Harry Potter and the Act of Fate

Chapter 1: A New Ally

Hermione was sitting next to where Ron was buried. It's been one week since he was laid below six feet. Two weeks since his death. For the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do. Her thoughts, her emotions, and her actions were all the same. She thought what Ron would be doing right now. That led to her to feel depressed and her actions were followed with tears and break downs.

Now she got used to him being dead. She looked down at the ground beside her and saw where the dirt was turned over.

"You know, it has been really quiet since you left," Hermione sad as if she had a conversation with the ground.

"I haven't had anyone else to argue with. Quite Frankly, I really don't want to have someone else to get after. No one has eaten right since you left. They nearly touch their food. I bet if you were in this situation, you would still have your mouth full of food. Oh merlin, how I wish I could see that. It would cheer me up. I hate this being alone. Well not alone, I still have Harry but he is in worse conditions than I am. He feels extremely guilty. He thinks as he is the one who did this to you. Anytime anyone would tell him otherwise he just ignores them. He hasn't been the same. Nothing has been the same."

Her sniffs were filling the air around her. She let her head fall to her knees and hugged them. Her tears began to hit the ground where Ron was.

The sunset was one of her favorite things to see but now it was all forgotten. The burrow became one of the last places she wants to be at. She and Harry would deny any invitations to the Weasley home; instead both of them have begun to inhabit Grimauld's. She would only see Harry in the morning for breakfast but no words were exchanged between them.

The silence began to get the better of Hermione that one time she couldn't sleep. She went to see if Harry was awake and found him looking at a picture of them when Ron was alive. She was about to go with him but then she heard sniffles. She saw Harry was silently crying, an image that Hermione hasn't forgotten since that night.

There the boy who lived, the chosen one was breaking down. He was the last hope for every good wizard and witch in the wizardry and he was breaking down. She knew she shouldn't be thinking like that, but if Harry was breaking down she wouldn't even last one day in his shoes. She had to do something bring a smile to his face. Give him hope and try to help him get through it. She needed it too, but Harry was more important than her or so she thought.

Without asking permission, she went in to the room and sat next to Harry. He hadn't moved but kept on staring at the picture of the Golden Trio. She slowly took the photo away from him and place on his bed. He tried to stop her but when he raised his gaze to meet her eyes, he saw the calmness in her eyes. He gave up struggling for the picture and let her do what she wanted to do.

She wrapped her arms around him and never let him go. That was when everything was let out for both of them. Harry met the equal tightness Hermione gave him with her arms. Now in the middle of the night both of them were holding on to each other for dear life. The tears and sobs never stopped until the morning. When they realized what time it was, they both decided to rest since neither of them got any sleep. She got up and was about to begin to walk away when he felt Harry's hand on her arm.

"Don't go. Stay with me for today and I can't be alone."

His plead and his eyes were all Hermione needed to stay with him. They both fell asleep in each other's arms. When they woke up, they felt like a huge weight was pulled off from their shoulders. They looked a bit cheery and eventually they started talking like before.

Now Hermione was sitting next to where Ron was buried never to be disturbed again. She was playing with the loose dirt in his grave. She failed to notice Harry coming up to her and sitting next to her. She even failed to notice when he put an arm around her shoulder and she putting her head on his.

They both decided that it was time to come back to the burrow and face the fact that Ron isn't with them anymore. He was buried in the backyard on top of a hill that gave a circular view of the horizon.

"I miss him," Hermione said.

"Me too, what do you think he's doing wherever he's at?" asked Harry

"Probably stuffing his mouth with his favorite foods," replied Hermione with a sad smile. Her comment made Harry chuckle and give her a tight squeeze.

"Or he's probably playing Quidditch making incredible saves," added Harry this made Hermione look at him with a warm smile instead of the sad one she had before.

"but I know what he is doing for sure, Hermione."

"What would that be Harry?" She looked at him curious wondering about the answer. Harry just smiled and looked at the sky.

"He's watching over us. Making sure we're doing fine. He's now protecting us spiritually. Something I've learned about losing loved ones Hermione is that they never really leave us. They're always watching over us. That's how I've always felt about my parents. I always feel their love around me."

He said to her which left her in tears of happiness. She gave him a smile to ensure she wasn't sad. She closed her eyes and tied to feel Ron around them. She felt warm thinking about him and she knew that was what Harry meant.

"You're right Harry. He's watching us while stuffing his face." This caused them both to laugh something they both needed. They stayed like that for a moment embracing the comfortable silence. The view was extraordinary. Now they knew why the Weasley's picked this spot for his burial. They could look all around them and see something beautiful. In a distance was a home oddly shaped like a Rook from chess. On the side of was where a calm forest was located. The direction the pair chose to see was that of the horizon where the sunset met the plains in the ground.

They heard a crack behind them. They both turned around to see who apparated behind them.

Dobby was there with none other than a shame looking Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy?" Harry got up immediately feeling angry veins in his arms. Hermione stood up behind Harry both of them with wands out and ready in case of an attack.

"Easy there Potter and Granger I mean no harm," Draco started he said while reaching for his wand on his pants. "I'm going to toss my wand at you so you can believe what I'm saying." He drew his wand out and tossed it where Hermione was and she picked up securing in her hand.

"What do you want Malfoy? How do you know where the burrow is at?" asked an impatient Harry. His temper went down only a little when she felt Hermione put a hand on his left shoulder with her right hand.

"Look I don't know how you are going to take it or if you're going to believe what I'm going to say so I'll just get it over with," Draco looked at them trying to arrange his thoughts together before talking.

"On with it," Harry said impatiently not standing to see Draco meters away from him.

"Alright, Alright, I don't want to be part of the war anymore."

"What?" Hermione said.

"I don't want this anymore. I don't want to be a bad guy. I don't want to work with the dark lord. I….. I want to help you defeat him."

Harry and Hermione were shocked with their mouth open.

Harry acting with an impulse, "What makes you think that we will believe that?"

"I know you don't believe me, but I just don't want this anymore. I don't want anyone else to suffer. I don't want to see deaths anymore. I don't want to be part of murderers. I just want to help finish this war for good."

"Malfoy, you know there's no way we can believe that," Hermione stated the obvious.

"I know but if I didn't want to help why did I give up my wand so easily. If I didn't want to help why did I went for you guys to tell you about the fire and of We- Ron?"

Harry and Hermione both stood there not knowing what to say to him.

"I know it's hard but please give me a chance to prove myself that I can be helpful."

"Mal-Draco," Hermione started, "can you give Harry and I a moment please? To think about it we'll let Dobby bring you to us after we make a decision."

Draco nodded and was about to ask for his wand but saw the look of Harry that he wasn't trusting him yet and thought it would influence their choice. He asked Dobby to take him somewhere nice and calm. With a crack, they apparated somewhere else.

"No."

"Harry please think about it."

"What is there to think about it? He's one of them and you know it," Harry said trying to win the argument.

"I know but what if he's telling the truth? He can be really useful with the locations of any Horcrux that you know who made."

Harry just remained silent thinking of what Hermione just had said. It would be a lot easier with Draco to help them.

"What if he's lying Hermione? What if it's just a plot to lead us to him and getting us killed?"

"Harry please. I know it's not easy to accept it but you know it's a fifty-fifty chance he wants to help us."

Harry sighed, "It would be easier with him know the location of the Death Eaters."

Hermione knew she had already won the argument and tried to persuade him a little bit more, "Think about it Harry. He left his wand with us." She showed him the black stick that was in her hand, "and he did take us to the burrow when Ron…."

"I get it Hermione, it's just…. I don't want to lose my other best friend. I can handle one being gone but not you too," He finally told the truth to her. It made her feel warm that he's thinking that but brushed it away. She grabbed his face to so that he can see her in the eyes.

"Harry you won't lose me. Never, you just said a little while ago that Ron never left us he's now watching over protecting us. If the worse happens to me. It's okay. I'll be with Ron and we both will be protecting you." She saw the sadness in his emerald eyes that have become darker each time something terrible happened to them.

"I'm a big girl Harry nothing is going to happen to us. This maybe the opportunity with need to finally end this, then everybody can finally rest. You can finally rest and be happy," Hermione said calmly and give him a squeeze in his hand with hers.

"I will never let anything bad happen to you, Hermione. If something happened it would have to be me then you, but I will make sure nothing happens to neither of us, okay?" Harry looked at her and she nodded.

"Besides Harry, I think Malfoy is afraid of me ever since I punched him our third year. I don't think he wants to mess with me," she said while picking up her first and smiled as Harry laughed. A warm laughed that was music to her ears.

"Okay, we'll give him a chance, but if he messes up just once. I'll curse him all the way to hell," Harry said smiling.

"Not before I hex him to death first," Hermione said with a smirk.

Harry laughed again and nodded earning a laugh from Hermione too.

"Dobby!"

In cue Dobby apparated in front of them, "Yes Master Harry and Mistress Hermione," the house elf said bowing before them.

"Can you bring back Malfoy for us we have made a decision."

The elf nodded and went to get back Draco. He returned mere seconds of dissapparating.

"So what's it going to be?" asked a nervous Draco.

"We'll let you help us, but if you mess up once, you are a goner," said Harry.

Draco looked relieved and moved forwards to them extending his hand to Harry, a gesture that caught him of guard. Harry shook it and Hermione did the same.

"Can I have my wand back?" asked Draco to Hermione who only smiled.