Harry Potter x Hermione Granger
I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE, CHARACTERS, PLOT, OR ANYTHING INVOLVING THE WRITING OF THE BOOKS. THIS IS FANFICTION.
Chapter 1
In the hallway leading to Gryffindor common room.
Harry turned to see what had crashed. "Who's there?" He asked to the empty hall. Behind him, there was another crash. It sounded like glass.
"Show yourself!" He screamed.
He walked towards the cabinet.
Crack
Fwoosh
Harry turned just in time to see a dark hooded figure run around the corner.
"What was that?" Harry asked to nobody.
"I believe..." said a small voice.
"Woah! Professor, you frightened me." Harry gasped.
"Sorry, Harry. As I was saying," Dumbledore emerged from the shadows. "I believe that was a servant."
"To who?" Harry asked.
"Well, seeing as he was stealing from the Potions lab, I would have to say, Lord Voldemort, or at least one of his followers sent him."
"But sir, he is dead. Destroyed. We destroyed the seven horcruxes; the diary, the ring, the cup, the diadem, the snake, the locket, and a part of my mind. How could he still be alive?"
As Harry said this, he looked at Dumbledore's eyes. The old man had been through enough to last him two lifetimes. His star student turned on him, his spy killed him, and now he's back from the dead.
"Before I died, Harry, I discovered that Lord Voldemort had made eight horcruxes. You probably don't remember the cat you owned. He is also a horcrux. The final horcrux. Lord Voldemort is coming back, Harry, and he will want revenge."
"Right. So... what now?"
"Well, I know where the cat is. But Lord Voldemort is planning on returning on his birthday." Dumbledore said with a concerned look on his face.
"But, sir... today is the 27th of December. What you speak about comes in four days. Where is this cat?"
"I believe, that it is in the place you would least expect it."
Just as Harry was about to respond, Dumbledore vanished into thin air.
As Harry walked back to the Gryffindor dormitory, he thought about what the professor had just told him. I believe, that it is in the place that you would least expect it. Where did he mean? Hogwarts? His home at Grimmauld Place? The Weasley's? Without realizing it, he bumped into Hermione.
"Sorry, Hermione," Harry said.
"That's okay, Harry" She said.
He bent down to pick up a scrap of paper that had fallen.
"Harry, you don't -" She started.
"Is this...me...?" Harry asked, puzzled.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes starting to water. "yes," she said, "Yes. It's you."
Harry looked at her, "Where did you learn to draw like this?"