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Chp 2: Fruitless Wonder

DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER AND CO THEY BELONG TO JK ROWLING, ALSO I AIN'T MAKING MONEY FOR THIS FIC.

"Talking" //thoughts// :mind-talk:

Chp 2: Fruitless Wonder

Hermoine pov

Coming round, Hermoine had no idea where she was then her memory decided to wake up, Ron hitting her, her somehow getting through the anti-apparition wards and landing at Fred and George's joke shop.

Looking round the room she breathed a sigh of relief at not being in either the burrow or her house. In fact she was in a room she didn't recognise with its cream walls, dark green carpet with silver rugs and dark furniture. //where am I? // she thought //I feel safe// getting up she was about to head over and try the door when she a pop behind her. "Missus Mione is up" the little house elf squeaked "we is getting worried for a minute there Missus Mione".

Turning to look at the little creature "did u just call me Mione?" she inquired a half smile on her face "where am I ?" she added as an afterthought "Missus Mione is being at phoenix manor after misters Weases is bringing her injured to my masters door" the elf squeaked ignoring the first question. "where is phoenix manor and who is your master" Hermoine pressed. "phoenix manor is being in Scotland and my master is revealing himself." With that the little elf dragged her from the room.

After going down endless stairs and corridors they stopped at a heavy oak door. "missus Mione is entering here and waiting for master to come." The elf squeaked bowed and popped out of the hallway.

Opening the door Hermoine had to stop herself from fainting, the room was a wall – wall and ceiling – ceiling library //holy shit who owns this// she mused awe evident in her voice. Unable to contain her excitement she ran into the room and began exploring.

Narrator pov

Meanwhile down in the potions lab brewing an anti-love-potion potion and an anti-compulsion potion, a man stood effortlessly moving between the cauldrons with a grace that has not been seen since professor severus snape perfected it. With a pop the little elf bounded over to him "master sir, missus Mione is awake and is being in the libary2 the elf squeaked "ok Safron im on my way" a husky voice answered before the man started finishing the potions and bottling them.

Hermoine pov

Hermoine had found a little alcove with two red squishy armchairs a table and a cd/radio player with a cd in. looking at the cd she noticed it was a blank recorded on cd, she replaced it in the player and pressed play immediately the room filled with music as a voice she vaguely recognised started singing. Wondering what became of us

We used to be so close

Remembering the first time

I met you, I was so cruel

Then fate seemed to throw us together

More and more closer and closer baby,

You are my one you are my dream

Standing like an angel there in front of me

You are my one you are my world

Together we can become one

But our love can never be,

My love

As the years went by

You were there at my side

Through danger and good times

Through fear and laughter

Fate throwing us together

More and more closer and closer baby,

You are my one you are my dream

Standing like an angel there in front of me

You are my one you are my world

Together we can become one

But our love can never be,

My love

My love grows like a forbidden fruit

As you go down a different path

I soldier on loving you in my own way

Fate seems to have stopped

Taking a break but,

I will be here waiting

Waiting for you to be mine

Because oh yeah.

You are my one you are my dream

Standing like an angel there in front of me

You're just out of reach

I'm coming closer, closer

You are my one you are my world

Forbidden yet desired

We walk parallel paths

Ever since that day

Never joining anymore

But we can never be,

My love, my love

We can never be

My love

The music faded as the voice did. Hearing a sound behind her Hermoine swung round and immediately began apologising "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry I just wondered and its really good" she added out of breath from speaking really fast.

"still the same Mione I see" the man chuckled he was clothed in a thick cloak that covered all of him the hood shrouded hes face so she couldnt see it. The man held up a hand to stop her interruptions

"yes you know me" he continued "but first things first hows your head" concern evident in his voice. "its fine" she replied as she realized with a start she hadn't thought of ron once and now she was relieved to be away from him and dreading going back.

"who hurt you Mione?" the man asked some anger lacing his tone "was it ron as Fred suspected" he continued disgust evident in his tone at Ron's name. "No, no it wasn't ron, it was an accident" Hermoine lied…Poorly "don't lie to me Mione" the voice was disappointed now "Fred and George have both noticed the change from the proud confident witch you once were" it continued

"who are you" Hermoine demanded avoiding the question

Reaching up in answer the man grabbed the cloak and pulled it off revealing a 6ft lithely built body toned from the war and years of quidditch. Long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and vibrant shocking emerald eyes no longer confined behind glasses

"Harry" Hermoine breathed.