Day of Redemption
Chapter 01 - Redemption Calls

Alas, my time here is short. Lord Voldemort threw a temper at the fact that I failed, I am being sent to my grave at this present time. He is planning his revenge on Harry Potter, and all those who are in his path will be eliminated. Before I leave, as a token of gratitude for reading this story, I will allow you to go about freely in the story without feeling the full wrath of Voldemort. Pray that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy shall set aside their differences to destroy the one thing that has them shivering in their beds, awakens them from their sweet dreams, and most of all brings fear into their hearts. My time to go has drawn to a close, and I shall leave you in the presence of Hermione Granger. Farewell!

Hermione flexed her aching hands. She was in her final year at Hogwarts. Graduation drew closer, and yet she had still the willingness to continue on after Hogwarts. "Herm, are you ever going to go to sleep?" Harry groaned from under the green sheets that covered him from the cold of winter. Harry rolled over on his side and fell asleep, snoring quietly to himself. Hermione chuckled at the sight of her best friend sleeping soundly. He looked so cute.. so angelic.. so Harry.

She put her quill down and sat next to him on the couch. Through their years he'd seen her at her highs and lows. He was there for her. She loved him as a brother, not that he wasn't capable of being a boyfriend. She stretched her back and laid down beside Harry. Just being with him, she felt a certain security and a sense of protection. He was the heir of Godric Gryffindor, their house founder. She could feel their backs touching, like two soldiers who were attempting to sleep, but without forgetting to keep gaurd. As she recalled the time that she had decided that he was more than any other man could be. A thought that often let her drift to sleep, as she closed her eyes.

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Hermione opened her eyes to the light of the lamp she left on last night. Harry's arms wrapped around her waist, that brought them closer. She sighed contentedly, not at all embarrased by all the people walking silently by. The whole house knew that the relationship between Harry and Hermione was a friendly one, nothing more.. or so it seemed. 'Today's Friday. I could lay like this forever.'

She felt Harry's breath on the back of her ear. "Good morning, sweet cakes." He whispered, half teasing and half huskily so that only she could hear. He released her from him, and sat up.

"Good morning Harry." Hermione smiled, as she rolled off the couch. She pulled on her robe, which was hanging on a coat stand by the desk where her Potions essay lay three-fourths completed. He stood up, and walked over to her side, clad in his grey shirt and boxers. She stuck the essay into her Potions Across the Centuries book. As he approached her, she snatched another unfamiliar piece of parchment away from sight and tucked it into her pocket. Hermione turned around, and smiled. "Care to escort me to my room?" She joked, teasingly.

"Of course, 'madame." He joked back, as he pulled on his robe. He walked back over, and held out his hand, which she gladly accepted. Harry gazed into her brown eyes, and found there was something there he had missed for all these years. With this he escorted her to her room to allow her to change into fresh clothes, and he went off in his seperate way.

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Hermione walked out of her dormitory, feeling very relieved after showering and puttting on a fresh change of clothes. She entered the Great Hall carrying her books, just as they were when she was escorted by Harry to her room. She sat down next to Harry. 'God, she's so beautiful. How come I never noticed that before?' "Harry! Are you in there? Hello! Mr. Potter, your package has arrived!" Hermione waved the letter from Sirius Black, with a brown box attached to it in his face.

Harry snapped to it. "Sorry , Herm. Just a little out of it." Ron arched an eyebrow, as he glanced at him meaning to say 'Oh really?' "Well, well. It's from Sirius. Hmm.. No better time to open it than now." Harry peeled the gold seal from the back of the evelope and opened it.

Harry - Long time no talk. Well anyway I just wanted to give you this since I know you'll be needing this during your last year. Harry opened the small package to find a glimmering pendant that had maroon light gleaming from within a glass globe which was attached to a golden clasp. The globe hung from a black leather string. This is Godric Gryffindor's pendant. It is used for strength, and bravery. That's it! Put it on. Harry rolled his eyes as he continued. Listen carefully Harry, for if you do not follow these directions Hermione will die. He glanced up and gazed in a concerned manner at Hermione, who arched an eyebrow with suspicion. Lord Voldemort is about to attack Hogwarts. It will be an armada of Death Eaters, and others he has racked up to help him serve in his war against humanity. Hermione is the smartest girl in the school, I have a feeling that somehow his plan will include her. Keep her within your sight, but do not tell her about it. I'll write you again as soon as possible. -Sirius

"So what was with the looks Harry?" Ron asked, as he glanced at Harry who was still in thought looking at Hermione. "Is there something wrong?" Ron waved his hand in front of his eyes, and snapped him out of his trance. "Well what's up with the globe?"

"It's Godric Gryffindor's. I'll tell you more about it." Harry explained, "Alone though." He regretted his words almost instantly. 'But if you do not follow the instructions, Hermione will die according to Sirius and I can't let that happen. Especially when I know about before time.

"What about me?" Hermione's grin faded, as she examined the pendant more carefully. "Wow! Did you notice this? It has the words Heir to Gryffindor, seek out thee. Search yonder, and thee shall ponder. Hmm... I wonder what it means?"

"Umm..." Harry faultered, and he attempted to smile, despite the fact that he felt responsible for Hermione's safety. "How's the sausage?"

"Harry, we aren't trying to change the subject are we?" Hermione winked, "I know what you're trying to do."

"Oh yeah? Well then what am I trying to do?" Harry grinned fondly. Hermione held her hands next to his temple (A\N: Is that how you spell it??) and closed her eyes. 'Herm, you're just out of whack.' Harry chuckled silently, and stared at her.

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A blinding flash of light, and Hermione felt her body collaspe onto the ground of the Great Hall. Voices whispering all around her, but Harry's stood out. Hermione! Hermione! Please wake up.... It droned on, as she concentrated, finding the source of what Harry was so troubled.

The mountain was covered with mist, Voldemort was there, his red eyes gleaming through it. She heard a scream of agony, as she walked closer she could see herself dead on the ground, and Harry sobbing against her pale neck. Voldemort's cackles filled the air, and she fell into perpetual blackness.

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Hermione opened her eyes, the light blinded her. She closed her eyes once again, feeling her chest raise slowly, and then fall slowly. She pinched her cheeks, to see if she was finally awake. Darkness had killed her, but she was back alright. Once again, she opened her eyes. A patch of dark hair rested on chest, she smiled faintly and closed her eyes. She felt a rustling and weight taken away.

Sighing with deep resentment, for she genuinely enjoyed Harry being with her, she opened her eyes. Harry was sitting on a stool next to her bed in the Hospital Wing. "Herm, you're finally awake." Harry whispered, and gave her a kiss on the lips that she wouldn't forget.

When they broke away, he held her close to him. Her legs were numb with neglect, and her arms were weak. "Harry, where'd that come from?" She asked, amazed.

"Well... The truth is, and I realized it now, that I was in love with you." Harry paused and gazed lustily into her eyes. "I thought it was just the teenage thing, but I found that I care about you... More than a friend. And I was wondering, if it was okay with you.. If you'd be my girlfriend??" Harry waited for her response, the way her brown hair dangled down her back, and some of the strands went over her shoulders.

"Harry! Of course!" She kissed him again passionatly, his tongue feeling her walls. "But.. I know what you were thinking about." He stared at her, dumb founded.

"What do you mean? You still remember that? After the two weeks that you've been out?" He shook his head, his secret was out and there was nothing that he could do about it.

"I saw," Hermione shook her head, disbelieving it. "Myself.. dead, with you crying. Then I plunged into blackness. I understand it now, Harry." She turned away from his green eyes, that she would gladly loose herself in. "I saw Voldemort, and how hideous he was. I understand that mystery that you ask yourself. Going through your memories, and your future. What you have lost, and what you will find." He stared at her oddly. "What I mean to say is.. Well... I know what happened the night your parents died."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I had to witness everything.. but," Hermione winked. "You were really cute as a baby." Harry blushed, as Madame Pomfrey rushed in shooing Harry from her side.

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