Harry Potter
And
The rapist of Hogwarts
Harry, Hermione and Ron, were on the train for their final year at Hogwarts. It was early October and the schools rebuild had just been finished. It took two full years and then some to get the school ready again for classes. Ron and Hermione had given dating a try during that time, and they just did not work. (Not that Ron had yet to be convinced).
Hermione had moved into Grimauld place, with Harry not long after retrieving her parents. She and Harry had spent three months in Australia after restoring Dan and Emma Grangers memories. Hermione's parents had built a good practice in Melbourne so it would take time to sell it. Therefore, the duo decided to stay and enjoy the relaxing anonymity for a while. They spent days on the beach or seeing shows or just enjoying each other's company. Harry got to know the Grangers, and found his parental figures in them though he'd never admit it. Now after all this time they were triumphantly returning to Hogwarts as Head boy and Girl. Three Order of Merlin winners, Harry first class Hermione and Ron second class.
When the train arrived at Hogsmead station, it just wasn't the same. Hagrid had died in the final battle, and a new teacher was beckoning the first years. Almost everyone could see the thestrals ready to pull the carriages to the main entrance to Hogwarts. The innocence of the children of the wizarding world was almost gone and would take years before it would shine once more.
The ride to the castle was unusually quiet; the castle itself was practically new. It had suffered greatly in the final battle. It was not much more than the pile of rubble that Muggles would see if they came upon it. The only section still in use was the Great Hall and the dungeons. The rest has been totally rebuilt and was shining like a new golden galleon.
This was to be the second smallest class in Hogwarts history, so many half bloods and Muggle born children had lost their lives to the evil regime of Voldemort.
They arrived at the great Oak entrance doors that had been restored to there former glory. Doors 20 feet tall and 9 feet wide shown like new in the setting sun, as they welcomed students knew and old.
The great Hall had also been restored, the soot that had been over the fireplaces was gone and the stone gleamed like new white pearls. The long house tables were back with out a single mar in their surface.
Headmistress Minerva McGonagall Was seated in the center chair at the head table as she awaited the sorting and the first feast under her reign.
Professor Flitwick was now the deputy head and leading the small group of first years into the hall. Even with 2 years worth of kids it was the smallest class Harry had ever seen. The repaired Sorting Hat sat on the same 3 legged stool awaiting the sorting.
Though the sorting hats song was one of Victory, Harry looking at the small number of children could only feel a pang of remorse that he couldn't have been quicker or better and it showed in his face as it tightened.
Even though Harry had eliminated the threat of Voldemort and most of his followers were dead or in Azkaban, he still felt guilt he had been to slow in bringing the cursed war to a close. Looking at the small number of children, and knowing that there should be almost double this number, hurt him.
The feast continued as it usually did, the announcements that All Weasley Wizard Wheezies were Banned from the grounds meant they would be everywhere. The fifth year prefects were leading the first years to the dormitories, when Harry and Hermione were called to the Headmistress office.
They were given instructions to get to the Heads suite and told to get a good night sleep after the rounds they were assigned.
It was during the rounds that Horror of the New Year at Hogwarts was found. A small forth year girl her clothes were torn to shreds her face was bleeding as if it had been bludgeoned with quiditch bat and She was also bleeding profusely from her vagina.
Harry being a true gentle man turned away but stood guard as Hermione covered the Girl. They then levitated her gently to the hospital wing and Madame Pomphry's gentle ministrations.
Harry and Hermione were questioned long into the night; it was after 4 am when they at last made it to there quarters.
The two went to bed, now with nightmares of another bad year because a new threat had raised its ugly head.
Harry awoke to Hermione in his arms, after knowing he went to bed alone in his room. He looked through the Mass of Chestnut Hair He loved so well, and thought. 'This is how I wish to wake up every morning.'
Harry then began thinking of the young girl whose name he didn't even know in the hospital wing. She had been brutally raped and obliviated. Just like a death eater would do. There were few clues; even the perpetrators magical signature had been masked. It was very hard waking up Happy to be with the one you loved, and filled with righteous anger at the same time. It felt like Voldemort all over again.
Hermione began to stir in his arms, slowly gaining that first moment of consciousness. "Good morning Handsome." Being the first thing from her mouth. Harry's anger abated as his frown turned to a smile. "Well How is the most beautiful witch in the world this morning?"
Hermione had an award-winning smile. "Any morning I awake safe in your arms, can't be anything but perfect." She reached up kissed him lightly and left for her bathroom.
Twenty minutes later the two lovers were on there way to the great hall for Breakfast. Taking one of the secret passages the found Luna Lovegood, in the same condition as the young Girl they found the night before, with one small addition a note in plain block letters, it read simply. 'Potter, the next is Granger, then you're dead!"
