Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter. I would have made harry and Hermione a couple instead if I did. Oh well. I can only write this fan fiction to get it out of my head and dream about owning the series.
Thanks for the reviews! I thought I had lost most of this story so I started to type it again. But then lo and behold I found it on my flash drive! Thank god for those things. Anyway here's chapter two. It's a bit longer but for good reason. I hope you like it! Chapter 3 may take me a few days but I'll have it up soon!
Harry opened his eyes to feel tear drops on his cheeks. Hermione was crying softly and muttering quietly for him to wake up. Her eyes were closed and she ran a hand slowly through his hair. "Harry wake up… please wake up now." She repeated over and over. Harry couldn't seem to form words. Hermione was crying for him… what had happened?" he moaned softly and her eyes flew open. "Harry!" she pulled him into her chest and let out a sigh of relief. "Don't ever do that again! You nearly killed me!" she knew she was being over dramatic but at the moment she didn't really give a shit. "I didn't mean to Mione." Was all he said before a kiss was on his lips, it was quick, but it held a new meaning? "So, do you want to talk about what just happened?" she bit her lower lip hesitantly unsure of herself then nodded. "We kissed."
"It wasn't just a kiss Mione, something happened. We were glowing."
"I know, while you were out I tried reading anything I could before I started crying again."
"Mione, my chest and my scar hurt and…" he reached up but no longer felt the small line of raised skin that was his scar. "Mione… where's a mirror?" she looked at him a moment then pulled out a small pocket sized mirror from her back pocket. "Girls." He whispered then glanced at his forehead. His scar was gone. "Mione, my scar, it's gone!" he said happily and gave her a twirl. She laughed for a moment, and then noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses. "Harry, can you see?"
"Of course I can. I have my glasses on."
"No Harry you don't."
For the second time he reached for his face and felt indeed that he wasn't wearing his glasses. "Mione… what is happening?" she only pulled him into a hug. "I don't know Harry, but we need to find out. We have to contact someone! This is huge! We need to get to Hogwarts."
"Hermione are you mental? We only have one horcrux, and it isn't even destroyed yet. "
"Harry, McGonagall, may know what happened to us."
He gave out a defeated sigh. "Ok, I'm going to go look around outside for a moment, I'll be back."
With that he left the tent flap.
Hermione sat on Harry's cot and thought for a few moments. Mostly about the kiss they shared. She ran a finger across her lips. It was magical, slightly possessive, and made her tummy feel covered in butterflies. She smiled. She didn't feel guilty about it; she actually really liked it.
Hermione jean Potter she thought to herself with a young teenager's squeal. "I've gone completely mental." She spoke aloud and then fell back into his pillow, his scent filled her nose, and she smiled. Her teeth had finally started to grow out of the bucktooth; they were mostly even now. Her hair still managed to go crazy every once in a while, but thanks to tying her hair up most of the time, it began to not give her as much grief.
Harry walked in to find Hermione on his bed with a smile on her face. Instead of announcing himself like he would have normally, he came up on her and shouted "boo!" she jumped enough to actually lift her from the cot a second. "Harry! You rotten prick!" she smiled laughing. He only laughed until he saw her ease up. "Okay, that was funny, but I want to lay on my cot now." She blushed a little before removing herself from his cot. "I'll go read outside for a while."
Harry let his snitch float above him for a while. Letting his hand guide it to his lips. It made a noise, which startled him. The snitch had opened revealing a small stone. The stone was kite shaped on all its sides. "Hermione!" he spoke while getting up, he walked out to where she was sitting. "You were right, only I didn't catch the snitch with my hands; I caught it in my mouth." She took the stone from his hand. It was small maybe the size of a gold piece. "Harry, this is a stone." Her face held no intelligence to the piece at all. "Just a stone?" she shrugged. "Maybe it's the core of a snitch." He rolled his eyes and sat beside her. "I did find something as well." She pointed to the symbol on the inside of the book Dumbledore left her in his will. "I have no idea what it is."
"That's a first."
"Shut it Harry."
"I think we should go to Hogwarts. But I want to go to Godrick's Hallow after." She only nodded fearing them going to that horrible place. "We can't apperate into the wards of the school. There has to be another way in." Harry nodded and pulled out a parchment from his back pocket. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The parchment filled with ink and the castle came into view. "Harry is that Snape in the headmaster's office?" he nodded, remembering hearing the newscast a few weeks ago. "There are two entrances in Hogsmead. One in Honey dukes. The other, I'm not sure I think the three broomsticks but, last time I was there I didn't see any passageways in the cloak." She nodded. "Then Honey dukes it is."
They packed the bag and Harry held out his arm. Hermione taught him how, just practicing under the protection barrier. They arrived at the ally beside Honey dukes. It was quiet. Way to quiet. Harry didn't like it at all. "Hermione. We need to leave." He whispered.
The wall beside them shattered as a curse was fired. "Harry run! There!" they ran the death eaters close behind them. They ran until they vanished. The death eaters looked around for them, firing curses in random directions hoping to catch the dissolution charm. But they were unsuccessful.
Harry landed on his stomach, Hermione right on top of him with a groan. They landed in a basement of some kind. "Harry, look." They glanced up at a painting of a beautiful young girl, who looked a lot like Dumbledore. "It's his sister Harry." They walked up to the painting and she looked down at them. "You're here for the castle I'm guessing." Her voice sweet but rude. "Yes, we are. How did you know?"
"You look a lot like that lad Aberforth had in the mirror." Harry looked at Hermione then at the mirror behind her, which was missing a shard of glass. Ariana looked at both of them then turned, walking down her hallway. They glance to each other then back at the painting where a person was following her back. "Harry! Hermione!" Neville's voice rang out. "Hey Neville!" he smiled and reached out his hand, taking the two of them with him inside. "Harry, while you guys were gone, we had to use the room of requirements to stay safe. Everyone is bonkers! We can't even attend classes without getting hurt. Snape doesn't care about anyone who isn't in Slytherin." Neville went sad a moment, but brightened when the room came into sight, and everyone smiled at their arrival. "We've been waiting for you to come back."
Harry and Hermione hugged their friends, Harry hugged Ginny last. He wasn't sure how to handle it just yet. But she smiled at him then looked around. "Where's Ron?" they paled a little. "He left, he couldn't handle it anymore. I think he went back with your mum." She sighed and turned away. "Figures. You guys should've taken me with you. At least I want to fight." Harry sighed and let her talk on about how much better off they'd have been. Hermione looked at him and the loathing in his eyes. "I think we'll just take a nap, it's been a long day." Taking Harry's hand she drew a curtain around them and made two beds, though they'd sleep in one. They did it the night before and found it easier to sleep, and Harry didn't get nightmares.
Harry shifted in his sleep, he heard Voldemort's voice, and he sounded very worried. "What do you mean they're gone? How? That damn boy has no idea how to destroy them!" Wormtail cowered at his voice. "Master, I went to check on them like you said. All of the ones that they didn't have were cold to the touch and felt lifeless." A green light flashed before his eyes, and Wormtail was dead. "The fool is lying. But, Nagini is dead. He was my last. Something has happened."
Harry opened his eyes and glanced beside him. Hermione was still breathing evenly. A smile rose to his lips. Something had indeed happened, and it was looking good for him, finally the fan turned off.
He walked out of the curtain to find all the others asleep except Neville. "Hey."
He sat beside his friend. Neville looked at Harry a worried smile on his lips. "I found something." From a towel he unwrapped the sword of Griffendore. "It just was there, on my bed." Harry smiled and pulled off the locket. "Neville, I need your help. I think it may be already dead, but we need to check. I will open it, no matter what it says or do, you need to strike it ok?" Neville nodded excitedly and stood ready. "One…two…three." Harry said the word open in his parseltongue. The locket opened but nothing happened. For good measure, Neville hit it anyway. He knew the dark lord was hurting. So now was as good as any, to find his head of house. "Neville where is McGonagall?" he looked puzzled for a moment then nodded his head in the direction of a cut off area in the room that held a large black curtain around it. "She stays here at night; no one knows where she goes. She keeps us safe." Harry looked over and saw the bed was yet to be filled. "She should be here in an hour or so Harry." Harry pulled Neville into a one armed hug, then walked back into his curtained off area.
Neville just watched the others until his head of house returned. Ginny sat up in her bed watching Harry go back behind the curtain. It was charmed so no one could open it except them. She understood why. Living in fear that long, but they were here now, and she wanted to cuddle close to him, after all she loved him.
Harry returned next to Hermione. They still didn't say anything about the kiss, or what they wanted to do next. But it could wait. Voldemort was weak now. And it was time to fight back, and kill him for good.
Harry heard the door open and quickly walked out and into the arms of his head of house. "Oh Potter! I am so very glad you are alright!" she never let her emotions be seen, but at the moment her cub was safe with her, and she intended to hug him until he couldn't breathe. "Hermione's asleep, but Professor, we need to talk to you about something. Can you wait for maybe a half hour before classes start tomorrow?" she nodded once then walked off to her curtains, and whispered a goodnight to all her new and old cubs.
The next morning, she was greeted by two of her cub's faces. "It's so good to see you both." She smiled and led them inside her curtains, which was then silenced around them. "Now, what seems to be the problem? Besides you know who."
"Professor, me and Harry well, I kissed him a week or so back and when we opened our eyes, we were both glowing…"
"Glowing?"
"Yes, and Harry clutched his heart and he passed out, also his scar leaked black slime, I have it in my bead bag, his scar is gone and he can see without glasses, he is just so use to them he punched out the lenses." The Professor looked at Harry and found it to be true. "Ms. Granger, if what you say is true, I have some good news. It may not be the best time to finalize, but that can wait until you know who is dead." They looked at her with confusion. "You and Mr. Potter are soul mates!"
Hermione but her lip from smiling, then tried to hold in her laughter, but in the end lost and started laughing. "Oh the irony! Harry has to fight a win or die battle and I'm bound to him in such way that I'll die of a broken heart if he dies? This is too good, I knew our luck wouldn't last long!" she was clutching her knees trying to calm herself from making more word vomit. Her mind was all over the place and she was saying her worst fears and hopes and dreams with it all. Harry still stood stunned. Was it really possible? "Mrs. Potter, I assure you..." she was cut off by more laughing. "I'm married to him?" her head of house only nodded. Watching her normally calm student go crazy. "Is that bad?" Harry spoke softly; Hermione stopped laughing and looked at Harry tears filled her eyes. "No Harry, in fact. I am pretty sure that's why I am laughing. To have your dreams come true is quite the shock. Also now knowing its true my fear is doubled for loosing you."
Professor McGonagall watched her two cubs hug, then look to her for some more information on soul mates.
"Well, as it is only very rarely we find our soul mate, when we do the magic core is truly unbound, limitless and binds with their mate's. At least once it's finalized." Hermione looked to Harry; a large red blush on his face gave her that answer. "We will have to… you know… do that?" Professor McGonagall's face paled a little. "Yes, it isn't bad Mrs. Potter, you can say sex, and it won't kill you. But I guess you could call it anything you wanted. I don't see why saying sex is such a big deal to young adults. It's perfectly natural." Every time she said the word they blushed a little darker. "How long do we have to do this?" Harry spoke up quickly, trying to change the subject best he can. "Well, beings you both are adults now, I'd say two weeks at the most. Your cores will become unstable the longer you wait." He paled a little bit, but nodded.
"Well, after that happens, you two will have power no one else could possibly harness. With both of your cores bound and it being limitless, I would say old Tom, won't have a battle, but rather a one ended curse. The killing curse won't kill you. Most curses will bounce right off, you will still die, but you will outlive even the Flammel's. I'd say possibly eight hundred years." They looked at each other, and then Harry asked the question that almost made Hermione faint. "Will we still be able to have kids?" The Professor laughed heartily. "My boy, you're still human! Just humans that will outlive a lot of others. Well besides your heart champion. He and she will live as long as you will. For being your closest and best of friends, they too will be announced once you both finalize." She glanced at her wand and stood. "If I am any later they will suspect something. I will return by midnight." With that she left them outside her curtains. Both of the Potter's were pale now. It made the white swan look tan in comparison. "Hey Harry are you alright?" Ginny walked up placing a hand to his forehead. "You're on fire. Go sit. Hermione are you both ok? What did she say?" Hermione looked at the youngest Weasly and shook her head.
"Fine, we won't be able to tell you for a while. Too shocked I suppose." She walked away; the feeling of jealousy filled her stomach. Ginny, if she touched Harry again, Hermione just may lose it.
Harry sat with the cool rag on his face. Ginny was talking with Hermione, and Hermione didn't look happy at all. She forced her smile when talking and kept glancing his way whenever she wouldn't get caught as if asking for help from the mad girl. Harry looked to Neville and asked quietly to go save Hermione before she snapped and froze Ginny. He did it with a slight nod of his head. Hermione thankfully joined him. "How are you feeling Harry?"
"I feel fine, my head is spinning a little but that's all."
Suddenly the castle shook. They all glanced out the window the room made for them quickly, and saw a large bolt of lightning rise from where Dumbledore's grave was. "This is not good." Harry spoke only loud enough for Hermione to hear. She looked at him fear in her eyes. "It's him isn't it?" Harry nodded his head and looked at the kids who glanced at them for the next instructions. "Listen, when we started Dumbledore's Army, I taught you spells I knew you would need later in life. That time is coming. Until we are for sure attacked I need us all to teach the others what to do. Or else we will all die. You know who, has the elder wand." Some of the kids looked around slightly confused at what Hermione added to Harry's statement. "That's just a legend!" someone shouted. She looked to Harry knowing now was the time to show them. "Is it? Then what is this?" Hermione pulled out Harry's cloak, and vanished beneath it. "It's an invisibility cloak." Ginny spoke up. "Not just any cloak, its deaths cloak. Because even under charms to see such items, the cloak cannot be seen. No spell can hurt us, it just goes right through." As an example Harry shot a stinging hex at Hermione, it went through the cloak and hit the wall behind her. She then removed her head from view to show she had in fact just been there.
"So, he has the elder wand?"
"Yes."
"What about the resurrection stone?" Hermione looked at him and hit her forehead, pulling out the snitch, which held the small stone. "Harry we had it the whole time."
They looked at the space, which was slowly closed in by their fellow students. "Harry what do we do?" Harry looked around at his friends and stood up a little straighter. "We fight for our lives, our family because we have something worth fighting for. He doesn't. It's time we take action." They all grew steady smiles at the pair. Then Hermione took Harry's hand. "We all have sacrificed so much, he has taken so much. And now, Harry has two of the deathly hallows. Without he can't do much, with them. Harry will win."
They all cheered and circled closer together. They had a long way to go, but all Harry could do was pale.
