A/N – Just wanted to thank people for reading and reviewing the first chapter. A couple of the reviewers were worried I was going to make Harry too powerful too quickly; rest assured that this will not happen. At this point Harry's majority power is dormant and he has to learn how to use it. I was trying to build on the things that I felt maybe J.K Rowling should have done, like the power he would have to have to repel a hundred Dementors. I will say though that Harry's powers will be different than normal, having additional powers to those of a normal wizard.

Chapter Two – True Friends to the End

Harry found himself being crushed from one of Molly Weasley's famous hugs, smiling as he was. One of Mrs Weasley's hugs was always welcome, because he knew that she cared about him, something that not many other people would boast about.

"Are you hungry dear?" she asked ushering him inside.

"If I said no would you believe me?" Harry asked cheekily.

"Of course I would, but that doesn't mean I have to listen. I kept a plate for you from dinner. It's only chicken and ham pie but you're welcome to it if you're peckish."

Harry knew that even if he had just eaten a three course meal that he would be able to manage some of Mrs Weasley's cooking. "Thank you Mrs Weasley I'd love some."

"Harry dear don't you think it's about time you stopped the Mr and Mrs, its Molly and Arthur," she said fetching a plate from the oven.

"Oh, well, you never said I could call you that so I wasn't sure if I was allowed to," Harry stammered.

"Oh really you silly boy. You're family Harry," Molly said putting a plate down in front of him with a knife and fork. "I've had to tell Hermione the same thing."

Harry swallowed his bite of pie. "Hermione's here?"

"Yes she arrived about an hour ago. Actually there was something I needed to ask you. Would you mind if Hermione stayed in Percy's old room with you? Normally I would put her in with Ginny but we weren't expecting her yet and I didn't want to disturb anyone. Besides I think she needs to talk to you."

"That's fine; I can sleep on the floor or something. How come she got here so late?" Harry asked making good progress on his pie.

"I think it best that she explains that herself. I don't know the full story myself. Anyway, while your here this summer you will be sleeping in Percy's old room. He's moved into his own flat near to the Ministry in London, he and Penelope are living together now."

"I'm pleased for him. I'm glad that the problems with Crouch didn't affect his job." Harry meant this. Percy may be an arrogant prat at times but he wasn't a bad person.

"Well it knocked his career back a bit but he'll prove himself again. Now if you've finished eating maybe you should go and see Hermione, she'll probably still be awake waiting for you," Molly said.

Harry handed her his empty plate and picked up his trunk and Hedwig's cage, who judging by the way she was snapping at the cage, wanted out and soon. He made his way up the stairs and quietly pushed open the door to Percy's old room. There was a lamp on the desk in the corner throwing shadows around the room. Lying on the bed facing away from him was a girl with bushy brown hair. He closed the door behind him.

"Hermione are you awake?" he asked softly.

"Yes," came back barely a whisper.

"Charming, not even a hug?"

"I wouldn't want to scare you."

"What do you mean?"

"Harry I need you to promise that you will stay calm. I don't want you to get angry or start shouting or anything like that," Hermione said, still facing away from him.

Harry was starting to get worried. Whatever was bothering Hermione must have been bad for her to think he would lose his temper, but he knew she needed him to do as she asked.

"Okay Hermione, I promise."

Hermione sat up and turned to face him and Harry had never come so close to breaking a promise to her before. Her chin was badly bruised and he could see a cut on her lip. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. The worse thing though was seeing how scared she looked. He knew how brave Hermione was, and had never thought of her as timid before.

"What happened Hermione?" he asked calmly, even if he could hazard a guess himself.

"Viktor," she answered in almost a whisper.

Harry walked towards her slowly and knelt in front of her on the floor. "Tell me what happened. All of it."

"I went to spend the week with Viktor. I had two days at home with my mum and dad and then I used the Portkey he sent me. I knew straight away that things weren't right. As soon as I got there he told me he was going to Quidditch practice and that I had to stay with his mum and sister. I asked if I could go with him and he said no. So I stayed there with his family who speak no English until he got home. After we had dinner he said he was going out for a drink with his friends and that I had to stay home still. When he came home he was stinking drunk. He came into my room and tried to kiss me but I pushed him away. He kept saying that he needed me to keep him warm at night. I knew then what he wanted from me. All he wanted was sex. This happened every day, but this evening when he came home I was waiting. I was packed and dressed. I told him to give me the Portkey home and he lost it. He grabbed my arms." At this Hermione pulled up the sleeves on her top and showed her bruised arms.

"What happened then Hermione?" Harry asked softly.

"I tried to get away but he's too strong. He told me I was there to 'service' him, not to talk back. I didn't have any idea he was like that, he seemed so nice. When I told him I'd never do anything like that with him, he looked at me and said I would one way or another. He backhanded me across the face and knocked me to the floor. I know that he would have raped me, but I never gave him the chance. I had my wand up my sleeve and I stunned him. His mother Flooed the Bulgarian Ministry and I was arrested."

"You was arrested? You? What about him? He attacked you."

"His mum told the Ministry that I attacked him and drew my wand and he hit me in self defence but I managed to Stun him. They took me to the Ministry and they told me I would be sent back to England to be punished by our Ministry. Luckily Arthur was there when I was Porkeyed into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I was interviewed by Madam Bones the Department head and Arthur acted as my representative. I told her what happened and she believed me, even without Arthur's endorsement which he gave anyway. She told me I would have to be fined for using Underage Magic and so the Bulgaria Ministry would be satisfied. I've got to pay fifty Galleons by the end of the week."

"That's ridiculous. There's no way you can get that much without asking your parents for money, and I'm willing to bet you want to keep them out of this?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded.

"Well then there's only one thing to do. I'll give you the money. We'll go to Gringotts tomorrow and get the gold out."

"Harry I can't ask you to do that."

"You didn't ask and you haven't got a choice. If you don't come I'll just go and get it myself and give it to Arthur to pay on your behalf."

Hermione smiled a little. "Thank you Harry."

Harry wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "By the way if I ever see Krum again I'm going to kill him."

"What would I do without you Harry?" she asked.

"You'll never have to find out. I'll always be here Hermione. Now all we've got to figure out is how to tell Ron."

"Oh bloody hell."

Harry laughed. "Don't worry I'll tell him. Now you need to sleep, I'm going to make up a bed on the floor. I'll go and change in the bathroom while you change in here."

Harry opened his trunk and grabbed his pyjama bottoms from the top and went out to the bathroom. He quickly got changed and walked back to the room with his clothes in his arms and cracked the door a bit.

"You changed Hermione?"

"Yes Harry you can come in," a whisper came back.

Harry went in and dumped his clothes in a corner. Hermione was already tucked up in bed with the covers pulled up around her chin. Harry then noticed that Percy's old desk had been Transfigured into a camp bed.

"Thanks Hermione."

Hermione smiled for the first time that night. "Come give me a kiss goodnight."

Harry leant over and kissed her cheek and got a hug in return.

"Night Harry."

"Night Hermione."

The following morning Harry awoke slowly as the sun filtered in through the curtains on to his face. The memories of the night before came back to him and he turned his head towards the other bed. Hermione was still asleep, or at least he assumed so seeing as the cover was pulled up over her head.

Harry stretched and got out of his own bed and walked over to her and sat on the bed next to her.

"Hermione, come on its morning, time to get up."

"That's what you think Potter," she mumbled.

"Aww it seems our little Miss Granger isn't a morning person," Harry said smirking.

"I'm warning you Potter, if you do anything at all you will regret it."

"What makes you think I'd do anything?" he asked trying to sound innocent.

"You're a Marauder's son, a friend of the twins and a git. Now let me sleep."

Unfortunately for Hermione she could not see the wand in Harry's hand and had no idea he had been studying during their week apart. He had looked up a few spells and was itching to try one.

"Aguamenti."

A jet of water shot from his wand and hit Hermione in the face, making her half jump and half fall out of the bed.

"You are going to die for that Harry Potter," she said from her new spot on the floor.

"Well seeing as your wand is on the other side of the bed how are you going to do anything?"

Hermione got to her feet. "And what makes you think I need it?"

Before Harry could answer she punched at him and pinned him down, straddling his waist and pushing his wand hand away.

"Now apologise for that horrible wakeup call Potter or else."

Before Harry could say anything they were interrupted.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

They looked towards the door. Stood in the open doorway was their best friend Ron. Their best friend who not only had a crush on Hermione the previous year, but who also had just walked in on them in a compromising situation. They had not been doing anything other than play fighting; Ron however would think that they were doing something so innocent.

"Thanks a lot mate," Ron said and turned on his heel heading back upstairs.

"I'll go and talk to him. You get dressed and dry the bed and we'll see you at breakfast," Harry said.

"Okay Harry."

"Oi don't sound so upset, we haven't done anything wrong. Do me a favour though; I need your advice on something. Look in the back pocket of my jeans. There's a letter in there. Read it and tell me what you think, I need to know if I'm reading between the lines properly."

He could tell that her curiosity had kicked in. "Okay, just go sort out Ron."

Harry left the room still in his pyjamas and went to the top floor where Ron's room was. He knocked on the door.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"No!" came Ron's reply.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked in anyway and closed the door. "You're a bloody prat you know that don't you?"

Ron just stared at him. Well gave him a dirty look anyway.

"As usual Ron your brain has out two and two together and come up with sod all. Right now your brain is telling you that something is going on between me and Hermione so instead of asking us you go off in a huff. If you must know Hermione was about to kill me because I woke her up by shooting water at her. Before you jump the gun I slept in the Transfigured camp bed you probably failed to notice. Anything I've missed so far?"

"If nothing's going on how come you both arrived in the middle of the night?" Ron asked sulkily.

"I'll tell you why Hermione got here last night in a minute. I got here as planned when Dumbledore brought me. Now let me set the record straight. I do love Hermione, but like a sister. We're very close yes, but neither of us fancies the other. Now I know you fancy her, everyone in Gryffindor bloody well knows it, but mate I don't think she fancies you," Harry said gently.

"Why wouldn't she? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing Ron. Look both me and Hermione are only children. Before she went to Hogwarts I'm willing to bet she was bullied for liking to read and learn. You've got a good idea at how I was treated at the Dursleys. To us, finding someone like you is great. We found a real friend, and like I see her like a sister I bet she sees us both like brothers, something she never had. Now tell me what you would prefer, Hermione as a sister or an enemy, because you will fall out if you keep trying to pursue her."

Harry could see the internal battle going on inside Ron. He knew his best friend was not unreasonable, just stubborn as hell.

"So you've never been interested in Hermione?" he asked.

"No Ron. I think she's pretty and that, but I look at her and know that I always want her around because I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather have as a sister. And no before you ask Hermione is not interested in me."

"I'm sorry Harry. You know my mouth works before my brain. I'll apologise to Hermione at breakfast."

"It's okay Ron. Now I'll tell you why Hermione got here last night."

Harry told the story exactly how Hermione told him. He could see Ron's ears getting redder and redder and waited for the explosion at the end.

"So that scumbag gets away with hurting Hermione while she gets fined for protecting herself. I'll bloody kill him."

"Calm down Ron. If we ever see him we'll deal with them, until then we help Hermione. I'm going to give her the money for the fine; we'll be going to Diagon Alley later."

"Okay Harry. I'll see if Mum will let me come as well."

"Oh by the way I think Fleur Delacour might be interested in me."

"WHAT?"