Harry Potter isn't mine. JK owns every thing HP. But this plot… is mine…. Enjoy reading this as much as the one before it. This is the 9th chapter. Here things get a little more intense.
Chapter 9: A Night to Remember
The night was still young when Harry and Hermione left the great hall to go to their own common room. The slowly walked towards the portrait hole, they had a wonderful night.
"Have I told you that you look so breathtakingly beautiful tonight?" Harry asked Hermione as he planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"I think it's the twelfth time you told me that tonight but trust me I'm enjoying it every time you say it," she replied and touched Harry's cheek. "It had been a very wonderful night."
"Well, I have to say you're a very good dancer," Harry complemented her as they sat by the small fireplace.
"You were great yourself. Why did you want to go up here so early we could dance some more in the great hall," Hermione exclaimed.
Harry placed a finger on her lips and said, "I'd rather spend more of my time with you and just you." Harry moved closer to her and gave her a kiss on the lips.
Hermione blushed at what Harry said. "You know Harry, I love spending more of my time with you too," she replied and she returned his sweet kisses.
Harry laid his head on Hermione's lap. "So what are your plans after we graduate?"
"Well, I hope I can get a job teaching here or maybe work for the ministry and you?" she asked him as she stroke his unruly hair gently.
"I don't know really. I've never given enough thinking about my future since I have Voldemort to worry about," Harry replied casually.
"Oh, Harry, don't say that. Of course you'll have a future and do you know what your future will be?" Hermione said trying very hard to cheer him up. She realized that he never really thought about what his life would be because he knew that Voldemort wanted him dead so badly.
"What would be my future Madame Hermione?" he asked her jokingly. He searched her eyes.
"You'll play for England. You'll be the best seeker that any Quidditch team would ever have. A lot better than Viktor Krum," Hermione said as she pictured out her own thoughts. Harry pretended to look hurt at the mention of Viktor's name. Krum was the famous Quidditch player from Bulgaria that Hermione dated at the Yule Ball on their fourth year. "Hey, I'm serious Harry. Then we'll get married have a house of our own. Soon we'll have children and they would be as strong and brave as you and would be as smart as I am." She kissed his forehead.
"I don't know about the Quidditch and strong part, but I surely want to have a family and have our little home with little Harry's and Hermione's running around and, wait don't you hate it when I play Quidditch?" Harry asked as he sat up and pulled her close to him. "Hermione, I want all your dreams for us to come true."
"You love Quidditch and I'll support you in all your endeavors," she assured him but there was still the look of doubt in his face. "Oh, Harry, they will come true believe me. You'll defeat Voldemort and we'll be able to live a normal life, you and me and our friends. The whole Wizarding world would be free from all his evil," she reassured him. "I believe in you Harry. The book says I'm the wise One I'm betting my life on your survival, Harry. If you die I might as well die with you."
"Hermione, I love you and I won't let anything happen to me. We will get married someday and we'll grow old together and have many children, we'll even be old enough to see our grandchildren," Harry said and he held her hands.
"That's the spirit Harry. We will grow old together. I know this life isn't some fairy tale but I still want to have a happy ending with you," Hermione muttered she tried very hard to look cheerful but tears were now falling from her eyes.
Harry held her in a tight embrace. "Don't cry, baby. Nothing will happen to me," he said. 'Every time we have a wonderful moment together the thought of Voldemort would come up and ruin everything. Oh, I would so want to take Voldemort down for good. I will end all this suffering if it's the last thing I do,' he thought to himself. He then looked at the drawer where the black letter was, 'no not tonight,' he reminded himself.
He stared back at Hermione, who was staring at him with longing eyes. "Harry please stay with me tonight," she said to him. Harry didn't say anything he just stood up and carried her in his arms. Hermione circled her arms around his neck. She was like fragile little doll in his arms. He knew that Hermione meant everything to him and that life without her would have been unbearable. She was his reason for living. The thought that she would want to die with him made him realize that she had the same love offered to him and he was in no ways going to waste it. He thought he would fight till the death or should it be, he would fight to survive and be with the young bookworm that was bossing them around some six years ago and that same girl was resting in his arms, holding on to him as if holding for dear life. He kissed her forehead and carried her back into her room. He gently placed her in bed and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. He pulled out his wand and magic the door to close. He went towards Hermione's bed and the lights magically dimmed around them.
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In the great hall Ginny and Draco were dancing in sweet music. Ginny couldn't find Harry or Hermione and even her brother, 'he must have gone up already. He just couldn't get his hands of Lav,' she thought and a smile broke on her face.
"What is it?" Draco asked her.
"What?" she was distracted from her idea of her brother and Lavender hurriedly running up the astronomy tower. "I just had this funny thought about my brother."
"What funny thought? Care to share it with me," Draco said as he twirled Ginny around the dance floor.
"Maybe later but for now look at Professor Snape. I don't think he likes seeing us together," Ginny said as she moved around so Draco could see the professor.
"It doesn't matter what he thinks. And he'll probably like you, you're very good in potions I think I remember him commenting that about you," he replied and planted a kiss on her lips that sent shivers down her spine.
"Really, Snape actually think I'm good at his subject," Ginny said as she ran her hand through Draco's hair. He looked very different tonight his hair wasn't all kept up instead he just washed it combed and let it dry. It wasn't his usual brush up look. "By the way I love your hair. You look so carefree now," Ginny commented.
"Do you want to go out by the lake?" Draco whispered to her ears.
Ginny saw that mischievous smile on his face but she just giggled and nodded in agreement. The walked hand in hand out of the great hall.
'I can't believe I'm putting up with all this. Draco you'll regret all these,' Pansy thought to herself. She was sitting in a corner with the other Slytherin girls she just finished dancing with every other Slytherin boy except for Draco who only had his eyes on one particular Gryffindor.
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A small Wizarding community in Ireland was being attacked by death-eater. The ministry had been alerted but there were a big number of death eaters. Amongst the first to arrive were Remus and Sirius. They hurriedly helped the local authorities to fight the back the death-eaters and to transfer innocent wizard women and children to safety.
"I can't believe that they already had this big a number," Sirius told Remus who was fighting along side him. Curses where blasting from all direction. They had to focus on their targets and duck from the curses thrown at them.
"Where are the others? We can't hold them this much longer. Sirius that little boy he's an open target," Remus told Sirius. "I'll cover you go get him."
Sirius run as fast as he could, ducking from curses to get to the crying little boy and Remus tried to block the curses sent to Sirius. The boy was taken to safety and Sirius went back fighting along with the others.
It was a dreadful battle. You could see burning homes in that small village, dead civilians and so were death eaters and ministry enforcers. Many lay injured on the ground.
The death-eaters were wearing masks but some of them that had fallen are now rid of their mask. Some were suspected death eaters some seventeen years ago and now they had come back to serve their old master.
Finally a big number of ministry enforcer had finally come. The aurors had finally out numbered the death-eaters. The enemy had retreated and the injured were finally taken cared of.
"They're growing strong now. They would soon come to Hogsmeade and Hogwarts," Remus told Sirius. "We have to alert Dumbledore with all this happenings. Harry should be protected at all cost."
"You know how Harry is. You stop him and he would still find the way. I really don't want him to fight Voldemort but if he does want to face him the only thing we can do is help him prepare for it," Sirius replied. "I'll pass my report to Fudge. I have to urge him to increase our men. We might need some new recruits."
"You can say that again. I don't think that our number would equal to those death-eaters. We should also ask the service of the other Order members," Remus suggested.
"The order should be called if and only if we have to face Voldemort himself as of now we Aurors and the ministry should handle the death-eaters," Sirius reasoned. "Dumbledore would know when to call the help of the Order. I think they would need us to train Harry."
"Do you agree that Harry should face Voldemort?" Remus asked. "He's too young to face the uncertainty of life and death."
"He had face the risk of dying too many times I think he's prepared enough to finally end all this. If the Prophecy is true he's the Chosen one to end all this. If only I could take that burden from him I will but I can't," Sirius answered as he tried to keep his composure. "I have to go and see Fudge we'll, meet at Hogwarts tomorrow. We have to talk to Dumbledore and the others." Sirius disapparated. Remus went on helping the injured civilians.
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"Lucius, the day is drawing near. Have you asked your son?" Voldemort addressed one of his highest-ranking death-eater.
"I need not ask him master. He would do as I say," Lucius said confidently. He knew that his son would follow what he says. Draco had followed he had said to him like a good son. Draco had been Harry Potter's greatest enemy in school and his son would be heir to Voldemort's throne if he doesn't get it for himself.
"Do not be so sure about that, I sense that your son have some hesitation. Does he know about your wife?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes master. They had informed him about it but he doesn't know that it was my doing," Lucius answered. "And even if he does find out. He would be scared for his life and he would most willingly oblige to what I ask of him."
"I hope you're right Lucius. I want my plans to work this time. Harry Potter would die and all hope in this Wizarding world would vanish. Everyone one would be under my power once more. That puny little boy would soon be just a memory and for his friends, his death would be the saddest memory they would ever have," Voldemort stood up from his throne that was located at the hidden dungeons of the Malfoy Manor. "Where is that rat Pettigrew?"
"He was with the others on the raid," Lucius replied.
"I want you to pay more attention to Peter. I have a feeling he's being attacked by his guilt once more," Voldemort commanded.
"Then why won't I just kill him?" Lucius suggested.
"Patience, he's still vital to my plans," Voldemort answered. "Soon everything will be set on it's course and soon I will once again be the most powerful wizard alive and not even Dumbledore can stop me." And Voldemort gave out the most evil laugh that anyone who would hear it would tremble in fear.
Author's note: This one is rather short but…I hope to write more soon… please tell me what you think…r/r…have fun.