biggest fan,” then turned and walked away without saying another word.

**oOoOo**

Hermione stepped out of the common room from the portrait after being summoned by a second-year,
to find Cedric waiting for her. “Hello Mr. Diggory, you asked to see me?” she asked politely;
unlike Ron, she had a fairly good idea this was about Harry, as there would be no other likely
reason for him to want to speak to her.

“Hello Miss Granger, and please, call me Cedric. I'm not that old, am I?”

“No of course not, then it's just, Hermione.”

Cedric smiled, “Great, look I'll get right to the point,” I need your help with Harry;
I've been told you are good friends with him, right?”

Hermione nodded, her face now beginning to show a little concern. “Is this about the
tournament?”

Cedric noticed her look, “Oh no!” He said quickly holding up his hands to stop her from
worrying, “well not exactly anyway, it's about the ball.”

“The ball, but Harry is not…”

“I know, I know, Harry wasn't supposed to attend…” Cedric interrupted her, only to be
interrupted in turn.

“Wasn't?”

“Yeah I, well me and the others didn't like the idea of excluding him, so I kind of talked
the Headmaster into changing his mind.” It was only a small lie. While it was true that it was only
him who had gone to Harry's defense, Cedric got the feeling that Viktor felt the same way.
Harry had not only faced a dragon like him, but had also told him about it before hand, something
he didn't have to do. Spending a few minutes now helping Harry seemed like a small favor in
return.

Hermione could not help but notice his slight reluctance to take credit.

“You *talked* the Headmaster into changing his mind,” part question, part statement she
replied smiling, glad that someone else saw the injustice in the decision.

Cedric smiled back, he could see why Harry liked her. “Anyway, when I told Harry he could go, he
wouldn't have any part of it. He all but flat out refused, `Not interested' he said.”

“So you want me to talk him into going,” Hermione said accusingly, but with a smirk.

“Well yeah, from what I understand, you're about the only one he'll listen to, besides I
already did the hard part for you,” Cedric countered with a smirk of his own.

“Fine, I'll talk to him.”

As Cedric walked away he knew why Ron had called her “his biggest fan”. Ron didn't
understand; she wasn't a fan, she was a friend. She acted that way because she cared for him.
She was Harry's buffer against those who would wrong him; his protector and helper, and most
likely he was hers as well.

**oOoOo**

It was only a little while later that Hermione sat at her favorite table in the common room
trying to work on a Charms essay. She was having a bit of trouble concentrating; her mind kept
drifting back to Harry. On the one hand she was glad Harry was finally able to go to the ball, but
on the other hand, that meant that he would need a date and for some reason, that bothered her. It
wasn't an intellectual thing, more like a feeling. Something sitting in the bottom of her gut,
churning, like a sour meal. This made her wonder, *when* *did I start to hav**e these
kind**s* *of feeling**s**?* She was just about to give up on her homework
and go look for Harry when she heard the portrait swing open.

As soon as Harry entered the common room he felt her eyes on him. Looking around he spotted her
just starting to stand up. Harry knew almost instantly she had something to tell him, he could tell
by the way she stood: A slight nervousness in her eyes, her hands held together more tightly than
normal. As he approached her, he briefly wondered when he had started to notice things like
that.

“Hey, you all right?” He asked, with a small smile.

Hermione relaxed a bit and thought of how typical it was of him to worry about her; he must have
seen how uncomfortable she was.

“Hi Harry… ah, I wanted to talk to you, do you have a moment?” Harry raised an eyebrow as if to
say, *this ought to be good, and don't dodge the question.* “I'm fine Harry, really.
Please, let's sit,” she said.

“Okay, what's up?” he asked, taking the offered seat.

“Well um…” Not quite sure how to start. Hermione knew Harry could be very stubborn and she
didn't want to anger him. Even though she had worked out what to say earlier, she now found
herself stumbling over her words, and looking everywhere except at him.

Harry smiled, “Hermione…look at me.” As she met his eyes he continued, “Whatever is bothering
you, you know you can tell me, right?”

Hermione sighed, “Cedric came by.”

“Oh, did he now?” Harry said, his smile growing as he now understood the cause of her
nervousness.

Hermione was taken aback; she had expected him to get upset for interfering, “You're not
mad?”

“Should I be? You're not conspiring against me, are you?” His voice was serious, but his
smile and the mirthful twinkle in his eyes gave him away.

“Of course not Harry, don't even joke about that,” Hermione said with a scowl. Remembering
how Ron had accused her of helping Viktor not to long ago, and how much it had hurt her.

“I'm sorry Hermione, you're right, it was a bad joke. You do know, that I would never
think that about you.”

“Thanks… Harry, why won't you consider going to the ball now that you can?” she finally
asked, causing Harry's smile to dim.

“I don't know,” he admitted. “It just feels kind of…forced… I'm sure Dumbledore
didn't just change his mind to be nice.” Harry took a deep breath then let it out slowly.
“It's like I'm a pawn and he's playing me. If I go…It's kind of like saying that
it's okay.”

Hermione was staring straight at Harry, but it was his turn to avoid eye contact. He sat
quietly, still looking down at the table.

“I can see how you would feel that way but don't forget, he didn't want you to go in the
first place.” Hermione paused to let her last remark sink in. “If you don't go, then he gets
what he originally wanted anyway and no one can blame him for you not showing up.”

“Yeah, that's a good point, but still I don't know, and it's tomorrow; where am I
even going to find a date? There's no way…maybe I should just—”

“Oh no you don't, Mister Potter,” Hermione interrupted, “you're not getting out of this
that easy.” Harry looked up, surprised at her tone. “You won't know until you ask around, but
I'm sure that you'll find someone pleasant to go with, even this late,” She had him and
they both knew it.

“Hermione!” Harry whined.

“Harry, you made me go, now I'm making you go.” With her hands on her hips she added, “Got
it? Good!” Harry gave a sad, reluctant smile and nodded his head once. “Harry I just want you to
have a good time too, please go…for me?”

“Wasn't that my line?” Harry chuckled. “And I thought I was the only one who could pout like
that.”

“What, this?” Hermione smiled as she pointed to her mock-sad face. “Well, I *did* learn it
from a pro after all.”

This time Harry laughed in earnest. “Fine, I'll go if it makes you happy, even if I have to
ask Pansy.”

“Harry I said someone pleasant,” Hermione replied with a laugh of her own.

As they settled down Harry leaned forward and whispered, “There is one condition though.”

Hermione noticed the tiny smirk even though Harry tried to act serious. “And what would that
be?” She asked cautiously.

Remembering the passion she had shown while sticking up for him, when McGonagall relayed
Dumbledore's request, the smirk went away. Harry reached over and took hold of her hands. With
a soft smile on his face he said gently, “You have to save me the last dance.”

Hermione was touched by his request, and the look of sincerity on his face almost brought her to
tears. No one had ever treated her with such tenderness before. She released a nervous breath she
didn't even know she was holding. “Oh Harry, of course I will,” she said as she gave his hands
a soft squeeze. “Even if you hadn't asked, I still would have.” Later that night when Hermione
was alone and thought back to that scene again, she would realize that it was yet another one of
those moments. Harry was slowly becoming more important to her, much more. The realization not only
surprised her, but confused her a little as well.

**oOoOo**

Harry was in a near panic. The Yule Ball was tomorrow and he still had not found a date.

“Can't you go stag Harry?” Ron asked knowing what was wrong. He was feeling a bit smug
knowing he had a date, some Hufflepuff whose name he could not remember at the moment.

“No Ron, not as a champion,” Harry snapped. “I'm supposed to start the dance; kind of hard
to do that by myself.” Ron tensed; he knew that Harry could not go solo, but wanted to get a jab in
anyway. He was still a little unsure about how Harry had become a champion, whether or not he had
indeed cheated. Ron wanted to believe Harry, but he found it hard to do so. After all *w**ho
wouldn't want to be a champion,* he thought. However he didn't really want to alienate
him either. Seeing Ron's look, Harry sighed and said, “Sorry Ron, I didn't mean to take it
out on you.”

“Yeah… well it's okay, so no worries.” Ron relaxed and looked back at Harry for a moment,
then a thought occurred to him; letting some of his old feelings of friendship return, he jumped
up, “Hey mate, I just remembered something.” Harry slowly stood telling Ron to go on with his
hands. “Padma's date had to cancel last night, something about a family emergency of
sorts.”

“Really?” Harry asked, hope in his voice.

“Yeah, Ginny told me, don't think she'd make that up.”

“No, I don't either… Look, thanks mate, I'd better go find her before some other
desperate bloke does.”

Ron smirked, “Right, see you later then.”

**oOoOo**

It had taken a bit of talking, but Harry had finally convinced a couple of Ravenclaws that his
intentions were sincere. Finally persuaded, they relayed the message to Padma to meet Harry as soon
as she was finished with her study group. A short time later, Harry stood as the witch he was
waiting for entered the library.

“Padma hi, thanks for meeting with me.”

“No problem Harry, what's on your mind?”

“Well I heard about Terry Boot having to cancel, I'm sorry about that.” The disappointment
on her face was clear after he had said that.

“Thanks Harry that's nice of you to say.” Padma started to turn away, thinking that was all
Harry had wanted to say. That all he wanted to do, was console her.

“Padma wait!” She turned back slightly confused. “Have you heard about me and the ball?” he
asked hopefully.

“You mean the `can't go, can go' thing?” She asked, holding in her laughter.

“Yeah, that thing,” Harry said with a nervous laugh. And then he saw it, the moment she realized
they both didn't have a date. Harry watched as the look in her eyes changed to hopeful. “So it
seems like you already know what I want to ask,” he said. “How would you feel about going with me?”
Then it occurred to him that he never did ask if she already had a second date. “That is if you
don't already have another date!” he quickly amended. “I just thought that we could solve both
of our problems by going together.” Now it was Harry who looked hopeful.

Padma smiled, “It's a great idea Harry,” then looking a little pensive, she added, “I
can't believe the way Dumbledore has treated you,” not realizing the remorse the headmaster now
felt. After a second, Padma looked back up with almost a giddy expression on her face. “I'll go
with you Harry, and I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time.”

At first Harry was relieved, but slowly he was starting to become concerned and it must have
shown on his face. “Harry, is something wrong?” He hadn't realized he'd let his feeling
show so blatantly. “Having second thoughts already?”

Harry jerked his head up and saw the look of worry and disappointment on Padma's face.

“Oh, no! It's nothing like that, really! It's just….” Harry sighed and turned to take a
step away, pausing to gather his thoughts. A moment later, he turned back. “Well the thing is,
before they said I couldn't go, I asked…well I asked someone else to go with me. I was really
looking forward to going with her.” Harry had started pacing a bit, but now stopped and faced Padma
again. “But then…well it all got messed up and now she's going with someone else.”

Padma had noticed a slight frown as he said this. “This bothers you, her going with someone
else?”

“No, well maybe… I don't know… it's just.”

“Harry do you fancy her?”

Harry froze for a second after hearing the blunt question, “What?” panic in his voice. “No,
it's not like that.” Again Harry could see the emotions play across her face as both of her
eyebrows hitched up in a mixture of confusion and amusement. “Look, the truth is I don't really
know how I feel, or what to make of the feelings I do have, they've been pretty confusing
lately.” Harry sighed, “I do know that she's very special, especially to me.” Padma wasn't
quite sure just who this girl was, but had an idea, plus she was sure that Harry liked her, even if
he didn't know it himself. Harry saw a small smile forming. “Please don't say anything,” he
said. “I only told you because I thought you should know before saying yes. I really do want to go
with you to the Yule Ball and all, but only as friends.” Harry looked down slightly embarrassed.
“Nothing romantic, no kissing or anything like that, I don't think it would be right.” After a
second of studying the ground he continued, “So if you'd rather have a real date with someone
else, someone who can give you more…I'd understand, no hard feelings and such.”

The smile on Padma's face had grown bigger by the second listening to Harry. The one thing
she valued most was honesty, and here was a teenage boy telling her how he didn't want to use
her. It would seem Parvati had been right about Potter.

“Harry, look at me,” She touched his arm to get him to look up. “Harry, I think that's
sweet, whoever she is, she's really lucky. Most guys wouldn't have said anything and just
taken advantage of the situation.” She stepped closer and continued, “And I don't mind, I have
a boyfriend, remember? I just want go and have a good time, dance a little, you know?”

He had been pretty sure that she, like most girls would have preferred something more than just
dancing. After all isn't that of the whole experience, excitement, glamour, romance. Harry was
actually a little surprised, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Her opinion of Harry Potter was now a fair bit higher; happy that he had been open and
truthful with her, and flattered that he had asked her to the ball.

“Thanks Padma.”

**oOoOo**

The following night, as could be predicted, several boys stood nervously near the bottom of the
girls' dormitory stairs. With the Yule Ball nearly ready to start, their dates were finally
starting to make their way down. Padma, even though she belonged to Ravenclaw House was given the
option to get ready here, in the Gryffindor tower so as to make it easier to connect with her date.
She was the second one out after Lavender; reaching the bottom she slowly walked towards Harry. She
was dressed in dress robes designed to resemble a traditional sari, her hair was pulled back into a
braid; while Harry wore simple black robes fashioned like a tuxedo.

“Padma, you look great,” Harry said as he stepped forward and offered his arm to her. With a big
smile and a hint of blush she took his arm and slipped hers through.

“Hello Harry, you look pretty great yourself.” Then turning to the boy next to him, “Hi Neville,
where's Luna?”

After turning a beautiful shade of red, Neville finally managed a response, “She, ah… that is,
I… I'm going to meet her there.” Neville just wasn't used to pretty girls talking to him;
maybe someone would sneak in some firewhiskey, he could sure use some to calm down.

All the couples had agreed earlier that they would wait for everyone to come down and then go
together as a group. As more of the students gathered, one could almost feel the excitement. The
room seemed to pulse with energy. Magic was in the air.

Hermione was the last to come out. All her life she had always thought of herself as plain
looking, especially so during times like this. She just didn't see herself as one of those
girls that had natural beauty; everything from her hair to her simple, almost curve less shape said
plain, ordinary, and common. The fact that she hardly tried to do anything about it didn't
help, she didn't even bother to wear makeup. *What's the point,* she thought, *like
it would help, and besides, who has the time?* But tonight the other girls were not about to let
that happen. Secretly she was glad for the help, tonight she wanted to look good; she wanted to
make an impression. Tonight she wanted to feel like a girl, it was her first dance, first date, and
maybe even her first kiss. That last thought saddened her a little. *Firsts should be with the
right person,* she thought*.* Standing at the top of the stairs wearing a beautiful
periwinkle-blue gown, Hermione looked down at all the other couples and then Viktor, who smiled up
at her.

Harry had been quietly talking with Neville when a hush filled the room. Looking up Harry saw
the reason: Hermione was at the top of the stairs and all eyes were on her. In an instant Harry was
sure blue had just become his favorite color. He could not help but stare; it was a sight that he
would never forget, nor would he ever be able to describe in words. He had always thought his best
friend was pretty, but tonight that word could never hope to come close to describing how exquisite
she looked. Perhaps he thought, even the most enchanting girl that he had ever seen.

Hermione snapped out of her daze and found the one person see was looking for, the one who would
unknowingly judge her. Harry was looking right at her and in that moment while their gaze was
locked, she knew. His eyes told her everything. It was worth it all: The hours getting ready, the
dress, the hair, the makeup. In that one brief moment he spoke volumes without saying a word, and
finally, she let herself feel pretty. Relaxing for the first time all day, she smiled, and it lit
the room. Slowly she started down the stairs and he smiled back, neither looking away.

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, Viktor took her arm and started towards the portal.

“Her-my-owe-nee you…” he began, but stopped as he noticed her take another quick glance at
Harry, who was still watching her. He stopped so that Hermione was standing in front of Harry.

Harry while staring into her eyes said almost in a whisper, “Hermione, you look… so
beautiful.”

Moved by the sheer honesty in his voice and the look of awe on his face, she couldn't help
but blush, and thru misty eyes she managed a choked reply, “Thank you… Harry.” She wanted to tell
him how good he looked as well, but didn't trust her voice so she left it at that.

Viktor nodded in agreement with a knowing smile and added, “Yes, Harry is right, you do look
vonderful, no?” Looking around to see everyone had agreed. “Vell, shall ve make our vay to the
ballroom?”

**oOoOo**

It was fairly easy to see that everyone was having a good time, except for maybe Ron. Neville
was dancing like there was no tomorrow, the twins had somehow managed to spike the punch, and even
Draco had let his guard down and could be seen smiling and laughing. Ron on the other hand just
could not settle down. He had totally refused to dance, which of course made for a very angry date
who was now considering going solo. As usual he had waited to the last minute and now here he was
with funny-looking robes, not a clue as to how to dance, and to top it off his date was a third
year witch that he didn't even know!

Harry and Padma had danced most of the night together, only taking a few breaks to catch their
breath. Both of them would later say what a good time they had. Harry had even danced with her
sister once and then later asked Ron's date to dance as well, which did not help Ron's mood
at all. The night wasn't perfect; Harry did step on a few toes and once forgot to pull her
chair out for her, but he was trying, and Padma appreciated the effort.

It was getting late, and the ball would soon be over. Padma could tell Harry was getting
restless; it was becoming more and more obvious: The quick glances and stolen looks. “Harry,
I've had a wonderful time, and you have been a perfect gentlemen, but now I think it's time
you asked Hermione to dance,” she said stepping back.

Padma had worn a genuine smile as a confused Harry asked, “How'd you know?”

“Harry it doesn't take a Ravenclaw to see the obvious, you two have been looking at each
other all night.”

Worried that he may have hurt her feelings, Harry started, “Oh! Oh I'm so sorry…”

“Harry it's alright, really, I had a wonderful time, now go… go.” With a warm smile, Padma
nodded once before she turned and walked away.

Harry shook his head and chuckled, then headed for the band. After a few words with the lead
singer, Harry waited till the current song was almost over, then slowly walked up to Viktor and
Hermione. With just a slight hint of nervousness in his voice, he softly asked, “May I please have
the next dance?”

Viktor after a quick look at Hermione to ensure that she was agreeable, (even though he was
quite sure that she was), gave Harry a short nod and then told Hermione that he would be waiting at
their table before he walked off to sit the next dance out.

Both had been anxious about the dance, but were having a good time nonetheless. Now as they
stood together, alone on the dance floor they settled down and quickly became themselves. No matter
how intense the situation, they always found a calm in each other.

.

Hermione gave Harry one of her stern looks, “I was wondering if you were ever going to ask me to
dance.” But the light blush and beautiful smile on her face gave her away.

Harry reached out and took hold of her hands, “I would not have missed this for all the gold in
Gringotts.” As the music started, Harry gently gathered her in his arms. Any shyness he may have
had slowly faded away as Hermione settled into his embrace.

She could not help but notice how much better they fit together than she and the much taller
Viktor had. The next thing she noticed was the song, it was one of her favorites; she had played it
once while they were practicing and casually mentioned how much she liked it.

“Harry, your dancing is even better than I remember.”

“Well, I've had a little practice tonight…” he said sheepishly as they gazed into each
other's eyes, “and it could also be because of my partner.” They continued to dance, happy to
just look at each other without saying another word.

Hermione loved the feel of Harry's arms around her while they swayed to the music. Maybe it
was all the years they had known each other, maybe it was just Harry, whatever the reason, she
found herself completely at ease for the first time tonight. Content, she leaned in and rested her
head on his shoulder and Harry gently tightened his hold on her. There was no comparison; this was
by far the very best dance, in fact, the very best part of the whole ball. It had been fun with
Viktor, but this was different, it was so much more real, and romantic; it was truly magical.
Unknown to her, Harry was thinking much the same thing. He didn't know skin could feel so soft,
or that hair could smell so good. Holding a girl in his arms while dancing to a slow song was still
very much a new sensation. Somehow the fact that it was Hermione made it all that much better.

It was all too soon that the song ended; they stopped dancing but didn't let go of each
other, enjoying the warmth of their closeness. As the music started up again with a new song,
Hermione reluctantly pulled back, and looked up into his eyes, where she saw a reflection of her
own feelings: Happiness, peace, and something else that she could not describe. She couldn't
help it as her eyes began to mist up.

Still holding her close, Harry softly smiled, “Hey you alright?”

“Never better Harry,” then equally as soft added, “Thank you.”

“Thank *you*, Hermione.”

“Well…” she said after a glance towards her table, “I best get back.”

Suddenly there was a heavy sadness in the air, and both could feel it. Certainly Harry was a
little sad that his only dance with Hermione was over, and looking at her, Harry believed she felt
the same way. There was something else bothering her. Harry looked over at Viktor briefly, was she
not having a good time with him. For now all he could do was speculate, maybe later she would tell
him what had troubled her. Turning so that he stood beside her, he then wrapped her arm in his and
slowly led her back to her table.

“I think that will be my last dance for tonight,” he said.

The comment seemed to change the mood and the air lightened. “Oh?” Hermione asked with mirth in
her voice. “Was I so bad, you've given up dancing?” she continued, causing Harry to laugh.

“Well…” His voice changed from teasing to quiet and serious as he turned Hermione to face him,
“Actually, that was my favorite dance of the night, and I'd kind of like to remember it,
so…”

Hermione gave Harry a bright smile, “Yeah… Perfect.”

Viktor stood as they approached and pulled a chair out for his date. “Welcome back
Her-my-owe-nee,” The Bulgarian was still having trouble with her name.

“Well Harry, thank you again… I'll see you in the common room?” She asked.

“Sure, the common room,” Harry gave her a quick smile, then turned slightly to Viktor and
nodded, “Viktor”.

**oOoOo**

After a brief search, Harry found Padma dancing with several other girls whose dates had already
left. As Harry walked up, they stopped and he called to her. Taking Padma's hand and while
bowing, he kissed the back of it. “Padma, thank you for such a fine evening,” standing and
gesturing to the others he added, “But I think it's time for me to turn in, so if you don't
mind I'll leave you with these lovely-looking witches.” Harry was now more glad than ever, that
he had taken dance and etiquette lessons with Professor McGonagall.

Padma was fortunate her complexion hid the color of her face so well, because she was blushing
so much she thought her face was on fire. A few seconds later she regained her composure and did a
slight curtsy, and with a proper looking smile said, “It was a privilege, Harry.”

He turned to the other witches and while smiling gave a slight nod and bid them goodnight.
“Ladies.”

After Harry had left, an astonished Padma turned back around to her very envious friends with
the biggest smile she'd had all night. Even though she would have rather of been with her
boyfriend Terry, she had to admit, being with Harry had been fun. When the giggles died down, one
of them said, “Merlin, you are *so* lucky, Padma.”

**oOoOo**

The whole night Ron just sat at his table, eventually becoming a little tipsy from too much
punch; he had been watching Neville dance with Luna. Neville had drunk a fair amount of punch
himself as well and although he was a pretty good on the dance floor, he had started to get really
crazy towards the end. Of course being with Luna, that made it that much more entertaining to
watch. Ron could only smile at the pair, he had always considered Luna kind of strange, but tonight
she seemed different, there was something more about her. Whatever it was he could not quite put
his finger on it. *Damn punch, can't think,* he mentally grumbled. Neville sure was having
a great time, unlike himself. Ron had convinced himself that if he so much as put one foot on the
dance floor, he would make a fool of himself, so here he sat, alone and miserable; his date had
left him long ago.

“If you're just going to sit here all night, I'll be off,” she had said to him, and that
was the last he saw of her.

As the last song of the ball came to an end, Luna spotted Ron sitting alone and looking down.
Dragging Neville with her, she made her way over to his table.

“Hello, Ronald.”

Ron looked up and muttered, “Hey Luna.”

“You know, I'm very disappointed in you.”

“And why is that?” Ron asked, somehow managing not to slur his words too much.

“Well, while I came with Neville, and we are having fun, I still had hoped you might have asked
me to dance… at least once.” The whole time she spoke, she never took her eyes off of him; she had
that typical dreamy look on her face that was so very Luna. Then, for a moment Ron saw something
else. It was like she knew something only she could understand. Was he supposed to work it out? He
wasn't sure, between the late hour and the punch, he was unable to focus. *Whatever,* he
thought.

About then Neville joined in and broke his thoughts. “Yeah Ron, I think she would have really
liked that.” Luna had told him, that when she was younger, she used to fancy Ron, but not anymore,
not for a while now. She had said it was because he had changed, he was becoming someone else.
Neville went on, “She even danced with Harry once. Besides mate, being out there,” he said as he
pointed behind himself with his thumb, “has got to be more fun than sitting here alone, you
know?”

Raising his eyebrows, Ron had to admit Neville had a point, and even in his sorry state of mind,
he was beginning to regret wasting the night away. *I should have asked Luna to dance,* he
thought regretfully.

**oOoOo**

Harry not quite ready to turn in yet, stood off to the side of the hall thinking. It had turned
out to be a pretty great night, Harry had decided. As usual Hermione knew best. S*he always
does*, Harry thought, smiling at how his best friend was there for him yet again. Then with the
thought of her, he seemed pulled out towards the patio. There standing in the moonlight alone by
the railing was Hermione.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Harry asked softly as he came up behind her.

She had wanted to be alone, but recognizing the voice she would know anywhere, in an instant she
was glad she wasn't, “Yes, very.” She slowly turned around, grateful that the night would hide
her red eyes. When Harry moved to stand next to her, she turned back and they stood side by side,
looking up at the wondrous night sky. She shifted her weight and leaned into Harry who put his arm
gently around her waist. A moment later she looked down and sighed, then laid her head on his
shoulder. She was definitely glad she was not alone now.

Harry had known Hermione for more than three years now, and while he could not read her as well
as she could him, he could tell that she was bothered. Moving his arm up he gave her shoulder a
little squeeze then turned his head to look at her, “Hermione, what's wrong?” He asked barely
above a whisper.

She turned to look at him for a moment before she answered, and saw his concern. This was just
so like him, but she felt her problems were so insignificant compared to his. “Oh it's nothing
really Harry.”

The silence only lasted a second before Harry replied, “You know, you're not very good at
hiding your feelings… did Viktor do something?” The last bit coming out a little stronger than the
first. “Hermione, you can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Viktor…he…well he didn't do anything,” Hermione said as she moved away to lean on the
railing again. “That's the problem,” she whispered so softly Harry almost missed it.

Harry followed her to the railing and stood next to her but keep his hands at his side. He knew
she would continue when she was ready, and it only took a moment.

“Viktor left about a half hour ago, said he had a good time, thanked me for going with him. He
gave me a little kiss on the cheek and left.” She had started out talking softly, but as she went
on her voice rose in volume and took on an edge of bitterness. “I just wanted tonight to be
special, you know? It was my first ball, my first date…maybe even my first…” she stopped when she
realized what she was about to say. “After McGonagall announced the Yule Ball, thing were going
great, but then Dumbledore ruined my first date before it even started. Ron yelling I'm a
traitor for going with Viktor wasn't exactly something I would have planned for my first ball
either.”

Harry didn't know what was up with Ron tonight, but he was sure going to have words with him
later. But for now his only concern was Hermione, he knew there was more.

“Hermione…” Harry said softly while touching her arm.

Hermione looked away and Harry could practically feel her ache, she was hurting so much. What
had happened? Had someone said something to hurt her? They better stay clear of him if they had.
Harry moved a little closer; she felt him by her side again but pretended she didn't. He was so
patient, finally her shoulders slumped and she glanced up at him, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Harry loved her eyes; it was one of his favorite things about her. They always told him how she was
feeling, but tonight he hated what he saw: So much pain.

“Harry, I'm not completely clueless, I know what people say about me when I'm not
around. And I do have a mirror in my dorm.” She could see that he wasn't following, he
didn't understand. “I know I'm not much to look at, I'm plain and…. But tonight I
really tried. Harry, I'm fourteen, and I've never…” her voice hitched momentarily. “He
kissed me on the cheek Harry. Am I really that hideous?”

Harry was furious; how could Viktor have not seen how special and beautiful Hermione was? And
judging by the looks she got by pretty much the whole school tonight, it was not just his opinion
either. Without another thought Harry pulled her into his arms and held her tight. Hermione had
latched on to the front of his robes and buried her head into his chest, silently sobbing. Harry
kept one hand around her waist to hold her and brought the other up to cradle her head.

“Hermione you are the most brilliant witch I know, but I'm afraid as far as tonight is
concerned, you must be blind, because you were far from being plain, I'm quite certain about
that.” Harry knew that he had her attention as she tried to reason out his meaning. “You were
without a doubt the prettiest girl at the ball, didn't you notice how everyone was looking at
you?”

Still holding on, Hermione lifted her head and looked at Harry, “What do you mean?” Now she was
the one who didn't understand.

“Hermione when I first saw you at the top of the stairs tonight, you…you took my breath away.”
He knew it was a cliché line, but it was also quite literally true.

She had forgotten that look; slowly her eyes turned back up and locked onto his. Her heart
started beating faster while her stomach began doing flips and slowly her expression changed from
hurt and confused to hopeful as light returned to her eyes. “Harry do you really mean that?” But
she didn't have to ask, she could see the truth for herself just by the way he was looking at
her. His face always told her so much, sometime more than his words.

Harry tried to answer, but he was unable to; the words were there but they wouldn't come
out. Perhaps it was because she was so close, or maybe it was the little peek of her tongue as she
wet her lips. He opened his mouth to try again, but it was no use.

Hermione was standing right in front of him, watching as he struggled. When he opened and closed
his mouth, she could not help but stare at his lips.

Before he could think -- before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to
hers. She gasped in surprise, but she didn't pull away, and slowly she closed her eyes. She
felt wonderful in his arms with her lips against his, warm and soft and so gentle. She was
perfect.

When his Gryffindor courage started to fade, Harry began to pull back. To his complete and
pleasant surprise Hermione stayed with him, keeping her lips locked onto his. She had let go of his
robes and moved her hands up around his neck and was now gently holding him there.

This seemed to bring out the Godric in him, so with only a slight uncertainty Harry parted his
lips against hers and touched his tongue to her lips. She whimpered in surprise, but her mouth
opened and her tongue found his. She tasted of strawberries and tears.

All too soon it seemed, they broke apart, both breathing heavily, eyes once again locked on one
another. Harry's hands slipped down to her waist, while Hermione's stayed on his shoulders,
her fingers played with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

They stayed like that standing still, and time seemed to stop for them; the world around them
ceased to exist. Hermione was looking deep into his eyes. They were bright and clear, full of
kindness, honesty…the essence of Harry. Hers shone back with a new-found understanding; he was
there for her, he would always be there. They were drunk on each other, still high on the taste of
their first kiss.

Neither said a word, there was no need. One always knew when the other needed something, and one
always seemed to find a way to give it. Hermione saw the tentative look on his face and flashed him
a brilliant smile which erased his uncertainty. There would be plenty of time later to talk, but
for now an unspoken agreement was made to not spoil the moment.

It was fairly quiet now that the Yule Ball was long over. Most of the students had returned to
their respective common rooms. Knowing that they should do the same, Harry and Hermione together
turned and like a well practiced waltz began to slowly walk hand in hand back to their tower.

Hermione may not have had the most perfect “first ball”, and the night may not have gone exactly
the way she would have liked, but there was no denying that it had ended absolutely brilliantly,
thanks to a special boy with raven hair and green eyes.

Having returned to the common room, they let go of each other's hand. Hermione was the first
who broke the silence. “Thank you, Harry,” she said softly while chewing slightly on her lower lip,
a look that was so completely Hermione.

Harry just nodded as his smile grew and just as softly said, “You're welcome.” She turned,
took a step, and then paused before heading up to the girl's dorm. Then it seemed the decision
was made, and she turned back and gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek. With a shy smile, she
turned again and hurried up the stairs.

“Good night, Hermione,” he whispered as he watched her go. Then headed up to his own room and
into his own bed. Thinking about strawberries, he drifted off to sleep.

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**AN:** I know I mixed the book with the movie (periwinkle-blue gown, and coming down the
stairs), it's the way I like it, (a good reason to write your own story).

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**AN:** Thank you, to all of you who have taken the time to leave a review.

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12. Christmas
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**Year 4 Chapter 1****2**

**Christmas**

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**AN:** I inadvertently left out a key fact that make things a little different than canon:
The Ball (in my story) was on December twenty third, which was a Friday. A perfect day for a dance,
and the next day was of course Saturday, a good day to travel on. So I don't see any reason to
make everyone miss out on Christmas with their family, just so they could stay for the Ball. When I
get time, I'll fix that and remove this note.

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Hermione woke from one of the most pleasant dreams she'd had in a long time, maybe even the
best. She had been dancing in the arms of her best friend... again, and then he leaned down and...
oh... Merlin, Harry kissed me. The dreamy look on her face quickly changed to shock, then
confusion, but as Hermione remembered the kiss, it slowly changed back to dreamy. It had been her
first kiss, and even though she didn't have any experience, and nothing to compare it to, she
was quite certain it was a great kiss. She had heard other girls talk about their first kiss, and
she had read a little about it too of course. This kiss was nothing like those. There had been no
bumping of noses or chipped teeth, no chapped lips or bad breath. It wasn't sloppy, crude, or
clumsy, and it certainly wasn't boring. *`How did Harry learn to kiss like that?'*
Hermione wondered. As far as she knew, Harry had never had a girlfriend before. *`I guess
he's just a natural,'* she smiled at the thought.

"Well... I can't lie here all day, or I'll miss the train," Hermione said
softly to herself. As she got out of bed and gathered her things for the shower, Hermione
couldn't help but think, that for the first time, she might actually have preferred to stay at
Hogwarts for Christmas.

Showered and packed Hermione was ready to head down to the common room and then on to breakfast.
Just as she reached for the door, a jarring thought occurred to her. What about Harry? She had been
so caught up remembering the kiss, and how great it was, she forgot it took two people to
accomplish that feat. Suddenly, Hermione was terribly nervous. Did Harry have those *kinds* of
feelings for her, or was he just being... Harry. Had he only kissed her, to make her feel better
knowing how upset she had been at not getting kissed goodnight by Viktor? *`**How is he
going to react when he sees me?**'* She wondered, did he regret it? It was really the
last question that Hermione feared the most. The thought of a deeper relationship with Harry
wasn't at all unpleasant. It was the thought of ruining her friendship with him that scare her.
Unfortunately, she knew they wouldn't have time to talk about it today; she was leaving right
after breakfast to go home. Perhaps it was best that she would be away for a while, it would give
them both some time to think. Hermione only hoped that in the meantime, things wouldn't become
awkward between them.

Gathering her Gryffindor courage, Hermione pulled the door open and started down the stairs.
Halfway down, she spotted Harry sitting on the couch, her courage failed, and she hesitated. A
moment later, almost as if he had sensed her arrival, Harry looked up. Any thoughts of awkwardness,
or fear, were washed away when he gave her a brilliant smile.

Hermione continued down at a slightly faster pace than before. With a spring in her step,
Hermione ventured, "Good morning Harry."

Still smiling, Harry stood and stared into her eyes for a couple of seconds before answering,
"Morning Hermione." And in that short moment, she knew. They had reached an
understanding; nothing was going to come between them. Their friendship was safe, and they would
eventually work through what happened last night together, just like every thing else.

Harry had known from the moment he woke, that Hermione would need to analyze the events from
last night, and that would take time. He also knew she'd eventually want to talk about it.
Obviously, none of that would happen today, and it was a good thing, because Harry didn't have
a clue as to what it all meant either. He hadn't planned it out, he had just acted on instinct.
He had kissed her last night, because on some deeper level... he just knew she needed something
like that. Only a split second before, Harry had remembered the kiss on the cheek she had given him
at the end of third year. As far as kisses go, it really hadn't been that big a deal, but at
the time, to Harry... it was huge. Funny, Harry thought, how something so simple, can mean so much.
It was true for him back then, and he was fairly certain it had been true for her last night.

Harry had been as astonished by his actions, probably as much as she had been surprised by them.
He was also probably as confused as she was about it. One thing for sure, he had no regrets, and it
was most definitely a pleasant experience. Earlier, this morning while Harry had been getting
ready, he kept going over the feelings he had felt last night. Seeing her so vulnerable, and
looking so rejected. It had bothered him in no small way. Harry remembered feeling anger towards
Viktor for treating her so poorly. Yet now, looking back he was kind of glad Viktor hadn't
kissed her. She had been his first kiss as well. Knowing that it was something that could only
happen once, and it had happened to them… It made him happier than he could explain. It was
something they had shared together. Something he was sure he would never forget. And as far as
Harry was concerned, he couldn't think of anyone else he would have rather have shared that
with. Harry knew they would talk about what it all meant sometime soon, but not today.

Harry reached his hand out to her, "Ready for breakfast then?"

Hermione took his hand, "Famished," and together they left for the Great Hall. She was
happy and grateful that for now at least, things would continue as before. Their friendship and
whatever it would become, would be fine until she came back from holiday.

**oOoOo**

"Oy Harry, looks like it's going to be pretty much just Weasleys and a Potter in the
Castle for the next couple weeks, eh?" Fred said, as he sat down across from him and
Hermione.

"Yeah, looks that way. How is your mum by the way?"

"She's upset of course, not about the flu, but about us all not being together for
Christmas," answered George, as he joined them.

"Poor thing," Hermione said, "the wizards flu is bad enough, but to have it over
the holidays." Then turning a sharp eye on the twins, she added, "You lot had better send
her something nice."

Fred involuntarily flinched back a bit. He had always liked how feisty Hermione could be, but
had no doubt she could make him and his brothers regret not taking her seriously. Turning to
George, he said, “Well brother, looks like we had better get on that.” Hermione smirked, message
received.

"Before I forget," Harry said, as he reached into his robes and pulled out a small
parcel, "this is for you." As he handed it to Hermione he added, "When you get home
tonight, open it up. There are two presents; one for you, and one for your mum and dad."

Hermione took the present with a wide grin and said, "Thank you Harry, that's sweet of
you to remember them." Then she too reached into her robes for a present, "This is for
you Harry, but you can't open it until tomorrow... okay?" Then turning to Ron and the
twins, "Sorry guys, I didn't know you'd still be here. I sent all of yours to the
Burrow."

"That's all right, we don't have anything for you here either," Fred said,
"it's at home, never got around to picking it up, mum being sick and all."

Hermione smiled and nodded in understanding. "Well, I'd better get going before I miss
the train. I'm sorry you guys are staying here, if I had my way, I'd bring you all home
with me." Pivoting on the bench so she could stand, she paused and looked at Harry, “Don't
forget to work on your egg.” Then standing up, she continued, "I'll miss you guys... and
do try to stay out of trouble." She gave Harry a long look and then opened her mouth to say
something, then seemingly thought better of it and settled for a big smile before turning to
leave.

**oOoOo**

There were only a handful of students staying over, but the house-elves still went all out for
Christmas Eve dinner, and then put on repeat performance for breakfast the following day. Harry had
woken early out of habit, and so was the first one down in the common room Christmas morning. Of
the Gryffindors that stayed, it was only him, the four youngest Weasley's, another sixth-year
student, a single first-year.

Harry walked over and brought the fire back to life, before settling down on the couch, content
to just relax until the others were up. After sitting down, he noticed a mug of hot chocolate
sitting on the side table next to a plate of Christmas biscuits. Harry smiled, and reached over to
take a sip from the steaming mug. *`The little guys are really working hard to make*
*our* *stay as pleasant as possible,'* Harry thought, and then decided now was a good
time to give out his second present. "Dobby," he called.

A soft pop announced the arrival of Harry's smallest friend. "You called Dobby, Harry
Potter sir," he asked while bouncing slightly with excitement.

After meeting the excitable little elf during second year, Harry had learned a bit about him.
Having shared a similarly poor passed family life, he couldn't help but feel a unique kind of
kinship towards him.

"Merry Christmas Dobby," Harry said with a gentle smile, while handing him a small
brightly wrapped present.

Dobby slowly took the gift with trembling hands, and then a moment later looked up at Harry in
awe, as tears began to slide down his face.

Knowing how emotional Dobby could be, Harry wasn't all that surprised by his reaction.
"It's not much of a present Dobby, but I wanted to get you something. Go ahead... open
it."

Dobby opened the present with the greatest of care, savoring the moment. Finally open, he held
up two very brightly colored socks, that of course didn't match. Dobby stared at the socks with
a look of wonder, as if they were the crown jewels, "They're beautiful. Dobby loves
them." Holding them to his chest, he moved a little closer to Harry and looked him straight in
the eye, "No one has ever given Dobby presents. You are being a great wizard Mister Harry
Potter. Dobby thinks you are most special."

When Dobby started crying again, Harry asked, "What's wrong?"

"Dobby should have thought to make present for you," he whispered, while looking
down.

"Dobby, look at me," and when the tiny elf finally looked up, Harry smiled, "you
have. You do things for me all the time," Harry gestured to the hot chocolate and biscuits.
"And you've already given me the greatest gift of all... your friendship."

Dobby managed to calm down a little. He was actually starting to believe that Harry truly
considered him a real friend. He also promised himself, that next year he would make Harry a very
special gift.

"Now one more thing Dobby, would you please tell all the other elves, thank you, and Merry
Christmas for me?"

Dobby smiled, "Dobby will tell Sir." He turned to move away, then paused and turned
back, "Merry Christmas Harry Potter," and a second later, he was gone.

Being one of only two girls in the tower, it was rather lonely in her dorm room, so as soon as
Ginny woke she headed down to the common room to see if anyone else was up yet. At the top of the
stairs, she heard Harry call for Dobby. Ginny couldn't help but smile as she watched the scene
play out, quickly putting her in the Christmas spirit. As soon as Dobby had left, she continued
down. "That was awfully sweet of you Harry."

Harry looked up, "Hey, Merry Christmas Ginny."

"Merry Christmas Harry, you're up early."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I'm always up early. Besides, I'm anxious to hand
out presents."

Ginny's eyes grew wide, "You have presents to hand out?"

"Well, they're not much, but..."

"I'll be right back!” Ginny had been hoping to spend a little time alone with Harry,
but it seemed the little girl in her won out when it came to Christmas and presents.

Harry watched amused as she turned and raced back up the stairs, but this time towards the
boy's dorms. Sure enough, a moment later Harry had to laugh as Ginny did her best impression of
her mother, to rouse the boys.

Ron was the first to come down, still yawning but waking quickly as he took in the room. In the
corner stood a nice sized tree complete with decorations and a few of Harry's presents. The
roaring fire added a warm and friendly feel to the room as well. The twins came down next, dragging
along their dorm mate with them. They were closely followed by Ginny, who was pulling a very shy
and reluctant first-year with her. As she neared the bottom of the stairs, Harry overheard Ginny
say softly, "No one should be alone on Christmas." Harry thought he couldn't agree
more.

With Molly being sick, there were no presents under the tree from her this year, only a short
letter of apology and a promise to make it up later, when she was back on her feet. Harry waved it
off saying she had more than made up for it over the years.

As soon as everyone was settled around the fire, Harry started to pass out his presents, "I
know it's not much, but with the tournament and all... well here." Harry handed a small
package to each of the Weasleys, and then a second one to Ginny. "For your birthday,
remember," he answered her unasked question. He had bought them all a large box of chocolates
from Honeydukes, plus one extra for itself, and now he was glad he did. Harry caught the eye of the
other sixth-year boy and subtly held up the extra gift. Then while he was looking, Harry nodded
slightly towards the little first-year girl who was sitting alone a bit off from the others. The
boy caught on immediately, understanding Harry only had one box left, and with a smile he also
nodded to the girl.

Harry got up, went over, and sat down right next to her. "Hi, I'm Harry, I don't
think I know your name," Harry asked the startled girl.

"Hi...I…I'm Natalie, Natalie MacDonald," she said, barely above a whisper, while
looking at her lap.

Harry didn't know if she was just really shy, or if it was because she was intimidated by
him. He hoped she was just shy. "You know I just so happen to have one present left, and
I'd like you to have it," Harry said, handing her the last of his gifts.

The little girl looked up with a shocked look on her face, "You're giving me, a
Christmas present?" She asked, while carefully taking the present and setting it in her lap.
"You don't even know me."

"Sure I do, you're Natalie," Harry said with a big smile, "besides, you
don't have to know someone to give them a gift."

Natalie looked down at the gift, then back up at Harry. In her short stay at Hogwarts, she had
heard many things about this boy, but she never expected him to be anything like this in real life,
especially to someone like her. "Thank you Mr. Potter."

Harry laughed, "Natalie, please just call me Harry. We both know I'm not that
old."

"No... but you're Harry..."

Harry held up a hand to stop her and gently said, "Just Harry... please." Hoping to
keep her from thinking he was somehow different, and better than everyone else, he added, “I'm
just like everyone else, nothing special.”

Natalie certainly didn't agree, but wasn't about to argue. So after a second she nodded
and smiled, "Okay... Harry."

Hoping to change the subject Harry asked, "So, how'd you get stuck here? If it's
not too personal."

Her smile fell, as she answered, "I don't think you'd understand."

"Maybe not, but why don't you try me," Harry encouraged.

"Well... my parents are Muggles, and well... they don't really understand me... or
magic. I don't think they like it. They'd rather I stay here."

Harry felt a pang, and a sudden need to comfort her. "Actually, I think I know exactly how
you feel." At her skeptical look, Harry went on, "You may not know this, but I was raised
by my aunt and uncle who are also both Muggles. They not only don't like magic, they hate it...
and me."

Natalie nodded, and even though see was staring right at him, her eyes looked so empty.
"Sometimes I wish I was never born," she whispered.

Her voice was so sad it broke his heart. How many times had he thought the very same thing when
he was younger.

"Is that why we keep our magic a secret, so people won't hate us?" She asked.

"No… no I don't think so. I think it has more to do with fear. People tend to fear what
they don't understand." Harry didn't want her to get the wrong impression about
Muggles and Magic. "You know, not all Muggles are like that. My best friend Hermione, her
parents are both Muggles and they don't have a problem with magic."

"They still like her?"

"Yeah they do, very much so. Tell you what, when she gets back, I'll introduce you to
her, then maybe the two of you could talk about it."

"You think she would?" Natalie asked, a glimpse of a smile starting to return.

"I know she would, Hermione always helps her friends, we take care of each other."

"But I'm not one of your friends."

"You are now," Harry said smiling, then gesturing to the others, "come on,
I'll introduce you."

As he was making the rounds introducing Natalie, Ginny jumped up, "Thank you Harry, these
are wonderful, I always wanted a pair." While showing her new Quidditch gloves to Natalie she
added laughing, "You can get me a late birthday present any time."

**oOoOo**

After participating in the largest snowball fight of his life, involving all the students who
had stayed over and even a couple of the braver professors, Harry headed up to the Gryffindor
tower. He was wet and cold, and badly in need of a warm shower. A week had passed since Christmas,
and although he had plenty of free time, the professors didn't. They were all very busy grading
work and preparing for the coming term. He had finally managed to make an appointment with his Head
of House, and he didn't want to show up looking like a snowman.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, please have a seat," McGonagall said with a smile, from behind a tall
stack of papers. "So tell me, what can I do for you?"

Harry glanced at the work on her desk, he really didn't want to be a bother, but he felt
this was important enough to ask. "Well ma'am, it's about my course selection. I'm
trying to take my work more seriously, and I have been working harder."

"Something that hasn't gone unnoticed either Mr. Potter. I think you'll like your
midterm grades."

"Thank you ma'am. Along that same line of thought, I have been thinking quite seriously
about divination. I do not feel like I'm learning anything. I guess my inner eye is
blind," Harry said smiling, while McGonagall chuckled. "I'd like to know if I can
drop that class, and pick up runes. I know I should have asked a lot sooner, but... well I just
made the decision myself. Being midyear, I was also hoping I could just do self-study until next
year. After talking with Hermione, I find the subject fascinating, and with her help, I'm sure
I can be up to speed by next September, so as to join her, in her fifth-year class."

McGonagall sat back eyebrows raised, and blew out a breath, "That's a lot of work Mr.
Potter, all of third and fourth year in one term?"

"And, all of summer ma'am," he added hopefully.

"And you've asked Miss Granger if she's willing to spend that much time working
with you?"

"Not yet ma'am, but I'm sure she will. She likes teaching almost as much as
learning I think."

McGonagall seemed to study him as she sat staring at him not saying a word. She had to admit,
his schoolwork so far this year was excellent. Harry had gone from being an average student, to one
well above average, in some cases even excellent. If he kept it up, he would eventually graduate in
the top ten percent of his class.

"You have never shown this much interest before, why the sudden change Mr.
Potter?"

Harry sighed, "People always say, `Your parents would be proud Harry,' but I'm not
so sure. At the end of last year, I realized there was so much I didn't know. I still know
practically nothing about my family, the government, or magical traditions and customs. I wasted so
much time my first three years." Harry sat up and looked directly into McGonagall's eyes,
"This tournament is a good example, without Hermione's help, I'd probably be dead by
now. And the reason she's able to help is because she has always worked so hard. I guess...
maybe I want to be a little more like her."

There was no doubt Harry was serious about this, she could see the determination in his eyes.
"I'm sure you're right about Miss Granger's willingness to help, but if not, let
me know so other arrangements can be made. I will check with Professor Bathsheba, and the
Headmaster, but I don't think they will object. You'll probably have to take a few tests,
one now, and one a little later, to evaluate your progress. Is that acceptable to you Mr.
Potter?"

It was an ecstatic Harry, who practically jumped up to thank his Head of House, "That's
fine Professor, anything, and Professor... thank you."

**oOoOo**

Right after Christmas, Harry started back into his regular routine of working out. He also spent
a fair deal of time working on his homework, and managed to get it all done by the time he had
talked to McGonagall. After that, he slowed down just a little, so he could relax a bit and enjoy
what was left of Christmas break, but he still spent a couple of hours a day reading. He was trying
to get as far ahead in ancient runes as he could, before school started back up. Harry was only
partly through the third-year text, and already he had a list of questions for Hermione. Harry also
finally managed to find time to take a bath with his egg. He made a mental note to thank Cedric for
telling him about the prefect's bath, and his suggestion about the egg.

The train was due in at Hogsmeade in a few minutes and Harry was anxious to see his friends
again, especially one witch in particular. Harry had decided to walk down to the main gates and
wait for everyone there.

After the carriages came to a stop, Hermione and the others stepped out. She, along with Neville
and Luna, and the rest of the students started for the castle. Hermione was pleasantly surprised to
see Harry standing by the gates, even though he was knee-deep in snow. He would occasionally smile
and say hi to someone as they passed by. As she grew closer, he caught sight of her. With a large
smile on his face, he started moving towards her. Hermione was smiling too without even being aware
of it. When she noticed he was wearing her Christmas present; a wand holster, it grew even
bigger.

Unable to resist any longer, Hermione ran the last few feet and grabbed Harry in a tight
embrace. "Harry, oh it's so good to see you, I can't believe how much I missed you
these last two weeks. How have you been? I hope it wasn't too unbearable," Hermione said
in a rush.

Harry laughed while he enjoyed the hug, then gave her a quick squeeze before letting her go so
he could escort her inside away from the cold. "It's great to see you too Hermione. And,
I've been fine, but I do have loads to tell you." After seeing her concerned look, he
added, "Except for being on the losing side of the *great snowball fight*, it's all
good Hermione, no need to worry."

Later, at the welcome back feast after everyone had settled down and were catching up on the
events of the holidays, Dumbledore made the only announcement of the night. The next Hogsmeade
visit would be on the last Saturday of the month. As the chatter died down Hermione got Harry's
attention, "Harry first of all, thank you for the wonderful presents, mum and dad really loved
the photo, you may have started a tradition. As for mine- how'd you know I always wanted to try
`copy parchment'?"

Harry smiled, "I didn't, but I thought it would come in dead useful, considering how
many times I've seen you copy a spell or whatnot from a book."

"Oh, I'm sure it will, but I hope you didn't spend too much. I know it's
expensive, plus the new quills and ink, it's..."

"Hermione stop," Harry pleaded, "it wasn't too expensive, and anyway,
you're worth it,” Harry continued softly, with a sincere smile.

Hermione nodded with a small smile while looking down, trying to stop the blush rising from his
words. "When did the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students come back?" She asked, trying to
change the subject.

"Oh, only a little while ago, umh, maybe an hour or two after lunch."

They were on their way back to the common room when Hermione finally asked, "Harry... are
you ever going to tell me?"

Harry slowed down and turned to her, "Hun?”

"You said you had `loads to tell me.'”

"Merlin, I can't believe I forgot, guess I was a little excited about having everyone
back."

"Well!"

"Right...ah, well I dropped divination," at Hermione's raised eyebrow Harry
smirked, "and I... added...Runes."

Hermione grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a stop, "Harry, how is that possible,
you're a year and a half behind?"

"McGonagall is allowing me to study on my own for the rest of the year and on into summer.
I need to be up to speed by September first, and then I'll join you in your class," Harry
said quickly.

"Harry that's wonderful, but that's an awful lot to learn, and it's not an easy
subject... what aren't you telling me?” Hermione asked with one hand on her hip.

"Well, McGonagall thought so too, sooo… I kind of said, that I thought you would
help." Then quickly holding up his hands to prevent her from interrupting, he went on. "I
know I should have asked you first, but it just kind of came to me during break. I'll work
really hard Hermione, I promise. I'll read everything you tell me to, twice. I'll try and
figure it out on my own, and only come to you when I'm totally lost." Harry paused to
catch his breath, "What do you say? Think you can help me without hurting your own
studies?"

Hermione gave Harry an appraising look. She liked this new Harry. He was taking his
responsibilities much more seriously, and even with his involvement in the tournament, so far this
year, he still found time to study harder for his classes. Personally, she thought it was a great
idea, even though it would mean even more work for him. Watching Harry as he waited for an answer
she could see how determined he was, and while it would mean a little extra work for her too,
Hermione was certain she could handle it.

With matching determination and a stern voice Hermione asked, "You'll read everything I
tell you to?"

"Yes."

“You'll try to figure out the homework on your own before coming to me?"

"Absolutely."

"You'll work hard even..."

"Yes... Hermione..."

"Well," she teased slowly, then laughed at the look he put on his face. "Oh
Harry, stop with the puppy-dog eyes, of course I'll help."

Harry laughed too, "You had me worried there for a sec. Oh, you be happy to hear, I also
figured out the clue, or I should say, the egg."

"Really? That's wonderful, what is it? How'd you do it?"

"Remember how Cedric told me I should take a bath with it? Well, I wasn't sure if he
was having me on, even though I didn't think so. I really didn't know what I was supposed
to do with it. Then, I saw Viktor swimming in the lake, and I thought, why on earth would he do
that, especially considering how cold it was? Then, it hit me. Water, Viktor was jumping in the
water. Cedric was telling me to take a bath... water. All three of us are champions." Harry
smiled, "By the way, watch out for moaning Myrtle, she's a pervert. Harry smiled at the
look on Hermione's face after his last remark. Anyway, once in the bath, Myrtle told me to
listen to it under water. I had to listen to it several times to get it all, anyway, here is what
it said;

.

.

*Come seek us where our voices sound,*

*We* *cannot sing above the ground,*

*And* *while you're searching, ponder this:*

*We've taken what you'**ll* *sorely miss,*

*An hour-long you'll have to look,*

*Then make a choice about what we took,*

*But pass an hour-the prospects black,*

*Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.*

.

.

After Hermione finished writing, she stood still for a moment in deep thought. Harry knew
there'd be a long discussion about this in the near future. Finally, when she looked back up,
Harry whispered, “And I had that dream again.”

Hermione's eye's widened. She didn't like the fact that Harry had dreamt the same
dream again about Voldemort, “Did you tell Dumbledore?”

“Yeah. He said it was probably nothing, just anxiety over the tournament.”

Hermione didn't think so, but she also didn't want to worry Harry. “Well he's
probably right. If it happens again, tell me, and we will see if there is anyone else we can talk
to.” She thought about suggesting Sirius, but he had been almost impossible to get in touch with
lately, considering his situation, it wasn't all that surprising.

As they resume their walk towards the common room, Harry went on to tell her about everything
else that had happened over Christmas break, including his heartbreaking talk with a little
first-year. Hermione quickly agreed to meet her.

**oOoOo**

Sitting alone at the Ravenclaw table, eating her lunch, Luna watched as Ron approached. Judging
by the slightly nervous look on his face, she had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. Growing up
near the Burrow, Luna had known Ron, for as long as she could remember. She had always liked Ron,
and in recent years, she had even begun to fancy him. Often last year, and most of last summer; she
had daydreamed of being his girlfriend. Call it girl's intuitions, or a witch's vision; it
didn't matter which; this year, Ron was different. Ever since she had met up with him and the
rest of the Weasleys at the end of summer, she could tell… something in Ron had changed. And, ever
since Harry's name came out of the goblet, and their friendship went down hill, Ron's
changes took a turn for the worst. Maybe it was his new friends, or maybe it was just Ron. Luna
wasn't even sure if Ron knew himself. Whatever the reason, Luna didn't think she cared for
what Ron was slowly becoming. Luna's daydreams were now long forgotten.

"Hi Luna, mind if I sit with you for a moment?" Ron asked with a smile, confident that
she would relish the company.

Luna put down her fork and gestured to the bench across from her, "No, I don't mind
Ronald."

Ron sat down quickly, and after a quick glance around, asked, "So... how have you
been?"

Luna leaned forward and pinned Ron with her gaze. "I've been fine Ronald," then
after a second she tilted her head slightly and continued, "I think a better question is, how
have, *you* been?"

"Hun… oh, I'm fine," Ron answered nonchalantly. "Listen, I was wondering if
you would like to go out with me sometime? I think we could have a lot of fun together, and maybe
you could even be my girlfriend."

As Luna sat there staring back at Ron, she thought, *`How ironic, a few months ago I would
have been ecstatic, now it just makes me sad.'* She knew all about the reputation of the
boys that Ron had started to hang around with. They were only interested in chasing girls. Only
interested, in seeing how far they could go with them. Then when they were done using them, or they
got bored, they'd dump them and move on. Luna didn't really think Ron was like that at
heart, but as long as he stayed friends with Dean, and Michael, he would feel the need to act like
them. No matter how strong a person's identity was, peer pressure could change it. As long as
Ron was acting like that, Luna wanted nothing to do with him. She would wait and see if time
changed him back. There was also Neville to think about. Although she had only known him for a few
mouths, she had a good feeling about him, and found herself, thinking about him more and more. He
was a quite gentlemen, and always treated her with kindness and respect. Either way, she would wait
for the right person. All Luna wanted, was a real relationship.

"I'm sorry Ronald, but I don't think I'm the right girl for you."

"What, why not?" Ron asked defensively.

Luna gave him a sad smile. "I'm not what you're looking for Ronald. I can't
give you what you want." Then after a moment of awkward silence she patted his hand, "I
have to go. Goodbye Ronald."

Ron just sat there confused, and watched her go. *`How the bloody hell does she know what I
want?'* He thought, *`ruddy* *gi**rls, nutters, all of them.'* Ron looked
around and sighed, "I'll just have to find someone else."

Two days later, Ron had a similar conversation with a different witch, and as far as he was
concerned, better luck. Lavender Brown was Ron's new girlfriend.

**oOoOo**

The next Hogsmeade visit was coming up soon, and Ginny thought this would be a good opportunity
to finally get closer to Harry. Her plan was simple, first, she would set up Hermione was some
other boy, that would help stop any romantic thoughts Harry might be starting to have for her. Then
she'd get Harry to ask her out, or if necessary, she would ask him. This time, she wasn't
going to wait, like she did for the Yule Ball.

It took a while, but Ginny finally noticed a shy boy from Durmstrang eyeing Hermione. After a
good deal of encouragement, she had convinced him to ask Hermione to Hogsmeade.

**oOoOo**

It had been over two weeks since she had returned from Christmas break, and two weeks since the
announcement about the upcoming Hogsmeade visit. Hermione was beginning to think, that Harry
wasn't going to ask her to go. After all, he had asked her to the Yule Ball right away, she
reasoned. *`Maybe he doesn't want to be too forward because of the kiss.* *I knew we
should have talked about it as soon as I got back.**'* Hermione had not wanted to
chance, breaking the good feelings her and Harry were sharing after her return, but now she
realized putting it off, might not have been the smartest thing to do, as it looked like she'd
be going to Hogsmeade alone.

"Excuse me Miss Granger, may I speak with you?"

Hermione broke from her thoughts and looked up. A boy about her age from Durmstrang as evident
by his robes, stood nervously waiting a reply. "Hmm, oh sure," pointing to the seat
across from her, she added, "please, have a seat."

He sat down quickly and stared at the table for a few seconds seemingly to gather his courage.
"Has anyone asked you to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

Now it was Hermione's turn to stare, not at the table, but the boy across from her. Of all
the things she had expected, that particular question certainly had never occurred to her. Before
she could respond however, he quickly added, "Oh, please excuse my manners. I am Miroslav
Demetrius," he said while extending his hand in greeting.

When Hermione's brain reengaged she reached out and shook his hand, "Pleased to meet
you Mr. Demetrius, I'm Hermione Granger, but apparently, you already know that," she said
smiling. After a moment of inpatient silence, Hermione decided it would be up to her to move things
along. "So you wanted to know about my plans for Hogsmeade, yes?”

Miroslav nodded yes, happy not to have to talk until he could rein in his nervousness.

Looking pensive, Hermione turned her gaze to her hands. This was awkward to say the least, she
figured he was going to ask her to go, and she didn't want to lie, but at the same time, she
was hoping to go with Harry. In fact, Hermione had even considered asking him.

Looking back up she finally answered, "Well I do plan on going, one way or another... but
no, no one has asked me yet."

Miroslav nodded again, then looked up at a point somewhere over her head at nothing in
particular, deep in thought for a moment. Miroslav may have been painfully shy, but he was no
idiot, far from it in fact. He had sensed her reluctance to answer, *`Probably was hoping someone
else would ask her,'* he reasoned. He quickly changed his mind on how to proceed. Setting up
a little straighter he turned his eyes back to her, "Miss Granger, I would be honored, if
you'd allow me to escort you to Hogsmeade this weekend." Miroslav quickly went on before
she could turn him down, "I realize you may have a boyfriend, or if not, would have rather
have gone with someone else, but considering how close the weekend is..." After taking a
breath he finished, "I have wanted to meet you every since I watch your potions demonstration,
and well, I was hoping, maybe this weekend we could talk, get to know a little bit about each
other... and maybe even become friends."

Hermione sighed, *`Am I that transparent,'* she thought. Then as she sat looking back
at Miroslav, she realized he had interrupted her response as a prequel to a rejection. "Mr.
Demetrius..."

"Miroslav, please," he smiled.

Hermione nodded, "Miroslav... I don't have a boyfriend, but there is someone who
I'm very... fond of." Hermione paused and smiled softly at the thought before continuing.
"So, if you would be content going as friends, then I would be happy to go with you."

Miroslav had expected to be disappointed, so it was a surprised boy who answered rather
excitedly, "Oh, well excellent, I... I'll meet you after breakfast then, yes?"

Hermione chuckled, "That would be splendid, I'll see you then."

**oOoOo**

The following day at breakfast, right after Harry sat down next to Hermione, and practically
before he could even say good morning, two Hufflepuff girls hurried over. Harry and Hermione both
looked up curiously as Susan Bones, and Hannah Abbott stopped and stood in front of them.

"Harry," Susan started, "we were hoping to have a quick word with you?"

Harry glanced at Hermione, who only shrugged her shoulders. Apparently, she didn't have any
idea what this was about either. Looking back up at the two worried faces he replied, "Sure,
what's up?"

Susan and Hannah stared at each other for a moment as if trying to decide where to start.
Finally, Susan ticked her head slightly at Harry as if to say, `I asked, now it's your
turn!'

Hanna deflated a bit, and then turning to Harry, she decided to just get on with it. "Harry
I've been, that is, we've both been thinking about you and the tournament lately, and
well... well last night we had a long talk."

At this point, Susan jumped back in, "And we decided that there's no way you put your
name in the goblet."

Neville had been sitting across from Harry, so his back was to the girls, but obviously, he
could hear everything. He decided now was a good time, to remind Harry about his thoughts on the
matter of what others thought of Harry's involvement. "See Harry, told you others would
see the truth sooner or later."

"That's right. We may not know you as well as say Hermione here, but all one has to do
is watch how you act."

"You certainly haven't acted like someone looking for attention," Susan said
taking over. "In fact, you looked a little disappointed after a second task, like you were
hoping it would end there for you."

Speaking a little slower and more softly, Hannah finished, "Harry, we're sorry for not
supporting you from the beginning, but for what it's worth, we are now."

Harry stood up without speaking and reached out his hand to each girl in turn. "Thank you,
it means a lot... to know they're some people who believe me... in fact, it's worth more
than you know."

"So, we'll be cheering for you Harry."

Harry raised brow, "What about Cedric? He's the real Hogwarts Champion."

"We'll cheer for both of you, because you're a real champion too. Of course, we
will probably cheer a little louder for Cedric, he is in our house after all."

"And oh so cute." Realizing what she just said, Susan immediately turned red and
slipped behind Hannah to hide.

Hermione couldn't help the huge grin that broke out on her face because of Susan's slip,
but mainly for their kind words to Harry. While smiling brightly at the two Hufflepuffs, Hermione
mouth "Thank you" to the smiling pair, before they left, to return to their table.

More and more people were finally starting to see Harry Potter for what he was. They were
starting to see him the way she saw him. A young man with integrity, and an unwavering moral sense
of right and wrong, but most importantly, he was a young man whom Hermione was proud to call a
friend.

Harry laughed as he returned to his seat after the girls left, "Well that was
nice."

Hermione nodded her concurrence, "Yes, it was." Then turning to Neville, "Did you
notice Susan?"

Surprised, Neville asked, "No, why?"

"She kept looking at you."

"Really, why?"

Hermione just shrugged, "I'm just saying."

Neville looked down with a shy smile, but said nothing else.

"Oh, by the way, I keep forgetting. Do you want to go to Hogsmeade together, er, ah… with
me that is?" Harry asked suddenly.

Sitting further down the table, a young French student named Brigitte watched the exchange
between Harry, Hermione, and the other two Hogwarts students with interest. She had of course heard
of Harry Potter before coming to Hogwarts, but after hearing the rumors surrounding his entry into
the tournament, she began to pay closer attention to him. As far as she was concerned, it
didn't make much sense, that a mere fourth-year student would try to cheat their way into
competing, unless they were an idiot, and Brigitte really didn't think Harry was that stupid.
After watching him face the first three tasks, she thought she might like to try and make his
acquaintance. However, seeing how close he and Hermione Granger were; a girl she knew to be quite
intelligent after watching her, and talking to her friend Nicole, she figured the best she could
hope for was maybe a distant friendship. However, as she continued to watch, she began to wonder if
maybe that decision was a bit premature.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief, then while pinching the bridge of her nose said,
"Ahhh, Harry Potter you have got to have the worst timing possible! Honestly Harry, why did
you wait so long to ask?" She asked, clearly exasperated.

Harry's smile fell, this didn't look good. "I, I don't know," he answered
weakly.

"Well is too late now," Hermione huffed, "it was getting so late, I didn't
think you wanted to go, or at least not with me." Hermione saw the look of regret on his face
and sighed, "I'm sorry Harry, but I already said yes to someone else yesterday."

Harry looked down, he was angry at first, why hadn't she waited, but after a moment his
anger faded and turned to disappointment, not in Hermione but it himself. He realized he'd
taken Hermione for granted. He had just assumed she would go with him, that she would wait until he
finally got around to asking her. After all she had done for him lately he suddenly felt ashamed.
It wasn't a life-or-death situation or even a major event, but he couldn't help but think
of the phrase, *`It's the thought that counts.'*

When Harry looked back up, he took her small hands in his and said with a sad smile, "No
Hermione, you have nothing to be sorry about." He gave her hands a little squeeze,
"it's my own fault. I shouldn't have waited."

"No Harry, you shouldn't have," she returned in a firm, but soft voice. "Oh
Harry, it's not the end of the world, I'll see you there, right? And we can still meet up
for lunch or something okay?"

Harry nodded his head slightly, "Right," he answered just as softly.

Hermione of course was disappointed, but she could see he was just as upset over the situation
as she was. Hoping to lift his spirits, she tried to let him know, that there would be other
opportunities. "And Harry," Hermione waited until she had his full attention, "Next
time..."

"It'll be the first thing I do, I promise," Harry cut her off with a sheepish
smile.

Hermione relaxed and smiled back, "Good!"

**oOoOo**

Harry and Hermione both watched curiously as Brigitte sat down next to Neville across from them,
and introduced herself. "Hello, I am Brigitte de Louvres, and you are Harry Potter and
Hermione Granger, no?" She said with an air of certainty.

Harry and Hermione both nodded and said yes at the same time, causing the dark-haired French
girl to smile. "Ah, well then I am pleased to meet you," she said, while sticking out her
hand to shake.

Hermione went first and shook her hand, then Harry did the same, "Likewise, and this is our
friend Neville, Neville Longbottom," Hermione added, as she nodded towards Neville.

Turning to Neville Brigitte smiled, "Pleasure to meet you Neville."

After a quick hello, Neville suddenly became very interested in his food.

"Nice to meet you," Harry said, after the short introduction to his friend, "was
there something we could do for you?"

Brigitte seemed to fidget for a moment before answering, "Well, please forgive me, as I did
not mean to listen to your conversation, but I couldn't help but hear." Then her
expression turned more serious, "It seems you were hoping to go with Miss Granger to the
Hogsmeade this weekend, no? But now you are alone." After a short pause she continued,
"Perhaps you would consider going with me?"

Ginny's jaw nearly hit the table in surprise, her plan had worked perfectly... but for the
wrong girl. Now all she could do was watch it derail, and turn into the biggest train wreck of the
year for her.

Harry's brow rose to the edge of his hairline, "You want to go to Hogsmeade with me
this weekend, like on a... date?"

Brigitte shrugged her shoulders, "Date or no, it does not matter, but yes I would like to
go with you this weekend."

"Really... why?" Harry asked a genuine curiosity. "I mean, most people think
I'm a cheat."

Brigitte sighed, and gesturing with her hands as if to say, `I understand,' then she
explained, "I confess that I was very suspicious at first, however, after all that I have
seen... well it now seems very unlikely, to me at least anyway." After a moment of silence
Brigitte added, "You are a mystery to me Mr. Potter. You have got my attention, and I would
like to know more about you." Then after another short pause she tilted her head slightly and
went on, "That is why we are here, no?"

Hermione sat there listening to the whole conversation with rapt attention. This girl was both
confident and intelligent, plus she was also very pretty. Hermione found herself feeling slightly
jealous, and it surprised her, but she'd worried about that later, for now she wanted to help
her best friend, so she spoke up, "She's right Harry, you should go."

Harry hadn't expected Hermione to say something like that, he turned and looked at her,
studied her for a second, then after seeing she had no ulterior motive he slowly turned back to
Brigitte. "All right. Who knows, maybe I'll learn some French."

"Oui, you never know Mr. Potter."

"Oh and please, just call me Harry."

"Very well... Harry, and please call me Brigitte... and..." turning to Hermione.

"Hermione," the girl in question said smiling.

Brigitte gave a bright smile, "Wonderful. Perhaps we," she gestured to the three of
them, "could indeed have that lunch together."

Hermione smile grew, “I'd like that."

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AN; The clue from the egg is mostly straight from JKR's book, but if you read it carefully
you will have noticed that I did change one line.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 1****3**

**Hogsmeade**

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"Hurry up Hermione," whined Ron. Even though, he had only been down in the common room
for a few minutes, as soon as Lavender had shown up, he had become anxious to go.

"Keep your shirt on Ron, it's only breakfast," replied Hermione, with a hint of
annoyance in her voice.

Harry smiled, the best way to avoid a fight with Ron, was never to come between his stomach and
a table full of food. "Ron, why don't you go on ahead, we'll be down in a
sec."

"Thanks Harry," then, without another word he grabbed Lavender's hand and pulled
her through the portrait hole.

Hermione raised a brow. "What? Now we can take our time," Harry said, then after
looking pensive for a second added, “he's probably just in a hurry to eat so he can get on to
Hogsmeade." As they made their way down to the Great Hall, Harry's thoughts drifted back
to the article in the Prophet the other day about Hagrid. The more he thought about it, the more he
realized, he shouldn't have been so surprised about learning that he was a half giant. What did
bother him, was just how fast the school had turned on Hagrid. Harry could relate to that all too
well.

"Harry," Hermione asked breaking into Harry's self induced introspection,
"you all right?"

Harry turned to look at her as they continued their short journey. *`She's always so
observant,'* he thought, then a quiet voice from the back of his head told him why,
*`because* *she's always worrying* *about you.'*

"Yeah, I'm fine." Not wanting to concern her any further he went on, "Just
thinking about Hagrid. I mean he got kind of a ruddy deal the way that rag of a paper was taking
the piss out of him, don't you think?"

"Only because of that... horrible woman!"

Harry didn't want to get her worked up, so quickly moved on, "Hey, at least you got to
see a unicorn again, right? What's it been, about a year."

Hermione smiled, she knew what Harry was trying to do.

**oOoOo**

As promised, Miroslav made his way over to the Gryffindor table just as breakfast was ending.
"Good morning Hermione,”

"Good morning to you Miroslav.”

“I must say, I think you look quite beautiful today."

Hermione's face colored slightly, she wasn't used to such praise. “Thank you."

"You're welcome. Are you ready to go, or should I have a seat?"

Harry studied the boy as he stood waiting for Hermione. He was perhaps an inch or so taller, but
he didn't seem to have a large build. In fact Harry thought he looked kind of lanky. About the
only thing they had in common physically, as far as Harry could tell, was they both had dark hair,
although his was considerably longer. Harry would've liked to learn a little more about this
guy, but before he could ask any questions, Hermione spoke.

"No, I'm finished. We can go now, If you like." Hermione said, as she stood
up.

"Very well," Miroslav said, while offering his arm to Hermione.

Now it was Harry's turn to feel a twinge of jealousy, as he watched the exchange. Once more,
he mentally kicked himself for his lapse. Then, as if she suddenly sensed something was wrong,
Hermione turned towards Harry.

"Oh, Harry this is Miroslav Demetrius. Miroslav, this is Harry, Harry Potter... my best
friend.

Harry stood, and reached out his hand, "Nice to meet you." Though, he really
didn't think he was. Harry held the other boys gaze for a second, and the message was clear,
*`Miroslav, had better be a gentleman.'*

**oOoOo**

By noon, the Three Broomsticks was quite busy, as Hogwarts students made their way in for
lunch.

"Look at her, what a tart. Who does she think... Draco, are you listening to me...
Draco!"

Pansy had been going on about Hermione Granger for the last ten minutes or so, ever since said
girl entered the Three Broomsticks, on the arm of a boy from Durmstrang.

"What you think of Potter?" Draco asked, as if he hadn't heard a single thing
Pansy had previously said.

"What?"

"Potter," then turning to look at her, Draco asked again, “what do you think about
Potter?"

The question caught Pansy off guard. His tone wasn't nasty or condescending, it was...
curious, asked like when one seriously wanted an honest answer.

Pansy sat up a little, both brows raised in confusion. "Well, he's... I think..."
Pansy wasn't sure what she thought. At the moment, she had been focused on Hermione. Falling
back to her normal Slytherin opinion of Mr. Harry Potter, she finally responded, "Why do we
care about him, he's a liar and a cheat. An all-around arse."

**oOoOo**

After holding the door for Brigitte, Harry followed her in. Looking around for a place to sit,
he took note of who all was in the pub. Harry first caught sight of Draco, he was sitting with
Pansy and of course the two bookends; Crabbe, Goyle. They were sitting by themselves in a far
corner where they could keep an eye on things. Moving further into the room, Harry next noticed
Viktor. He was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, and sitting across from him was Alicia
Spinnet. Then he spotted Ron in the opposite corner from Draco, sitting with lavender. The couple
seemed to be oblivious to everyone else in the room, as they sat there snogging. Harry just shook
his head at the display, he'd talk to Ron about it later.

Harry was broken out of his thoughts by voice he knew well. "Harry!" Called Hermione,
"over here."

Harry touched Brigitte's arm and nodded toward Hermione's table, to get her moving in
that direction.

Sitting down Harry smiled, "Hey Hermione." Then he give a nod hello to Miroslav.

"Hello Harry," still smiling, she added, "hello Brigitte."

Neither Brigitte, nor Miroslav failed to notice, that Harry had taken the seat right next to
Hermione.

After acknowledging Hermione and Miroslav, Brigitte settled in next to Harry. "This place
does good business." She commented.

Looking around, Harry had to agree, "Yeah, the place is definitely packed." It was now
fairly obvious as to why Dumbledore hadn't allowed the third-year students to come.

"So, where else have you two been?" Asked Hermione with a hint of more than just a
little curiosity.

"Pretty much everywhere. This was our last stop." Harry answered, before turning
around and ordering two butterbeers, one for him, and one for Brigitte.

"Yeah us too.” Hermione replied, before turning her attention to the girl on his other
side, “What was your favorite shop Brigitte?"

Brigitte smiled, "Oh... that would have to be Honeydukes," then looking at Miroslav
with one brow raised, "and yours?"

"Hmmm, I think perhaps Honeydukes as well, their chocolate is very good."

Everyone laughed and nodded in agreement. Honeydukes was indeed one of the most popular shops in
Hogsmeade, mainly because of their famous chocolate. A moment later Hermione sat up, and with a nod
towards the door said, "Well... look what the Kneazle brought in."

Everyone turned to look. Standing just inside the door stood Neville, a girl on each arm, Susan
and Hannah.

Harry looked a little surprised, "Well that's unexpected," then a little louder,
"Neville... over here." Turning to Hermione he asked, "I thought he and Luna were
kind of..."

Hermione shrugged, "I thought so too."

Neville pulled a chair out for each of the two girls, then quickly joined them. "Hey guys,
what's up?"

Harry laughed, "You're the one with two dates... you tell us."

Hermione smiled, it was so strange to see the painfully shy Neville with two girls. She
couldn't help but compare him to Harry, and wonder, that if their places were reversed; would
Neville be doing as well in the tournament, and would it be Harry with two girls? Hermione laughed
to herself; she liked Neville, but was not the wizard Harry was and would have probably never have
made it this far. And Harry, even without the pressure of the tournament, wasn't the kind of
guy who would take two girls on a date at the same time. Glancing over at Ron, she briefly wondered
if he was jealous, then laughed again, when she thought he was so preoccupied, he probably
hadn't even noticed.

Susan and Hannah both smiled while Neville looked confused. A moment later he seemed to
understand, "Oh, we're not on a date." Then as if he was worried that he might have
offended one or both of them he added, "Not that I wouldn't mind of course... it's
just... well I am kind of seeing...er ah… well interested in…”

"Luna?" Hermione supplied for a red-faced Neville.

"Yeah…” Neville answered uneasily as he started to squirm a little. Then looking at all the
knowing faces sighed and went on, “I was going to ask her to come with me today, but then they said
no third years or below could go. Something about it being too crowded."

"So I told Luna," Susan jumped in, "that Neville was so cute, he might need
protecting, and that Hannah and I would keep an eye on him for her."

Hannah rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Honestly Susan, you think just about every boy
at Hogwarts is cute."

Susan turned back to her friend, "And some of the girls too." She immediately turned
red and slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified at what she had just said.

Harry alone with Neville and Miroslav all shared look, not quite sure what to make of her
comment. While at the same time Hermione and Brigitte were sharing a knowing smile. In the
discriminating world of magic, it was not all that uncommon for a pair of witches to become
romantically involved. However it was almost always very discreet. Whether or not Susan and Hannah
fancied each other, nobody knew for sure. It was however obvious, that the two were very good
friends, and could almost always be found together.

Deciding to change the subject, at least somewhat, Hermione cleared her throat and then said,
"Well…" and after regaining everyone's attention, she ticked her head towards the far
corner, "what do you suppose has gotten into Ron?"

"You know he asked Luna to be his girlfriend a while back." Neville said with
contempt. "Why would he do that? He hardly ever even talks to her, except to call her
names."

Harry looked at Ron for a moment, then turned back, "Really?"

"Yeah, she turned him down of course, also said he was starting to act like a real
blighter."

Then seemingly out of nowhere a new voice asked, "Hey guys, mind if I join you?" And,
without waiting for a reply, Alicia started pushing Brigitte closer to Harry, who in turn had to
scoot closer to Hermione so she could join them on the bench. "Oi, budge up Harry, Hermione
won't bite... well maybe if you ask her to." Alicia laughed as she sat down on the end of
the bench next to Brigitte.

It was hard to tell who was more embarrassed, Harry or Hermione, as the rest of the table
laughed. Finally, Hermione regained her composure, "I'll have you know, I haven't
bitten anyone since I was barely five."

"Really! Well you might want to try it sometime." The older girl said while waggling
her eyebrows. Hermione started to protest, but before she could say a word, Alicia went on,
"So what were you lot talking about before Hermione's eating habits came up?"

Hermione sat back with a tiny huff. She felt it better to just let this go and move on, or
Alicia would end up teasing her all night. When Harry touched her hand, she looked over to find him
smiling softly at her, and she couldn't help but smile back.

Harry turned back to Alicia, "Didn't I see you with Viktor when I came in?"

"Yeah, we were talking about professional Quidditch. I've been thinking about maybe
going Pro after I graduate. Anyway, he had to leave, something about going for a swim... anyone
jumping in the lake this time a year is a complete nutter if you ask me."

Harry and Hermione smiled, both now having a pretty good idea as to why. Then, remembering how
Viktor had left her after the Yule Ball, Hermione said while looking a little put out, "Well
that's no way to treat a date."

"Oh it's not like that, we weren't on a date," Alicia quickly said,
"Viktor has a girlfriend back home, and he wants to stay true to her."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, perhaps they had misjudged him. Hermione made a mental
note to talk to Viktor in the near future.

His curiosity getting the better of, Harry just had to ask, “But didn't I see you and Viktor
together… like back in October?

Alicia leaned forward and smirked at Harry, “What's the matter Harry… jealous?”

Harry balked, “What? No… I, I just thought maybe you and… you know… I mean, you did go to the
Ball with Fred.”

Alicia laughed, “Wow, I didn't know you were so interested in my love life. Well if you must
know…” Harry held up his hands and started to say no, but Alicia went on anyway. “In October… I met
with Viktor to ask about Quidditch, while Fred and his brother were shopping for prank supplies. I
would have come with him today, if the berk hadn't gone and gotten himself a detention,” she
finished shaking her head. Then turning to Harry again with a smirk asked, “What about your love
life?”

Harry suddenly knew how Hermione felt a few minutes ago, “Ah… don't really have one, so not
much to talk about.”

Alicia just said, “Right…” While Hermione looked on curiously about his answer.

**oOoOo**

"I had a wonderful time today Hermione," Miroslav said, as he and Hermione stopped
just outside the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"I did too Miroslav, it was very nice talking to you about your school, and things."
Hermione kicked herself mentally `*things*'. She was starting to get nervous, she knew
this was where they'd say goodbye and she wasn't sure what Miroslav would do. She also
wasn't sure how she would respond. Even though she hardly knew him, Hermione thought he was
nice enough, and quite smart too, but she really didn't feel anything... special. There was
just no chemistry, no spark. Maybe, if he kissed me... *Harry*. A tiny feeling of guilt
rippled through her subconscious at the thought. But why? They weren't a couple... strange. Her
thoughts ended suddenly when Miroslav leaned in.

Even though they had only spent a short time together with Harry and his date, and even though
Hermione hadn't talked about him all that much; Miroslav knew Harry was far more than just a
good friend to her. Miroslav admitted to himself that he was just a little intimidated by this
girl. She had good friends, important friends, and she was also very intelligent. On top of all
that, she was also quite pretty. However, weren't those the very reason he had been attracted
to her in the first place, *`Maybe,'* he thought. He just hadn't expected... so much.
She wasn't just smart, she was very smart. And she wasn't just close to Harry Potter,
wasn't just *a good friend*, she cared a great deal for the boy. Miroslav wondered if Mr.
Potter knew just how lucky he was to have *a good friend*, like this. Yes, he was attracted to
Hermione, but if he was honest with himself, he also knew a relationship with her would never work.
Besides living in two different countries, and going to different schools; he knew that her heart
was already taken, even if she didn't. However, since she wasn't really with Mr. Potter,
there was no reason why he couldn't at least kiss her goodnight.

As he deepened the kiss, Miroslav put a hand on her waist and gently pulled her closer. Hermione
responded by putting a hand on his shoulder to both study herself, and to control how close he
could draw her in. The kiss only lasted about a minute, and although Hermione thought it was a good
kiss, now that she had something to compare it to... she knew it wasn't a great kiss. She was
glad she had gone on this… date. Hermione had wondered, that if she and Harry had actually started
dating, would she think about dating others? Considering how strong her feelings were for Harry she
didn't think so, even though she didn't know how she felt about him romantically. Now
however, she was a little more certain about her feelings. She was quite sure, she wasn't
interested in anybody else. She certainly, didn't feel the need to date other boys, even if the
opportunity presented itself.

When they broke apart, both knew there would be no more. That had been the one and only kiss
that they would share.

"Thank you again Hermione." Miroslav said with a sly smile as he stepped back half a
step.

Hermione smiled back. She could tell he expected nothing more. "You're welcome
Miroslav, and thank you, for such a nice day."

Miroslav stood straighter and nodded, "Goodnight Miss Granger."

**oOoOo**

Down by the Beauxbaton carriage, a very similar scene was taking place.

"Well..." Harry said awkwardly.

"Yes... well," Brigitte said smiling back. She knew Harry was feeling more and more
uncomfortable by the second. "Harry, relax." Taking his hand, she led him to a spot next
to the carriage that had a small bench tucked just out of sight. Setting down, she patted the spot
next to her, "Please, sit with me for a while?"

Harry nodded, "Sure." They'd had a good time wandering around Hogsmeade taking in
the sights, and just talking. This was all new ground for Harry, he wasn't sure what was
expected of him. He had no real dating experience, none actually. The Yule Ball might have been an
exception, but that really wasn't a date. He and Padma had both agreed, they were going
together as friends, nothing more. This however was different. It seemed the situation had suddenly
become more... personal. What was he supposed to do now? Take her hand and say something nice about
her hair, or should he just kiss her. Was he supposed to ask first, no... he didn't think so.
There was only one person he could think of to ask, and he was sure Brigitte wouldn't
appreciate him running off to ask her.

"You don't do this much, do you?"

"No," Harry sighed, "am I that bad?"

"No, of course not Harry." Brigitte's smiling face turned serious,
"You're just nervous. I didn't mean... I don't want to make you nervous."

"Oh you're not... I mean, it's not you. I-I don't," Harry stopped, then
after a moment took a deep breath and continued, "I'm just not sure what's expected of
me." Harry couldn't help but feel a little frustrated as he looked down at his feet.

Brigitte chuckled, then seeing his alarm, she took hold of one of his hands. "Harry,
it's just a date, two people out together. It's not our wedding night... nothing is
expected of you."

Harry laughed, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I'm probably making this into a
bigger deal than it is... right?"

Still holding his hand, Brigitte answered softly, "Right... although after such a great
day, it would be a shame not to end it with a goodnight kiss... no?"

If Harry was nervous before, then what he was feeling now, could only be described as full-blown
panic. *`She did* *expect me to kiss her!'* he thought. Mustering all his courage,
Harry reached up with his free hand and cupped the side of her face and leaned forward.

Brigitte closed her eyes as Harry leaned in. A moment later she felt his lips on hers. Tentative
at first, but quickly becoming more confident. She reached her hand up to the back of his head,
hoping to hold him in place a little longer. Hoping to encourage him to kiss her more passionately.
He suddenly pulled away, and Brigitte sighed. Partly in content, and partly in disappointment. As
inexperienced as he may be, he certainly seemed to know how to kiss properly.

Her eyes were already closed, and a second after their lips met Harry closed his as well. She
was soft, and smelled of lilac. Harry decided, he liked this aspect of girls. Soft, and they always
seem to smell so good. Slowly he deepened the kiss and tried to imagine the girl he was kissing.
Unfortunately, to his complete surprise the face didn't belong to Brigitte. Harry broke the
kiss and pulled away, the image of Hermione still clearly visible in his mind's eye.

Shocked and a little confused, Harry stood up, "It's late... I-I should be getting
back." Harry announced uncertainly. Standing there waiting for her to say something, he
couldn't help but notice her look of disappointment, and rejection. "Brigitte look, I
really did have a good time with you today. I had fun, and while I don't think I learned any
French, I did learn a lot. I hope you feel the same way." He raised a hand to keep her from
answering just yet. "It's just... I'm a little confused… I don't know. I don't
think we can be anything more than friends. I wouldn't... I don't want to give you the
wrong idea."

Brigitte stood up, "You're very sweet Harry. Hermione is a lucky witch to have your
attention." Brigitte leaned in quickly and gave him a peck on the cheek before turning and
starting towards the carriage door. As she walked away, she said over her shoulder with a cheeky
smile, "If you need any help when you finally decide to tell her how you feel... you will ask
me, yes?"

Harry laughed, "Yes, er a oui," making Brigitte laugh too. Harry wasn't sure if
she had it right, *`but it* *would* *sure explain a few things,'* he
thought.

**oOoOo**

Harry greeted Hermione as he sat down next to her for breakfast the next day, "Hey, missed
you last night. Did you come in late?"

Hermione smirked, "Well, aren't we a bit nosey this morning."

"Oh no, it's not... I mean... I usually see you in the common room... oh you're
right, it's none of my business, sorry."

Hermione smiled inwardly, *`He's concerned,'* she thought. Every since she had come
to Hogwarts and made a few friends, real friends, she would sometimes doubt herself. Think herself
unworthy. For so many years, as a young girl before Hogwarts, she never had any friends. There were
a few times when she would meet someone, and it looked as though it was going to turn into
something more than just a… acquaintance. More than just some other boy or girl you sat next to in
class. You knew their name, but you didn't know the person. As soon as she would opened up a
little, tell them something about herself, they'd pull away. She quickly learned, that they
didn't really want to know her. They didn't want to know the real Hermione Granger. The
girl who enjoyed school, not recess, learning new things, instead of playing with toys. She loved
school, and she loved her teachers, yet those had been some of the saddest days of her life.

Loneliness is so much more than not having friends. It's like a half-life, no one to share
with... neither the good things nor the bad. Hermione was a smart girl, there wasn't very much
that she didn't understand. And unfortunately, she understood loneliness. She understood it all
too well. Loneliness... was painful.

Knowing that Harry was concerned, that he cared about her, helped her to remember, that here at
Hogwarts she did indeed have friends, real friends. That she had a best friend.

"Harry?"

"Yeah."

"Promise me something?"

Harry turned to look at her more directly, something in her voice told him this was important.
"You know I will... if I can."

"Promise me, that we will always be friends," she asked, her eyes never leaving
his.

Harry stared back at the girl he'd known for almost 4 years. Her eyes told him the rest of
the story. He saw the need, the desire. He saw how tremendously important this simple request was
to her. Harry reached out and gently took both her small hands in his, and like her, his eyes never
left hers when he promised, "Forever."

A much relieved Hermione smiled, and nodded thanks.

Harry smiled back as he watched her for a moment. Satisfied that he had eased her worries, Harry
asked, "Hermione, if this is about, well last night, and you want to see…” Harry voice caught
and he looked down, “You know I'll always..."

Hermione squeezed his hands, happy that he felt that way. "Thank you Harry, but I don't
think I'll be seeing anymore of Miroslav. I actually came back before you, but was really
tired, so I went straight up to bed."

"Oh well, of course," Harry acknowledged, trying not to sound too relieved.

"And what time did you finally make it in?" Hermione asked, her own curiosity getting
the better of her.

"Like you I guess, pretty early. About half past seven, I..." Harry's answer was
interrupted by a loud `hey!' Apparently, Ron and Lavender were starting to get a little carried
away, and someone had thrown a breakfast roll at the two's, slightly erotic display.

After watching Ron get indignant with the rest of the table for a second, Harry turned his
attention back to Hermione. "What in Merlin's name is going on with Ron?" Harry asked
quickly, happy for the chance to change the subject, "I mean, it's like he's on a
potion, or has been hit by one of his brother's spells."

Hermione watched Ron herself for a moment before answering, "I know, and I might even
suspect that something like that was actually the case, if he hadn't been acting this way for
so long."

"Do you think it has anything to do with what Luna was talking about?"

Hermione's forehead scrunched in concentration for a moment, "I don't know,
maybe." Hermione glanced at Ron again before turning back to Harry, "I'm not sure why
he's acting this way. It's not like him, or least it wasn't."

After taking another long look at Ron, Harry asked, "You think he's acting this way
because of her?"

"Or someone else." Hermione said, almost as an afterthought. "I mean, I don't
even think he likes her all that much, not really."

Harry looked further down the table at Dean, "Like maybe his new friends?"

Hermione nodded slowly," Yeah, maybe."

After watching Ron kiss Lavender again for the umpteenth time, Hermione couldn't help it as
her thoughts drifted back to the kiss she had shared with Harry, and how she put off thinking about
it. *It...* had certainly happened, and yet neither of them seemed ready to deal with it. By
now Hermione was fairly sure Harry had no regrets, but like her, he didn't know how to broach
the subject. *It,* the kiss was easily the sweetest, most tender and caring thing he had ever
done for her. How does one talk about something like that. How do you translate those feelings and
emotions into words without cheapening the experience? Hermione didn't think she could.
*`Maybe that's why Harry hasn't said anything. Maybe he feels the same way.'* The
more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. Harry had always been more about action,
and less about words. So, it would seem the kiss and what it might or might not have meant, would
for now anyway, remain within their own private thoughts. Like a gift that is given without
explanation, and no questions are asked. Hermione smiled, she could live with that.

However, another question still remained. *`Just what do I think of Harry,'* she
thought. Then, remembering her brief conversation with Luna*, It's not about thinking,*
Hermione revised her question. *`No... not what do I think...but how do I feel about
Harry?'* Hermione smile grew, *`Well that's pretty obvious.'* In that instant,
she knew. Her feelings for the boy sitting next to her had changed. They'd grown. Hermione
turned and looked at Harry as he talked to Neville. She liked Harry, like him as more than just a
friend. Some might even say she fancied him, but it was more than just that. She... cared for him,
worried about him. She felt a need to protect him, especially from those who she knew meant to hurt
him. Hermione nodded to herself, she was okay with all of that, in fact she rather liked the idea.
Although she thought he might just feel the same, it didn't matter how he felt about her,
she'd still be there for him regardless. Even if she was wrong about his feelings, she would
not change her mind. What would happen in the future? Where would their friendship go? Would their
relationship, develop... she didn't know for sure. But thinking about that kiss, Hermione
thought she just might like to find out. For now, with the tournament about to start up again,
she'd have to put any further thoughts about them, on hold. She'd wait and see what the
future would bring. Hopefully, it would be a boy with messy black hair and glasses, alive and in
one piece.

**oOoOo**

The Charms and Runes demo was quickly approaching, and Harry was currently enjoying watching
Hermione get excited about it.

"Oh Harry, I can hardly wait to meet Alexei, and see what kind of charm he's going to
show me."

Harry raised a brow at the way Hermione phrased her last statement. For the second demo, the
students had to pair up again. This time however, with someone from the other school. In other
words, since Hermione had paired up with Nicole from Beauxbaton last time, she now had to pair up
with a boy from the Durmstrang. In this demo, rather than working together on one project, they
would have to teach each other something new. Something that the other was completely unfamiliar
with. After consulting with their professors, Hermione was paired up with Alexei; who was also a
fourth-year student. Hermione's job was to teach him how to construct and use a set of runes,
while he would teach her a very specialized new charm.

Hermione finally noticed Harry's half amused, have questioning look, "What?"

"Well, I like your enthusiasm, it is good to see you so... happy and passionate about
this."

"But?" She asked with a smile, knowing there was more.

Harry smirked, *`She knows me so well,'* "I just hope you're excited about
Charms, and not about… his charms."

Hermione could give as good as she took. "Well if that's how you feel, it's a good
thing you'll be there with me to help."

Harry's other brow rose as his smirk disappeared. "You want my help? But I've only
just started learning runes, what help could I possibly be."

Hermione leaned forward, "You didn't know anything about the potion that Nicole and I
were working on, and yet you helped solve the biggest problem we were having."

"Hermione, I didn't do anything. I asked Snape to help you."

"Which he did... because of you," Leaning back she added, "Harry, there are lots
of ways to help, plus you said, you liked runes."

Harry stared at Hermione for a few seconds before answering. "Hermione, I do like runes,
and I'll be there whenever, and wherever you want, not because I think I can help, but to
support you."

Hermione reached over and gave his hand a squeeze, "Thanks Harry, I appreciate that. But
you will try and help, won't you? I just know if you keep an open mind, you'll see
something we missed."

Harry nodded, "Of course," then after a short laugh, "who knows, maybe I
will."

Hermione couldn't help but beam at Harry, as she nodded back.

**oOoOo**

As Dumbledore approached the podium, the Hall quietly down. After waiting a moment to ensure he
had everyone's attention Dumbledore spoke, "Just in case there are some who are not aware
of the special events planned for today... I shall enlighten you. Today, one hour from now in fact,
we will begin the second series of interschool demonstrations. The students involved will
demonstrate a unique charm or rune sequence. There is however an added twist. Instead of
demonstrating it themselves, they will have to teach their demonstration to their partner, who will
then demonstrate it to the rest of us." Dumbledore laughed, "Perhaps they will also gain
some insight into what the life of a professor is like."

Harry had been helping Hermione for the last week. He didn't actually help her design or
construct any of the runes, but rather, help her to refine her teaching technique. Harry of course
understood the very basics, but not to the level of Alexei who had been studying them as long as
Hermione, and certainly not to Hermione's level. If she could teach him the sequence, then
Alexei, being more advanced in the subject, should have no problem following her instructions
either. It was Hermione's passion for the subject that tended to get her into trouble. She
would get excited and would begin to speak too fast, making it hard to follow her. Harry would
remind her to slow down when necessary; he also mentioned that Alexei might not be quite as
knowledgeable as she was. He also noted that Alexei may have trouble with the language, since
English was not his native tongue. By the end of the week, Hermione had learned to control her
pace, and always spoke as clearly as possible.

oOoOo

Hermione's turn came up just before dinner. Harry, as before, made sure he had a front row
seat. A moment later Neville and Luna sidled up next to him. Harry was also happy to see Ron had
showed up to watch, and hopefully give his support. Harry made a mental note to thank him later.
However, what surprised him most was seeing Draco there, and he actually looked interested. Harry
gave him a tight nod hello, and to his complete surprise, Draco nodded back; although
reluctantly.

"Hey Harry," Neville said, while Luna just smiled hello.

"Hey guys, glad you're here."

"Of course, though I'm sure I won't understand a bit of it," laughed
Neville.

Luna smiled, "How are your studies coming?" Referring to Ancient Runes.

Harry turned pensive, "It's going good... I think."

Luna smile grew, and Neville laughed, "You think?"

"Well yeah," Harry chuckled, "it's a lot harder than I thought it would be,
but with Hermione's help I'm starting to pick it up... I think."

This time Luna laughed, "Well, it would be pretty hard to learn without *thinking*
Harry."

Harry laughed, "Yeah I'm sure you're right." Then after a short pause, Harry
tried to explain himself better. "As you know Hermione's been helping me with my Ancient
Runes schoolwork, so I can hopefully be caught up by next year. Then when I've had enough, I
would help her prepare for this demo." Harry could see they still didn't quite understand,
"What she is doing is so far beyond me... well it makes me realize just how little I really
know. It makes me realize how much more there is to learn." Harry sighed, "Kind of makes
me question everything else... you know?"

Neville nodded in understanding, "Yeah."

In a more serious voice, Luna tried to set him straight. "Don't worry Harry, that's
a good thing," seeing his puzzled look, she went on, "it just means you're becoming
more perceptive." Then quickly turning back into `dreamy' Luna, she added, "No one
will ever know all there is to know."

Inside, Harry knew she was right, although he thought with a smile, *`if anyone could get
close, it would be Hermione.'*

"So what do you know about this rune sequence she's going to show us," asked a
curious Neville.

"It's brilliant," begin Harry, his face lighting up with excitement as he spoke.
"The real beauty of the sequence is how versatile it is, and some of it can be done without a
wand. With just a little modification, it can do several different things, that's what makes it
so dead useful." Harry really didn't want to tell them exactly what it was, because he
wanted them to see it firsthand from her.

"I assume it's fairly advanced," asked Luna, "how much of it did you
understand?"

Harry smiled, "Well practically none of the theory of course, but it turns out Hermione can
be a very good teacher if she sets her mind to it. I'm pretty sure I can set the runes up
correctly, and probably get them to work... I think." Harry and Neville laughed, Luna just
shook her head at what was becoming an old joke.

oOoOo

An hour and a half later, it was an ecstatic Hermione who literally bounced down the stairs from
the stage. With a bright smile she asked, "Well, what did you think?"

Harry of course thought she did brilliantly, and told her so. Luna wholeheartedly agreed, but it
was Neville, who finally convinced her. "You know Hermione, I don't know a thing about
runes, and I certainly didn't understand any of the theory behind what you're talking
about... but you explained it so well... I think with a bit of practice, I might even be able to
make it work."

Luna couldn't help but add, "Harry was right, you are a good teacher." Harry
nodded, so she went on, "It showed by how simple you made a complex problem look."

Hermione's smile grew, "Thanks guys, but it was Harry who helped me get the teaching
part down. He's a natural."

"Nothing natural about it. If you can teach me, you can teach anybody," laughed Harry.
Luna and Neville laughed as well.

A moment later a short dark-haired boy stepped up next to Hermione. "Oh, Alexei, hi. Please
allow me to introduce you to my friends." He gave her a nervous smile and a small nod.
Hermione gestured to her friends in turn, as she introduced them, "This is Luna Lovegood,
Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter." Laughing she added, "and the tall redhead who is
currently eating something... is Ron Weasley." They all waved hello. "Everyone, this is
Alexei Markovic.”

"It is a pleasure to meet all of you," Alexei said in perfect English, "you must
be very proud of your friend."

Harry nodded, and with a bright smile said while stepping closer to a beaming Hermione, "We
are, very much so." Alexei noticed his answer was directed to Hermione.

"That was an interesting Charm you taught to Hermione," Neville commented.
"I've heard of healing a cut and closing it at the same time, but to also draw out and
neutralize a poison... well that was a surprise."

"In my country, there are many poisonous creatures, so..." Alexei gestured with his
hands as if to say, it was something most people back home learned early on.

"Alexei your English is very good, have you ever lived here?" Asked Harry.

"No, never, but my mother went to school here, and she is the one who taught me. She is a
very strict teacher. She would always say, `If it's worth learning, it's worth learning
well.'"

"She did an excellent job," noted Hermione.

"Markovic, that's Russian, is it not?”

Alexei turned to Luna, "Yes, my father is Russian, have you been to Russia?"

"Once, with my father."

"Well, you are all welcome to stay at my home if you ever decide to visit." Then after
glancing at his watch, Alexei finished, "I would love to talk some more, but my headmaster
looks impatient, so I must take my leave. Good day everyone." As soon as the group had said
their goodbyes, Alexei hurried off to join Karkaroff.

"Seems like a nice guy," Neville said, as he watched him go.

"Yeah," nodding Harry.

oOoOo

“Oh, there's Viktor,” Hermione said suddenly, as she stretched up on her tip toes to see
over the crowd. Turning back to Harry, she added quickly, “I'll be right back,” knowing
he'd understand what she wanted to talk to the Bulgarian about.

“What d'you think that's about?” asked Ron. He still didn't care for the fact, that
Viktor had taken Hermione to the Yule Ball.

Harry glanced at Neville, who gave him a small nod, before answering Ron,” They're still
friends you know. But ah… that reminds me; what up with you and Lavender?”

Ron was caught off guard for a moment with the change in topic, “What?”

“You and Lavender, snogging all over the place… What's up with that?”

Ron thought Harry might have been over-reacting, but as Neville moved to stand next to him, his
arms held crossed over his chest. Ron knew Neville was not only showing support for Harry, but
wanted an answer too. Ron hesitated, he knew his public snogging displays were a bit much, but he
really didn't think anybody really cared. He just liked kissing Lavender, and if it gave him a
certain reputation as a lady's man, so much the better. “What? A guy can't snog his
girlfriend?”

Neville shook his head, “Sure he can, but Merlin, turn it down a notch,” Neville laughed, before
adding, “or find a broom closet!”

“What do know,” snapped Ron, “you don't even have a girlfriend, not that anyone would have
you. And don't make me laugh by bring up *Loooony*, not that she'd be your girlfriend,
or even consider letting you snog her…”

It was only because Harry had quickly stepped in front of Neville, that Ron hadn't been
punched. If the look on Neville face was any indication, he was ready to pound the red-headed git
into the floor, like a tent stake. Whether or not, Neville could actually take Ron in a fight,
Harry didn't know, but he was quite sure he would've found out in short order, if he
hadn't of intervened. Without taking his eyes off Ron, Harry tried to reason with his other
friend, “He's not worth it Neville.”

Then taking a half step closer to Ron, he asked, “What's wrong with you? Why would you say
something like that?” While his voice was calm, and carried a genuine sense of curiosity, his eyes
betrayed his true feelings. As he stared at Ron, waiting for an answer, there was no mistaking his
look. Ron had better apologize, or things were going to get a lot uglier.

Normally, Ron wasn't afraid of Harry, neither physically, nor magically. He stood about an
inch or so taller than him, and while admittedly, not as good magically; he knew Harry would never
use dark magic, or anything particularly dangerous on him. However, at times like this, times when
Harry was sticking up for someone, especially a friend; that's when Harry was scary. Maybe it
was all the years of being bullied, or maybe it was his fierce sense of loyalty to his friends,
that fired him up, Ron didn't know. Probably a little of both, Ron would later reason, but for
now; he knew Harry was exceptionally angry.

“Fine. Look, all I'm saying is, I don't think it's any of your business. Okay? You
don't understand what it's like.” Then, looking around Harry, to Neville, “Neither of you
do.” Ron paused, and looked down for a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. “I
didn't mean to call her that…it's an old habit…I…I'm sorry,” Ron finished after looking
back up at Neville.

Neville calmed a little after Ron's apology, but still couldn't bring himself to
completely forgive him at the moment. Without smiling, he gave Ron a sight nod. As he turned to
walk away, all he said was, “See you later Harry.”

“Sure…I'll see you later,” Harry said, before he turned his attention back to Ron. In a more
relaxed tone, Harry said, “You're right Ron, we don't understand…That's why we
asked.”

“She likes me Harry. She likes me, Ron Weasley; The youngest Weasley male…” There was more to it
than just that, but Ron wasn't going to say anything more to Harry.

“What are you talking about Ron? We like you too. A lot of people like you.”

Do they Harry? Do they really? Or do they like me because I have a pretty sister, or maybe
because they're afraid of the twins. Or maybe,,, just maybe they like me because you're my
friend.”

A little confused, Harry was starting to get frustrated. Was Ron being jealous again? No, he
didn't think so. This was something else…something more. Ron wasn't jealous of what he had.
Ron wasn't jealous that he was in the tournament. No… it was the fact that those thing made him
special, different…unique. Harry realized, that those things made him an individual. They
differentiated you from everybody else. Someone you either liked or disliked, nothing more, nothing
less.

*`**The youngest Weasley male;* *Ron had five older brothers;* *a* *curse
breaker, a dragon handler, a brother on the fast track to the Ministry of Magic, and of course, the
twins. How was he supposed to compete with that! Then there's me; and the whole Boy-Who-Lived
nonsense,**'* Harry thought. *`Maybe Luna* *is* *right, maybe Ron is, just
trying to figure out who he is!'*

Harry wasn't completely sure about this new theory of his; he'd run it by Hermione
later, and see what she thought, but for now, it seemed to fit. Harry nodded slowly, “I suppose, no
one truly knows what it's like to be someone else. I guess, I don't really know what your
life was like growing up at home, at least, not any more than you know about mine.” Harry sighed,
“You're right again Ron… I don't know what it's like to be you.”

Ron said nothing, but Harry wasn't finished yet, so after a moment to collect his thoughts,
he went on. “Maybe there are some people who only like you because of Ginny, or me, or…or whatever,
but not everyone is that shallow. I know, I like you for who you are, and I'm sure Hermione
does too; even when you're being a git,” Harry said with a smile, hoping Ron would see he
wasn't trying to be mean. “You were my first friend, and best mate. I'd like to at least be
good friends again.”

Ron seemed lost in thought, as he let all that Harry had said sink in. With his eyes still
unfocused, he took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, while at the same time nodding his head a
little in understanding. Harry knew Ron would need some time to think about all that had been said.
As much as Harry wanted their old friendship back to the way it was in the beginning, he knew it
was impossible. Too many things had changed. He had changed. Harry wanted to make sure Ron
understood, “But Ron, you're not my only friend.” When Ron looked up, he went on, “Remember
first year… how you treated Hermione in the beginning?” Harry's gaze turned hard and icy. “I
won't let that happen again Ron, not to anyone. Not to Neville, not to Luna… and especially not
to Hermione.”

“So, I'm not supposed to say anything,” Ron temper flared, “I'm not allowed to defend
myself, or *my* friends, but you are?”

In an effort to calm Ron, Harry smiled, and said softly, “Of course you are Ron. Talk to us,
tell us what's going on, and how you feel, tell us what you think… just don't turn into an
arse and get all shirty with everyone… know what I mean?”

Ron deflated a little, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Happy that the tension seemed to be lessening, Harry changed the subject, “By the way, thanks
for coming to Hermione's demo, I'm sure it meant a lot to her to see you there.”

Ron smiled, “I didn't understand a thing, but I did say I'd root for her.”

Things were looking better, and all Harry could do for now, was hope they'd continue to
improve. He really did want his old friend back.

When Hermione returned, she studied both boys for a second, and then raised a brow and asked in
an amused voice, “You're both smiling… did Draco's hair catch fire or something?”

“Naw, we'd be laughing if that had happened,” Ron answered. “No, we were just talking about
your demo; you did great by the way!”

Hermione's smile grew, “Thanks Ron.”

oOoOo

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**AN:** I don't hate Ron. I don't particularly like him (especially the way JKR wrote
his charater), but I don't hate him, even though I'm painting him in a bad light now. I
have plans for him later, and this is all necessary for them to work out. If you love Ron…try and
hang in there, you might like the end result.

Also, I've been meaning to say this for quite a while now, but I always forget to add this
note. I'd like to give a very special thank you to “**Dementor149**” for not only his
encouragement, but also his help and insight on this story. I'm sure it take a considerable
amount of time to catch all the mistakes and then write then in a review for me. I get no other
help for the most part, so his work is invaluable to me. Additionally, you should check out his
work, I think you find the writing excellent.

And while I'm at it, thank you, to all the rest who have left reviews. They give me the
motivation to continue, and to try harder to make this a better story.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**AN:** Well, here's the chapter I think some of you have been waiting for, I hope it
lives up to your expectations. I've rewritten it three times, and I'm still not sure
I'm happy with it, but we'll see. Please leave me your thoughts.

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**Chapter 14**

**Clarity**

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It was a fairly common practice for the professors to make announcements right after Sunday
night dinner concerning the upcoming week. However, tonight most of the students were waiting for
one announcement in particular; the scores from the last Demonstration.

The Hall quieted down as soon as Professor McGonagall stood and started for the podium.
Inwardly, McGonagall smiled, happy that the students were taking such an interest. When she had
first suggested adding the demonstrations to the tournament, she feared they be viewed as little
more than a sideshow. The fact, that the entire Hall was nearly silent, put that fear to rest.

McGonagall cleared her throat, and began, “First, will all those who participated in the Charms
and Runes Demonstrations, please stand up.” As soon as the last of the twelve students were
standing, she continued, “Hogwarts, and guests, please join me in showing our appreciation for all
of their hard work, and long hours spent, in order to give us twelve very exceptional
demonstrations!” As McGonagall stepped to the side and started to clap, all the professors at the
head table stood and joined her. A moment later, the entire hall was on its feet, clapping, and
cheering as well.

With no small amount of effort, McGonagall was able to get everyone seated again. “Thank you for
your support, both tonight, and at their past demonstrations.” McGonagall paused with a rare smile
on her lips, “And now, what I'm sure most of you have been waiting for…the scores!”

Someone yelled, “YEAH!” and half the hall laughed. Even Dumbledore chuckling for a moment.

“As before, all the results will be posted immediately after the last announcement…now,”
McGonagall caught her breath, and then continued, “Ordinarily, I would only announce the top three
students and their scores. However, as of now, we have a tie for third place, so we'll start
with them.” After pulling a piece of parchment from her robes, McGonagall adjusted her glasses and
began to read, “Currently tied for third place…Miss Nicole Lescuier, and Mr. Miroslav Demetrius
with seventy-four points.” As soon as the cheering died down, she went on, “In second place…Miss
Hermione Granger, with seventy-five points.” She gave Hermione a slight nod of acknowledgement, and
waited for the noise to quiet down once more.

Harry was out of his seat cheering for her, before McGonagall had even finished her name. The
rest of Gryffindor close behind. Hermione was completely overwhelmed by the show of support.

“And finally, the leader after two demonstrations, with a nearly perfect score on her Runic
Demonstration…Miss Marcelle de Louvres from Beauxbaton, with seventy-seven points.” After nearly a
full minute of thunderous applause, McGonagall raised her hands for quiet so she could finish.
“Don't forget to check the tally sheet, and congratulate the rest of the participants. You
might also remind them, that the top scores are very close, and we still have one more
demonstration left, so anyone of several could still take the lead.”

Harry couldn't help but notice, that it seemed her last comment was directed at him. A quick
glance at Hermione and he thought he knew why; she looked just a little…upset. Harry was sure no
one else would have noticed, she schooled her features well. But not well enough to fool him. He
knew she could be a little competitive when it came to academics, but he really didn't think
that, was what was bothering her. *`No, she probably upset with herself; wondering what she
missed, how she could have done better,'* Harry thought, *`maybe, she feels like she let
the school down or something.'* Harry decided not to say anything now, he'd wait until
they were alone, later tonight.

“Dumbledore then walked up and replaced McGonagall at the podium, “Allow me to add my
congratulations to the twelve students, who not only demonstrated outstanding knowledge in Charms
and Runes, but also showed us how, working together, anything can be accomplished.” Dumbledore
tipped his head in a salute to the group, before going on, “I'm sure everyone is anxious to get
back to their common rooms to carry on the celebrations, so let me just give you one more thing to
get excited about.” Dumbledore paused for effect; Harry really did think that he loved being a
showman. “In two days, it will be Valentine's Day…I know at least half of you are looking
forward to then.” Dumbledore laughed at his own joke for a second, while the rest of the Hall
remained quiet. “Well, I shall remember not to go into comedy after retirement. Thank you, and
goodnight,” he finished.

oOoOo

It was a beautiful morning, the sky was just starting to lighten and was slowly changing from a
fiery red to a brilliant deep blue. Up ahead, Harry noticed Luna walking down the path towards
them; she too liked being out in the early morning, but preferred a more casual pace. Harry was so
caught up in the majesty of it all as he ran, he failed to notice the rock sticking out of the
ground at a sharp angle.

“Harry!” Hermione yelled. He had tripped and taken a tumble into a large thorny plant.

“Ow,” Harry yelped as he tried to get up. “Hermione, I'm stuck, er caught on something, can
you help me up?”

Hermione chuckled, “Hold on…” Bending over to help him up, she got a better look at the plants
Harry had fallen into and gasped, “Harry don't move, there is an Asphodel plant growing in here
as well, if you get cut by the thorns, you'll get infected!”

Harry looked down at his bare arms, where he felt several small pricks. He could see a couple of
places where the thorns had broken the skin, and a small trickle of blood was already starting to
run from the wounds. “I think it too late to worry about that Hermione,” he said, just as Luna
arrived.

Hermione chewed her lip for a second, “Okay, hold on while I try and pull some of the branches
out of the way.” Without turning around she added, “Luna once they're free, use your wand to
hold them back okay?” A few minutes later and Harry was free. “Well it doesn't look too bad,
but the plant is poisonous and can cause hallucinations, so we better get you to Madam Pomfrey
right away.”

Hermione then quickly cast the healing charm she had just learned from Alexei, “I don't know
how much good it will do, it wasn't meant to work on plants, but it should help a little.”

“Right, well best get going,” Harry sighed, as he started back towards the castle.

Luna pulled at Hermione's arm as Harry walked ahead and whispered in her ear, “I thought I
saw some Aconite in there as well.”

Hermione gave her a quick nervous glance, “I know, I saw it too.”

He hadn't been that far from the castle when he tripped, so Harry was a little surprised,
that after only a couple of minutes of walking he was already starting to feel funny. First, he
noticed that he was starting to sweat, even though he was only walking and the air was quite cool.
As Harry marched on, he next noticed his vision would blur, then snap back after a moment.

Harry was feeling worse by the second. He knew he was in trouble, when he started losing feeling
in his legs.

They were almost there when Harry stopped. “Hermione, I… I don't feel well…” he wheezed as
he started to sink to his knees.

Hermione caught him, “Come on Harry, just a little bit further.” She hooked his left arm over
her neck and held it tight, while wrapping her right arm around his waist to help him continue.

“Luna run ahead and alert Madam Pomfrey, tell her *everything*.”

“Maybe you should levitate him Hermione,” she said as she start to leave.

“No, he needs to stay conscious… Now go!”

The effects from the Asphodel's poison, were not lethal, and would not normally render
someone unconscious, but the Aconite was. Its poison worked fast, and once someone slipped into
unconsciousness, death was usually quick to follow. Hermione of course knew this. It amazed her,
how something as simple as their regular morning run could turn deadly so fast. She had to wonder
if situation like this were unique to the magical world in general, or just Harry.

Bursting through the doors to the infirmary, Harry finally collapsed unconscious as Hermione
yelled, “Madam Pomfrey!” Both she and Luna were at her side a moment later. With Hermione's
help, Madam Pomfrey managed to get Harry into a bed were she could start to treat him.

A few tense minutes later, after she had healed the cuts, and forced some potions into him, she
turned to face the small crowd that had gathered behind her.

Looking first at a worried Hermione, she said gently, “He'll be okay… you got him here in
time.”

Hermione sank into a chair sitting by the next bed as a tear rolled down her cheek. Nodding her
head a little, she whispered, “Thank you.” Luna quickly pulled another chair over and sat down
beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Pomfrey nodded back once and then turn her attention to her friend, “Minerva, I think some house
points are in order here. Miss Granger's quick thinking and the fast actions of both her and
Miss Lovegood, almost certainly saved Mr. Potter's life.” Again looking at Hermione, “The
healing charm you cast didn't remove the poison, but it did slow it down considerably, well
done. I hate to think what might have happened if you hadn't been with him.

Luna spoke next, “Headmaster, why is Aconite allowed to grow on school grounds?”

Dumbledore turned to the blond-haired Ravenclaw, “Actually my dear, it is not, but alas, like
any weed it has the unfortunate tendency to show up from time to time even though it is most
unwelcome.” Turning to his deputy, “I'll have Hagrid see that it is removed, and then recheck
the grounds for any more.”

Hermione got up and walked over to Harry's bed and took hold of one of his hands. Without
looking back she asked, “Madam Pomfrey, may I stay?”

Seeing as Hermione had probably done more to save Harry's life than anyone else in the room,
she answered without reservation, “Of course.”

oOoOo

He seemed to be floating in a swirl of sights and sounds. Bright colors blazed everywhere, while
talking mixed with laughter and music, filled his ears. In that twilight state between barely
asleep, and almost awake, Harry knew he was dreaming. Where he was or why he was there, he
didn't know, but he felt happy. As his mind became more lucid, he tried to focus, tried to find
a point of reference… and then out of nowhere; as was so common in dreams, she was there…

As a result of Hermione's quick actions and Madam Pomfrey's expert care, it was only a
couple of hours later, that Harry starting to steer towards consciousness. Thanks to the mixed
effects of the potions and the toxin from the plants, Harry had experienced some of the most vivid
dreams he'd ever had. On the verge awaking, Harry try to hold onto some of the images from his
subconscious.

Harry smiled as he opened his eyes, the last vision from his drug-induced dreams was of
Hermione. What little he could currently remember of it wasn't anything spectacular, at least
as far as dreams go. They were simply standing, facing each other by a small table… but there was
more, something else, right on the edge of his memory… something else he couldn't quite
remember at the moment. The only odd thing, was that Hermione had looked to be several years older.
Harry sat up, wondering what that could mean.

A few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and gave him a quick check up and pronounced him
fit to return to class. Surprised, she was letting him go so soon, Harry smiled brightly, as he
thanked her for flushing out the poisons so fast; he had never been released from the infirmary so
soon after an accident. As Harry finished dressing and made ready to leave, he found himself
thinking of the dream. He couldn't help but think that Hermione looked just as pretty, perhaps
even prettier in his vision of the future, and he found himself smiling again. Even though it was
just a dream, Harry was nevertheless glad that Hermione was still there, that they were still
spending time together. Once ready to go Harry put the thoughts aside; he think more about them
later, but for now he needed to get to class.

oOoOo

Early the next morning as Harry lay in bed waiting for his turn to use the boys shower, he
thought back to yesterday, and his dream about Hermione. Now, more relaxed, he found himself
remembering more of the dream.

She was still with him some years into the future, Harry liked that. They were standing
together, facing each other in an average sized room next to a table with soft music playing in the
background. There was a window… no a stained glass window behind Hermione. Harry smiled, the light
coming through it, made her look almost angelic. It was soft and warm, and added golden highlights
to her hair. Hair that was done up special, kind of like how she fixed it for the Ball. There were
other people in the room too, but in Harry's dream, he only had eyes for her. She was so
beautiful.

Harry closed his eyes and smiled, if anyone had walked by just then, they would have surly
wondered just what he was thinking about. Lying there with his eyes closed, he could see the vision
from his dream more clearly. Hermione was wearing white robes… no… it was a white dress, a long
white dress. The table next to them was empty except for a book. Hermione looked so incredibly
happy. Her eyes sparkled with the hint of a tear that seemed on the verge of sliding down her
cheek. It must have been a pretty special occasion, Harry thought.

Harry played the memory of the dream forward. They were standing there staring into each
other's eyes, and then slowly, they leaned in to share a kiss. But this was no ordinary kiss,
it was full of passion and seemed to last an eternity. The love and emotion shared with that kiss
made Harry heart pound, even now. Releasing her to arm's length, he couldn't help but
admirer her.

Harry's eyes snapped open. Hermione's dress… it wasn't just any dress. It was… it
was a wedding dress, the book… a bible. It was Hermione's wedding that he had dreamt about. Why
would he dream about that, and why was she kissing him? Harry didn't know much about love and
marriage, but he was pretty sure you didn't kiss the bride like that… Harry's heart started
beating faster, *`**Oh Merlin, you didn't kiss the bride like that unless… unless, you
were the groom!**'* he thought.

Harry sat up, his pulse was racing, and his breathing was fast and swallow… what did mean? Why
would he dream something like that? Was it just a dream, or was it a vision? Like Hermione, Harry
didn't put much stock in the art of divination, but it had seemed so real, so… natural. Was it
his future? He didn't know, after all he had no way to know for sure. Maybe it was just his
subconscious mind trying to tell him something. With that last thought, Harry sat up straighter.
*`Tell me what?'* He asked himself. That he should be with Hermione, like as a boyfriend?
Or that on some subconscious level, he wanted to be her boyfriend, and marry her some day? She was
his best friend, how did you go from that… to being married?

Not having any experience in romance or love, Harry knew why he was confused. He would've
liked to talk to somebody about it, maybe ask for advice. However the only ones he could think of
to ask were Sirius, or Hermione, and maybe Hermione's parents. The Dursleys were out of the
question, he didn't think they'd know anyway, and the Weasleys, well that would just be way
too awkward. That left Sirius… No way, he'd never hear the end of it if he talked to Sirius. He
certainly couldn't talk to Hermione, and tell her he'd been dreaming of her. And for pretty
much the same reasons, he didn't think it be a good idea to talk to her parents either. No,
he'd just have to work this out on his own.

Seamus walked by wrapped in a towel, “All yours Harry.”

“Thanks,” Harry said after a moment, still lost in thought. Finally he got up, He had a lot to
do, *`And to think about,'* he thought, it was Valentine's Day. By the time Harry had
finished his shower, he had a plan. He still needed a little time to work out the dream and his
feelings, but he knew what he wanted to do today. He may not understand love very well, or his true
feeling for Hermione, but he did know he cared for her very much, and today he was going to show
her. After making a few plans with Dobby, he sat down and started a letter.

oOoOo

Considering Harry's condition, Hermione had planned only a very light workout. Coming down
the stairs, the first thing Hermione noticed, was that Harry wasn't dressed for running,
"Harry, what's wrong, don't you feel well?" She asked.

Harry smiled, the concern in her voice was evident. "Morning Hermione, and I'm
fine," he said as he stood up to greet her. "Dumbledore, was kind enough to give everyone
the day off, so I thought, why not make the most of it... let's just have some fun today,
okay?"

Hermione blinked, "Well this is unexpected... but, okay."

"Great, why don't you go change, and I'll wait right here."

Hermione nodded and turn around, half way back up, she stopped. "Harry... you've got
something planned, don't you?" She said, part question, part statement.

Harry laughed, "Of course... fun!" Then he started shooing her back up the stairs,
"hurry up, go on..."

Hermione shook her head, but smiled. Harry loved to surprise her. Hermione smile grew as she
thought, *`**And* *I like it* *when he does**.'*

oOoOo

Hermione sat down a little while later at a small table, with an amused smile on her face.
"The kitchens Harry?"

Harry just looked back at her with a smirk and said, "Well, we can't go to Hogsmeade,
and it's too cold outside, so... if a bloke wants a private breakfast with his best friend...
this is it," he finished as he gestured around.

Hermione looked around and shook her head, but wore a brilliant smile, "Its lovely
Harry." The table was covered with a white linen, and sitting in the middle was a small vase
of flowers. All the elves were wearing little outfits covered with tiny hearts and cupids in
celebration of Valentine's Day. "Where's Dobby?" she asked, after looking
around.

"I'm glad you asked," Harry said, before wiggling his eyebrows and calling,
"Dobby!"

A half second later, Dobby popped in, right next to Hermione wearing the most outlandish red and
white Valentine's outfit she'd ever seen. "Happy Valentine's Day Harry Potter
sir," and then quickly turning to Hermione, he added, "happy Valentine's Day, Miss
Harry Potter's Grangy.”

Harry laughed, while Hermione smiled at the way he had addressed her. “You look smashing Dobby,
and happy Valentine's Day to you.”

Dobby beamed at both of them, “Thank Yous Miss Grangy, are yous ready to eat?”

Hermione looked at Harry, who only nodded yes, “That would be wonderful Dobby.”

Dobby bounced on the balls of his feet with a huge smile, and a moment later, he popped away,
only to return with all their favorites for breakfast, just the way they liked them.

"Thank you Dobby," said Harry kindly.

"Yes, thank you Dobby," added Hermione.

"Yous both welcome,” Dobby answered, and then with a coy smile said, "Dobby is hoping
yous are both being happy today," before popping away again.

"He's so sweet," said Hermione, "we should come down here more often, just to
visit."

Harry thought about it for a second, then nodded, "Yeah, we should."

About halfway through breakfast, Harry suddenly stopped. "Oh, I can't believe I almost
forgot, what with Dobby and all,” Harry said, before reaching into his robes and pulling out a
card, and a letter. Harry cleared his throat and said with a nervous smile, "Happy
Valentine's Day Hermione," as he handed both to her.

"Oh Harry, you shouldn't have," she said in a gentle voice. Opening the card
first, she read the inscription, and Hermione's voice hitched a little when she said,
"Thank you Harry, its perfect." She had gotten a card for Harry, but had been unsure of
how he'd react, and so hadn't given it to him yet. However, after reading his, she felt
that he would receive it, in the spirit in which it was meant. She considered him to be her dearest
friend, and he was special to her in so many ways. She pulled out her card and handed it to Harry.
Smiling shyly, she said softly, “This is for you.” Then, looking down at the letter, she asked,
"What's this?"

Now it was Harry's turn to speak softly, "It's a letter." Seeing her raise a
brow, he knew she expected a better explanation. "You know how we used to write to each other,
during summer?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes."

"Well, I... I kind of miss doing that."

"But we see each other every day, what..."

"It's not the same Hermione.” Harry smiled slowly and tilted his head slightly as if
unsure of himself, "With the letters, it's more... personal, more private." Harry ran
a hand nervously through his hair, “I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. There is still a
few things I haven't quite worked out, but… well some, I… I wanted you to know now. I
didn't want to wait any longer.” Harry nodded towards the letter, “Go ahead.”

Hermione slowly nodded her head as understanding took hold. Without saying anything else, she
slid her thumb under the flap of the envelope opening it, and pulled out the letter.

.

.

Dear Hermione,

You must think I've gone completely mad; writing you a letter, while we are still at school.
You might even be reading this, while I'm in the same room. What you need to understand is,
that sometimes, (for me anyway,) it's easier to say things with words on paper, than to voice
them out loud. I think it's because you have time to think about exactly what it is you're
trying to say. You can find the right words to express not only your thoughts, but your feelings as
well.

Thinking about this day, made me think about my friends, which led me to think about you. Here
we are, more than halfway through the school year, and the blasted tournament, and I haven't
thanked you properly. I know I have said it before, but I want to say it again, and I want you to
know that I mean it from the bottom of my heart. And yes, I remember what you said, that I'd
never have to, but I think I do. You deserve to know that you are not only needed, but that you are
appreciated.

I don't think you realize just how much you do for others, especially for me, and you ask
for nothing in return. But you don't have to take my word for it; go and ask Natalie, a mere
first-year, ask her, if all those long talks you shared with her, helped. Go ask Neville or Ron
what their grades would be like without your help.

Honestly Hermione, how you do it, I really don't know, but I for one couldn't be more
grateful.

I had always considered Ron to be my best friend, my *best mate*. Maybe because he was my
first real friend, or maybe it was just because he said it was so. How foolish I have been. You
don't become someone's best friend just because you were first, or because you want it to
be that way. It's your actions, and the way you treat your friends, that tell the true
story.

It's been quite obvious for a while now; Ron was never my best friend, and sometimes it
seemed as though he was not even a friend at all. However, since that horrible day with the troll
back in first year, you Hermione, have always been a friend, my friend; even when I wasn't one
to you. You stood by me, right or wrong. In my mind, there's no doubt about it; you Hermione,
are my best friend. You have been for a long time; I was just too stupid to see it.

I decided to write all this in a letter, because I wanted you to have some tangible proof that
you could hold in your hand, and know that I mean every word. I wanted you to know how incredibly
lucky I feel having met you. How fortunate I feel having you in my life. I can only hope that never
changes.

Thank you, for being you Hermione, and for sharing yourself with me.

Friends Forever,

Harry

.

.

After reading the letter twice; the second time a little more slowly than the first, Hermione
carefully folded it back up and placed it back in the envelope for safekeeping. Hermione knew Harry
had cared, that he was thankful for all her help. She probably knew it before he did. And of course
she knew that he valued their friendship. She had known all these things through his actions. Harry
rarely told you things directly, like those that he said in the letter. Instead, it seemed Harry
was better at just showing you how he felt. Sometimes, it was as simple as a genuine smile or a
hug. Sometimes it was a bit more, like taking a friend to a private breakfast. Small on words, yet
big on actions, and now it would seem, he found yet another way to express himself.

Hermione hadn't realized that she'd been crying until she looked up, that's when she
felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. Setting the envelope down, she reached across the table and
took both of Harry's hands in hers. Hermione took a moment and just stared at him, marveling at
how he had become so special to her. It was the first time she had ever received a Valentine's
card. It was also the first time on this special day, she hadn't felt sad and alone. She was
his best friend, and he was certainly hers.

"Oh Harry, that was...” she paused a second, and then with a soft smile, she nodded to
herself. “No, I'm just going to say thank you. The rest... I think I'll put in a
letter."

Harry smiled back, "You had me worried there for a second, what, with all those
tears."

"Happy tears Harry, happy tears."

For the next couple of minutes, both sat quietly, content with just looking at each other.
Neither wanted to say anything, for fear of ruining the moment. It was so rare to have time, to
just sit with each other and not worry about school, or the tournament, or any of the little
problems, life seem to throw their way, they both just wanted it to last as long as possible.

As Hermione stared at Harry, He seemed to drift away for a moment, lost in thought. Clearly
there was more on his mind, and judging by the simple but cute smile on his face, it must not have
been a bad thought. A second later he seemed to snap out of it and he refocused on her.

"You're in a good mood then," Harry finally said, "cause the day is only
getting started."

"Oh?"

"That's right... play your cards right young lady, and you might just earn a sunset
broom ride."

Hermione laughed, "I see." Then, doing on her best impression of Professor McGonagall
she added, "Low and slow Harry?"

Harry sobered for a second, then with eyebrows raised, and an impish smile, he asked,
"Don't you trust me Hermione?"

Hermione smile returned in full force, "Always."

oOoOo

After putting the finishing touches on an essay that was due in a couple of days, Hermione sat
in the quiet of the library and thought back to the last couple of days. Tuesday; Valentine's
Day, was by far the best day of the week. Harry had treated her like a queen all day long, and he
had made good his promise on a slow and gentle broom ride right at sunset; Hogwarts had never
looked so beautiful. It had been a perfect day. Going to sleep that night, Hermione had only been
slightly disappointed in the day events; she had hoped somewhat remotely, that Harry just might
tell her, that he liked her as more than just a friend. She knew without a doubt, that Harry cared
for her very much. She knew that he loved her, not romantically, but in his own way, even though he
had never said it. Deep down she knew it was unlikely he ever would, but still she had hoped.

The next couple of days, things started to return to normal with only two exceptions, Harry
seemed a little out of sorts about something, sometimes she would catch him staring. The other
thing was he still felt a little weak from the toxins. Tomorrow was Saturday, and they were going
to start back up running. Hermione was hoping to sit him down afterwards and have a talk. It was
about time and well over due, she needed to tell him a few things, and maybe… just maybe get some
answers to her own concerns.

oOoOo

Stepping through the portrait hole into the common room after their morning run, Hermione said,
“Well that was kind of short, but I'm sure you'll be back in top shape in no time.” Then
turning to look at Harry she asked, “What do you have planned for today?”

Harry turned to Hermione, “Hun?”

“Honestly Harry, what's on your mind, you've been somewhere else all morning?”

“Oh, ah sorry, I was just thinking about… the next task… you know, the lake and all.” It was
true, he had briefly thought about it, but it wasn't what had been on his mind all morning, he
just didn't want to talk about that yet.

Hermione studied Harry a moment, He'd never been this out of sorts before a task. She had to
wonder if he knew more about what was coming, than he had told her about, or if it was something
else. “You okay, do you want to talk about it?”

Harry turned away, “No, I, ah… I'm fine.”

Hermione raised a brow, he seemed elusive, and he had never been like this with her before. She
decided to give him some time; it would just be one more thing to talk about later. “Well, if you
change your mind.” Then heading for the stairs she added, “I'm going to get a shower, then try
and get some work done for next week after breakfast, want to join me?”

Harry's brow disappeared into his hair line.

Hermione realized how her last comment might have been misinterpreted and laughed, “In the
library Harry… boys, really.”

“Oh ah, sure,” Harry said sheepishly, and then again seemed to get lost in thought.

However, after breakfast Harry begged off on the library, and told her that instead, he was
going to take a long walk around the lake to clear his head. Hermione watched him walk away and
felt a tiny prang of hurt, that he felt he couldn't talk to her about whatever was troubling
him. She thought they were growing closer, but now she wasn't sure as her old insecurities
bubbled back up.

oOoOo

Since waking up in the infirmary a few days ago, and remembering the dream, whenever his
thoughts were idle, Harry mind would drift back to Hermione, to kissing her, and to sharing a
future with her. For the last couple of days he'd been giving it a lot of thought.

According to the dream, she would be in his future, that much made sense, they were best friends
after all. Unless something terrible happened, of course she'd be in his future. But they were
getting married! What did that mean? He wasn't sure. Best friends didn't just get married,
and they sure didn't kiss like that. *`What about the Yule Ball?'* a little voice in
his head asked. True, he had kissed her then; Harry smiled remembering that night. But he
hadn't set out to do it, he had acted purely on instinct. He still didn't know exactly why
he had done it, somehow he had known it was just the right thing to do at the time. Then there was
the fact that they had never talked about it. Surely, if Hermione wanted more, she would have
brought it up… Right? *`Maybe not,'* his little voice answered. Maybe she understood why
he had done it, even if he didn't; she was smart like that. But this kiss was different, and to
get married… People who loved each other got married. That's what made the dream kiss different
too… love.

Did he love her… he didn't know. When he kissed her at the Ball, did he kiss her out of
love? Maybe… Again, he didn't know. How could he, he'd never experienced love, at least not
that he could remember. His parents must have loved him of course, he was sure of that, but he
didn't remember any of it. Sirius, and the Weasleys probably loved him, but that was somehow
different, wasn't it? Maybe Hermione loved him; actually he was pretty sure she did, but did
she love him like a wife would love a husband? Harry didn't know, maybe he'd never know.
What if he was incapable of love? Hermione deserved to be with someone who wasn't flawed, or
broken. Still, maybe he could learn. Or maybe he was just making this whole thing out to be more
than it really was. Maybe in time he'd know.

Harry sat at the base of an old oak tree by the edge of the lake and stared out over the water.
He'd been out here since morning, thinking, trying to imagine what a future with Hermione might
be like. For a moment he tried to imagine her with someone else, where he wasn't in her life,
but he couldn't. It was getting dark and he had already missed dinner, and Harry knew Hermione
would worry if he stayed out any longer. Still at a loss as to what to do exactly, Harry got up and
headed for the castle, at least now he thought he understood the dream.

oOoOo

Right after entering the common room, Harry spotted Hermione sitting on the floor in front of
the fire doing school work, no doubt working on a paper that wasn't even due for at least a
week. He stopped and watched her for a moment. She had three different books open in front of her,
parchment spread out, and a quill in her hand that she would occasionally chew on. She was in her
realm. It was the essences of Hermione. The scene really wasn't all that different from the
vision of her from the future. The fire light painted her face in soft warm tones, and put dancing
catch lights in her eyes. It even gave her hair that same golden glow. Just like the future
Hermione, this one was beautiful too.

Harry liked what he saw, he couldn't help but smile, it made him feel… warm inside. Harry
cherished times like this, quiet times, alone with Hermione. He certainly enjoyed being in her
company; more so than anyone else's. He liked holding her hand; he never knew skin could feel
so soft. And when she hugged him…he always wished she'd hold him, just a little bit longer. And
remembering the one kiss they had shared, the one he'd never forget… it left him blissful. That
night, holding Hermione in his arms, he had never felt so contented, he remembered thinking how
nice it would be if it could last forever…

Realization struck like a Bludger to the chest… he wanted that future.

But what if it was just his teenage hormones? No, if that were true, he'd feel that way
around other girls as well. He had only kissed one other girl, Brigitte, and it was nowhere near
the same. No quickening of the heart, or little butterflies in his stomach. There had been no
excitement, no wanting to curse the air for needing to stop and breathe. *`Plus, who did you
think of, what face did you see?'* his nagging little voice asked. Hermione… even now, just
thinking of her made him smile like the famed Cheshire cat, and he realized just being around her
made him happy. Holding her hand while they walked, put a dance in his step. He realized, he liked
the way his heart raced when he was holding her.

Maybe that's what love is!

Could it be that simple? Harry could hardly breathe, the thought was so enlightening. It was
only a short jump to the next one, did he love Hermione… Merlin, he thought he just might.

As Harry stared at Hermione, his heart was pounding so loud he thought she might hear it. The
implications of this new found wisdom were just so incredible. Harry couldn't believe how
blindly stupid he'd been not to see what was right in front of him all this time.

Suddenly, it was all so clear!

Getting married like in the dream wouldn't happen for a long time, he could think more about
that later, but in the meantime…

Did he want to be her boyfriend? The idea certainly appealed to him, and now with his new
clarity of thought, he was sure of it. She was pretty… no, she was beautiful, he corrected himself.
Anybody who thought differently had only to think back to the Yule Ball. But it wasn't just her
looks, she was the most caring person he knew. She was brilliant beyond compare, and had more
courage than Gryffindor himself, Harry was sure of it. As beautiful on the outside as she was, she
was even more beautiful on the inside.

That was the crux of the problem; did he want to be her boyfriend? Yes, there was no doubt about
that now. Could he be her boyfriend, was he good enough for her? He didn't know, he certainly
didn't think so… hell, nobody was. Not to mention, he didn't know the first thing about
being a boyfriend, *`I**'d probably* *muck it up* *badly,**'* he
thought dejectedly. Then again, maybe he was getting himself all worked up for nothing, maybe
Hermione didn't even want a boyfriend.

As he moved further into the room, Hermione noticed him, and waved him over. Motioning for him
to sit down, she asked quietly, “Hey, how are you feeling?”

Harry noticed she looked tired, the usual spark was absent from her eyes. “I'm okay,” he
answered evasively, he wasn't quite ready to reveal his newfound insights.

Hermione looked down and started to worry the edge of her parchment. “Oh,” was all she said.

It only took Harry a second to figure out that Hermione wasn't tired, she was upset. He
quickly ran through the day, trying to find the cause. Nothing came to him, but that was
understandable since he hadn't been around all day… Again realization struck, only this time it
felt like the Hogwarts Express. *`How stupid can you get,'* he thought. This was a perfect
example of why he didn't think he would be a good boyfriend.

“Hermione… please look at me.” Harry asked softly. And when she looked up, Harry said, “I'm
so sorry. I've hurt your feelings again and I didn't mean to. I'm so stupid, I went off
by myself without telling you why. I just needed to get away, and… It wasn't you, I…I just
needed to…”

Hermione could tell Harry was panicking, and was starting to ramble, if she was going to find
out what was bothering him she had to stop him from going on. Holding up her hand, she said, “Harry
stop.” His mouth snapped shut, and she smiled at how fast he reacted. “Harry, I… Oh Harry, I just
want to help. Are you feeling better, did you work out whatever was bothering you?”

Calming down, Harry stared at her for a long moment and then thought, *`Yeah, loads, I think I
love you,'* but instead, he asked simply, “Hermione, do you ever think about the future,
have you ever dreamt about it?”

Hermione sat back, whatever she expected, this wasn't it. Harry never seemed to worry about
the future before, why now? “Yes, sometimes. Are you worried about the future Harry?”

“No, well sometimes, but this isn't about…” Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
while gathering his thoughts. “What I mean is… when you think of the future, do you see yourself
with anyone, you know… together?”

Hermione grew quiet and turned her eyes down to the floor, she was getting an idea of where
Harry was trying to go with the conversation. She knew this conversation would come someday. Harry
Potter was not only a handsome and powerful wizard, he was famous as well. Hermione had known this
from pretty much the first year, and so when she started to develop romantic feelings for him, she
buried them deep inside, knowing he'd never see her the same way she saw him. That had worked
fairly well, and she was content just to be his best friend. When he kissed her at the Yule Ball,
those feelings came rushing back with a vengeance, and now she was finding them nearly impossible
to ignore. However, knowing she would never be more than just his friend, she had convinced herself
that she should just enjoy the time and closeness spent together while it lasted. She knew, sooner
or later he'd notice another girl, a girl far prettier than her, and slowly they would drift
apart, and eventually he would forget her. She would then go on alone. Like before Hogwarts, she
would live a quiet life of intellectual solitude. But just because she was resigned to that fate,
didn't mean she welcomed it.

Hermione had hoped this wouldn't happen for at least another year or so, but it seemed she
had underestimated him, and now their time would be cut short.

She was sure, he was about to tell her about a dream he had about some beautiful girl. He
didn't know it; how could he, but he was about to break her heart. She fought to hold back the
tears that threatened to fall, she'd do that for Harry. Later when she was alone… then she
would let them go.

Hermione had been quiet for a long time and Harry began to worry, “Hermione?” When she looked
up, the eyes that Harry loved so much told him something was desperately wrong. They were full of
pain and sadness. Suddenly she looked so lost, and lonely. Why? Was it something he had said? Curse
him a thousand times if he had. He moved closer, so he was sitting right in front of her,
“Hermione?” he asked again softly.

“Yes Harry, I've thought about the future, and no, I'm not with… anyone.” The last part
coming out as barely a whisper, as her eyes again looked away.

Harry was shocked. Why? She could have her pick of most any guy around. He was so surprised, he
asked without thinking, “Why not?”

Hermione sat rock still for a few seconds, then her shoulders slumped and she seemed to collapse
in on herself. She let out a shaky breath, as if about to reveal a terrible secret. Apparently,
this was something she had thought about before. It was something that bothered her a great deal,
and she had kept it to herself, at least until now. Harry briefly thought of telling her it was
alright, that it was none of his business, and that she didn't have to say anymore, but he
wanted to know, he needed to know, and he thought that somehow, she needed to tell him.

“Because Harry, I know who I am. I'm the bossy little bookworm. The boring know-it-all, who
would rather read a book than have any real fun. I'm plain, simple, and boring, the good friend
you keep in the background. I don't think anyone would dream of a future with me.”

Harry didn't hesitate, the words were out of his mouth almost before she had finished, “I
would,” Harry said softly.

Hermione turned quickly and stared at Harry with wide eyes, pinning him in place with a
intensity he rarely saw. “What?”

“I would,” he said again, with a little more conviction.

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head. She knew he was only trying to be nice, but to hear
him say something like that, hurt far more than he could know, “Harry, please don't say things
you don't really mean.”

Harry reach out with one hand and gently took one of hers, and with his other he reached up and
cupped her face gently, forcing her to look at him, “Hermione I meant it. I would… and I have.”

Hermione stared back at him, and Harry saw the pain and sadness slowly turn to hope. The look of
loneliness started to fade, as the spark in her eyes relit. Without waiting for anything else to be
said, Harry leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Her breath caught just a little, but she
didn't pull away and she closed her eyes. He press them more fully to hers. Hermione moved a
hand up to the back of his neck, and gently pulled him closer, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.
Remembering the kiss they had shared at the Ball, he opened his mouth a little, encouraging her to
do the same, and they tasted each other for the first time since Christmas.

The kiss was both tender and passionate at the same time. It showed the deep respect and love
they had for each other in its tenderness, and the desire to fulfill the other's greatest dream
in its passion.

A few moments later they broke apart, but only a bit, as they rested their foreheads against
each other. They stared at each other, neither quite believing what had just happened. Hermione saw
the truth in his eyes, but was so overwhelmed with emotion, she just had to make sure… “Harry… did
you mean to do that?” She whispered.

Harry brought his other hand up and gently held her face. Using his thumbs, he softly wiped away
the tears on her cheek as he nodded he head yes with a bright smile.

Hermione smiled back, and a moment later she pulled back a little more and asked with a shy
smile, “Did you really dream of me?”

Harry colored a little, “Actually, I dreamt of kissing you.”

Hermione liked the sound of that, so this time she leaned in, and they shared their second kiss
of the night. She was amazed at how natural it was already beginning to fell… kissing Harry. After
they parted, she asked, “Harry, what does all this mean? The dreaming, the kissing…” She ducked her
head a moment, before looking back up, red in the cheeks. “What you said, does it mean you want us
to be… together, like a couple?”

Harry answered again without hesitating, “Yeah, I'd like that. Is that something you might
want?” He asked hopefully.

Hermione sat back a bit and thought, her brow crinkled, and her lips pressed tight, but it only
lasted a fraction of a second. She didn't think she had ever come to a conclusion so fast
before. Never in her wildest dreams, did she think she'd have a boyfriend, and certainly not
Harry Potter! Smiling, she realized that this was what had him so preoccupied lately, he'd
obviously given this a lot of thought. He was serious, he wasn't just saying all this to be
nice.

Hermione's smile seemed to reach from ear to ear, “I'd like that very much.”

Harry smile grew also, “Then… I have a girlfriend?”

Hermione nodded, “You do.” Then in a flurry of action, Hermione swept books, parchment, quill
and all, into her book bag. Jumping up, she began pacing in front of the fireplace, a ball of
excited energy. Pure Hermione. “Merlin… Harry Potter is my boyfriend,” she said as she stopped and
turned to face him, “you're my boyfriend!” She said, still a little astonished by the fact.

Harry couldn't blame her for being a little disconcerted, after all it had happened pretty
fast, and he'd had a few days to come to grips with it. Harry stood up chuckling and nodded, “I
am.”

Hermione almost giggled she was so excited, she wanted to tell everyone the fantastic news.
*`Oh… Ginny,'* as soon as she thought of her she stopped pacing, and Hermione's
enthusiasm diminished, and of course, Harry noticed.

“Hermione?” He asked, as he stood and walked over to her.

“Harry, you know Ginny fancies you,” Hermione said, part question, part statement.

“Well, I wasn't really sure… but yeah I kind of thought… maybe, but what does that…”

“Nothing Harry, it doesn't change a thing about us, but she's my friend Harry, I need to
tell her. She deserves to know.”

“Then, we'll tell her together.”

Hermione's smile returned, she was really beginning to like that word.

Now, she just stood in front of him staring up into his eyes, smiling, and Harry thought it was
a beautiful sight. Her happiness and joy was so easy to see. It radiated out from her, and warmed
the room. It made everything around her, brighter… and more alive.

Harry would have loved to have stayed there with her all night just holding her, but it was
already past midnight. He also knew, she need a little time to process their new status. He reached
out and touched her arm, “It's late… we should turn in.” Hermione nodded. “Do you think I could
get a hug goodnight?” He asked sheepishly.

Hermione didn't bother to answer, she just stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
“Harry, you're my boyfriend now, you don't have to ask,” she said gently, as she rested her
head against his chest.

“Oh…” Was all he said as he wondered what else came with that privilege. He smiled at the
thought that he couldn't wait to find out.

oOoOo

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**AN:** I would like to give credit to MissAnn Thorpic for her story “Vox Corporis”; it was
very inspirational for me, in writing this chapter.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

**AN:** I hate it when work interferes with my writing. Also, thanks for reading this, and to
all of you who reviewed.

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**Chapter 15**

**The Meaning of a Touch**

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Harry knew he wasn't perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination. When he came to
Hogwarts, he was timid and unsure, the Dursleys saw to that. But even back then without trying,
Harry had stood out. He had an unwavering moral compass that just couldn't seem to let an
injustice go unchallenged. Really, all he wanted was to fit in, and be normal for a change, but
soon after arriving fate showed him she had other plans. Ron wasn't a bad bloke, not really,
but he did have a habit of saying things without thinking, sometimes hurtful. His red hair seemed a
perfect match for his fiery temper, which more often than not got him into trouble. Still, he had
been his first friend, and at the time a much needed one. Hermione too, had issues. It wasn't
so much as being a bookworm, or a know-it-all, but rather she just didn't know how to interact
with kids her own age. She acted more like an adult, than an eleven-year-old girl. Hermione tended
to use her knowledge as a weapon, and her books as a shield. She was a bossy little girl with no
apparent friends.

It was those three unique individuals and their personalities that Fate had brought together
that first October, three misfits as Hagrid liked to call them. At first they seemed to balance
each other out; one calm and rational, the other, excited and impulsive. One insensitive, the other
caring. One bossy and rule abiding, the other easy going and quick to forget the rules. That was
the glue that welded their friendship. However, time has a way of changing people, including
children. By the end of third year, that balance had seemed to tip. Harry had learned to open up
and talk to his friends, which lead to him gaining confidence. While Hermione stopped acting so
bossy, and started enjoying being a kid. She learned she could trust her friends as much or even
more than adults. But Ron never found a way to curb his temper. It seemed the older he got, the
nastier his remarks, and the longer he'd stay mad.

Harry had already started to see those changes in Ron, but what surprised him was, he hadn't
noticed Hermione's or his. It would seem the balance point had slipped from between the three
of them to a point between him and Hermione. Harry still wanted Ron as a friend and was willing to
work for it, but there were limits. Hermione's friendship however, was different. He'd do
more than just work for it, he'd fight for it. There were no limits, because she meant that
much more to him.

oOoOo

Harry felt the foot of his bed dip just a little, and for a moment thought Hermione might have
sneaked in to wake him. A second later a soft rumbling told him who was really there. “Hello
Crookshanks, time to get up already?” It seemed Hermione's personal four-legged alarm clock had
decided to add him to the wake-up call list. He gave the ginger cat a quick scratch behind the ears
and then pulled the covers back and started to get ready for their morning run. If Crookshanks was
here, that meant that Hermione was already up. Harry made every effort to hurry, he was anxious to
see her. He wondered briefly about what to say. *`Hello babe,'* Merlin no. *`Good
morning honey,'* nope, too… weird. Should he give her a good morning kiss, or just a hug? He
didn't know. By the time Harry was ready, he still had no idea as to how to act or what to say,
so in the end he decided to just try and act normal. He would ask Hermione what she thought about
it later.

Hermione had been sitting down in the common room since it was barely light, composing a letter
to Harry. She had drifted off to sleep last night well past midnight, but still found herself awake
earlier than normal. Her regular dreams replaced by the memory of Harry kissing her in front of the
fire last night. A memory so strong it woke her, refusing to stay in just her subconscious. It
seemed too incredible to believe, but he had asked her to be his girlfriend. He wanted to be with
her, in the same way she wanted to be with him. She could still feel his touch, and already longed
to be in his arms again. The feel of his lips on hers… his kiss, it sent a tidal wave of sensation
through her that curled her toes and left her wanting more.

Dressed in her exercise clothes, she sat and waited patiently for Harry with a smile on her face
as she remembered last night. She could hardly wait to see Harry again. Crookshanks came running
down the stairs and jumped up on the couch next to her, obviously looking for some attention, which
she was more than willing to give. “Hello boy, did you manage to wake Harry?” Crookshanks just gave
her a look that clearly said she should never doubt his feline abilities. Hermione laughed softly,
“Well okay then, thank you.”

With the thought of Harry coming down any minute now, Hermione couldn't help feel a bit
anxious all of a sudden. What would he do when he saw her…? What should she do? Now that she was
his girlfriend, how was she supposed to act? A bit of da-ja-vu as she remembered meeting him the
morning after the Ball. Crookshanks gave a soft mew and pawed her hand. Hermione looked down and
saw the letter she had written and smiled. She'd wait and see and then play it by ear. Actions
were better than words, and so for now she'd let his guide hers. Like she had said in her
letter, no matter what, they'd always be friends.

Harry stopped on the last landing on his way down to the common room and looked down. Hermione
was sitting on the couch with what looked like some school work on her lap. Her head was back and
her eyes were closed. Crookshanks was curled up next to her enjoying a scratch. She had her hair
pulled back into a pony-tail, and she was wearing her running clothes. But it was the smile on her
face that stole his breath away, she looked so happy. Harry couldn't help but smile too, it was
that infectious. Harry thought back to last night and remembered how shocked he had been, that she
thought no one would want to be with her. And then even more surprising, that she had been
harboring feeling for him! Looking at her now, he saw her in a new light. Relaxed and unguarded; a
sight most would never see, and yet one he'd seen many times before only because he bothered to
look. Now however, he saw just how beautiful and special she really was. He still found it hard to
believe that anyone as perfect as her could have feeling for someone like him.

Hermione looked up just then and found Harry smiling at her. He noticed and came down the rest
of the way into the room and stopped a couple of feet in front of her as she stood to meet him. Her
plan to just play it by ear flew out the window as they just stood and stared into each other's
eyes. He seemed as lost as she was, on how to proceed. She realized, he almost certainly knew less
about relationships than she did, which wasn't much unfortunately. Harry was obviously
searching for something to say.

Hermione chewed her bottom lip, also desperate to find something to say to ease the tension.

That simple act was so Hermione, Harry couldn't help but give her a timid smile.

That was all it took, they were back on familiar ground. This was the Harry she knew so well…
her Harry… yes, she could call him that now, and she smiled at the thought. She took the last
couple of steps and stood right in front of him returning his growing smile with one of her own.
Standing there, she admired him; her boyfriend, *`That will take some getting used to,*'
she thought. He had grown, both taller and broader since the start of term, it was okay for her to
notice things like that now.

The brief ungainly moment of insecurity and indecision about the morning after had passed. Harry
looked down and reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers.

Hermione beamed up at him. The awkwardness had only lasted a few seconds; no words were needed,
because they knew how they felt. Together they turned and left for their run.

oOoOo

On their way to breakfast later that morning Harry finally asked Hermione what he had been
thinking about during their run. Taking her hand, he pulled her to the side of the hall,
“Hermione…”

“Yes,” she answered, as she slowed to a stop. She could tell by the tone of his voice that
something was troubling him.

“I was wondering…” Harry glanced around to make sure no one was within listening range. “I was…
wondering…”

Hermione moved a little closer, hoping to encourage him.

“The other night, when I… kissed you.”

Hermione smiled involuntarily, but a moment later it faded as her insecurities made a showing,
“Oh, Harry… please don't say… you don't regret that…”

“No!” Harry almost shouted, “no of course not. Just the opposite actually,” his finished a
little more quietly.

Hermione's smile returned as her cheeks reddened slightly. Tilting her head, she asked,
“Then what?”

“I'd like to do that again, but… I'm not sure...” Harry ran a hand though his already
impossibly messy hair, “I don't know what's appropriate, I… I don't want to embarrass
you, or make you mad…” Harry sighed and looked down, “I don't know when it's okay to… or
even when I can just touch you,” he finished lamely.

Hermione smiled, he was so sweet. Harry had known so little of kindness growing up, and yet he
showed it so easily. So courageous and yet he was afraid of upsetting her. “Harry, I think you
already know.” At his confused look, she glanced down at their joined hands.

Harry looked down too and nodded, but she knew he was still uncertain. “Harry, would you be
comfortable snogging in the Great Hall during dinner in front of everybody?”

Harry turned red and shook his head, “No.”

“Neither would I,” Hermione said softly. “But I certainly wouldn't mind holding your hand,
or having your arm around me while we sat together.” Catching his eye she went on, “I'm not a
big fan of making a big public display, but I'm not afraid or ashamed of showing some affection
to someone I care deeply about. I don't want the professors to get mad at us, and I don't
really want to be talked about like Ron and Lavender… but the rest is probably okay.”

Harry looked a little relieved, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Hermione answered with a coy smile. Then after looking up and down the hall, she
smirked, “Harry, do you want to kiss me now?”

Harry caught on; Hermione liked the idea of kissing as much as he did, she just wanted it to be
more personal, and more private. So Harry too looked up and down the hall, and after finding it
clear, answered in barely a whisper, “Yes, I do…”

The kiss wasn't as passionate as the one last night; they were out in an open hallway after
all, but it still sent shivers down her spine. “Any more questions Harry?”

Harry just shook his head no. Who would have known, there was a bit of a minx in his
Hermione.

After one more stolen kiss, they figured they had pushed their luck far enough for the time
being. It seemed they had quickly gotten passed another awkward step in their new relationship.
Content for now, they walked hand in hand the rest of the way to the Great Hall. Just before
entering, Hermione turned towards Harry and gave him a nervous look.

Harry squeezed her hand, telling her it would be alright. He knew Hermione was worried Ginny
might make a scene when they broke the news to her. As they pushed through the main doors, he let
go of her hand, but he stayed close. He didn't want to get Ginny riled up any sooner than
necessary. He also knew she was as proud to be his girlfriend as he was to be her boyfriend, she
just didn't want them to be the center of a spectacle.

Walking in, they spotted Ginny sitting with a group of friends. They stopped opposite her, and
Hermione got her attention. “Ginny, you got a minute, we need to tell you something.”

Ginny looked up with a smile on her face, “Sure”

Hermione ticked her head to the right, towards an empty spot further down the table.

Ginny glanced left, then back at Hermione. That's when she noticed Harry's stance, He
was braced for a fight… But with who? Ginny's smile was replaced with a more serious look,
“What's this about?”

“Ginny Please.”

Ginny eyed them both suspiciously for a moment, as if expecting a prank, then realizing they
were serious, she stood up, “Fine.”

The first thing Ginny noticed after she sat down again, was how close Harry and Hermione were
sitting to each other. The only way Hermione could get closer, was if she sat in his lap.

“Ginny, I… we wanted to…” Hermione hesitated. She looked down at the table to gather her
thoughts, and a moment later looked back up. This time though, there was a look of determination in
her eyes. She no longer looked hesitant, or unsure. “Ginny, do you remember that talk we had in the
library a couple of months ago, about not wanting to fight?”

The tips of Ginny's ears turned red. She might have gotten over her shyness around Harry,
but she sure didn't want to talk about her feelings for him while he was sitting right in front
of her. Ginny nodded yes, not quite trusting her voice.

“Ginny I still don't want to fight… but things have changed.”

Ginny's embarrassment slowly turned to anger, “Is that so, changed how exactly?” She
demanded.

Suddenly, Harry felt angry; he didn't like the sound of her tone.

Hermione sighed, “I told you I'd figure out my feelings, and”

“And as soon as you did, you ran straight to Harry. You knew that I…”

“Stop it!” Harry said forcefully. Ginny was working up to a full head of steam, one that he had
seen far too many times with Ron. Harry hoped to douse that famous Weasley temper, before it caught
fire. “I don't know anything about this fight you're both talking about,” Harry started,
before calming down a little, “but I do know that Hermione didn't come to *me* about her
feelings.”

“So you're telling me you're not together?”

Harry smiled for the first time since sitting down, “Ginny, I started thinking about the future,
I…” Harry paused to rethink what he wanted to say. “I started thinking about what was important to
me,” Harry turned and smiled at Hermione, “and I realized… that it was her. That she was more
important to me than anything, or anyone else.”

Ginny stared back at Harry, hoping he really didn't mean what he had just said. A moment
later, she looked away. She might not have been able to read him as well as Hermione, but she could
see the truth clearly enough for herself… Harry had meant every word. Even though she knew Harry
hadn't meant them too, they had stung nonetheless.

Harry might not have known the specifics of the conversation in the library, but he could tell
it had something to do with him and their feelings about him. Maybe Hermione had promised to let
Ginny talk to him first, or maybe she had said she didn't care about him that way. Whatever had
been said, Ginny was acting as if Hermione had lied to her. “Ginny, it was me who asked her… I
asked Hermione to be my girlfriend,” Harry finished softly.

Hermione leaned forward, “Ginny, you are my best friend, best girlfriend that is,” she reached
over and took both her hands, “I can feel Ron slipping away, I don't want to lose you too.
Please try to understand.” Hermione sat patiently staring back at Ginny hoping she'd
understand, and more importantly, hoping she didn't feel betrayed.

Ginny sat silently as she tried to read Hermione. Like with Harry, it only took a moment and she
knew that also like Harry, she was telling the truth. Besides the truth and determination, Ginny
saw something else in Hermione's eyes, and it reminded her just why her friend was in the House
of Lions in the first place.

Ginny looked down, “So, he asked you and you figured it out, and now you're his
girlfriend?”

“Yes…”

Ginny pulled her hands free and sat back with a tiny huff. She wanted to be mad. She wanted to
yell at Hermione and call her all kinds of inappropriate things… but she couldn't. She knew;
had known for a long time now, that they would eventually get together. She had known that Harry
and Hermione loved each other even though they themselves didn't. Ginny had only hoped, to at
least have had a chance for herself before they realized it.

Ginny finally cracked a small smile, “I guess it was only a matter of time… right?” Seeing both
smile back, she added with a smirk, “What I don't get is… how is it that Harry, figured it out
first?”

Hey!” Harry objected.

“Thank you Gin,” Hermione said softly.

“So, when did all this happen? Oh wait… Valentine's Day?”

Hermione laughed, “No, Harry asked me last night, that's why we're telling you now,
thought it only right you should know first.” After glancing at Harry, “Not sure exactly when he
figured it out.”

Ginny nodded, “And you?”

Still smiling, Hermione shrugged her shoulders, “A while ago, but like before, I didn't
think I had a chance.”

Harry looked at Hermione funny, wondering what she meant by that.

Ginny huffed, “Boys! They're so thick sometimes. He should have asked you on Valentine's
Day, now that would have been romantic.

“Hey!” Harry said again, then mumbled, “I'm right here you know.”

Hermione looped her arm through Harry's and smiled at him before turning back to Ginny.
“Maybe, but it was still a great day, and he did give me a very special card.”

Ginny sat up, “Really, do you still have it?”

Hermione looked at Harry and raised a brow in question.

Harry just smiled shyly, and shrugged.

Hermione reached into her book bag, pulled out the card, and handed it to Ginny.

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Dear Hermione,

They say that Valentines' Day, is a day of romance; that it is a day about love.

Maybe, we should have more days like that.

I wouldn't know, I don't have any experience with that sort of thing.

What I do know is:

I love the way your eyes light up, when you learn something new.

I love how you are always willing to help someone, especially me.

You give so much of yourself, and ask nothing in return.

Thank you, for all you have given me.

I love how you always stand by me; right or wrong.

That you have that much faith in me…is astounding.

I love your fierce courage, and your unquestionable honesty.

But most of all Hermione,

I love that you Trust me… Always,

And call me your Friend… Forever.

I can only hope, that I will somehow manage to be,

As good a friend in return.

With Love, Always and Forever

Harry

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After Ginny read the card, she just stared at it for a moment before handing it back and saying
in a low soft voice, “I never stood a chance, did I?” Then she turned to Harry, “That was beautiful
Harry.” She stared at him for just a second longer before adding, “I'm glad you're
happy.”

Harry laced his fingers with Hermione's and squeezed as he answered, “Thank you.”

Ginny smiled, but her eyes told a different story, “Congratulations.” She stood up, but before
she left, she looked at Hermione and said, “Just remember what you told me in the library, about
hurting Harry.”

Hermione nodded, “Fair enough.”

Harry watched Ginny walk away, then turned to Hermione, “The library?”

Hermione nodded with a half-smile, “Later, okay? Then smirked, “Right now I'm staved.” Then
after a glance back to Ginny, she knew she'd be having another talk later with her red-headed
friend. Hermione had seen it in her eyes; Ginny had put on a good front, going so far as to make a
joke, but Hermione knew there was more that needed to be said before they could all move on.

oOoOo

“Hey, how's breakfast?” Neville asked as he slid his legs over the bench and sat down next
to Luna.

Luna turned, “I've only just sat down, so I'm afraid I don't know yet,” she answered
matter-of-factly.

Neville nodded, it was a fair enough answer for Luna. “What were you thinking about?”

“Just now, or before?”

“Ah… a couple of minutes ago, I saw you smiling just as I came in.”

“Oh yes… that. I was just thinking how happy I was for them.”

Neville glanced around, “Who?”

“Harry and Hermione, it's finally started,” Luna answered without looking up, as she
prepared a plate of food.

Neville looked back over at the Gryffindor table and studied the couple in question. “They do
look cozy,” then raising a brow, “oh… are they together now?”

“Yes, that too,” Luna said between bites.

Neville turned back and now studied Luna, not quite sure what they were talking about all of a
sudden.

Luna looked up at him and smiled. Neville shrugged and smiled back as he reached for a plate to
make himself something to eat. He'd figure it out later, sometimes you just had to be patient
with Luna, the answers would come eventually.

oOoOo

As they made their way up from the dungeons after potions, Harry shook his head, “That git sure
likes making everyone write essays.”

Hermione laughed, “That he does,” then with a smirk she added, “I wonder how much he likes
reading them?” They walked on for a moment longer before she said, “To bad it's dark out,
I'm not quite ready to head back to the common room yet. I could use a break before starting
that report.”

Harry chuckled, “Oi, I'm a bad influence, one day as my girlfriend, and you're already
skiving off school work.”

Hermione bumped into him and forgot to move away. Wrapping her arm around his waist as they
walked on slowly, she countered, “Don't be a prat, you're not a bad influence. It'll
get done later, right now I'd just like to relax with my boyfriend.”

Harry liked that. “Hey, here's a thought: we could stop by the kitchens and tell Dobby, I
think he saw this coming,” Harry said with a laugh.

“Great idea, it's on the way anyway.”

Entering the kitchens, Harry spotted Dobby right away, but something was off. He was sitting
alone at a small table looking vary uncharacteristically sad.

Harry studied his little friend for a moment before moving forward and asking, "Dobby, is
something wrong? You look a little unhappy." Their good news could wait.

Dobby wronged his hands together and started to tear up, "Harry Potter sir is a great
wizard, he be worried about Dobby."

"Dobby, what is it," Harry could see he was really getting upset now.

"Please tell us Dobby, we only want to help," added Hermione.

"Just like her Harry Potter sir, Miss Grangy is a great witch..." Dobby couldn't
quite finish as he broke down, and started to cry.

After a couple of minutes, Harry had managed to calm Dobby down enough, to find out what was
bothering him.

"... and she is so unhappy, she is drinking all the time. Dobby not knows what to do,"
he choked, once more on the verge of tears.

Harry and Hermione shared a look, Ginny had told them what Mr. Crouch had done to his elf Winky
at the end of the World Cup, but they hadn't known that it was this bad.

"That's terrible Dobby," Hermione said softly, but the anger in her voice was
plain to hear. She hated the way house-elves were treated, and here was a perfect example to prove
her point. Getting down on her knees, she took one of Dobby's hands and held it gently as she
continued, "I'll talk to Dumbledore, and see what can be done, okay?" Hermione
promised. "You're a good friend Dobby, and she's probably feeling all alone, so just
try and continue to be there for her. Let her know, that she's *not* alone, that she has
friends."

"And Dobby," Harry picked up, "keep an eye on her, if she is drinking, she's
vulnerable. You have to keep her safe... protect her."

Dobby seemed to become more serious as he thought about that. Wiping the last of the tears from
his face with the back of his hands, Dobby nodded quickly, “Dobby can do that. Yes, keep her safe.”
Then remembering who he was with, he looked up, his gaze shifting between Harry and Hermione, “Yous
are both good friends to Dobby, and I thinks now to Winki too.”

Hermione nodded, “We'd like that,” she said as she looked up at Harry.

Harry was already nodding yes, “Perhaps, after you have a talk with her, we can all sit down and
find a way to make things better for her.”

Dobby was smiling again, “Dobby would like that.”

oOoOo

Wednesday night in the common room at this hour was fairly quiet, seeing as most everyone had
gone to bed by now. Classes would start early tomorrow. Harry put the finishing touches on his
potion's essay and then looked it over. At one and a half feet, it was pretty good for him.
After putting it and his book away, he looked over at the only other person still up and smiled.
Hermione's essay was at least twice as long. He couldn't be sure, but he thought Hermione
might have gone to such lengths just to annoy Professor Snape.

Hermione stopped writing for a minute. Tapping her quill on the table, her face scrunched up,
brows knit together… she was obviously deep in thought about what to write next. It was Hermione in
study mode, focused, driven. Harry had seen it many times, but it didn't stop him from watching
her. Harry loved to watch her. He couldn't remember when he first started doing it, but he did
remember the first time he'd been caught. He had been lost in thought watching her, and
Hermione looked up suddenly and caught him staring. However, instead of getting mad at him, she
simple smiled and went back to her work. It seemed she didn't mind his occasional silent
observations. He certainly hadn't minded the few times he had caught her staring.

It was a simple unspoken agreement they shared just between them… It was okay to look.

Deciding she was through for the night, Hermione laid her quill down and closed her book.
Looking up, she found Harry staring at her. A soft smile spread across her face. Had it been Ron or
Neville, or anyone else for that matter, she would have found it creepy and un-nerving, but not so
with Harry. With him, she didn't mind, she actually kind of liked it… he was thinking of her.
She had granted that privilege to him, just as he had to her. A small guilty little pleasure they
allowed only to each other.

Her school work now completely forgotten, Hermione got up and moved to sit by him on the couch.
Harry leaned back and lifted his arm, inviting her to sit close. Hermione tucked in under his arm
and leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Harry wrapped his arm around her and gave
her a gentle squeeze, pulling her close.

Hermione brought her hand up and laid it on his chest, fingers spaded wide. As she sat there
thinking, she subconsciously slowly curled her fingers, only to relax them again a second later,
kneading his chest.

Harry noticed an errant strand of lose hair running across her cheek, treating to tickle her
nose. With his free hand he reached over and tucked back behind her ear.

Hermione sighed, “I'm so glad we can do this now.”

Harry gave her another squeeze.

“I like holding you; I always feel better when I can touch you,” Hermione whispered.

“You're the only one who does you know,” Harry said just as softly.

Hermione's hand froze and she stiffened slightly, “Does it bother you… that I do.” Harry had
such a gentle soul, she had forgotten that he hadn't grown up in a loving home like she had.
Where hugs were given freely out of kindness, and a touch was meant to convey love and concern. To
Harry, a touch meant something entirely different. He had been conditioned from his past for it to
mean pain. When she thought about it, Hermione was actually a little surprised he allowed it at
all.

“No.”

Hermione relaxed marginally.

“I don't like it when other people… but I don't mind you doing it.”

Hermione briefly pictured Harry getting hugged by Mrs. Weasley, and now it made more sense; the
look on his face… it was panic. Harry tolerated it only in the smallest amounts. “Are you sure
Harry, because I don't want to make you…?”

“Hermione it's okay. I don't know why it is different with you, but I do know I
don't mind. I like holding your hand, and getting hugs. I like sitting close to you and holding
you in my arms. I like your touch.” Harry laid his head down on top of hers, “I think I'd go
spare without it.”

Hermione stretched her arm father around him and pulled him tight. She couldn't believe how
incredibly sad it made her feel to think, that at the age of fourteen, he was only now learning to
enjoy the comfort that the touch of another could bring.

oOoOo

By the end of the week, Harry and Hermione had settled into their new relationship as if
they'd been a couple for years. Hermione knew it was because they had been friends, good
friends for such a long time. Over the years, they had developed a level of thrust and
understanding that was unmatched by anyone she knew. They knew each other better than they knew
themselves, and yet she still marveled at the ease they felt together.

Harry looked up from his potion's book to find Hermione staring at him with a huge smile
plastered on her face. “What?” he asked with a smile of his own.

Hermione just shook her head slightly, “Nothing… I'm just happy”

Harry closed his book and went over to her. He took both her hands in his and gave her a gentle
kiss, “I am too,” he said softly.

“Oi, and I thought Ron and Lavender were bad,” Seamus said laughing.

“Oh please, we are nothing like Ron and Lavender,” Hermione said indignantly with a shy
smile.

Seamus came closer, “Yeah, s'pose not,” he said nodding, “They're gross. You guys on the
other hand are…just so nice, and err, sweet.” Harry smiled while Hermione raised a brow. Seamus
laughed, “It's a good thing your father is a dentist.”

“Well, no worries then,” Harry said laughing.

“Did you want something, or are you just trying to *sweeten* your sour day?” Hermione said
with a smirk.

“Actually, if you must know, I'm here to talk with Harry,” Seamus started, “The last
recreational Quidditch game is coming up. Everyone wants to know if you are going to sign up, I
said I'd ask.”

Harry stood up, and suddenly the atmosphere wasn't quite so cheerful.

Hermione rose and stood to his right and slightly behind, looping her arm around his in a show
of support. She knew this was a sensitive subject for Harry, and that he'd want to decide on
his own how to handle it. Either way, she'd back him.

Harry stole a quick glance at Hermione, grateful that she was there. He could tell, she knew he
wanted to take care of this by himself, but he was glad she was there nevertheless, in case he
needed her. Harry saw it in her eyes and her silence.

Harry stared at Seamus for a moment, who seemed uncomfortable with the scrutiny. Finally, Harry
asked, “Why?”

Seamus blinked, “Huh…Why what?”

“Why do they care?” Harry asked nonchalantly, “why should I?” Harry paused a moment, “What's
changed?”

It took a second, but now Seamus knew what Harry meant, and he kicked himself mentally for not
seeing it before he had asked. While most no longer thought Harry had cheated and lied his way into
the tournament, back then they did. They had used his love of the game and flying against him by
denying him a chance to play. They had said some really terrible things not only about him, but to
his face. Seamus thanked the powers to be, that he was not there that day, and that he had finally
seen the truth and apologized to Harry. As far as he knew, none of the other students there that
day had ever come forth and even attempted to say they were sorry.

Seamus nodded in understanding, “So, no I take it. Guess I can't really blame you…some real
berks, that lot.”

Harry smiled even though he was still a tiny bit upset, “Tell them… Thanks for thinking of me,
but no.” Slipping his arm around Hermione and tugging her close, Harry finished while looking down
at her, “Tell them I have other… more important concerns now.”

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16. A Cold Dark Feeling
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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 1****6**

**A Cold Dark Feeling**

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“Checkmate,” Ron said with a smirk.

“Bloody hell Weasley, I thought I had you that time,”

Ron had taken to playing chess against a couple of fifth-year students, because nobody in his
own year would play him anymore. “Don't take it so hard Andrew, you almost had me. Go
again?”

The older boy laughed, “Naw, I've had enough humiliation for one day. Besides, I've some
work that needs seeing to.”

“Right. Maybe later,” Ron said, as Andrew headed for the stairs.

Ron packed up his chess board and set it aside, then looked around the room. It was still fairly
cold this time of the year so most of Gryffindor was inside, even though it was Saturday. Some were
up in their dorm rooms, and a few were still at breakfast. The rest were scattered around the
common room.

Ginny was sitting with the twins having some kind of discussion. Actually, when he looked
closer, it looked more like a lecture; judging by how animated Ginny's hands were.
Occasionally, one of his brothers would glance over at him only to have Ginny chastise him for not
paying attention. Ron smiled, his sister was the smallest one in the family, but was also the
scariest. He had no idea what they were talking about; maybe one of his brothers had said something
about a boy she had eyes on or something. He really didn't care as long as she left him out of
it. Ever since Harry started dating Hermione, she had been a little more open about seeing other
boys. Ron didn't care for the idea, but as long as his brothers were handling the situation,
he'd stay out of it… for now.

As for the rest of his class mates; Dean was having a lie-in, his girlfriend too for that
matter, and since Seamus had come down so late, he was probably still at breakfast. And Neville…
`Where was Neville?' Ron wondered. “Probably with Loony,” he muttered.

And finally, there they were… Gryffindor's golden couple, sitting together in their favorite
spot by the fire. Last night as he was heading to bed, Ron had overheard a couple of giggling
third-years girls call Harry and Hermione that. He wondered if they even knew they had a label.

Hermione Granger, what did Harry see in her? Sure, she was smart; great to have around for help
with schoolwork, but you didn't have to date her for that. She was nice enough… most of the
time, although she could get a bit bossy at times. Also, she was always on about something, and if
you didn't agree with her, she'd get her knickers in a twist faster than you could say
Merlin's hairy bits. Ron laughed to himself at that last thought. Yeah, she could be a real
bint if she wanted. As Ron continued to watch the couple, he focused on Hermione a little more. He
really didn't think she was all that pretty either; no, not much of a looker as far as he was
concerned.

So why did Harry ask her to be his girlfriend? Ron had no idea. Harry could have asked almost
anyone else, and a lot of them were prettier than Hermione. He could have asked that veela girl he
went to Hogsmeade with, she was a good-looking bird.

Ron watched as they sat on the couch and worked on classwork; about as friendly as they got, was
to share an occasional smile. If it had been him and Lavender, he'd be sure to make better use
of his time; they'd be snogging for sure. Nope, no matter how hard he tried, he didn't
think he'd ever understand Harry Potter.

oOoOo

The fourth task was just two days away, but for now, Harry's attention was focused on today;
March first, Ron's birthday. Harry, along with help from Ginny and the twins, were going to
throw him a party. After explaining to McGonagall, that he was only trying to improve things with
Ron, She gave her consent for not only the party, but use of the common room as well. Hermione,
Parvati, and Lavender also helped, as did Neville, and Seamus. Oddly, Dean never seemed to be
available; Harry wasn't even sure if he was going to show up for the party.

Harry and Hermione had talked about their friendship with Ron. Both had agreed that they missed
the old Ron. The Ron they had adventures with, or sometimes just hung out with. They missed the Ron
who made them laugh.

Hermione had thought it was a good idea and quickly agreed to help, after Harry had decided to
throw Ron a party for his fifteenth birthday. Harry had reasoned, that maybe by doing something big
for Ron, and with him the center of attention if only for a little while, it might snap him out of
the strange mood he's been in. She also knew that with Ron splitting his free time between
them, Lavender, and his new friends, they weren't spending a lot of time together. They both
felt it was a chance to reconnect with him, and to show him they still cared. It was the main
reason Harry pushed so hard to make it happen. She could only hope that Ron would see as the
gesture it was meant to be.

Lavender's job, was to keep Ron busy for an hour after dinner. When she mentioned that she
knew of several broom closets on the sixth floor she could probably interest him in, Parvati had to
remind her they only needed an hour.

oOoOo

The portrait open and Ron stepped through followed closely by Lavender. "What the
hell," Ron mumbled; the common room was completely dark. A second later, Ron nearly jumped out
of his skin as a dozen people all yelled, "Surprise!” At the top of their lungs. The
fireplace, and all the candles around the room flared back to life at the same time.

Lavender came up from behind and looped her arm through his, and intertwined their fingers,
"Happy birthday Ronnie."

Ron looked around in disbelief. Everyone was wearing a party hat, and there were balloons all
around the room. On the far side, sitting on his favorite table was a cake, shaped and decorated
like a chess board along with several brightly wrapped presents.

Turning to Lavender with a surprised look still on his face, Ron asked, "You did all
this... for me?"

Lavender smiled, happy that Ron thought she had done it all, but she couldn't take all the
credit, "No silly, your friends did. I did help of course." Pulling him further into the
room she explained, "We all helped; your sister did all the organizing, but it was Harry's
idea."

Ron looked around and found Harry standing by the fire with his arm around Hermione, looking
right back at him, a huge smile plastered on his face. Ron started towards him, "Oy
Harry," Ron started as he gestured around the room, "this was your idea?"

Hermione slipped away, she knew Ron would want to talk to Harry alone.

Looking a little sheepish, Harry answered, "Well, just the idea," then, pointing to
his sister, "Ginny did most of the work."

"Hey," George hollered, "if by most of the work you mean, telling everyone else
what to do... well then, yeah."

"Spend all day baking a cake," Fred started, "no respect I tell you."

"Spend half the day in the kitchen eating, while Dobby baked the cake is more like
it," Ginny laughed.

"And look at what our supervision got you," retorted Fred.

"The perfect cake," added George. Both brothers turned towards each other and gave
themselves a deep bow of appreciation.

When Ron reached Harry, he gave him a brief one-armed hug, "Thanks Harry, haven't had a
real birthday party since I started Hogwarts."

Harry glanced at Hermione, who was standing a few feet away quietly talking to Luna. "Well,
I've recently become aware of just how important birthdays can be."

Hearing what Harry had said, Hermione looked over and caught his eye and smiled, before turning
back to Luna. She knew exactly what he meant, and she felt exactly the same way.

"Well still... awfully nice of you Harry, considering how I've acted lately," Ron
said rather sincerely. For a moment, it felt like old times and he smiled, even though he knew way
too much milk had already been spilled for things to ever be the same again.

"Won't ever be proper mates again if we can't put the past behind us," Harry
said hopefully, "right?"

Ron smiled, "Right." Then turning to the crowd, he yelled, "Oy you lot, who wants
cake?"

Harry laughed at Ron's antics. Then spotting Alicia, he slowly made his way over to talk to
her about the twins. Harry was hoping for a repeat performance next month on their birthday.

oOoOo

Snape had been watching Harry and his friends, look for ways for him to stay underwater for an
hour with little success. Finally, the Longbottom boy joined the group, and within a short time had
suggested Gillyweed. The only problem was where to obtain some. Snape saw his opportunity, and as
soon as Mr. Longbottom was alone, he summed him to his office.

oOoOo

McGonagall had called it a magical sleep. Deeper than regular sleep, but not as though one were
in a coma, it would slow down all of my bodily functions and allow me to survive underwater without
breathing for a long time. I couldn't see or hear anything, but strangely enough, I could feel.
I was floating weightless in space… in a black silent void. The odd thing was, I wasn't really
asleep, or maybe I was, and I was only dreaming. It was impossible to tell. My part in this task
was simple, all I had to do was wait… but sometimes waiting can be hard. I honestly don't think
Harry will have any problems finding me, it's what he'll do once he does, that gives me
pause. In light of recent events, what will he do? Hermione decided she didn't care, she was
his girlfriend now, and would stand by him either way.

oOoOo

Harry awoke with a start, something was wrong. The eastern sky was only just starting to lighten
as Harry quickly showered and got dressed for the day.

They had taken her, he was sure of it.

As he left his dorm and headed down to the common room, Harry never noticed the other empty bed.
At breakfast, his worst fears were all but confirmed, Hermione was indeed missing.

They had talked about the clue, and what it might have meant several different times. It was
Harry who first suggested that, `What you'll sorely miss,' might refer to a person.
Hermione had agreed, but knew the thought bothered him, and so tried to play it down. Eventually
however, she had to admit he was probably right. Later that night as Harry laid awake going over
their earlier conversation, it didn't take him long to reason, that of all the people they
could take, Hermione would be the one he'd miss the most. Harry never got a chance to tell her.
Hermione's earlier words, that he had dismissed so easily before, `Students have died in the
tournament,' now came back to haunt him. It never occurred to him that someone other than a
champion might get hurt, or even killed.

In less than two hours, the fourth task would begin, and Harry couldn't help the feelings of
anger he felt towards the headmaster for involving her. She was innocent, what right did they have
to endanger her life.

Neither Harry nor any of the other champions had any real idea what the fourth task was about
yet. All they knew for sure, was that someone very important to them, had been taken hostage, and
were now probably somewhere on the bottom of the lake.

Harry was so deep in thought, he barely noticed when Ginny sat down across from him. It was only
when a second later, that Luna sat down on his right, and Neville on his left, that he realized
they were all there. They were there to support him... in Hermione's absence.

They had all heard the clue, and since Hermione would never miss being here for Harry; they also
knew, Harry was right about them taking her.

"Don't worry Harry, I'm sure she'll be all right. You'll do whatever it is
you have to in order to get her back," Ginny tried. She wanted to help, but she really
didn't know what else to say.

The look on Harry's face was grim as he looked around at his friends. He was most certainly
thankful for their support, but his worries about Hermione were evident. "Thanks Gin,"
was all he could say.

As breakfast dragged on, Harry thought he'd go spare waiting, and was about to get up and go
look for Dumbledore, and demand that he bring Hermione back.

"May I have your attention please?"

Harry looked up towards the head of the Hall, "Finally!" He said to no one.

"In just over an hour, our champions will begin their fourth task," Dumbledore began.
"They have all heard the clue from their golden egg, and by now I'm sure most, if not all
of you, have heard it as well. Hopefully, they have deciphered it correctly."

oOoOo

The last thing Hermione remembered when she was still awake, was sitting in McGonagall's
office listing to her explain the spell she was about to put on her. After that, time seemed to
have no meaning. She couldn't tell if she'd been down in the lake for an hour, or a day. At
first, the sensation was peaceful, similar to that wonderful feeling you have right before you wake
up in the morning; not quite awake…drifting. Now, the feeling was changing, she was becoming more
restless, yet she still couldn't move. Hermione felt the first sign of panic take hold. Was the
spell starting to wear off, she wondered?

oOoOo

Harry glanced at Neville, who nodded yes to his unasked question, and reached into his robes and
pulled out a small jar of Gillyweed. "Remember Harry, it only lasts an hour, and you can't
take a second dose," reminded Neville.

Harry quickly pocketed the jar, "Thanks Neville." He still couldn't believe Snape
had done him a favor. Neville had said he'd only given it to him, because he was tired of
people breaking into his stores. Harry couldn't be sure, but he thought Snape might just have
another reason, besides the one he gave Neville. However, for now he'd take whatever he could
get; never look a gift horse in the mouth they say, or so he thought.

"A word of advice to our champions," Dumbledore began again, "Look with your
eyes... but see with your heart." Dumbledore paused to let his last statement sink in.
"On the surface, the clue may seem straightforward, but below... look deeper, and you may find
a different meaning."

Harry shook his head, why did Dumbledore always have to speak in riddles? It seemed the more
important the information, the more obscure the riddle. `*Great,'* thought Harry, *`I
hate puzzles.*'

Luna stared at Harry, she knew what he was thinking. Harry thought he knew what he had to do;
search the lake, find what they took, and bring it back to the surface. Now, Dumbledore had gone
and all but said, there was more to it. It wasn't that simple anymore. Normally, Harry would
just take this news in stride. He was quite good at thinking on his feet. Harry would just jump in
and go, and he would do what was necessary even if that meant taking chances. But now Hermione was
involved; Harry wouldn't want to take any chances that might get her hurt. Harry was at a loss,
as to how to proceed. Luna felt, she would have to take Hermione's place this time, if she
wanted Harry to start the task with a clear head.

"Harry... Harry, look at me," said Luna, in a very serious no-nonsense voice,
"you stick with the plan to start with..."

"But..."

"Listen to me Harry, move quickly, but don't rush on blindly." Luna made sure he
was paying attention before going on. "Think about what the Headmaster just said... `*Look
with your eyes.'* He wants you to see something, maybe real, maybe not."

Harry realized, that Luna was trying to help. He nodded his understanding and gestured for her
to continue.

"The clue said, *`what you'll sorely miss'*... Hermione, but Dumbledore said,
*`look deeper, you may find a different meaning.'*"

Harry took a deep breath and blew it out quickly, "Yeah, okay... but what?"

Luna could only give him a sad smile, "I don't know Harry, I think perhaps that is what
this task is really all about."

"Harry," Neville interrupted, "remember the clue, remember what Dumbledore said,
but most importantly, remember what Hermione always says. She believes in you. She knows you can do
it. And we all know she's rarely wrong."

Harry looked away and stared out the window in the direction of the lake. He could almost see
her face in his mind's eye, somewhere under the water. A smile on her face, waiting for him,
knowing he'd come. His resolve strengthened, he wasn't going to let her down... he
couldn't.

Harry turned back, and first looked at Ginny, then Luna, and finally at Neville. He slowly
nodded his head, "You're right... all of you. Thank you."

"Champions, if you'll please make your way to the champion's tent down by the lake,
so that you can begin preparing for the fourth task. The rest of you, may want to start down
towards the viewing stands. And yes, we have a way for you to watch your favorite champion's
progress."

Harry stood, and glanced at his friends and nodded once again, then turned and left without
saying another word. The last thing he heard as he left the Hall was the twins yelling, "Good
luck Harry," before he slipped out the door and started down to the water's edge
alone.

Neville watched him go, then looked back at the twins after their encouragement. That's when
he noticed; he'd been so focused on Harry; they all had been, no one noticed, "Hey,
where's Ron?"

oOoOo

McGonagall took her seat in the judge's booth, high up in the stands. After settling, she
surveyed the rest of the spectators. She let a small smile form when she noticed, that the majority
of her lions were here and sitting together. Sitting with them was a pair of Ravenclaws, a site
that was becoming more common every day. Looking out over the lake, she examined a fog like mist,
created by a complex set of runes and charms. It was designed to allow the spectators to watch the
events that were happening far below the surface. Projected into the mist was a dim misty
three-dimensional image as seen, as if one was actually below with the champions. The face of the
mist shimmered, and rippled not unlike that of the surface of the lake. The effect only added to
the mysterious view from below. The runes and charms work necessary to accomplish all of this were
quite extraordinary. McGonagall doubted few besides the Headmaster could have done it. As much as
she hated the entirety of the tournament, she had to give Dumbledore credit for this, it was very
impressive.

Harry stood at the edge of the lake on the dock with the other three champions, anxious to
begin. "Come on already!" He said, while looking towards the stands where he knew the
officials would be. While he waited, Harry took notice of the other champions. To Harry, Cedric
looked a little nervous, probably for much of the same reasons as himself. Viktor on the other
hand, was impossible to read. It was Fleur however, who really caught Harry's attention; she
looked... terrified. Harry would find out later, that most veela had a natural phobia concerning
water.

"Champions, at the sound of cannon, your time will start, and you may begin," came
Dumbledore's voice from the viewing stands, amplified by the Sonorus Charm. "Once you
enter the underwater forest, or deep forest as some like to call it, your paths will diverge. You
each have a different destination.

Thankfully, Hermione had thought ahead, and had made sure that Harry knew several basic spells
to help with this task. To protect him from the frigid water, Harry cast a warming spell on
himself, then, to ensure he could see clearly, he cast the Impervius Charm on his goggles.

Boom… came the cannon blast, just seconds later.

Harry quickly opened the jar of Gillyweed and swallowed the contents whole before diving into
the lake. After a brief period of pain and some disorientation, Harry was soon making his way
towards the deep forest.

Ginny sat in the viewing stands by her longtime friend Luna, and watched as Harry dove into the
water. She still couldn't believe, that she hadn't noticed, that Ron had been missing from
breakfast. She knew of course that she had been worried about Harry, and therefore, Hermione by
association. But Ron was her brother, she wondered what that said about her. Was she too focused on
Harry? She did think about him a lot, even though Hermione was his girlfriend now. She had finally
gotten over her shyness around him last summer, and now this. Ginny was sure, that if it hadn't
been for the tournament, she would've been a lot closer to him by now, maybe even his
girlfriend, and it would have been Hermione that was still just his friend. Without Quidditch, she
had nothing special in common with him that Hermione didn't have. The tournament had turned it
all around. He needed help with the tasks, and Hermione being older and more knowledgeable was far
better suited for that roll. Another problem was, she just didn't know how to deal with all the
trauma, it was one crisis after another. *`But Hermione did,'* a nagging voice in the back
of her head reminded her.

Viktor immediately took the lead; he was obviously a very strong swimmer. *`That helps explain
why he spent so much time in the lake,'* thought Harry. Bringing up the rear, was Fleur;
without a doubt, her apprehension was slowing her down.

Within a few minutes, Harry had reached the underwater forest. Unlike trees that grow on land
that were fairly rigid, these trees were very flexible, fluid like in the way they wavered with the
current. The trees themselves were more like thick long stalks that branched out into smaller
stalks the closer to the surface you got; much like regular tree branches. Trying to swim near the
surface would be almost impossible because of how thickly the branches enter-twined.

On the lake bottom, growing up like a thick carpet around the tall stalks, was a long fine grass
like plant. Harry tried to remember Hagrid's lesson on grindylows, which he knew lived in the
tall grass. Harry ended up, swimming several feet above the top of the grass to try and stay clear
of the nasty little creatures that lived there. While at the same time staying low enough to avoid
getting entangled with the forest top.

As soon as he entered the deep forest, Harry lost sight of the others. Harry struggled forward,
his anxiety starting to build again as the forest slowed him down. He had to twist and turn at
sharp angles to get through. Finally, after what seemed an impossibly long time, the forest began
to thin. That's when he heard it; the mermaid's song. Maybe, it's another clue, thought
Harry, so he stopped to listen more carefully. Sure enough, it was.

.

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Friendship taken, or friendship gone.

One is weak, and one is strong.

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Even though he didn't know what it meant exactly, Harry repeated the phrase a couple of
times to himself to commit it to memory. Looking around, he saw the mermaid who had been the one
singing. Now she was pointing and gesturing, indicating that Harry should head in a new direction.
Just as he started to resume his search, he felt a sharp sting on his right leg. "Crap,"
Harry said through a mouthful of bubbles, "grindylows.” One had its claw-like hand wrapped
around Harry's right ankle, and was pulling him down where several others were waiting.

Luna turned away from the scene below, and looked at her friends. *`Her friends,'* the
thought still amazed her. Except for Ginny, she never really had any friends. Now, she had several,
thanks to Harry. She was much closer to Neville of course, and he was definitely her best friend,
but most of her other friends; Ron and the twins, Seamus, Padma and her sister, and of course
Hermione; were all because of Harry. He had not only openly called her a *good* friend, but he
had been the first person her age to defend her as well. Nobody, had ever done that before.

Luna only vaguely heard Neville's warning about being too close to the grass; spoken aloud
as if somehow Harry could hear him. When a collective gasp rose from the stands, Luna knew Harry
was in trouble.

Harry pulled his wand from his holster, and fired off a stunner, “Stupefy...” but nothing
happened! Apparently, casting spells underwater was harder than he had thought. Harry started to
panic as a second grindylow grabbed him around the neck. The two were working together to drag him
down. Harry forced himself to calm down, and a moment later he tried again. This time, he
concentrated on slowly pronouncing the incantation, "Stoo-puh-fye,” A blue-white flash
emulated from his wand. It was a weak stunner at best, but it had the desired effect. He had hit
the grindylow who had been holding his ankle, square in the chest. It instantly released him and
floated away apparently unconscious. The other grindylows, including the one wrapped around his
neck, wanted no part of what Harry had just done, and hurried back to the relative safety of the
tall grass. Harry quickly moved away from the tall grass and resumed swimming in the direction he
was told without wasting any more time.

Harry swam hard, and strained his eyes in the dim murky water, looking for another clue. With
little or nothing to navigate by, all Harry could do was hope he was heading in the right
direction. Even though it was almost noon, light from above barely managed to penetrate to this
depth. Filtered by the water, it bathed everything in an ominous twilight green hue. A cold dark
feeling, pressed at him from all sides, as if it was trying to squeeze the life from him. As
foreboding as the feeling was, Harry knew he couldn't stop. He couldn't quit, not until he
knew Hermione was safe. Harry pressed on and tried to put the menacing thoughts out of his mind as
he swam deeper into the darkness.

At last, Harry saw something. Up ahead... a figure started to take shape...
*'Hermione?'* He thought. No, it wasn't her. As Harry swam closer, the figure of
two mermaids holding hands came into view. He swam closer and circled around them slowly, looking
for anything out of the ordinary. They were made of stone, but aside from that, Harry found no
other clues. Just as he was starting to swim away, he heard another mermaid begin to sing.

.

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To save what you'll miss, you must choose one, not two.

But chose wisely, or it won't come to you.

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Harry floated still and stared at the mermaid who had appeared out of the darkness, while she
sang it twice for him. When he was sure he had it memorized, Harry nodded, and again the mermaid
pointed the way.

As Harry swam, he tried to reason out the new riddle, but he just couldn't make a
connection. Fifty minutes had gone by since he had started. Harry briefly wondered how the others
were doing; especially Fleur.

oOoOo

With Harry starting out again and on the right course, Neville and Luna turned their attention
to the other champions to see how they were doing. Cedric and Viktor both appeared to be doing
well. Cedric had used some form of cutting hex to help him through the forest, while Viktor just
seemed to muscle his way through.

Fleur however, was having a very hard time trying to navigate the forest. She first tried to
swim over the top of the forest, but quickly lost her way. The water above the forest was thick and
very murky, and limited one's ability to see more than just a couple of feet. Now she was
making her way along dangerously close to the bottom, trying to make up for lost time.

oOoOo

As Harry swam, he focused on the riddles. He was so absorbed in thought, that he never noticed
the large water snake until it brushed up alongside him. Fortunately it wasn't interested in
him, only curious. Harry continued on, although with a little more caution.

After a short swim, Harry again saw something up ahead, another statue... no, two statues.
Getting closer Harry corrected himself again, no... two people! Harry swam a little closer and
stopped in front of the pair. One, was Hermione. *`Thank God,'* thought Harry, relieved.
The other person was Ron, but what was he doing here, one hostage wasn't enough? Harry looked
around, there was no sign of the other champions or their hostages, though he didn't really
expect to see anyone. If they too had to decide between two people to rescue, that would mean, that
there were six other hostages scattered around the bottom lake. Later, when he had the time to
think about that, he'd shake his head at the careless disregard for their safety.

Both Ron and Hermione were obviously asleep, or were in some sort of trance, because neither
showed any sign they were aware he had arrived. Both had a rope tied around one ankle, the other
end was tied to a large stone structure on the lake bottom. They floated there as if in a
weightless void. The ebb of the current caused their hair to swirl around their face as if it had a
mind of its own. Their arms floated out to their sides in a very unnatural looking way. Harry
immediately decided he did not like the way Hermione looked, and hope to never see her like this
again, so... lifeless.

Ginny watched transfixed, as Harry looked at his two best friends, both tied with ropes to the
lake bed. By now, everyone in the stands had heard all the clues as well. What a horrible position
to be in. Inwardly, Ginny hoped Harry would choose Ron, not for Ron's sake, but for hers.
However, if she was even only slightly honest with herself, she knew he choose Hermione. Even if
you didn't count the fact that she was his girlfriend now, considering how much Hermione had
been helping him, and the way her brother had been acting up until lately, she'd probably
choose Hermione too, if in his place. Knowing that, she really couldn't blame him, but that
didn't make it any easier to watch.

Harry started forward, intent on cutting both Ron and Hermione free. *`Two for the price of
one,'* Harry joked to himself. No sooner had he started to move when another mermaid
appeared in front of him, arms spread wide, blocking his way. As soon as he stopped, she started to
sing.

.

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No time to plan, don't try to understand.

To get what you seek, in your heart you must peek.

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The mermaid gestured to Hermione and then to Ron, before moving off to the side.

Suddenly, it all made sense. `Choose one, not two.' He could only take one, either Ron or
Hermione. Why though? What was the point?

Friendship... that's what they took, that's what Dumbledore meant. He wasn't
choosing which person to save. He was choosing which friendship to save. But he wanted to save them
both... *`**N**o,* *wait,**'* he thought, *`**not which
friendship... just friendship in general.*' Choose the right person, and he could save both
their friendships, *`But choose wisely,'* or he could lose one or both friendships.

Choose Hermione, and save her friendship for sure, but risk Ron not understanding, and lose
his.

Choose Ron, and save his friendship… but would it really. Would that finally prove to Ron how
much he valued his friendship? Maybe. Would Hermione understand? Yes, Harry was sure she would. But
wouldn't that also be telling her, that he thought she should make yet another sacrifice just
because Ron was too immature to handle it.

That's all it took, Harry's mind was made up. Hermione deserved better from him, and not
just because she was girlfriend. She had made more than enough sacrifices for him, and Ron. It was
time he made one for her. Harry was willing to lose his friendship with Ron, he wasn't willing
to lose Hermione's. He had put Ron's friendship and feeling before Hermione's too many
times in the past when he shouldn't have. He needed to show her… show them both that wasn't
going to happen anymore. *`Who knows,'* he thought, *`maybe Ron will understand; if not
right away, maybe later.'*

There was also the fact that Harry really didn't know what would happen to the one left
behind; although he didn't think Dumbledore would intentionally let any harm come to them, he
couldn't be sure. Obviously, no one intentionally let any of the previous students die, but
some did none the less. Harry sure wasn't going to risk Hermione's safety unnecessarily.
Not for Ron, not for anyone. There was just no way he was going to leave Hermione behind in this
forsaken sunless world.

Harry swam forward and pulled his wand. Pointing it at the knot that tied the rope to Hermione,
he said, “Alohomora,” and the rope came free. Moving up, Harry couldn't resist gently touching
her cheek. He slid the back of his hand down her jaw line, and was amazed at how soft it felt, even
down here. Time was running out however, he had to move quickly. Wrapping his arm around her waist,
he pulled her tight. Harry hesitated only a second, as he stole a glance in Ron's direction,
only to find he was already gone. The mermaids had probably taken him, now that they knew
Harry's decision. He could only hope that Ron would be all right, and would later
understand.

Hermione had never felt this way before; she wanted to move, but was unable to, she couldn't
even open her eyes. Even though she knew she'd drown if she tried to open her mouth and
breathe, she still had an overpowering urge to do so. Would Harry have trouble finding her? Would
the spell wear off before he could reach her? Hermione never felt so alone. Then suddenly she felt
something touch her face. It was soft and gentle. She knew that touch; it was Harry, and she
instantly relaxed. She would have smiled if she could have. Harry had found her, she'd be okay
now.

Harry swam hard for the surface, but Hermione's water logged robes made it difficult. He
hadn't realized just how far down they were. Upward, he continued, swimming with one hand, and
kicking hard with both feet. He was getting close, he could tell; the light was considerably
brighter. With about twenty feet to go, Harry felt it, the sharp pain in his neck. The tell-tale
sign that the Gillyweed was wearing off. Harry held his breath, and fought through the pain. He
couldn't stop now. Harry struggled upward, bringing Hermione with him, as he wasn't about
to let go. Like in the second task, when he was climbing the cliff; His muscles burned as if liquid
fire ran through his veins. His vision was starting to fade from lack of oxygen, and his lungs felt
ready to burst. Harry kicked harder; he had to make it, he needed air…Hermione needed air.

With a splash, Harry broke the surface of the water, and took in a great lung full of air.

Harry immediately turned to take in Hermione's condition. The sleeping spell must have
broken now that she was on the surface, because she was slowly coming to. Suddenly, her eyes flew
open. Harry thought brown never looked so beautiful. Hermione's hair was soaking wet, and clung
to the sides of her head; a few strands running across her face. Without letting go of her, Harry
reached out with his free hand, and moved the errant strands behind her ear. Then he pulled her in
close and gave her a kiss, mindful not to get too carried away and embarrass her, knowing the whole
school was watching. Hermione was finally able to smile; no words were spoken, because none were
needed. The kiss told her everything; Harry was relieved of course, but mainly he was happy with
his decision and had no regrets. There would be time enough for that later. For now, the task was
over, and more importantly for Harry, Hermione was safe.

He had been instructed to wait wherever he had surfaced, and someone would come along and pick
them up. Harry knew the water must be near freezing, as even with the heating charm, he still felt
quite cool, almost cold. Looking at Hermione, he knew she was getting colder by the second; her
lips had turned blue, and she had started shivering. They wouldn't be able to wait long.
Pulling his wand, he cast another heating charm on her; apparently, the original had stopped
working at the same time the sleeping charm had broken. Fortunately the wait was short and they
soon heard a familiar voice.

“Oy, Harry, Hermione," came the booming voice of Hagrid as he guided a small boat
alongside. To huge hands reached over and gently lifted Hermione into the boat. Harry wasted no
time and climbed in from the other side at the same time. Sitting close together, Hagrid wrapped
them both in a warm blanket, and handed Harry a large flask and two mugs. "Hot cocoa with a
wee bit of firewhisky. That'll warm you up in no time," he said, while tapping his
umbrella on the bottom of the boat to start it back towards the viewing stands and a waiting Madam
Pomfrey.

"Hagrid, do you have my wand?" Asked Hermione.

"No, fraid not. I believe Professor McGonagall still has it."

Hermione turned to Harry, "Harry, do you mind?" Harry didn't even bother to
answer, or ask why she suddenly needed one, he just reached down to his thigh and pulled it from
his holster. As soon as Hermione took the wand, she felt a warm sensation moved up her arm, just as
if it was her own wand. A few flicks later, and both of them were dry. As Hermione handed Harry
back his wand, she couldn't help but notice how easy it had been to do magic with it. She made
a mental note to asked Harry, to try hers sometime for comparison.

Harry's good mood quickly soured as they approached the tiny makeshift dock attached to the
viewing stands. Along with Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall, stood the Headmaster.

Noticing Harry's angry look, Dumbledore asked, "Harry, is something wrong?"

Harry still didn't know whether or not Professor Dumbledore believed him or not, in regards
to how his name ended up in the Goblet of Fire. Likewise, Harry still hadn't decided how he
felt about him. Was Dumbledore trying to help him in any way? No, he didn't think so, or at
least he saw no evidence of it. Dumbledore was acting more like a spectator, sitting back and
watching the events unfold, and it made him feel like a mere pawn on his chessboard. In Harry's
mind that alone was bad enough, but now he'd gone and involved two of his friends. It only took
a split second for Harry to decide Dumbledore, was not on his side. He didn't know what he was
up to, but Harry was pretty sure, he wouldn't like it when he found out.

"Sir, was it really necessary?"

Using his most patient voice, Dumbledore answered, "I'm sorry Harry, I don't
follow."

Hermione had been watching Harry and Dumbledore with rapt attention. Hearing Dumbledore's
answer, she thought he knew what Harry was talking about, that he knew *exactly* what Harry
was talking about. What she didn't know, was why he'd lie about it.

Harry gestured to Hermione, "Was it necessary to include Hermione," then almost like
an afterthought, he added, "and Ron?"

Dumbledore smiled, "They were never in danger Harry." Tilting his head down slightly
to peer over his glasses, his damn eyes twinkling in full force, he went on, "The illusion of
danger was mostly for your benefit. Of course we wanted you to worry about them, but they were
never in any real danger."

"Tied to a stone at the bottom of the lake with nothing more than a simple spell to keep
them from drowning. A lake filled with dangerous creatures, like the giant squid and the
grindylows… and nothing but a single mermaid to protect them!" Harry had worked himself up to
the point of almost yelling at his headmaster. “They didn't even have a wand!”

Hermione moved to his side and slipped her arm through his and whispered, "Harry, I'm
okay... please, calm down."

Harry turned to Hermione and saw her concern. He gave her a half smile, and a soft pat on her
arm with his free hand before turning back to Dumbledore. "I'm sorry for raising my voice
Sir, but obviously, we disagree on what's dangerous, and what's not." Everyone stood
still and silently waited for Harry to continue, "Perhaps, if the organizers took the possible
dangers more seriously... there would've been fewer dead students."

Harry's last comment struck hard and tension rose a few notches. Dumbledore was taken back
and was momentarily at a loss for words. McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey shared a nervous look. Since
no one had died so far in this tournament, they all knew Harry was referring to the past. It was
also clear however, that he didn't consider this one any safer than the others.

Dumbledore was saved from responding when a sudden commotion nearby drew everyone's
attention. A hysterical Fleur Delacour was being pulled from the lake. "Let me go, let me
go... I ave to go back!" She kept screaming.

Hermione noticed she had several nasty looking cuts and claw marks, and her whole body was
covered with sore looking red rings; the same rings she had noticed on Harry's neck. "Poor
dear, I wonder what happened."

"She was attacked by grindylows, same as Harry," came Neville's answer from behind
as he approached, "but she panicked; couldn't manage to get a spell off."

Hermione glanced at Harry before turning back to Neville and asking, "Then why does she
want to go back?"

Neville raised his hands, palms up and shook his head slowly, "I don't know, for one of
the hostages' maybe."

Luna stepped forward and stared out towards the middle of the lake, "One of them was her
little sister."

The rest of the group turned and followed her gaze, all wondering and worrying about the same
thing. Harry briefly thought of Ron. No one had seen any sign of the other hostages yet.

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**AN:** I hope it was clear what this task was supposed to test.

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17. The Real Fleur
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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

**AN:** Thank you for your patience, I know it took a while to get this posted. Also, thanks
for all the kind reviews.

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**Chapter 1****7**

**The Real Fleur**

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Harry was grateful to be able to join his friends for breakfast the following morning. Madam
Pomfrey had wanted him to spend the night, which would have meant breakfast in bed, a hospital bed.
Harry had managed to talk his way out of it, with a promise to stop by around noon for a final
checkup. Ron hadn't been so lucky; Harry was sure it would only add to his foul mood, and so
really wasn't looking forward to seeing him right away.

As Ginny sat down across from him and Hermione, he asked, “Seen Ron yet this morning?” Ginny
just nodded yes, as she started filling her plate. “How's he doing?”

Ginny stopped buttering her toast and stared at Harry with one eyebrow raised, “Really Harry,
you know him about as well as me... how do you think he's doing?”

Harry leaned back and nodded slightly, conceding the point. Then with half a smile, said, “Mad,
I suppose.”

Using her fork to point, first at Harry then Hermione, Ginny answered, “Right in one Harry, at
the both of you.”

“Me! What I do?” Hermione asked, a little indignantly.

Ginny shrugged her shoulders, “How should I know? Because you were there? Because you didn't
drown... or maybe it's just because you didn't have to spend the night in the infirmary.
It's Ron, so like I said, who knows.”

“Well he better not start in on me... none of this was my doing,” huffed Hermione.

“Did you get a chance to see any of the other hostages?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, they were all there except for Cho Chang, she got released last night.” Ginny looked
thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to remember something else. “Oh, Fleur was still there too…
didn't look very good either, I doubt she'll get out today.”

Hermione nodded, “How was her sister?”

“A lot better than Fleur. None of the others looked that bad really, not even my brother.” Ginny
answered lightly. Apparently, her sour mood from her visit with her brother was starting to fade.
“Hey, when are you guys going to start running and ah… cal-lo-stin-tics again?”

Harry smiled while Hermione laughed a little.

“What?”

“Just surprised you're sticking with it, is all,” Harry offered.

Hermione nodded in agreement, “And it's pronounced; calisthenics.”

“Yeah, yeah, calisthen-tics, whatever. So do you think Viktor will be swimming again?”

“Only if he really is crazy,” said Harry.

“A girl can hope.”

Hermione laughed again, “Hope he's wearing his swimming outfit you mean.”

The conversation never went any further, as Dumbledore chose that moment to make an
announcement.

“Good morning everyone, if I may have your attention for just a few minutes,” he started,
“because of the commotion at the end of yesterday's task, final judging was delayed. Therefore,
it is only now that I can give you the final results.

“Commotion, is that what he's calling it?” Hermione asked, disdain and anger clearly present
in her voice. Dumbledore was obviously referring to Fleur's failed attempt to return to the
lake.

After performing a perfect Bubble-Head Charm, and finishing the fourth challenge in the
Triwizard Tournament with the fastest time, Mr. Cedric Diggory placed first with thirty-seven
points for a total of one hundred and forty-two points, putting him in first place overall.”

Cheering erupted at the Hufflepuff table.

“Yes yes, well done Mr. Diggory. Our next champion tied for the second fastest time, Mr. Harry
Potter scored twenty-three points for a total of one hundred and thirty-eight, placing him in
second place overall.

More cheering, this time from the Gryffindor table, but by now Harry was hardly paying
attention; he was slowly becoming lost in thought. *`Why are they cheering?
Don**'**t they realize someone could have been hurt, that someone could have*
*died?* *Do they have any idea how scared we all were?'* When Dumbledore started
talking about the last task, Harry began thinking about how he had felt... and about how he had
imagined the others had felt, especially Fleur. However the more he thought about it, the more he
focused on Hermione. She could have been hurt! Down there, in that dark abyss that was the bottom
of the lake... she could have died. Harry realized now, why he'd been so scared. *`No...
terrified,'* he corrected himself. Harry turned and looked at Hermione, really looked. What
would he do, if... he couldn't finish the thought, it was just too unimaginable.

Hermione glanced over and caught Harry staring at her. She started to smile, and an instant
later stopped. She knew that look; scared, confused, but mostly it was a look of guilt. Now, safely
back and with time to think, it was all catching up to him,
*`**H**e**'**s blaming himself. He believes it**'**s his
fault that I was involved.'* She knew he had been worried about her, and of course, she had
been afraid for Harry's safety as well, probably as much as he had been for hers', even
though he hadn't said anything yet.

“Harry, you did nothing wrong, and besides, they gave me a choice, and I chose to go.”

“What? Why, you could have... you...”

“So could have you Harry, but you didn't... and neither did I.” Hermione said softly as she
pleaded with her eyes, begging him to understand. She needed him to see, that it was as much for
her benefit as it was for his. She trusted him, believed in him; and she wanted him to know it, but
with more than just words. She wanted to show him, like he had done for her so many times
before.

“... and placing third was Viktor Krum. Although his time was identical to Mr. Potter's, in
his attempt to rescue his hostage, he inadvertently injured him, resulting in a minor point
deduction. Mr. Krum scored twenty points for the fourth challenge giving him a total of one hundred
and thirty-five points, and placing him in third place overall. Unfortunately, Miss Fleur Delacour
did not finish the task, however, after demonstrating a perfectly performed Bubble-Head Charm, and
for sheer determination, she was awarded twenty points. As of this moment, she is in fourth place
with a total of one hundred and twenty-six points.” Dumbledore finished.

There was a light smattering of applause for both Viktor and Fleur, but Harry didn't notice,
he was still looking at Hermione.

She had known the clues, and she had known the risks... yet she chose to be a hostage. She knew
*what I**'**d sorely miss the most*. He had never told her, but she knew anyway,
and trusted him to find her in time.

Harry slowly started to smile as understanding came to him. “Fine... but I'm still mad at
Dumbledore for asking you in the first place.”

Hermione smiled back, glad he'd come to terms with it. “Join the club Harry, I've been
mad at him from the beginning, for involving you.”

Before Dumbledore sat back down, he had one more thing to say, “And last, but certainly not
least, I'd like to thank all the students who participated in the task by being a hostage for
one of the champions. If the eight of you would please stand so we can all show our
appreciation.”

Harry looked around; Cedric had rescued Cho instead of a seventh-year girl named Maria
something, an older friend of his. Fleur had left behind Roger Davis, her date to the Yule Ball and
her sister Gabrielle. Although it was plain to see, she would have taken her sister if she'd
been able. The odd one was Viktor. He had saved a younger boy named Petar and had left Alicia
Spinnet behind. Harry would find out later, That Petar was the younger brother to Viktor's best
friend back home. The last thing Harry noticed was that none of the hostages who were left behind,
looked nearly as upset as Ron did.

oOoOo

As regular classes started back up the following Monday, things slowly returned to what passed
as normal for Hogwarts. After a fun-filled two-hour lesson with Professor Snape down in the
dungeon, Harry, Neville, and Hermione were in a hurry to get out of there. Rounding a corner a
little too fast on their way to dinner, they ran into Fleur, and nearly knocked her down.

“Oi, I am sorry, I was not looking where I was going... excusez-moi.” Fleur said quickly as she
took half a step back.

Ron was angry with them again, and so had hung back with Dean and Lavender. Rounding the same
corner were Harry and the rest were standing, he saw them talking to Fleur. He paused for a second
as if he was going to say something, but then quickly hurried on, obviously angrier than
before.

Harry and Hermione shared a quick look before turning their attention back to Fleur.

It had been a few days since the last task. Physically, Fleur was looking much better, but
anyone who bothered to look more closely, could tell she was still troubled by recent events.

She still wasn't one of Harry's favorite people; she had yet to apologize for calling
him a little boy and treating him like he didn't belong. However that didn't mean he was
going to be rude to her, “No problem Fleur, we weren't being very carefully ourselves.”

Fleur gave a curt nod and said thank you, and started to move on.

“Fleur wait!” Hermione called after her. In that brief encounter, she had seen something
familiar in the older girl's eyes; loneliness, and a burden that threatened to crush her.
Hermione walked back a few steps and gently took one of the Fleur hands. “Are you all right?” She
asked with genuine concern.

At first, Fleur was taken aback, why was this girl even talking to her, yet alone being nice?
She knew of Hermione, but mainly, she knew Hermione was Harry's best friend and now girlfriend;
a boy she'd made fun of not that long ago. As much as she wanted to pull her hand free, and
turn up her nose and say, `of course I am you silly girl'... she couldn't. She glanced at
the two boys who were watching them with curious interest, then turned back to the girl still
holding her hand. “No, I am not, but what is one to do?” She finally answered softly.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, trying to think of something encouraging to say, without it
sounding cliché.

“Miss Granger is it not?” Fleur asked.

Hermione nodded yes.

“Zank you, for your concern, Miss Granger.”

“Hermione, please call me Hermione.”

This time, Fleur nodded, “Vairy well... Eermione.” Fleur started to leave again, when a thought
occurred to her. Turning, she looked at Harry for a long moment. Then seemingly, as if he had
passed some unspoken appraisal, she walked forward and stood in front of him.

“Meester Potter, I owe you an apology for my rude and disgraceful treatment of you earlier.
Please forgive me,” she said before bowing her head.

Now it was Harry's turn to look shocked. He took a quick peek at Hermione to see if she was
as surprised, as he was. “Miss Delacour I...ah.” Harry paused to gather his wits, “look,
considering the circumstances back then, I don't think an apology is necessary, but thank you
anyway.”

“Au contraire Mr. Potter, bad behavior ees bad behavior, regardless of ze situation,” Fleur
stated with force, “and don't forget, since zen, you ave proven me wrong more zan once.”

Harry glanced again at a smiling Hermione. “Very well, I accept your apology on one
condition.”

Fleur stood up straighter as a brow ticked upward with a little suspicion, “And zat would
be?”

Harry stuck out his hand to shake, and said, “That you call me Harry.”

After a brief look of surprise, the tension in Fleur's shoulders just seemed to evaporate,
and she visibly relaxed. Reaching out, she gave Harry's hand a delicate shake and said,
“I'd like zat.”

Every since she'd come back from the lake, Fleur had distanced herself from everyone.
Hermione had often seen her sitting alone during meals. Once a confident; to the point of arrogant,
witch, she had shrunk into a mere fraction of her former self. Hermione felt drawn to her, to help
her. She didn't know why. Maybe she saw a little of her old self in her, or
*`**maybe**,'* she thought, *`**because none of her so-called friends are
willing to try.**'* “Fleur, why don't you join us for dinner?”

Fleur looked around skeptically, “zat is vairy nice of you to offer, but I am not sure zat is so
good an idea.”

Hermione looked at Harry, asking for help with her eyes.

Harry understood immediately, and not needing an explanation, jumped in, “Not a good idea?
It's a great idea... oh come on Fleur, you're not going to make a fellow champion beg...
are you?”

Hermione and Neville both nodded in agreement.

Less than a half-hour later, after Fleur had finally relented, the small group sat down for
dinner at their usual spot at the Gryffindor table.

It seemed at least half of the Gryffindors said hi, or had welcomed her to the table; a point
that made not only Hermione proud of her house, but Professor McGonagall as well. The only one not
happy with the newcomer at the table was Ron. He was still miffed at Harry for choosing Hermione
over him, and now seeing Harry getting friendly with Fleur, a veela no less, only seemed to upset
him more. He sat at the far end of the table with Lavender and Dean, and ignored anyone who chanced
to look his way.

The topic of conversation around the table ranged, from what it was like to be the only female
champion, to what it was like attending Beauxbaton Academy. Fleur was slowly loosening up, and for
the first time in several weeks, she was actually enjoying herself. That all came to a crashing
halt when Hermione accidentally stumbled upon what was really bothering her, Hermione had asked
about her family.

Fleur immediately pulled back and tensed. Hermione berated herself for asking something so
personal so soon. “I'm sorry Fleur, I didn't mean to pry... it's none of my business,”
Hermione said, hoping her tone would convey her sincerity.

Like a cornered cat, Fleur quickly glanced around the table as if expecting someone to accuse
her of a hideous crime. Tense beyond belief, she was ready to bolt. However, after a moment that
seemed to stretch forever, she calmed marginally and managed to look more carefully at those around
her. She saw nothing but genuine concern from all of them. They were all younger than her, and her
regular friends by at least a couple of years or more, yet in some ways they were more mature. It
was slowly becoming obvious to her; that when one of them needed help, or even just a little
support, the others rushed in to give it.

For a moment, she didn't quite know what to think of what she would later call her new
younger friends. Instinctively, she knew she needed to tell somebody if she was ever going to feel
better. Taking a leap of faith, Fleur decided to tell them what was causing her so much grief. She
would trust them, and hope that her trust was not misplaced.

“Eemagine my surprise, when I learned I'd ave to swim to ze bottom of ze lake. Mon Dieu! I
am part veela, we are creatures of aeer and feere. We fear ze water!” Fleur went on to explain a
little more about being veela. How she hated the way the veela part of her affected both men and
boys. “Eet makes eet so difficult to find someone who can be zereself around you.” Fleur leaned
over and whispered to Hermione that she didn't have to worry about Harry; he was unaffected by
her charms. Hermione made a mental note to ask why later, and for that matter, why she even
mentioned it.

Fleur then told them briefly about her home life and her parents. About how strict they were,
and how protective her father was when it came to his two daughters. She told them how Gabrielle,
her much younger sister cried herself to sleep after begging to be allowed to accompany her to
Hogwarts; her parents had all but refused. They had cited the lack of supervision, and the dangers
associated with the tournament. She told them how much she loved her little sister and couldn't
stand to see her so upset, and how she had pleaded with her parents on Gabrielle's behalf, but
to no avail. Fleur recounted how she had finally convinced them to let her go. Only after promising
to watch out for her and to protector her at all cost, did they finally relent.

“And ze first time she is needing me... I fail her.” Fleur finished with tears running down her
face.

Harry watched as Hermione pulled Fleur into a gentle embrace and whispered something in her ear.
Fleur nodded in understanding as she cried into Hermione's shoulder. Soon the pair was wrapped
up in two more pairs of arms, as Ginny and Luna joined her in comforting the older witch. Harry was
proud of his friends, and after a glance at Neville, Harry knew he was too.

Harry had misjudged the French witch. From his first encounter with her, she had come across as
pompous and arrogant, too good to associate with others lesser than herself. He knew now that most
of that was just an act, a defense mechanism. She normally only acted that way when she felt
threatened. The wizarding world was already overly chauvinistic, and she was a witch competing in
what had always been a wizard-dominated tournament. Harry would have to give that some thought, as
well as maybe talk about it with Hermione to get her point of view.

Harry definitely had to give her credit. She was the top student at her school, and was a veela;
no wonder she acted that way sometimes. The attention, both good and bad tended to get to you after
a while. Harry thought he could relate to that all too well. Once you got to know her and she
relaxed a little, she was actually quite nice and polite. Also, as far as Harry was concerned; the
fact that she cared so deeply for her family, was a huge plus.

Things settled down again, and the conversation turned light. It would seem they had a new
friend in their group, and Harry smiled at the thought.

As dinner was coming to a close, and students were getting ready to leave, Harry noticed
Dumbledore stand and approached the podium, it appeared the drama for the night wasn't over
yet.

“Good evening students,” Dumbledore said. Smiling, he nodded to the assembly as the majority of
the students responded in kind. “I see that you are almost finished with dessert, so I thought I
would leave you with something to think about before you turn it.” Having piqued their interest,
Dumbledore went on, “The fifth and second to last task, our champions will have to face, is set to
start on the twenty-eighth of April, and will finish a few days later when the last champion has
returned to Hogwarts.

Hermione turned to Harry and mouthed, `A few days?'

Harry just shrugged shoulders.

“Each champion will be given a Muggle backpack, filled with the things we feel will help them in
the upcoming task. They will also be given a portkey that, at a predetermined time will transport
them to a designated spot deep inside the Forbidden Forest.”

Hermione didn't like the sound of this; Harry and the others would be far away from the
safety of Hogwarts... and far away from her.

Dumbledore raised his hands to regain everyone's attention. “There is more, if you care to
hear it?” … silence. “There is a rub. When the champions Portkey away, they will leave their wands
behind.”

This time, the noise level rose rapidly, as students competed to be heard. How will they perform
magic? How will they survive in the forest without a wand? Were two of the most commonly heard
questions.

“Silence!” Dumbledore all but roared. “There have been a great many times, when a witch or
wizard has found himself in a situation where they could not, or at the very least, should not use
magic.” Dumbledore looked off in the distance whimsically, “It's a wonderful thing... magic.
But far too often, it is taken for granted.” Turning serious again, Dumbledore stared out at the
students before continuing, “Our champions can, and will survive their trek through the Forbidden
Forest as they make their way back home… even without magic.” Gesturing wide with his hands, he
smiled and said, “That is why we have made this announcement so early, and why we will give them
their backpacks tonight. So they may learn to use the tools given.” Dumbledore paused for a moment
then, before stepped back away from the podium he finished, “Champions if you'd be so kind as
to join me in the annex to claim your packs as soon as Professor McGonagall is finished.”

McGonagall rose and replaced Dumbledore at the podium, “Thank you Headmaster. The third and
final set of demonstrations is also coming up. It will deal with Transfiguration and Arithmancy,
and will be held on Saturday the twenty-fifth. Unlike the previous two demonstrations where the
participants were paired up, each demonstration will be done individually, or in other words, there
will be no partners. Therefore, there will be twelve separate and unique demonstrations.” After
looking around to make sure she still had everyone's attention, she continued, “They should
prove to be the most exciting ones yet. I hope all of you will attend.” As McGonagall finished, she
nodded to the Hall, “Thank you.”

Harry was about to get up and follow the champions to the annex, when Hagrid approached.

“Ello Erry, Ermione.”

“Hello Hagrid,” Harry answered back with a smile. He had missed talking with Hagrid, with the
tournament and all he hardly ever had any free time to visit.

“Erry, with the next task and all… well I just thought that maybe if you stopped by… I could
tell ya some things about the forest that aint in a book, if you knows what I mean.”

Hagrid had seemed a little nervous or maybe reluctant to offer any help. Harry didn't know
if it was because he felt out of place trying to teach him something, or if he thought it might
give him an unfair advantage. Either way, it was a bit disconcerting to see the half-giant fidget,
so Harry wasted no time in answering him.

“Sure Hagrid, I'm sure you know lots of stuff about the forest that would be dead useful for
the next task.” Harry glanced at an eager Hermione, “Do you mind if Hermione comes with me?”

Hagrid relaxed a little and stopped shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Sure ya can, ya know
you are both always welcome.”

Hermione smiled, “Thanks Hagrid.”

Harry looked up, the others were already gone, “Well I best hurry before Dumbledore gets
mad.”

Harry stood quickly and chased after the other champions, while Hermione watched him go with
concern and worry already growing in her eyes.

Hagrid gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder, “Don't you worry none Ermione, Harry a lot
tougher than he looks. And a far better wizard than that other lot too I'd wager.”

Sitting across from them, Neville and Ginny shared a glance, both thinking the same thing,
*`**Here we go again.'*

oOoOo

Hermione sat in the common room, nervously tapping a quill against a blank piece of parchment.
Admitting defeat, she closed her Transfiguration textbook; work on her demonstration would have to
wait a little longer.

At the sound of the portrait hole opening, Hermione looked up. “At last,” she sighed.

Harry spotted Hermione sitting at her favorite table and went straight to her. He knew,
she'd want to talk, and he was happy to oblige. Sitting down across from her, Harry spotted the
blank parchment. Raising one eyebrow, he asked, “Please tell me that's not my fault, you're
not worried already are you?”

Hermione put the telltale parchment away. “Of course it's not your fault Harry... it's
Dumbledore's,” Hermione smirked, “and don't be a prat, you know I'll worry... at least
till it's all over.”

Harry reached across the table and took one of her hands in his. After a gentle squeeze, he
looked her in the eye and said, “Sorry Hermione.” Harry looked down at the table and shrugged his
shoulders, “I guess I'd rather... well I rather see you happy, instead of worrying about me or
this stupid tournament.” A second later Harry sighed, “I hate what it's doing to you.”

Hermione leaned across the table and gave Harry a gentle kiss, “That's sweet Harry, thank
you.” Hermione wrapped her other hand around their already joined ones, and with a soft smile went
on, “Oh Harry, if it wasn't this tournament, I'd be worrying about you and that crazy broom
you love so much, or whether you'd finished your homework or not. It's just me. It's
how I am... I care about you, so I worry.” A moment later, Hermione's smile grew and she
continued, “That's not all I do you know? I can be happy too… like now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed softly.

Harry stared deep into her brown eyes, they were warm and caring, and he saw the truth. She was
happy. After a second of silence, he said simply, “Yeah... I'm happy too.”

Before the heat on her face could rise any further, Hermione pulled her hands free and gestured
to the pack, “Well, let's have a look then.”

Between the closeness, the handholding, and the subtle implied deeper meaning of happiness, the
air had grown thick with emotion. Funny he thought, he could face a dragon, and she was as smart as
they came, but despite their closeness, even in their new relationship, they both still had a
little trouble talking about their feelings for each other. Now was not the time for such things
anyway, it was obviously that Hermione felt the same way judging by how she quickly steered the
conversation onto a new path.

Chuckling, Harry lifted the pack onto the table and began pulling items out one by one.
“Right... well let's see,” Harry said, as he glanced at Hermione. He smiled when he noticed her
face had already started to return to its normal color. “A map and compass, I suppose I'll need
them in order to find my way back. Some rope, a sheet of plastic, a candle, and a small blanket;
could be handy.” Harry paused, Hermione had opened the map and was already studying it. “Anything
interesting?” He asked.

Hermione looked up, “Umm… oh, loads but will get back to it later. What else?”

Harry smiled, Hermione was in study mode, she was indeed happy. “Well...ah, a piece of flint and
a steel striker,” Harry looked up, “for starting fires I suppose.” Then, after opening a small tin
containing some fragile, blackish looking material, he said, “And this,” Harry tilted the tin
towards Hermione, “Dumbledore called it `char cloth,' whatever that is.”

Hermione leaned forward to examine the contents of the tin more carefully. “Hum, no idea, but
don't worry, we'll figure it out.” Hermione bit her lip as she thought for a moment, “Maybe
Hagrid will know.”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, maybe. We'll take it with us tomorrow when we go see him. Oh, we should
take the map too. I'll bet he can point out some places that aren't even on it.”

“That's a great idea,” beamed Hermione, “after all, who knows the Dark Forest better than
Hagrid.”

Harry nodded before pulling out the last few items, “And one large knife, a small Muggle
first-aid kit, and two canteens, oh, and just before we leave they're going to give us some
food,” Harry finished.

Hermione nodded while staring at the knife and hoping he wouldn't need to use it as a
weapon. Shaking the thought off, she asked, “Can you take anything else, besides your wand I
mean?”

“Just some clothes and toiletries,” Harry answered. As he sat there watching Hermione, he knew
there was more bothering her, “What is it Hermione?”

She looked up and saw the concern in his eyes. *`He**'**s getting* *good at
reading me,'* she thought. After a moment of quiet, she sighed and said, “It's just that
you're going to be so far away. You'll probably be far from the others as well. You'll
be truly... alone. What if something happens?”

Harry smiled, “Well, I'll just Portkey back.”

Hermione blinked, then smiled, “They are going to give you a two-way Portkey?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, but we are only to use it in an emergency. Doing so disqualifies you, and
you get a score of zero for the task.”

“Still.”

“Yeah, still better than nothing.”

oOoOo

Harry had just come back from his morning run with Hermione, and was rummaging through his trunk
looking for some clean clothes to take with him to the showers, when he heard someone quietly
ask.

“Why her Harry?”

Harry hadn't expected anyone to be up yet. Turning, he looked around the room, Neville was
already gone, and Dean and Seamus were still both asleep. It was Ron who had whispered the
question. He was still in bed, propped up on one elbow staring back at him.

“Why did you leave me behind Harry?”

Harry mentally sighed, he really wasn't ready for this conversation yet, especially at this
hour of the morning.

Since it was still early, and Harry didn't want to wake the other two sleeping boys, he
quietly walked over and knelt down on one knee besides Ron's bed to talk. Harry started softly,
“Ron, I'm sorry about that, I really am, but... I couldn't leave her.” Ron stared back
emotionless, and said nothing. “You know, I did try to take you too.”

This seemed to get Ron's interest, and some of the hostility in his voice faded, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but a mermaid stopped me. Said I could only take one.” Harry paused a second, “It was a
hard decision Ron, but like I said I couldn't leave her.”

In fact, it was an easy decision, but Harry knew Ron would take it badly knowing that. Someday,
in time when Ron was ready to hear it, he would level with him. He would tell him the real reasons,
but for now, Harry was certain he wouldn't understand. Telling Ron the truth now would serve no
purpose except to anger him more. If their friendship were ever going to recover, he would have to
hold his tongue for now.

Ron looked down for a moment as if considering Harry's words. “You know, I really wasn't
all that surprised. When you think about all that has happened since the start of term... I can see
why.” Ron stared at Harry, he seemed to be struggling with something inside, finally he said, “You
made the right choice Harry. I don't know why I got mad... again, but that's my problem,
and I'll figure it out.” Ron looked down again, “Sorry mate.”

Harry was surprised, he hadn't expected him to be this understanding… Perhaps he had
underestimated him. Regardless of the reason, he was glad that Ron wasn't mad at him anymore.
Harry smiled, “No worries,” and as he stood back up, he added, “so, you going to join us for
breakfast then?”

“Yeah Ron, why don't you join Harry for breakfast, that way the two of you can carry on like
an old married couple, and the rest of us can get some more sleep,” teased Seamus.

Ron ticked his head towards their grouchy dorm mate, and after Harry nodded with a smirk, they
both fired a pillow at him. That of course woke Dean, who wasted no time getting into the
action.

Harry quickly left for his badly needed shower as a three-way pillow fight broke out.

oOoOo

As Ron sat down to eat, Ginny and Hermione shared look, both thinking the same thing, apparently
there had been some sort of reconciliation between Ron and Harry. The pattern was starting to get
old. Harry would do something that Ron didn't like, and he'd get mad. Then after a while,
Ron would apologize, or Harry would reason with him, and they'd start talking again. It did
seem that Harry was growing less forgiving, but it was also obvious that he hadn't given up on
trying to restore his old friendship with Ron.

Hermione wondered what had happened recently to cause the current change, but knew that Harry
would tell her about it later. *`No use in risking a confrontation now,'* she thought.
Deciding on a different topic, Hermione asked, “So what's up with your brother Percy?”

“You mean Weatherby?” George butted in, stealing the question from his little brother.

Fred laughed, while Harry, Ron, and Neville smiled at the now infamous nickname Mr. Crouch had
inadvertently given Percy. Ginny and Hermione just rolled their eyes at the boy's antics.

“Since they put him at the head table, you can hardly talk to him,” Fred said.

“Yeah, as if his head wasn't big enough. Why that barmy old codger Crouch put him in charge,
I'll never know,” said George.

Harry looked around and then said, “That's just it... where is Mr. Crouch? Why is Weatherby…
I mean Percy in charge?”

George snickered at his slip, while Hermione looked around completely ignoring it, “Good
question Harry,” she said.

Fred turned serious, “Ever since he lost his wife, he's been a little off.”

“You know, we did talk briefly after the last task.” Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, “Said
he knew all about *family and loss*. At the time, I thought he was just trying to be nice… you
know?”

Hermione slipped her hand into Harry's and laced their fingers together and gave a little
squeeze. Any time Harry talked about his parents even indirectly, he tended to get a bit down. She
hoped to ward that off this time.

Harry turned and smiled at her knowing she was thinking about his feelings. She was quick, and
always the first to be there for him. Once again, he was glad she was by his side.

Hermione smiled back, happy it had worked.

oOoOo

It only took a couple of days to go over everything in Harry's pack and figure out what they
were and how to use them. After that, Harry started practicing with them. He practiced making fires
without magic or matches. He got familiar with the map and practice navigation using the compass.
With Hermione's help, he practiced building a shelter using some of the other things in the
pack. However, all that, really didn't take too long to get the hang of, so they ended up
spending most of their time with the map. They studied it very carefully, taking note of unique
landmarks for orientation, and marking out areas that might be hazardous.

Feeling better prepared for the fifth task than he had for any of the previous ones, Harry
relaxed a little. He found he had enough time to not only keep up with his regular schoolwork, but
he also had plenty of time for his additional studies with Ancient Runes.

“You know, I'm quite proud of the way you're keeping up with all the work,” Hermione
said one evening as she and Harry quietly worked on finishing an assignment. There was no doubt
about it, Harry had changed. It could have been the tournament, but Hermione preferred to think
that he was just growing up. Whatever the reason, Harry was taking not only school, but also his
life, much more seriously, and she couldn't have been more proud of him.

Harry looked up from his halfway-completed essay and found Hermione staring at him. It was a new
look for her, and Harry thought he rather liked it. “Thanks Hermione, but you know I would never
have been able to do it without your help.”

Hermione balked, “Oh, I don't know about that.”

“It's true,” Harry insisted.

“Still,” Hermione countered.

Harry went back to work. A few moments later, without looking up, he said, “Well I didn't
want to let anyone down.”

Hermione of course already knew that, but she also knew he was probably referring to her. “You
haven't,” she said after a pause with a shy smile.

When Harry glanced back up, Hermione was already busy working again.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter 18**

**To Know Hermione**

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One of the things Harry loved about his morning runs with Hermione was the quiet solitude. They
already spent a great deal of time together, working, talking, and occasionally just relaxing in
each other's arms... so they ran mostly in silence. It was nice to be together sometimes and
not talk, but just enjoy the other person's presence. For Harry, it gave him time to think
about the girl running next to him. He liked to imagine that she was probably thinking about him at
the same time.

Today, he was thinking that Hermione's next demonstration was getting close. All his regular
schoolwork was done, in fact he was a little ahead. He almost laughed out loud when he imagined
what the look on Ron's face would be if he told him. Since it was Friday, he'd be done with
classes after two o'clock, and then he'd have until Sunday night to help her. *`If she
needs help, that is,'* Harry thought.

Later as they were sitting down to breakfast, Harry asked, "Hermione, how's your next
demo coming?"

Hermione scrunched her forehead as she answered, "Well, I've got all the problems
solved except for two; one dealing with Arithmancy, and the other with Transfiguration."

Harry nodded as he thought about that for a second. "Either of them involve research? You
know, like just looking things up?"

Hermione looked at Harry, wondering where this was going. "Actually yes, the Arithmancy
problem. I'm trying to find the original solution to a rather nasty little equation."

Harry nodded again as he thought of a plan to help Hermione. "What if you concentrate on
the Transfiguration problem, and let me do the research on the equation?"

"Harry, how are you going to do that? No offense, but you don't know much about the
subject."

"True, but do I really need to?" At her confused look he went on, "look, write
down the equation and what you already know, I'll start going through the books looking for
anything that looks like what you may need. I don't have to understand it, to find
it."

Hermione chewed her bottom lip, the way she did when she was thinking especially hard about
something. Finally, after a minute she said, "No, I guess you don't, but what about your
work?"

"All done. Actually, I'm ahead... so no problem."

Hermione's eyebrows inched upwards, "Really?" she asked skeptically.

Harry wiggled his eyebrows, "Yep, picked up this nasty habit from a friend of mine. Does
come in dead useful at times though."

Hermione shook her head and laughed, "Prat."

"Yeah, but you still love me," Harry joked.

Hermione quickly changed the subject before her face gave her away, "Yes, well all right,
I'll get you a copy of my notes after lunch."

Harry noticed both the yes and a quick change of subject, but didn't say anything else
except, "Great! I'll get started right away. If you need me, I'll be in the
library."

oOoOo

Following Harry's technique, Hermione decided to talk with one of her professors about her
problem. Fortunately, for her, and unlike Harry's dealings with Snape, she happened to like
this particular teacher. After a light knock, Hermione heard the unmistakable Scottish drawl of
Professor McGonagall.

“Come in,” was all she said.

Hermione pushed the door open and entered, “Good evening Professor, I hope I'm not bothering
you.”

“Of course not Miss Granger, please come in and have a seat.”

“Thank you Professor,” Hermione said, as she took one of the two seats next to a small table
that faced each other. She decided she most definitely preferred McGonagall's office to that of
Dumbledore's, it was far more inviting.

“Now, what can I do for you,” McGonagall asked, as two cups of tea appeared on the table.

Getting right to business Hermione started, “Well Professor, as you know from my proposal,
I'm trying to improve the Disillusionment Charm with Transfiguration. McGonagall nodded as she
took a sip of her tea. “With a moving object, like say a person, there are only two ways to become
invisible, or nearly invisible… That's the problem. With an enchanted item like say a cloak,
you can still be heard or felt, even your scent can give you away. While it's true that with a
Disillusionment Charm those types of things are also masked, the masking is not perfect. For
example, if you move and someone is paying close attention, they will notice a slight ripple or
distortion in the air, again giving you away.”

As McGonagall sat her cup of tea down, she said, “I understand the limitations of both Miss
Granger, but I fail to see how Transfiguration or Arithmancy applies, as both techniques fall
squarely into the Charms category.”

“By using both at the same time,” Hermione said smiling.

McGonagall raised a brow, “I assume you are aware of what happens when you try to mix those two
Charms.”

“Yes Professor, both involve powerful magic and when used together… They tend to react badly,”
Hermione said.

“And you think there's a way to prevent that?” Asked McGonagall.

“I do,” Hermione started, “you see, I started looking into what was causing the interaction, but
ran into a wall. There doesn't appear to be a way to stop it.” Hermione noticed the impatient
look on her mentor's face, so hurried on with her explanation. “However, I also noticed that
the reaction appears to be inversely proportional to the strength of the differential power of the
two charms.”

McGonagall thought for a moment before asking, “So, are you suggesting that if someone used a
very powerful invisibility cloak, and a very weak Disillusionment Charm… The reaction would also be
very weak?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Well I'm fairly sure the effect would also be fairly weak, so I fail to see the
advantage.”

Hermione's face lit up, “Exactly right Professor, but what if we could keep both at full
power, and trick one or the other into believing or behaving as if it were much weaker?”

McGonagall was intrigued, “Go on.”

“As you know, a charm can be perceived as weak, for two reasons; one, it is weak, or two,
it's felt from a distance.” Forgetting she was talking to a professor, Hermione went into full
lecture mode. “It's the second reason that I'm interested in. The Charm feels weaker from a
distance because of the `Sphere of Influence' law; the influence of the Charm decreases by the
square of the distance.” McGonagall nodded as Hermione went on, “If it's an enchanted item and
you shrink it, you shrink the sphere of influence as well.”

McGonagall loved having intellectual conversations about theoretical magic. Unfortunately, she
rarely got the chance as most adults lacked the intellect; never mind one of her students. “True,
but anything outside that sphere will not be affected,” she added.

“Agreed, but I believe with the right modifications, the properties of one Charm can be added to
the other, as long as they are both in contact with each other.” Hermione said excitedly before
going on, “Modifying a Reducing Transfiguration Charm, to shrink the sphere of influence to an
almost nonexistent size will eliminate any interference, and if done right, it will still transfer
all of its properties at full strength.”

McGonagall sat back in her chair as she thought about all Hermione had just said. After what
seemed like ages, she nodded and said with a savvy smile, “unorthodox, but yes, I think you might
be right,” her smile turned serious as she continued, “but just what kind of modifications are you
talking about, and how do you intend to apply them?”

Hermione sat her tea down and leaned forward, handing McGonagall a piece of parchment was
several complicated arithmancy problems all worked out, except for one. “I have the theory worked
out except for the last equation, I have Harry working on that,” she said as an afterthought.

That got McGonagall's attention, “Harry? Harry Potter?”

Hermione simply nodded yes as she leaned back.

“Miss Granger, are you telling me that Harry is… well is capable of doing Arithmancy now?”

Hermione's face showed her surprise, “Oh no. I mean no he's not. He's just doing the
research, ah, trying to find the original equation for me.” McGonagall relaxed a little. “Although
maybe he'll take…”

“Miss Granger,” McGonagall said quickly, interrupting her favorite student, “let's see how
he does with Ancient Ruins before starting him on Arithmancy.”

Hermione saw the mirth in her eyes, and realized she had gotten slightly carried away. Turning a
little red, she smiled and said, “Yes… Of course.”

Returning to the main subject, McGonagall asked “So, after Harry finds the equation, then
what?”

“Well, I'm fairly confident I can break it down and use only the parts I need.”

“Then all you'll have to do is apply the changes to the Transfiguration.”

“Yes, exactly… But I'm having trouble finding any reference to that type of modification.
Hence my visit tonight.” Hermione said in a hopeful tone.

“Well it's nice to know there are still some things you don't know, and that I can teach
you,” McGonagall half joked.

Hermione smiled at the indirect praise.

McGonagall got up and walked over to one of the many bookshelves around her office. After a
brief search, she pulled a rather large tome from the shelf and returned to her seat. Before
handing it to Hermione she asked, “Do you have any ideas as to where the answer may lie?”

Hermione sobered, “Well obviously in a more advanced course, maybe even in a mastery's
course. As for the topic, I was thinking Interdimensional Transfiguration.”

McGonagall raised a brow, clearly impressed, “I should have known you'd be aware of that
particular obscure branch of Transfiguration, and you may very well be spot on. However, I think
you may also find the answer in Trans-dimensional Transfiguration. Additionally, it has the
advantage of being far easier to learn.” McGonagall said, as she handed Hermione the book she'd
been holding.

oOoOo

“Never thought I'd find you here,” Neville said as he sat down across from Harry.

True, he didn't spend much time alone in the library, but he was spending more time here
nowadays. Harry looked up to an amused look on his friends face. “What? I know how to read!” Harry
smirked.

Neville returned his smirk, “Yeah, and I know how to fly a broom, but you don't see me
playing Quidditch.”

Harry laughed, “All right, if you must know, I'm helping Hermione.”

Neville cocked his head a little confused, “Shouldn't that be the other way around?”

“Humm, does seem backwards, doesn't it,” Harry mused while pretending to look deep in
thought. “So what's got you in here then?”

Neville smiled shyly, and quickly glanced around making sure no one was listening. “I was
wondering if you knew Luna's birthdate?”

Harry nodded slowly and leaned forward, “I see…”

Neville gave Harry a look that clearly said, `Don't go there.'

Harry chuckled, “Okay fine… But I'm sorry mate, I don't know,” at Neville's
disappointed look he added, “tell you what though, I bet Hermione does, I'll ask her as soon as
I see her.”

Neville brightened up, “Thanks mate.”

To Neville, it still felt kind of strange to call Harry `mate', but times like these only
seemed to reaffirm that Harry was indeed a good friend. He could have easily taken the mickey out
of him for fancying Luna, but he didn't. Harry seem to understand him better than anyone else
at school, and just accept him for who he was. He never gave him a hard time about being slow with
magic; although he was getting better all the time, thanks to both Harry and Hermione. Nor did he
give him any grief about liking the girl that most others called, `Loony'; that alone, was
enough for Neville to call Harry a good friend.

“So you need a hand?” Neville asked, “I've got about an hour free.”

Harry thought for a second, then said easily, “Okay, sure.” Pointing to an equation Hermione had
written down on a piece of parchment for him, he added, “Try and see if you can find any reference
to this.” Then he handed Neville the next book from a tall stack sitting next to him.

oOoOo

Monday morning at breakfast while Hermione was going over the notes that Harry had given her on
his findings for the elusive arithmancy equation, Harry watched as Cedric got up and walked over to
where Viktor was sitting. After what appeared to be a short conversation, both then got up and
walked over to join Fleur at her table. A moment later, the three of them rose and made their way
towards him.

Hermione smile grew as she read the third to the last note, she was positive it was the solution
to her last problem. Not only had Harry found a reference, but he had managed to find the entire
solution to the original equation. Looking up, she beamed at Harry, “Harry! You did it, you found…”
Her voice faded and her smile fell as she too noticed the trio approach.

Hearing Hermione's excited voice, Harry turned to look at her. Seeing her concerned look, he
gave her a slight shake of his head with a raised brow.

Hermione nodded once in understanding; he didn't know what was going on either.

Neville watched their whole silent exchange, then shook his head and muttered, “Amazing.”

Hermione's look of concern, was also noticed by the three champions as they arrived at the
table. Victor looked mildly confused, not understanding what she had to be worried about, they
weren't there to hurt Harry after all.

It was Cedric who spoke, “Harry, we were wondering if you had a few minutes? We like to talk
about the next task… alone.”

Harry looked at Hermione for a moment, then down at the notes she was still holding. He smiled,
“Do you really think I found something that'll help?”

Hermione instantly relaxed and smiled back. She reached over and touched his hand, “Yes, I'm
sure of it.”

Even with all that was happening, he had been paying attention to her, and even now was putting
her first. Hermione glanced over his shoulder for second before returning her gaze to him,
reminding Harry of Cedric's request. “We'll talk about it later Harry, okay?”

Harry knew, the `it' was a reference to both his notes, and his upcoming conversation. He
gave her hand a quick squeeze, “Sure, meet you in class.” Then Harry turned and stood, “So…
What's up?”

As a group walked away, Fleur looked over her shoulder and said to Hermione with a smirk, “Ah,
don't worriee Ermionee, we will bring im back in… ow do you say… one piece?”

As Hermione felt her cheeks start to redden, she quickly got busy with Harry's notes
again.

From across the Hall, Draco watched with a growing curiosity as the quartet left through the
main doors. Potter had surprised him. Draco had expected him to fail terribly, but not only had he
managed to stand his own with students far older than him, he also managed to make friends with
them as well.

When Draco had written home to his father about the tournament and the events surrounding Harry,
he expressed his personal thoughts on the situation. No matter how hard he tried to see him as a
cheat and a liar, he couldn't. It just didn't add up. He had even gone so far as to ask his
father if maybe he thought that Potter might actually be telling the truth. His father's
response had surprised him. He didn't seem to care whether or not he had cheated, or lied to
get in. He didn't even care how he was doing, good or bad. His father told him not to
interfere. He was to just watch and report back and nothing more. That was the funny part; his
father told him to report on Potter, why, if he didn't care? Knowing his father, he'd say
he had some kind of business deal going on, but what, he had no clue. His father had never been
very open, in fact just the opposite. He had always been very quiet and secretive about both
business and family matters. Draco figured, that if he was ever going to find out what was going
on, he'd have to do it on his own. If Potter could act a little more mature, then so could he.
*`I'm going to have to be less antagonistic,'* he thought, `*or* *I'll
never learn anything.'*

As much as he hated to admit it, he had to give Potter credit. One thing for sure Draco thought,
he was going to stop underestimating the boy-who-lived.

oOoOo

It was fairly late Sunday night in the common room and besides Harry and Hermione, There was
only one other couple still up studying. Harry was putting the finishing touches on a Charms paper
that was due Thursday, and Hermione was working on her Demonstration.

Now that she had the answers to both the Arithmancy and Transfiguration problems, all she had to
do was work out the final steps, and she'd be ready to give her last demo next Saturday.

Harry closed his book and put his work away, and then sat back. Harry smiled as he watched
Hermione work. It was a little game of his; trying to figure out her mannerisms as she worked.
Actually, it was quite interesting. He was beginning to notice little patterns, Harry wondered
briefly if she was even aware of them herself. If she bit her lower lip; it meant she was thinking
about a problem, but if she chewed on it; that meant she was going over all the different
possibilities. Tapping her quill, meant she was composing her thoughts before committing them to
parchment. The one he was still a little vague on, was when she chewed on the end of her quill.
Since she usually looked kind of distant when she did that; Harry figured maybe she was thinking of
an alternate theory or solution… or something like that.

Harry had seen her work like this many times, but tonight she seemed a little more driven, more…
intense. He knew she always worked hard on her studies; her grades proved that, and Harry would be
the first to say how proud he was of her. Tonight however, she was more than just working hard,
Hermione was on a mission. This demo was obviously more important to her that he thought.

Harry thought back to the conversation they had a few days ago about her coming in second after
the last demo. She had admitted that it had bothered her, but that she would get over it.
*`It's really not that big a deal Harry,'* she had said before changing the subject.
He had let it go, not wanting to upset her, but Harry felt pretty sure there was more to it than
she let on.

Harry hated to bother her, but he felt this was important. Sitting up, he called to her,
“Hermione, can I ask you something?”

Hermione looked up curiously, “Sure.”

“I know we talked about this before, but…”

Hermione sat her quill down, “What?”

“Your third demo is coming up,” Harry fidgeted, “are you worried… I mean not about the demo, but
rather… you know.”

“You want to know if I'm worried about finishing in first place.” Hermione finished for him,
with just a hint of irritation that he thought she was so vain.

“Yeah… ah kind of.” Harry hesitated a second, “Look, I know you don't care about medals or
even the recognition.” Harry looked away, “But I still think it's important to you somehow,”
Looking back, he went on, “I just was wondering why?” Harry could see the thought of talking about
it bothered her, “Never mind, it's none of my business.”

Hermione relaxed, Harry didn't think she was vain, just curious, and concerned; she should
have known. “It's okay Harry…”

Since their talk a while back, Hermione had been doing a fair bit of thinking about that very
topic. It was something she normally kept buried in the far reaches of her memory, But Harry had
noticed. Hermione thought sometimes Harry knew her better than she knew herself. He was only asking
out of concern for her, and he was being so patient. Maybe it would help to talk about it.

Looking down she started playing with a loose thread on her skirt. “All my life for as long as I
can remember, I've loved to read. I didn't necessarily like to study, but I did because I
loved to learn new things.” Hermione stood up and walked over to the fireplace. “All that reading
and studying drove a wedge between me and the other kids my age. They resented me for knowing more
and being smarter than they were. They pushed me away and called me names. And… in turn, I resented
them for not understanding, and for the way they treated me. Each year it just got worse, pretty
soon the gap between us was so wide there was no going back.”

Hermione went on telling Harry things about her early childhood she'd never told anyone
else, not even her parents. Things like; being locked in a school closet so she'd miss a test,
or having all her books taken and thrown in the rubbish bin. She stood facing the fire, arms
crossed defensibly over her chest. She had started crying, but hadn't noticed. Old unpleasant
memories from long ago painfully brought back into the present. She didn't know why she was
telling Harry everything now, but she knew she could trust him, and somehow it made her feel just a
bit better for doing so.

Harry stood and went to her. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her middle and held
her. He suddenly felt horrible for bringing it up. “Hermione, I'm sorry, I didn't…”

“I know…” Hermione stayed quiet for moment collecting her thoughts. When she finally spoke
again, it was in a near whisper. “I sacrificed a lot; all the things that most little girls do…
together. Sitting around talking, playing… having friends. I could have played dumb.

Harry gently turned her around and took hold of both her hands. He didn't say a thing, not
yet, he knew she wasn't finished. He just gave her a sad smile, and waited patiently.

Hermione looked down at their joined hands. Using her thumbs, she started subconsciously rubbing
little circle on the backs of his hands. “I guess, I just need to know… that it wasn't all for
nothing.”

Harry shook his head slightly, “They were too young to understand, but now you have friends who
do.” Harry pulled her close into a gentle embrace. Hermione relaxed into him and brought her arms
up around him.

He held her with one arm, while with his free hand, he started running his fingers through her
hair. “I don't know much about your life before Hogwarts, but I do know; you are the most
amazing person I've ever met. So… as far as I'm concerned, it definitely wasn't for
nothing.”

Hermione sighed, she loved it when he played with her hair, and she wondered if Harry knew just
how much his touch affected her.

“I told you before; you are going to win this, and then you… and the rest of the school will
finally know what I know.

Hermione squeezed Harry tight, and after a little sniffle said, “You're good at this you
know.”

Harry tipped his head down to look at her, “What?”

“Making me feel better,”

Harry smiled and gently squeezed her back, “Ah… Well then good.”

oOoOo

Hermione stepped down from the platform with a huge smile on her face; her transfiguration
demonstration had gone exceptionally well. After casting the final spell, her modified
Disillusionment Charm, Hermione had quite literally disappeared; not even Dumbledore could detect
her. There were probably only a hand full of people who even remotely understood her theories, but
the final effect was still amazing.

Now for Hermione, her direct involvement in the Triwizard Tournament was over. All she had left
to do, was somehow get Harry safely through the rest of his.

The first to greet her, were Ginny and Luna. “Merlin Hermione, when did you learn all that,”
Ginny said excitedly, “I mean… Well I've never even heard of Trans-dimensional
Transfiguration.”

Luna answered for her, “That's what happens when you read as much as Hermione does.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “I don't read that much.” Then after the looks her friends were
giving her, she laughed, “Fine, I read a lot.”

By now, the boys had gathered around her as well. “Hermione, Dumbledore reads a lot… You, on the
other hand…” Ron stopped and smirked, she knew what he meant.

“Well, all I know is it's a good thing she does,” Neville said before going on, “or else
some of us would be taking fourth-year over again.”

Fred dropped an arm around Hermione's shoulder as George cozied up on her other side. “You
are going to teach us some of this… Trans… whatever stuff, right?” The second twin asked.

“I don't know… Professor McGonagall made me promise,” Hermione answered seriously, but with
a huge smile on her face.

Fred gasped, “You didn't?”

“Well,” Hermione started, “if I were given the right… Incentives.”

Fred and George both roared with laughter. “Oh, I like this one.” George said.

“Certainly has good potential,” added Fred.

Hermione finally managed to slip away from the twins and all their commotion. She took a step
towards the last person in the group who had yet to say anything. Hermione didn't consider
herself vain. That's probably why it didn't matter to her, how much praise she got.
Harry's opinion however, mattered. For some reason, she needed to know, good or bad, just what
he thought. Hermione stopped and stood just a couple of feet in front of him and waited.

Harry had watched her come down the steps, Happy and ecstatic. He watched Hermione accept her
well-deserved praise gracefully. She had worked so hard on this last demonstration, and it showed;
hers was easily the best, and even though he was biased, he was sure most everyone else felt the
same. Now she was standing expectantly in front to him. *`Is she waiting for my
approval?'* He wondered.

Harry wasn't going to make her wait long, no, she deserved better than that. In fact, she
deserved more than just his approval he thought. Harry closed the distance and wrapped his arms
tightly around her in a hug. A moment later, he released her to arm's length, but held both her
hands in his. “Hermione… That was brilliant… No, more… It was bloody brilliant,” Harry said
excitedly.

Hermione smiled and said softly, “Thank you Harry, but I did have help you know. You,
McGonagall, and even Neville. You all contributed.”

“Hermione, McGonagall gave you a book, and Neville and me, well… Heck, we didn't even know
what we were reading half the time.” Harry shook his head, “No Hermione, this was all you. This is
the Hermione I know, and I couldn't be more proud of her.”

It was Hermione's turn to pull Harry close and after an all too brief kiss, pulled him into
a hug, as she whispered into his shoulder, “Thank you Harry.”

oOoOo

Settling down to dinner later that evening, Hermione couldn't help but notice Harry was
fairly quiet. “Harry, is everything all right?”

Harry turned and looked at Hermione a little confused, “Huh?”

“Honestly Harry. I asked if you were all right, you looked a little lost.”

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I'm all right… I was just thinking about the demo.”

Hermione sat her fork down and raised a brow, “Really? What about exactly?”

“The Arithmancy,” Hermione waited for him to go on, and was about to ask him what he meant
exactly when he suddenly got excited. “Hermione, there's so much I don't know.”

“Harry, that's true for everyone.”

“I know… What I mean is…” Harry stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts. “It's not, that
I don't know Arithmancy, but rather, it's that I don't even know what all it can be
used for, what it's all about. How would I know if it's something I should learn or not?
Maybe I…”

“Hold on Harry,” Hermione interrupted, “there is no way you have enough time to start learning
Arithmancy.”

“But what about just a brief introduction,” Harry asked seriously.

Hermione couldn't help but feel exasperated by the irony of the situation. Last year she
could barely get Harry to do his homework, and now she was trying to keep him from overloading
himself. “Harry if you try to take on too much, your grades will suffer. Better to do well in the
subjects you already have, then to do poorly in all of them just so you can add one more.”

Harry sat still as he considered her words. He had to admit, she was probably right, and she had
never led him astray before. Harry slowly nodded his head, “Yeah, you're right of course,” then
with a smirk, Harry couldn't resist adding, “but if I had a time Turner…”

Hermione had to laugh as she shook her head, “Oh yes, because that worked out so well for me.”
*`Well at least he understands,'* she thought. “Let's see how you do with Ancient
Ruins first.”

Harry smiled, “Deal.”

A short while later as everyone was finishing dessert; McGonagall rose and walked to the podium.
Without needing to say a word, the Hall quickly quieted down.

McGonagall gave the Hall a curt nod and began, “Well, it would seem that the whole of you have
either become clairvoyant… or you're just very anxious for the final scores.”

Dumbledore chuckled, while Professor Trelawney smiled, happy about the reference to her art.

As if reading her mind, McGonagall turned to her cohort, “Sorry Sibyll, but in this case I do
believe it's the scores they are interested in.” Turning back, McGonagall just looked around
the Hall, seemingly drawing out the suspense as long as possible.

*`Well, it seems Dumbledore is not the only one,'* Harry thought, referring to being a
showman.

“The final scores were close, as all the competitors did an excellent job,” she finally began,
“as I call your names, please stand up.” McGonagall pulled a scroll from her robes and began to
read, “From Beauxbaton, Miss Collette Antwanet, Miss Nicole Lescuier…” McGonagall continued on,
reading all the names of the original twenty-four competitors.

“Hogwarts, honored guest, and fellow colleagues, please join me in applauding their efforts,”
McGonagall finished, and then joined the rest as everyone clapped and cheered. When the Hall
quieted down, she continued, “Even though our four champions still have two more tasks ahead of
them, your part in the Triwizard Tournament is complete. All of you, regardless of your individual
outcome should be as proud of yourselves, as I am of all of you.” McGonagall made the effort to
look each in the eye, if only for a moment.

As Professor McGonagall was calling out the names, Professor Sprout and Madam Hooch were handing
out certificates of participation to each student.

As soon as all the participating students had their certificates, McGonagall spoke again,
“Again, thank you all for making the Skills and Knowledge Demonstration's part of the Triwizard
Tournament, such a success. Now I would like to ask the twelve students who participated in the
last two demonstrations to remain standing for a moment, the rest of you may be seated.” McGonagall
paused for a few second to allow everyone a chance to settle. “Of the twelve students standing, it
was decided to honor the top six, our finalist, with a special award. In addition, we also would
like to give a special award to the youngest competitor, something, which we hope will become a
tradition. This year, that award goes to Miss Luna Lovegood.” McGonagall tipped her head,
“Congratulations Miss Lovegood,” she said warmly as the rest of the hall clapped, and a few
Gryffindors cheered.

“And now for our finalist,” Professor McGonagall started again, “if I call your name please
remain standing, the rest, if you would please take your seats.

.

.

“Miss Marcelle de Louvres.”

“Miss Nicole Lescuier.”

“Mr. Miroslav Demetrius.”

“Mr. Petar Svetuslav.”

“Miss Hermione Granger.”

“Miss Cho Chang.”

.

.

“As you can see, we have ended up with two students from each school, I think that speaks well
of the professors from all the schools.

Before she could go on, the Hall broke out in cheers showing their support. Sparks could be seen
flying off the staffs of several Durmstrang students as they tapped them on the stone floor showing
their agreement. McGonagall raised her hands for quiet, “I think I can safely speak for my fellow
professors when I say, thank you.” She then gave the Hall a small bow.

“Now after I call your name again, and you have received your award, you may sit back down.” The
award was a small bronze medallion hung on a blue ribbon. McGonagall cleared her throat and began,
“In sixth place with a final score of one hundred and fourteen, Mr. Petar Svetuslav.” Petar's
fellow Durmstrang students cheered for their classmate.

“In fifth place with one hundred eighteen points, Miss Cho Chang.” This time it was the Hogwarts
students cheering.

“In fourth place with one hundred nineteen points, Mr. Miroslav Demetrius.” After the noise died
down, McGonagall continued, “In third place with one hundred and twenty points, Miss Nicole
Lescuier.” Finally the Beauxbaton were up on their feet and cheering.

McGonagall paused and clapped as well until the Hall again fell silent. “Well it would seem as
though we are down to our last two finalists… Well done, both of you,” McGonagall said as she gave
the last two girls standing a nod of appreciation.

Harry looked up at Hermione, and although he thought she deserved to win; and had no doubts that
she wouldn't, he would still be proud of her either way.

McGonagall smiled, “Our runner-up… In second place with a final score of one hundred twenty-two
points…”

Harry smiled to himself while thinking; that if McGonagall didn't get on with it, Hermione
was likely to pass out from hyperventilating.

“From the Beauxbaton Academy, Miss Marcelle de Louvres,” she finished quickly.

Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet, and let out a little squeal of excitement as her
barely contained emotions ran wild.

Marcelle was standing only a few feet away from Hermione, and after receiving her award walked
over and gave her a hug, “Congratulations Hermione,” she whispered in her ear. Hermione, still
shaking with raw energy, could barely manage a thank you, she was so nervous.

“Miss Granger, if you would please join me up on the stage please,” McGonagall asked sternly, as
if Hermione might just decide it was all too much and try to make a run for it.

Hermione wanted to move, but her feet seemed unwilling and stayed rooted to the floor. A second
later and Harry was standing by her side.

Touching the small of her back, Harry said softly, “It's your turn Hermione, your time. Show
them the Hermione I know.”

Hermione gave him a quick sideways glance, and in that instant, gained the courage to move. Up
on stage as she approached McGonagall, her mentor took a half step to the side to share the podium
with her.

McGonagall turned back to the Hall and with her left hand, gestured to Hermione, “Ladies and
gentlemen in first place with a final score of one hundred twenty-five points, from Hogwarts, our
very own Miss Hermione Granger.” The pride in her voice was evident for all to hear.

Harry, who had never sat back down yelled out, “Way to go Hermione!” While clapping like a
madman. A split second later, and the rest of the Hall was standing and had joined Harry in
cheering for the brown-haired girl some had called a bookworm.

While students and professors alike cheered and clapped, McGonagall turned to Hermione and
placed a golden medallion hung on a silver ribbon, around her neck. Holding her at arm's length
by the shoulders, McGonagall smiled through misty eyes and said, “Well done Hermione… well
done.”

Hermione then did something totally uncharacteristic of herself, she pulled McGonagall into a
hug, “Thank you Professor.” A second later, she pulled back, and turned to the Hall and took a bow.
Then with a smile that split her face from ear to ear, Hermione held the medallion up high for all
to see. Still beaming, Hermione bounced down the steps, but before her feet reached the floor, she
was grabbed around the waist and spun in a circle.

Setting her down gently, Harry said in a gentle `I told you so,' tone, “And now they know…
Congratulations Hermione.” Harry gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, then stepped aside
so everyone else could reach her. Ginny, Luna, Ron, and Neville all moved in, and one by one they
each gave her a hug and a compliment. The real shocker was when Draco stepped up.

Looking completely out of place, he looked around nervously, then hesitantly reached out his
hand, “Congratulations, Miss… Granger.”

Amazed and slightly shocked, Hermione also hesitated a moment before shaking his hand, “Thank
you Mister… Thank you Draco.”

Draco seemed momentarily taken back by the use of his first name, however, he recovered quickly
and gave Hermione a short nod and then quickly left.

Hermione glanced back at Harry who was still smiling, only to see him shrug his shoulders at the
unexpected gesture from Mr. Malfoy.

oOoOo

They were nearly the last to leave the Great Hall. Harry had insisted on a second helping of
desert, and then took his time eating it. Now, finally on their way, and Harry was walking so
slowly, you'd think he was being led to the gallows.

“Harry!” Hermione wined, “it's been a long day and I'm tired, do you think you could
pick up the pace a little please?”

“Sorry,” Harry said sheepishly, “must be the afters.” Harry started walking faster, he
didn't want Hermione to get suspicious, or worse… mad.

A short time later, Hermione walked through the portrait hole to the last thing she
expected.

“SURPRISE!” All of Gryffindor and at half of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were there, all crammed in
the common room. Most of the professors, including Snape were there too. Stepping further into the
room, she saw a banner stretched over the fire place that read;

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Hermione Granger

The Brightest Witch of the Age

Congratulations

We are all Proud of YOU!

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Harry led Hermione on shaky legs over to the couch so she could recover from the shock, and a
few minutes later, the second party of the month was in full swing.

Dumbledore and a few of the professors left fairly quickly after congratulating Hermione. Snape
stayed a while longer talking to McGonagall, but still left early. The only Slytherin student to
show up was Daphne Greengrass, and she left with Snape, apparently not quite ready to mingle with
Gryffindors alone.

Hermione was happy to have won of course, trilled that all the hard work and long hours had paid
off. However, what really excited her, was the show of support from her fellow class mates.
Hermione was so overwhelmed, she had a hard time believing it all. Ecstatic, only just began to
describe how she felt.

Harry had been right, and thinking of him brought a smile to her face. *`He's done it
again,'* Hermione thought. He had managed to surprise her. Looking around, she sought him
out. He was standing with Professor McGonagall talking about something, *`I hope he's not
trying to convince her into letting him take Arithmancy.'*

Walking over, she stood next to him and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Hello Professor,
Harry not in trouble is he?” she asked with a smile full of mirth.

McGonagall eyed Harry suspiciously, then gave him a rare smile, “No… not yet anyway, but the
night is still young.”

Harry turned his head back and forth between Hermione and McGonagall. “Boy, you do one or two
tiny little things wrong… and you're labeled a trouble maker,” he said with an overly
exaggerated tone of exasperation.

Hermione and McGonagall looked at each other for a second, and then both busted out laughing.
Harry had never seen his stern Head of House laugh before, but he thought he rather liked seeing
her so happy… even if it was at his expense.

Regaining her normal composer, McGonagall said kindly, “You've done a fine thing here
Harry.”

Harry smiled, “Thank you Professor.”

“And now, I'm afraid I must take my leave… papers to grade. Professor Flitwick will keep an
eye on things for a while.” Then McGonagall took hold of Hermione's hands, and after slowly
looking around the room, said, “As you can see, Harry is not the only one who is happy for you.”
Smiling said added softly, “And as for me… well I'm very proud of you.” McGonagall released
Hermione's hands, and quickly returned to her old self, “Now, I have work to do. Good night you
two.”

“Good night Professor,” Harry and Hermione said together.

As soon as McGonagall was gone, Hermione pulled Harry to her and gave him a long lingering kiss.
There were a few cat-calls and a whistle or two, but it didn't discourage her. “Don't slip
away, I'd like to finish thanking you proper like, a little later, when it quiets down,”
Hermione said with a saucy smile that reached from ear to ear.

Slightly stunned, Harry nodded once and with a goofy look on his face managed, “I'm not
going anywhere.”

Later that night as Hermione was climbing into bed, she thought, Harry had been right about
everything; *it was worth it*. All the hard work, the isolation when she was young. It was who
she was, and for the first time, she was not only proud of her accomplishments, but of herself as
well.

And the best part was, Harry was not only proud of her too, but he liked her just the way she
was.

*`I'm going to let him know, what a great boyfriend he really is,'* with that last
thought in mind, she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

oOoOo

It was near the end of the month, a few days since Hermione's victory party. It was while
they were sitting down to eat breakfast that Hermione noticed that look again on Harry's face…
he was up to something. However, for now it was her turn to surprise him. Her look of curiosity
turned into a tiny smirk as Hermione watched Hedwig land in front of Harry with a letter.

Harry took the letter and then turned to Hermione with an eyebrow raised after he noticed her
familiar handwriting on the outside of the envelope. Hedwig also gave her the eye for a moment,
wondering why she was even involved, before taking off back to the Owlery.

While looking at the Hermione, Harry asked, “Now, or later?”

Hermione just shrugged with a smile, “It's your letter Harry.”

Harry's other brow rose, “Okaaay.”

Harry then turned his attention to the letter. After sliding his thumb under the flap to open
it, he pulled out the letter and began to read.

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Dear Harry:

I know you were worried about whether or not you would be a good boyfriend, maybe you still
are.

You know, most girls describe the perfect boyfriend something like this; He should be tall and
maybe dark, and he should have lots of muscles. And of course, he absolutely has to be
good-looking. Idiots… the lot of them. All they are thinking about is how *they* would look on
his arm.

No matter whose name they bring up, or even anyone I think of; I always find myself comparing
them to you. Now this is the important part Harry… Next to you, they all fall short.

Don't get me wrong, I too place a certain value on good looks and a nice physique. It's
just not the most important part of someone that makes them attractive to me. I do most certainly
think you're handsome, and I appreciate the way you are filling out, but that's just the
icing on the cake. I like the way you look on the outside, but I love who you are on the inside.
That's what makes a great boyfriend, and that's just what you are.

You know, I never thought I'd have a boyfriend, certainly not one as wonderful as you.

Harry, I really think that what you and I have is very special and unique, and most importantly,
I think it will stand the test of time. I know for me personally, it's what I want more than
anything. Yes, I know I'm young and have never had a boyfriend before, but I know what I feel,
and being with you just feels so right… so perfect. You and I… we are different, yet at the same
time… the same. That's why we work so well together. Our differences complement each other,
while our likeness allows us to know each other so well.

Remember your dream about the future? Well that's my dream now too, and I'd like to see
it come true. But regardless of what the future brings, there are a couple of things I want you to
not only know, but to believe as well. I want you to know, that I'll never forget you no matter
where life takes us. I want you to believe that you are a good person Harry Potter. You are kind,
compassionate, and always willing to give of yourself… Never forget that.

I think you know me better than I know myself. Well I just wanted to tell you a few things I
know about you.

Don't ever change Harry. I think you are perfect just the way you are.

Always and Forever

Hermione.

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After Harry had finished the letter, he discreetly wiped at the corner of his eyes. It was
without a doubt, the most caring thing anyone had ever written to him, or even said out load. When
he turned to look at Hermione, He found her already staring at him through moist eyes. She had a
gentle smile on her face that told him even more.

Harry swallowed hard trying to find his voice, “Did… do you really mean all this,” he asked
while lifting the letter a little.

Hermione drew herself up and said softly, “Every word Harry,”

Harry stared at her a moment longer, and then glanced down at the letter clutched in his hand.
Like he had done for her a while back; she had given him her written word about her feelings.
Something he could hold onto and reread if needed. Proof of how she felt.

Without saying a word, Harry nodded to himself. Then he turned in his seat to face Hermione, and
in a soft voice barely above a whisper said, “I'd like that too,” referring to his dream of the
future.

Hermione's smile grew as a single tear leaked out and rolled down her cheek. She was happy
he felt the same way.

Harry brushed the tear away, then with a smile of his own, leaned forward and kissed her.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

**AN:** I just want to say thank you for all the great reviews, they really help keep me
motivated.

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**Chapter** **19**

**Alone Without Magic**

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Hermione slowly cracked the door open, what she saw, made the smile on her face turn into a
full-blown smirk. Harry, and all the rest the boys; Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean, were all still
sound asleep. A couple were actually snoring. She had always found it ironic that there were
protections in place to keep the boys from entering the girl's dorms, but she or any other girl
for that matter could just walk right into the boy's rooms.

Hermione quietly stepped into the room. Looking around, she crinkled her nose at the sight.
Clothing and school supplies were scattered everywhere, “Hmph, boys!” She mumbled. It wasn't
the first time she'd seen the inside of Harry's dorm room, it had been a little messy those
times as well. But this… this was a whole new level of sloppiness. The room looked as though a
small bomb had gone off. Apparently, after last night's party, no one had cared where they had
thrown their clothes while getting ready for bed.

*Last night's party**…* that was the second thing that Hermione found ironic; the
Weasley twins had been born on April fool's day, April the first. It seemed that the two
biggest pranksters since the Marauders, had taken their birthdate to heart and decided to use it as
a template for the way they would live their lives.

Hermione had warned Harry and the rest of his dorm mates, that staying up to the wee hours of
the morning was a bad idea. She had also warned them about sneaking in firewhisky as well. It had
been the third party in a month. McGonagall had only allowed it because of the unusual situation
with the Triwizard Tournament this year. However after last night's shenanigans, it would
probably by the last for quite some time.

Later, after McGonagall had caught them and sent them all to bed, she decided she'd wake
them early the next morning to teach them a lesson. Bright and early the following day as
McGonagall made her way through the common room to administer said lesson, she ran into Hermione
sitting on the couch reading. After a short discussion that left both grinning from ear to ear, she
decided to let Hermione wake them after she had promised she'd do the job properly.

Raising her wand to her throat, she whispered, “Sonorus,” then with her smirk firmly in place
yelled, “Rise and shine you lazy bunch of layabouts! Did you think you were going to skive off all
day?”

The effect was immediate, and quite hysterical to watch. Ron, seem to roll and jump at the same
time, resulting in him landing face down on the floor. Neville, flinched away and fell into the
space between his bed and the wall with his blankets falling on top of him covering him completely.
Hermione wasn't sure, but she thought she heard Dean bang his head on his bed's canopy
right before he let loose with a few colorful swearwords. By the time she turned to Seamus, all she
saw was a nearly naked boy sitting on the edge of his bed, bent over with his hands covering his
ears.

Hermione leaned back against the wall and slowly slid to the floor, laughing so hard she could
hardly see through the tears.

“Bloody hell Hermione, have you gone barking mad,” whined Ron, in a strangled voice. “What time
is it anyway?”

Catching her breath, Hermione answered matter-of-factly, “Seven o'clock.”

“What? Are you off your nut Hermione?”

Dean apparently agreed with him, “You have to ask? She's completely nutters.”

It would seem, that four hours asleep after a hard night of partying wasn't enough. “Aw… Did
I wake you too soon?” Hermione asked in a singsong voice.

Dean flopped back down, and rolled over with his pillow covering his head, while Seamus just
shook his head in disbelief. Neville has started snoring again, obviously quite comfortable on the
floor where he was.

Ron slowly got up and crawled back to his bed. “Don't get cheeky Hermione, now bugger off
and leave us be,” he said as he pulled the covers up over him, intent on joining his roommates in
getting a couple more hours of sleep.

“Hey… Wait a minute,” Hermione said suddenly as she turned her gaze on Harry's four-poster
bed. He hadn't said a word, not even made a noise. “How come Harry…”

“Silencing Charm,” was all Ron said, after cracking one eye open and seeing her staring at
Harry's bed in disbelief.

*`Silencing Charm… Why on earth?'* She thought. Then, as her curiosity got the better
of her, she made her way over to his bedside and pulled the hangings back a little so she could
peek inside.

Harry was sleeping peacefully. There weren't any of the usual signs of worry marring his
face. Hermione smiled, laying there without his glasses on, he looked so content, and… handsome.
She wanted to touch him, to caress his face, but she didn't dare. He'd wake for sure.
Perhaps she had been wrong, maybe the party had been a good idea after all. It certainly had been
good for him; it gave him the distraction he so badly needed for a good night sleep.

Hermione gently closed his hangings and then tiptoed from the room. Thanks to Harry, the other
boys had earned a reprieve. She'd let them sleep along with Harry. Hopefully, Professor
McGonagall would agree with her reasoning. Little did she know, that she would soon discover just
how bad a night Harry sometimes had.

oOoOo

The room was dark and musty from lack of use. Cobwebs hung in the corners; it was obvious its
current inhabitants had no intention of staying. Even though there was a fire burning nearby, the
room was bitter cold.

“Everything is set; you have neglected nothing?” A harsh voice hissed in the darkness.

An excited, yet somewhat nervous voice replied, “Yes Master, everything is, as you have
asked.”

“Good. I hope I'll not need to remind you of the price for failure.”

A sort of tall, wiry man bowed low, “No Master.” Without looking up, he hesitantly asked,
“Master, forgive me, but would it not be safer to use someone else, must it be him?”

“Do you question my judgment,” came a low treating reply, chilly and sinister. Slicing the air
like a knife through flesh.

“No Master! Of course not, I was only trying…”

The now cowering servant never got to finish before the other man… thing in the room whispered,
“Crucio.” He said it with a reverence, the word wrapped in adoration.

The servant fell to the floor screaming as his body contorted and twisted in pain.

Harry bolted awake as he screamed out, waking himself from the dream. He coughed as he sucked in
air trying to breathe, while his head swam. Covered in sweat his gut roiled, and he thought he
might get sick. Harry reached up and rubbed his forehead where his scar burned hot. Sitting in the
darkness within the confines of his curtained bed, he took deep breaths and tried to slow his
pounding heart. Fear still gripped him, and the night seemed to squeeze in around him, but slowly
the images of the nightmare started to fade. Untangling his legs from the blankets twisted around
them, he got out of bed. Harry was so cold he was shaking, yet soaked in a sticky sweat. Putting
his glasses on, he made his way to the bathroom to wash up a little.

Feeling marginally better he started down to the common room, he knew he'd never be able to
get back to sleep even though it was still dark out.

Hermione wasn't sure what woke her up, perhaps some innate sense that something wasn't
right. Crookshanks was already awake, he stood and jumped off the bed and after only a couple of
steps stopped and looked back with anticipation. He too, knew something was amiss. Even though the
castle was quiet, something was out of place. The night felt wrong and Hermione needed to find out
why. Slipping out of bed, Hermione pulled on her robe and followed Crookshanks out the door.

With the fire already lit, Hermione knew someone was up. She stood at the bottom of the stairs
and watched as Crookshanks ran and jumped up on the couch and onto somebody's lap. Hermione
smiled, it had to be Harry; Crookshanks just wasn't that friendly with anybody else. As she
moved towards him, she remembered the hour.

“Harry?” she called quietly, “you alright?”

Harry looked up with an uneasy smile, “Yeah… just a bad dream.”

Even in the dull light from the fire, Hermione could see it was more than just a bad dream. The
soft firelight should have made his skin look warm and healthy, yet it didn't. Harry was deadly
pale. Hermione went to him and sat closely at his side. She reached out and touched his forehead
with the back of her hand. Harry didn't move, he didn't try to stop her. Hermione had done
it all, like it was her right, and Harry easily conceded it to her.

He was cold and clammy, but mainly cold. She gathered him to her and then reached around behind
them and pulled a blanket over them. “Oh Harry, what happened?” She'd wait until he was ready,
before asking anymore.

Harry laid his head on her shoulder and snuggled in, he felt safe for the first time since
waking. Hermione had come to him in the middle of the night when he had needed her the most. She
hadn't been asked, nor did she know why, but she had come nevertheless. Harry reached his arm
around her middle and gave her a gentle squeeze, “Thank you for being here.”

Hermione's arm was around his shoulder, and she squeezed back to say you're welcome
without speaking.

A short while later, Harry spoke again, “I dreamt of him again… he was… torturing someone.”

Hermione turned her head and looked down at him, worried at what he might say next.

Harry sat up a little, “I woke up screaming… just like the man he was hurting. I… I just
couldn't stay in bed.”

Hermione cupped his face, “Oh Harry,” she knew he sometimes had bad dreams, but she never
realized the extent. Then remembering last week, she asked, “Wait, is that why you put up a
Silencing Charm around your bed before you go to sleep… so you won't wake the others?” Harry
just nodded. Hermione was upset and appalled. She was mad at herself for thinking that Harry had
put it up so he could sleep without being bothered by the other boys. When in fact, he was only
trying to keep from bothering them! Appalled, because it meant he had to suffer alone, that no one
would know when he woke from a horrible nightmare. How many times had he woke up screaming, and
nobody came to see how he was. Hermione told herself, she'd look into finding a way to help him
in the future, but for now, he needed her here, and she had no intention of leaving.

As much as she hated the idea, Hermione couldn't think of anybody else who might be able to
help or at least shed some light on the situation, “Harry, we should go see Dumbledore.”

Harry slowly nodded, “Okay, but not yet. I just want to sit here with you for a while…”

Hermione pulled him back into her arms, “Sure, we'll go later.”

oOoOo

It had been over a week since Harry's nightmare and their visit to see Dumbledore. Hermione
still thought their headmaster was keeping something from them. He hadn't seemed at all
surprised or worried, and had answered far too quickly. He told Harry again very casually, that he
thought it was just the stress of the tournament making itself known. Hermione tried to reason out
why he'd try to play down the importance of the dream. Could it not have been some kind of…
vision?

Hermione had later discussed her concerns with Harry of course, but didn't push the issue to
the point of making Harry worry. Now, with the task only a few days away, she couldn't help the
feeling of anxiety that was starting to build. She also noticed, that her nagging little feeling
that something was off; was again sitting in the bottom of her stomach.

oOoOo

Breakfast was a rather somber affair, not just for Harry, but for the entire Hall. For Harry, it
was because today he would start the fifth task. For the rest of the Hall, it was probably because
nobody really knew what to expect.

“Don't worry Harry, you've got the advantage,” Ron said. With Harry's questioning
look, Ron explained simply, “You were raised Muggle.” Ron had been sitting with the group for a
while now, occasionally accompanied by Lavender. The tension between him and the others was slowly
fading, and even though Lavender and Hermione were polar opposites, they made an effort to get
along as well. Lavender would often join Ron for meals, but occasionally, she would sit with
Parvati a few spaces down. While neither had anything against Harry, they preferred their own brand
of conversation, mainly gossip, instead of the usually more serious topics Hermione was normally
known for going on about.

Harry thought about Ron's comment, and then said, “Yeah, a little I suppose.”

“You got a dark forest in Little Whinging Harry?” Neville asked laughingly.

Harry smirked, “No... but there are some dark creatures there.”

“Really Harry?” Asked Luna.

“Yep... Dudley and his gang.”

Hermione chuckled, “Really Harry. Mean, nasty, rude, and stupid, but I don't think
they're dark.”

“Right, I get that mixed up sometimes.” Harry joked.

Hermione bumped shoulders with him and smiled before turning serious. “It's almost time
Harry, how are you doing?” She asked hesitantly.

Harry turned and gave her his full attention. “Seriously... nervous... and scared,” he added
softly.

“You'll do fine Harry, you're well prepared,” was all she could say. She didn't dare
tell him how worried and scared she was for him. He would only worry more about her, and right now,
he didn't need anything else to worry about.

“Good morning everyone,” Dumbledore began, “a quick reminder, champions you must be down at the
viewing stands and ready to leave no later than eleven thirty... I hope you had a good breakfast.
As for anyone else, after they have departed you may remain in the stands and follow along as they
begin their task, or you may return here for lunch.” Dumbledore paused and took a sip of water, “Do
try to remember, this will be a long event,” he stole a glance at the Gryffindor table, then
continued, “I strongly recommend you do not make a vigil out of it in the stands.”

Ginny turned and looked at Hermione and thought, *`Good advice, but I**'**ll bet
she**'**ll do it anyway.'*

oOoOo

Hermione stood next Harry, inside the small tent set up by the entrance to the maze. Unlike the
dragon task, this time she would not be turned away. After Dumbledore and Percy finished giving the
champions some last-minute instructions, Hermione pulled Harry aside.

Almost as nervous as Harry, Hermione started, “You're well prepared Harry, you can do this.
Move quickly, but keep your eyes open and watch for any sign of trouble.” Harry nodded. “And Harry,
use the Portkey if you have to. I don't care if you lose points, it's not worth… oh Harry
don't try and be a hero… okay?”

Harry nodded again, this time with a smile, “I won't… I promise.” Then Harry pulled Hermione
close and wrapped his arms around her. “I'll be okay… really.”

“Who knows how far away you'll be, how long you'll be gone,” Hermione said quietly.

“I'll be back as soon as I can,” Harry said honestly, “after all, I've got you to come
back to… right?”

“Right.”

“Champions, please follow me so we may begin,” Dumbledore announced.

Hermione stood on her tip-toes and gave Harry a kiss good-bye, “I'll be here when you
return.”

oOoOo

"Champions you will be scored not only on how fast you return, but more importantly, on how
well you deal with any problems you may encounter along the way." Dumbledore peered over the
top of his glasses at each of the champions in turn, to make sure they understood that it was not
just a race. "Very well, at the sound of the cannon blast, you may activate your
Portkey."

"Boom!”

Before the sound of the cannon blast had finished reverberating through the stands, Viktor and
Fleur had vanished, Cedric quickly followed. Harry turned to survey the stands, seeking out one
individual in particular. He found her sitting in the front row near the center of the stands. He
locked eyes with Hermione, and after a second, she gave him a small nervous nod. Harry nodded back,
and then activated his Portkey and a second later, he too disappeared in a swirl of color.

Hermione's nerves had been building all morning, but the instant Harry flashed away, they
exploded into overdrive. She just couldn't help but feel, that she should be there with him.
That together they were stronger, smarter, they were a team, *`And a good one,'* she
thought.

oOoOo

Harry landed flat on his back, deep in the Forbidden Forest. *`Great,'* he thought,
*`I am no better at Portkey travel, th**a**n floo travel.'* Standing up, Harry
took in his surroundings. Nothing looked familiar, not that he expected it too. The only part that
he found familiar with the part of the forest he'd seen in the past, was how dark and eerie it
was. Harry figured he had about four hours of daylight, and since he didn't have a torch or a
wand for light, traveling after dark would be foolish and dangerous. He would go as far as he
could, and then stop and make camp before nightfall.

Harry knew the forest lay mostly to the east and northeast of Hogwarts, so because of that he
knew he had to head in a westerly direction to get back. The problem was, there were several large
areas that he wanted to avoid. Not knowing his starting position, he had no choice but to proceed
west until he found a reliable landmark. For now, he would move with caution; he certainly did want
to stumble upon a nest of Acromantula. Harry double-checked his pack to make sure he had
everything, and then after getting a bearing from his compass, he started out. Every so often, he
would stop and take a close look around for anything that might tell him where he was at, then he
would recheck his compass to make sure he was still on course. Harry reasoned he would continue on
like this until he had about a half-hour of light left, then he'd stop and make camp for the
night.

Hermione turned her gaze away from the forest to look at a billboard size viewing screen that
now showed the location of all four champions. Harry had landed in a fairly flat, but otherwise
dense part of the forest. Fleur was in a similar area several kilometers to his north. Viktor and
Cedric were in a more hilly part, far to the south. She watched as he started west. Knowing the map
as well as him, she knew he'd be okay for a while. The first thing he would run into if he
continued in a straight line, would be a marsh full of quicksand. *`At least he'll see that
coming,'* she thought.

Three hours later, Harry pushed through some thick brush and stepped out into a clearing. Ahead
of him stretching out as far as he could see, lay a marsh. Harry pulled out his map and study it a
moment. There were only two marshes on it, both in the middle half of the map. After a little
thought, he decided to turn north to go around the marsh. This gave him a slightly better chance of
figuring out just which marsh it was that he was going around. Also, if it happened to be the more
northern marsh, going to the south would definitely the longest of all possible combinations.

Just as he predicted, about a half-hour later the light began to fade. Harry quickly found a
place to camp and started to collect some wood for a fire. While he was at it, he kept an eye out
for a long straight piece he could fashion into a weapon of sorts. Harry reasoned he'd have
time for that after he ate, and before he turned in for the night.

The idea of spending the night in the Forbidden Forest was bad enough, but doing it alone was
downright terrifying. *`How is it bloke supposed to sleep,'* he thought. Harry was sure
that if Hermione were here, that she would figure out some clever way to do it safely. Harry
thought more about Hermione, and wondered if she was watching. *`Of course she is,'* he
thought, *`she'll be worrying about whether I'll make a mistake, or forget
something…'* Harry's thoughts were interrupted by another. *`Maybe I can make the
detection runes work!'* Later, as Harry drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think
that even alone, way out here in the forest, Hermione had still managed to help him.

Hermione smiled as she watched Harry activate the last rune with a drop of his blood. He had
made good time, and had chosen the best route possible so far. He was considerably better off than
the other three. And now, it looked like he'd be able to sleep safely through the night.
Hermione decided to turn in herself. If she hurried, she still might make it in time to get
something to eat before dinner was over. She figured it was bound to be a long day tomorrow, so she
wanted to get to bed early tonight.

oOoOo

Draco watched as Hermione came in late for dinner. She had missed lunch and he was beginning to
think she would also miss dinner as well. *`I wouldn't be surprised, if she had slept out
there,'* he thought. As soon as she sat down, several others hurried over to get the latest
news, Draco noticed. Ginny, Luna, and Neville were the only other ones who had stayed through
lunch, and up until dinner. Most of the others in Harry's year had left for lunch, and then
returned for a little while before leaving again. Draco had also noticed, that not a single
Slytherin had stayed to watch Viktor. He briefly wondered how many would have stayed to watch, if
it had been him instead.

oOoOo

"So, he got the rune sequence working?" Asked Ginny.

"Yes, and on the first try," beamed Hermione, obviously very proud of him.

"Well, he had a good teacher now didn't he," said Neville, as if they'd all
forgotten who had taught him.

“Still, all alone with no wand for protection,” Ginny grimaced.

“After he finished setting up the wards, he made himself some sort of spear out of… a tree
branch, I think,” Hermione added.

"How'd the others do?" asked Alicia from a couple of seats down.

Hermione smirked, and answered her in a knowing tone, "Viktor's doing vell… I mean
well."

Alicia had the decency to blush slightly. "Touché Hermione." `*That girl has one
heck of a memory,'* she thought, referring to her teasing about biting Harry.

"Viktor is moving fast, but unfortunately he made a bad turn. It's going to slow him
down a little." Hermione then went on about the others, "Cedric and Fleur are also doing
alright for now. Cedric decided to climb down a cliff instead of going around, and Fleur decided to
try and hack her away through a thorny thicket."

"And how about you Hermione, how are you doing?" Asked Luna as she joined them by
sitting next to Neville.

`Leave it to Luna,' thought Hermione, before she answered, "I'm fine... for
now."

oOoOo

Harry woke the next morning just before dawn as a small electric shock rippled through him.
Harry sat up, and looked around. The circle of runes he had drawn the night before, was slowly
fading away now that their last job was complete.

Digging into his pack, Harry pulled out a couple of ration bars, and one of his canteens. It
wasn't much of a breakfast, but it would have to do for now he thought. Only a few minutes
later and Harry was already on the move again. When he reached the northern edge of the marsh, he
continued to follow the edge around towards the west. Even though he couldn't remember their
name, Harry knew that a large dangerous lizard, similar to the Ashwinder, lived in the southern
marsh. Both were known for starting small fires in the marsh and in the grasses that grew around
the edges, from their flammable secretions. Therefore he knew from the map, that if he didn't
run into any burnt areas; that he would be north of the northern most marsh. However, if he did,
then he was north of the southern most marsh.

oOoOo

Hermione walked into the empty Hall, she was almost an hour early for breakfast. She hoped
however, that she still might be able to get something to eat. No sooner had she sat down, than a
bowl of cereal appeared. It was followed closely by a bowl of fruit, some toast, and a cup of
coffee. `Coffee?' She thought, then it came to her, "Dobby," she called softly.

`Poop'

"Yous called Dobby Miss Grangy?" he asked in his usual excited way.

"Yes Dobby, I did. I wanted to thank you for getting me something to eat so early, and to
ask a favor."

"A favor? For Mr. Potter sir's Miss Grangy?" Dobby asked, getting even more
excited, "of course, anything."

Hermione smiled at the reference to belonging to Mr. Potter. Then seeing how excited he was
getting, she briefly wondered if Dobby drank coffee too, as she sipped some of her own; if so, it
appeared as though he'd already had too much. "Dobby, I was wondering if you could make me
a lunch, so I could stay out at the viewing stands and keep an eye on Harry?"

"Dobby can most certainly do that," he said while bouncing up and down on the balls of
his feet.

"Thank you Dobby, that's wonderful," Hermione said, "and Dobby, maybe if you
have time, you could join me, and we could watch Harry's progress together for a little
while."

Dobby stops bouncing and started to tear up, "Dobby would like that Miss Grangy.”

oOoOo

Even though it was slow going, Harry was making progress. The tall canopy of trees blocked out
most of the sunlight making it hard to see, and the thick undergrowth made walking difficult.
However, aside from that, everything else was going good; except for a brief encounter with an
angry owl that he inadvertently disturbed. Even though it was still fairly early, Harry hadn't
had any real problems. It was actually rather peaceful, quiet even. Harry stopped suddenly with
that last thought in mind. Quiet... too quiet. He was in a forest, the notorious Dark Forest no
less; where was all the sounds of the forest, he thought.

Harry slowly turned on the spot in a full circle, scanning the area around him. Even with his
senses now on full alert, he saw nothing, heard nothing... not a thing. Nothing moved, nothing made
a noise; it was as if the entire forest was holding its breath. Harry suddenly felt the urge to run
as a small twinge of panic made itself felt. Resisting the urge to blindly start thrashing through
the brush, Harry took a breath and slowly started walking again. He moved quietly, but as quickly
as he could. His head was on a constant swivel, searching for the first sign of danger. He now
moved with a different purpose; he needed to get out of the dense undergrowth, and into more open
space. Harry pushed on, and he slowly managed to rein in all but one of his emotions. No matter how
hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

oOoOo

Even though it was late April, Hermione knew it would be quite cold at this early hour, and so
had brought a blanket with her. Sitting down in the stands, she wrapped it snugly around herself
looking up at the viewing board, she was a little surprised to see that Harry was already up and
moving. A while later, as she watched, she noticed something odd. Looking more closely, it became
obvious, someone or something was following Harry, just off his right, moving parallel with
him.

oOoOo

Harry finally came to the large open area. He moved quickly towards the center to give himself a
clear view in all directions. The marsh was still to the south of him, but as far as he could tell,
there were no signs of any fires, or that the area had ever been burnt. “Well, I guess that means
I'm north of the most northern marsh,” Harry told himself out loud. However, talking out loud
only reminded him how quiet the forest was.

Out of reflex, Harry grasped his makeshift spear tighter, and again turned on the spot looking
for any signs of trouble. As he turned, he thought he saw something move, just to the north of him,
right at the edge of the clearing. Harry made note of the spot, but tried to act as if he
hadn't seen anything. He was getting tired of being the mouse in this game. Harry decided it
was time to find out what was following him. He turned and continued on, as if nothing was wrong.
Reaching the edge of the clearing, he walked openly on for a short distance until he reached a
large tree. Harry quickly ducked out of sight, then on hands and knees he crawled back a short ways
off to the side of his original path and waited. He hoped, that if something was stalking him, it
would come by close enough for him to spot it. Looking down at his spear, he also hoped that
whatever it was, he'd be able to handle it without magic.

oOoOo

In the stands, Hermione watched with curiosity and a bit of growing concern. The board would not
tell her anything more about what was following Harry. She assumed once he knew, the board would
tell her.

“Excuse me Meess Granger, may I sit?” a small French girl asked, while gesturing to the spot
next to Hermione.

Hermione recognized the young girl as Fleur's sister; they'd met briefly before the last
task, but hadn't really had a chance to talk. Even though Gabrielle was a few years younger,
they both had been hostages in the lake task. As scared as she had been, she could only imagine
what it must've been like for her; being both younger, and then not being rescued. Only now
realizing it, Hermione felt a sort of kinship with her. Like with Fleur, Hermione now felt a
growing need to be friends with the young witch.

It looked as though it was going to be a long day, and the thought of some company, at least for
a little while sounded nice.

Hermione smiled, “Of course Gabrielle, and please, call me Hermione.”

“Zank you… Eermione.”

Hermione turned slightly, so as to more easily talk to the shy girl. “So, how are you and your
sister getting on?”

Gabrielle looked down as she answered softly, “I am doing well… And zanks to you, now so is my
seester. Zat eez why I came to you… to say Zank you for talking to eer.”

“You don't have to thank me for that,” Hermione said, as she took a quick glance at the
forest, “I know what it's like to worry about someone you care a great deal about.”

Gabrielle nodded, *`Yes she would know,'* she thought.

“You are the only one from your year, here at Hogwarts?”

Gabrielle nodded again, “Yes… Because of my seester.”

Hermione had seen her sitting alone many times, and now wondered why she had not done something
about it sooner. There were times when she sat with her sister, or with other first-years from
Hogwarts, but Hermione knew all too well how hard it was to make friends when you were younger, or…
different. “Gabrielle, would you like to join me and my friends for meals sometime?”

Gabrielle's head snapped up, “But… I am only in ze first-year!”

“Yes, and your sister is in the seventh-year, yet she still sets with us sometimes.” At her
dumbfounded look, Hermione went on, “We don't care how old you are, or what year you are in. We
only care about… Who you are.” Hermione smiled and took hold of one of her hands, “And if you want
to, I'd like us to be friends as well.”

A moment later, Gabrielle surprised Hermione by grabbing her in a fierce hug. “Yes, I would like
zat.”

Hermione could hear the emotion in her voice, and a few seconds later after she pulled away.
Said, “Good.”

oOoOo

It didn't take long for Harry to confirm his suspicions. Only a few minutes after starting
his stakeout, Harry caught some movement to his left. A moment later, a large semitransparent
ghostly looking dog glided into view. *`Great,'* Harry thought, *`a Spectral
Hound.'* Thanks to Hagrid's classes and his love for unusual and dangerous creatures,
Harry actually knew a little about the hound. They were kind of a three-way cross between a
dementor, a Bogart, and a regular ghost. It could sense your fear, like a Bogart, and then amplify
it. Then it would feed off your panic and anxiety, like a dementor.

Being mostly a ghost, Harry knew the real danger wasn't physical, but mental. If it got in
your head and started playing with your fears, you could easily become disoriented and confused.
That in turn could lead you to do something stupid or dangerous.

Harry knew the best defense against the creature was Occlumency, but he didn't know how to
perform it. It was after all a very advanced subject, and certainly not taught to fourth-years.
Just thinking about it, Harry was beginning to panic. *`I've got to calm down. Stay
focused,'* Harry thought.

When Harry looked up again, the Hound was looking right at them. “Shite,” Harry said out loud,
startled. He quickly turned and started to run. He had only taking a few steps and already could
feel the creature trying to read his thoughts. It was looking for what he feared. Try and focus
Harry reminded himself. Harry slowed, *`No, it can't hurt me,* *think of something nice…
like flying**,* *ignore it and move on,'* he thought, as he forced his breathing
to return to normal.

For the next couple of hours, they continued their game of cat and mouse. The Hound would
disappear for a while and then out of nowhere it would rush out and try to surprise Harry. Each
time the Hound got bolder, but Harry managed to control his emotions well. He was getting so used
to it after a while, that he found he wasn't worrying about it hardly at all anymore. The Hound
must've noticed as well, and finally gave up the chase.

oOoOo

Harry stopped around noon for a quick bite to eat, he knew he needed to keep up his energy
levels; who knew what his next surprise would be, *`Probably not* *just* *another
ghost,'* he thought. Unfortunately, he didn't have to wait long. About an hour later, he
thought he heard something behind him again. *`Well I doubt it's the Hound… It's making
way too much noise, maybe…'* Harry's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud crash.
Then, he saw it. “Oh, you've got to be kidding me!” Harry said unbelievably to himself, as he
turned and started to run.

Chasing after him, about one hundred feet back, was the biggest boar Harry had ever seen. This
one looked to weigh about four-hundred pounds and stood over three feet at the shoulders. The part
that concerned him though, were the four inch long tusks growing out of its lower jaw. They
weren't especially fast, but they were extremely vicious. Harry knew he was no match for the
animal armed with only a spear. His only choice was to run, and maybe get to someplace the wild pig
couldn't follow.

oOoOo

Up in the stands, Hermione and Gabrielle kept watch on their respective concerns. Gabrielle
watched her sister fight off a rather nasty swarm of bats, while Hermione watched Harry deal with
the Spectral Hound, both were proud of the outcomes.

Lunch time brought another surprise for Gabrielle. She was just about ready to get up and head
for the castle to eat, when a soft pop to her right caught her attention. Standing there with a
large basket stood a very excited house-elf.

“Dobby, you remembered,” beamed Hermione.

“Of course Miss Grangy, Dobby not be forgetting,” he said, as if it was the most ridiculous
thing he'd heard all week. Then, after a sideways glance at Gabrielle, he added, “And Dobby be
bringing enough for yous friend as well.”

Gabrielle looked at Hermione with some trepidation, she'd only just met this unique girl and
didn't want to assume or take anything for granted.

Hermione laughed at Dobby's enthusiasm, “Thank you Dobby, how thoughtful.” Then turning to
Gabrielle, she said politely, “Please, stay and join us.”

Gabrielle looked around, they were alone for the most part. Then, she realized who Hermione had
met by `us'. Both eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Oh!” Was all she could manage to say. Finally,
she nodded okay and slowly sat down to lunch with Hermione, and a… house-elf.

By the end of lunch, Gabrielle had learned that Hermione wasn't the only one concerned for
Harry's safety. It was clearly obvious, that the little elf named Dobby cared a great deal
about him as well. She had never given house-elves much thought before now, they were just servants
after all. However, after watching Hermione treat him not only as a friend, but as an equal as
well, and seeing firsthand how Dobby had responded, Gabrielle thought maybe she had underestimated
their feelings, and their ability to care. She would definitely think more about it later.

Hermione saw the thoughtful look on her young friend's face, and knew she would be answering
more than a few questions about Dobby later.

Glancing back up at the viewing board, Hermione's cheerful look turned to concern… Harry was
being chased… again.

oOoOo

Harry was running as fast as he could, but the dense undergrowth was slowing him down. Like
running through knee-deep water, every step was an effort. The boar with his thick hide, seem to
glide through the brush, and was closing fast. With only a few feet separating his backside from
the boar's tusks, Harry finally saw an escape. Just ahead, was a large tree that had fallen
down across his path, one end stuck in the upper branches of another tree. It's sort of formed
an elevated bridge, starting several feet above the ground and sloping upward. Harry thought, that
if he could just jump up and grab hold he might be able to climb to safety.

*`**Almost there**,'* Harry thought. He could hear the labored snorts of the
boar behind him, and knew it was almost on him, but he didn't dare look back. Finally there, he
jumped up and caught hold. A split second later as he struggled to pull himself up, he felt a sharp
pain lance through his right calf. The boar, seem to squeal in delight as it ran on under him.

Harry managed to pull himself up the rest of the way, and sat straddling the tree. Looking down,
he saw a small gash on the back of his right leg. The wound itself wasn't all that bad, but
considering what had caused it, Harry began to worry about it getting infected. Getting up on his
hands and knees, Harry crawled further up the tree to a place where the trunk branched. There, he
could sit more comfortably and wait the boar out, and also take a better look at his leg.

Slipping his backpack off, Harry sat it in front of him and pulled out his first-aid kit. Harry
used a little water from his canteen to wash the wound the best he could before applying an
antiseptic bandage to it. “That will have to do for now,” Harry said to himself, “now, if Mr. Piggy
would just go away,” after a quick look around Harry added, “I'd hate to spend the night up
here with no fire or shelter.” A moment later, it started to rain. “Perfect,” Harry muttered.

oOoOo

With Harry out of danger for the time being, Hermione checked the progress of the other
champions. Viktor was just about out of the marsh, and was finally starting to make some time.
Cedric, look to be having a rather hard time as he tried to deal was some kind of three-headed
goat; at least it looked like a goat, Hermione thought.

Checking on Fleur, Hermione noticed that, like Harry, she too had stopped and was now nursing
some wounds. A glance at Gabrielle told her that the young girl was also relieved. “Well, it looks
like we can relax for a bit,” Hermione said, while letting out a long breath.

“Oui,” was all Gabrielle said. It was again obvious just how concerned she had been for her
older sister.

Dobby, who had been sitting between them, stood and faced Hermione. “Dobby thinks that Harry
Potter is safe now, so Dobby must go. Have much work to do.” Then turning to Gabrielle, he added,
“Dobby is happy he is making friends with yous.” And after a soft pop, he was gone.

Staring at the spot where Dobby had stood moments before, Gabrielle said, “Ee's not… Well
e's not what I expected.”

Hermione glanced sideways at her, “Dobby?”

Gabrielle looked up and nodded, “Oui.”

“Do you know many house-elves?”

This time, the young witch shook her head no.

“Well Dobby is a bit different,” Hermione smiled, “he's a free elf.”

Gabrielle knew that free elves were extremely rare, and her face showed her surprise, “Oh!” A
few seconds later she asked, “Ow did zat appen?”

Hermione smile grew as she gave her one-word answer, “Harry.”

Somehow Gabriel thought, she had already known, “Ah.”

oOoOo

Apparently, the wild boar didn't like the rain any more than Harry. After about a half hour
it decided that one skinny boy up a tree just wasn't worth waiting around in the rain for, and
trotted off in the direction it had originally come.

Harry waited a few more minutes to be sure it was gone for good, then climbed down. After
checking his map and compass, Harry resumed his trek. He figured he still had about an hour or so
before he'd start looking for a place to make camp for the night, and he wanted to put as much
distance between him and the boar as possible before settling in for the night.

oOoOo

Fleur was miserable, and starting to get quite irritated. Even though she considered herself
rather tough for a girl, that didn't mean she liked being cold and soaking wet. It rained a
little last night too, and she never did get dry. Now, her clothes were soaked through and through,
and her hair was plastered to her head. Rain ran down her face and dripped from the tip of her nose
and the bottom of her chin. She would try again tonight to make a fire, *`Maybe ee will get
lucky,'* she thought miserably.

oOoOo

Harry had come to a small clearing, where several trees had fallen down, *`Plenty of firewood
here,'* he thought. Near the edge of the clearing was a large boulder, it would help provide
good shelter for the night, and the only other animal he'd seen, was a small snake that had
darted across his path a ways back. Harry had taken to talking to himself and so said, “Well,
it'll be dark soon, and I probably won't find a better place than this.”

Harry sat his pack down near the boulder and got to work making camp. He gathered several
medium-size tree branches and leaned them up against the boulder to make a sort of frame. Then he
draped his plastic tarp over it to give him shelter from the rain. Next he gathered some smaller
branches he could burn and set about starting a fire. Lastly, Harry set up the detection runes
Hermione had taught him. Finally able to relax, Harry sat back and started making himself some
dinner.

oOoOo

Fleur decided to stop deluding herself, she wasn't going to have a fire tonight either.
Everything was wet, so even if she knew how, she didn't think she could start one. Before she
had started this task, she thought the process would be simple enough, and so didn't give it
much thought. She now realized how wrong she had been. Fleur continued to walk, hoping she'd
find someplace that might at least offer some sort of shelter.

It was almost completely dark with Fleur decided to stop. Cold and wet she reasoned the only way
she would survive the night was if she wrapped herself up tight in the plastic sheet that was given
to her, at the very least it would help her to conserve what little body heat she had left and keep
the rain off her face. As she turns slightly to slip her pack off, she spotted it. Off in the
distance, towards the south was a light. But not just any light, it was the unmistakable light of a
fire. Even though she was exhausted, Fleur was drawn to the fire like a moth to a flame. She
didn't know who or what had made the fire, but she was going to find out.

After stumbling through the darkness for nearly a half an hour, Fleur reached a small clearing.
Next to a large rock, burned a bright warm inviting fire. Fleur cautiously started forward, but had
only taken a few steps when all manner of commotion broke loose. A loud wailing sound screeched
through the still night air, and on both sides of her, strange-looking marks lit up brightly,
instantly giving away her position. Fleur instinctively dropped into a fighting stance and pulled
her knife, ready to face her attacker.

oOoOo

Gabrielle grabbed Hermione's hand in panic, as both watched and waited with growing concern.
They had watched the scene play out that led to this confrontation, and knew that neither Harry nor
Fleur were aware of the other's presence. Now they could only hope that in the poor light, one
of them would recognize the other before someone got hurt.

oOoOo

Harry was impressed that the rune sequence had worked so well, while at the same time he started
to worry about what had set it off in the first place. Grabbing his spear, he jumped to his feet
and moved into the shadows. Peering into the darkness, Harry could barely make out something on the
edge of the clearing lit only by the glowing runes.

Fleur caught a glimpse of movement by the rock, but immediately lost sight of it in the dark.
For several long minutes, no one moved, nothing made a sound. Fleur decided, it was up to her to
make the first move, after all she was the one who had invaded the area. Since she had already set
off the alarm, it only made sense that whoever was here already knew of her presence and so there
was no reason to stay quiet any longer.

“Eello een ze camp,” she called. Her next surprise, was who answered.

“Fleur?” Harry yelled back.

“Arry?” Fleur asked cautiously while starting to stand.

Harry moved out of the shadows and into the firelight. “Yeah, it's me. What in Merlin's
name are you doing out there in the dark?”

“Freezing,” Fleur answered honestly.

oOoOo

Two girls let out nervous sighs of relief when the board showed Harry and Fleur finally standing
together by the fire.

“Can zey help each ozer?” Asked Gabrielle.

“Yes, but they will lose points,” Hermione answered.

oOoOo

“Fleur, why didn't you make camp earlier?” Harry asked, “why would you wander around after
dark? It's dangerous.”

“I know,” Fleur answered sheepishly, “I was about to stop…zen I saw your fire. I just wanted to
get warm, I…”

“Fleur, why didn't you just start your own…” Harry stopped when the probable reason came to
him. “Fleur… Are you having trouble starting a fire?”

Fleur hated to admit it, she thought herself so superior, so much better than him. However, the
reality of things told a much different story. Harry was actually doing better than her overall,
and this was just one more example. He had a nice dry place to sleep next to a warm cozy fire. She
on the other hand, was soaking wet.

Fleur flopped to the ground on the verge of tears, but somehow managed to hold them back.

“Fleur?” Harry asked softly as he kneeled down next to her, ignoring the muddy ground.

Fleur turned and stared at Harry for a moment before whispering, “Eet eez so simple no? Starting
a fire.” Fleur looked away, “And yet… I cannot…”

“Actually, it's not so simple.” At her surprised look, Harry explained, “Back at Hogwarts,
before the task, I couldn't manage one without magic. Then Hermione remembered the char cloth,
and we figured out how to use it. After that, it took a little while, but I finally managed one,
and after a few times practicing it got a little easier.”

“Ermione eez a smart girl,” she said through a half smile.

“Yeah, she is.” Harry could see the internal debate going on in Fleur's head and decided to
make the decision for her. “Fleur, why don't you let me teach you? You can build your own fire
on the other side of the clearing, and then in the morning, we will go our own way.”

“You would do zat for moi?” Fleur asked with disbelief. They were after all, competitors in this
task. Then she remembered the conversation the four of them had a few weeks back. Sure they had
promised to help each other if one was in danger, but this was hardly life or death.

Harry laughed, “Sure. Can't have you sneaking up on my fire every night, can I?” Even though
she was wet, tired, and embarrassed, Fleur laughed too. “All right, get your things, and I'll
get some more wood and I meet you over there,” Harry instructed. Harry had thought momentarily
about just letting Fleur share his shelter, but then realized how that might look to anyone who
would be watching.

With her own shelter built and everything collected, Harry began, “Okay, first you need to build
the base.” Harry showed her how to set the different size pieces of wood up to make the base so
they'd catch fire more easily. The finished product looked a little like a cross between a log
cabin and a tepee. Next he showed her how to make the kindling, and what he affectionately called,
`the birds nest'; a small wad of fine dry grass that caught fire very easily.

“Okay, now hold your flint in one hand with a small piece of char cloth on the bottom edge of
it, so it will catch the spark.” Fleur did as she was told and then struck down on the flint with
the steel striker. After the third try, she saw a small orange glow on the edge of the char cloth.
“That's good, now quickly put the glowing char cloth into the bird's nest and wrap it up
loosely… that's it… good, now blow on it gently.” Again, Fleur followed his directions, and
soon her nest was smoking. “Now, as soon as it catches fire, put it in the middle of your wood
base.”

A moment later, Fleur's little bird nest sprang to life catching fire. “Oyi,” she yelped,
but did as she had been told and quickly stuffed the small burning ball of twigs and grass into the
center of her base. Soon the kindling was burning hot and it in turn, started the larger pieces on
fire. Just ten minutes after she had started, Fleur had her own fire burning bright and hot.

Still wet, but in a far better mood, Fleur beamed at Harry, “Arry, I did eet.”

Harry chuckled, “Yes you did.”

Fleur turned back to the fire. What an amazing thing it was, she thought, yet she had taken it
for granted. Without it, tonight would've have been long, cold, and dark. But it was more, far
more than just light and heat that it gave her. Sitting by the fire, she somehow felt… safer, more
relaxed. It boosted her spirits. It made the forest feel a little smaller and less foreboding. She
no longer felt nearly so all alone. She wondered if Harry realized, just how wonderful a gift he
had given her. Fleur stared at Harry for a moment thinking; that it was not only kind of him to
help her, but that he was also patient as well. He had taught her the simple act of making a fire,
without any of the arrogance she would have expected from another. *`He would make a good
teacher.'* Without a second thought, she got up and walked over to him and pulled him into a
tight hug, “Zank you Arry.”

oOoOo

It would be a couple of days before Hermione and Gabrielle heard the full story; of how Fleur
built her first fire, but for now both girls knew their respective champions were safe for the
night.

“Well,” Hermione started, “since we don't have our own fire, and my warming charms don't
seem to be cutting it anymore, I suggest we returned to the castle for something warm to eat.”

Gabrielle, who was already beginning to shiver from the cold night air, quickly agreed.

oOoOo

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

**AN:** We are getting close to the end of Harry's fourth year, what do you think of it
so far?

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**Chapter 20**

**Death Comes on Four Legs**

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Hermione had Dobby wake her well before the sun was up, this time she wanted to be in the stands
before Harry broke camp. As Hermione started down the path that led to the viewing stands, a
familiar voice called out.

“Bonjour Errmione!”

Hermione stopped and turned, then smiled as Gabrielle ran to catch up. “Well, you're up
early.”

“Oui, and you are too I theenk,” the young girl said easily, “per'aps for ze same reason,
no?”

Hermione laughed, she liked Gabrielle; she was smart and caught on quick.

They walked on together without saying anything for a ways before Gabrielle turned serious. “She
eez a lot like you, my seester,” she started, “she works vairy ard.” Gabrielle looked down,
“Sometimes, I theenk too ard.”

Hermione looked sideways at Gabrielle, “What do you mean?”

“Our papa, he wanted a son, but e only as us. She eez always trying to prove somezing.”
Gabrielle said dejectedly, “to make im appy, and wen she fails, she feels teerible.”

As they sat down in the stands, Hermione said quietly, “You know, up until very recently I used
to kind of feel the same way, but for different reasons.” Hermione smiled, “Harry got me to talk
about it. I realized it's okay to work hard, but you should do it because you want to, not
because you feel you have to for some reason.”

Gabrielle nodded, “And now you don't mind if you fail?”

Hermione stared straight ahead deep in thought for a moment, “No, I don't think so, not
anymore. Not if I know I've done my best, that's what's important.” Hermione turned
back to Gabrielle, “Harry helped me to realize something else; he said `You're not always in
control of the situation, you do what you can, with what you got.' and now I understand that
better.”

Gabrielle thought that sounded reasonable. If you were trying to please someone else and failed,
how would they know if you actually tried your best? They might think you were just trying to fool
them. However, on the other hand; if you are only trying to please yourself, you'd know. After
all, like they say; you can't fool yourself. “Do you zink you could talk to her?”

“I think it would be better if it was you who talked to her,” Hermione said, “you know her
better, and I don't even know your father at all.” Hermione smiled, “Also, it's kind of
personal, don't you think?”

“Oui, per'aps you are right.”

They sat in silence as more and more students started to show up. Gabrielle liked talking to
Hermione, but she knew the older witch preferred to be alone when watching the tasks. So, they
agreed to talk more later, for now Gabrielle would sit with a new friend. After a brief hug, she
said good-bye and left Hermione alone with her thoughts.

oOoOo

As Harry woke on the third day of the task, he wondered what surprises were in store for him
today. *`Best not to dwell on it, I suppose,'* he thought. Getting up, he made a quick
breakfast and then started to pack up camp. It really wasn't much of a camp, so it only took a
few minutes. As he was putting the last of his stuff into his pack, he noticed Fleur across the
clearing making ready to leave as well.

Fleur was putting the last of her things away also when she looked up. She noticed Harry was
also up and getting ready to leave. She watched him for a moment, remembering last night. As she
watched, she noticed something she hadn't noticed before, he had a slight limp. *`I wonder if
he is hurt,'* she thought. Fleur may not have been very good at starting fires, but she was
great with healing. Grabbing her kit, she stood up and started across the clearing towards Harry.
About halfway there she called out, “Oi, Arry.” After getting his attention, she waved him
over.

Meeting him halfway, she stopped and asked, “Arry are you hurt?” While pointing to his leg.

Harry shrugged, “A little sore, that's all.” Seeing the suspicious look on Fleur's face,
Harry confessed, “Yesterday, I got bit by a wild pig. I cleaned the wound pretty good and bandaged
it up… it should be okay.”

Fleur wasn't having it, “Seet down Arry.” As soon as Harry sat down, Fleur kneeled in front
of him and pulled up his pant leg. Being careful not to hurt him, she slowly removed the bandage,
“Arry eet eez starting to get…” she hesitated while trying to remember the right word, “infected.”
Fleur didn't wait for Harry to argue. Turning, she opened her kit and pulled out two large
green and purple leaves. She mashed them up in the palm of her hand, and then added a small amount
of water, making a paste. “I theenk zat zis will stop ze infection,” Fleur said as she gently
applied the paste to the wound before re-bandaging it. Fleur then pulled out two more leaves and
gave them to Harry. “Tonight, before you sleep, clean ze wound and redo what I just did…oui?”

Harry nodded once, “Oui.”

Fleur smiled, “Francais Arry? Per'aps you will survive after all.”

Harry smiled back sheepishly, “I learned a little from a girl named Brigitte.” Fleur just
smiled.

A short while later, Harry buried his fire and slung his pack over his shoulder, and then called
over to his distant camp mate, “Oy Fleur, I'm heading out, take care, and I'll see you at
Hogwarts.”

Fleur waved back, “Zank you Arry. Au revoir.”

After walking only a short ways, Harry stopped and looked back… nothing, nothing but the forest.
Was he wishfully hoping he'd see Fleur… maybe following him, he wondered? Considering how nice
it was last night knowing someone was only a short distance away, he thought maybe he did. After
another long look, Harry sighed and started walking again. He was alone, once more. Somehow it
seemed, that the closer he got to Hogwarts, the darker the forest became.

As Harry walked on, he couldn't help but think; that the brief encounter with Fleur now only
made him feel lonelier. It had somehow reminded him, of just how alone, and far from home he was.
Harry told himself, that it had only been barely three days, and that he wasn't really that far
from Hogwarts. That it was just the forest playing with his emotions, but it was hard to shake the
feeling.

He missed Hermione. Even though she too, really wasn't that far away, it felt like she was
half-way around the world. The fact that she was waiting for him helped, but he still felt terribly
alone, and isolated. Harry knew the forest could be treacherous, and that it was home to numerous
animals; many of which were dangerous.

Perhaps that's why he felt the way he did; it was the forest. It stood between him and the
one person he wanted to be with more than anything.

Hermione had always been there for him, especially when times were difficult. She was his rock
in a raging river. His anchor that kept him from being swept away in the current of chaos that was
sometimes his life. He knew too, that sometimes their roles were reversed. Sometimes, he was her
shelter in the storm.

They were good for each other like that, and Harry realized now more than ever, just how much
that meant. He realized that he not only needed her, but that he needed her to *need* him. It
gave him a greater purpose in life, one that he hoped would never change.

Harry thought about how they had recently started signing their letters, *`Always and*
*Forever'**;* always trusting, friends forever, and smiled, it seemed so appropriate,
now more than ever.

oOoOo

Sitting alone in the stands watching Harry's progress, Hermione jumped as Ron sat down
heavily, right next to her.

“Sorry,” Ron said, knowing he had startled her, “how's he doing?”

Hermione looked at Ron, then the viewing board, and finally, she let her gaze drift to the
forest. “He's okay for now… At least nothing's chasing him, which is a good thing because
it looks like his leg is still bothering him.”

Ron stared at Hermione while she in turn continued to stare out at the forest, seemingly
indifferent to his scrutiny. As Ron studied Hermione from only a couple of feet away, it was
obvious even to him that she was more than just a little worried for their mutual friend. Her face
was tightly drawn, and her eyes held a look that was far away. Her body was rigid and radiated
tension. Ron turned and followed her gaze to the forest, it did look foreboding, evil even, and he
briefly wondered if she'd be just as worried if it was him out there instead of Harry; he
doubted it.

“He'll be all right Hermione,” Ron offered softly.

Hermione turned her head sharply and stared directly into Ron's eyes, “Really Ron? Are you
so sure?”

The sheer intensity from the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice caused Ron to flinch,
“Well yeah… It's Harry, he has to be.” Hermione just turned back to the forest to continue her
vigil without saying another word. Ron also returned his gaze to the forest, and for the second
time since the tournament had started, he was glad he wasn't Harry.

oOoOo

It was still early, only about ten o'clock, when Harry's good fortune took a turn for
the worst. He had stopped for a moment to take a drink of water and to check his map when he heard
a yelp like call off in the distance. Harry thought it sounded sort of familiar, but couldn't
quite recall what kind of animal made such a sound. He stood quiet and strained his ears, trying to
hear more. Harry thought the call had come from in front of him maybe a bit to the south.
Rechecking the map and his compass, he decided to veer a little more north in hopes of avoiding the
creature, just in case.

Fleur and Harry had decided on deliberately taking two different routes to keep from running
into each other again. He knew this slight course change would take him a little closer to her
route, but he still felt confident he'd stay far enough south to avoid her. The only problem
was, he was now heading for some rougher terrain.

As the ground turned rugged, walking became more difficult. However, despite the challenging
path, the forest was starting to open up a little. The trees and under-brush were thinning out,
which also let in more light. The biggest problem with the terrain, was that the high and low spots
created ledges and overhangs; perfect for an animal to jump down from, ambush style. Harry stayed
clear of those areas the best he could and kept a wary eye on the high ground.

Harry walked on cautiously keeping a sharp lookout, the forest had gone quiet again. Less than
an hour later and he heard the unmistakable sound of a wolf howl. It was close, very close. Harry
stopped and brought his spear up, ready for a fight. Against one wolf, Harry figured he had a fair
chance of fighting him off. However, wolves often ran in packs, and against several, Harry knew
he'd be in trouble.

A split second after finishing his last thought, a large dark grey wolf ran out into the open
and after spotting Harry, skidded to a stop. It stood gracefully about twenty feet away and stared
at Harry. The wolf looked to be as surprised as he was at the encounter. A moment later, an ear
ticked backwards towards the way it came, quickly followed by its head. Then just as quickly,
turned back to Harry if only for a second, before bolting off. For whatever reason, it had no
interest in lingering, and paid the boy with the spear no further regard.

Harry watched him go, wondering what could have spooked him so bad. His answer came just as he
was about to move on. Harry heard the yelp again, this time it was much louder… and much closer.
Harry froze, being able to hear more clearly, he now knew exactly what it was. Harry looked down at
his spear, *`How in the bloody hell am I supposed to fight that, with a pointy stick,'* he
thought sarcastically.

oOoOo

Hermione turned slightly and looked at Ron, he didn't understand, how could he when he
couldn't see past the surface. Even though he claimed to know Harry, Hermione knew different,
deep down at a subconscious level, Ron still saw Harry as the boy who lived. He saw Harry's
fame, and fortune. He saw a Hogwarts champion basking in the spotlight. He didn't see what she
saw; a boy who never knew the love of his parents. A shy young man who would trade all his fame and
fortune to just be… normal and have a family. Yes, Harry would do that in a heartbeat, Hermione was
sure of it. Where Ron saw a champion with eternal glory, Hermione saw an unwilling participant,
risking his life without a choice. No, Ron most certainly didn't understand.

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by a gasp from the students around her. *Harry…*
Hermione quickly turned to study the board, and then jumped to her feet, “That can't be,” she
whispered to herself unbelievably. Looking around quickly to find a professor, Hermione spotted
McGonagall having a heated discussion with the Headmaster while pointing to the board.
*`Apparently, she ha**s* *similar feelings,'* thought Hermione. She raced down
from the stands to join them, hoping to get some more information.

“… Yes I know how dangerous they are, and no, I don't know what it is doing in the forest.”
Dumbledore said pleadingly, trying to calm his deputy. Dumbledore caught Hermione marching over out
of the corner of his eye, turning, he held up both hands to forestall the rising storm. “Ladies
please… I don't know how this happened, but I will find out. Now if you would please calm
down.”

Hermione shook her head, “Calm down, what about Harry, how is he supposed to defend himself
against that abomination? You must know how vicious they are.”

“They are not native to the forest Albus,” McGonagall added angrily, it's not right, you
need to intercede immediately.”

Dumbledore sighed, “No, it is certainly not fair, but I'm afraid I cannot interfere.”

“What, why not?” Hermione nearly screamed.

“The rules of the tournament clearly state; that the champions have to deal with `whatever'
they encounter alone.” Dumbledore slowly shook his head before going on, “I'm afraid that if I
interfere… Harry's magic could be jeopardized.”

Hermione balled her fists in rage, and for a moment McGonagall thought that she might actually
attack the headmaster. “This is so… Idiotic, it's beyond imagination.”

Dumbledore nodded sadly an agreement. “Let's not give up on Harry just yet. He has always
proven resourceful, and don't forget he has an emergency Portkey.”

Hermione couldn't believe it, they were not going to do anything. Dumbledore was just going
to wait and see. He was going to leave Harry to his own devices.

She couldn't bear standing next to the man she once greatly admired any longer, so Hermione
walked away, never taking her eyes off the board. “Come on Harry, use the Portkey.” She didn't
care if he ended up being disqualified from the task with no points. *`At least he would still be
alive* *and* *in one piece,'* she thought.

oOoOo

“Come on think,” Harry said to himself, “what do I know about the Chimera…?” Harry was scared,
and growing more nervous by the second. He had never actually seen a real one, but from
Hagrid's class, he had learned a little about them. Hagrid had told them how vicious they were,
and had played an audio recording of their howl from a crystal because it was so unusual, hoping
the students would recognize it if they ever heard one in the future. Harry never thought the
future would come so soon. Hagrid had also shown them pictures; the head and front legs were that
of a large cat, about the size of a lion. The hindquarters were that of a large goat and it had a
short, thick snake for a tail. It was the head that Harry mostly remembered; large and wide, kind
of oval-shaped… And full of very sharp teeth.

It was very close, and Harry knew he could not out run it. He also knew that with its powerful
front legs, it could climb exceptionally well, so he couldn't use a tree to escape this time.
He'd have to face it… but how.

Harry's heart was racing and sweat formed on his forehead despite the cool morning air.
*`If only I could disable it, slow it down somehow…* *t**rap it,'* Harry thought
desperately. Suddenly, an idea came to him. Dropping down to his knees, he pulled off his pack and
quickly found the length of rope he'd been carrying. After tying one end to a tree, he then
fashioned a noose out of the other end. Loosely tying the noose to the end of his spear, Harry
stood up. It was a dangerous plan, a long shot really, but Harry thought that if he could get close
enough to the chimera, he might just be over to get the noose around its neck. Hopefully, that
would hold it long enough for him to get away.

No sooner had Harry finished that thought than there was a loud crash in front of him, as the
chimera jumped through the thicket and landed only a few feet in front of him. The pictures
hadn't done it justice. The chimera was easily seven or eight feet long, and stood at least
four feet high at the shoulders. However what Harry found most discomforting, was the size of its
head; almost twice the size of a Quaffle, it was disproportionately large for its body. As Harry
stared at the 4 inch long teeth, his hopes of snaring this monstrous creature vanished like a wisp
of smoke in the wind.

Testing its prey, the chimera stepped cautiously forward and growled. A low rumbling guttural
sound that slowly increased in pitch to a loud yowl. It was easily the most terrifying thing Harry
had ever heard. Harry cautiously stepped back.

The chimera quickly stepped forward and reached out with its right front paw and swiped at him.
Harry nearly fell as he stumbled back. Again it advanced, this time Harry stepped sideways and
tried to force the noose over its head. The chimera reacted with lightning fast reflexes and
swatted it away. The noose fell harmlessly to the ground. In that instant, Harry realized how
foolish his plan had been, especially considering he had no idea what to do next.

The chimera growled again as it circled Harry, who could only stand ready and brace himself for
attack. Once more, it swiped at him as Harry desperately tried to block the razor-sharp claws with
his spear, only to have it batted down. Harry maneuvered himself close a large rock, and as soon as
an opportunity presented itself, Harry jumped up. Hoping that the advantage of high ground would
discourage the chimera, Harry yelled out, “AHHHH!” while swinging his spear wildly at it.

The brazen act only gave the chimera an idea of its own. It backed off, only to circle around to
some even taller rocks. Two leaps later, and it was the chimera that commanded the high ground.
Harry quickly jumped back down and ran out of reach of the jumping cat.

Harry was beginning to tire, while the chimera showed no sign of giving up; as several different
versions of this routine repeated itself.

Harry needed a break, and he knew it was only coming if he made it happen. The next time the
chimera lashed out, instead of trying to block, Harry moved his spear in a circular motion around
the outstretched claw to avoid having it battered away. He was dangerously close, but now there was
nothing between the chimera's chest and the tip of his spear.

Harry lunged forward catching the big cat off guard, and striking it in the chest, just below
the neck. The chimera howled in pain and reared up on his hindquarters. Harry pushed as hard as he
could, hoping to topple the huge animal. The chimera staggered backwards like a drunken sailor but
didn't fall. Bending its head down, the catlike creature bit down on Harry's spear snapping
it in half. Harry had been leaning into the cat with all his weight and nearly lost his balance and
fell forward, but managed to catch himself at the last second. The chimera came down on all fours
and started advancing on him again, growling with anger. Harry held what was left of his spear out
in front of him, ready to defend himself as best he could. The chimera jumped at him and Harry
swung, knocking away one paw, but the other caught him across the stomach leaving four deep gashes
that immediately started oozing blood. Harry fell back losing his spear, while the chimera closed
in on him. Harry reached for the only weapon he had left, his knife. Harry was certain it
wouldn't be of much good against such a strong predator, but he wasn't going down without a
fight. Harry was so focused on the advancing creature that his mind was blank, except for the
thought of how menacing the chimera looked as it moved in for the kill.

Just before the chimera reached him, it jerked to a stop. During the earlier struggle, while the
chimera was staggering backwards, it had inadvertently managed to get its left rear leg tangled in
the noose. Harry blinked, and then snapped out of his fear induced haze. Taking advantage of his
sudden good luck, Harry jumped to his feet and grabbed his pack, which thankfully was lying nearby.
With one last look at the snarling cat, Harry turned and started to run.

oOoOo

Back at Hogwarts, Hermione watched in utter horror as the chimera approached to within a couple
of feet of Harry. One final lunge and it would be over; it would clamp its massive jaws around his
throat and… It stopped! The rope! Harry was getting away! Breathing rapidly while her heart
pounded, Hermione collapsed to the ground in a heap where she had stood. All around her the rest of
the spectators took a collective breath. Her world spun, voices were nothing more than a mixture of
tones, as she fought to remain conscious. Relieved beyond belief that Harry had narrowly escaped.
She was both happy and angry at him. Happy he was alive and yet angry he hadn't used the port
key.

oOoOo

Harry had been running hard for about twenty minutes, but needing to catch his breath, he
finally stopped. Bent over with his hands on his knees, Harry slowly managed to get his breathing
under control. He was about to sit down and tend to his wounds, when he heard the yowl of the
chimera again. It was loose, and probably on his trail. After a quick check of his compass, Harry
started running again. He needed to find a way to lose the chimera, because he knew he'd never
survive another encounter.

A few short minutes later, Harry noticed he was starting to feel strange. Like he was coming
down with the flu or something. He was starting to get dizzy, and his vision would get blurry for a
moment before snapping back into focus. Harry pushed on, he couldn't stop, couldn't dwell
on how he felt. The muscles in his legs burned and he labored for air. His energy was leaving him,
and he was losing feeling in his extremities.

Then he remembered, “Shite,” he said to himself. The claws of the chimera contained a toxin. He
was feeling the effects of being slowly poisoned. Harry slowed down and try to clear his head and
catch his breath. He was in trouble and he knew it. *`Think!* *Why can**'t* *I
think straight,'* he wondered? His mind was slowly shutting down, dulled by the pain and the
toxin. Another yowl… It was getting closer. *`No time to think, got to move, got to run!'*
Harry was having trouble just moving now, he kept tripping and stumbling, but he pressed on.
Oblivious to the cuts and scrapes from trashing through the woods, Harry tried to ignore the nausea
swirling in his stomach. He had to, the chimera was almost on him again. Harry's ability to
continue to run defied explanation; it seemed he moved by his sheer will alone.

Harry suddenly broke out into the open, only to find he was on the edge of a cliff. A moment
later, the chimera jumped out right behind him. Harry turned to face the beast and unconsciously
took a step backwards. Harry found himself falling, but his mind was too clouded over to care.

Harry hit the water hard, it knocked the wind out of him and he came up coughing, but he managed
to get some air. Momentarily refreshed, his mind cleared if only for a few minutes. Harry swam to
the far bank and pulled himself out. Crawling a short ways to the base of a tree he turned around
and leaned his back against it. High above on the other side of the river, the chimera yowled in
anger at losing its prey. It paced back and forth, looking for a way down. But the cliff was sheer
and provided no footholds, even for an animal as agile as the chimera. Even if it had managed, the
chimera like most cats, wasn't fond of the water. Deciding not to follow, it turned and headed
back into the forest.

Harry pulled off his pack and quickly found the two healing leaves Fleur had given him, safely
wrapped in plastic. Harry was starting to get dizzy again, so he hurriedly made the paste and
rubbed it into the claw marks. Even being partially numb, the paste burned as if instead of his
fingers, Harry was using a hot poker. Fortunately, the pain quickly started to fade as the medicine
did its work. With barely enough to tend to his new wounds, his leg would have to go without. Next,
he considered trying to start a fire, but with most of his other supplies wet, and his energy all
but gone, he didn't think he'd be able to. Instead, he pulled out his blanket and wrapped
himself in it. Leaning back against the tree while trying to get warm, Harry had only intended to
rest for a short while; his last thoughts before his world went black, were of how worried Hermione
must be.

oOoOo

Hermione didn't know how much longer she could go on watching this insanity. In less than an
hour, Harry had been attacked twice, and then had fallen over 30 feet; luckily into a deep spot in
the river. Now he lay unconscious with nothing but a thin blanket between him and the Dark Forest.
She was startled from her thoughts as a gentle arm wrapped itself around her shoulder.

Hermione normally sat alone when she was watching the task. Sometimes a friend would sit with
her for a short while, but they all knew she preferred to be alone. She had told them, that
she'd be poor company, but most knew she just didn't want to be distracted. Ron had left
right before the chimera showed up, and there had been no other friends in the stands at the time,
except for Ginny. She had been watching Hermione for the last hour. Ginny had always considered
Hermione to be one of the strongest women she knew, and that list included not only her mother, but
witches like McGonagall and Madam Bones.

Seeing what the stress from worrying about Harry was doing to Hermione, Ginny had to wonder; did
Hermione really think that Harry could die in this tournament? Ginny suddenly realized, that
particular thought had never occurred to her. The thought that something as simple as the Triwizard
Tournament could kill Harry, was ridiculous… *`Wasn't it?'* She thought. Next she had
to wonder, what if she did believe that, would she have the same strength to continue on like
Hermione? Ginny suddenly had a lot of questions about her feelings, but for now, she'd put them
on hold, she had a friend who needed her.

“Hermione, come sit with me for a while, I have a blanket. You're going to get sick if you
keep sitting here on the ground.” It went unsaid, that even she sometimes needed help and
shouldn't be alone.

Hermione turned to Ginny, and after a moment nodded yes, “Thanks Gin.” Hermione didn't have
to say anything more, she could see by the look on Ginny's face that she understood.

oOoOo

A short while later, McGonagall approached the pair, “Miss Granger, Miss Weasley.” Both looked
up.

“Hello Professor,” Ginny acknowledged.

“You do know, that Mister Potter will be unconscious for a day or so?” McGonagall asked. “There
is nothing to be gained by sitting here all that time.”

“But what if…” Hermione started.

“Miss Granger, all the champions are watched around-the-clock, including Mister Potter. And
I'm quite sure he will not wake until tomorrow at the earliest.” Knowing what she would ask
next, McGonagall added, “He is in a relatively safe spot, so I doubt he'll have any more
visitors.”

“Still you can't be sure.”

“No, I cannot, but as I said, he will be watched.” McGonagall sat down next to Hermione. “There
is nothing you can do for him now… But when he returns, I'm sure he'll need a few days in
the infirmary. I would very much like to be able to tell Poppy, that you are allowed to visit any
time.”

Hermione sat up straighter and gave McGonagall her full attention, “Yes, I would like that.”

“Well then, you will have to eat properly and get the appropriate amount rest, because I will
not allow you to jeopardize your health as well.”

Hermione only had to think about it for a second, “I understand Professor.”

Seeing that Hermione was going to cooperate, she turned to Ginny, “Miss Weasley, can I count on
you to see to it that she does.”

Ginny stood up pulling Hermione with her, “Yes Professor, of course.”

After taking only two steps, Hermione stopped and turned back, “Professor if…”

“You'll be the first to know,” McGonagall promised.

“Thank you Professor, but I was going to ask; If Harry was being watched, how come nobody helped
him?”

“I can't say whether or not someone was about to help, and if so, why they waited… but I
will find out.”

Hermione knew there was nothing left to say for now, “Thank you Professor.”

oOoOo

Harry woke slowly, as if his mind preferred the peaceful state of slumber it was in, rather than
the harsh world of reality. Harry's mind wasn't the only part of his body protesting. His
legs were cramped and his back was stiff from both yesterday's overexertion, and the way he had
slept. Harry gingerly stretched and that's when he remembered the wound on his stomach as the
skin pulled tight against the cuts with a sharp pain.

Harry lifted his shirt and examined the wound. It actually didn't look that bad; the cuts
were tender and a little swollen, but otherwise okay. The healing leaves had apparently done a
pretty good job of cleaning the wound and pulling out most of the toxins. At the moment,
Harry's leg wound didn't feel too bad either, and since he was out of supplies anyway, he
decided to leave it wrapped up. Harry hoped they would both be okay until he made it back.

Everything taken care of and his head finally clear, he was ready to leave. Harry looked around,
being early morning, it was still fairly dark. A low-hanging fog hugged the ground, and except for
the sound of the river nearby; the forest was quiet. Listing to running water reminded Harry to
refill his canteens, and to take care of some personal business. Then, after checking his map and
compass he started out, with a little luck he might just make it home before nightfall.

On this side of the river the forest was far more open and even though the ground was uneven,
Harry was making good time. If he bent or jumped the wrong way, his stomach would remind him of the
four claw marks under his shirt, but otherwise they didn't bother him too much. His leg was a
different story. Without being able to treat the wound a second time, the infection had apparently
returned, and the pain was slowly getting worse. As the day wore on, Harry realized that if he
didn't get to Hogwarts today, he might not make it at all.

oOoOo

After getting back to the castle and having dinner with Ginny, Hermione still had trouble
falling asleep, even though she had been exhausted. Finally, sometime in the early morning she
drifted off.

Hermione was dreaming, it wasn't a pleasant dream, nor was it a nightmare. It was like the
kind of dream you have when you're full of anxiety. The type where you are trying to run but
your legs feel like lead. She had to move, had to get away. Something was after her, grabbing her…
shaking her.

Hermione bolted awake, and in an instant, had her wand pointed right between the eyes of…
Ginny?

Ginny jumped back and landed on her bum, “Don't! …Merlin Hermione, it's me,” she said
holding up both her hands hoping not to get hexed.

Hermione quickly looked around the room and regained her bearings, then noticing the light and
realizing it was late afternoon asked desperately, “Ginny, what time is it?”

“Almost three, that's why I woke you.”

Hermione jumped out of bed and started throwing clothes on, “What about Harry, is he okay, is he
awake?”

“Yeah he's fine, he's almost here,” Ginny answered casually.

“What! Why didn't you wake me sooner?”

Confused, Ginny asked, “Why? Nothing's happened.”

“He woke up, that's what happened,” Hermione yelled as she ran out the door.

oOoOo

Hermione reached the viewing stands by the edge of the forest out of breath, but in record time.
Looking around she scanned the area, it appeared that so far, only Fleur had made it back. Checking
the board confirmed it, the other three were still in the forest. Viktor was near the edge, but far
to the south, he probably wouldn't get here for at least a couple more hours. Cedric still had
a long way to go, and he would probably be spending another night in the forest.

But the one Hermione really wanted to know about, was Harry. Sure enough, Ginny had been right.
Harry was only a little ways from the border that separated the Dark Forest and Hogwarts. He was
limping and obviously in some pain, but he was still walking. Harry would be here within the
hour.

Hermione watched for a few more minutes and then decided that even though she was supposed to
wait in the stands, she would meet him at the edge of the forest. *`**To hell with the
rules,**'* she thought.

oOoOo

Harry grimaced as he took another step, his leg was killing him, but he was almost there. The
forest was started to thin, and for the first time in four days, Harry felt the warmth of sunlight
on his skin. A few minutes later and he could just start to make out Hogwarts through the trees. He
had only taken a few more steps when he heard it… The sweetest sound, a voice he'd been waiting
to hear for what seemed like forever.

Hermione had been pacing back and forth on the very edge of the line Dumbledore had drawn. She
couldn't go past it without causing Harry to lose points. The snap of a twig caught her
attention, looking up, she saw him through the trees, “Harry!” She yelled.

From out of nowhere the Headmaster was at her side. “I do believe it would be quite all right if
you were to go and…” He never got a chance to finish, Hermione took off like a shot. Dumbledore
just smiled.

Hermione slowed down just enough to keep from tackling Harry to the ground as she latched on to
him. With her arms wrapped tightly around him, she whispered against his shoulder, “Harry.” His
name, one word; it contained all the pent up emotions of the last few days.

Harry hugged her back, “You… are a sight for sore eyes Hermione. Merlin, did I miss you.”

Hermione nodded against his chest, “I missed you too.”

Hermione helped Harry to the medical tent where Madam Pomfrey gave him a quick look over. A few
spells and a couple of potions later, she told Hermione to take Harry to the infirmary for a shower
and a hot meal. Then he was to go straight to bed, she'd be up later to check on him.

oOoOo

Hermione couldn't help him take a shower of course; he'd have to manage that on his own.
However, as soon as he was out and dressed in his pajamas, Hermione helped him into bed and stayed
close while he ate some dinner.

Harry could tell that even though she was exhausted, there was something on her mind. Lying
back, he padded the spot next to him for her to sit, “Hermione, what's wrong?”

Without looking at him, she bit her lip. *`What's wrong…**?* *You almost died
out there… You promised,'* she wanted to yell… but she didn't. Hermione could see how
worn out he was, “We'll talk later Harry, for now just get some rest.”

Harry couldn't help but notice how tired she looked as well, and he knew the watching and
the waiting was hard on her. “Yeah, okay… but I want you to get some rest too,” Harry said,
brokering no argument from her.

She had promised him, she'd leave and get some rest as soon as he was asleep. He had drifted
off several hours ago, and as promised, she had left. However, after only a few hours of sleep,
Hermione couldn't keep her eyes closed any longer, so now she was back. She sat by the side of
Harry's bed and watched him sleep. She marked the passage of time, by the slow rhythmic rise
and fall of his chest, and thought about why she was so reluctant to be anywhere else.

*The task was over, Harry was safe - but he was still alone. Pomfrey had treated his wounds
and he would recover - but he could have died.* Each time she found a reason to go, a little
voice gave her one to stay.

Harry's consciousness slowly stirred back to life. Cracking one eye open, the first thing he
saw was his beautiful brown-haired girlfriend sitting by his side, staring at their joined hands.
He gave them a weak squeeze.

Hermione looked up, “Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling?” She asked softly.

Harry smiled as he gingerly scooted back so he could sit up a little. Leaning back against the
headboard he answered in a hoarse voice, “Not too bad actually, I'm feeling a lot better.” Then
with a scrutinizing glance he raised a brow and asked curiously, “You said you'd get some rest.
Please tell me you haven't been here all this time.”

Hermione sat up straighter trying not to look as tired as she felt. “No, of course not. You were
out for quite a while, and I… Well I just couldn't sleep anymore.”

“So you came back,” Harry offered

Hermione looked down, “Yeah.” After a short silence, she looked back up, “Harry you could have
been killed trying to fight that chimera, what were you thinking… Why didn't you use the
Portkey?” Hermione asked quietly, but it was clear from the inflection in her voice, she was
upset.

Harry was surprised by the sudden change in her tone, and the look on her face. Had he upset her
that much he wondered? *`**No, I acted like an idiot and scared her half to
death,**'* he concluded. With a fair bit of effort, he managed to swing his legs down
off the bed. Sitting on the edge, he patted the spot next to him, encouraging her to sit next to
him. “Hermione… come'ere,” he pleaded softly.

Hermione had been terrified, and his reckless actions had scared her. Now, she was mostly just
mad and upset. Reluctantly, she stood up, then turned halfway around and sat down next to him a bit
stiffly. Without looking at him, she asked again, “Why'd you do that Harry?”

Harry didn't have to see her face to know she was crying. The fact that it was his fault,
made him feel terrible. Taking one of her small hands in his, he said gently, “Hermione, I'm so
sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you… Please don't cry.” Harry knew she still wanted an answer.
“I honestly never thought of fighting it. By the time I had figured out what it was, it was almost
on top of me. I had only hoped to slow it down so that I could get away.”

Hermione had turned and was now staring straight at him, listing to his every word very
carefully.

“I tried to think of something else, but I never imagined anything, like having to face a
chimera, and there was just so little time.” Harry looked away, “When it jumped out at me… I… I
went blank, I was almost frozen with fear.” Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly trying
to calm himself. Just thinking about it, had his heart racing again.

Hermione suddenly felt guilty, after all, she hadn't been the one out there. “It's okay
Harry, you don't have to go on.”

Harry ran his free hand through his hair, “No, I need to talk about it… And you deserve to
know.”

Hermione wrapped her other hand around their already joined ones and squeezed.

“I'd had a plan… sort of, but as soon as I saw it… I knew it would never work,” Harry
started again. “It was huge, and… and its growl… I don't think I'll ever forget that
sound.” Harry whispered, then after a long detached moment, he sighed, “Anyway, I just started
acting on instinct… I completely forgot about the Portkey. I was so focused… It had my…”

“You forgot?” Hermione asked, interrupting him.

Harry hung his head and nodded yes, “Stupid I know. You must be disappointed.”

Hermione leaned into him, and laid her head on his shoulder. “Harry, when you had to face that
dragon a while back, I was so scared, I was petrified; I don't think I could have even of told
you my name I was so frightened, and I was up in the stands!” Hermione sniffed, “This was the
second time you've had to face a… a real live monster. It's amazing you're still alive.
I should have known you wouldn't have acted that recklessly, I'm sorry I doubted you
Harry.”

“Don't be sorry Hermione, I should have remembered the Portkey… and used it.”

“I'm just glad you're back,” Hermione said as the last of the tension left her and she
settled into Harry's side.

Harry looked down at her, “And I'm glad you're here.”

After a few minutes of quiet, Harry felt the air was too gloomy and decided a change of mood was
required. “You remember that healing charm Alexi gave his demonstration on?” Harry asked.

Lifting her head to look at Harry, Hermione answered curiously, “Yes,” one brow raised,
wondering where this was going.

“With nothing left in my first-aid kit, I remember thinking, I wished I had learned that
one.”

“Yes, well hopefully you'll never need it again.”

Harry nodded in agreement, then both just sat there quietly, content just to be together without
any immediate worries. Harry still holding her hand, laced their fingers together. Hermione just
smiled and closed her eyes, as she again laid her head back on Harry's shoulder. Harry turned
his head slightly and gently rested his chin on the top of her head. It was just a simple act of
comfort, but Hermione thought it was the sweetest thing. She loved this side of Harry. He was so
caring and compassionate, and he didn't even know it.

Standing in Pomfrey's office doorway, McGonagall had watched the whole exchange from a
distance. She couldn't help but think, that she was seeing Harry and Hermione for the first
time. That this, was the real Harry and Hermione. The ones you rarely saw, and that most would
never see, unguarded and open. A side they could only show to each other. She had known many young
couples over the years, but none had ever shown the deep connection that Harry and Hermione shared
so easily. Turning away, she smiled at the thought of what she was sure would become a very special
relationship in the future.

oOoOo

“Good morning everyone, I hope you've all had a good rest.” Dumbledore started.

Harry wondered if the Professor was referring to the champions in particular, now that they were
all back.

“Now that the fifth task is over, we can get back doing some school work.” Dumbledore smiled at
the collective moan that rose up. “Not to worry, there is still one more task left, and with it, a
break in the horrible drudgery of your day to day class work,” Dumbledore laughed.

Harry laughed too, as he wondered what had put his headmaster in such a cheery mood.

“But before you scamper off to class… I thought you might like to hear the scores for your
favorite champion.” Dumbledore looked up with his brows raised, as if expecting an answer. Looking
at a sea of expectant faces, Dumbledore smiled, “Ah, I thought as much… Very well. But first, I
must ask you to please wait until we are finished before cheering for your champion of choice.”

Dumbledore turned towards the Hufflepuff table, “Mr. Diggory, that lost compass cost you
considerable time, however, aside from that, you handled yourself very well. I particularly liked
the way you dealt with the snakes, well done sir. Mr. Diggory came in fourth for this task with
thirty eight points, putting him in second place overall with one hundred and eighty points.”
Turning to the Durmstrang students, he when on, “Mr. Krum you gave me a bit of a scare when you
decided to try and cross the marsh without magic. I'm glad you were able to make it back out
with only a handful of injuries. Mr. Krum came in third with forty two points, which also puts him
in third place overall with one hundred and seventy seven points.”

Dumbledore paused as he looked at the Gryffindor table where both Harry and Fleur were sitting.
“A difficult task or trial changes a person, usually for the better; does it not?”

Harry nodded slightly. In this particular case, he thought Dumbledore was spot on.

“Mr. Potter, you used excellent judgement, right up until you stopped thinking completely and
nearly got yourself killed. However, considering what you were faced with, it is understandable.
Mr. Potter, after a five point penalty for interacting with another champion, your final score for
the task was forty five points for second place. This currently puts you in first place overall,
with one hundred and eighty three points. Well done Mr. Potter.” Dumbledore smiled, “Miss Delacour,
I must say you surprised me… in a very good way. You faced a considerable number of challenges, yet
you didn't let them slow you down. Even cold and wet, you pressed on… and it paid off. You used
what you had very skillfully, and yet still found time to learn something new. Miss Delacour, you
not only finished the task first, but came in first place with a score of fifty points, also after
a five point deduction. Well done indeed. That gives you a final score of one hundred and seventy
six points placing you in fourth place overall.” Dumbledore stepped back and clapped along with the
rest of the Hall. The noise rose quickly as both students and staff stood, and cheered.

Before the enthusiasm started to wane, Dumbledore approached the podium again with hands raised,
calling for quiet. “Over the years, the Triwizard Tournament has gained a dark reputation. I had
thought that enough had been done to change that. I was wrong. It seems there is much more that
needs to change if it is to continue, but that is not what I want to talk about now.” Dumbledore
looked around the Great Hall slowly, studying the different groups. “I have seen not only students
from different schools come together to both work and socialize, but I have seen our own house
boundaries fall as well.” Dumbledore paused a moment to let that sink in. “I cannot emphasize
enough, how important that one single aspect is… if we as a society are to survive. So, if the
Triwizard Tournament had taught us anything, it's that we can work together no matter who we
are. A mere eight points separate all our champions; it would seem we are more alike than we care
to think. Enjoy your time together, the last task and the end of the school year will be here
before you it.”

oOoOo

Harry had already been out of the infirmary for a couple of days, so as he sat down to breakfast
the following Friday he felt pretty good; except for his leg, which was still a little tender.

Neville watched as Harry gently eased himself onto the bench. “Still a little sore?”

“Yeah, mostly in the morning,” Harry answered, “Pomfrey said there was some muscle damage, and
that takes the longest to heal.” Harry smiled, “Should be fine by next week.”

“Ginny thinks you're milking it, to get out of your morning run,” Neville said with a
smirk.

Harry laughed, “She did, did she?” Then after a quick look around he asked, “Where are they
anyway?”

“Hermione started back running today, that's why Ginny made that joke,” Neville answered,
“Luna went with them.”

Harry looked up surprised, “Luna started running?”

Now Neville laughed, “No, she just cheers them on; although to hear Ginny tell it, she's
more like a Muggle drill instructor.” Harry smiled as he pictured that in his head. “But we have
talked about it… We'll see,” Neville added with a shrug.

“So, everything set for tomorrow?” Harry asked.

Neville brightened, “Yeah, everything should work out just in time.”

Harry smiled, tomorrow was going to be a great day.

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**AN:** Chimera is also sometimes spelled Chimaera.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**Chapter** **21**

**The Maze**

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Luna had just sat down to breakfast when a large distinctive looking owl landed right in front
of her. It carried a small package and a letter. Surprised, Luna looked around as if half expecting
a prank, only to find all her friends descending on her. Harry and Hermione sat down together
across from her, while Neville sat next to her. Then Ginny slipped in on her other side and they
all waited silently, allowing Neville a chance to speak first.

“Happy birthday Luna,” Neville finally said with just a hint of color in his cheeks.

“Happy fourteenth Luna,” Hermione added, “this is from both of us.” Harry nodded, while Hermione
handed Luna a card and a small gift.

Just as the twins were joining them, Ginny went next and handed Luna a card, “Sorry, it's
all we have for now, but mum says she'll have something special for you this summer.” After
settling in next to their sister, the twins chorused together, “Happy birthday neighbor.”

Luna took all the cards and the gift from Harry and Hermione and placed them in front of her.
“Thank you… all of you,” she whispered. It was the first time since she had started Hogwarts that
anyone other than her father had acknowledged her birthday. With a trembling hand, she reached out
and took the package and letter from the owl. Glad to be relieved of its burden, it simply hooted
once and promptly left. Looking at the letter, Luna recognized the writing, it was from Neville.
She looked up at him surprised.

“That was the Longbottom family owl,” Neville offered, “I wrote to my grandmother and asked her
to pick up my gift and send it directly to you.” Seeing the puzzled look on her face, Neville
explained further, “I only found out when your birthday was a while back, and after I finally found
the gift I wanted to get you, I didn't think I'd have enough time to get it here before
today. So when it was ready I had gram pick it up and send it along.”

Luna smiled in understanding, then slowly, and very carefully, began to open the small brightly
wrapped box. Lifting the lid, she peered inside. A short moment later, her eyes grew wide, and she
let out a tiny gasp as tears started to fall.

Neville had been at a loss as to what kind of gift to get Luna, so after Hermione had told him
that her birthday was May sixth, she then recommended that he write her parents and ask them what
they thought would be appropriate. That's when Neville had learned that her mother had died
when she was only nine years old. Ginny had known, but never thought to mention it. She had just
assumed Luna would have told him or anybody else, if she had wanted them to know. But Luna had
never said a word. She had kept it to herself, not wanting any pity from anybody. After writing her
father, he further learned that her mother had given her an old charm bracelet that had been hers
when she was in school. Luna had worn it to Hogwarts in her first year, but within the first month,
she had lost it. Her father said she had been devastated, and spent weeks looking for it. By
Christmas, she had given up any hope of ever seeing it again.

Neville had spent most of his last Hogsmeade visit trying to find a replacement. Finally, at the
last shop, after explaining what he was looking for, the shopkeeper had him wait while he went into
the back room to check on something. A while later, he came back with a bracelet. It was old and
dusty, but it looked like the one Luna's father had described, in fact, it looked exactly like
it. Neville took it from the box and gently turned it over. There on the back was the inscription
from Luna's mom, “To my little moon, love mum.” Neville could hardly believe his luck. The
shopkeeper explained that a Hogwarts student had brought it in a couple of years earlier, claiming
that she really didn't like her mum and wanted to sell it. Thinking she might change her mind,
the shopkeeper put the bracelet in the back room for safe keeping. He had forgotten all about until
Neville came in looking for it. Neville told him of his suspicions, that it had been stolen. The
shopkeeper agreed and offered to give it back free of charge, but only after he had reported it to
the Auror's office, Neville quickly agreed.

Looking at Neville with all the wonderment of a small child that was so naturally Luna, all she
could say was, “How… I thought I'd lost…” Then, after wrapping her arms around his neck, she
gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you Neville… Thank you so much.”

Neville was so happy for her, he didn't even blush at her show of affection. “You're
welcome Luna. I'm just glad you got it back.” Then Neville shook his head, “And for the record,
you didn't lose it Luna, someone stole it from you.”

“Oh…” Was all she could say as she turned away. Luna seemed to shrink in on herself as she
became quiet and turned her gaze down to the table. Her hands instinctively wrapped around the
bracelet, as if someone might come along and steal it away again.

Hermione couldn't help but notice and wondered if Luna knew more than she was letting on.
“Luna, do you know who it was?” Hermione asked, getting a little angry that anyone could be so
mean.

Luna hesitated only a moment and then gave a small shrug and said simply, “Oh, well some of the
girls in my house like to take my things and hide them. They think it's quite funny.” She
didn't look up, and her eyes never left the bracelet when she answered.

“Things?” Neville all but growled, “like your shoes?” It wasn't unusual to see Luna walking
around the cold castle barefoot. Neville had just assumed it was part of her sometimes odd
behavior, but now he was having second thoughts.

Neville looked across to Harry and Hermione and was happy to see that they appeared to be as
angry as he was. “I'm going to Flitwick, this is… It's outrageous!” Neville started to
stand and so did Harry.

“Wait a minute,” Fred said quickly, holding up a hand to stop them.

“What, why?” Asked Harry.

“Luna, do you know who's been doing this?” Fred asked softly, and after she nodded yes, he
asked another question, “and can you prove it?” Luna slowly shook her head no.

“Then Flitwick won't be able to do much,” George said, catching onto his brother's line
of thought. Being the schools pranksters, they were well aware of what a professor could or
couldn't do without proof.

Ginny was quietly building up the famous Weasley temper and after she turned to her brothers,
she roared. “Then what is she supposed to do, let them get away with this?”

Unconcerned by her outburst, Fred smiled, “Not at all dear sister.”

“Leave them to us,” George finished, with a devil of a smile on his face.

“As of this moment, you are now our adopted little sister.” Fred said as he nodded to his
brother.

George nodded back, “And nobody messes with our family.”

Liking the idea, Ginny calmed down immediately. She pulled Luna into a one-arm hug and smiled at
her, “Hey sis.”

Neville and Harry sat back down while Hermione smirked, “Oh I think I want in on this one.”

Luna was crying again as she looked around at her friends, “Thank you, all of you… It's nice
to have such good friends.”

Harry looked around too and nodded, before adding softly to himself, “Yes, it is.”

oOoOo

By the following Saturday, a week later; Harry felt that he was finally getting back in shape.
He wasn't quite back in tip top condition, but almost. As he and Hermione approached the castle
after their morning run, they noticed Dumbledore standing in the courtyard with Fleur sitting
nearby, waiting for them. Harry shared a questioning look with Hermione, then looked over his
shoulder at the two girls following them. Luna and Ginny were having a lively animated
conversation, and hadn't noticed the Headmaster yet. Harry again looked at Hermione, who
mouthed, “Neville.” Harry smiled back. As their cool down walk came to an end at the courtyard,
Dumbledore turned and spoke.

“Good morning Harry, ladies,” Dumbledore said as he tipped his head towards them. “It looks like
the start of a beautiful day. You know, I envy the fact that you get to spend so much time out of
doors, enjoying the fresh air.”

“Yes Sir,” Harry said simply. He'd had quite enough of the outdoors lately.

Dumbledore was slightly surprised by Harry's short response, and it showed on his face with
a slight rise of a brow. “Miss Granger, I wonder if you and your friends would mind if I spoke with
Harry alone for a moment.”

Hermione recognized the statement for what it was, he wasn't asking. She glanced at Harry,
who gave her a subtle nod, then answered, “No, of course not Sir.”

Dumbledore noticed the exchange and smiled, Minerva was right; they were growing closer. It also
occurred to him, that he had obviously lost Miss Granger's allegiance; that now belonged to
Harry. Hermione had only taken a couple of steps away when a thought occurred to him, and he
changed his mind. “On second thought Miss Granger, would you be so kind as to join us? I think
perhaps your keen insight may be beneficial.”

Hermione nodded a quick goodbye to Luna and Ginny, then said, “Certainly, Professor,” before
returning to Harry's side.

Harry smiled, happy to have her with him. After another glance at Fleur, he turned back to
Dumbledore and asked, “Sir, what's this about?”

“The last task Harry,” Dumbledore answered tensely. Then after a look out towards the lake, he
smiled, “I could use some fresh air myself.” Dumbledore then looked at Harry and Hermione and
chuckled, “And I'd wager, that the two of you would rather not be cooped up in a small office…
at least until you have showered.”

Hermione glanced down at herself, then scrunched up her nose and nodded.

Harry just laughed, “Probably for the best Sir.”

After strolling around for a few minutes just enjoying the grounds, Harry was beginning to
wonder if Dumbledore had forgotten what they were out here to discuss. One glance at Fleur and
Hermione, and he knew they were thinking the same thing.

As if reading their minds Dumbledore finally started talking, “As beautiful a day it is, I am
afraid we all have more important things to do, so…” Turning to Fleur he asked, “Can I assume that
by now you are aware, that there was a chimera loose in the forest?”

Harry thought she might faint when she looked at him; the blood was leaving her face so fast.
Yet, in that brief moment, Harry saw in her eyes a level of respect that she had until recently,
only had for the other two champions.

Looking back at Dumbledore, Fleur answered, “Oui, My seester told me.”

“And can you think of anyone who might have brought it here?”

“Professor, Fleur wouldn't…” Harry started to protest. While Hermione flashed angry eyes at
their Headmaster.

Fleur looked worried, but said nothing. She would wait and see where he was going with this
before asking questions or saying anything.

Dumbledore smiled at their show of support for each other. “I'm happy to see that the
Tournament has made you all friends and not enemies.” Looking straight at Fleur, he when on, “I did
not mean to accuse you of anything Miss Delacour.”

Fleur relaxed somewhat, happy that she was not being blamed for the attack on Harry.

After a moment to let the sudden tension reside, Dumbledore continued, “As all of you know, the
chimera in not native to the Dark Forest. So that begs the question… how did it get there?”
Dumbledore paused to let the question sink in. “As soon as you four were safely back, the chimera
was captured by Hagrid. Then, several ministry officials, including myself set out to
investigate.”

Turning to Harry, he continued, “Since you encountered it first, and the fact that you were the
most likely to have an enemy who might want to… well cause you harm, I assumed it was put there to
hunt you, Harry.” Dumbledore sighed, “I am afraid I jumped to the wrong conclusion.”

“What are you suggesting Sir?”

Dumbledore simply tipped his head down a little and peered over his glasses at Hermione, and
waited.

“He's suggesting that it was meant for someone else,” Hermione answered quietly, as she took
hold of Harry's hand.

Dumbledore looked at Hermione and nodded, “Exactly right Miss Granger… care to tell us who?”

Hermione turned and stared at Fleur who was still quite pale, and had yet to say a word.

Following her gaze, Harry turned back to Hermione, “But why?”

Hermione shook her head, then looking at Dumbledore, “Professor?”

Dumbledore also shook his head, “Sadly I am not sure either, hence my earlier question to Miss
Delacour.” Dumbledore stared at the three of them for a few seconds, then went on to explain more.
“We found out, that the chimera was Portkeyed into the northern part of the forest. Nowhere near
you Harry; that was a bit puzzling. Then we found this…” Dumbledore reached into his robes and
pulled out a powder-blue piece of fabric, and showed it to Fleur. “Do you recognize this Miss
Delacour?”

Fleur stepped closer, “Oui, eet ees part of my uniform.” She took it and examined it carefully.
It was a piece of her uniform jacket, torn and dirty. “Where did you find eet?”

“We found this along with several other pieces of your jacket; all of which have your scent on
them by the way… marking a trail. A trail, that I believe was mean to lead the chimera to you.”

Fleur looked down at the jacket in her hands, “Mon Dieu.” Fleur had never seen a chimera, but
she knew of them, and the thought that one had been sent to attack her made her waver on her
feet.

“Although we did not know it at the time, it was heading straight for you.” Turning his
attention back to Harry, he went on, “A chance encounter with a stay wolf changed everything. The
chimera would naturally prefer chasing a real live animal over following the scent of one. The wolf
lead the chimera a considerable ways south, before turning back to the north in an effort to lose
the predator.”

Hermione was already putting the pieces together and gave Harry's hand a squeeze before
pulling it free and wrapping her arm around his waist.

“That is when; unfortunately for you Harry, that it crossed your path and the chimera again
changed its mind about who to pursue.”

After a glance at Hermione, Dumbledore said gently, “Harry, I am sure by now you have been
sufficiently chastised for not using the Portkey, so I will not say anymore other than; do try and
remember that the safeguards only work if you remember to use them.”

Harry looked down and nodded, “Yes sir, I'll try to remember.”

“Excellent,” Dumbledore said with a smile, “I am quite sure you are unaware of how worried I
was.”

“With all due respect Sir,” Hermione interrupted, “You didn't seem all that concerned about
Harry at the time.”

Dumbledore chuckled, “I was not worried about Harry. As I said, I believe Harry is quite
resilient… It was you I was worried about. If it had gotten any worse…”

“I theenk you might ave been joining us een ze ospital Professor,” Fleur said with a huge
smile.

Hermione turned red, while Harry stood next to her with his arm around her.

Dumbledore was still smiling, “You have good friends Harry, who I might add, are very protective
of you.”

Harry looked at Hermione and while staring into her eyes said, “Yes sir, that I'm sure of.”
He glanced at her lips, but didn't kiss her; he was fairly sure Hermione would have been
uncomfortable with that in front of their Headmaster.

Hermione's blush faded, and her smile grew. She knew what he had been thinking. She'd be
sure to kiss him later and make it count for his patience.

“Well then, to summarize; A dark creature was released in the forest to hurt Miss Delacour… for
reasons unknown. Also, something that you probably did not know; Professor Snape has discovered
tampering with his potion supplies, and there is the question of the disappearance of Mr.
Bagman.”

“What kind of tampering Professor,” asked Hermione?

“It seems several ingredients have gone missing in rather large quantities,” Dumbledore peered
over his glasses at the two of them and with a knowing smile added, “ingredients that the both of
you are quite familiar with I might add.” Holding up his hands to stop the inevitable protest, he
went on, “He was of course convinced it was you, but later changed his mind.”

“Hum, surprised he didn't at least dock us points.”

“As I told him Harry; things are not always as they seem.” Dumbledore sighed, “Which bring us
back to the Tournament. Obviously, someone is trying to influence the outcome, and is not concerned
with how they do it.”

“Or who geets urt,” Fleur added.

“Quite right Miss Delacour,” Dumbledore said with a nod in her direction. “I want the three of
you to be especially careful in the coming weeks. Let me know immediately if you see something
unusual, or even remotely suspicious.”

“Sir, we've talked about this before,” Hermione started, “if you now think there is an
unseen danger, why not stop the Tournament?”

“I did not mean to make you think I was not concerned before Miss Granger. However, like before,
there is still little that can be done until more is known. If I, or anyone else for that matter,
were to stop the Tournament without indisputable proof, it would put not only Harry's magic in
jeopardy, but that of all the champions.”

“So again we do nothing!” Hermione was getting worked up.

Dumbledore turn to her and said in a very serious tone, “Quite the contrary Miss Granger. Much
has been done and still more will be. Not everything we are doing is visible to the public, or even
to your keen eye.” Dumbledore's features softened, “Miss Granger, I would never intentionally
put a student's life in danger… not even Harry's.”

Harry gave her a squeeze and she backed off. “Fine…I understand Professor.”

After getting nods of understanding from the other two, Dumbledore's mood brighten. “Well,
with that settled for the time being; I think it is time for breakfast… or for some, showers.”

oOoOo

“If I may have your attention please,” Dumbledore started after he approached the podium, “I am
sure by now some of you have noticed the hedgerows being grown down by the Quidditch stadium.”
After seeing a few nods of acknowledgment he went on, “They are indeed for the next and last
upcoming task. Once fully grown they will stand about twelve feet tall and will be nearly five feet
thick. Their layout, will be that of a maze, one that our champions will have to navigate to the
center… where the Triwizard Cup, their final goal, will await them.”

Hermione sat up straighter as a chill ran down her back, her little feeling was back. Since this
was the last task, whatever was going to happen would probably happen sometime during the task.

As Dumbledore surveyed the crowd, he seemed to pause on each champion momentarily as if to judge
their readiness. “For this final task, each champion may choose a partner to accompany him. But
they may only be one of the two people that were involved with him from the lake during the fourth
task.” Now speaking directly to the champions, he said in a more guarded voice, “In the maze,
things will not always be as they appeared to be. You will not only be required to navigate the
maze, but you will also have to deal with, whatever you encounter along the way.” Dumbledore nodded
gently as he went on, “The right partner could be of great help, choose wisely. If however, you
choose to go alone you will be allowed to enter the maze with a slight time advantage over those
who go with partners. Once in the maze, your partner may go as far with you as you want. However,
you cannot force them to continue, they may leave at any time of their choosing. It will be
completely up to the both of you as to how you proceed.”

Dumbledore took a sip of water and then pressed on, “Until the champions decide whether or not
they will pick a partner for this task, we will not know the order in which they will enter the
maze.

As of this moment, the point totals are as follows; Harry Potter is in the lead with one hundred
eighty-three points, Cedric Diggory is next with one hundred eighty points, followed by Viktor Krum
with one hundred seventy-seven points, lastly but certainly not least is Fleur Delacour with one
hundred seventy-six points. If a champion decides to go alone, he will have five points added to
his total. The champion with the highest number of points will enter the maze first. The point
difference will determine how long the next champion has to wait before they may enter the maze,
with one point equaling one minute. As usual, if you have any questions, please do not hesitate to
ask either myself or your Head of House.”

Dumbledore paused, and seemed to study the crowd of students gathered in the Great Hall. Then,
almost as if reluctant to continue, he added, “The sixth and final task will begin at seven
o'clock on Friday evening, June the twenty-third. Also, viewing stands will again be set up
along with a means to see most of what is going on in the maze.”

Dumbledore sighed, “I feel, I must warn you. This task is much more than simply navigating a
simple maze.” Then speaking directly to the champions again, Dumbledore's voice took on a tight
serious tone, “You four will face many types of challenges in the maze… Consider all that you have
faced before, as… preparation for what awaits you between the hedgerows.” Dumbledore hesitated only
a moment, and then stood straighter and gave a slight nod to the assembly before returning to his
seat.

Hermione turned and stared at Harry expectantly, waiting for him to ask. Harry however, sat
deadly still, and stared down at the table in front of him with unfocused eyes and didn't say a
word. Hermione's brow drew tight, and her lips pressed thin. She knew what he was thinking, he
was planning on going alone; he didn't want to put anyone else in danger, not even Ron. He was
going to try and protect her by leaving her out of the task. Harry was going to try and be the
quiet noble hero.

“You know I'm going with you Harry,” Hermione said, trying to convey that there would be no
argument. Although she didn't say it, she knew it was for her own benefit as much as it was for
his.

Harry nodded slowly and turned to look at her. He half smiled; there was steel in her voice, and
fire in her eyes. Harry knew there was no talking her out of it, but still he had to try.
“Hermione, you said it yourself, `Students have died.'”

“And that's exactly why I'm going with you.”

“Hermione, if something were to happen to you… I… I don't know…”

“Harry, don't you think I feel exactly the same way?”

“But I have to go, you don't,” Harry argued.

“We, Harry. Remember? We are a team. I stood by you when your name came out of that blasted Cup,
and I've stood by you since. I'll not be left behind now.” Hermione could see it in his
eyes. He was desperately pleading with her to let him go alone. “Please Harry… I can't… I just
can't sit on the sidelines and watch anymore.”

Harry could understand that, and if he was honest with himself, he knew he needed her. A selfish
part of him also wanted her there with him. Seeing how determined, and how committed she was, he
relented. All she wanted, was to help, to try and see him safely through this last task. Harry
stared at his truly best friend through watery eyes and said in a thick voice, “Okay… Together
then.”

Hermione's face stayed serious as she nodded with relief. Then she pulled Harry into a
gentle embrace and whispered, “Together.”

oOoOo

Draco was in a rather foul mood as he sat down to breakfast. It was June fifth, just another
ordinary day as far as most everyone at Hogwarts was concerned. However, today was special to
Draco, today he turned fifteen, it was his birthday. Ordinarily he'd be happy about that. His
parents, both of them, would send him a couple of nice gifts, and a long letter telling him how
much they missed him.

Not this year. No, all he got was a card from his mother wishing him a happy birthday, his
father hadn't even taken the time to sign it.

They were changing, especially his father. He was growing more distant, and… cold. He spent long
periods of time away from home according to his mum, and he'd get extremely angry if she asked
where he had been. After seeing her at Christmas, and by the way she had started wording her
letters, he could tell; she was nervous about something… scared even. She was on edge all the time
now.

Draco didn't know what it all meant, but he was smart enough to know something was up with
his parents. Whether it was them growing apart, or money problems, politics, or something else, he
didn't know, but something was definitely wrong. He wanted to write home and demand an
explanation, but he wasn't stupid enough to expect an answer. Draco also knew there'd be a
painful lesson to be learned from his father for such arrogance.

“Happy Birthday Draco,” Pansy said as she dropped down next to him, “Here, I hope you like
it.”

Draco stared at the small gift she had handed him, the only gift he would most likely receive.
She had remembered his birthday. Draco looked up and gave her a half smile, “Thank you,” looking
back down he added, “I'm sure I will.”

Pansy smiled, then started making two plates of breakfast, one for herself and one for Draco.
She knew he'd wait until later to open her gift, he'd do it in private.

A couple of seats down, Daphne watched with interest.

oOoOo

The days leading up to the final task seemed to fly by, and before Hermione knew it, June
twenty-third had arrived.

Even though summer had come early to Hogwarts, Hermione shivered in the late evening air. The
sixth task was about to begin. They had spent a lot of time discussing how they would proceed and
what types of obstacles they might encounter along the way. Hermione however, could not help but
feel that there was something more, something they didn't know about. Maybe something nobody
knew about. At some point, she had expressed her fears to Professor McGonagall, and she in turn
promise to double check everything. Later McGonagall had told her, that she still hadn't found
anything out of the ordinary, but that she'd keep looking. In the end, she had said it was
probably just last-minute nerves. Hermione wasn't convinced.

As it turned out, at the last minute, Viktor decided to go without a partner and so had moved up
to second place. Harry and Hermione would enter the maze first, followed by Viktor one minute
later. Then Cedric and his partner Cho, would follow two minutes after that, and finally Fleur with
her little sister Gabrielle four minutes after Cedric.

At first Fleur had not wanted a partner, she didn't care for the way Roger acted around her,
and she didn't want to put Gabrielle in harm's way. Gabrielle argued, that if things got
too dangerous, she could always leave. She also reminded her that even though she was only a first
year, just having an extra set of eyes and ears would be a great help. If Fleur was stubborn, then
there weren't enough words to describe Gabrielle's unyielding determination. With her
situation, not unlike Harry's, she finally gave in.

Harry hadn't said anything to Hermione, but somehow this task *felt* different. It
might have been because Hermione was involved, but Harry really didn't think so.

It was almost seven o'clock. Harry looked at Hermione and ticked his head up a fraction of
an inch silently asking one more time, *`Are you sure?'*

Hermione smiled and nodded once with one brow raised, *`Yes, and stop asking.'*

Harry smiled, *`Okay.'*

Hermione knew that Harry was nervous and worried about her involvement and she smiled at his
concern and thoughtfulness. But she wasn't exactly a helpless little girl, she could take care
of herself pretty well. Later, when this was all over, she was sure they'd sit down and have a
long talk about it. She loved the fact that Harry had a thing for helping and protecting people,
but he needed to learn, that it was a two way street. He needed to learn to accept help in
return.

Boom! The cannon blast resonated off the viewing stands. Harry took Hermione's hand and
together they set off into the maze.

Harry set the pace at a slow run, Hermione easily following along just behind, covering their
backsides. It seemed like just a short moment later when they heard the second cannon blast and
knew Viktor was in the maze. Distracted by that thought, Harry nearly ran right into a Blast-Ended
Skrewt as he rounded a corner. The beast reacted out of fear and let loose a large fireball right
at him. Harry barely managed to dodge while pulling Hermione with him as she hastily brought up a
shield.

“Harry, we need to slow down, especially near the corners.” She said, slightly winded. Harry
quickly agreed.

Once safely past the Skrewt, Harry stopped and turned to Hermione, “Sorry about that.”

Grateful that Harry realized the danger of being in too big a rush, Hermione gave him a quick
smile, “No worries, Harry.” A few seconds later after using the point me spell, they were on their
way again.

Even though it was late in the day, it should have been fairly light out, enough to easily
navigate the maze. However that was not the case, and it was actually quite dark in the maze. The
sky had clouded over, and the tops the hedgerows seemed to lean in towards each other, blocking out
most of what was left of any sunlight. As Harry pushed on, the ground became slightly uneven and a
shallow low-lying fog started to form. He had just stepped over a large root when a second later,
he heard Hermione let out a muffled yelp, as she tripped and fell to the ground. Harry stopped and
turned back, intent on helping her up. A moment later he heard her scream.

“Harry!”

All around her, roots were growing out of the ground at an incredible rate, wrapping themselves
around Hermione's arms and legs. She was helpless to defend herself. Harry tried blasting the
roots, but it made no difference. Next he tried a cutting curse, still they kept growing, and now
they were slowly trying to pull her into the hedgerow. Because it was Hermione, Harry started to
panic. He didn't want to make a mistake or take any chances… he didn't know what to do
next.

“Harry, they're coming from the hedge, start a fire at the base… Hurry!”

Harry wasted no time, “Incendio,” he hollered. The spell quickly started a fire at the bottom of
the hedge. It worked, the roots released Hermione, who quickly scrambled to her feet and ran to
Harry.

Harry held her at arm's length and gave her a quick once over, “You all right?”

Hermione was a little shaken, but otherwise unhurt, she took a deep breath, and nodded once,
“Yes, I'm fine.” She could see the look in his eyes that clearly said, he was worrying about
her again. “Really Harry, I'm fine.”

Harry studied her a moment, then nodded back, “Okay”

Harry grabbed her hand, and reluctantly turned and started moving again, this time a fair bit
more slowly.

oOoOo

For the next several minutes, things were uneventful. Then without warning, Harry lost all sense
of direction as vertigo destroyed his sense of balance. For a moment, it felt like he was in a
washing machine during the spin cycle, and then it just stopped. There was no left or right, and he
couldn't tell up from down. There was no feeling, no sound… nothing. It was if he floating in a
dark void, like underwater with no light, unable to see nether the bottom nor the surface. Then, as
quickly as it had started, it was over and the maze came spinning back into focus.

Harry was down on his knees bent over slightly breathing deeply, his eyes screwed shut. Hermione
was standing over him protectively, one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping her wand. “Feeling
any better Harry?”

Harry took one more long shuddering breath and looked up, “Yeah… I think,” he shook his head to
clear the cobwebs, “that was so… Weird.” He had walked into what appeared to be an ordinary fog,
but as soon as he had entered it, his whole world literally turned upside down.

“I can only imagine what it must've felt like. It was obviously some kind of disorientation
mist,” Hermione offered.

“I'm just glad you knew the counter,” Harry said as he slowly straighten up. He still felt a
little wobbly, but the effect was quickly fading.

“Dumbledore said it should take us about an hour to find the cup,” Hermione said while looking
around, “it's been about that long, so we should be close.”

Harry slowly started walking again, “Yeah, hopefully that's the last…” Harry never got a
chance to finish his sentence as a loud scream interrupted him. He turned to Hermione, and a moment
later they both heard the unmistakable sound of spell fire.

“This way!” Harry yelled, and started in the direction of the fight, with Hermione close behind.
A very short time later, Harry and Hermione came upon a truly confusing scene. Viktor and Cedric
were in a duel.

They didn't have much time to try to decipher what was happening, because a moment later,
Viktor noticed them and started casting spells in their direction. They were hard and powerful.
Dark spells, spells meant to hurt.

Harry and Hermione joined with Cedric in trying to subdue the powerful Bulgarian. Hermione
noticed Cho lying on the ground not far from Cedric, and hoped she was just unconscious. Viktor
fought without fear, like he had nothing to lose. Harry also noticed, he seemed to concentrate on
Cedric and now Hermione, almost ignoring him. One thing for sure, this was a totally different
Viktor from the one he had dueled only a few months before.

Hermione noticed the pattern also. Being Hermione, she quickly used that information to their
advantage. She moved closer to Cedric, so they could keep Viktor's attention more focused on
them and allow Harry the opportunity to get in behind him. Hermione let Cedric do most of the
attacking while she provided defensive covering shields. It worked for a minute or two until Viktor
caught on. He fired several high-powered spells at Hermione breaking her shields just like he'd
done to Harry, and a second later scored a hit. Hermione was blasted backwards.

Having been on the receiving end of Viktor's powerful spell work, Harry watched horrified as
Hermione flew through the air, and for the first time, he realized how Hermione must have felt
seeing that exact same thing happen to him. Harry felt his rage take control, he was going to end
this. He needed to, he needed to get to Hermione.

Harry's wand lit up brightly as he screamed a series of spells at Viktor. Viktor tried to
defend, but Harry's attack had been just as vicious and powerful as his own, and with Cedric
also on the attack, it was only a few seconds later when Viktor fell unconscious.

Cedric ran forward and quickly confiscated Viktor's wand and then tied him up,
“Incarcerous,” he said, to prevent any more trouble, just in case he woke up. Meanwhile, Harry had
rushed to Hermione and was cradling her head in his lap. She didn't look like she had been hurt
quite as bad as he had, but until she woke Harry wasn't going anywhere. Harry looked over and
noticed Cedric was now tending to Cho.

“Harry?” Hermione asked weakly.

Harry looked back down, “Hermione, you… Are you hurt badly?”

Hermione seemed to do an internal check and then answered, “I don't think anything is
broken,” then with a grimace she added, “although I'm really sore, help me sit up please.”

This was what Harry had been worried about, although he never expected her to get attacked by
another champion. Harry carefully moved his hands under her arms and gently helped her to sit up,
“Still okay?”

Hermione rubbed her head, “Yeah, just banged up a little. I think I got lucky.” Then after a
glance toward Cedric and Cho, she asked, “How are they?”

“Don't know yet.” Harry answered, still worried about her.

Hermione went to stand, “Let's check.”

Again Harry was using two hands as he helped Hermione stand up. He helped her move slowly over
to the other couple and then eased her down so she could sit next to Cho. “How is she?” Hermione
asked.

Cedric shook his head, “Don't really know for sure, we need Pomfrey.” Then after a glance at
Viktor, he went on, “Did you see how he was acting?”

Nodding her head, Hermione answered immediately, “Yes, and his eyes. I'm sure he was under
the Imperius Curse.”

Harry raised a brow, that would explain a lot. Viktor had always been very much the quiet
gentleman to both him and Hermione, he hated to think Viktor was a dark wizard. “So, someone was
using him?”

“Yes, but who… and why?” Hermione said.

“To attack us, why? If he was under the Imperius, what purpose would attacking Cho and I serve?”
Cedric asked.

“Not just you and Cho,” answered Hermione, “all of us, all of us except for Harry.”

“Like the last task with Fleur,” Harry mused.

A soft moan from Cho caught everyone's attention. “Send up red sparks, we'll wait for
help,” Harry said.

“No, you will all be disqualified. You two go on, I'll stay here with them and send for help
just as soon as you've gone,” Hermione countered. She didn't like the idea of Harry going
on alone, but she knew she was in no condition to help from this point on. Seeing the look on his
face, she smiled at his concern, “You have to go Harry, you can't quit willingly… Remember, the
rules.”

Cedric nodded, “She's right Harry.”

“As soon as we've gone,” Harry said sternly.

Hermione nodded once, “Be careful,” and then looking at both Harry and Cedric in turn she added,
“and good luck.”

Harry smiled and then turned to Cedric, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Cedric said easily. He gave both Harry and Hermione a nod, then turned and headed off
into the maze.

Harry gave Hermione a gentle hug and a quick kiss, and then after one last long look, he too
turned, and disappeared back into the maze.

oOoOo

The delay with Viktor had cost him time, and in his rush to make some of it up, Harry had ran
straight into the biggest acromantula he'd ever seen. He could now only hope that Hagrid
wouldn't be too mad at him for killing it. At the time, there just didn't seem to be any
other option. Harry looked down at his left leg. The giant spider had managed to claw him just
above the knee. The gash was about three inches long and Merlin, did it hurt. Harry figured it must
be fairly deep as well, considering how badly it was bleeding.

Harry grimaced as he tore open his pant leg a bit to get a better look. After cleaning it with a
jet of water from his wand, he closed the wound the best he could with the only healing spell he
knew. Satisfied he'd stopped the bleeding, Harry took a moment to catch his breath.

Harry had only just started moving again, when just ahead of him, he heard a blood-curdling
scream. “Now what?” He asked out loud, even though he was alone. *`This maze* *is really
beginning to get old,**'* He thought. The scream had come from up ahead, and after only
running a short distance, he came to an intersection. To the right was a long row, and at the far
end there was an opening. Harry could just make out the Cup sitting on a table, shining brightly as
if there were spot lights on it. To the left, Harry found the source of the panicked screaming.

Fleur was on the ground being dragged into the base of the hedgerow just as Hermione had been
earlier. Gabrielle was holding onto her for dear life, and trying to pull her free. She was quickly
losing the battle. It was an easy decision, Harry turned left, the Cup could wait. Harry thought to
use the incendiary spell again, but decided against it, Fleur was too close to the hedge, she would
surely get burnt. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed hold of her and tried to help Gabrielle pull
her free, but even together they were losing ground. Harry scrambled over to her legs and
desperately started pulling at the roots, ripping them off as fast as he could. However, at the
rate it was going, Fleur would be pulled under long before he had her free.

“Harry, get back!” Cedric yelled.

Harry looked up to find Cedric only a few feet away, wand at the ready. Jumping up, Harry moved
to stand by Gabrielle. Cedric fired a spell that Harry had never heard of, but it worked. The
hedgerow roots quickly retreated back into the ground, releasing Fleur.

Harry helped both Gabrielle and Fleur to stand, then they all moved back a ways to catch their
breath.

The way Gabrielle was hugging her sister, it didn't look as though she was going to let go
anytime soon. Fleur looked down at her while rubbing her back and smiled, “C'est correat petit
un… c'est correat. (It's okay little one… It's okay.)” Then looking up, she said to
Harry and Cedric, “Zank you.”

Cedric smiled, “You're welcome.” Then speaking to everyone he said, “Perhaps we should stick
together.”

Harry sighed, “We do seem to keep bumping into each other. Why not?”

Fleur glanced down at her little sister again, “Qui, why not?”

Harry didn't care about getting to the Cup first, or even winning. He just wanted to get
through the task and get back to Hermione. He wanted to make sure she was alright. By staying
together, they would definitely be safer and they'd probably finish the task a little sooner
too. Harry figured, they'd work out what to do at the Cup, once they got there.

oOoOo

Hermione had watched as Madam Pomfrey examined both Cho and Viktor before sending them off to
the infirmary. While she waited for her own exam, she told Dumbledore the details of the encounter.
After conferring with Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey, he confided in her, that her suspicions
were correct, Viktor had been acting under the effects of the Imperius Curse.

“Professor, what I don't understand is, why was he ignoring Harry, you'd think…”
Hermione gasped, “he wanted Harry to get to the Cup, he wanted Harry to win. That's why… He was
actually helping Harry.” Hermione chewed her bottom lip for a second, “It was probably the same
person who Portkeyed the chimera into the forest.”

Dumbledore watched as McGonagall's favorite student pieced it all together. *`Yes, she is
most impressive,'* he thought. “Miss Granger, it is at times like this, that I find I do not
give you enough credit.” Dumbledore nodded with a sigh, “I believe we have enough proof now, and
until we find out exactly what is going on here, I think we should stop the task.” Turning, he
hurried away, no doubt to talk with the other organizers.

Relieved at first, until Hermione remembered, the others were still out there. Looking up at the
viewing board, she noticed all of them were together now, and standing right next to the Cup.
Hermione's little feeling came rushing back… *`The* *C**up!'*

oOoOo

The maze offered no further resistance, so Harry and the rest made it to the Cup in just a few
minutes. Now, the four of them stood around the Cup in a semi-circle only a couple of feet away
from it. Back at Hogwarts, the Cup had looked so… spectacular. Now, out here, it had lost its
appeal. Its sparkle had faded into insignificance.

“Doesn't seem so important anymore, does it?” Asked Cedric.

“No, it does not,” Fleur agreed.

“You know, you two are the real champions, I should stay back…”

Both Cedric and Fleur turned exasperated eyes on Harry. It was Fleur who spoke what they were
both thinking. “Arry, you ave proven to me more zan once, that you ezz not a little boy. Don't
start acting like one now, yes?”

“She's right Harry, we should do this together,” Cedric said

Harry saw that they'd meant it, “Fine, together than,” he said a little sheepishly.

As one, Harry, Cedric, Fleur, and Gabrielle, reached for the cup.

oOoOo

Back at the base of the viewing stands by the entrance to the maze, Hermione watched as three
champions and a young girl, vanished in a whirl of color. “No!” She cried, but it was too late to
stop them.

oOoOo

**AN:** Pardon my French.

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

**AN:** There are some parts here that closely follow the graveyard scene in the book (GOF),
including a line taken directly from the book that I'm sure most of you will recognize.

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**Chapter 22**

**Blood for the Enemy**

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Harry had landed flat on his back… again, “Ooouch, I hate Portkeys.”

Smiling, Cedric helped Harry to his feet, while Fleur did the same for Gabrielle. “Well this is
weird, I wonder where we're at?” asked Cedric. Harry looked around, still a little dazed from
the Portkey.

The four of them were standing in a graveyard, it was dark and poorly kept. The only thing
recognizable was an old house sitting on a hillside.

Fleur pulled Gabrielle closer, “Zis ees not right.”

Harry was still looking around when his gaze landed on the Cup laying a short distance away.
“Why is it still glowing?”

Cedric stared at the Cup for a few seconds, “That's strange… maybe it's a two-way.”

Harry was starting to get nervous. He was beginning to think Fleur was right, something was
wrong. Harry turned his attention back to the old house on the hill. He only had to look at it for
a moment before his eyes went wide.

“We need to go!” Harry said as recognition set in.

Cedric turned and looked at Harry, “Why, don't you think this is part of the task?”

Harry shock his head, “No, I recognize this place from a dream, We need to leave NOW!”

“A dream Arry?” Fleur asked slightly confused.

“We need to go…”

“Avada Kedavra.”

The spell came out of nowhere. Harry spun around wand at the ready. Cedric dove into Fleur and
Gabrielle with his arms spread wide, tacking them to the ground. The curse missed them by only
inches.

Harry fired a couple of stunners in the general direction the attack had come from, hoping to
distract their assailant long enough for Cedric and the girls to find cover. Then he fired several
blasting spells into the ground in the same area throwing dirt and dust into the air making a kind
of smoke screen.

Cedric and the girls were separated by a few feet, while Harry was a little further away, but at
least every one had good cover. After only a moment of reprieve, their attacker started firing
curses again. It appeared as though he was hoping for a lucky hit. Cedric and Fleur were safe for
now, and so carefully returned fire. Gabrielle stayed low and out of the way next to her sister.
Harry was also safe, but stayed quiet, hoping to get a glimpse of who they were fighting.

Cedric and Fleur were in a sort of standoff, but the attacker had yet to fire on Harry.
*`Maybe he's lost track of him,'* Cedric thought. He gave a short whistle to get
Harry's attention, while Fleur kept their foe busy. As soon as Harry looked over, he pointed
his index finger straight up and drew a tiny circle in the air. Harry nodded in understanding; he
would circle around, and try to get behind whoever was attacking them.

A short and balding, shaky little man who passed as a mediocre wizard at best, knelt cowering
behind a large stone wall. “This isn't how it was supposed to be,” he mumbled. Harry Potter was
supposed to be alone. He was supposed to be scared and confused… but he wasn't. Not only had
this supposedly simple boy reacted quickly and surely, but he was fighting back! And of the other
three that came with him, two were quite good for only being students. The tables had been turned
and what was supposed to be an easy ambush, had turned into a trap. The little man was worried, he
knew his life depended on the successful outcome of this encounter.

Down by his feet wrapped in a tattered blanket, something hissed. A second later, a very large
snake slipped away through the tall grass and into the darkness. Next, the blanket spoke to him.
“Be ready,” was all it said.

It had been quiet for the last few minutes, and Harry had managed to silently work his way
halfway around to where he wanted to be. He was about to start crawling again, when the terrified
scream of Gabrielle froze him in his tracks.

Still kneeling, Fleur spun around at the start of her sister's panicked scream. She came
face to face with the biggest snake she'd ever seen. It was coiled slightly and ready to
strike. Fleur pulled her sister behind her and raised her wand, “Confringo!” She hit the snake dead
on, but the spell had little effect on it.

Cedric watched from a short distance away, unable to do anything because Fleur was in the way.
He quickly realized that Fleur alone, was not going to be able to stop it, they'd have to work
as a team. Cedric yelled, “Fleur, together…” and then stepped out from behind the tombstone
he'd been using as cover.

Fleur quickly nodded and as soon as Cedric started to move, she fired two more blasting curses
at the snake, “Confringo, confringo.”

Cedric threw as much of his magic as he could into the spell, “Expulso!” It worked, the snake
retreated back to the safety of the tall grass. With all the commotion and his concern for the
girls, Cedric never saw the second killing curse coming.

Harry saw their attacker stand and point his wand at Cedric. Harry also knew that Cedric was
exposed and therefore in trouble. Harry stood, giving away his position; he didn't care, he had
to help his friends. As fast as he could, Harry yelled, “Stupefy!”

Cedric turned at the sound of Harry's voice and saw what was happening. He tried to jump
back out of the way, but it was too late. Cedric slumped to the ground and didn't move.

Fleur stared at Cedric in horror. He was laying on his back staring straight up, eyes wide open,
but devoid of life.

Before Harry could believe what he was seeing, Fleur screamed and it distracted him for a split
second when he turned to look at her.

“Expelliarmus!”

Harry was blasted backwards, while his wand was violently pulled from his hand.

Fleur finally got her wits about her and turned in the direction the attack was coming from and
pointed her wand, frantically searching for their assailant. She would not let Cedric's death
go unanswered. A second later she spotted him. Fleur fired several spells at the lone wizard who
was responsible for all of this, but his shields held and he fired back before ducking behind
cover.

Harry pulled himself up and scrambled behind a tombstone. He was trying desperately to clear his
head, but it was all happening so fast. His only hope was to try and reach Cedric. With the other
boy's wand, he might have a chance to defend himself and help Fleur.

“Stupefy,” Their attacker yelled. The tables had been turned again.

Harry was pinned down, he'd have to wait until their assailant turned his attention back on
Fleur. A moment later, he got his chance. Staying low, Harry quickly started back to Cedric.

Fleur conjured a large dog just behind the enemy, hoping to flush him out into the open. It
worked for a second, and she yelled, “Reducto!” just barely missing. But she did manage to blast
away part of the tombstone he'd been hiding behind.

Ready to fire again, she heard what she thought was the snake coming back, and moved to
intercept it. Unfortunately, it put her in the open which their attacker took full advantage of by
firing several high powered spells at her.

Fleur raised a hasty shield which barely held, but she was growing weak.

“Crucio!”

Fleur's shield failed and she screamed, as unimaginable pain ripped through her body. The
curse was closely followed by a pair of stunners that left her and her sister unconscious.

Harry was almost there, he dove for the wand, and just as he grabbed hold of it, the sharp pain
of the Stupefying Charm hit him in the back. Harry dropped the wand and fell back to the ground as
his world went black.

oOoOo

Hermione looked around frantically, hoping beyond hope, that the Cup would Portkey them here,
rather than someplace else. A moment later with no sign of the champions, it became obvious… they
had been taken. Where and by whom, was still unknown.

Hermione jumped when a hand touched her shoulder. Spinning around, she found herself looking
into the concerned eyes of Professor McGonagall. “Professor, they're gone. We… we need to…”

McGonagall could see that Hermione was on the edge of becoming hysterical. Taking a step
forward, she pulled Hermione into a loose hug, “Miss Granger… Hermione, please calm down. Professor
Dumbledore and the others are doing everything in their power to find them.” Releasing her to
arm's length, she went on, “When, and I do mean when they come back, Harry is most likely going
to need you.”

Hermione nodded and started wiping away at her tears with the back of her hands. “R-Right,” was
all she could manage for now.

I want you to stay here with me. If any of your friends come down, please kindly tell them to go
back and wait in the stands, we don't want a crowd gathering.

Having regained more of her composure, Hermione nodded again, “Okay… of course Professor.” She
then took a second to look around. People were running around in a frenzy trying to ascertain what
happened. Hermione stood a little taller and squared her shoulders, “Thank you Professor… I'll
be ready.”

oOoOo

As Harry slowly regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was the pain in his leg had
increased dramatically. The second, was that he couldn't move. Turning his head to the side he
discovered why; he was tied to a rock. After a quick glance around he looked more closely. To his
horror, he found that he was actually tied to a tombstone.

“Arry… are you awake?” came Fleur's voice in a loud whisper.

Harry stopped struggling and turned in the direction she had called from. It was dark, but he
could just barely make out the figures of Fleur and her sister Gabrielle. They were across an
opening from him, both tied to what looked like a post. *`At least they're both still
alive,'* he thought.

“Arry where are we, do you know who attacked us?”

“I only remember this place from the dream, and I'm not sure who attacked us,” Harry
answered as he resumed his struggle with the ropes. “But what I remember of the dream, we don't
want to stay here. Bad things are going to happen.”

A short shabby looking man carrying a blanket emerged from the shadows. After sitting it down,
he approached Harry, “Verrry good Mr. Potter,” he said in a weak stuttering voice.

“Wormtail!” Harry said angrily, but the panic in his voice was also clearly heard.

“Hurry Wormtail,” A raspy voice commanded.

Harry's blood ran cold and he stopped struggling again. His eyes were drawn to the blanket,
there was something inside… and it spoke. Harry recognized the voice from his dream. As much as he
wanted to believe it was impossible, he couldn't; the proof lay a mere few feet away. This
place from his dreams, was real, the voice was real! Harry's scar started to burn.

“Fleur, who ees zat?” asked a frightened Gabrielle.

Fleur motioned with her hand to be quiet, then turned to Harry hoping for some answers,
“Arry?”

Harry couldn't see her worried look, he didn't have too, he could hear it in her voice.
He was worried too, but he knew he couldn't dwell on it. “This disgusting excuse for a man is
Wormtail, or rightfully known as Peter Pettigrew… the wizard that betrayed my parents.”

“And the other…” she whispered, as if afraid she'd incur some horrible fate if she spoke to
loud.

Harry turned his attention back to the small bundle on the ground. He stared at it in disbelief,
daring it to even exist. “It's not possible… it can't be…”

“What Arry, who ees eet?” Fleur said more forcefully this time.

Harry's head snapped around, “I don't think you'll believe me… I'm not sure I
believe it myself.” Harry continued to stare at her, she never looked away. Harry knew she needed
to know, “I… I think it's, him.”

Gabrielle couldn't hold her tongue, “Who?”

“Voldemort,” Harry said dully.

Wormtail smiled evilly, as he started a fire under a cauldron he had just conjured. Once the
liquid inside started to boil, he began an old ritual. The ritual was as dark and evil as the
wizard it was meant for. Wormtail returned to the bundle on the ground and quickly unwrapped it.
Harry felt himself recoil involuntary at the hideous sight. A small creature, no bigger than a
young child. Except that Harry had never seen a child that even remotely looked as repulsive or
monstrous. It was a dark red, both scaly and raw. Even being carried, it was crouched over and
feeble looking. Harry nearly turned away when he caught sight of its face, deformed and snakelike,
flat with no ears or nose. Its eyes nearly closed, but harry could still make out an eerie red
glow.

Wormtail gently dropped the creature into the cauldron, and sparks flew off the surface as a
column of fiery red steam rose up. All Harry could do was hope, that somehow Wormtail would make a
mistake and it would all go wrong, he hoped that the creature would just drown. The pain in
Harry's scar was becoming unbearable.

Even though he seemed frightened, Wormtail began reciting the words to complete the evil ritual.
Harry watched horrified as he cut off his own hand and added it to the caustic mix. The potion
hissed and turned a bright burning red. After a moment of coping with the pain, Wormtail turned his
anguished eyes towards Harry. He moved to stand in front of him.

“Blood of the enemy . . . forcibly taken . . . you will . . . resurrect your foe.”

Wormtail used the same dirty, but extremely sharp knife to cut Harry's right forearm. After
collecting some blood, Wormtail returned to the cauldron and continued with the ritual. All Harry
could do was watch, he was helpless to stop him. After adding his blood, the potion turned
blindingly white, but nothing else happened. Again Harry hoped that something had gone wrong. Harry
turned and looked towards Fleur and Gabrielle, hoping that maybe one of them had managed to free
themselves. Unfortunately, both appeared to be as tightly bound as he was. Both also watching
hypnotized, as the horror before them played out.

Suddenly, the cauldron seemed to groan as white hot sparks flew in all directions. Smoke and
steam filled the air making it hard to see. *`Did the cauldron explode, had it all gone
bad,'* Harry wondered hopefully. But as the view in front of him started to clear, Harry
could make out the form of a man. Terror raced through him as Harry heard the man ask in a cold
hard voice, “Robe me.” He no longer sounded feeble.

With wand in hand, the object of Harry's nightmares turned and faced him. Evil red eyes
stared into green. Lord Voldemort had risen again.

Then Voldemort seemed to just ignore him. Harry watched transfixed as Voldemort walked in tight
circles waving his arms like the conductor of an orchestra. He seemed to be fascinated with his new
body. Then all too soon, it was back to business.

Voldemort summoned his Death Eaters; Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair, Malfoy… and Nott. Harry
committed every one of them to memory. Then one by one he told them all how disappointed he was in
them. How none of them had come to his aid except Wormtail, and he only out of fear. When he
mentioned that his most loyal Death Eater was at still at Hogwarts, Harry looked up.

Now, it was starting to make sense; a Death Eater had set the chimera loose in the forest, had
used the Imperius Curse on Viktor. The dreams… the other person in the room was the loyal Death
Eater Voldemort spoke of. *`So that would mean, that I was the one he wanted here so
badly,'* Harry thought, *`for the ritual, he wanted my blood.'* It all made sense
now.

After going on about his mistakes in the past. How he had underestimated Lily Potter and her
knowledge of some very old magic. Magic that had until now… protected Harry Potter, and made him
untouchable. He laughed and turned serpent like eyes back to Harry. “That little problem has been
remedied.” Then, as if to prove his point, he walk up and stood right in front of Harry and peered
into his eyes with an almost gleeful look, like a child who is about to open a present. Now he
would prove to his followers that he was indeed the most powerful wizard alive. And that even
The-Boy-Who-Lived, would bow down before him. A moment later he jabbed a boney finger at Harry
forehead.

Harry jerked against his restraints. Pain like he had never before experienced, exploded through
him. His blood pounded inside his head. It pushed against his skull and he thought if it pushed any
harder, his head might explode.

Voldemort stepped back with a sinister smile and laughed, “Oh yes Harry Potter… I can most
certainly touch you now!” He went on taunting him, promising a slow agonizing death. “Bow down to
me Harry, and beg on your knees. Beg for a merciful ending, and I might make your death quick.”

Harry was scared, he had no doughs that Voldemort meant every word, but he wouldn't break,
wouldn't give in to fear. And he wouldn't give Voldemort the satisfaction of knowing just
how terrified he was. Harry stood as straight as he could, stone faced and stared defiantly
ahead.

Voldemort lost patience when Harry refused to cower, no one dared to defy him. “Crucio!”

He yelled.

Harry's body jerked and twisted against his restraints. The pain he had felt in his head
only a moment ago, now surged though his whole body. Harry bit down so hard, he was sure he was
going to break some teeth. Still, as the searing pain ripped through him, he refused to cry out.
Harry desperately fought for control to keep from giving Voldemort the satisfaction of knowing
he'd won this tiny battle.

Fleur and Gabrielle both watched with tears in their eyes as there friend was ruthlessly
tortured.

Voldemort released the curse and stepped back mildly agitated. Had Harry any strength left, he
would have smiled.

“I see; just as stubborn as your father was,” Voldemort sneered, “let's see if you last as
long.”

Then after a glance at the girls, his demented smile returned, “Ah yes… our uninvited guests.”
Voldemort laughed, “No matter, I'm sure we will find a… use for you.”

Several of the Death Eaters laughed as well.

Next, he turned his attention to Wormtail, who cowered in anticipation. Voldemort replaced his
hand with a metal one, and then said, “Release the boy and give him back his wand.”

While Wormtail hurried to comply, Voldemort explained to his followers, “Killing Harry Potter
while he is tied up… will prove nothing. I will kill him in a fair fight. He will duel me… and die
with a wand in his hand.” Then pointing to the girls, he added, “Bring them forward, I want them to
witness this up close. I want them to see how stupid it was to put any faith what-so-ever in this
impostor.” Voldemort turned back to Harry, “I want them, to see you die slowly.”

A couple of Death Eaters laughed again, while two went to untie Fleur and Gabrielle.

Watching the girls again, Voldemort spoke as one would to a small child, “Who knows, maybe… if
you pay close attention… I might send one of you back to tell the world of my glorious return… that
is of course, after you have served your purpose here.”

The two Death Eaters; Avery who held Fleur, and Nott who held Gabrielle, force marched the girls
to opposite sides of the circle, separating them.

Fleur screamed and kicked at her captor, “Leave my seester alone, take your filthy ands off of
err!”

Avery back-slapped her so hard, Harry though he might have broken her jaw.

Voldemort turned his angry red eyes on her and raised his wand.

Fleur closed her eyes tight in anticipation of the pain that was sure to follow. A moment later
after nothing had happened, she dared to open them again. Voldemort was smiling.

“There are many kinds of pain. Perhaps we should show her what's in store for her and her…
sister.” He turned quickly and with his wand already raised, a simple flick of the wrist and he had
vanished all of Gabrielle's clothes.

Gabrielle shrieked and squirmed against Nott's tight hold, desperately trying to cover
herself from the eyes of over a half dozen Death Eaters.

Nott looked down at her with a sickening lust in his eyes. His free hand already starting to
slide down her front. His orders seemed clear, and he was more than happy to violate her here and
now in front of everyone. Gabrielle screwed her eyes shut.

Fleur screamed again, “NO!” Even as Avery began to fondle her. Her only concern was for her
sister.

They were all standing in an open area among the tombstones. It was roughly circular about
thirty or forty feet across. Just outside the open circle to the north, lay Cedric's body and
the Cup, a few feet further away. Fleur and Gabrielle now separated, were on the eastern and
western edges of the circle, in a little closer than the others. Harry and Voldemort were more
towards the middle, with the remaining Death Eaters forming a half circle on the southern edge.

With all eyes focused on the two girls, none of the eager Death Eaters noticed that Harry had
recovered somewhat. Taking careful aim Harry cried out, “Diffindo.” Nott hollered in pain as a deep
gash cut his wand arm, nearly severing it at the elbow. Blood flew and spattered Gabrielle from
head to toe. As quickly as he could, Harry turned and fired another curse at Voldemort, but he was
too slow and too weak to make an impact. Voldemort batted it away effortlessly.

Three spills hit Harry almost at the same time; a cutting curse and two bludgeoning curses that
knocked the wind out of him, and threw him over by Fleur.

“Stop!” Voldemort commanded, “No one is to touch him… he is mine.” After regaining control of
the situation, Voldemort glared at Nott for his lack of vigilance.

Nott after closing his wound, tightened his hold on Gabrielle, but paid her no more attention.
There would be time enough for that later. Then he'd let her know, that the pain she was
experiencing was payback for what Potter had done. He'd tell her with a smile as he used her
for pleasure.

Harry rolled over onto his hands and knees and spit out some blood. He was hurt. Besides the
injuries from the maze and Wormtail, he now had a rather bad cut across his side, and maybe a
cracked rib or two. On top of all that, he was still shaking from the after effect of the
Cruciatus.

Just ahead of him was a large thick tombstone. Harry was sure that if he jumped quick enough, he
could use it for cover… maybe hold out long enough till help arrived… if it arrived.

Avery looked down at Harry and smirked, “I can't wait until our master finishes you off.”
Holding Fleur from behind, he stuck a slimy tongue out between crooked yellow teeth and licked her
from the base of her neck up the side of her face to her forehead.

Fleur whimpered in disgust and fear. Her legs grew weak and threatened to fold under her. Avery
laughed.

*`No,'* Harry thought. He wouldn't hide behind a rock while two of his friends were
being tormented. Voldemort would surely use them to draw him out.

With a fair amount of difficulty, Harry rose to his feet. Looking at Fleur, he said with all the
authority and confidence he could muster, “If you get the chance… you must go, escape!”

Fleur looked back at Harry horrified, “No! Gabrielle…”

“You can save us all, bring help,” Harry pleaded, “I won't leave her…I promise.”

Voldemort and Avery both laughed.

Fleur was torn, she couldn't fathom the thought of leaving Gabrielle behind again! Fleur
almost screamed at her stupidity, she should have never let her get involved. But the conviction in
Harry voice and eyes gave her some small measure of hope. Her head told her he was right. Her heart
was harder to convince. Then she remembered a conversation she and Gabrielle had shared not too
long ago. Hermione had told her younger sister what Harry had taught her, *`You're not always
in control…'* Fleur gave Harry a small nod.

By now Voldemort had grown impatient, “If you insist on keeping your back to me Harry.”

He raised his wand high over his head, and then brought it down in a slashing motion. The curse
ripped the back of Harry's shirt to shreds and left five sizzling red lines running diagonally
down his back.

Harry was about to turn around when he felt the curse hit his back. It felt like he had been
whipped by several people at the same time. He staggered forward and dropped to one knee from the
force of the blow. He hadn't heard the incantation, nor did he think he would have recognized
it if he had. However, like most of Voldemort's spell work, Harry knew it was bad. Harry hissed
as his back burst into burning pain. Even though he couldn't see them, he knew by the feel,
that there were about a half dozen long nasty cuts that ran from shoulder to hip. Long thin cuts,
were the skin had been split open as it had been literally pulled apart.

Fighting to ignore to the pain, Harry stood. He would not die on his knees. He took one small
hesitant step forward, then turned and faced Voldemort.

Voldemort's thin lips pressed upwards, “Excellent, for a moment Harry… I thought you might
try and run away.” A couple of Death Eaters laughed. “Now Harry Potter, I assume they taught you
how to duel properly?” Voldemort didn't wait for an answer. “First we bow…”

But Harry wasn't paying attention; he knew the end was near and he was desperately trying to
come up with a plan… anything that might buy them some more time, but it looked hopeless. He was
facing the most evil wizard of their time. Harry's knowledge and power were insignificant
compared to Voldemort's. His only allies were a witch not much older than him and one much
younger, both of whom were currently helpless to do anything.

“I said bow!” Voldemort commanded, again growing angry with Harry's adamant disrespect. He
could easily have forced Harry to bow, but he wanted Harry to do so on his own. So Voldemort
resorted to his favorite form of persuasion. The curse left his lips as easily as someone else
might call a loved one, “Crucio!”

Harry threw himself to the right, away from Fleur and rolled once before returning to his feet.
He raised his wand and produced a hasty shield a second too late. A bludgeoning curse sent him
flying further back. Now he was on the other side of the circle, a few feet from Gabrielle.
Voldemort was in the center, and Fleur was behind and just to his left.

“Pathetic, simply pathetic. Is this all you have learned in four years Harry? Is this all they
have taught you?” Voldemort asked in a condescending tone.

Several of the Death Eaters laughed, and upon seeing how badly Harry was losing, they once again
lowered their guard.

Harry decided to use a modified version of his old trick from the first task. He knew he'd
only get one chance with it, and so patiently waited for the right time.

A spell, this one fiery red, lanced out at him. Harry didn't recognize it, but he was quite
sure he didn't want to get hit by it. Again he dodged away, and this time managed to get off a
stunner. It bounced harmlessly off Voldemort's shield.

They traded spell fire for a minute, although to Harry, it felt far longer. Harry tried his
best, but his spells weren't nearly powerful enough, they didn't even begin to penetrate
Voldemort's shields. Voldemort's however, were dramatically more effective. Harry was
thrown around like a rag doll and left bruised, and bleeding.

Harry was growing tired, while Voldemort was growing more and more impatient. Harry had hoped
that during all this, he might be able to free Gabrielle so she could rejoin her sister. Nott
however, held her close and never gave Harry a chance.

Voldemort raised his wand and waved it in a complex motion, and produced a fiery beast that
rushed at Harry.

Harry quickly yelled, “Reducto,” and then brought up the strongest shield he could muster. To
his surprise it worked, and the creature vanished. Harry decided a change of plans was necessary.
Harry needed Voldemort's full attention, so he fired a Reductor at him.

Voldemort laughed and again batted it away, “I grow weary of this Potter, it's time to
finish it.” With a flick of his wand, he knocked Harry to the ground.

The Death Eater roared with laughter and relaxed further. Voldemort simply shook his head, “I
had hoped for better…” He stopped when Harry fired two stunners at him in quick succession, without
getting up.

Like in the task, the first two stunners were weak. Harry was saving his power, they were only a
distraction. The time had come; Avery was laughing so hard, he was only holding Fleur by the
arm.

Harry didn't know a lot of spells, but the ones he did, he used quite effectively.
“Diffindo!” Harry yelled. Only his wand wasn't pointed at Voldemort, who had raised a second
shield slightly surprised. Harry had shifted his aim ever so slightly… to the left.

Avery's eyes grew wide as he struggled to bring his wand up in time to defend himself. The
spell caught him in the neck, and with all the power that Harry had used, it sliced clear through,
and his head fell from his shoulders. Blood spewed out in all directions like a grotesque crimson
fountain as his body crumpled to the ground.

Fleur stood shocked, covered in blood. It soaked her hair, and ran down her face like a warm
rain and dripped from her chin. She stood frozen in temporary shock staring at the corpse laying at
her feet.

“Fleur!” Harry yelled, “GO…GO NOW!”

Voldemort screamed in rage for being fooled so easily, and for a second started to turn his
attention on Fleur to prevent her escape. But quickly decided she didn't matter. His followers
wouldn't attack Harry because he had told them not too, but that didn't mean they
couldn't attack her. It was the second of his followers that Harry had gotten to, he wasn't
going to let it happen again. Harry was free to attack them at will. He didn't want to risk
losing another Death Eater. Still screaming, Voldemort turned on Harry, “Crucio!”

Fleur snapped out of it. She quickly reached down and pulled her wand from the still quivering
corpse and started for the Cup. She had only taken a few steps before spells started flying past
her, fortunately she didn't have far to go. She was almost there when she realized she
couldn't leave Cedric… not like this, not after what he had sacrificed for her and her sister.
He was only a few feet away from the Cup anyway, so she altered course and headed to him. When she
got within a couple of feet of him, she dove head first and landed on his far side. Staying low,
Fleur grabbed his arm, and then turned and pointed her wand at the Cup. The last thing see saw as
the graveyard disappeared in a swirl of color, was Harry bent backwards from the agony of the
Cruciatus Curse and the wide terrified eyes of her little sister. She prayed, that she had made the
right decision and would not live to regret it, and that Harry and her little sister could survive
long enough for help to arrive.

Harry tried to hold it in, but couldn't. The hateful, rage fueled curse ripped through him
like a hot knife through butter. Every nerve ending exploded with a supercharged stab of white hot
pain. A half stifled cry escaped him as he fell forward. Landing hard, Harry choked on the coppery
taste of his own blood. His body twisted and contorted on its own accord. The unbelievable pain
continued for what felt like hours. Harry saw red through eye lids clamped tightly closed, and just
before it all started to fade to black… the pain lessened. Voldemort had released the curse.

oOoOo

There had been no announcements for a while now. In the stands back at Hogwarts, the mood was
mixed. Most of the students seemed to sense that something was wrong, but at the same time realized
that the very nature of the Tournament and magic itself was supposed to be… mysterious.

Ginny knew better. She saw Luna and Neville share a look and realized they knew too. And judging
by the looks on her brother's faces, so did they. Ginny then looked back down onto the field;
no one had said anything yet, but it certainly looked as though something wasn't right.
Dumbledore appeared to be in a heated conversation with both the Ministry, and the Heads from the
other schools. The professors stood around nervously, occasionally shooing a student back into the
stands. McGonagall stood wringing her hands as her gaze shifted from Dumbledore, to the maze, then
to Hermione and back.

Hermione… She was the only student down on the field by the entrance to the maze. She had been
escorted out a short time ago, alone with Viktor, and Cho. After Madam Pomfrey had healed her
injuries, Hermione had refused to leave. Ginny smiled at the memory; even though she couldn't
hear what was being said, she could tell by Hermione's body language that she was ready to pull
her wand on the school nurse if she insisted on making her go. Eventually an exasperated Pomfrey
gave up, and left with two more cooperative patients and a promise to return as quickly as
possible. The other professors seemed to have conveniently forgotten she was there.

Ginny watched Hermione nervously pace back and forth; yes, something was definitely wrong. A
moment later and everyone would know… just how bad it really was.

oOoOo

Hermione stopped and looked around; the students in the stands were growing more restless, and
the professors, more nervous. Looking at Professor Dumbledore, it appeared the search for the
missing students was bogging down in uncooperative indecision. She could only hope that he had
other people elsewhere working behind the scenes trying to find them, like he had alluded to
earlier.

Hermione didn't know how much longer she was going to wait. Something had to be done,
they'd been gone for over an hour now… A bright flash of light to her left caught her
attention.

Fleur landed ungracefully on her knees and fell forward across a prone Cedric. Fleur was in
quite a state. Between sobs, she was screaming incoherently, mostly in French. Her robes were torn,
her hair a wild set of red tangles, and she looked pretty banded up judging by the cuts and
bruises. But what really caught Hermione's eye, was the blood. Fleur was covered in it. There
was so much, there was no way it could all be hers. Hermione's eyes drifted down to Cedric… he
had yet to move.

Hermione's hands flew to her mouth to cover a scream, “Oh God… No!” But Fleur's wails of
`He's dead. He killed him… He's dead' all but confirmed Hermione's fears. Cedric
was dead. Hermione looked around franticly for the others, but there was no sign of them. No
Gabrielle… and no Harry.

Madam Maxime was at her side in seconds, “Qui a fait cela Delacour… Who did zis?”

Fleur's eyes unfocused and she went deadly silent. She stared straight ahead for a moment,
lost in thought as she remembered the events that lead to the present. Then the past and present
snapped back together and she jerked as the realization of what she had witnessed returned. Anguish
returned to her voice and terror to her eyes. “E eez back,” she whispered.

Madam Maxime looked confused by the cryptic answer.

Dumbledore, fearing the worst knelt down next to her, “Miss Delacour, who?

Fleur started shaking and again became agitated, “Voldemort… e eez back.” Suddenly, Fleur turned
to him in a panic and started screaming, “E as zem…! You ave to elp zem… E ees hurting zem!”

Hermione started to move towards them. She needed to know more; what happened, where were they,
how was he hurting them? After only a couple of steps, and a hand grabbed her to hold her back.

“Miss Granger wait.”

Hermione turned to find it was her Head of House that had her arm. “Why?” She asked, part
question, part plea.

McGonagall saw the need in her young student's eyes and gave her an honest answer. “There
are protocols to follow, we need to be careful.”

Hermione didn't know what protocols she was referring to, but she trusted the older women,
and so stood back. She would wait a little bit longer.

By now, pandemonium was breaking out. Cedric's father, Mr. Diggory was crying, “That's
my boy… my boy.” He had to be held back momentarily by the Aurors while the couple were examined.
Professor Flitwick was casting detection spells as fast as he could in an effort to determine if it
was safe to touch them, and to try and determine where they might have been. A moment later and
Madam Pomfrey was back and at their side. The first thing she did, was to confirm the sad fact that
Cedric was indeed dead. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. Mr. Diggory broke from the
Aurors and rushed to his son. Dropping down, he pulled his lifeless son's body to him and
sobbed as he rocked back and forth.

Hermione watched with tears running down her face, she couldn't begin to imagine the pain he
must have felt. No parent should ever have to experience the loss of a child.

Next, Madam Pomfrey went to check on Fleur who was quite hysterical. She reached out and touched
her arm to try and calm her. Fleur reaction surprised everyone; she jerked her arm away and cried
out in pain. Poppy was temporarily surprised. Then it registered; all the symptoms where there.
Poppy gasped, and then sank to the ground in shock. In all her years, she still couldn't
imagine how anyone could use such horrible curses on children.

McGonagall knelt down next to her friend, “Poppy, what is it?”

Madam Pomfrey shock her head in disbelief, “Of all despicable things to do to a child. What kind
of monster would use an unforgivable curse on a young girl?”

Again Hermione watched from a short distance. Madam Pomfrey glanced from Cedric and back to
Fleur. Her face showed all of her emotions; shock, fear, disgust, and rage. How could anyone be
so…evil and cruel to do such dreadful things to children? Murder and torture; truly the work of a
soulless individual. Pomfrey shook the thought away, she'd be angry later, for now she had work
to do.

After only a moment of watching, Hermione figured it out. She saw how Pomfrey was keeping her
voice down and at the same time, her distance. How she levitated potions to Fleur and healed her
wounds with her wand without touching her. Thanks to Moody's class, she knew something no
fourth-year student should know; the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse. Hermione cried
harder.

Hermione's notes would tell her that; the severity and length of the after effects would
depend on the strength of the caster, and how long the curse was held. The after effects would
leave the person aching all over. There would be a steady dull pain in her bones. Her muscles would
twitch and spasm into cramps, and her skin would sometimes feel like it was on fire. Bright lights
and loud sounds would be painful to the eyes and ears. But the worst of it would come from a mere
touch; the text book had said, *“It can feel as if you are being burn**ed* *with a hot
iron.”* It prevented human contact; no soothing caress, no comforting embrace. It left its
victim to suffer alone in the dark. Hermione hated the fact that she knew all that.

Fleur had said that he was hurting *them*… Harry and Gabrielle… A young girl, and a boy not
much older. What kind of demented individual would do that…? The answer came as a name…
Voldemort.

Hermione dropped to her knees and started to sob, “Please God, bring them back. Please…” She
wanted them both back, one death was enough. Then only a minute later as Hermione cried for Harry,
she remembered who he was. He wasn't an ordinary fourth-year, he'd already been through
more than most adults. Her resolve straighten, she'd cry later, but for now, she would not give
up hope. Harry was strong; *`He'll find a way… he has too.'*

Hermione wiped at her face with the backs of her hands and looked back at Fleur. She was shaking
again. Fleur looked tormented and so… lost. As soon as she noticed Hermione looking at her, she
managed to stop long enough to mouth the words, “I'm sorry.” Hermione almost lost it again, but
somehow was able to maintain her barely controlled composure. She nodded a couple of times and then
mouthed back, “I know.”

oOoOo

Harry laid where he had fallen and tried to catch his breath. It was the second time in only a
few minutes that he had experienced the Cruciatus Curse. His body seemed as confused as he was.
Disoriented, it keep sending him mixed signals. For a moment, he'd feel numb all over. Then all
too soon, he'd start to feel a tingling sensation that would quickly turn to pain. A burning,
aching stabbing pain. Not nearly as bad as the curse itself, but bad enough. Muted and unending,
laying just below the surface, ready to assault the senses if you tried to ignore it.

“Get up Potter, or I'll kill you were you lay.” Voldemort threatened.

“Harry get up… please get up,” Gabrielle pleaded, “I… we need you.”

Nott and a couple of other Death Eaters who were close enough to hear, laughed.

*`We,'* Harry thought, *`yes, Gabri**elle needs me now, and Hermione**…
Hermione.'* Harry struggled to stand; he would see Hermione again… or die trying.

Finally up, Harry looked at Gabrielle. She had tears running down her face. They mixed with the
blood and dirt destroying her innocence and matting her beautiful blond hair to the side of her
face. For the most part she was unhurt, aside from being roughly handled and totally naked. Though
she still tried to cover herself the best she could, she didn't shy away from Harry's gaze.
She trusted him not to let his eyes wander to places they shouldn't. She trusted him to save
her, and Gabrielle knew he'd not take advantage of her situation now. She gave him a small nod
of encouragement, and to say thank you.

Harry suddenly became angry. Was it not enough to capture him… to torture Fleur? Wasn't it
enough after they killed Cedric? Did they have to treat this innocent young girl like this; force
her to witness this inhumanity, to endure such traumatizing humiliation? Harry was used to abuse,
torment, and sadly even pain… Gabrielle was not. The heartless barbarity of their cowardly acts
towards her filled him with hate. Until now, Harry hadn't thought he was capable of such
hatred, and that too made him mad.

This evil, vile thing called Voldemort was responsible for it all. The death of his parents,
Cedric's death, and now maybe Gabrielle's death too. Cedric and Gabrielle shouldn't
have even been here! All this and all that has happened, just because he wanted to prove something.
That he could kill Harry Potter…”

Harry turned his angry eyes on Voldemort, “You want to duel me? You want to make me pay, want to
hurt me? You want to kill me…? Fine.” Harry stood taller, “I'll give you my best. It's what
you want… right?” Without taking his eyes off of Voldemort, he pointed to Gabrielle, “She is just a
child, and we both know she shouldn't even be here. Do what you want with me, but let her
go.”

Voldemort seemed to consider it for a moment, but then said, “Why do you presume to tell me what
to do?”

“Fine, I'm asking… Please, I beg of you, let her go.” Harry bowed slightly at the waist,
“I'll show you the respect you asked for, if you'll do this for me.”

Gabrielle jerked against Nott's hold and screamed, “No Harry, don't.”

Voldemort sneered, “I did not ask for your respect Potter, but I do demand it. Yes you will show
me the respect I deserve… and you'll continue to beg. You will beg me to kill you.” Voldemort
laughed, “And you'll do these things while the girl watches… and then it will be her turn to
beg.”

Harry lost control of his temper and yelled, “NO!” and then wildly fired a blasting spell at
Voldemort without even aiming. It hit the ground in front of Voldemort sending dirt and rocks
flying. Harry reined in his furor and berated himself for the outburst.

Voldemort threw up a hasty shield and smirked, and then repeated Harry's spell,
intentionally hitting the ground in front of Harry. Only, Voldemort's was far more powerful and
it blew Harry back several feet and left a small crater.

Harry climbed back to his feet and stumbled slightly as he wiped the blood from his cut lip. The
time for games was over, Harry could see it in Voldemort's eye. A split second later he yelled,
“Expelliarmus,” just as Voldemort yelled, “Avada Kedavra.”

Gabrielle watched captivated, as the killing curse was stopped half-way by Harry's Disarming
Spell. The two meet half-way and connected. A bright blue-white beam that danced around like an
electric arc. It made the air around the beam glow. It sizzled and crackled and made the air smell
of ozone. Small tendrils of the beam would lance off into the air or hit the ground with a sharp
snapping sound. Both wizards looked surprised, but for the first time, it was Voldemort who looked
nervous.

The Death Eaters started to move in, intent on helping their master.

“Do nothing,” an arrogant Voldemort commanded.

Harry's wand vibrated and grew hot, but he knew he had to hold the connection or die. Harry
poured every ounce of strength he had left into his magic. The beam pulsed slightly, then pulsed
again a little more brightly. From the mid-point, a group of faint glowing lines started to raise
up and then fan out over the top of them before reaching back down to the ground. They formed a
sort of cage, and both Harry and Voldemort watched with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. It
trapped not only the both of them inside, but Nott and Gabrielle as well. The outcome of this
battle it seemed, was to be determined here inside this arena made of light and energy. Harry
studied the beam and tried to find some indication as to how to proceed. He noticed small balls of
light riding on the beam, like pearls on a string. They pulsed like the beam, but they also seemed
to slide a little along the beam as well. Harry didn't know why, but he felt it was important.
He also thought it was better to have the balls of energy moving away from him instead of at him.
For a few seconds they just oscillated back and forth. Harry focused on them and willed them to
move towards Voldemort. It started working, apparently Voldemort wasn't concerned about them or
he could have easily over-powered Harry.

Voldemort realized his mistake to late. As the beads hit his wand, they seemed to jump inside
with a blinding flash, and a moment later a dark ghost like shadow formed around him. One after
another, more and more shadows appeared.

Harry could now hear voices, some he could understand, some not. Two seemed very… familiar, and
spoke with love and confidence, “Hold on Harry, help is coming.” Harry would try, but he didn't
think he'd last much longer. “Almost here Harry. When the time comes, break the connection…
we'll help for as long as we can. We love you Harry!” He didn't know what to expect, but he
knew he could trust them… the voices. Harry vision grew blurry as tears formed, “I love you
too.”

Suddenly a shrill sound filled the air. Harry knew that sound… Fawkes! Harry grabbed his wand
with both hands and pulled it upwards as hard as he could, and the connection broke. Voldemort
stumbled backwards from the force and the onrush of shadows that enveloped him. Harry turned his
shaky wand towards a started Nott and quickly fired a stunner. Nott had been standing too close to
Gabrielle and Harry didn't trust his aim with a more lethal curse.

Nott dropped to the ground unconscious and Harry ran to Gabrielle. As soon as he reached her,
three things happened at once; Gabrielle latched on to him with a death grip, Fawkes appeared
overhead, and Voldemort fired a curse. Because he was afraid their wands would lock up again, and
because he didn't know Harry wasn't going to try and fight back, he yelled, “Crucio!”
instead of the killing curse, a mistake he would regret.

Harry held Gabrielle with arm and spun around to shield her from Voldemort. At the same time he
reached up for Fawkes. The curse hit Harry in the back a split second before he and Gabrielle
flashed away in a ball of fire with Voldemort's screams of rage ringing in their ears.

oOoOo

Hermione watched as Madam Maxime tried to talk Fleur into going to the infirmary.

Fleur was having nothing to do with it; like Hermione, she was going to wait on the field. She
explained; yes she was in some pain, but she had only been cursed for a few seconds, and as long as
everyone left her alone, she could deal with it. Her sister was still out there, and she wasn't
leaving until she was back… one way or another. She knew that Harry had been right; that by her
escaping, they all had a better chance of returning, but she still felt incredibly guilty. The pain
of the Cruciatus, was nothing compared to the pain in her heart at the thought of losing her
sister.

Hermione quickly reminded herself not to grab Harry into a hug the minute he arrived. Hermione
nodded to herself… yes, he would be coming back. Thinking back to the last time she had seen him;
her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes, and her breathing hitched. Hermione desperately hoped
that the last embrace, and the brief kiss they had shared, was not their last.

She was lost in thought when she felt it… Harry. Hermione looked around, he still wasn't
here and nobody else seemed to have noticed anything, but she knew he was coming. Then, a short
moment later, a high pitched shrill filled the air. It was immediately followed by a bright flash
as a large fire ball materialized out of thin air, right in front of her.

If Hermione thought the arrival of Fleur was a sight, then she'd have trouble describing
Harry's. The ball of fire vanished as fast as it had come. It left Harry and Gabrielle to drop
the last few inches to the ground. Gabrielle had her eyes shut tight, and was hanging on to Harry
with both arms locked around his waist. Like her sister, she was covered in blood, but the real
difference was that she was completely nude. Hermione gasped, they had been gone awhile, she hated
to think of what hideous things might have happened to her. But Hermione's eyes lingered on
Gabrielle only long enough to make sure she was still alive. That done, her only concern now, was
for Harry.

Without even realizing it, she was already moving towards him. She had seen Harry duel his
classmates and battle a dragon, but she had never seen him so battered before. His socks and shoes
were gone, as was his jacket. His pants were torn and bloody, and his shirt was barely there. It
hung by treads, ripped and bloody from his shoulders.

Harry's right arm was wrapped around Gabrielle, holding her safely to him. While his other
was still reaching up overhead, presumably to grab Fawkes.

Hermione knelt down in front of him as closely as possible, she wanted so badly to pull him into
her arms, but she knew she couldn't. She could still see the remnants of the last spell that
had hit him, as faint arcs of energy danced along his skin. From the look on his face when he first
materialized, and what she saw now, it was obviously a very powerful spell. Harry was still arched
backwards from the impact and it was also obvious, he was trying to shield Gabrielle with his body.
*`Of course,'* thought Hermione, *`that's what he'd do.* *Even though he
barely knows her, he'd try to protect her.**'*

Fleur was on his other side an instant after Hermione. With shaking hands, she reached out and
said in a trembling voice, “Gabrielle… come ere little one.” She too knew that Harry had saved her,
and she knew from what. She could see the pain in his eyes, even though they were closed.

Gabrielle's eyes snapped open and she quickly turned her head to find her sister. She stared
at her for only a second as if not quite believing it was finally over. Then she released Harry and
jumped into her sisters arms. After only a second later, she turned her head back to Harry and
said, “Zank you Arry,” as tears rolled down her face.

Fleur was holding Gabrielle tightly to her, even though it caused her pain; she wasn't ready
to be parted with her only sister just yet. As the realization of how terribly close she came to
losing Gabrielle started to sink in, she too turned to Harry, “Qui… yes… zank you Arry.”

Hermione saw the immediate relief on Harry's face, and the pain on Fleur's. But Fleur
fought through it in order to hold her little sister. Madam Maxime was there a moment later and
wrapped a robe around Gabrielle. Then after whispering something in her ear, she was able to pry
her free to ease Fleur's pain.

Hermione wanted to grab Harry and never let him go. She watched him from just a foot away. His
eyes were closed, and he was shaking something terrible. It was plain to see, that every breath he
took caused him pain. Without his shirt, or what was left of it, see could see most of his
injuries. His face was swollen, and there were several small cuts on it. His lip would need some
major healing. His right arm and left leg both had nasty deep cuts on them, and his back… Hermione
leaned forward and to the side a little to get a better look. Hermione's sharp intake of breath
was quickly followed by, “Oh my God!” His back was a bloody mess of raw flesh. Blood dripped from
the ragged edges of the wound. Hermione couldn't hold it back any longer and cried out, “Oh
Harry… What have they done to you?” Hermione closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands and
cried. She tried to muffle her sobs; Harry didn't need the added worry.

A second later, someone was pulling her into a gentle embrace.

“Hermione… please don't cry,” came a harsh strangled plea.

Hermione stiffened, “Harry?” She opened her eyes to find it was indeed Harry, who was holding
her.

McGonagall, Pomfrey, and Dumbledore were standing just behind Hermione when Harry pulled her
into his arms. No one expected Harry to do such a thing and so were caught off guard. Pomfrey had
made an effort to grab Hermione, but reacted too late. Now all three held their breath waiting for
Harry to realize his mistake, thinking he must have acted out of instinct. To their complete
surprise, Harry trembling frame settled and the tight draw on his face from the pain, relaxed a
little.

Dumbledore raised a brow, while Pomfrey stared at the couple confused. McGonagall just smiled.
Harry was holding Hermione gingerly, but holding her none the less. He shouldn't have been able
to do so with experiencing severe pain, but the only effect Hermione seemed to have on him, was…
soothing.

Coming to her senses, Hermione said urgently, “Harry, I don't want to hurt you… I know my
touch is…”

“You're not hurting me Hermione,” Harry reassured her in a raspy voice, and tugged her a
little closer.

Hermione, being ever so careful and gentle, brought her hands up to the back of his shoulders,
being careful not to touch the wound on his back. She didn't know why she could touch him, but
for now… she didn't care. Harry was back in her arms.

Pomfrey decided she'd figure it out later, for now she had work to do. “Mr. Potter, please
release…” she started, then continued in a more compassionate tone, “would you please release Miss
Granger for a moment, so I can tend to your wounds?”

Harry reluctantly loosened his grip on Hermione, and she scooted back just far enough to let
Madam Pomfrey get to him. It was obvious her presence was missed, Harry grimaced slightly and he
started trembling again.

Pomfrey knelt down and quickly started in healing his back the best she could do out in the
field. It would take more work and several potions to heal it properly, but that would have to wait
until he was back in the infirmary. She tended the cuts on his face and then went to work on his
arm. Getting caught up in her work, she momentarily forgot about the Cruciatus Curse and took hold
of his hand to turn his arm over. Harry reacted immediately. He slammed his eyes shut and hissed in
pain as every nerve in his body protested. Madam Pomfrey jumped back, “Oh dear… Mr. Potter I'm
so sorry… I forgot. I…”

As soon as she had released him, the pain started to diminish. Then, as soon as he was able to
talk again, Harry forced a whisper out, “It's okay, I know.” However, the event seemed to have
triggered something. Harry started shaking more violently, and the muscles in his back started to
spasm. Even though he was sweating, he felt bitterly cold. He was starting to get dizzy. Barely
able to control his arm, he reached out and called faintly, “Hermione…”

Hermione gasped, but didn't hesitate a second. She crawled forward and carefully wrapped her
arms around him.

Harry quivering body relaxed somewhat. With great effort he managed to bring his arms up to try
and hug her back. A few seconds later and the shaking stopped completely and Harry's arms fell
to his side. He opened his mouth to try and say something, but couldn't. A moment later, his
eyes rolled into the back of his head and he went limp in Hermione's arms.

“Harry!” Hermione cried out. She held on to him just tightly enough so as not to hurt him, even
though he had obviously passed out. While holding him close, she looked up into the worried eyes of
her professors.

Dumbledore conjured a stretcher large enough for the both of them. “Poppy, perhaps we should
move the two of them to the infirmary.”

McGonagall watched as Pomfrey and Dumbledore levitated the pair away. Her normally tough
composure cracked as a single tear slipped down her face. “Merlin help you both,” she said softly.
After what she suspected of Harry's ordeal; she knew that without Hermione's help, he might
not make it. He would certainly never be the same again. She prayed, the young girl holding him
would be enough.

Up in the stands, their friends watched and cried as the horrible scene played out. For two in
particular, their image of `The-Boy-Who-Lived' was changed forever.

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**Always and Forever**

**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

**AN:** This is the last chapter of part one (Harry's fourth year). See the authors note
at the end of the chapter for more information.

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**Chapter 23**

**Cause and Effect**

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Hermione sat beside his bed, holding his hand. No one had an explanation as to why she could
touch him when nobody else could. Dumbledore had been most intrigued and promised to continue
checking.

The big surprise came while Hermione was helping into bed; they had been left alone for a few
minutes so Harry could wash and change into his pajamas. Professor Moody came in and started asking
questions. It soon became apparent something was off, he knew too much. When he realized he'd
been caught out, he pulled his wand, but Harry and Hermione were ready for him and already had
theirs out and at their sides. Although Harry could barely hold his wand, it was enough of a
distraction to allow Hermione to score a hit. Moody was about to retaliate when Dumbledore showed
up.

He had been no match for the Headmaster and was soon tied up. A little Veritaserum later, and
the truth about the whole tournament was known. Acting on orders from Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr.
had been the one responsible for it all. Tampering with the Cup, the chimera, and to Snape's
surprise, the missing potion ingredients. The real Moody was quickly found and brought to the
infirmary, adding to the swelling population. Madam Pomfrey gave him a quick check, and then
assured everyone that he would eventually make a full recovery. An hour later and she was still
carrying on about the day; the Tournament, Death Eaters, and a first for her… a duel among her
patients, right in the middle of the infirmary.

Hermione sighed and leaned back in her chair, but didn't let go of Harry's hand. She was
covered in dirt and dried blood. While not nearly in as bad of shape as Harry had been in, Hermione
was badly in need of a shower herself. Plus, she'd been up now for over twenty-four hours. It
would just have to wait, she wasn't going to leave Harry… not yet. Harry's bouts with the
after effects of the Cruciatus Curse came in waves. Hermione had been horrified to learn that he
had been cursed three times, and by one of the most powerful wizards alive!

Hermione didn't know how he had managed so far, but she did know; that just by being with
him and holding his hand, he felt better. She also knew, she was the only one who could do it.
Pomfrey still didn't know why she could help him like that, but as long as it worked, she
encouraged her to continue doing so. Dumbledore had given her permission to stay as long as she
liked. Hermione decided she'd stay until he was able to sleep without her there, even if she
had to stay to the end of the year.

Harry moaned, then opened his eyes. “Hey,” he said.

Hermione gave him a weak smile, “Hey. You manage to get any sleep?”

Harry closed his eyes again and shook his head no.

“Do you feel any better… at all?”

Again, he just shook his head.

Hermione could see his muscles quiver, and once in a while an arm or a leg would spasm for a few
seconds. She knew every bone ached and every muscle burned, but there was absolutely nothing she or
anybody else could do to help. That was exactly the reason why people withdrew. Why they sought out
refuge in the deepest recesses of their mind; to escape the never-ending onslaught of pain. It
changed them. Some never came back, preferring to stay in their own little world of insanity.
Hermione wasn't going to let that happen to Harry. She wouldn't let him slip away.

Hermione stood up and moved to the head of the bed. Bending slightly, she reached down and
started rubbing little circles on the side of his head.

Harry had tensed a little when she first let go of his hand, and jumped when she touched his
head. Then after a moment… Harry groaned.

Hermione stopped, “Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

Hermione went back to rubbing little circles. Occasionally, she would take a break and just run
her fingers through his hair, anything to keep his mind off the pain.

“Does it help?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Where else does it hurt?” It was a stupid question and she knew it, but she wanted to keep him
talking, keep him distracted. If he was busy answering her dumb questions, he wouldn't be able
to focus on the pain.

Harry's brow scrunched up as he considered Hermione's question, then he whispered,
“Everywhere.”

Hermione started crying. Silent tears slipped down her face, but she didn't make a sound,
she just keep massaging his forehead.

For the next couple of hours, Harry cycled between mild discomfort, and unbearable agony. Twice
it got so bad, Harry had rolled onto his side and vomited the empty contents of his stomach into a
pail. Hermione never left, even though Madam Pomfrey offered to give her a break. Hermione held the
pail for him and rubbed his back until the nausea had pasted. She caressed his face and ran her
fingers through his hair. When it looked like his muscles were going to spasm, she'd knead them
to loosen the knots and get the blood moving. But mostly, she just sat by his side and held his
hand, keeping him company.

It was a long night, but by morning he seemed to be getting better.

Hermione was exhausted; she needed sleep, but she wasn't going to leave. She would have
liked to of crawled into bed with Harry and held him, her arms wrapped protectively around him. But
Hermione knew she couldn't do that; it wouldn't be appropriate, although she really
didn't care. The main reason she refrained from causing a scandal, was because she didn't
think Harry could handle that much contact yet. Without asking permission, Hermione moved a bed
right up next to Harry's and climbed in. She laid down on her side facing Harry and reached out
and took hold of his hand. A little while later when Madam Pomfrey came by to check on them, she
found them both on their sides near the edge of their beds facing each other and holding hands. And
for the first time since Harry had arrived, both were fast asleep. Pomfrey smiled, “Best medicine
in the world.”

oOoOo

Hermione felt a pull towards consciousness. She opened her eyes, and found Harry staring at her.
He let go of her hand and reached up and brushed some stray hairs off her face.

“Do you know how cute you look when you're asleep?” Harry asked, almost as an
afterthought.

If it had been anyone else, Hermione would have laughed. She hadn't had a bath in two days,
God only knew what her hair looked like. But she knew Harry meant what he had said; he didn't
see the dirt and grime, he only saw her. She reached up and took his hand. After lacing their
fingers together, she brought them up and kissed them. “Thank you,” she said softly.

They continued to stare at each other in silence for a moment until Hermione's stomach made
an unladylike sound, and growled.

“Don't make me laugh Hermione, it still hurts to smile.”

Hermione shook her head, and smiled for him. Then she let go of his hand and swung her feet off
the edge of the bed. “Do you think you'll be alright without me for about a half-hour?”

Harry tried to pout, but his face was still a little swollen, “Ohhh.”

Hermione just raised a brow at his antics.

Harry gave up trying to be funny, “Yeah, I'll be fine. Going to get something to eat?”

“No, a shower. We'll eat when I get back. Can you wait?”

Harry nodded, “Sure.”

Hermione stood and had only walked a short ways before she stopped. “Dobby.” A split second
later and their smallest friend was there. “Hello Dobby. I was wondering if you could do me a
couple of favors?”

Dobby stood up taller and clapped his hands, “Of course, anything Miss Grangy.”

Hermione smiled, “Thank you Dobby. First can you bring me some clean clothes, and then check
with Madam Pomfrey and see if it would be okay for Harry to eat something? Afterwards maybe you
could bring us both something to eat?”

Dobby just nodded his head and popped away, he was too excited to answer.

Hermione turned back to look at Harry, he was shaking his head amused, and trying hard not to
laugh. Hermione smiled, then headed off for her much needed shower.

oOoOo

Hermione returned just as Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic were entering. She quickly made
her way over to Harry and sat down, taking his hand. She immediately noticed, he'd been
shaking, and his hand was a little sweaty. When she looked at him, he just shook his head slightly
and raised a brow; *`**he didn't know it would happen* *so fast*
*either**.'*

“Good evening Harry, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore said with a tip of his head.

Harry gave a nod back, “Good evening Professor.”

Hermione eyed them both for a second before acknowledging them, “Professor, Minister.”

“Harry do you feel up to answering a few questions for the Minister,” Dumbledore asked.

Harry didn't really feel like talking to either of the two men standing in front of him, but
he nodded again anyway, “Okay.”

“Mr. Potter, I'll only take a moment of your time,” Minister Fudge started, “I already have
statements from the Delacour girls, but I have a few questions. They mentioned five Death Eaters by
name, where there any others?” Fudge conveniently forgot two names.

Harry took a breath, “There were seven mentioned by name, plus a few more that weren't.
Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair, Malfoy, Nott, and Peter Pettigrew.”

The Minister seemed to flinch at each name, some more than others. However, when Harry said
Pettigrew, the Minister not only jerked, but he got mad. “Now see here, you cannot go around making
up lies. Innocent people could get hurt.”

“Like Cedric Diggory?” Harry asked, getting mad.

“That is precisely why I'm here young man,” Fudge said with authority, trying to intimidate
Harry, “but if you don't tell the truth…”

“I don't suppose you believe Voldemort is back either then, do you?” Harry asked with
contempt.

“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, is dead. It's not possible!” The Minister nearly yelled.

Harry had begun to shake, clearly growing agitated, “Then why are you afraid to say his
name?”

A stabbing pain ripped through Harry from the inside out. He arched his back, shut his eyes
tight and grabbed the sides of his bed so hard his knuckles turned white.

Hermione stood and pulled her wand, then glared at the Minister, “Get out… Get. Out. Now!”

“Now see here, I'm the…” Minister Fudge never got a chance to finish.

Madam Pomfrey was now standing directly in front of him. “Do as she says or I'll help her
throw you out, minister or not!” Pomfrey took a half step forward, “This is a hospital, not an
interrogation room!”

Dumbledore quickly got between the two of them and started ushering Cornelius out. After he had
the Minister calmed down, he'd come back and apologize to Harry.

oOoOo

Ron sat on the edge of his bed in the quiet of the dorm room and stared at the empty bed across
from him, and thought about recent events. Viktor, had been made to attack his own friends with the
Imperius Curse. Fleur had been tortured with the Cruciatus, and poor Gabrielle had nearly been
raped. And Cedric… Cedric was dead! All because a lunatic wanted to kill Harry.

Harry… he was still in the school infirmary, probable would be for a few days yet. He'd been
there, seen it happen, right before his eyes, and was even hurt himself. Ron couldn't begin to
imagine what it must have been like… *`Merlin, h**e was hit with the Cruciatus three
time**s**.'*

What was he thinking? Why on earth would he want to be in Harry's shoes? Why had he been so
jealous? It seemed so clear to him now; Harry had always been in the spot light, but for all the
wrong reasons. Intellectually, Ron had known that Harry had lost both of his parents, but it was
only now with death so close, that he thought about it… really thought about. What would it be
like, to lose someone close? How would *he* feel, if he lost his parents? The more he tried to
imagine what his life would be like, the more he realized he couldn't.

How does Harry do it, how does he handle all the adversity in his life… *`**He has good
friends**,'* said a little voice in the back of his head. Realization struck like a
dagger to the heart. Ron looked down as his eyes started to teared up. He'd been a terrible
friend… *`I've been so stupid.'*

Ron didn't think their friendship would ever be the same, but he promised himself he'd
try to make it better.

As Ron thought about the future, he couldn't help but think about the fact that
`He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' was back. That he'd gone through all this trouble to get Harry,
what would he do in the future? That's when Ron had another though, a selfish one. He had made
friends with Dean and Michael, mainly because he had been mad at Harry, and he needed someone to
hang out with. In the back of his mind, he had always thought things would eventually go back to
the way they had always been. Now, with things the way they were, he wasn't sure it was such a
good idea to even be near Harry*. `Why would I want to hang around with a guy who has a murderer
after him?'* Ron frowned, he didn't like the way that particular thought sounded.

In the end, Ron knew he had to talk to Harry, at the very least he owed him an apology. School
would be out in a few days, he'd use the summer to try and short out his feelings.

oOoOo

Ginny stood in the doorway to the infirmary, it was as far as she was allowed to go. Madam
Pomfrey had told her that Harry still wasn't in any shape to have visitors.

All of the champions had been hurt, their partners as well. Worst of all, Cedric had been
killed. It could have been anyone of them really… even Harry. Ginny would have never thought that
possible, but there was the proof laying in a bed, not more than twenty feet away. Harry had been
hurt, and hurt badly. He could have died… and the thought unnerved her. All her life, she had been
told that Harry Potter was an invincible hero. That nothing could hurt him. Yet here he was; her
knight in shining armor, laid out in bed… broken. All that she had ever been told was a lie. All
that she had once believed, was nothing more than a little girl's fantasy.

She watched from a distance as Hermione straightened his covers, and then brushed his hair out
of his face. She looked tired, but Ginny knew she'd never leave. As she watched, Harry suddenly
arched his back, as if an invisible knife had stabbed him. His eyes were screwed shut in pain as he
rode out the episode. He reached out blindly grabbing at thin air, but Hermione was there in an
instant. She took his hand in both of hers, and he calmed if only marginally. Perhaps it was just
knowing she was there, *`She's always there… for him.'* Ginny thought. Ginny continued
to watch, *`She's so devoted.'* Then Ginny thought about the way she had seen Harry
looking at Hermione when he thought nobody was watching, and she smiled, *`No, they are so
devoted to each other.'*

That's what Ginny wanted. She wanted someone to love her like that, and she knew now without
a doubt, it would never be Harry Potter. Ginny's smile faded, it was time she grew up, she
thought. She could have the love and devotion that Hermione had, just not with Harry. She'd
find someone someday. Her smile returned. Without having to worry about what Harry might think of
her, maybe she could have a little fun. She made up her mind; she wasn't going to worry about a
future with Harry, or any other boy for that matter. She was going to enjoy life while she could,
and with You-Know-Who on the loose, who knew how long that would be. She knew her mother
wouldn't like the idea, but she'd have all summer to make her see reason.

oOoOo

The group took their seats for their daily meeting in the Headmaster's office. It had been
five days since the official end of the Triwizard Tournament, and term would be over in a couple of
days.

A memorial for Cedric had been held two days ago in the Great Hall with everyone in attendance.
Harry and Hermione had been there as well, but only for a very brief time. Madam Pomfrey had been
very reluctant to allow Harry out of the infirmary, even for a short while. Knowing how the loss of
Cedric was affecting Harry, Hermione never left his side. Later, she wrote a brief letter of
condolence for the both of them, and sent it to his family.

Viktor, Cho, Fleur and her sister had all been released from the infirmary within a couple of
days, and were all coping as well as could be expected.

The ministry, and all the other end-of-year business had all been handled. Only Harry's
situation remained to be dealt with.

“Poppy, how is young Harry doing?” Dumbledore began.

Pomfrey raised both brows slightly and nodded, “Good actually. Much better than I would have
thought possible this soon… considering all he's been through.”

“Will he be able to travel on July first?”

Pomfrey frowned, “I'd rather keep him here for at least another week. I'm not sure if
he's still suffering from the after effects of the Cruciatus or not.”

“Why is that Poppy?” McGonagall asked.

Pomfrey smiled, “Miss Granger has a strong effect on him. Until they are separated for a day or
two, I won't know for sure.”

Dumbledore nodded, “Yes, but we cannot keep them together all summer.”

“I realize that Albus, but certainly a little more time is not asking too much?” Pomfrey argued.
“Besides, his back is still in bad shape, he's only able to sleep because of all the potions.
It will take at least two and a half, maybe three weeks before he can safely be taken off them.”
Pomfrey sighed, “The wound resists healing, and if left untreated, it will get worse. In fact, it
could possibility become life threatening. That's why I want him here, so I can monitor his
progress.”

Dumbledore steeple his fingers in front of his face, “What if we sent him home with all the
necessary potions and instructed him on their use?”

“It's possible, but not nearly as good. Why can't we keep him here?”

Dumbledore sighed again, “I honestly believe that under normal circumstances, Hogwarts would be
the safest place for him, but unfortunately that will not be true for this summer. There will be
very little staff here. I myself will be away for extended periods of time, and with Voldemort now
back… well I feel he would be safest back at his relatives.”

McGonagall hated the thought of sending Harry back to the Dursleys, especially now.
“Couldn't you postpone your travels for a week or two; until Harry is in better condition?”

Dumbledore's face hardened, “The situation with Voldemort is critical. I believe he will
keep a low profile for a while, to gather information and resources. He will want to evaluate the
current status of his supporters, and those who oppose him. We do not have that luxury, we need to
act quickly if we are to gain the upper hand.”

“What about Miss Granger,” asked McGonagall, “you know she is going to want to see him?”

Dumbledore nodded, “No doubt. Talk to her, and make arrangements to speak with her parents. I
want this keep low key, she can visit him at the Dursleys only. And I would prefer that her first
visit is not for at least a couple of weeks, I do not want to give the Dursleys any reason to get
angry with him. I will leave the details in your hands.”

“Anything else?” He asked.

“Viktor and Fleur have been demanding to see him,” Poppy said, as she glanced at McGonagall. The
two had talked about it, and had decided that even if the Headmaster said no, they'd let them
in by `accident,' for a short visit.

Dumbledore studied the two formidable witches sitting across from him, and smiled, “Somehow, I
do not think my permission would have really mattered, but seeing as he is better now, I see no
reason to keep his friends away any longer.”

Dumbledore had decided to take the blame for keeping Harry isolated temporally, in order to
spare him the onslaught of well-wishers, and any inadvertent embarrassment or guilt until he was
stronger. McGonagall knew this of course, but thought he was being a little too protective.

“Albus, of course your permission matters…” McGonagall smirked, “without it, we'd need to be
far more crafty.”

“Well then, all the better this way I think,” Dumbledore chuckled. “And what of his other
friends?”

“Oh, they're anxious to see him too,” McGonagall laughed.

When Dumbledore raised a brow, Pomfrey explained. “Miss Lovegood walked right in like she owned
the school, said she forgot Harry wasn't supposed to have visitors. And of course Mr.
Longbottom followed her in, pretending he was trying to stop her. She blamed her lapse in memory on
Nargles. Mr. Weasley and his sister tried to sneak in under Harry's Cloak. Might have made it
too, if Mr. Weasley had eaten before he came; I could hear his stomach rumbling as they passed my
office.” Pomfrey laughed, “There were a few others, but those were the best attempts.”

McGonagall nodded, “He has good friends, they all mean well.”

Dumbledore nodded too, “I am sure that they do, and it is good that he does… he is going to need
them.”

oOoOo

Harry was sitting up in bed and looking much better. He was still a little jumpy whenever anyone
other than Hermione touched him, but for the most part, it didn't hurt that bad anymore. His
leg was still quite sore and stiff, Harry figured, he'd probably have a limp for a couple of
weeks. The rest of his wounds had healed pretty fast and didn't bother him… except for his
back. As soon as the potions started to wear off, his back would start hurting. It didn't take
long, before the pain became unbearable. But for now, everything was fine.

Harry had finally reached the point where he didn't need Hermione's touch to ward off
the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse anymore, and she had reluctantly returned to sleeping in
her own bed in the dorms. But she still spent pretty much every waking minute in the infirmary with
him.

Poppy stopped by his bed and gave Harry his morning potions. While he was taking them, she had a
quick word with Hermione. As soon as Harry had finished the last of his potions, Hermione gave him
a kiss on the cheek, and said she'd be back in a tic. So, Harry closed his eyes and tried to
relax, he smiled as he remembered last night…

After fussing with his blanket, Hermione leaned forward to examine the cuts on his lips more
carefully. “Humm… looks like they are almost completely healed,” she mused.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Harry countered. His eyes never left hers.

Hermione saw the mirth in his eyes. It was the first sign that the old Harry was back. “Well, I
suppose we could give them a… test,” she said rather nonchalantly, “Wouldn't want you doubting
my opinion.”

“No,” Harry said in a husky voice, “we can't have that.”

“No we can't,” Hermione repeated in a whisper as she leaned in.

It was their first real kiss since Harry's return. Both of them were more than looking
forward to this moment. Harry reached up and placed his hand on the side of her face and deepened
the kiss. Hermione made a little mewing noise, and Harry thought it was the sweetest sound he'd
heard in a long time. It was a sound he'd like to hear more often.

Hermione was half standing and half laying on top of Harry. One hand was kneading his chest, and
the other was tangled in his hair. Both seemed to have minds of their own. The kiss was quickly
becoming very passionate. The stress and trauma from recent events finally finding a much-needed
release.

Harry was about to pull Hermione up, the rest of the way onto the bed when he heard another
noise. This noise however, he would have preferred to ignore.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. As happy as she was for the young couple, she had
school matters to discuss, and she'd rather not do it with them wrapped in each other's
arms while lying in bed together. Not to mention, in their current state, she doubted they would
pay her any attention… in fact, she doubted they pay any attention if Dumbledore danced through the
ward wearing a tutu. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat again, this time a little louder.

Reluctantly, the two broke apart. Hermione slid off the bed, and resumed standing on both feet.
She gave her professor a sly smile. Harry just gave her a goofy grin. Neither were really all that
embarrassed.

McGonagall chuckled and shook her head, and then when on to tell them about, the end of term
preparations. After the year they'd had, she wasn't about to chastise them for a little
snogging, even if it was in the middle of the day, and in the middle of the infirmary… and they
were in a bed together… *`Well* *maybe a* *little* *talk later,**'*
she finally thought.

Harry was yanked from his pleasant memories of the previous night by a voice he hadn't heard
in a while.

“Does ee always smile like zat when ee ez asleep?” Gabrielle asked quietly.

“Depends on what he's dreaming about,” Hermione answered lightly.

“Ah, so ee ez dreaming of you zen,” Fleur teased.

Harry opened his eyes, “If you must know, I was thinking of last night.”

Hermione smiled and tried to act casual, knowing what he was referring to, but the color in her
cheeks gave her away.

“I see,” Fleur said with a saucy smile.

Viktor decided a change of subject was in order. “Vell Harry, I for one, am most happy to see
that you are doing better. You vill be able to join us in the Hall tomorrow, no?”

Harry was feeling better, and stronger, but it was mostly because of the potions. They not only
helped to heal his wounds, but they masked the pain. Pomfrey still wanted him in bed as much as
possible, but he thought he could go if he really wanted to. The problem was, he wasn't sure if
he wanted to or not.

Hermione caught the brief look of pain and indecision in his eyes just before he schooled his
looks and answered Viktor. She'd seen that look a couple of times now, something was bothering
him, and he didn't know how to ask for help about it.

Harry turned to Viktor and smiled, “Thank you Viktor, and ah tomorrow… I think so. I'm
feeling quite a bit stronger.”

Viktor nodded, “That is good. You had me worried you would not make it. I am happy to see I vas
wrong.”

Harry looked down, “I wasn't so sure myself for a while.” Then he looked back up, and while
looking at Hermione, he added, “In fact, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have, if it wasn't
for Hermione's help.”

Hermione, feeling a little heat rise in her checks, reached for a glass of water and took a
sip.

“Qui, we heard she sleeps with you!” Fleur teased again.

Hermione choked and spit the water out. After a few coughs, she managed a panicked, “What!”

One of the things Harry had come to like about Fleur, was her wicked sense of humor. “She slept
next to me… in another bed. But somehow, I think you already knew that.”

Fleur laughed, “Per'aps yes… per'aps no.”

Viktor gave them a rare smile. He too had come to enjoy the quick wit of not only the French
witch, but that of Hermione's and Harry's as well.

Gabrielle didn't quite see the humor though, and huffed, “Fleur stop et, Arry as been
through enough!” Then she walked over and stood next to him and took his hand. Looking down, she
asked, “Does et still urt when I old your and?”

Harry smile and squeezed her hand, “Not any more… I'm fine.” It did hurt just a tiny bit,
but Harry wasn't going to tell her that.

Gabrielle nodded, “Good. You are very brave Arry…” she started to tear up and her voice hitched
a little, “What you did f-for me… I will never forget.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the
cheek, “Zank you Arry.” Gabrielle having said what she had wanted, suddenly seemed to remember, she
wasn't alone with him and promptly turned pink.

Fleur stepped up next to her sister and put an arm around her and pulled her close. “She es
right about everything Arry.” Then she too bent down and kissed Harry's cheek. When she stood
back up, Fleur said, “You keep your promeese Arry, even when I thought eet was imposseble. You
brought her back to me… zank you.” Then she reached over the bed and took Hermione's hand, and
while holding it, she looked at Hermione and then back to Harry, “Now I make you a promeese; eef
you ever need my help, you ave but to ask, and I will do all zat I can.”

Viktor stepped forward and stood on the other side of Gabrielle, and said quite seriously,
“Vell, I Vill not kiss you Mr. Potter, however,” and he reached over and put his hand on top of
Fleur's, “I too promise to help if you need me.”

Harry nodded, then reached up and clasped their hands between his and said in a thick voice,
“Thank you… all of you.”

oOoOo

After his visitors left, Harry took a short nap while Hermione read a book. With perfect timing,
Harry woke right at noon, just in time for lunch. As Madam Pomfrey was setting down their trays,
she told them, that some of their other friends wanted to see them this afternoon. Harry nodded and
said that would be fine.

Hermione noticed the look again. She got up out of her chair and sat on the edge of his bed.
“Harry… what's wrong?”

Harry sighed and looked away. He was terrible at hiding his feelings, not that it mattered with
Hermione, she could always see right through him.

“Harry please, you know you can tell me anything.” A moment later, Harry turned back and just
stared at her. Hermione was surprised to see tears in his eyes. She scooted forward and grabbed his
hand, “Harry?”

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He didn't know where to
begin. He glanced around the room as if the words for what he needed to say might be written on a
wall somewhere. How do you tell someone you care so much about, that you might be evil? Harry's
eyes settled on their joined hands, and he found the courage to start.

“They were hurting us… hurting them. Cedric was already dead, and… and they were going to kill
us.” Harry was crying outright now. But Hermione knew he had more to say. That he had to get this
out, so she stayed silent. “They tortured Fleur, and told her what they were going to do to her
after I was dead.” Harry's voice hitched, “And Poor Gabrielle… she shouldn't have even been
there. That animal had his hands all over her. She was so s-scared.” Harry looked deep into
Hermione's eyes, “All I wanted to do was help them… get them out.”

Hermione could practically feel his pain, he was hurting so bad. Only this time, it was
emotional pain. Something else had happened, something bad. Harry looked so desperate.

Harry was terrified of what Hermione might think of him when she found out. “I don't want to
lose you.”

“You won't lose me Harry… never”

“Hermione I… I killed a man!” Harry pulled back and looked away. “I could have just stunned him,
but I was so full of hate… I…” He couldn't finish. Harry just broke down and sobbed.

Hermione didn't think, that she could have loved Harry anymore, than she did at this moment.
He was so remorseful. He had saved not only his life, but the lives of two others. Yet he agonized
over the loss of a man no better than the devil himself. A sadistic monster that the world was
undoubtedly better off without.

Hermione scooted the rest of the way up to him, and mindful of his back, she pulled Harry into a
tight embrace. She rocked him back and forth and whispered in his ear, that everything was going to
be alright. Harry was hesitant for only a moment. Soon he was holding on to her as if his very life
depended on it, as he cried silently into her shoulder. She wanted so much to tell him how she
truly felt about him, but knew this was not the time… she'd wait until he was ready.

Gradually his breathing evened out, the worst was passed and it was out in the open now.
Hermione leaned back. She put a hand on each side of his face and stared straight into his eyes.
“Harry, you have nothing to be ashamed of, or feel guilty for…”

“But I…”

“But nothing!” Hermione said more forcefully, “Harry James Potter, you listen to me. You did the
right thing.”

“Are you sure I'm not turning dark?” Harry asked quietly, as if afraid of the answer.

Hermione smiled and tilted her head slightly, “There is too much good in you Harry, you could
never turn dark.”

Harry still wasn't completely convinced, but as long as Hermione thought so, he could go on
for now.

oOoOo

Neville, Luna, and half the Weasley family showed up around three. Madam Pomfrey told them they
could only stay for a little while, and they were not to get Harry worked up about anything. She
made her last comment while looking at the twins.

Neville started off by proudly telling Harry, that he had invited Luna over for a couple of days
during the summer. Harry was sure, he'd have even more exciting news next time he saw him. “And
Harry, maybe you and Hermione could come by for a day. I know Gram would love to see you
again.”

Harry looked to Hermione, who nodded with a smile. “That sounds like a great idea, I ask
Dumbledore about it later.”

Luna bent down and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek. When she stood back up, she put a finger to
her lips and said, “Shhhh, don't tell Hermione.” Then after turning to said girl and smiling,
she turned back, “Get well soon Harry, and I'll see you at Nev's.”

Harry smiled back, “It will be our secret.”

The twins laughed, “Harry you better not be messing with our little sister.”

Harry put on his most innocent looking face, “Never. One beautiful girlfriend is enough for me.”
Then with a smile added, “I'm just glad to see her wearing shoes.”

Fred smirked, “Our Luna won't be having anymore Ravenclaw problems.”

Harry's brow rose, “Really… what did you guys do?”

Fred turned to his brother George, “See what I mean? Someone puts a shrinking charm on a few
pairs of knickers, and everyone blames us.”

George nodded, “Nice bit of spell work though,” turning back to Harry, he went on, “your
*be**autiful girlfriend* is a real genius.”

Harry turned to Hermione and gave her a bright smile, “Really?”

“I may have… helped a little,” Hermione said casually.

“What happens, how long will it last?”

“After they put them on, they start to shrink, making them rather uncomfortable. A message shows
up, telling them; they have to write on them, `I will not take other peoples things,' if they
want it to stop.”

Harry chuckled, “Perfect.”

Fred laughed, “Should be fun, watching them trying to walk to the train.”

Harry noticed Ginny whispering something in Hermione's ear. By the time she had finished,
both girls were wearing bright smiles. Then like Luna, Ginny bent down and gave Harry a kiss on the
cheek, “That's all your girlfriend will let me do.” Ginny laughed at his surprised look. “Get
well Harry and we'll see you later at the Burrow, kay?”

Harry thought Ginny looked really relaxed. Normally, she always seemed a little nervous around
him, even though she usually hid it well. Maybe Hermione knew what had chanced, he'd ask her
about it later. Harry then turned his attention to Ron. He had yet to say a single word. As the
rest of the group slowly started to make their way out, Harry asked, “Ron, you okay?”

Ron came over and stood on the opposite side of the bed from Hermione. As he stood there, he
seemed to study them both for a second before he said anything. “You know, I think I've been
jealous of you since the first day I meet you, and you bought all that candy off the trolley,
remember?”

Hermione moved forward and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry just nodded, he knew Ron
wasn't finished.

“The funny thing was, I didn't know why. Your life had been seriously crazy, and mostly in a
bad way. I'm starting to see things… you… differently. I know I've buggered up our
friendship something fierce. I'll probably regret it, but right now I… I don't know.
Merlin, I'm turning into an effing nut case.” Ron looked down, “I guess I'm just confused…
I mean… I'm not even sure who I am anymore. Things have changed so much, you know?”

“Ron…” Harry started, not quite sure what to say, “You're right Ron, things have changed. We
all need to step back and take another look at who we are… what we want to be.” Harry sighed,
“It's okay to be confused for a while, but sooner or later, you'll have to figure it
out.”

Ron looked back up and nodded, “Yeah, you're right of course.” Then with a smile added,
“Hermione must be rubbing off on you, you're getting pretty smart.”

Harry and Hermione both just smiled back.

Ron squared his shoulders and turned serious again, “What I do know is, I owe you an apology for
acting like a pillock all year.” Ron reached out to shake Harry's hand, “I'm sorry
Harry.”

oOoOo

Harry sat back and relaxed as the Hogwarts Express slowly may it way to London. Neville sat
across from him reading a book, with Luna curled up on the bench next to him sleeping. Hermione was
also asleep, tucked soundly into his side. Crookshanks was up in the racks curled into an orange
ball of purring fur, right next to Hedwig's empty cage. Harry wondered if the kneazle missed
her. They had become good friends.

Good friends… as Harry thought back on the year, even with all the adversity it had brought; he
still had to smile. Voldemort had been reborn, he and some of his friends had been hurt, and
Dumbledore seemed to have developed an agenda. But it wasn't all bad; he had made several new
friends… good friends. And most importantly, a good friend had become so much more.

Harry watched her sleep, and like so many other times in the recent past, he marveled at his
good fortune to have her at his side. He had never had a family, not really. Certainly not one that
loved him as their own. In the past, the Weasleys had come close; still it wasn't the same.
However, Hermione… Hermione without even knowing it, had filled that hole in his life. She was his
family. She stood up, *with* him. Laughed, *with* him. And cried, *with* him.
Hermione understood him, and wanted nothing but the best for him; Harry didn't think there was
any better definition of family than that. Harry gave her a gentle squeeze and she smiled in her
sleep. *`Merlin, it's going to be a long summer,'* he thought.

oOoOo

Hermione had dragged him over to re-meet her parents, this time as her boyfriend. Emma beamed at
the both of them before wrapping them up in a big huge. “Oh that's wonderful, you two are so
cute together.”

Dan now regarded Harry in a new light; He'd have to keep an eye on things from now on. But
he wasn't upset enough, or stupid enough to say anything negative. He reached out his hand,
“It's nice to see you again Harry.”

Harry let go of Hermione's hand long enough to shake her father's, “It's nice to see
the both of you as well sir.”

Both had noticed that as soon as the hand shake was finished, Hermione had his hand in hers
again. Emma sensing they wanted a moment alone took her husband's arm and pulled him away,
“Come along dear, Hermione will be along in a minute.” As they walked away, she looked over her
shoulder and gave Hermione a wink.

Hermione immediately turned to face Harry and grabbed his free hand so she was holding both,
“Relax Harry, they both still like you.” After Harry took a breath and let it slowly, she went on,
“Remember, even though Dumbledore doesn't want me to visit for a couple of weeks, it
doesn't mean that we can't write to each other… right?”

Harry nodded, “Right.”

“Hedwig should be back by tonight, so I expect a letter within a couple of days,” Hermione said
mock seriously in her best impression of McGonagall.

Harry gave her a salute and then smiled, “Yes ma'am.”

Hermione laughed, “Good. Oh and Harry, please try to remember to take all your potions on
schedule; I want you healthy again.”

“Am I going to need my health next time I see you,” Harry said, as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Boy! Get a move on, I don't have all day!” Vernon's voice echoed around the
platform.

Harry shook his head, “I've got to go, I'll write soon.” Harry then pulled her close and
gave her a long goodbye kiss. “Bye.”

“Goodbye Harry.”

oOoOo

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**AN:** As of this moment, it looks like “Always and Forever” is going to continue through
Harry's sixth year; about seventy five chapters give or take. I have the story outlined to that
point, and might end it there… we'll see when the time comes. Part two (Harry's fifth year)
has a detailed outline finished and even has eleven chapters written in a rough draft.
Unfortunately, those eleven chapters are at the end of the year (Don't ask). Which means I need
to still write several for the beginning of the year, before I start posting. Year five will pick
up right where year four leaves off.

So here's the plan: I'm going to take a few weeks off and let my keyboard recover, then
I'll start working on the next set of chapters. When I have three or four done, I'll start
posting again.

I'm sorry for the interruption. When I started posting this back in February, I really
thought I'd be able to finish fifth year before I finished posting fourth year. I really
overestimated how much free time I'd have, and underestimated how much work it would actually
be! I could have rushed it, but I don't think anybody would have been happy with the
results.

All I can promise for sure, is that I'm dedicated to finishing this story for personal
reasons, so that's good for you too.

Next I like to thank all the other fanfiction authors for the ideas and inspiration to write
this story. Several in particular come to mind, and if you don't know of them, you should
really check them out; broomstick flyer, chem prof, Mathiasgranger, MissAnn Thorpic, muggledad, old
crow, robst, and so many more…

Finally, I like to thank all of you who took the time to read my story so far, and especially
those of you who took the additional time to send me a review. Several of you have gone out of your
way to help me with this project, (Dementor149 in particular) and when it's all over, I'd
like to give you the credit that due.

Enjoy what's left of your summer,

lorelover.

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**UPDATE;** When I originally posted this chapter on Fanfiction back last summer, I really
thought I be able to start posting part two by about October or November. However, between work and
family I just haven't had the time to work on it as fast as I'd like. As of now (late
February) it looks like I'll be ready to start posting again by April or May. I know that's
a long time, but I don't want to rush it. Also, this time I will post to both Fanfiction and
Portkey at the same time so you don't have to worry about where to find it (both will be the
same).

Thanks for patients,

lorelover

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**Always and Forever**

**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

**AN:** Wow… it has really been a long time since I posted chapter 23. All I can say is;
I'm sorry you had to wait so long! A few things conspired against me; work and family mainly.
Work added some new responsibilities which took up a lot of my free time, and I had a family member
who became ill that took the rest of it. I love writing Harry Potter, but sadly it had to wait;
family, and even work come first. But rest assured, things are slowly getting better, and I'm
finding more time to write. As I've said before; I will finish this story, (it may take a bit
longer now, but I'll finish it).

So here is chapter 24. I have no beta, so any errors are all mine, and if you'd like to
point them out, that would be great.

I have two more chapters almost ready to go, but I'd like to space them out a little so
hopefully I can keep them coming without any major interruptions to this year. I'm thinking of
posting one about every two or three weeks. I know it's slower that the first 23, but I
didn't want to keep you waiting much longer.

Anyway, I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Please let me know one way or another.

lorelover.

**AN:** This is the first chapter of part two (Harry's fifth year). It picks up right
after chapter 23. It deal with Harry's abuse at the Dursleys and may be hard for some to read.
Please note that I don't take the subject of child abuse lightly, but this was a subject that
never really got addressed in JKR's work. I only trying to bring it into the light, so it can
be dealt with appropriately. In this story, the Dursleys will get what's coming to them.

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**Chapter 24**

**Out of the Pan, Into the Fire**

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Harry watched his uncle out of the corner of his eye. If the way he was gripping the steering
wheel, and the color of his face as they drove home was any indication; Vernon was set to explode.
Harry figured, it must be because of the conversation he'd had with Remus and Mr. Weasley
before they had left the station. He had hoped to reestablish his old agreement they'd had last
summer, allowing him to come and go as he pleased. However, now it appeared he'd have to wait a
couple of days to let his uncle cool down. Harry made a mental note, to talk to Remus and Mr.
Weasley about how not to help.

~oOoOo~

Hermione made sure to keep the tone of the conversation light, as she told her parents all about
her last term. The Tournament was a big part of it, and she spent a fair amount of time talking
about Harry as well, including his involvement. She even talked about some of his injuries, but
played them down to being nothing too serious. Hermione knew they'd never understand something
like the dragon task, after all, she didn't understand the need for all the danger herself.
Instead, she concentrated on what she had learned and her involvement in the demonstrations.
Hermione proudly showed them her first place medallion. When they asked about Harry, she mainly
talked about how unfair it was that he had been forced to compete, and how at first, nobody
believed him when he said he hadn't entered.

She hadn't wanted to, but after McGonagall had asked them to reframe from visiting Harry for
at least a couple of weeks so that Harry could recover, her parents wanted to know why. So Hermione
ended up telling them more about the last task than she really had wanted to. She explained that
Harry had rough time of it at the end, and had been hurt badly enough to warrant a short stay in
the infirmary.

Like her daughter, Emma was a smart women. She knew there was more to the story than Hermione
was telling them, but for now she'd let it rest. She was just happy to have her daughter back.
In the meantime, she could always talk to her about her change in relationship with Harry. That
would be more fun anyway, than the potentially more serious stuff she was holding back on.

“So… you and Harry!”

Hermione's face brightened as she smiled, “Yeah…”

Emma watched her daughter as her whole disposition changed. Hermione's entire body seemed to
relax. Obviously, her state of mind shifted to a more pleasant place; calmer, and more peaceful.
Hermione looked lost in thought; remembering something special, perhaps personal. Emma hoped to
catch her off guard. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Mum!” Hermione squealed. It was not something she was ready to discuss with her mother…
yet.

Even though he was driving and trying to appear uninterested, Dan was paying close attention to
the conversation. He shook his head slightly at his wife's antics, secretly pleased Hermione
hadn't answered. As long as he didn't know, he could go on assuming Harry was not only a
bad kisser, but had perpetually bad breath as well. Like any other father he reasoned; he'd
rather not think about his little girl kissing anybody until she was well into her thirties… *at
least*.

Emma smirked, “That good hmm?” Seeing Hermione tense again, she relented with a laugh, “Okay
fine… we'll talk later.”

Having avoided an awkward conversation, Hermione relaxed a bit. A moment later, she felt her
face heat up as she imagined just what that *talk* might include.

~oOoOo~

Vernon stood in the doorway to Harry's room and glared at his nephew, obviously still mad
about the situation. “Well, if you are too weak and injured to come out and do your chores, then I
see no need for you to come out at all,” he began. “You are to stay in here except to use the loo.
And if I think you're taking advantage, I'll lock you in. Is that understood?” Vernon
seemed to take some pleasure in saying that.

Harry just nodded, “Yes sir.” He knew the less he said, the better.

“And, you'll be quiet if you know what's good for you,” Vernon finished with a sneer
before slamming the door shut.

Harry sighed, this was not the way he had wanted to start his summer. He moved his trunk over by
his desk as he started to settle in, and then he put Hedwig's empty cage up on top of his
dresser. Next, he opened the window; Hedwig was still out, and he wanted to make sure she could get
inside in case he fell asleep before she returned. Too tired to set up her perch, he put some water
and treats in her cage for now, then slipped off his shoes and flopped down on his bed.

Harry shook his head at the thought; his bed. One could barely call it a bed. It was nothing
more than an old thin mattress laid out on a wood sheet, supported by a rickety metal frame.
However, it was still better than sleeping on the floor, or worse… in the cupboard. He looked
around the room, nothing had changed since last year. Besides the bed, there was an old dresser,
and an even older desk. Next to the bed was a night table with a lamp on it, which of course
didn't work. Even if it did, there wouldn't be a bulb in it, Harry was quite sure of that.
He looked up to the only light in the room, a small bare bulb hanging from the middle of the
ceiling. Vernon, had the switch moved to the hallway, so he could turn it on or off when he felt
like it. Half the time, Harry had to do his school work at night by moon light. *`Maybe I should
buy some candles,'* he thought.

Forgetting about his room for now, Harry turned his thoughts to the last year and what may lie
ahead. Harry sighed again; it had been over a year now since Sirius had escaped, and yet Dumbledore
still hadn't managed to get him a fair trial. Harry had desperately hoped he'd never have
to come back here, that he'd be able to live with Sirius. Harry was beginning to wonder just
how hard Dumbledore was trying to help Sirius. He closed his eyes; it was yet another example of
Dumbledore's action or in this case, lack of, that gave Harry pause. His faith and trust in the
Headmaster had been severely shaken by the Tournament, and if Dumbledore didn't find the time
to sit down and explain a few things, Harry wasn't sure he'd ever be able to fully trust
him again.

As he laid there thinking, his mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Remus just
before his ride home.

“I don't understand Professor, why doesn't Fudge believe us?”

“Oh, he does now Harry, believe me,” Remus said with a chuckle. At Harry questioning look, he
explained further, “Fudge is a simple man, he likes things to remain the same, unchanged… it makes
his job easier. Acknowledging the return of You-Know-Who, would really muck things up for him.
Complicated doesn't even come close to explaining what his life would turn into. He walks a
thin line with the friends he keeps.”

Harry nodded, “Like Malfoy.”

“Exactly. So, he sort of went into denial while talking to you,” Remus looked away for a moment,
“wishful thinking I suppose.”

“So what changed his mind?”

“Oh, a few angry wizards who were tired of his stupidity, and his refusal to acknowledge the
obvious. Dumbledore of course, plus Madam Bones, and the French Minister. Not to mention, Mr.
Delacour.” Remus let out a low whistle, “Boy, he laid into him hard for calling you and his
daughters liars.”

Harry smiled, “I'd like to have seen that.”

“He wants to meet you by the way.”

“Really?” Harry asked surprised.

Remus laughed, “Yes, Really.”

Harry was broken out of his memories by a mild jab of pain in his back. It had been a long day,
and when Harry considered his injuries, he wasn't surprised he felt so tired. Rolling over,
Harry figured he'd rest for a bit before getting up and taking his potions. *`A few minutes,
that's all I ask,'* Harry thought as his eyes slowly drifted shut.

~oOoOo~

A knock on his office door caused Dumbledore to look up. He already knew who it was; the
enchantments in the outer hallway told him ahead of time. “Please come in Minerva,” he said as he
leaned back in his tall desk chair.

After closing the door, McGonagall turned around, “Albus,” she said rather sternly.

Dumbledore groaned inwardly, he had only just finished a rather long and unpleasant conversation
with Molly Weasley. She had not been pleased with the way things had turned out recently. The
conversation had felt more like a dressing down for his actions more than anything else, and
judging by the look and tone of his deputy… he was in for another one. Dumbledore gestured to the
chair in front of him, “Minerva, please have a seat.”

McGonagall eyed the comfortable looking armchair for a moment, debating rather or not she was
calm enough to actually sit. She let out a breath in a huff and settled quickly before starting.
“Albus, I'm sure you know why I'm here.”

“Harry Potter?” He offered.

McGonagall nodded once, “Yes. I will not continue to debate your decision on his placement;
what's done is done.” Leaning forward, she asked, “What I want to know is, what's being
done for him now? Since you said you'll be leaving soon, who will check up on him?”

Dumbledore stared back at McGonagall through steeped fingers. She had always been rather
protective of the students at Hogwarts. Especially those under her direct care; her lions, as she
fondly called them. Harry had surprised a lot of people last year. He had shown not only a greatly
improved interest in his academics, but a much more mature attitude as well. Add to that, the fact
that Harry was the son of one of her all-time favorite students; Lily Potter, and the boyfriend of
her current favorite, Miss Granger, and it was no wonder she was upset. She had obviously grown
quite fond of him as well.

“Minerva, I appreciate your concern, and I am sure that if Harry knew the extent of it, he would
be touched.”

McGonagall raised a brow that clearly said; get on with it.

Dumbledore had momentarily forgotten who he was talking to, so after a small cough, continued,
“Yes, well… I have some old members from the Order,” Dumbledore paused a second, “and maybe a new
one as well, watching him around the clock. I also gave very specific instruction to Arthur and
Remus. They were to have a talk with Mr. Dursley before they left the station. And lastly, I will
personally check on him as soon as I return.”

“And if he never leaves the house? How will they know if Mr. Potter is following his potion
regiment and recovering as he should?

“They will check on him daily… in person of course.”

McGonagall nodded, satisfied for now.

It hadn't exactly been the truth, and he hated lying to her, but he was sure she would take
exception to his plan, even though he was confident in it. Dumbledore was quite certain that the
Dursleys would take offense to someone checking up on Harry on a daily basis, so he had instructed
his Order members to keep away and watch from a distance. Mr. Dursley had been told to simple call
for one of them from the front yard if Harry developed problems. Dumbledore was sure things would
be fine until he returned.

“Was there anything else Minerva?”

“No, that covers everything,” she said, then added, “I'll look after things until you
return. You still plan on being gone only three days?”

Dumbledore nodded, “Yes.”

“And you still can't tell me where you are going?”

“No, I am afraid not.”

“I don't like the idea of not knowing, or not being able to get in touch with you, What if
something happens?” She asked, genuinely concerned.

Dumbledore leaned forward, “I am truly sorry it worries you, but this mission requires secrecy.
I simply cannot take a chance on Voldemort finding out.” Dumbledore smiled, “You know I have
complete faith in you Minerva. If something comes up, I trust you will handle it properly.”

McGonagall nodded back, “Very well then,” she said, as she rose to leave. She couldn't help
but still feel a little concerned about Harry, but felt she could wait a couple of days before
getting an update.

~oOoOo~

Harry woke to the sound of a soft bark coming from his familiar. “Hello girl. Sorry I must have
dosed off. There's some water in your cage… I know, sorry. I promise I'll have it set up
for you tomorrow.”

His last dose of potions had been this morning, right before he left the castle to head home.
Pomfrey had put him on a strict schedule; there were several potions to be taken each morning, and
two more each night before bed for the next week. Then, she was to come by and give him another
checkup and decide what further treatment, if any, was necessary.

Harry got up and opened his trunk, he started taking out the vials that he needed, along with a
graduated cylinder to measure the amounts properly. He placed everything on top of his dresser and
was about to start, when he heard the door opened. Her timing couldn't have been worse, his
aunt was standing in the doorway. She was going to tell him, that he could come down and get
something to eat, but when she saw the open trunk, and the odd-shaped bottle sitting on the
dresser, she assumed the worst. Her eyes grew large and she looked ready to faint. A second later
she screamed.

“Vernon, come quick… it's the boy, he's doing something.”

Surprised, Harry turned quickly, “No… it's not what you think, it's just my
medicine.”

For as overweight as he was, Vernon could move fast if he wanted to. A few seconds later and he
had joined his wife in the doorway. One look at the top of the dresser and his face turned purple
with rage. “How dare you…”

“It's just my medicine,” Harry tried again, “it's not magic, I …” Harry never got a
chance to finish his sentence. Vernon had stepped into the room and back-handed Harry across the
face so hard, he stumbled backwards and fell over his bed.

Vernon then turned back to the dresser, and quickly sweep all the contents into Harry's open
trunk. Fortunately, everything was charmed unbreakable, but that didn't do Harry any good at
the moment.

Harry sat up and touched his lip. It stung, and he didn't need a mirror to know it was cut,
he could tell by the coppery taste in his mouth. He tried to reason with his uncle one more time.
“Uncle Vernon, it's not magic, I swear. It's just medicine to help me get better.”

Vernon turned angry eyes back on Harry. “I've never seen medicine that looked like this
before. It's not normal… it's freaky, that's what it is.” He pointed a fat finger at
Harry and continued, “And I'll not have any freaky business in my house!”

As he turned back to the trunk, he spotted Hedwig in her cage. Considering the fuss she was
making over his rough treatment of Harry, he was a little surprised he hadn't noticed her
sooner. Reaching up quickly, he slammed the cage door shut, trapping Hedwig inside. He had barely
managed to get his fingers out of the way as Harry's angry owl snapped at them. Vernon pulled
back and was about to show her who was in charge.

Harry jumped up, “Wait.” He moved a little closer, “Hedwig, please calm down, I don't want
you to get hurt. It'll be okay.” A moment later after she had settled, Harry turned to his
uncle, “She'll be quiet now.”

Vernon just grunted, “Good.” And reached for the cage.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked in a panic.

“Can't have you sending this ruddy bird out for more… *medicine*, now can I.” Vernon
answered with a sneer.

“But she needs to eat, who will take care…”

“Well then I suppose you had better get well in a hurry.” Without another word, he handed the
cage to his wife and hauled Harry's trunk out into the hallway. He gave Harry one last look of
satisfaction, before pulling the door shut and locking it.

Harry was so worried about Hedwig, he temporarily forgot about the cut on his lip. Harry
hadn't a clue as to what to do. Harry sank back down onto his bed, “I need to get a little
help… but how…” he said softly to no one. Harry sat still with his eyes closed and tried to ignore
the building pressure in his back, he needed to think. Things had turned ugly in a hurry, and if
Vernon stayed true to his word, both he and Hedwig would soon be in trouble. Knowing there was
nothing more he could for now, He laid back and while trying to think of plan, Harry drifted off to
sleep.

oOoOo

Sirius studied his old friend as he made his way into the kitchen and sat down heavily across
from him. “Long day?” He asked, already knowing the answer. Sirius slid a cup of tea over to him
and waited.

Remus rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Yeah.” It had been a long day. It started with riding
escort on the train, then having a talk with Harry's uncle, and finally a late meeting with
Dumbledore. “Albus wants me to leave first thing in the morning.”

Sirius nodded once, “Think you'll have much luck?”

“Not sure,” Remus answered with a raised brow, “weres can be hard to deal with when you're
not part of their… pack.”

“I'd sneak off and go with you, if I thought I'd be of any help.”

Remus smiled, “Thanks, but actually I think you should stay here… keep an eye out.”

Leaning forward, Sirius asked, “Oh, and why is that?”

Remus glance back over his shoulder to make sure they were alone, which only cased Sirius to
lean in further. “I don't like the idea of Harry staying with the Dursleys.

“You know I tried to get Dumbledore to let him stay here.”

Remus nodded, “I know.” He looked away for a second, then after turning back added, “I just
don't like his uncle, something… something is off with him.”

Sirius looked concerned, “Should I be worried?”

Remus shrugged, “Dumbledore got people watching… so no, I guess not.” Remus let out a long
breath with a sigh, “I guess I'm just tired and I'm imagining things.”

Sirius nodded, “Okay,” but over the years he had come to trust his friend's instincts.
Hopefully, he was right and there was nothing to worry about. But he was going to make damn sure
and not just trust Dumbledore to handle things. He had let Harry down to many times, and it had to
stop.

Leaning back again, he asked, “Who's watching him?”

Remus smiled and paused a second before answering, “Right now… Tonks.” Sirius raised a brow at
the way his friend seemed to enjoy that thought, but didn't say anything. “Her and Mundungus,
Elphias, and even old Moody once in a while I believe.”

“Well hopefully she'll stop by here tonight after her watch,” Sirius said, “do you know what
time her shift ends?”

“Elphias spells her at midnight.”

Sirius nodded, “Right then.” He'd be sure to wait up for her, he had a few questions he
wanted to ask her.

oOoOo

He was in a chamber like room made of stone, dimly lit by a handful of torches that sat in
sconce on the wall. The air was cold and damp, and hung like a heavy blanket ready to suffocate
you. He tried to move, but found he couldn't… he was tied to a stone pillar that rose up from
the middle of the floor. Memories from his recent past flashed behind his eyes. Bile rose up his
throat and he fought to keep from gagging as panic started to set in. He looked around franticly,
hoping to find a friend, or anyone who might help… but he was alone. He was alone in a cold dark
place with nothing but silence for company.

*`Where am I, Where is everyone else,'* He wondered. He tried to remember. Something on
the edge of his mind… then suddenly the silence was broken. From behind him, a laugh. It started
out soft, but quickly built in intensity to a loud, sinister laugh. A laugh he'd know anywhere.
Now, he wished it was quiet again. He twisted in place as hard as he could, trying to see the face
behind the laugh.

“It's not what's back here that you should be afraid of,” The evil said.

He twisted back and stared in horror at the sight before him. Bodies… There were decapitated
bodies scattered everywhere. Dark-red blood ran from the wounds and was quickly covering the floor.
A rank putrid smell filled his nostrils and again he fought the nausea. He tried to free himself
again, but his restraints held fast. A sharp stabbing pain in his back was his only reward for his
efforts.

The laughter stopped as suddenly as it had started. “This is what you've become… what you
are.”

“Nooo!” He screamed as he started to shake. A moment later… his back exploded into pain.

Harry's eyes snapped open and he bolted upright gasping for air. Harry was alone in the
quiet darkness of his room. The voice, bodies… gone. And the pain… was nearly gone as well.
Confused, he looked around, he was back on Privet Drive. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal
as he calmed himself after realizing it had only been a dream… a really bad dream. He had to tell
himself a couple of times until he was actually sure of it.

Harry glanced at his bedside clock and knew he was in for a long night. At least he hadn't
woken his uncle at this time of night; that would have been bad for sure. Harry figured he'd
have to wait until morning, and then after his uncle had left for work he'd try to persuade his
aunt into letting him have some of his potions. Harry laid back down and rolled over onto his
stomach, taking the pressure off his back. He hoped the action would ease the discomfort enough, to
allow him to fall back asleep. Harry closed his eyes, and tried to block out the visions from his
dream. All the while wondering, if the voice had been right.

oOoOo

Knowing he hadn't eaten since yesterday, Petunia waited until her husband and son had left
for the day before climbing the stairs to Harry's room. It wasn't much, just a small tray
with what was left over from breakfast, but it would do for now.

She didn't hate the boy, at least that's what she told herself. She just hated what he
was… a wizard. She hated what he reminded her of… magic, and what it had taken from her… Lily.
Petunia knew that if it were up to Vernon, he'd let him starve to death. Vernon hated him not
only as a wizard, but as a boy as well. And Vernon didn't just hate him… he hated him with a
passion.

The sound of the door being unlocked woke Harry from the light sleep he had managed to slip back
into after last night's ordeal. He sat up and watched as his aunt came in and sat a tray of
food down on his desk without saying a word.

“Don't expect me to bring you food all the time,” she said sharply.

Harry nodded, “No… I mean, I won't. Thank you.”

Petunia studied him for a moment, seemingly apprising his sincerity. Satisfied, she turned her
nose up slightly and turned to leave.

“Wait!” Harry suddenly called out. Petunia watched as her nephew quickly got out of bed and went
to the desk. Without hesitating, he grabbed the only two pieces of bacon on the tray and hurried
back to her.

“Is Hedwig alright?” Harry asked. After a simple nod from his aunt, he handed her the bacon,
“Could you please give her this.”

Petunia eyed the offered bacon warily, she really didn't want to go near the creature.

“Please Aunt Petunia, she hasn't done anything to deserve being starved.”

Petunia reached out and took the bacon, “You better get better soon, I won't be doing this
again.”

Harry smiled weakly, “Thank you…” He was wide awake now, and the ache in his back was reminding
him he needed another favor. “And Aunt Petunia…”

Petunia turned her head slightly and eyed him suspiciously, “Yes?”

“What you saw yesterday, it really was just my medicine.”

“And your point is?”

“I'm not going to get better without it.” Harry looked down, “In fact, my back is already
starting to hurt again.” Harry looked back up, “I know you hate all this, I… I guess I can't
blame you, you didn't ask for any of it. But if I can just get well, things can go back to
normal… you know, me doing chores and staying out of your hair.” Harry just shrugged after that, he
didn't know what else to say.

Petunia features softened and she opened her mouth to say something, but then abruptly shut it
again as her look turned hard once more. “I won't promise anything mind you, but I'll try
and mention it to Vernon when he gets home… if he's in a good mood.”

Harry nodded reluctantly, “I was supposed to take some twice a day.” Harry pleaded with his eyes
and asked hopefully, “I don't suppose you would consider allowing me to take today's ration
now… would you?”

Petunia face turned an angry red, “Absolutely not. I'll not go behind my husband's back.
You'll just have to wait.” She didn't wait for a response, Petunia quickly turned and left
and locked the door again once outside.

Harry stared at the closed door and thought, *`Maybe Uncle Vernon would actually consider it…
maybe, but not likely.'*

oOoOo

Without his trunk, Harry had nothing to do. He couldn't work on his school work, had nothing
to read, to say he was bored would have been a huge understatement. Harry sat at his desk and
stared out the window, “This is ridiculous,” he said to himself. Talking to no one he started to
ramble, “I'm supposed to be recuperating, but they won't let me take my potions. I am
supposedly helping them by staying here to recharge the wards that protect them, yet I'm locked
in my room like a prisoner.” Harry shook his head in disbelief over the craziness of the situation.
When Dumbledore shows up tomorrow, one way or another, this is going to stop. He'd wait
patiently to then. It was just one more day, but if Dumbledore didn't do something, he
would.

However, there was one thing that was new, and it was slowly getting more of Harry's
attention. The pressure on his lower back had turned into a mild pain that was inching its way up.
So far it wasn't that bad. Like a mild headache, it was tolerable, and as long as you stayed
busy you could pretty much ignore it. The problem was, Harry had nothing to busy himself with, so
even though the pain was mild, it was starting to get to him. It was always there, reminding him of
its presents. It made it harder and harder to think clearly, or even just relax.

By evening, Harry noticed that if he leaned back and put pressure on his back, he could feel the
old cut start to burn again. To make matters worse, he was pretty sure his bones were starting to
feel achy also. *`Great,'* Harry thought, *`my cursed back isn't enough, the
after**-**effect**s* *of the C**ruciatus* *is going* *to make
a* *comeback* *as well.'*

Dinner had come and gone and there was no word from Petunia. Harry wondered if she had even
remembered his request. As soon as it grew dark outside, Harry decided he had to act. Even though
Dumbledore said he'd be by tomorrow, he didn't say what time, it could be late tomorrow and
Harry didn't feel like waiting that long.

Harry went to his window and made sure the blinds were pulled open all the way. Then he placed
an old pair of pants down on the floor at the bottom of his door so the light couldn't be seen
under it. Next he scrambled up on his bed. Reaching up, he pulled the tiny chain that turned his
light on. It wasn't much, but it could be seen from the outside. He waited only a couple of
seconds and then pulled the chain again, turning out the light. A few more seconds and he turned it
back on, then off again. Harry repeated this over and over, he was trying to send a signal.
Unfortunately, after only a couple of minutes the light blinked out on its own. Apparently, Uncle
Vernon had decided Harry didn't need a light tonight.

Refusing to give up just yet, Harry hopped off his bed and ran to the window. He stared out into
the dark, hoping someone had seen his short-lived beacon flashing its call for help. Harry waited
and watched, but nobody came and he didn't see any evidence that anyone would. After a half
hour, Harry's shoulders slumped and he made his way back to his bed. Harry sighed as he stared
into the darkness, it was going to be another long night.

oOoOo

As Harry laid on his side staring at the wall, he began going over recent events in his head.
His first thoughts were; whether it had been such a good idea telling the Dursleys that he had been
hurt. Of course there was no guarantee he still wouldn't have ended up locked in his room
anyway*. `Maybe I could tell them I'm feeling better and ready to do my chores,'* was
his next thought. But he realized his uncle always looked at things from the worse angle.
*`He'd probably think I made the whole thing up just to get out of work* *in the first
place**.'*

Harry sighed, it was hopeless. He'd just have to wait until Dumbledore came tomorrow. Even
if Dumbledore sent somebody else, he'd make bloody well sure they took him with them when they
left.

oOoOo

The next morning, Vernon had let him out of his room long enough to not only use the loo, but
get cleaned up as well. Harry was grateful for the opportunity; besides being able to use the
toilet, he had his first shower in three days. Harry thought briefly of asking Vernon again if he
could have his trunk back, but he could tell by the look on his uncle face that he was still mad
and didn't trust him. Vernon had stood in the hallway the whole time waiting for him to finish
his business, as if he could read Harry's mind and knew he was thinking of making a run for
it.

A short time later, His aunt came up with some breakfast, “Before you ask, I tossed a few pieces
into that bird's cage.”

“Thank you Aunt Petunia,” Harry said with a slight grimace.

If Petunia noticed, she made no comment. “Vernon was in a bad mood all last night, we'll see
how it goes tonight, but I wouldn't get your hopes up.” And without saying another word, she
turned and left.

After finishing his simple meal, Harry sat on the corner of his desk and stared out the window.
From this vantage point he could just see a part of the street through the trees between the
houses. Having little else to do, Harry keep watch, looking for a glimpse of purple.

oOoOo

Hermione woke early as the first rays of sunlight peeked through her bedroom window. Normally
she would have slept in for another hour, but something in her subconscious was bothering her. She
wouldn't be able to relax until she worked it out. Hermione sat up and rubbed the sleep from
her eyes.

Crookshanks, who had been sleeping at the foot of her bed sat up as well, “Meow!”

“Good morning Crooks,” Hermione said with a gentle smile. Her ginger cat just sat there and
slowly blinked his eyes. Clearly, he wasn't ready to leave his warm spot for the day yet. “I
know it's early, give me a minute and I'll make it up to you with a special breakfast…
kay?”

Crookshanks settle back down and started to purr while his tail flicked from side to side.
Hermione smiled as she thought, the loud rumble sounded like a tiny engine that moved his tail.

Later as she sipped her coffee, Hermione realized what had been bothering her… Harry. Or to be
more precise, the lack of a letter from him. She had actually been a little surprised when he
hadn't sent a quick letter the first night. So she had expected something from him the next
day; yesterday. Definitely by today, she had gone to bed expecting to see Hedwig waiting for her to
wake up, and to give her a letter. She was a little disappointed at first, but the more she thought
about it, the less disappointed and the more concerned she became. Harry had promised her he'd
write as soon as he got settled in, and Harry wasn't the type to break a promise.

Shortly after having breakfast with her parents, Hermione started to check on a few things.
First on her list was a phone call to Mr. Kim to arrange more lessons for the summer. “… Thank you
Mr. Kim, I'll be there. Oh ah, Mr. Kim have you heard from Harry Potter yet?”

“No Miss Granger, I have not. However, once he hears you are returning… I'm sure I will,”
came his knowing answer from the receiver.

Hermione hung up the phone, but didn't move. Something wasn't right, and she decided it
was about time to do something more, than just worry. She started back up the stairs to her room,
already mentally composing the letters she was about to write.

oOoOo

Sirius poured a second cup of coffee for his cousin and then sat down to join her for breakfast.
“So… missed you the last couple of nights,” Sirius started.

Tonks looked away, “Yeah. I've been busy… work and all.”

“Yeah…” He would have loved to of pried a little more deeply, just to confirm his supposition,
but at the moment he had more pressing issues he wanted to talk about. “Have you seen Harry?”

“I watch his house every afternoon, what do mean?”

“I mean, have you actually seen Harry, not just the front door to his house?”

“Well…” Tonks raised a brow as she thought about that, “No actually. But I really didn't
expect to… I mean he's still recovering, right?”

Sirius stared back at her for a moment before offering, “Well, he was healthy enough to walk to
the train on his own. Ride it all the way to London and then ride with his uncle on his own…
right?” Sirius turned his hands palms up in question, “So wouldn't he be healthy enough to… say
take a short walk to the park. Maybe just come out front for some fresh air?”

Tonks began to squirm, “Yeah, I suppose.”

“But you haven't seen him? He asked a little more forcefully this time.

Tonks shook her head, “No,” she said with concern. Then, as if remembering it for the first time
added with more confidence, “Dumbledore said he'd be back today, and that he was going to stop
by and check on Harry personally.”

“He'd better,” Sirius said, making it sound like a threat. “I'll not stand by and wait,
hoping my godson is being treated properly. If I don't get some news soon…”

“I'll go myself Sirius. I'll make sure he is alright.” Tonks reached over the table and
grabbed his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. She had always liked her cousin when she was
little, and even after they had thrown him in Azkaban, she still held on to the belief that he was
somehow innocent. Now, knowing the truth, she was just happy to have him back in her life, and she
wasn't going to lose him again, by letting him do something stupid.

oOoOo

It was late afternoon, and Harry had been sitting on his desk most of the day. He'd take
short breaks from his vigil once in a while to stretch his legs and get the blood flowing again,
but for the most part he sat and waited. After a while, Harry began to notice, that if he keep
still the pain in his back would lessen. The problem was; how do you sit or lay still when you
can't get comfortable? Harry sat up a little taller as he remembered a long conversation
he'd had with Hermione about the challenges of becoming an Animagus. One of the things
they'd have to learn, was how to meditate. It would allow them to block out everything around
them so they could concentrate on the task of transformation. They had also talked about how useful
it could be with other things that required a focused mind. He and Hermione had spent a fair amount
of time discussing how it worked and how it might be done.

Harry certainly didn't consider himself an expert on the topic, but if he could manage it at
least a little, it might help. It was getting late, and it didn't look like Professor
Dumbledore was going to show, and his old wounds from the graveyard were only getting worse. If he
was going to get any sleep tonight, he was going to need some help. After one more long look
outside, Harry moved over to the bed and tried to get as comfortable as possible. Remembering the
technique, Harry closed his eyes and started concentrating on his breathing. Slow deep breaths… in
and out… Harry tried to focus.

It was working ever so slightly. The trouble was, his mind would drift and the pain would
return. *`I need something to focus on,'* Harry realized, *`something important or
special. Something that will hold my attention.'* A slow smile appeared on his face as a
thought came to him, *`Not something, someone.'*

Eyes still closed, he concentrated on the one person he would like to see the most. Harry
started to paint a picture of her face in his mind. He chose a scene from their recent past;
Hermione coming down the stairs for the Yule Ball. He focused on her face, and the beautiful smile
she had graced him with that night as she made her way down. Brown eyes that sparkled with delight.
A radiant smile that could have warmed the coldest of hearts. The light coloring of her cheeks that
told of a slight blush; Hermione wasn't used to that kind of attention. It was one of
Hermione's finest hours, and certainly one of Harry's fondest memories. It was in a moment,
the essence of Hermione; genuine innocence, honest and pure.

When Harry first met Hermione years back, he had thought even then, that she looked cute for a
girl; he was only eleven after all. As time passed his opinion changed and to him, she became
pretty, and then beautiful. Harry had always thought, that most of the things that made Hermione
beautiful came from the inside. Things you really couldn't see, and as he examined her face in
his mind's eye, he realized that somehow, that beauty had managed to shine through. The more
Harry thought about it, the more he realized, beautiful hardly came close to describing her. To
Harry, she was… exquisite.

Harry spent the next couple of hours focusing on memories of Hermione before finally falling
asleep later that evening.

oOoOo

McGonagall sat at her desk staring at a letter from one of her students. She was used to
receiving letters from students over the summer break, most of which she was happy to get. They
wished her well, or thanked her for something special she had done for them during the year. This
letter however, made her worry. Hermione Granger was not one to speculate wildly, nor was she prone
to hysterics. The fact that she was worried about not having heard from Harry, was enough to cause
her concern as well. Additionally, it was already late evening on the third day since Albus had
left, and she still hadn't heard from him. McGonagall looked at her tea cup and wondered if
perhaps she should have had something stronger. McGonagall was fairly sure that Harry was alright,
after all, Dumbledore had people checking on him daily. Surly if there had been a problem, she
would have been notified in Dumbledore's absence. Setting her tea down, she reached for some
parchment to write a reply.

oOoOo

It was just pass midnight when a weary Tonks walked into the kitchen to find a worried looking
Sirius waiting up for her. “Sirius?”

“Did you see Harry today?” He asked, getting right to the point.

“Yeah… well sort of…”

“Sort of, what exactly does that mean?”

Tonks sighted, “Well, you know Dumbledore was supposed to show up today.”

“Yeah… and I'm guessing he didn't,” Sirius said exasperated.

“Right, well he also left explicit instruction *not* to bother the Dursleys.” At this
point, she had to hold up her hands to keep Sirius quiet long enough for her to finish. “Anyway, I
knew you'd be concerned, and to tell the truth I was a little worried myself.” Sirius nodded,
and then gestured with his hands, for her to get on with it. “So I waited for it to get dark and
for things to quiet down, then I used my broom to hover just outside his window.”

Sirius sat up straighter, “What'd you see, was he there?”

“Yeah, he was in bed, sound asleep,” Tonks said simply.

Sirius leaned back and relaxed a little, “So, he was okay, he wasn't hurt or anything?”

“No, not that I could see, but it was kind of dark.” Tonks leaned back also, “Anyway, I
didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.”

Sirius nodded, obviously relieved, until he noticed the look on her face, “What?”

“Did you know he has bars on his windows?”

Sirius raised a brow, “No, I didn't.”

“They're painted the same color as the house, guess that's why I never noticed them
before; hard to see from a distance.” Tonks gave him a half smile, “So, except for the bars, are
you feeling any better?”

Sirius looked away for a moment in thought. When he looked back, he shook his head, “No, not
really.” When Tonks looked at him questioningly, he handed her a letter, “It from Hermione.”

Tonks took a moment to read the letter carefully, then looked back up at Sirius, “Well
shite.”

Sirius just nodded.

oOoOo

For Harry, his peaceful rest didn't last long. The pain in his back had reached a point
where it had woken him. The fog of sleep was being quickly pushed away by a sharp burning pain that
raced up and down his back with every little moment. Even breathing caused him pain as it pulled at
the old wound. Harry moaned softly as he sat up, trying to be as quiet as possible; He definitely
didn't want to wake his uncle.

It was almost three in the morning, a couple of more hours and it would be light out. He looked
over towards his desk in the darkness, he could just make out the tray his aunt had brought him
earlier. He knew there was a bottle of water on, and right now he really needed a drink. Getting
up, he started to quietly make his way over to the desk. But in the dark, he failed to notice the
desk chair and tripped over it, falling head-first into the side of the desk. The tray with dishes
and silverware all came crashing down. In the quiet of the night, the noise sounded like an
avalanche of kitchen utensils as they seemed to clatter around forever. Harry froze, hoping that by
some miracle no one woke.

A moment later, that hope was crushed when he heard a door open down the hall. A few seconds
later after Vernon had unlocked Harry's door, he shoved it open so hard it banged against the
wall leaving a small dent from the handle.

“Boy, what in bloody hell is going on in here?” Vernon bellowed.

Harry quickly stood and righted the fallen chair, “Nothing sir. My back was hurting… I… I went
to get a drink and… and I tripped over the chair in the dark. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean
too…”

“Rubbish. You're up to no good, why else would be up at this bloody hour?”

“No sir, I swear. It's my back… I'm in a lot of pain…” Harry lowered his gaze, “If I
could just have my trunk sir, I could…”

Harry never got to finish his request, and with his head down, he never saw the back-hand that
knocked him sideways into his dresser. The collision knocked the breath out of him, and he doubled
over holding on to his side as he tried to get some air. Harry thought it was over, but he was
wrong, Vernon reached out with a meaty hand and grabbed him by the hair and jerked him upright.

“You can't fool me boy,” Vernon spat, “I saw you walk out of the station and climb the
stairs to your room. You weren't in any pain then, and you're not in any pain now.
You're just playing the part to get out of work!” Vernon looked around the room, “I don't
know what you're up to, but I do know what someone in real pain looks like, and you are about
to know what it feels like.” Still holding Harry with his left hand, Vernon punched Harry in the
gut with his right, knocking the wind out of him again. As Harry gasped for breath, Vernon let go
of him, but before Harry could move Vernon hit him again, this time in the face, with a closed
fist. The blow sent Harry flying backwards over his bed. He landed on the floor and slid into the
wall and didn't move. Vernon just stood there and stared at him a moment. Satisfied he'd
taught the boy a lesson, he finished by saying in a harsh treating voice, “You'll stay there
and not make another sound… if you know what's good for you.”

Harry didn't move, and he didn't say anything either, not that he could have if he had
wanted to. Harry continued to lay there for about another hour after Vernon had left trying to
regain his strength. Sometimes when he moved the wrong way, the pain would be so bad, he'd
black out for a while. Finally near dawn as the first ray of sunlight were turning the sky orange,
Harry was able to gingerly make his way back into bed. He figured he could add a black eye, and
some bruised ribs to his list of injuries. Laying as still as possible, he managed to get a bit of
rest, but sleep now eluded him. Besides his back, his face hurt, and his right side felt swollen
and tender. If he had been able to see himself in a mirror, he would have been shocked at his
reflection. He could hardly move; not that he wanted to, it hurt just to breath. When he started to
get cold sweats and the shakes, Harry started wondering just how much more he could take. “Where
are you Dumbledore?” he whispered to himself.

oOoOo

The Dursleys weren't known for getting many visitors during the day, so when Harry heard the
doorbell, and it was only mid-morning, his hopes soared. “About time,” he mumbled. He was certain
that Dumbledore had finely showed up. Harry forced himself out of bed and gingerly made his way to
the door. At first he didn't hear anything, but as the hushed conversation grew loader, he knew
it wasn't Dumbledore. His hopes were quickly dashed as he listens to the commotion from
downstairs through his locked door.

Miss Figg was trying to explain to a hysterical Petunia, that her son Dudley had been attacked
by some magical creature, just down the block. “And luckily, there was a wizard nearby, a Mr.
Mundungus. He managed to run the foul thing off.”

Petunia only heard wizard, and attack as she concentrated on getting her son into the house and
on to the couch. “A wizard did this to my Duddles?” she asked, growing more and more angry by the
second.

“No-no, a wizard saved him,” Miss Figg reiterated.

Petunia gave her a critical eye, wondering how her neighbor knew about magic and wizards.
Assuming she must be *one of them*, she suddenly wanted her out of the house. “Yes well,
we'll see about all of this once Vernon gets home,” she started as she began to usher Miss Figg
out the door, “I'll see to it from here thank you.” Petunia quickly closed the door and turned
back to her son. He was deathly white as he sat staring out into nothing. Deciding her husband
would want to know, she made her way to the tele and phoned up Vernon.

Harry moved back to his bed and eased himself down gently, mindful of his back. This didn't
sound good; a magical creature loose in Surrey? Well at least someone took care of it, he thought.
If Harry had been feeling better, he might have been more concerned. “Great!” Harry suddenly said
to himself, realizing that his uncle would probably be home soon. Harry was pretty sure his uncle
wouldn't be too happy about this, *`Well, at least he can't blame me for it.'*

oOoOo

The slamming of the front door and the loud bellows coming from downstairs, told Harry that his
uncle had arrived. After a quick glance at his clock, Harry figured Vernon must have broken every
speed limit in town to get home so fast.

Soon the yelling stopped, and things downstairs seemed too quiet down. *`It would seem the
storm named Vernon has blown through,'* Harry thought… he couldn't have been more wrong.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, so he could try to meditate again, the locks on his door
practically snapped open, and again his door was flung open with enough force to rattle the
walls.

His uncle, beat red and breathing hard, was angrier than Harry had ever seen before. As he
stormed into the room, Harry sat up, worried about what he might do.

“YOU… You little shite!” He screamed, “This is all your fault.” Vernon grabbed Harry by the arm
and pulled him off the bed and on to his feet.

Shaking his head, Harry raised his hands to defend himself, “I didn't do anything uncle,” he
started, “I never left my…” But his words fell on deaf ears.

In one swift motion, Vernon swatted his hands away and then back-handed him hard across the
face. Harry stumbled as his head snapped to the side. Disappointed he hadn't knocked him down,
Vernon hit him again, this time leaning into it. The feel of a crack against his knuckles made him
smirk, and something inside of him snapped. Years of frustration and anger boiled out of him as he
continued the beating. Something or someone magical had hurt his little boy, and Vernon wanted
revenge. For now, the boy laying on the floor bent double gasping for air would do. He'd make
*him* pay. He'd make an example out of the freak.

“Vernon, stop!” Petunia pleaded. She was just as upset as her husband, but she knew that if he
keep going, he'd kill the boy.

Vernon turned to look at his wife. The look of worry and concern gave him pause, for a second he
wasn't sure who it was meant for. Deciding at the moment he really didn't care, he turned
back to the boy. After Harry had fallen to the floor, Vernon, too lazy to pick him back up, just
started kicking him. Apparently, he had kicked him into the corner, as that was where he was laying
now. Still and unmoving, barely breathing. Vernon gave a huff, satisfied with his work, he turned
and left the room, pulling the door closed on his way out. Harry never heard the locks click back
into place as he lay bleeding and unconscious on the floor.

oOoOo

By the time Tonks was finished being debriefed by Mundungus and Miss Figg, it was almost four
o'clock. She stood across the street and stared at the house she had grown used to watching
slowly shaking her head. *`Dementors… in Little Whinging… unbelievable**,**'*
She thought. Her instincts were telling her to go and knock on the door, and ask to see Harry. She
wanted to make sure he was alright, but after the way Miss Figg had supposedly been chased away
earlier, Tonks was reluctant to bother them anymore. Since everything at the house currently seemed
quiet, Tonks figured for now she'd wait until dark and then take another broom ride.

Watching a house for hours on end was anything but exciting. As Tonks sat on a short wall across
the street watching Number Four, she had plenty of time to think. Her first thoughts were of
Dumbledore; where was he, and why hadn't he shown up yet? He was already a day late, and it
didn't look like he was going to show up tonight either. *`What's he doing that he
can't at least send word?'* She wondered. Tonks was also curious as whether or not he
even knew about the attack.

Hearing a door close caught Tonk's attention. Looking up, she watched as Vernon marched over
to his car to get something. A moment later, he slammed the boot closed and stormed back inside.
Normally, she wouldn't care about how he treated his car, but from his angry actions and the
nasty muttering, Tonks knew he was in a bad mood.

An uneasy feeling started to take hold of her. She still hadn't actually seen Harry, and it
would be a while yet before it was dark enough to fly. Tonks decided to risk disturbing the
Dursleys for a chance to see Harry. At least it would put her concerns to rest, and hopefully
she'd be able to give Sirius some good news.

oOoOo

Dinner was already a little late; which didn't help Vernon's sour mood as he sat down to
eat. He was only halfway through his meal, when there was a knock at the front door. Vernon turned
red and threw his fork down, “Who the bloody hell comes calling at the dinner hour?”

Petunia started to get up, “I'll see who it is dear.”

“No!” Vernon said harshly, as he stood as well. “I'll see to it.” He was inching to yell at
someone.

Petunia stayed standing and watched with a worried look on her face as her husband marched to
the door, ready to tear into the person who dared to interrupt his dinner.

The door was yanked open so quickly, Tonks jumped back a little before regaining her
composer.

Vernon didn't recognize the person standing in front of him, but judging by the particular
style of clothing she was wearing, he had a pretty good idea of who, or rather what she was.
“What?” he said rudely.

Tonks stepped forward, “Good evening sir. I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I was
wondering if I might…”

“You're one of them aren't you?”

Even though Vernon was a large man, Tonks with her training, knew she could handle him. Stepping
forward some more, she started, “Now see here…”

“What bloody right do you lot have coming to my house; interfering with our lives… interrupting
my dinner?” He barked.

Tonks was tempted to show him with her wand, but she reined in her temper. “I'm only doing
my job sir. I just wanted to check on Harry… make sure he's alright.”

Vernon narrowed his eyes and hissed, “Your job as I understand it; is to watch from across the
street… out of sight. It most certainly is *not*… to bother me.” Vernon eyed the young women
for a second, he could see the hesitant look on her face. “*Harry*… is just fine. Done nothing
but lay about since he's been here.” Vernon didn't want her in the house, and he certainly
didn't want her checking on Harry right now. He hoped his lie would appease her. “Now if you
don't mind, I'd like to get back to what's left of my dinner, cold as it is.”

Tonks deliberated; she really wanted to see Harry, but she knew that if she pushed the issue,
there would be hell to pay later. “Fine, but I'll be watching.”

“You do that,” Vernon snapped. “Oh, and tell those other freaks to stay away as well,” he added,
just before slamming the door shut.

Tonks sighed, then quickly walked away. She's just have to wait until dark. Hopefully,
she'd catch him awake, and if so, maybe she'd be able to talk to him a moment.

Vernon sat down in a huff, “I'm going to need a whiskey to go with what's left,” he
grumbled.

Petunia went to the cabinet to fetch him a bottle, silently praying he wouldn't drink too
much.

oOoOo

It had only been dark for a short while, but Tonks decided to risk it. She wanted to try and see
Harry before he went to bed. After slipping across the street under a Disillusionment Charm, Tonks
threw her leg over her broom and kicked off. A moment later she was hovering outside Harry's
window again. “Bugger,” she mumbled, “he sure goes to bed early.” Harry's room was once again
dark and she could barely make anything out. Straining her eyes, Tonks was just able to make out a
few vague shapes. She squinted and stared hard at what was most probably his bed. Although she
couldn't actually see Harry, Tonks could make out a bundle under the covers. With a touch of
imagination, it looked like a boy fast asleep, it had to be Harry. Tonks shrugged and gave him a
smile. Then before she started to feel like a peeping tom, she maneuvered back to the ground and
walked back across the street. Satisfied for now that Harry was safe, she resumed her watch.

oOoOo

Petunia had finally managed to get Dudley off the couch and up to bed. He was looking a slight
bit better, *`At least he's stopped drooling,'* she thought.

As Petunia made her way back down the stairs, she stopped half-way to have a listen. The house
was quiet. Dudley was asleep, and Harry… well he hadn't made a sound since Vernon's little
visit. She knew he was hurt quite bad, but he'd been hurt before and he had always managed to
heal himself… magic, she guessed. Even her husband was quiet, except for an occasional grumbling
complaint about freaks and nosy busybodies.

Petunia wrung her hands in worry. Vernon had finished off the whole two liter bottle of whiskey.
He was quiet now, but she knew his temper was smoldering on the inside, ready to burst into flames
with the slightest breath of encouragement. She could only hope that he'd pass out before the
inner turmoil that burned in his gut, boiled to the surface. Vernon had always had issues with
insecurities, and learning about magic; yet something else he couldn't do, or even understand,
didn't help. And having Harry Potter in the house was a constant reminder of his own
limitations and failures. Irrational as it was, Vernon blamed the only person around him that he
could… the boy, the freak… Potter. Slowly over the years, Vernon had managed to somehow make Harry
responsible for all his troubles, real or not. After a demotion at work for slow sales, Vernon was
in an especially bad mood most of the time now. From the look of things, he planned to vent all his
anger on Harry. Petunia sighed, it was going to be a long summer. Maybe if she could keep Vernon
away from him long enough for him to heal, she could talk one of Harry's friends into taking
him away for a while… or even the rest of the summer.

Stepping into the kitchen to finish cleaning up, turned out to be the trigger that set her
husband off.

Vernon turned bloodshot eyes up to his wife. “Can you believe the nerve of those… freaks,” he
slurred.

“Yes, well they're gone now,” Petunia answered, hoping to quell the rising storm.

Vernon pounded the table with a meaty fist, “For now… but they'll… they'll be back!” He
countered. Vernon stood up, no longer able to sit contently he started to pace, all the while
muttering under his breath. It didn't take long before he had worked himself into a bitter
rage. Red in the face and with sweat beading on his forehead, he when off again, “Bloody freaks,
why can't they just leave us alone? Why do we have to be saddled with one of they own?” Vernon
yelled as he glanced at the ceiling towards Harry's room. “We should have thrown that no-good
shite out into the street long ago, we should have.”

Petunia moved over by him and placed a hand on his arm. “Vernon, please calm down,” she said as
soothingly as possible, “they're not worth your health.” Vernon glanced down at her. She could
tell he wanted to go back upstairs and take out his frustration on Harry again. And in his current
state, there was no telling what he'd do. “Vernon, why don't you step out back? I'll
make us a tea, and we can sit and relax for a bit.” She gave his arm a squeeze, “The cool air will
help you feel better.”

Vernon deflated a little and nodded okay, but didn't say anything. After stepping outside,
Vernon paused and took a deep breath. *`Petunia is right,'* he thought, as he tried to
calm down. The cool night air seemed to be working… right up until he spotted Hedwig in her cage
sitting on the corner of the porch. In a flash, the anger came rushing back. In Vernon's mind,
even poor Hedwig was part of his problems. “Ruddy bird! You're as bad as the rest of them
freaks!” He growled, as he marched up to her.

Hedwig was definitely one of the smartest owls around, and she knew trouble when she saw it.
Instinctively, she gripped the perch in her cage tighter, and stayed as quiet as possible.
Unfortunately, neither action did much good. Vernon had kicked the cage, and it along with the owl
inside went flying across the yard.

“And that's what you get… you bloody nuisance!”

Hedwig's cage landed on its side with a dent in it. Hedwig, even after being tossed about,
managed to quickly hope back on her feet. Vernon was on his way over; no doubt to give her another
go. This time however, Hedwig saw her chance to escape; the cage door had popped open. Just as
Vernon was rearing back to kick the cage again, Hedwig hoped out and took flight.

Vernon leaned forward and tried to grab her, but missed, “You'd better run…”

Hedwig quickly disappeared into the night sky. She circled around the house, and silently glided
towards Harry's window. Since it was closed, she landed on a tree branch just a few feet away.
Hedwig took a moment to check things out. Being Harry's familiar, Hedwig knew he would have
left the window open if he had been able to. She didn't want to make any noise, so she
couldn't start tapping on the glass. With the light out, see couldn't see inside either,
even with her eyes. Judging by her own treatment the last couple of days, Hedwig was convinced that
her Harry was in trouble. She have to assume the worst; that he was hurt and needed help. Hedwig
realized in order to do that, she'd have to leave him here alone. Despite the pain in her right
wing, she pushed off the branch and took to the air again. Heading west, Hedwig went in search of
the only other human she trusted.

oOoOo

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25. To Hell with Dumbledore
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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**AN:** Sorry it took so long, but until now I have been unable to access my authors page to
up load. Hopefully, Portkey has fixed the problem for good.

**AN:** So here is chapter 25. I now have a beta, but any errors are still all mine, and if
you'd like to point them out, that would be great. A very special thank you to;
**Dementor149,** for his tireless efforts in helping me with this story.

**AN:** I got a lot of concerned reviews, dealing with Harry's abuse at the Dursleys and
I know it was hard for some to read. Please note that I don't take the subject of child abuse
lightly, but this was a subject that never really got addressed in JKR's work. I am only trying
to bring it into the light, so it can be dealt with appropriately. In this story, the Dursleys will
get what's coming to them.

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**Chapter 25**

**To Hell** **with** **Dumbledore**

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As it turned out, Hedwig had been a little more banged up than she thought when she left Little
Whinging. Her right wing ached as she flew, and after a while she'd have to stop and rest. She
didn't think it was broken, but it still made for a long trip. Stop after stop, she pushed on,
nothing was going to keep her from reaching her destination.

It was just after dawn when Hedwig spotted Hermione's house. She circled around to the side
where Hermione's room was. Her window was closed also, but unlike Harry's, Hermione's
had a small ledge on the outside; perfect for landing on. It was a tight squeeze, especially with
an injured wing, but Hedwig was no ordinary owl. She made her approach and landed gently on the
ledge. After making sure of her footing, she began tapping on the window, anxious to get
inside.

~oOoOo~

Hermione tossed and turned in a restless sleep. It was her worst night yet since returning home.
No sooner would she drift off to sleep, than the dreams would start. Nightmares really, at least
that's how they always ended up. Harry being burned to death, or eaten by a dragon. Falling
into an abyss, never to return. Fleur coming back from the last task holding his lifeless body. But
the worst ones; the ones that woke her in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, were the ones
where Harry died in her arms.

He was beaten bloody, broken and barely alive as she held him. She would do what she could, but
it was never enough. Slowly, the light would leave his eyes as he stared up at her. His last
breath, a mere whisper… “Hermione...” She would tightly clutch his body to her as she screamed to
the heavens of the injustice before waking. Exhausted, she would try to go back asleep again, only
to have a slightly different version play out.

Hermione didn't know why it was happening now, the Tournament was over and Harry was safe…
*“Wasn't he?'* Maybe it was some form of post-traumatic stress syndrome, she
didn't know. The other thing that bothered her, was why she kept having the one nightmare that
repeated. What she did know was, she needed to talk to Harry, and soon.

Because it was almost morning after the last nightmare, Hermione would have normally just gotten
up and gone downstairs, but she needed her rest. She had a busy day planned for later, and so she
rolled over to try and get a bit more sleep. She was finally getting comfortable, and with her head
tucked under the covers to block the early-morning light, she thought she could catch another hour
of sleep. Everything was finally peaceful and quiet… except for that infernal tapping. Tap tap tap…
Hermione's eyes snapped open as she threw the cover off and turned her head towards the sound,
towards her window.

“Hedwig!” She yelled. Hermione never thought the snowy white owl looked so beautiful; Harry had
finally written her.

Despite the early hour and lack of sleep, Hermione flew out of bed and opened the window. What
happened next surprised her a little. Instead of flying over to her perch like always, Hedwig
hopped onto Hermione's arm and gave a weak bark. That definitely got Hermione's attention.
Able to look at Hedwig up close, Hermione noticed two things right off; first, there was no letter,
and second, she looked like she had flown half way around the world and was favoring her right
wing.

Hermione moved her to the perch. “Oh Hedwig, you poor thing, are you hurt?”

Hedwig bobbed her head, “Bark.”

Hermione raised a brow in surprise, “Did it happen on the way here?” Hedwig stomped her feet in
frustration. “At Harry's then?”

“Bark!” Hedwig was starting to get excited.

Hermione stared at Hedwig, wondering what could have possibly happened, *`And why would she
come here.'*

Hedwig started stomping her feet again, as if to say, *`Silly girl, you're not asking the
right questions.'*

Hermione's eye widened as realization set in, “You came here because Harry couldn't help
you…”

“Bark!”

“He couldn't help you because… Hedwig, is Harry hurt?'

“Bark bark bark!” Hedwig nearly fell off her perch, she got so excited.

“He needs help?”

“BARK!”

Hermione jumped up and started dressing, “Okay Hedwig, I'll… well I'm not sure yet…but
don't worry, I'll figure something out.” It only took a couple of seconds and Hermione knew
what she had to do. Turning to Hedwig, she said, “To hell with Dumbledore, I'm going over
there.” Hedwig seemed to relax somewhat at hearing that. “I'll be right back,” she added as she
raced out of the room to wake her parents.

As Hermione burst into her parents' bedroom, she crossed her fingers, hoping she
wouldn't catch them in some compromising position; the kind known to traumatize children of any
age.

Her mother, being the lighter sleeper of the two woke instantly. “Hermione Jane, what have we
told you about barging in here without knocking?” Her mother started sternly, but after seeing the
look of panic on her daughter's face, her tone softened, “Hermione dear, what's the
matter?”

Hermione came to a stop at the edge of the bed, “It's Harry, he's hurt,” she rushed.

After sitting up, Emma nudged her husband awake, and then took Hermione's hands and pulled
down to sit on the bed. “Now, slow down and tell me what happened. How do you know he's
hurt?”

“Hedwig told me,” she replied simply.

Dan Granger thought it was way too early for this conversation, but had to ask anyway,
“Harry's *owl*, told you?”

After Hermione's nod yes, Emma's brow inched upwards, “You can speak to owls?”

Hermione took a deep breath, “Well no, not with words of course. She can… Oh, she showed up here
just a minute ago hurt… and I asked her…” Hermione stomped her foot, not unlike Hedwig had done
earlier. “Oh mum, it's hard to explain, but I know her, and she's very smart. I asked her,
and she told me in her own way.”

Ordinarily, Mrs. Granger would have been hard-pressed to believe it possible, but after having a
few conversations with Hedwig herself, she was inclined to accept the fact that somehow she had
communicated with her daughter.

“Right then, finish getting dressed, and we'll meet downstairs in ten minutes.”

Relived, Hermione gave her mother a quick hug, “Thanks mum, dad,” Then raced back to her room to
finish dressing.

~oOoOo~

From his usual spot across the street from Number Four, Mundungus sat in the shade of an old oak
tree and watched the house without even the slightest interest. His friends; who called him Dung,
said it was the perfect job for him. He could take a nip of fire whiskey whenever he wanted. He
could even lay back and take a kip. There was never anything to do, and no one around to bother
him. Smiling at the thought, Dung reached into his coat and pulled out his flask. As he was raising
it to his lips, a rather expensive looking automobile pulled into the drive at Number Four. While
tipping the flask back to take a sip, Dung watched as a young girl jumped out of the car and ran to
the front door. A second later, two adults; her parents he reasoned, got out and chased after
her.

Dung now watched with growing interest. A few seconds later, he started coughing as he watched
all hell break loose across the street. “Shite…first a dementor, and now this,” he mumbled.

“I don't care who you are, you can't come in!” Petunia yelled.

Hermione, having had enough, pulled her wand and pointed it right between the eyes of the
horse-faced women blocking her way. “I know enough magic, that it will take the healers at St.
Mungo's a month to set you right again.” Taking a half-step forward, and raising her head a
little to accent her point, she continued, “Now step aside, or I'll prove it.”

Petunia stared at the wand as it made tiny little circles in the air just six inches from her
face. Judging by the tone of her voice, and the fire in her eyes, Petunia knew this girl meant what
she said. She only hesitated a moment before stepping out of the way and letting them all in.

Mundungus finally got his wits together. After jumping up, he ran to Miss Figg's house to
use the floo.

McGonagall startled slightly when her foo suddenly roared to life with frantic hollering.
Turning, she found Mundungus yelling for her. “Dung! What on earth is going on to warrant all this
commotion?”

Dung took a quick breath, “It's Potter…he's… no, ah… someone just showed up, demanding
to see him.” After another breath he added, “They're inside now.”

McGonagall turned serious, “Do you know who it was? Were they wizards or Muggles?”

“Didn't recognize anyone, but the girl at least is a witch, I saw her draw her wand.”

“The girl, what'd she look like?” McGonagall asked, though she already had her
suspicions.

Dung rubbed his chin, “Ah, short, long brown hair… and feisty, very feisty.”

“Alright, I think I know who that is,” McGonagall said with relief, “You stay put and continue
to keep an eye on things, and I'll get there as soon as I can.” Then after thinking a moment,
she changed her mind. “On second thought, It's going to take me a few minutes before I can
leave. So call Tonks and have her come right over. Tell her, I'll meet her there as soon as
possible.”

~oOoOo~

Hermione wasted no time as she took off for the stairs, “Which room is his?” She asked without
slowing down.

“First door on the right,” came Petunia's weak reply. While the rest of the Grangers
followed their daughter at a more reasonable pace, Petunia made her way over to the telephone.

When Hermione reached Harry's door, she hesitated, thinking she must be at the wrong door.
The one she was standing in front of, had three locks on it, and there was a cat flap near the
bottom, *`Harry doesn't even own a cat,'* she thought. A quick look around confirmed
it was the first door on the right. Hermione shrugged, thinking it all must have been installed
before Harry moved into the room. Deciding not to dwell on it, Hermione knocked softly on the door.
“Harry… Harry, it's Hermione, can I come in?”

By now, both of her parents were standing right behind her. Hermione gave her mum and dad a
worried look after knocking again and getting no answer. Not willing to just walk away, Hermione
tried the door. In her hurry, she almost bumped her nose when the door failed to open. Turning back
to her mother, “It's locked! Why would it be locked?” Worried more than ever now, Hermione
quickly turned the knobs that unlocked the door, and then pushed it open.

That little feeling in the bottom of her stomach, that had started off with a whisper trying to
tell her something was wrong right after she got home, was now screaming. Something was terribly
wrong. Harry's bedroom window was small and faced west. A large tree just outside blocked most
of the sunlight. So even though it was well after sunrise, Harry's room was still fairly dark.
The next surprise was the stale stench that assaulted her nose; why hadn't Harry opened a
window for some fresh air?

Stepping further into the room, Hermione's eyes immediately sought out Harry. As she scanned
the room, it quickly became apparent, there had been a struggle. The desk chair lay broken on its
side next to a rickety old desk, and the dresser looked like it had been knocked away from the
wall. His bed… *`**Merlin**, is that Harry's bed?'* Hermione could barely
believe her eyes, let alone imagine sleeping on it, it was in such poor condition. An old thin
mattress, with one threadbare blanket and a dirty sheet. Harry had said, that he wasn't treated
well by his relatives. He had even alluded to the fact that he had been abused, and she had seen
his back… *`But that was a long time ago… right?'* She asked herself. Her emotions started
to run wild as she considered the thought, that maybe it had never stopped. Harry had never said
anything, *`No…* *of course not,* *he wouldn't.'* As Hermione moved closer
to the bed, she noticed the sheet wasn't just dirty, it was bloody as well. This wasn't a
child's room, it was something out of a horror movie… or a nightmare!

Hermione panicked, “Harry!” She yelled franticly. Moving further into the room, an unusual shape
in the corner caught her eye. “Harry,” she yelled again as she ran over to him.

Harry was lying in the fetal position with his arms tucked tightly to his chest, facing the wall
and dressed only in his boxers. Hermione dropped down next to him and gently reached out and
touched his shoulder, “Harry?” She called softly. He didn't respond.

Hermione gently rolled him towards her, so she could get a look at his face. Startled by what
she saw, her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a scream. It was now obvious, that Harry had been
beaten. Hermione desperately wanted to do something to help, but she didn't have a clue as to
where to start. Harry was unconscious and needed professional help. Visions of her helplessly
holding him in her arms flashed through her mind, and panic threatened to take hold. Her nightmares
were becoming real, but this time she refused to yield to them. Hermione shook the thought aside,
this time she wasn't alone. Hermione turned desperate eyes up to her parents, “Mum, dad! Help
me… please, help him.”

Mrs. Granger knew a little about child abuse of course, but she never thought she'd come
face to face with it. She also never thought it could be this bad. From where she stood, she could
see that Harry was in terrible shape, and the look on her daughter's face told her, she
wasn't doing much better, at least from an emotional point. Her anger built as she remembered
the conversation she'd had with Dumbledore last summer; he had ensured her that the abuse had
stopped. She'd deal with him later, right now the young boy on the floor needed her.

As soon as he'd seen the locks on the door, Mr. Granger had become suspicious. Now seeing
this poor boy laying bloody on the floor, he had no doubts about what had happened. Being a
dentist, he had taken a course in child abuse and knew what he was looking at. He also knew the boy
needed medical attention immediately, and was already moving to help, even before his little
girl's plea for help.

Mindless of the mess on the floor, Emma dropped down on her knees next to her husband to help.
Being his aid in the office, she was ready to assist him. She almost had to pull Harry away from
Hermione as they laid him out flat on his back to get a better look. “Let us have a look honey,”
she said as she eased Hermione over just a bit. With Dan's help, the three of them managed to
move Harry gently away from the wall and into better light.

Hermione moved over to his other side and took hold of his hand, “He's burning up!”

Emma nodded, “He's definitely running a fever.”

Hermione had already noticed that the scores on his back had gotten worse again. Now seeing the
large black and blue marks on his sides and chest, and his bruised and bloody face; she lost what
little control of her emotions she had left. “Oh, Harry, what have they done to you?” She
whispered, as tears started rolling down her face.

Dan, after making a quick assessment turned to Hermione and said in a reassuring voice, “Well
obviously he been beat up, and we need to get that fever down, but his vitals still look okay.”
Looking back at Harry, he sighed, “What concerns me is, that he's unconscious, and probably has
a few broken bones. It would be dangerous to try and move him by ourselves.”

“Honey, didn't you say he was supposed to take some potions, do you think you could find
them?” Emma asked.

Hermione was grateful for something to do, “Yes, they'd be in his trunk,” she answered as
she got up and looked around, “It's not here.”

“It's… in a cupboard, under the stairs,” came a small, hesitant voice from the doorway.

Hermione turned to face the women, “What, why did you take it away… how long has he gone without
it?”

Petunia wrung her hands together and looked away, “Vernon took it, right from the start. He
didn't want any funny business in the house.”

Hermione, seething with anger, marched up to Petunia so aggressively, the older women took a
step back. “He got hurt at school. It was only medical potions.” Hermione's eyes flashed with
rage promising retribution, “Do you have any idea how much pain you put him through?” Then turning
to her father, she went on ignoring anything Petunia might have said, “Dad, I don't know if
I'll be able to carry it up by myself, can you help me?”

Dan got up, “Stay here and help your mum, I'll be right back.” He gave Hermione's
shoulder a gentle squeeze as he passed by. Finding the cupboard, he undid the latch and opened the
door. As he was pulling Harry's trunk out, he saw the writing on the wall inside, “Harry's
room.” Taking a moment to examine the tiny space, it quickly became obvious that someone used to
sleep here in the cupboard. Shaking his head in disgust, he closed the door and hurried back
upstairs with the trunk.

After setting it down, Dan went through Harry's trunk and pulled out all of the potions.
Talking to Hermione he said, “Honey, there aren't any directions, no note or anything. Do you
know what to do with these?”

Hermione shook her head, “No. Madam Pomfrey probably just told Harry what to do.”

“Well we can't just start giving him potions.”

“Can you contact someone?” Emma asked.

“Without Hedwig I'd have to use magic…” Hermione bit her lip as she looked down in thought.
“Maybe one of his watchers is around. I could go and look for one of them.” Hermione quickly
dismissed the idea, it would take too long, she'd rather risk getting in trouble. She was about
to pull her wand, but stopped when a young woman with pink hair stepped into the room.

~oOoOo~

Tonks Apparated directly into the back garden of Number Four. After the frantic floo call from
Mundungus, she wasn't about to waste any time. It was time she started acting like an Auror,
instead of Dumbledore's puppet. Pulling her wand, she cautiously made her way inside. As she
stepped through the back door, she caught sight of a tall man carrying a Hogwarts trunk up the
stairs. Not recognizing him, she quickly checked the rest of the downstairs, looking for any
others. Tonks wanted to make sure no one snuck up on her from behind. Satisfied everyone was
upstairs, she quietly made her way up to Harry's room.

Peeking into the room, Tonks took in the situation. An older woman was kneeling over Harry, and
appeared to be cleaning a cut. A young girl was talking to the man she just saw, about getting help
while he seemed to be examining some potions. The room itself was a wreck, and she thought she saw
some blood on the bed. But most importantly, Harry looked to be hurt. These people appeared to be
trying to help Harry, *`But who were they**,* *and what the hell happened?'*

With her wand still raised, she stepped into the room.

Dan noticed and looked up, setting the potions down, he asked a little more threateningly than
he meant too, “Who are you?”

Still trying to understand just what was going on, Tonks just stared back and hesitated a second
before answering, “Ah… I'm Tonks. I was watching…” Then quickly regaining her composure, she
began again in a more professional voice, “I'm Auror Tonks and who are you lot… And what the
bloody hell happened here?”

Before Dan could answer, his daughter stood and pointed her wand at Tonks. “You're one of
Dumbledore's watchers, aren't you?” Hermione was getting madder by the second as she slowly
walked towards her. “If you were watching, why didn't you do something?” Hermione pointed to
Harry, “Look at him; he's been beaten nearly to death!”

Tonks averted her eyes away from the angry young girl in front of her to get a better look at
Harry. “Dear God,” she whispered. She had seen enough people injured in her line of work, to know
that Harry was indeed, hurt much worse than she first thought. Tonks turned and trained her wand on
the window, “Expecto Patronum.” As the silvery dog leaped from her wand, she gave it a message,
“Professor McGonagall, we need you and Madam Pomfrey immediately… it's Harry.”

Turning back to Hermione, she shook her head sadly, “I didn't know… I… I had no idea.” Tonks
holstered her wand and moved a little closer to Harry, “Merlin, I thought he was just sleeping all
the time.” Tonks couldn't help but notice that the girl still had her wand trained on her.
“I'm guessing you are Hermione Granger, Harry's girlfriend. I've heard a fair bit about
you.

Hermione nodded, but didn't say anything.

If half the things she'd heard about this girl were true, then she'd probably have her
hands full if she decided to send a curse her way. And by the look in her eyes, she looked as
though she just might. “Look, a lot of people obviously made mistakes here, including me, and
we'll sort that out later. But I'm here to help now, and I'd really appreciate it if
you'd put your wand away.”

As Hermione lowered her wand, Dan asked, “Do you know how to administer these potions?”

Tonks knelt down by the trunk and examined them. When she looked back up, she found three sets
of eyes on her. She wanted to give them some good news, but couldn't. Shaking her head no, she
said dejectedly, “Some of these are unusual, I'd only be guessing. Probably end up doing more
harm than good. Best we wait for Madam Pomfrey, she should be here soon.” Tonks glanced over her
shoulder at Emma, and then back to Dan, “Mr. and Mrs. Granger I take it?”

In an effort to ease the tension, Dan stood up and offered his hand, “Dan, and my wife Emma,” he
said as he ticked his head in his wife's direction.

“Nymphadora Tonks.” At Dan's raised brow, she added, “Yeah, I know. So please, just call me
Tonks.”

Hermione went back to Harry and sat down. As gently as possible she eased his head onto her lap.
She wanted to be strong, but she couldn't help it, as a couple of soft sobs escaped her.

A moment later, the sound of two soft pops announced the arrival of McGonagall and Pomfrey. “Up
here,” Tonks called down.

A few seconds later, both witches walked into the room. Neither seemed too surprised at seeing
the whole Granger family there. However, it was obvious the moment they spotted Harry;
McGonagall's exclamation of “Oh Dear God,” and Pomfrey rushing over to him, made it clear to
all, that neither had expected anything like this.

Pomfrey immediately took charge. She started by levitating Harry back onto his bed, then she
started running diagnostic spells. While Hermione sat with Harry, and watched anxiously.

Hermione's parents, realizing that the healer was far better prepared to tend to Harry moved
out of the way. They went over and stood by Tonks and McGonagall, and watched in fascination as
Pomfrey preformed her magic. Having seen very little real magic ever done, they were both paying
close attention. The fact that it was medical in nature was an added bonus. It was clear, that
Pomfrey was quite concerned about Harry's condition, which caused Dan to turn his attention to
McGonagall. “Please tell me, you had no idea any of this was going on?”

Horrified, that anyone would think she would condone someone being treated like this, let alone
a child, McGonagall answered in a shocked voice, “Heavens no, absolutely not!”

Satisfied, Dan nodded. Then after a quick glance to make sure Hermione was still preoccupied
with Harry, he spoke to the three women standing by him, “When you get a chance, go and look in the
cupboard under the stairs.”

Emma, McGonagall, and Tonks all looked at him in question. Dan nodded towards Hermione, and then
the door.

Tonks seemed to understand immediately and nodded back, before starting out the door. McGonagall
turned and looked at Hermione for a second, then went to follow Tonks. Emma just stared at her
husband with a raised brow, wondering what he was trying to keep from their daughter. She then
decided, the best way to find out, was to go and see for herself.

After reading the diagnostics, Pomfrey frowned. Looking at Hermione, she asked, “Do you know
when he stopped taking the potions?”

“I'm not sure, but I doubt he got a chance to start.” She turned to her father for more
information.

Dan knelt down and examined the potion bottles again, “She's probably right, they all appear
to be full.”

“Thought as much,” Pomfrey sighed, “why is it always you Mr. Potter?” Then she turned her
attention to the young girl across from her. Hermione had tears in her eyes again as she held
Harry's hand. “Miss Granger…” When Hermione finally looked up, she went on, “I need to wake him
in order to administer the first two potions. I wish there was another way, but with these two in
particular, he has to be conscious.” Pomfrey paused as she looked at Harry, “He'll be in a
great deal of pain. Perhaps… Well, I'm not sure you should be here.”

Hermione reached down with her free hand and ran her fingers through Harry's matted hair.
“This is where I belong…” Hermione whispered. The tenderness in her voice, and the passionate
devotion in her eyes, said more than words could ever hope to express. Turning back to Pomfrey she
added with determination, “And this is where I'm going to stay.”

Unsurprised, Pomfrey nodded, “Figured that as well.” She wasn't used to taking orders from a
student, but Hermione Granger was no ordinary student. “Very well, if you're going to stay, you
might as well help.”

Emma had just returned and had heard Hermione's declaration. She couldn't help but be
moved by it. It was more than just a statement of loyalty… it was one of love. Whether Hermione
realized it or not, she didn't know. But for the moment she couldn't have been happier for,
nor prouder of, her daughter.

~oOoOo~

Downstairs, McGonagall and Tonks were talking quietly about the current situation and what
they'd seen, while Petunia stood nervously by the front window looking out.

“I can't believe I was so stupid,” Tonks said dejectedly, “Dumbledore never mentioned
anything about the Dursleys being like this.” Tonks shook her head, “I should have demanded to see
him. I just never imagined anyone could be so cruel.”

McGonagall nodded sadly, “I don't think anyone did… except maybe Hermione.”

“Oi, she's quite the firecracker that one, for a minute there I thought she just might try
and curse me.” Tonks said warily.

McGonagall raised a brow and nodded, “They've gotten close this last year. Always looking
out for one another… with the Tournament and all.”

“Yeah, that's about what Sirius said.” After a pause, Tonks nodded towards the cupboard, “Do
you think Dumbledore knows about any of this?”

McGonagall glanced at the cupboard and then up the stairs, “Some, but the rest, I hope not. I
really hope not, but honestly… I really don't know.”

Tonks nodded in understanding, “Bit of a sticky wicket isn't it?”

“Aye, that it is,” McGonagall said sagely. “With Dumbledore still gone, I'm afraid there
will be a lot of questions left unanswered for a while. However, what I do know is, Harry can no
longer stay here.”

“Are you going to take him back to the castle with you?”

McGonagall shook her head no. Then after staring at the young Auror for a moment said
cryptically, “Actually, I think I have a better idea.”

Tonks smiled and raised a brow, it sounded like things were going to get interesting. However,
before she could ask what the older witch had in mind, the front door flew open.

Vernon Dursley stormed into the living room with all the subtlety of a raging bull. “What did I
tell you freaks about barging into my home?”

In one swift motion, McGonagall turned and flicked her wand, rendering Vernon both silent and
paralyzed. Petunia shrieked, but after a quick look from McGonagall she went silent also.
McGonagall walked up to Vernon slowly, but with a bold confidence and stood in front of him. Tonks
followed and took up a flanking position. The look McGonagall gave to the most reprehensible of
students, paled in comparison to the one she was now giving Vernon. In a low, contemptuous voice,
McGonagall started, “Never in all my years, have I seen such cruelty inflicted on a child. I cannot
think of a punishment worthy enough for you.” McGonagall tilted her head slightly, “I could report
you to the Muggle or magical authorities, I'm quite sure either would have you locked away for
a long time. Personally, I'd send you to the Goblins, and let you shovel dragon shite for the
next twenty years or so.” McGonagall smirked, “Lucky for me, I just happen to have an Auror with
me. After she is done filing her report to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I'm quite
sure the Director will want to have a few words with you. Then, if there is anything left of you
after she's done, I think the Grangers just might want to file a report with the Muggle
authorities. Oh, and if you think Dumbledore might help, will think again, he's out of town at
the moment. So for now anyway, your fate is in our hands.” McGonagall stood to her full height and
pointed her wand right between Vernon's eyes. “And even if Dumbledore does come back, don't
get too excited, I'll not let this Atrocity get swept under the rug… mark my words.”

At that moment, almost as if to illustrate her point, a blood curdling scream came from
upstairs.

Tonks pulled her wand and went to grab Vernon, ready to take him apart. “That's your
doing!”

The only thing that saved him, was McGonagall's out-stretched hand, “He'll get his due,
but not here, and not now.”

Although Vernon couldn't move, McGonagall could see the fear in his eyes. “I'm going to
release you now, and you are going to stand here and be quiet,” she said threateningly as she
released him, “do you understand?”

Vernon wanted to yell, “How dare you?” but he wasn't quite that stupid. He knew he was in
trouble, and these freaks standing in front of him looked more than willing to carry out their
threats. For now, he'd just bide his time. Vernon finally did something smart; he nodded
yes.

~oOoOo~

Once Pomfrey had finished getting everything ready, she turned her attention to Hermione. “After
I wake him, he might get a little wild until he remembers where he is. I want you to hang on to his
hand, and talk to him. Try to reassure him. He could be delirious and not recognize anyone. But
I'm quite sure it will be the sound of your voice that brings him around the fastest.” Pomfrey
eyed Hermione, wondering if she was ready, “Miss Granger… Hermione, even if he ignores you, or
tries to fight you, remember he's not in his right mind, so don't give up and don't…
lose control of your emotions.”

“I understand,” Hermione said solemnly.

“Good. Are you ready?” Hermione simply nodded yes. Pomfrey gave her parents a quick glance; they
looked apprehensive, but ready to help if need be. “Right then…” Pomfrey touched her wand to
Harry's chest and whispered a long incantation.

The effect was nearly immediate. His face quickly contorted in pain, and his arms went stiff.
The fingers on his free hand flexed before clinching into a tight ball. His other hand started to
squeeze Hermione's delicate hand, but stopped short of hurting her. A moment later, Harry
arched his back and let out a loud, tortured scream.

Hermione wanted to cry for him, it was obvious that he was in agony. But she told herself
she'd do that later; after Harry was better, and she was alone. Right now he needed her help,
her strength, not her sympathy. Hermione took his hand in the both of hers and squeezed back. Then
she leaned forward, so she was close to his ear and started talking to him softly. “I'm here
Harry,” she said, “Were going to help you Harry… Hold on, Harry.” Hermione kept at it, consoling
him the best she could.

Harry relaxed a bit for a couple of seconds, “Hermione?” he asked in a weak voice.

Hermione gave a half smiled, “Yes, Harry, it's me… I'm here,” she answered reassuringly.
Reaching up, she softly stroked the side of his face. “Madam Pomfrey is here too Harry, she is
going to help you.”

Harry tried to reach up with his other hand, but it started shaking so bad he had to let it drop
back down. After the wave of pain passed, Harry opened his eyes for a few seconds to look at
Hermione, as if to make sure she was really there. He managed a weak “Hey…” before the pain forced
him to tense up again.

Pomfrey was quite surprised. From what her diagnostics had told her, she had expected him to be
hollering and trashing around from the pain until she had managed to get a pain potion in him. She
couldn't figure out how he was able to endure it. Then looking at Hermione, she quirked a brow…
*`**It has to be her presence**… but how?**'* Pomfrey filed the thought
away for later, right now regardless of the reasons, Harry was stable enough to take the potions,
and she didn't want to make him wait any longer than necessary.

Pomfrey waved her wand over Harry and took another reading. Satisfied with the results, she
nodded, “Good.” Holding a vial she turned to Harry, “Mr. Potter, I need you to take this for me. It
will ease the pain a great deal.” Eyes still closed, he gave her a quick nod. While Hermione helped
him lift his head, Pomfrey tipped the contents of the small bottle into Harry's mouth. A moment
later, the tension in Harry's face eased and he visibly relaxed. “Excellent Mr. Potter.
We'll give that a minute, and then I have a couple more for you.”

A few minutes later after Harry had taken the last of the potion, Pomfrey asked, “Are you
feeling better?”

Harry took a second to think and then opened his eyes, “Yes… much, thank you,” he answered in a
raspy voice.

Pomfrey gave him a rare smile, “Think nothing of it dear.” Standing up, she said, “I want you to
rest for a few more minutes while I go and talk to the Grangers. Then with a knowing look, added,
“It looks like you are in good hands now.”

Harry turned and looked at Hermione. She hadn't let go of his hand, nor had she looked away
the entire time. Harry could tell she had been extremely worried about him, and bothered by what
had happened. With the pain and spasms under control now, Harry reached up and cupped her face.
Even tear streaked, he thought she looked beautiful. Using his thumb, he tried to wipe away the
last of her tears, “Hey now, don't cry… I'm fine now.”

Hermione's voice hitched, “You're not fine Harry, those… monsters almost killed
you.”

“But they didn't… you came.”

Hermione nodded, “Yes,” not trusting her voice, it was all could say.

Harry had expected Dumbledore to come and rescue him, but as he thought about it, he found he
really wasn't all that surprised. Hermione had always been there for him. Far more than
Dumbledore. And as Harry thought more about that, he also found, he preferred it that way.

Harry looked around, then smiled, “I should have known you'd be the one to come.”

“How do you know it was me who got here first?”

Harry stared straight into her eyes with an intensity that pinned her in place, “Because
you're the only one who really cares.”

Even though Hermione was suddenly feeling warm all over, a shiver rippled through her, “Yes…”
she whispered. Trying to regain control of the blood that was making its way to her face, Hermione
took a deep breath and then let a coy smile slowly form as she asked, “Somebody could have told
me.”

“Who… McGonagall, Pomfrey?” Harry challenged.

Hermione's smile grew, “No… Actually, it was a brilliant, white owl.”

“Oh… still…” Harry stopped, the mirth in his eyes gone, replaced with concern, “Is she
alright?”

Hermione squeezed his hand, this was one of the things she loved about him; his concern for
others, even his owl. “She's okay Harry, a little banged up, probably trying to get away from
here, but she's safe now.” As Harry relaxed, she added, “When we get home, we'll make
sure.”

Harry closed his eyes and smiled, he liked the sound of that, *`We…'*

~oOoOo~

Figuring Harry was now awake and through the worst of it, McGonagall was anxious to put her
make-shift plan into action. “Keep an eye on these two, I'm going to check on Harry,” she said
to Tonks, before hurrying up the stairs.

When McGonagall stepped into the room, she couldn't help but smile. Hermione had Harry's
head in her lap again as she ran her fingers through his hair, while Pomfrey worked on healing some
of his other injuries. The Grangers stood off to the side and watched with both concern for Harry,
and with renewed interest in what Pomfrey was doing.

McGonagall moved to stand next to the Grangers. “Healing magic… truly some of the greatest magic
there is,” she said in a low voice.

Mr. Granger turned and looked at her, “Yes, it is truly amazing.”

McGonagall nodded, “And while I know very little about Muggle medicine, I do know there are a
lot of things that can be done with it, that we cannot do with magic.”

Dan raised a brow, “I suppose you're right.” After turning back to watch Pomfrey,
“Wouldn't it be something if we could combine them?”

McGonagall had to agree, “Oh yes, that would indeed be something.” As she continued to watch,
she found herself focusing on Hermione. “You know what else, or I should say, *who else*, is
amazing… your daughter. She probably saved his life. Hermione is an extraordinary young witch; you
should be very proud of her.”

Both Dan and Emma shifted their gaze to their daughter. Dan just smiled at the compliment;
McGonagall hadn't told him anything he didn't already know. Emma however nodded and said
thank you, before adding, “She seemed to know long before today, that something wasn't right.”
At McGonagall's questioning look, she explained, “Kind of the way a mother knows something is
wrong, when she wakes in the middle of the night; only to find a sick child out of bed.”

McGonagall nodded in understanding and then turned back to Harry and Hermione, “They're very
close you know.” She smiled, and then repeated the words she had just told Tonks, “They're
always looking out for each other.”

Dan frowned, “I'm not sure I like that.”

It was Emma who asked, “Why is that dear?”

Dan ran a hand through his hair, “I'm just not sure that I like the idea, of my little
girl's willingness to do *anything* for a boy.”

McGonagall and Emma shared a look, of course a father would worry about *that*. The fact
that he had referred to Harry as “a boy,” and Hermione as a “little girl' was a dead
give-away.

McGonagall turned to face him, “Mr. Granger, I understand your concern, I really do. As their
Head of House, it's something I keep a close eye on. And while they're emotional
relationship is quite mature, I'm certain that neither of them are anywhere near ready for
*that kind* of a physical relationship. Also, bear in mind that *willingness* you speak
of, goes both ways.” At his skeptical look, McGonagall smiled, “Oh yes, I'm quite certain he
would jump off a cliff without question, if Hermione asked him too.”

“Well, let's be glad that Hermione is not prone to making ludicrous requests,” Dan
quipped.

Emma jumped in, “And there's more to it than that. She is not willing to do anything with
just any boy, only him.” Emma could see that didn't help and so tried another approach.
“It's not because she's infatuated with him; she's too logical for that. It's
because she understands him, and trusts him.”

“But still…”

Dan, you know our Hermione is more than just smart, she's a good judge of character. I
really don't think our daughter would do anything for any boy, if she didn't want to.”

Somewhat relieved, Dan smiled, “Yeah, I guess you're right. Lord knows, I've never been
able to get one passed her.”

McGonagall smiled, “Too right, Mr. Granger.” Then turning a little more serious, asked, “Well,
with that settled… I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”

Even before she asked, Emma knew they'd be taking Harry home with them. It was either that,
or leave Hermione here with him, and she sure wasn't going to do that. Besides, they barely
knew Harry; this would give them a chance to really see the young man their daughter was falling
for. Emma also couldn't help but think, that it would be nice for Harry as well. God only knew
how bad his home life had been up till now.

A while later as Dan was helping Harry get dressed, Hermione approached Madam Pomfrey with a
request. “Ma'am, I assume you'll be coming around every so often to check on Harry.”

“Every day for the first week or so, why?”

“I was wondering if you could bring me some books on healing… maybe teach me some as well.”

The art of healing was very sacred, and not something to be taken lightly. Pomfrey had to ask,
“Why?”

Hermione had her arms crossed defensively as she looked down. Speaking clearly, but softly, she
began, “When Harry came back from that wretched graveyard, I was afraid… afraid for him. But I
wasn't alone, I knew you were there, and so was Dumbledore, and more. I knew Harry would get
the help he needed.” Hermione looked up on the verge of tears, “This time, I was alone. My parents
don't really have the proper training for this kind of thing, not to mention the magical
aspect. Again I was afraid for him, afraid he might die. But I was terrified it would happen
because… because I didn't know what to do.” Hermione was crying softly now. “I felt so lost… so
useless.” Hermione wiped angrily at her tears, “I never want to feel that way again.”

Pomfrey was moved by her speech. Even though it took years to become a certified healer, there
was still a lot she could teach in a short time. Things like basic first aid, triage and some
simple healing and diagnostic spells. Furthermore, knowing what might lie ahead for Harry and thus
Hermione by association, she didn't consider it an unreasonable request. Pomfrey put a hand on
her shoulder, “We'll… take care of Harry, and he'll be right as rain in no time. I'll
bring you some books, and I'll teach you as much as I can.”

Hermione saw that she understood, “Thank you.”

As Pomfrey was walking back to Harry, she said over her shoulder, “And I'll expect your
usual work, Miss Granger.”

A few minutes later, a small group left Harry's room and started down the stairs. McGonagall
and Mrs. Granger lead the way while they talked about arrangements. Harry with the help of Pomfrey
on his left, and Hermione on his right, followed behind. Dan, carrying Harry's trunk, was the
last to leave.

It was fairly slow going, as Harry really couldn't walk on his own because he was so weak.
With one arm over Hermione's shoulder, and the other around Pomfrey's waist, they slowly
made their way to the front door. Harry knew his uncle was probably seething with anger and so
tried to keep his eyes down to avoid trouble. But as they were about to pass, he couldn't help
but to steal a glance at the man who had made the last several days a living hell.

Vernon knew he was in a tight predicament and was trying to stay quiet. He kept telling himself,
`Soon they'll be gone, and we'll be rid of the freak for good.' But when Harry looked
up at him when they passed, he couldn't hold his tongue any longer. “Should've thrown you
in the bin that night the old man left your worthless arse on our doorstep,” Vernon spat. He should
have stopped there, but he couldn't, “Yeah, that was a mistake, and not finishing the job last
night was another...”

Like Harry, Hermione had planned on ignoring Vernon, but after hearing his hateful words, she
had to say something. She would have liked to of hexed him; and thought she still might sometime in
the future, but she was currently holding Harry. For now, she'd have to settle for just telling
him exactly what she thought of him. Stopping in front of him, she let loose a torrent of pent-up
anger that she had for the man. “How dare you! You are nothing but a monstrous, evil man. Worse
than the most heinous creature that walks the face of the earth. You should…”

She never got to finish, because Vernon had decided he'd heard enough. Forgetting who else
was in the room, he backhanded the sassy girl hard enough to knock her to the floor.

Pomfrey would later remark, she didn't know where he had found the strength, but somehow
Harry had managed to jerk himself free from her grasp and lunge at Vernon. A half second later, and
Harry had both hands around Vernon's throat, intent on chocking him to death.

For the first time in his life, Vernon was seeing the real Harry Potter. A young man with
powerful emotions. Who when pushed too far, was a dangerous young man. Vernon was suddenly very
grateful that Harry was in a weakened state, for at the moment, he was having trouble breathing.
What scared him more though, was the look in his eyes. Gone was the look of a scared little boy,
afraid to fight back. Replaced by something he'd never seen in him before; a raging anger,
contempt… hate. Vernon finally snapped out of his surprised induced stupor. Reaching up, he grabbed
Harry's hands and pulled them away. A jab to the gut, and Harry joined Hermione on the
floor.

It had all happened so fast. By the time Pomfrey got her wand out of her bag, Harry was already
laying on the floor.

McGonagall and Mrs. Granger had already stepped outside, and by the time they got back in, it
was all over.

Mr. Granger had just stepped off the stairs when he saw Mr. Dursley hit his daughter. He dropped
Harry's trunk and raced for the man who dared strike a member of his family, only to pull up
short as Harry attacked him. A second later after Harry went down, Dan was moving again. This time,
it was an angry pink haired witch who beat him to Vernon.

Tonks gave Vernon a stiff upper cut to the jaw which sent him stumbling backwards. At this
point, she could have used her wand, but she wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. After
a couple of more punches that left him bleeding, she spun Vernon around and slammed him face-first
into the wall.

Emma was helping Hermione up off the floor, while Dan was helping Harry. Vernon watched out of
the corner of his eye, and after spitting out some blood, said, “You're nothing without your
friends, boy.

Harry looked long and hard at his uncle before answering, “Nobody is uncle.” Harry moved over to
Hermione and put his arm around her. He carefully examined the bruise on her face, then turned back
to Vernon. “If you ever lay a hand on her again, I'll finish you.”

“Hmpf,” was all Vernon said.

Dan eyed Harry with new-found respect. Then after a nod of appreciation, he ticked his head
towards the door, “Go on Harry, I'll bring your trunk.”

As the Grangers pulled out of the drive, McGonagall had to laugh. She didn't know who was
smiling harder; Harry for getting away from the Dursleys, or Hermione for having him to herself for
the summer. Tonks looked nervous though, probably because it was her first car ride and all.

McGonagall had told them, that she would wait for another Auror to show up to watch the
Dursleys, and then she had a few errands to run. She said she'd try and stop by around dinner
time, but not to wait for her. Pomfrey went back to Hogwarts, but told them before she left, that
she'd visit later, and check on Harry. Tonks had been happy to go with the Grangers, and
McGonagall promised to get it cleared with her boss, Madam Bones. Tonks only concern, was Remus and
Sirius; they'd want to know what was going on, McGonagall promised to talk with them as
well.

~oOoOo~

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**Always and Forever**

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**Disclaimer:** Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK
Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no
profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.

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**AN:** A very special thank you to; **Dementor149,** for his tireless efforts in helping
me with this story. Also, I have an ill family member. And on top of that, my beta doesn't have
a computer at the moment, so things are going very slowly. However, rest assured, I am still
working on the story will return to regular update as soon as possible. Thanks in advance for your
patience.

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**Chapter 26**

**Fallout**

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By the time Dan pulled into the drive back home, both Harry and Hermione had fallen asleep. They
were leaning against each other in the back seat, Hermione's head on Harry's shoulder. The
scene was so cute, it put a smile on the face of the three adults in the car.

The sound of her father opening his door woke Hermione. Realizing they were home, she roused
Harry, and then quickly turned into a ball of energy. She was eager to get him settled in.
Meanwhile, Emma was introducing Tonks to the Granger residence by showing her around, while Dan
brought in Harry's trunk.

Hermione had helped Harry up to the guest room. Sitting next to each other on the edge of the
bed, Harry slowly looked around, taking it all in. He had slept here once before, but now it looked
like he was going to stay here the rest of the summer. This room for a little while at least, was
going to be his room; a real room. Certainly nothing like his room back on Privet Drive.

“Alright, Harry?” Hermione asked with concern.

“Yeah, just tired,” Harry said softly. After another quick glance around, he added, “I'd
almost forgotten how nice this room was.”

Hermione remembered the first time Harry had spent the night in this room. Back then she really
couldn't fully understand why he thought it was so special. Now after having seen the pitiful
excuse for a room he had grown up in, his reaction made more sense.

“Hey you two, why so glum?” Asked Dan as he peered around the door frame.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and used Harry's excuse, “Just tired.”

Dan nodded, “I see,” he figured there was more to it, but didn't think it was worth pushing.
“Well cheer up, there's someone here who wants to see you…” Dan stepped around the frame and
into the room with Hedwig on his arm.

Troubles suddenly forgotten, Harry brightened, “Hedwig!”

The snowy owl carefully took flight. With one beat of her powerful wings, she flew to
Harry's outstretched arm.

Pulling her in close to take a good look at her, Harry asked, “How are you girl, I heard you got
hurt?”

Hedwig held out her right wing for him to examine, a moment later she slowly flapped it to show
him she was okay before tucking it back into her side.

Harry nodded, “Good, it doesn't look to bad, but I'm going to ask Madam Pomfrey to have
a look at it anyway when she comes by.”

Hedwig squawked, and gave Harry a questioning look.

Harry smiled reassuringly, “I'll be right there. She'll be nice, I promise.”

Hermione moved closer and gave Hedwig a couple of gentle strokes, “We just want to make sure
you're alright is all.”

Hedwig rubbed her head against Hermione's hand and gave a soft bark.

Dan, who was still standing in the doorway, shook his head, “Well if I hadn't seen it with
my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.” Laughing, he added, “Lunch will be ready in about a
half an hour, nothing fancy mind you. Just come on down when you're ready.”

“Okay, Dad.”

“Yes sir,” Harry answered at the same time as Hermione. Then, as soon as Mr. Granger had left,
Harry handed Hedwig to Hermione. Turning to face them, he said slowly and softly, “I want to thank
you both. Hedwig, I was so worried about you. I can't tell you how happy I am that you were
able to escape and find safety here. You have to be the smartest owl in the world to know that
Hermione would be the only one who'd listen to you.” Harry reached out and stroked her breast
feathers. Then looking up at Hermione, “And, if I know you… you started worrying about me the
second day after I didn't write. When Hedwig showed up… well you must have gone spare.” Harry
wrapped his hands around her free one. “I'm so sorry I put you through that. Thank you for
putting up with me, and always running to my rescue.”

“You don't need to thank us Harry, that's what friends do, Hermione said before turning
to Hedwig, “isn't that right girl?”

Hedwig bobbed her head and gave a low soft hoot.

~oOoOo~

A little while later, Hermione was helping Harry to the table for lunch. As she was pulling out
the chair for him, he gave her a weird look. “What?” She asked with a bit of confusion.

Harry smiled, “Shouldn't I be the one pulling *your* chair out?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Honestly Harry, you can barely walk. But if it will make you feel
better, you can return the favor in a few days when you're stronger.”

Harry pursed his lips for a second, then seemingly satisfied with the arrangement, he nodded
okay. Finally seated, he couldn't help but notice, that everyone had a smile on their face…
everyone except Tonks. And every time he'd look her way, she would turn away. Harry didn't
know why, but thought maybe she just felt uncomfortable being around him. Deciding to break the
ice, and hopefully the tension as well, Harry introduced himself, “I'm sorry Miss, but in all
the commotion, I don't think we've been properly introduced.” It was too far across the
table to shake hands, so Harry just smiled, “I'm Harry Potter.”

Tonks looked like a deer caught in the head lights before she managed a reply, “Oh, yes… Sorry
about that.” She took a quick breath, “Of course I know who you are Mr. Potter. I'm… well
I'm Tonks,” she finished reluctantly.

Harry raised a brow, “Just… Tonks?”

First her colossal screw up, and now this awkward introduction. Tonks frowned, this wasn't
going the way she had hoped. She had wanted to make a good first impression when she finally met
him. He was important to Sirius, and Remus; two men she liked and admired. She tried to relax by
taking another calming breath. After letting it out with a sigh, she clarified, “Nymphadora… Tonks,
but for obvious reasons, I only go by Tonks.”

Harry's other brow joined the first. Even though he didn't think it was that big a deal,
he could certainly understand why she might not like her first name. But that didn't explain
why she had been avoiding him. *`Did she think I'd disapprove… or laugh at her?'* Then
Harry's brows came down and scrunched together as he thought, *`Maybe she doesn't want to
be here…'* The idea, that maybe someone was forcing her to stay somewhere she didn't
want to be, *`Just like me,'* bothered him no small amount.

Tonks saw Harry frown. She had hoped to wait and have this conversation in a more private
setting. But Harry had started it, so she could no longer wait. “Mr. Potter… I'm so sorry…”

Now Harry was really confused. What was she apologizing for, and why did she look ready to
cry?

“I was supposed to be watching over you. It was my job to keep you safe.” Tonks choked a bit and
had to clear her throat. “I let you down… I let Sirius down,” she finished in a near whisper.
“I'm a horrible Auror,” then looking down, she added, “your girlfriend was right…”

He wasn't sure what she meant by, *Hermione being right,* but that could wait. Now it
all made sense, she thought it was all her fault. Harry shook his head, he was going to put a stop
to that kind of thinking right now. “Tonks…” When she didn't look up right away, Harry ducked
his head and smirked up at her, “Don't make me call you Nymphadora.” That did it, Tonks head
snapped up. “It's not your fault.”

“I should have known…”

“How… how could you have possibly known? You don't know my uncle.” Harry paused to let that
sink in. “You were told to keep watch from a distance… right?” Harry leaned forward and stared her
in the eyes, “So how could you have known what was going on in that house?”

Now it was Hermione's turn to look down as she fidgeted with her napkin. She realized Harry
was right, Tonks couldn't have known. Hermione felt terrible, she had acted horribly to Tonks.
Hermione sighed, sometimes when it came to Harry, it would seem she had a little bit of a problem
controlling her emotions and thinking clearly. Wanting to set things right without waiting any
longer, she looked up, “He's right Tonks… and for the record, I was wrong, not right. And for
what I said earlier, I'm sorry.”

Surprised, Tonks regarded Hermione a second, before turning back to Harry. “Mundungus maybe, but
I'm an Auror,” she repeated, “I've been trained…”

“They train Aurors how to babysit?” Harry interrupted with an amused look.

Tonks mouth snapped shut. For a moment she thought he might be serious, but after watching him
for a second, she noticed the mirth in his eyes. A quick glance at the grin on Hermione's face
confirmed her suspicions. She didn't get it, why would he joke about this? Tonks turned to the
Grangers, only to find them holding back a chuckle. She shook her head once, and then turned her
gaze back to the couple sitting across from her, “Really? You're trying to take the micky out
of me?” The tension in her face eased, “You're really not mad, you don't hate me?”

Harry's smile grew as he laughed, “No, of course not.”

Tonks eyes moved to Hermione, “He's not having me on?”

Hermione reached up and laced her fingers with Harry's on top of the table. As she answered
Tonks, she turned her head and beamed at Harry, “He's not like that.” A moment later, she
turned back, “If he didn't like you… you'd know it.”

Tonks leaned back and blew out a breath, “Oy, I was going spare thinking you were going to tell
me to sod off at any moment.” Leaning forward again, she continued more seriously, “I still think I
let you down, but if you don't… well I'm just glad you don't hate me rotten.”

This time Harry made the effort. He leaned forward and stretched out his arm as far as he could,
“Let's start over,” lifting his hand up, “I'm Harry Potter,” he said with a friendly
smile.

Delighted, Tonks smiled back, “Wotcher, Harry!”

~oOoOo~

Despite the potions, Harry was still feeling pretty weak, and on top of that, his back would
send him an occasional reminder of how badly he'd been hurt. He needed his rest and so it was
of no surprise to anyone, when he decided to head back upstairs for a nap.

Hermione was also quite tired; having missed a fair amount of sleep in the last couple of days.
Thinking Harry had the right idea, she went to her own room for a nap as well. Before going up, she
made her mother promise to wake her if Harry got up before she did.

Tonks excused herself and headed outside to have a look around. While she was out, she started
setting up wards around the house. She knew, that once Dumbledore showed up, he'd want to put
his own wards up, but who knew when that would be. So for now, hers would have to do. Now that she
knew Harry wasn't upset with her, Tonks could concentrate on her job. Likewise, she could enjoy
some of the Muggle things around her. Even though her father had been a Muggle-born, she had grown
up in a strictly magical home. Tonks smiled to herself, she was going to miss Sirius and Remus, but
she was fairly sure she was going to enjoy staying here with the Grangers.

Finding themselves alone for the first time since early this morning, Dan and Emma enjoyed a
tranquil moment over a cup of tea. They sat in the kitchen and talked quietly about what they'd
seen at the Dursleys, and what they might be able to do for Harry. Since Hermione's first year
at Hogwarts, she had mentioned him in nearly every single letter home. As years passed, his name
seemed to come up more and more, and Harry always figured prominently in her tales from school.
Now, with Harry hurt they were seeing a new side of her; one neither had ever seen before. Hermione
had become very protective of him.

They both were beginning to see exactly what Professor McGonagall had been talking about. About
not only how close they were, but how they watched out for each other. Dan was still a little
conflicted about that, but agreed with wife that in time, he'd figure it out.

~oOoOo~

Poppy watched her old friend carefully as she came in and sat down with a heavy sigh. “Looks
like you could use a pepper upper.”

“Actually, I'd prefer a wee dram… no offence,” Minerva chuckled.

“None taken,” Poppy smiled as she poured two shots of whiskey.

Minerva Raised an eyebrow at how fast Poppy had managed to find a bottle.

“What? It's what I meant… a pepper upper, an adult pepper upper.”

Minerva smiled as she raised her glass, “You're good… To adults!”

“To adults,” Poppy returned. Then she sat there and waited patiently. She knew her friend would
get around to the real reason for her visit soon enough.

“Well… let's see, where to start,” McGonagall looked up at the ceiling for a second, as if
the answer might be written there. Finally, she lowered her gaze and just started, “I stopped by
Grimmauld Place,” she shook her head, “I practically had to stun Sirius to keep him from rushing
out. Fortunately, Remus was there to help me talk some sense into him.

Poppy nodded, “He always was the voice of reason in their group.”

“Too right,” Minerva agreed, “Anyway, we convinced him to wait until tomorrow for a visit. With
the day Harry has had, I wouldn't be surprised if he slept that long.”

“Any news on the whereabouts of the Headmaster?” Poppy asked.

“No. And nobody I talked to had any ideas either.” Minerva saw the look of concern in
Poppy's eye, “I'm sure he's alright Poppy, you know how he is when he's set on
something.” Minerva turned pensive, “What worries me is how secretive he's being. While I was
at the Ministry, I popped in to chat with Amelia.”

“Oh…” Poppy smiled, “And how is our old friend Madam Bones?”

“Busy, as you might well imagine with You-Know-Who about.” Minerva shuddered; just thinking
about that evil lunatic made her blood run cold. “Anyway she's feeling a bit uneasy about
Dumbledore as well. After I caught her up on what happened at the Dursleys, she thinks it's
time to act. She wants to reform the group.”

Poppy shook her head, “Goodness… and what do you think?”

“I think she's right,” Minerva said without hesitation, “In fact, if you can handle things
here for another couple of hours or so…”

“Of course.”

“Then I'll be off. I'm going to talk with a few old friends, starting with Augusta.”

Poppy nodded, “Give her my regards. Oh, don't forget I need to see Harry again tonight.”

McGonagall thought for a second, “Right, I'll stop back by here… around dinner time and pick
you up. Well go together, I need to talk with Tonks and the Grangers anyway.”

~oOoOo~

Sirius tipped the shot glass back and cringed as the Ogden's burned it way down. Although
not as bad as the first three times, *`Or was it four?'* He screwed his eyes shut, and
with a sour look on his face, Sirius slammed the glass down on the table. A couple of seconds
later, he opened his eyes to find Remus smiling at him. “What?” he asked in a rather raspy
voice.

“You planning on showing Harry what a Merlin sized hangover looks like, or are you…” Remus
paused at the look on his friends face.

Sirius stared at the glass still in his hand, “I let him down Remus… again.”

Remus sighed, they had visited this line of thought several times in the last few days, it was
quickly becoming an old conversation. “A lot of people have, myself included,” he reminded him.
They sat in silence for a moment, then he added, “But tomorrow we'll set things right… or at
least start to.”

“Tomorrow,” Sirius said with a nod.

~oOoOo~

With a little help from Tonks, Emma was just putting the finishing touches on dinner when a
bleary-eyed Hermione shuffled into the kitchen.

“Good morning Honey!” Dan said with extra enthusiasm.

Hermione stopped and gave her father a look that clearly said, *`I know you think you're
funny… But I don't.'*

Dan chuckled, “Have a seat Pumpkin, want some tea?”

Hermione nodded with a soft smile as she sat down, “Yes please.” She wasn't actually mad at
her father, in fact she loved his sense of humor.

A moment later, Dan watched as two soft pops from the backyard had Tonks abandoning her spot at
the stove and heading for the back door. Turning to his daughter, he couldn't help but study
her. Hermione had gone from sleepy, complete with bed tossed hair, to hyper alert with her wand out
in less than a second. After a shared look with his wife, he knew she had seen the change as well.
Dan had to wonder if she had always kept her wand with her when she was at home, or had she only
started since Harry's arrival.

After seeing who it was, Tonks did a quick check around the yard to make sure they weren't
followed, then offered a warm hello, “Wotcher, Professor, Madam.”

Happy that Tonks was taking her job seriously, McGonagall gave her a quick smile, “Evening
Tonks, is everybody up?”

“Everybody except Harry, he's still out. Poor guy was pretty knackered,” Tonks answered as
she followed them inside.

McGonagall stopped just short of the kitchen table with a brow raised in mild surprise; she
wasn't used to being greeted at wand point by a student, “Miss Granger?”

Hermione smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, Professor.” Then, leaning to the right a little to look
around her Head of House she added, “Evening, Madam. Harry is asleep upstairs.”

Pomfrey gave her old friend a knowing look before stepping forward. “Good evening everyone. Miss
Granger, would you care to assist me upstairs, or are you still too tired?”

Hermione stood, “Not at all.”

Pomfrey nodded, “We won't be long,” then gestured for Hermione to lead the way. *`It seems
she is indeed serious about learning some healing,'* she thought as she followed the young
girl up the stairs.

McGonagall handed Tonks a letter, “It's from Madam Bones,” she said, answering Tonk's
unasked question. Then after a glance around the kitchen she frowned, “Oh, I'm so sorry, I
didn't mean to interrupt your dinner.”

Emma waved her off, “Don't be silly, we haven't even started yet… in fact, why don't
you and… Poppy isn't it, stay and join us.” When it looked as though Minerva might decline, she
went on, “I'm sure you've had a very long day, and I'm willing to bet you haven't
eaten a thing… so please, have a seat.”

Dan thought that was a great idea, it would give them a chance to talk. “That's a wonderful
idea,” he said eagerly.

McGonagall studied their faces and easily concluded they were sincere. “Thank you, that's
very kind of you.”

Emma brought over a kettle of hot water to the table, “Why don't we have some tea while we
wait for the others to join us. Dinner will hold for a while yet.”

McGonagall smiled as she poured herself some tea, she was really beginning to like the Grangers.
Although she thought she shouldn't have been too surprised by that; they were Hermione's
parents after all. “Well dinner might hold, but it smells so good, I'm not sure I'll be
able too.”

Dan laughed, “My wife does have a talent.”

“Hey, I helped too you know,” Tonks added jokingly.

After giving Tonks a nod of appreciation, McGonagall turned more serious, “Perhaps we could use
this time to talk about more… delicate things.”

“Something you'd rather the children didn't hear?” Dan asked.

“No not really, just a few details that I thought you might be more comfortable talking about
alone.”

After a glance at his wife, Dan nodded, “Okaaayy…”

“Obviously, Harry can't go back to the Dursleys, and while the castle might be possible, it
is far from ideal. However, if he were to stay here with you for the summer…”

Emma cut in, “Of course he can stay here. We'd love to have him.”

McGonagall paused a moment to let Emma's enthusiasm cool a bit. “That is a very gracious
offer, but there are things you should know before committing yourselves.” At their questioning
looks, she asked, “What do you know of a dark lord referred to as
`He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.'”

“Hermione mentioned an evil wizard who had attacked Harry during the Tournament; is that who you
are referring to?”

“Yes, the same.” For the next twenty minutes, McGonagall went on to explain some of the history
between Harry and Voldemort. She didn't elaborate on the cruelness of Voldemort, or his
followers, but she make it clear that he was dangerous. McGonagall certainly didn't want to
scare them, or give them the wrong idea about the situation, but at the same time she wanted to
make sure they knew what they were potentially getting themselves into.

Emma didn't care. All she saw was a small boy who desperately needed their help. Dan
however, was beginning to feel uncomfortable again about having Harry living in his home.

“So, having Harry here presents a danger to my family.”

“No it doesn't.” Everyone turned to the sound of the voice, to find Hermione standing in the
doorway with Poppy right behind her. The look on her face, her stance, all spoke volumes, far more
than her words. They brokered no argument. “It's true, Voldemort is after Harry.” Tonks
cringed, and to her credit, McGonagall only flinched a tiny bit. It had been the first time she
herself had spoken that name aloud. She had agreed with Harry about the ridiculousness of fearing
to speak his name aloud, and now wanted to set a good example.

“However, where ever Harry stays he will be well protected,” Hermione glanced at Tonks as if to
illustrate her point. “And if he stays here, we'll be well protected.”

“But if he isn't here we won't need protection,” Dan countered.

“Actually, that's not true,” Hermione started, “I'm a Muggle-born… or as he would call
me… a Mudblood.” Hermione raised a hand to stop the comment from McGonagall, “Sorry Professor, but
they should know.” Turning back to her parents, she explained, “It's a derogatory term. There
are some in the wizarding world that feel your *blood* status should make a difference. That
it should separate wizards into different classes. Purebloods, half-bloods, and then finally,
Muggle-borns. Some purebloods consider themselves superior to others, especially Muggle-borns.

Emma's eyes flashed with anger, “Doesn't that bother you, why do you put up with
it?”

“Mum, of course it bothers me, but prejudice isn't exclusive to the wizarding world.
Besides, most wizards don't feel that way, certainly not the ones that are important to
me.”

“So basically, we're in danger either way,” Dan grumbled.

“Yes and no,” Hermione answered. “Voldemort has only just returned. I expect he will take his
time, lay low for a while so to speak. If I were him, I'd want to get current on things, find
out what's been happening in the world. Find out where I stood before I made any drastic
moves.” Hermione looked down and sighed, “I doubt we'll hear from him for a while.” Looking
back up, she said with more determination, “We need to use our time wisely. We need to be
ready.”

Hermione paused a moment to let her words sink in. “Also, I doubt Voldemort would think to look
for Harry here. And if he did, he'd probably have a little more trouble finding us in the
Muggle world. He'd have to dirty his hands a little.”

“And if he does?” Her father asked.

“Then as I said before; we're better off with Harry here,” Hermione replied.

“Yes, better protected you said, but is it enough? Is it worth it?”

Hermione smiled, “We're stronger together.”

Dan and Emma both nodded. Dan thinking of the phrase `Together we stand, divided we fall,'
while Emma knew from her daughter's smile that she meant herself and Harry.

Hermione turned to McGonagall, “And I'm sure that if things start to heat up, more help will
be available. Right Professor?”

“I would think so,” McGonagall answered somewhat reluctantly. She would have rather have stayed
silent, and not have interfered with a family matter.

Hermione noticed how uncomfortable the question had made her favorite teacher, “I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to put you in the middle.” After McGonagall gave her a curt nod, she moved further
into the kitchen and sat down at the table across from her parents. “Voldemort is bound to know
that I'm Harry's girlfriend, or at the very least, that I'm important to him. So no
matter where Harry ends up staying, I'll still be a target.”

Dan turned to his wife to gauge her reaction to all this. While she seemed surprised, she
didn't appear to be very upset. Turning back to his daughter with concern clearly written on
his face, he said in a low voice, “I wish you had told us all this sooner. Been more… frank with
us.” It was clear he was upset and a little disappointed in her.

Hermione reached across the table and took hold of her father's hands. “Daddy… I never meant
to deceive you.” She shook her head slightly, “Until recently… until Harry came back from that
horror of a last task, nobody knew Voldemort was back.”

“Well now you know,” Dan said coolly, “so why stay, why risk your life? Let's just
leave.”

Hermione blinked, she hadn't expected her father to say something like that. But before she
could respond, her mother interrupted.

Run… Hide?” Emma asked, also more than just a little surprised at her husband's words.

“Yes… if it would mean you both would be safe.”

“Daniel…”

Dan winced, his wife only used his full first name when he had done or said something
foolish.

“Where can we go where we'll truly be safe? We'd be completely on our own, always
looking over our shoulder.”

“I hardly think this guy is crazy enough to follow us to another continent.”

Emma nodded, “Maybe not, but still… leave our home, our family and friends. That seems a little
selfish. Who's to say he won't go after them to spite us?” Emma sighed, “Honey, we have
obligations. If we prepare, take precautions… I honestly think we'd be better off here.”

Dan was well aware of his *obligations*. As far as he was concerned, his first was to his
family. However, after a glance at his wife and daughter, he knew what obligations she was
referring to. They had an obligation to help others in their time of need, even if it meant
fighting for them. Words like honor, loyalty, and duty were no stranger to him after serving in the
military. Plus, he had to admit, it made his heart swell with pride seeing his little girl ready to
stand up and fight for what she believed in.

Dan looked down and sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Then, after coming to a
conclusion, he looked back up and nodded. “You're right of course. I… I just can't help but
worry is all. It's supposed to be my job to protect the family.” Staring at Hermione, his only
child… it was his turn to give their joined hands a squeeze, “Don't worry, Pumpkin, we'll
stay here… and Harry will stay with us.”

Hermione got up and went to stand behind her father. Bending over she rested her head on his
shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Like McGonagall, Tonks had realized that this was a family conversation, and so had stayed
quiet. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but marvel at the simple ease in which they interacted
with each other. All held respect for the others, and more importantly, their opinions. Even
Hermione's voice was heard, and what she had to say was considered seriously. It was quite
different from her own home life; her mother was very intimidating, and there was a fair bit more
yelling. And she was quite certain, that even now, her voice would hardly be heard, yet alone taken
seriously.

Emma smiled, “Well, I'm glad that's settled.” Then looking around, “Where were we?”

McGonagall smiled, happy that they had resolved their concerns for now. Turning to Pomfrey, she
asked lightly, “So, Poppy, how *is* the boy in question?”

Poppy chuckled as she pointed to Hermione, “I'll let my very capable assistant tell
you.”

Hermione felt a little heat rise up her neck as everyone turned to hear her answer. “Well,
he's responding to the potions nicely, and his wounds are healing quickly. He'll probably
sleep through the night. So far, it looks as though he'll make a full and quick recovery.”
Hermione looked to Pomfrey as she finished to make sure she hadn't left anything out.

Pomfrey gave her a single nod, telling her she had said all that needed to be said. Then looking
around she said with a bright smile, “If she keeps this up, I may be out of a job soon.”

“I've been saying that for the last couple of years,” McGonagall deadpanned.

Seeing her daughter start to turn red as everyone around the table laughed and nodded in
agreement, Emma stood and said in a cheery voice in an attempt to change the topic, “That's
good to hear, Honey. However, if he won't be coming down for dinner, maybe I should go ahead
and get dinner on the table.”

Tonks jumped up eager to help, almost knocking over her chair, “Sorry.” Then as she moved more
slowly to the counter, she finished, “I'll set the table.”

Emma said over her shoulder as the young witch approached, “Remember what I said dear.” Tonks
just smiled sheepishly and nodded.

Hermione arched a brow at the exchange and looked to her father for an explanation. All she got
was a shrug, apparently he didn't know any more than her.

Returning to the table with a platter of food, Emma asked, “Harry will be up for breakfast,
won't he?”

“Oh, I do believe so. And if you don't mind I'd like to come back tomorrow and check his
progress.” Poppy answered.

“Of course not, you're welcome here anytime.”

“Mrs. Granger…” McGonagall started.

“Please, Professor, just Emma.”

“Very well, then please call me Minerva.”

Emma smiled, “Wonderful.”

“Emma, Madam Bones is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She was hoping to
visit. Would you mind terribly if the two of us tagged along with Poppy tomorrow?”

Emma glanced at her husband, who just shrugged, “Not at all.”

~oOoOo~

“Sirius, will you sit down before you wear a grove in the floor,” Remus pleaded, as he rubbed
his temples. It was way too early in the morning to be so full of energy.

“She should have sent word by now,” Sirius snapped, “she knows I'm waiting here
patiently.”

“Patiently?” Remus asked with a smirk.

“Oh, sod off Moony,” Sirius said with a half-smile of his own. “She's probably just getting
even with me.”

“I don't think she'd do that to Harry… you, sure… but not Harry.”

“Hey, whose side are you on here?”

“I'm not on anyone's side, but I still don't think it was a good idea to prank her
and then ask for a favor.”

Sirius made a face, “Yeah, bad timing on my part.” He loved his little cousin, but when the
perfect opportunity came along to prank her, the old marauder in him just couldn't resist.

“Padfoot,” Remus called, regaining his attention, “She's probably just busy. I'm sure
things are still a little hectic over there.”

Deep in thought, Sirius nodded slowly.

Moony looked away and smiled, “You know, she's growing quite fond of those two. I'm sure
she realizes Harry would like to see his godfather, as much as you want to see him.”

Sirius leaned back and eyed Remus for a second, “They are not the only ones she seems to be
growing fond of.”

“Oh please, don't go getting all big brother on me,” Remus said as he took a sip of tea.
“Yeah, we get along good. And yeah I think she's nice… but we're just friends.”

“Right…” Sirius said plainly. “Well anyway, I'll not sit around here all day. Word or not,
today I'm going to see my godson.”

~oOoOo~

Hermione slipped into the room quietly so as not to wake Harry if he was still asleep. Standing
next to his bed, she just watched him sleep for a moment. He looked so relaxed. The tension that
had marred his face was gone for the first time since the end of the Tournament. Harry finally
looked at ease, and the thought made Hermione smile.

Madam Pomfrey would be here soon, and she didn't want her to think that she wasn't up to
the task of helping her take care of Harry. Having promised Madam Pomfrey, that she'd check on
Harry first thing in the morning, Hermione raised her wand and held it over Harry. After a short
moment of concentration, she began to move it in one of the most intricate patterns she had ever
learned, while reciting an equally difficult spell. A moment later, several numbers floated above
Harry. They told her, he was doing better… much. Both his physical, and magical strength were up
quite a bit higher. He still had some pain from his back, but the potions were doing a good job of
masking it.

Hermione was about to leave, but hesitated, and then finally changed her mind. She wanted… or
maybe needed to stay a while longer. Sitting down, she again found herself watching him sleep.
Thinking about the wounded boy lying in the bed right in front of her, Hermione couldn't help
but think that despite all the adversities in his young life, he was growing into an outstanding
young man. If anyone had a right to be angry and bitter, and mad at the world, Harry did. And when
one considered his past; all the turmoil, pain, and loss he had experienced, they would be
hard-pressed to blame him for feeling that way. But Harry wasn't like that. Sure, under the
right circumstances, he could lose his temper, get angry, and even lash out, but so could anyone
else. Hermione honestly thought Harry was one of the most caring and selfless individuals she'd
ever meet. Harry had a gentle soul… she was certain of that.

Leaning forward, she couldn't help herself. She reached out and gently ran her fingers
through his hair. There wasn't much more she could actually do for him at the moment, so she
busied herself with trying to tame his wild hair. It was more for her sake than his. She needed the
reassurance that came with a touch.

Harry slowly began to wake. On the verge of consciousness, his first thoughts were of how warm
and comfortable he was. Next, it quickly became obvious he wasn't alone. A moment later and he
knew who it was, “Morning Hermione,” he said softly, just before he opened his eyes.

Hermione smiled. The last couple of days had been particularly hard on her. First worrying about
him, and then actually finding Harry in such a horrible state. The last week had really taken its
toll on her. How he had known it was her, she didn't know, and to Hermione, it didn't
matter. He had thought of her first, and that warmed her heart. Without even knowing it, he had
acknowledged her fears, and thanked her for her concern. Sliding her hand down to cup his face, she
said just as softly, “Morning, Harry.”

Harry couldn't image a better way to wake up. “You're up early.”

Leaving his hair as a lost cause, she moved her hand down to his, “Yeah... How are you
feeling?”

“Better… Loads actually,” Harry said slightly surprised. Then added, “Maybe a little
hungry.”

Hermione smiled, “Good, that's a good sign, and it matches your scan.”

One eyebrow rose as he studied Hermione, “My scan?”

“Yes silly. I did one just a few minutes ago, before you woke up.”

“Did you now?” Harry asked teasingly. His expression changing from mild surprise, to amused.

“Yes, I did. Madam Pomfrey taught me how last night before she left.” At Harry's growing
smile, she had to ask, “What…?”

“You… You never stop learning new things.” Harry gave her hand a squeeze to let her know he
meant it in a good way. “Well, I guess I'll just have to add nurse to the list of things you do
for me.”

“Well if you'd stop getting hurt…” Hermione stopped suddenly, realizing it was rarely his
fault. “I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean…”

Harry raised his free hand to stop her from going on, “It's all right Hermione. I know what
you meant.”

Hermione looked down for a second then looking back up, she nodded and said, “Well, why
don't you get dressed. I'll be back in a few minutes to help you down stairs and we'll
see what's for breakfast.”

“Okay…” Harry started, “Hermione… how were you able to do magic and not get in trouble?”

“Oh, that's actually quite interesting,” Hermione began, her mood quickly returning to
normal.

“According to Madam Pomfrey, anyone can use healing spells anytime, as long as they make an
effort to keep the statue of secrecy.”

Harry nodded, “Ah, I see. That does make sense.”

Hermione stood to leave, so Harry could have some privacy. “Think you can manage on your own?”
She asked with a cheeky smile.

Harry put on his most concerned face, “I don't know, the shower might be a bit tricky.”

Hermione started to blush, then noticed the mirth in his eyes. She bent down and gave him a
short, but tender kiss. Then said with a smirk, “Well if it does, do let me know… and I'll send
in Mum to help.” At his scandalized look, Hermione smirked, and left the room laughing.

~oOoOo~

It was barely six-thirty when Dan walked into the kitchen. During the week he was always the
first up. It was how he liked to start his day. Get up early while the house was still quiet, make
some coffee, and enjoy the morning paper. Then a bit later, he'd make breakfast for the girls,
as he liked to call them. Sometimes he'd cook a big spread, while other times he'd keep it
simple and just make toast and cereal.

His wife would normally come down around seven, preferring to get an extra hour of sleep before
rushing off to their practice. Hermione would come down around seven also, she didn't like
waking up to an empty house. Dan had to wonder how their little routine would change now that Harry
was here.

Today was starting off differently already. When he woke this morning, Emma's side of the
bed was already empty. After getting ready and heading down stairs, he wasn't surprised to find
his wife talking softly to Tonks over a cup of coffee. “Good morning ladies, you two are up early,”
Dan said as he sat down next to his wife.

“Wotcher, Mr. Granger,” Tonks said easily.

Dan smiled, “Tonks, you're going to be here awhile… please, call me Dan.”

“Thanks… Dan,” Tonks said smiling back, “well, I'd better go and check the wards. Can we
talk some more later Emma?”

“Of course dear, any time.”

After Tonks had left, Dan remarked, “You two seem to be getting along. Lots of girl talk I
suppose.”

“Yes, I suppose,” Emma smiled, she knew her husband was fishing, “she's a charming young
woman. I'm really beginning to like her.” Emma took a sip of coffee and then explained some
more, “She comes from a good home. Her father adores her. And I'm pretty sure her mother does
too… but I get the impression she is very strict and maybe somewhat demanding. I'm sure she
means well and all. The problem is, she doesn't know how to talk to her, you know, mother to
daughter. Tonks told me she tries, tries real hard to please her, but she get nervous and ends up
making a mess of things. Said she can barely walk properly around her. Poor thing.

Dan sat quietly and listened, nodding his head occasionally to acknowledge a point.

“And now,” Emma continued, “she thinks she's starting to fall for a guy she works with. She
just wants someone to talk to, someone who might understand.”

This was one of the things he loved about his wife; her eagerness to help others. *`Probably
where Hermione gets it from,'* he thought. “Well she's come to the right person
then.”

Dan got up and took his cup to the sink. “Well, I best be off, no telling what manner of chaos
the clinic will be in after yesterday. I'll just check in, make sure things are running okay,
then, I'll come right back. I'd like to be here when that Madam Bones shows up.” After
kissing his wife goodbye, he started for the front door. “Tell the kids I'm sorry I missed
them, but I'll see them shortly.”

Harry and Hermione had just made it down the stairs in time to hear his last remark, “Morning
Mr. Granger,” Harry called after him with a chuckle.

Dan spun around and smiled, happy his little girl had made it down in time to see him off… even
if he was only going to be gone for a half an hour.

“Oh good, I'm glad you made it down, Pumpkin; I hate to leave without saying goodbye. And
you Harry, you're looking much better. How do you feel lad?” Dan asked as he slowly made his
way back to them.

“Better, Sir.”

Dan turned an appraising eye on Harry and gave him a quick look over. He may not have a wand,
but he was still pretty good at judging someone's health with a careful look. Finally, he
smiled, “Good,” he said, “Not much a good night's sleep won't help.” Then after a wink to
his daughter, he added, “And a good nurse.”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him to get back for the teasing, then shook her head and
laughed, “Honestly Daddy, aren't you late for work?”

Now it was Dan's turn to laugh. As he walked out the door, everyone heard him say to
himself, “More and more like her mother every day.”

~oOoOo~

After breakfast, Harry insisted on helping to clean up, but all Hermione would let him do, was
clear the table. A few minutes later as Hermione and her mother were joining Harry at the table,
Dan returned from the office. No sooner had he sat down with a fresh cup of coffee, than Tonks
walked in. Her normal cheery disposition gone, replaced with a look that was all business. The
reason was soon obvious. Following just behind her was an older women; a witch judging by her
dress. She moved with a purpose, as if she was on a mission; *`Maybe she was,'* Harry
thought. As she entered the kitchen, an air of importance entered with her. After a quick glance
behind her to McGonagall, Harry also couldn't help but think, that as far as stern looks went,
she had his head of house beat.

Tonks stepped aside. “Mr. and Mrs. Granger, may I present Madam Bones; The Head of the
Department of Magical Law Enforcement,” Tonks said as she gestured to her supervisor. “I believe
you were expecting her, along with Professor McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey.”

Emma got up, walked over to her, reached out her hand, and said warmly, “Madam Bones, welcome to
my home.” Then after a polite handshake, she motioned for them all to follow her to the table.
“Please join us. I'll get some more coffee, or would any of you prefer tea?”

Bones was impressed. Rarely did she receive such a pleasant welcome at a stranger's home,
especially a Muggle's home. A glimpse at the *`I told you so,'* look on
McGonagall's face, helped her to believe the sentiment was genuine. In a more relaxed tone, she
said, “Thank you, that would be lovely, and coffee sounds great.”

Tonks, being fairly new to the Auror program figured the following discussion was probably well
above her pay grade and so started to leave, “I'll just be out back.”

Bones turned to her, “Please stay, Auror Tonks, some of this concerns you as well.”

“Yes ma'am,” Tonks was surprised, but schooled her emotions well.

Harry couldn't help but notice that when Tonks sat down, she went all the way around the
table to sit next to Emma. Harry smiled, she was acting like him; like he did with Hermione. When
things got serious, he liked being next to her. She gave him strength, courage… confidence. Tonks
must have felt something similar with Hermione's mum.

After exchanging a few pleasantries over coffee, McGonagall stood to leave. She knew her friend
had a busy schedule and didn't want to keep her from it. “Well, unless you have some more
questions for Poppy or myself, we should be on our way.”

“Thank you for your time, Minerva, Poppy. It was nice talking with the two of you, even if it
was mostly business.”

Poppy stood and turned to Hermione, “Before I go, Miss Granger, may I ask how *our* patient
is doing this morning?”

Bones raised a brow, it seemed the surprises were still coming this morning. Little did she
know, this would pale in comparison to the next one.

Hermione stood and faced Pomfrey, and then with typical Hermione precision gave her report.

Pomfrey nodded once, “Excellent, keep up the good work. And Harry, make sure you take your
potions on time.” Looking at Hermione again, she finished, “Send word Miss Granger, if you have any
questions.”

Hermione stared at her for a second astounded, “Aren't you going to check my scan?”

“Do you have reason to believe you made a mistake,” Pomfrey asked simply.

“No ma'am.”

“And neither do I,” Pomfrey said matter-of-factly, then added as she started to follow
McGonagall out, “I left you that reading material you asked for on the back counter, please return
it to me when you're done with it.”

“Yes ma'am,” Hermione said as she sat back down slightly dumbfounded.

Harry padded her arm and smiled, “Honestly, what did you expect?”

Bones eyed the young girl sitting next to Harry. If half the things Minerva, or even her niece
had said about her were true, then the conversation they were about to have should prove
enlightening. “Before we begin,” Bones started, “If at any time, any of you begin to feel
uncomfortable, or would like to continue the discussion privately, please let me know. It is not my
intent to upset anyone.” After getting nods of understanding from everyone, she started. “Now,
thanks to the report from Auror Tonks, and my earlier conversations with McGonagall and Pomfrey, I
have a fair idea of what happened since school let out. What I'd like to do here is fill in
some of the missing pieces, and of course, hear your side of the story.” She looked around to make
sure everyone was following before going on. “If at any time a thought occurs to you, or you
remember something that hasn't been brought up, please speak up, even if I'm talking to
someone else. I like you to think of this as more of a fact-finding conversation, than an
interrogation.”

Focusing her attention on Harry, she asked, “Mr. Potter, I'd like to start by asking you
some questions about the Dursleys; what they're like, and how they treated you. I'd also
like to talk a little about the Tournament…”

Much to Harry's relief, Madam Bones didn't ask him too many questions, nor did she ask
anything too personal. The two things that did seem to stand out, were her interest in
Dumbledore's part in all this, and how little she had known beforehand, especially considering
she had an Auror watching him.

Tonks was quick to point out, that up until the day of the rescue she had no idea about any of
the abuse, and that she had seen no laws broken. Therefore, since she was essentially moonlighting
for Dumbledore, there was no reason to send any reports.

Madam Bones turned to the Grangers next. She asked a few questions to fill in the missing
details from yesterday, but again it didn't take long. She was about to move on when she
noticed that Emma had tears in her eyes. Clearly she was upset about something. Catching her eye,
she asked softly, “Mrs. Granger?”

Emma stared back at Madam Bones, she knew she had to say something. She slowly turned her gaze
to Harry, then Hermione, and finally she turned to her husband. Understanding what she was silently
asking, Dan nodded yes. Emma turned back to the children, “Harry, remember your birthday last
year?” After Harry slowly nodded yes, she went on, “After your visit, my husband and I became very
suspicious of your home life. It was easy to see you wouldn't feel comfortable talking about
it. Not with us anyway; you hardly knew us after all. We didn't say anything to either of you,
because we didn't want to upset you. We had hoped that maybe all that was in the past, but we
couldn't be sure.” Emma's tears were now rolling down her face. “Harry, we were so worried
about sending you back there, but we also didn't want you to think we were interfering in your
life, and we certainly didn't want to make things worse. We decided to write your Headmaster.”
Emma turned to Madam Bones, “He said it was a delicate situation, but that he'd look into it.
He promised us Harry would be safe.” Looking back at Harry again she pleaded, “Harry, I'm so
sorry I didn't talk to you first, and more importantly, I'm sorry I didn't make sure
Dumbledore was doing everything in his power to protect you. I should have followed up. I hope that
someday you'll forgive me.”

Harry got up and walked somewhat unsteadily around the table to Emma. Getting down on one knee
so he was more eye to eye with her, Harry said gently, “Mrs. Granger don't cry, there is
nothing to forgive. You and Mr. Granger didn't do anything, that any good parent wouldn't
have done, and you've both been so kind to me.” After glancing at Hermione for a second, he
smiled and said, “Like your daughter, you're very perceptive. You were right about me not
wanting to talk about it. In fact, I probably would have begged you to just forget it.” Harry could
see she was still upset, “I tell you what; if you promise not to get so upset about my past,
I'll promise to be more open with you and Mr. Granger in the future.”

Emma surprised Harry by suddenly pulling him into a tight embrace. After she released him, she
said, “I promise.”

Harry smiled, “Good, then I do too.” As he went to stand, he felt a small hand on his arm
helping him up. Turning around, he found a misty-eyed Hermione helping him back to his seat.

Dan watched his daughter help the young man back to his seat and thought, there was far more to
Harry Potter than what one normally sees on the surface. And judging by what he'd just
witnessed, he'd wager most of it was good. He knew his wife had been upset for quite some time,
and in a matter of seconds Harry had eased her worries and put her worse fears to rest. Catching
his eye after he had sat back down, Dan tipped his head and gave him a nod of appreciation.

Madam Bones was wearing a rare smile, then getting back to business, she asked, “Mrs. Granger,
what exactly do you mean by, *`I should have followed up'*?

“I told Mr. Dumbledore that I wanted to let someone in child welfare know, so they could have a
record of it, maybe do something he couldn't. Plus, my husband, as a doctor, is obligated by
law to report such things.” Emma sighed, “But he insisted on handling everything himself. He
didn't want the Muggle authorities involved. When I persisted, he promised to let someone in
the Magical law enforcement know… you I suppose.”

Bones nodded, “Yes, I would have been the one he should have come too, but he didn't. The
first time I heard the name Dursley, was yesterday.” Bones shook her head, “Did you think of
contacting the Ministry directly?”

“Yes, but we really didn't know who to tell, and Harry being who he is… well we didn't
want to just tell anyone. Also; no offence, but the Ministry in not very Muggle friendly.”

“None taken, you're absolutely right. I'll give you a Muggle address that will see your
letter sent directly to me, if you have any further questions or concerns. In the meantime you can
always ask Auror Tonks to get a message to me.”

Finally, Madam Bones turned her attention back to Hermione again. “Miss Granger, of what
you've heard so far, can you think of anything else, something that might have been forgotten
maybe?'

Hermione scrunched her brow in thought for a moment before answering, “No ma'am.”

Bones studied Hermione a moment, she knew the type well. She wasn't just smart, she was a
clear thinker. As she observed the world around her, she made sure all of the pieces fit. If
something was amiss, it would stick out like a beacon in the dark to her. That made Hermione
Granger the best one in the group who might have noticed the one thing everyone else missed.

“Miss Granger, before you were spurred into action by the arrival of Harry's owl…” Bones
looked down at her notes for a second, “Hedwig, your parents mentioned you had a feeling something
was wrong a few days before that. Is that right?”

“That's right ma'am. Harry had promised to write as soon as he was settled in, and
he's very good at keeping his promises. So after a few days with no letter, I started to get
worried. Hermione briefly thought about mentioning the dreams as well, but wanted to talk with
Harry alone about them first.

A glance at a smiling Emma told her the rest. Bones nodded, “I see.” She jotted a quick note
down and then asked, “One last thing Miss Granger. Out of all of this; the Tournament, the
Dursleys… everything. Does anything stand out as… unexplained? Do you have questions that have gone
unanswered?” Bones leaned back in her chair and waited. Hoping the bright young witch in front of
her would help explain, or at least confirm some of her suppositions.

Hermione started to chew her bottom lip as her gaze circled the table ending on Harry.
“Voldemort seems to be more than just a little interested in Harry. The extent of the trouble he
went through with the Tournament suggests that. It must be more than just revenge. He wants
something else.

Both her brow reached for her hair line, as Bones was surprised again. It had been a very long
time since anyone had mentioned Voldemort by name, yet alone a child. Reigning in her composure,
Bones asked, “Any idea what?”

“No.”

“Do you think someone else might know?”

*`There it was,'* Hermione thought, the real crux of this whole situation. She nodded,
“Dumbledore.”

Not wanting to lose momentum, Bones asked simply, “Why?”

Hermione sat up, “You mentioned the Tournament. He didn't appear to try very hard to find a
way to get Harry out of it after he was entered against his will. And during the Tournament, he
made no effort to help him; not as far as I could see at least. It was almost as if… he wanted him
to compete… like he wanted to see what would happen.”

Bones glanced at Harry. He was looking down at the table, slowly nodding his head. Obviously
going over the events of last year and comparing them to Hermione's words.

Hermione watched as Madam Bones studied Harry. She didn't seem too surprised by anything so
far, but she did seem interested nevertheless. Maybe she had already heard a similar story,
Hermione thought. When Bones turned back to her, Hermione continued, “As for the Dursleys, why
didn't he check on Harry, or have someone else check on him. Why all the restrictions on phones
calls, mail, or personal visits. It seems to me that Professor Dumbledore wants Harry isolated, and
us in the dark about it.”

Hermione paused thinking she might have crossed a line. “May I speak freely?”

Bones nodded once, “Please do.”

“Dumbledore presents himself as a wise man, fighting for the light. However, when it comes to
Harry, he seems to have a blind eye. Since it was his decision to put Harry with the Dursleys in
the first place, and then considering his lack of involvement in his home life. I'd say
Professor Dumbledore is either not that smart, or not that light. If Harry was as important to the
wizarding world as he himself had claimed, then why did he let ten years go by without so much as a
single visit?”

Now Bones did look surprised. She turned to Harry, “Is that true Mr. Potter, no one ever came to
check on you…check your magic?”

Harry laughed for a second before turning serious again, “Madam Bones, I didn't even know I
was a wizard until my eleventh birthday, when I got my Hogwarts letter.” After looking down he
added softly, “So no. No one came to visit the Boy-Who-Lived-Under-The…” Harry stopped, he
didn't want anyone feeling sorry for him.

Hermione had been paying sharp attention. She saw his emotions change, and knew there was more
he wasn't telling. She also knew he didn't want to talk about it here and now, but she made
a mental note to be ready when he was.

Bones knew what he was talking about from the report from Auror Tonks. But to hear the pain in
his voice when he started to mention it, bothered her considerably. “Mr. Potter, I am truly sorry
for… well for all of it. I, like many others I'm afraid, believed that Dumbledore knew what he
was doing. That he had good reasons for his decisions. And maybe he did, although for the life of
me, I can't imagine any.” Speaking a little more strongly, she added, “Believe me when I say; I
will be having words with him soon. However, he's a very secretive wizard, we may never get a
satisfying answer.”

Emma spoke up, “Besides this Voldemort, he seems to have an unhealthy interest in Harry as
well.”

“Hermione is right,” Harry said, “Voldemort and Dumbledore both know something we don't,”
shaking his head, he added, “and I doubt either one is going to be willing to sit down and tell
what we're missing.”

“Yeah, it makes sense,” Dan said suddenly, “I agree with the kids, and more importantly, with
what my daughter said last night; we need to prepare, use our time wisely.” Turning to face Madam
Bones more directly, he asked, “What can you do to help?”

Madam Bones took a long breath and let it out slowly, “Well… I have already assigned Auror Tonks
to you full time. And I have given her the extra authority to act as she sees fit. Plus she can
choose her own team to help.” Bones paused and thought for a moment, then went on, “I do think you
have the right idea Miss Granger, but for now, I don't know what else I can do.”

“Madam Bones,” Hermione started, “I don't know if Susan has told you or not, but as of last
summer, Harry and I have been working extra hard… even during last summer break. In fact,” Hermione
gestured to Harry, “Harry is working at adding Ancient Runes to his class load, he'll test for
it come September.”

Bones raised a brow and nodded approvingly at Harry, “Is that so?”

“Yes ma'am. Should have taken it from the start, like Hermione.”

“In addition,” Hermione went on, “We've been working out physically; running, calisthenics,
and we are training in the Martial Arts.”

“Harder than the Auror program from what I hear,” Tonks added.

“Anyway,” Hermione continued, “the only thing missing is the ability to practice magic.”

“I see, and you'd like to be able to do so here?”

“Yes ma'am, mostly defense against the dark arts stuff. With an actual Auror here to provide
supervision, I was hoping maybe we could get permission. Maybe an exemption, or a waiver… something
like that.”

The more Tonks listened, the more excited she got. “Oh, that's a great idea. It would be
fantastic… can I help?”

“Easy there Auror, let's not get the proverbial cart before the horse.” Bones leaned back
and started rubbing her chin in thought. Eyes looking at something unseen as she considered the
possibilities. An occasional “hum,” was the only indication that she was working things out in her
head. Finally she spoke, “I think something can be arranged. It might take some doing, but I can
call in a few favors.” Looking at Hermione, she said with a smile, “An excellent idea young
lady.”

Hermione beamed at the praise, while Harry gave her hand a squeeze, “That's Hermione, she
always comes up with good ideas.”

The sound of someone Apparating into the backyard, instantly turned the mood serious. Bones
stood and moved over by the side wall with her wand out in the ready position. Hermione stayed
seated next to Harry, but drew her wand as well. Tonks quickly moved towards the back door, while
everyone held their breath waiting to see who it was.

“Remus you idiot, I told you I'd send word when it was okay to visit,” Tonks yelled load
enough for everyone to hear. “Madam Bones in still in a meeting with the Grangers, you should leave
and I'll let you know when it's a good time to return.”

Knowing there was no longer a threat everyone relaxed, except Harry and Hermione who shared a
nervous look. “You don't think he's with him do you?” Harry asked.

Before Remus could leave, Bones had walked to the back door and had looked out. “It's okay
Auror, I think I have enough for now.” Then stepping out, she eyed Remus and the dog at his side.
“Good to see you again, Mr. Lupin. How have you been?”

Remus gave Tonks an apologetic glance, then answered, “Good to see you as well Madam Bones.”
Then gesturing to himself, he finished, “Although I've seen better days… I'm okay.”

Bones approached more closely. Padfoot gave a short involuntary whine and tried to hide behind
Remus. “I guess that is probably true for most of us,” Bones said sadly. Then while staring down at
Padfoot, she asked, “Is this your dog, Remus?”

Remus looked down at Padfoot for a long second, “Yes ma'am. I couldn't get him to stay
in the house any longer.”

By now, Harry, Hermione, and her parents had joined Tonks at the back door. They all held their
breath as they waited to see what would happen next.

Madam Bones continued to stare at the dog. Judging by how tense everyone had become; including
the dog, and the fact that Remus was probably the last person to have a pet with his little
condition… she had a pretty good idea what, or rather who the dog really was. She also knew that
Sirius Black never got a trial, and was most likely innocent. It was just one more thing she had to
look into. Knowing all this, she was reluctant to call him out. If she did, then under the current
circumstances she'd have to arrest him. That would not only end badly for him, but Harry would
lose another person close to him.

Remus couldn't help but raise a brow when Bones looked back up at him with a smirk.

“No offence Remus, but he has to be the ugliest mutt I've ever seen.”

Remus had to clear his throat to get his voice back, “Yes ma'am, and poorly behaved as
well.”

Bones looked down again, “Probably in his upbringing, and it most likely runs in the family as
well.”

Padfoot laid down and let out a low whimpering whine, while Remus just stared wide-eyed at her
and nodded.

“Well it was nice to see you again Remus, but I have loads of work to do so I'll be off.”
Bones stepped away, but before she Disapparated, she added, “Oh, and Remus, do keep him on a short
leash… you never know when there might be a dog catcher about.”

~oOoOo~

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**AN:** I had to add a few words to chapter 25, to keep things right. Basically, McGonagall
acknowledges that Dumbledore knew about the cupboard. Also, after a review (by; **Brian1972**)
pointed out a problem, I went back and changed McGonagall little speech to Vernon (about filing of
reports). Chapter three got a new sentence to clear things up a little (About Emma's concerns
over Harry's abuse). You don't need to go back and read any of it again. Lastly, Thank you
everyone for reading, and for your reviews, they really do help.

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