(A/N) YIPPIE! I'm so happy! There are actually people reading my Fanfiction! I didn't comment on it before because... well, that chapter was almost done and I didn't want to redo the A/N – even though it's pretty quickly done. I'm that lazy.
So, here they are, my very own followers... Not minion-like though... wish I had though...: Anrieth, Hermione Lily Whitlock, NecroFris, NotSoSlimSh4dy, harryfan160889, maanou, mishuu, pbeilby93, reamane21 and santanaann4524! (Sorry if I spelled your name wrong... Don't hate me!) Oh my gosh! When I informed my family I was doing a happy dance, I'm that excited. On a second note, I'm completely and devotedly drained from my inspiration for this story and I would honestly appreciate it if you guys came up with something – specifically by the means of a review! ;) *little voice in my head* That's the most horrible way to ask for reviews, sweetie. *Me* Shush!
And I'm really sorry for keeping you guys waiting, but... I'm really, really into my –This is the year in which you already work for your exam and you have to know this shit and this shit and this bullshit that you'll never get down!- mode. It's really frustrating. And I get sick a lot, which is probably because of my eating disorder... oops? Anyway, sorry for keeping you waiting. That's why this one is a pretty long chapter! :)
Now, here's the warnings. There will be future slash, meaning that guys are going to like one another. If you're against that, that's perfectly fine but don't hate me for writing it. I do state it in the A/N section every chapter.
Secondly, there's Angst and Abuse mentions and dirty language (but again no actual lemon, I'm still working on upgrading myself in that particular area though I have the distinct feeling I'll never ever get that down) and more stuff that makes this fanfic have a M rating.
Also, should there be anyone complaining that I take the rights of this story – I do not! This is Fanfiction, meaning that this very story would never ever exist here on if it weren't for the fact that someone else has the rights! I'm not that good a writer!
So, all rights are for the Queen, J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I DO NOT MAKE PROFIT OF THIS! Oh, besides to that, for the Arithmancy Class I'm taking things from the web because I know very, very little of Arithmancy.
Now we've established that, let's get on with the story! My sweet little precious first Fanfiction with people actually following it...! Me so happy! (Oh, by the way, I noticed that I've been ignoring sweet little Teddy! Me so stupid, how I dare? Well, here's some text for the sweet little young no-longer-orphaned boy that we all love!... Do we? Well, I do.)
While Luna Lovegood wonders why in the world there is suddenly such a big Authors Note before the story and considers telling Caro that she's being a bit weird about this, Hermione Weasley née Granger was looking at her very first class Arithmancy teaching – well, in this time/universe/whatever. She smiled to herself as she saw the nervous students – they were after all third years. She'd have trouble with the upper classes.
"Hello everyone and welcome to your very first class on Arithmancy. My name is Professor Hermione Weasley, but since we have another Professor Weasley I allow you all to call me Professor Jean." She told them. Kimberley Sharp, a Hufflepuff halfblood, raised her hand with a frown on her face. "Yes, Miss Sharp?"
"Why do we have to call you Professor Jean, Professor?" The girl asked.
"My second name is Jean and it sounds a bit like a surname." Hermione explained. "I don't want you to call me Granger because I'm proudly married to my husband and using my maiden name would be quite offensive. Therefore, I figured I should let you all call me Jean." She told the students.
"Professor," Nathan Hicks, a muggleborn Ravenclaw, has his hand in the air, "You are only sixteen years old, how can you know enough about the subject to teach us about it? Not to mean offensive, I've heard you are the brightest witch of your age, but how can you know enough to teach us?" Nathan Hicks asked.
"Well, Mr. Hicks, these are the times when befriending Harry Potter comes in handy. I can assure you that I have enough knowledge of the subject that you can all pass your exams and later your O.W.L.s, so if you fail, it will not be because of me but because you underestimated the power of studying." She said, her eye going over all of the students. They all shivered, they knew how vindictive Granger- eh, Professor Jean, could get when involved with studying. "As for that matter, after an introduction to the subject we will be making up a few schedules to insure you can pass the exams without any problem. I do like my schedules and I'm sure you'll all learn to appreciate them. It took Harry and Ron a few years, but eventually they did too. I just didn't had the authority a teacher has back then. Now, though, I do." Something about the way her eyes lit up and shone with eagerness – and a bit sadistic too – made the students groan. "Let's start with the class then. We will start with Agrippa's System, sometimes referred to as 'Pythagorean'. It makes every number stand for a character. The 1 stands for A, J and S, the 2 for – and please do copy this down, it's very important on your test – B, K and T, the 3 for C, L and U, the 4 for D, M and V, the 5 for E, N and W, the 6 for F, O and X, the 7 for G, P and Y, the 8 for H, Q and Z and the 9 stands for I and R." Hermione tells them. "Now, how does this work? I'll write this down on the chalkboard, please pay close attention. When writing the name Hermione Jean Granger – use the name you are born with – you get 8, 5, 9, 4, 9, 6, 5, 5, 1, 5, 1, 5, 7, 9, 1, 5, 7, 5 and 9. With a quick math we can conclude that summing this up means I have a grand total of 106. 1+6 is 7, meaning that my Character number is 7. However, when using only my vowels..." At this, Hermione sped up and showed the number 1 appearing. "This means that my Heart number is 1. Lastly, there is my Social number, only using my consonants, which is 6." She continued to show them how to find this particular number.
"Professor Jean, how does this actually convert into something meaningful?" A bored Damien Pucey asked, a Pureblood Ravenclaw.
"Well, I'm glad you ask. What I'm going to hand out right now is the meaning of the numbers according to the Pythagorean. After this, you can start to work up on your own name. I hope you've all paid enough attention so you actually know how to use the system of Agrippa." Hermione told the students and she smiled at the eager-looking Emma Daniels, a halfblood from Hufflepuff.
At the end, only Emma Susan Daniels, Julia Rachel Thompson and Nathan Marcus Hicks knew their own numbers and what it meant. The others hadn't copied down everything Hermione had been explaining and Hermione had been busy with correcting their notes. After all, good notes were the start of good grades.
"Well, that will be the end of this lesson. I hope you all enjoyed the lesson as much as I have and I'll see you tomorrow after lunch!" She said enthusiastically. Apart from Pucey and the nasty little brother of Smith, the class was very enjoyable.
She hoped her friends had an equally good day.
"Hello class and welcome to your first Defence Against the Dark Arts class from me." Ron said, for more confident than he actually felt. His first class just had to be the fifth year Slytherin-Gryffindor class? He was glad Malfoy wasn't in here back when he was a pompous git. That really made him feel better about the whole situation. The class looked remarkably small without him, Neville, Harry, Draco and Hermione. He was already cursing himself at the sight of Lavender Brown. He had chosen that over Hermione back in sixth year? He was a lunatic. "Today we'll be going over some things from the past, because I have firsthand experience that we've had the incompetent morons over the floor. Well, except for third year, that was one hell of a year." He snickered. "Being taught about creatures by a werewolf." He muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from the other students. He suddenly noticed the blue-haired bounce ball and groaned inwardly. It just had to be his time to take care of the werewolf-span? Little devil that it was.
"Weasley, what is that blue haired baby doing here?" Nott asked.
"Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Nott. You were talking out of turn and not addressing me as a teacher. You shall call me Professor Weasley, as will every other student as long as I teach here. That blue haired baby is the Headmaster's godson, Teddy." Upon hearing his name, the idiotic child turned around and grinned happily.
"Uncle Ronnie, where's Auntie Latawa?" He asked, making Ron aware of the teeth he was missing. Sweet Merlin, why did he have to have the boy again? Latanya being busy with her own son wasn't a good enough excuse in Ron's books.
"Downstairs." Ron said sighing. "Teddy, you need to listen and be a good little quiet godson to Harry, ok? Or I'll send you back to Grandmother Molly and you do not want that." Ron said. Teddy paled a little.
"No! Not Granny Mowwy!" Teddy whispered. "I'll be a vewy good boy!"
"Very well." Ron sighed. He turned to the class, whom were snickering behind their hands – at him. "Today we'll be going over the curses, hexes and jinxes we've learned so far. Mr. Zabini, can you name me one?"
"The body-bind curse." Zabini answered. Ron nodded.
"Take a point for Slytherin, Mr. Zabini." Ron said. "Now, can anyone..." Was as far as he could get before the little devil jumped up towards him, rushing around him.
"What's the bowy-bind cuwse?" Teddy asked/yelled. "I wanna know uncle Ronnie!" Teddy demanded.
"Teddy Re-" Ron cursed towards himself. "Regulus Lowell!" He ended his sentence, but everyone around him knew he had meant to say something else. They started looking towards one another, frowning and trying to figure out what the boy's name was, they heard Ron giving the boy a huge lecture about interrupting his classes. He suddenly sounded... mature?
"Sowwy uncle Ronnie." Teddy muttered. "Do you not like me now? Will you leave like mummy and daddy?" Teddy asked, his eyes wide open. Ron sighed and sat down in front of the boy.
"Listen to me Teddy, your parents didn't leave you because they didn't like you. They died fighting so you would live in a better life than you did before their deaths. They wanted to keep you as safe as possible. Your parents loved you with every ounce they possessed in their bodies. Now, I won't leave you and I do still like you, but I don't like you when you interrupt my lessons, ok?" Teddy nodded quickly and Ron sighed to himself, standing up and facing the students. "Now, which one of you knows the bat-bogey hex my sister managed to perfect so nicely?"
Latanya Potter held her baby in her arms and smiled softly as he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her Harry's eyes look at her. She smiled a little brighter.
"Hello miss?" A little girl – second year? – asked her. She had her dark red hair in two tails which reached her waist. Her blue eyes sparkled towards Latanya.
"Actually, it's Lady Potter." Latanya smiled at the girl. "What can I help you with, Miss?"
"Sarah." The girl answered. "Sarah Jaspers. I was wondering if you had any books on Merlin himself." She said.
"Well, that depends. Do you want 'Merlin – the great wizard' or 'The Sword and the Sorcerer'?" Latanya asked.
"What's the difference?" Miss Jaspers asked.
"From what I've gathered, 'Merlin – the great wizard' is about the life of Merlin and every theory around his existence. 'The Sword and the Sorcerer' are about Arthur Pendragon and his friend, the wizard Merlin Ambrosius. Both books are equally interesting, though I think that 'The Sword and the Sorcerer' is more of a story then based on facts." Latanya explains.
"Where can I find 'Merlin – the great wizard' and 'The Sword and the Sorcerer'?" Miss Jaspers asked.
"Section three, Case ten, Shelf four." Latanya answered and the girl skipped away.
"I see you're doing quite fine?" Harry smiled as he walked towards his wife.
"Yes, I'm doing great. I think I start to understand Mrs. Pine's passion surrounding books."
"You could call it an obsession..." Harry muttered under his breath.
"Obsession is such an ugly word." Latanya winked at her husband before turning towards her son. Harry frowned at her.
"I don't think you're allowed to use my lines against me." Harry said.
"Since it isn't written down in the law yet, I'm perfectly content with using all of your lines against you, dear." She grinned.
"Well, in that case I shall have to visit the Wizengamot to get this bit of rebellion under control." Harry smirked towards himself before leaning in and giving his wife a brief kiss. "Speaking about the Wizengamot, did you know they're having a meeting about Hogwarts? One of our students informed Amelia Bones about our situation." Harry grinned.
"Oh, dear Susan." Latanya sighed. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Since I'm the Heir to two Ancient and Noble Houses, I'm allowed to go – especially now it's obvious I'm taking in my seat." Harry told her.
"Are you allowed to do that? I thought you had to be seventeen?" Latanya asked.
"Well, unless you're a father. If you're a father you're deemed an adult in the eyes of the Wizengamot and therefore can take your seat. Which is why I'll be going to meet Fudge's stupid meeting. Not that he'll be able to pass any laws concerning my school. I've got the whole law studied by heart so let him try!" Harry said smugly.
"That's great dear." Latanya gave him another kiss, but this one was broken by the wailing of Nathaniel. "He's always such a spoil-sport." Latanya muttered a bit pouting (though she'd kill you before she'd admit it). Harry grinned.
"Shall I leave you to our son, then?"
"Yes, Mr. I'll get you pregnant and go back in time no matter your opinion." This time she really was pouting, but again, she'd never admit to it. Harry walked away grinningly, never noticing the wide-eyed Sarah Jaspers who heard every bit of their conversation.
"Harry James Potter!" Hermione Weasley shrieked. "How dare you go to the Wizengamot and not inform me?"
"Sweet Merlin Mione, if I'd known you'd make such a case of it I'd told you!" Harry raised his hands in the air, trying to stop another verbal assault from coming.
"Well?" Ron asked, taking his wife in his arms before she could scream another few well placed threats. "How'd it go?"
"Terrific." Harry grinned. "You know Nev, when are you getting a kid? Honestly, I would love to see their faces when you step in there. Especially your grandmother. I think she'd be really proud – but a bit disappointed too, with the baby and all." Harry muttered.
"Well, you're right about that one." Neville laughed. "Are there any changes?"
"No, they're not even allowed to step a toe inside of my wards." Harry grinned from ear to ear. "But I'm pretty sure to expect some Howlers whenever this gets in the Prophet." He added to that.
"That's probably not on our top-list." Luna suddenly said. "What are we going to do about Voldemort?"
"Let me destroy a part of that madman's soul this time! I sort of deserve it!" Ginny demanded.
"Sure love, we will." Draco soothed her. "Eh, where'd you put the kids?"
"Teddy is playing with Nathaniel and Lat in the room next to ours." Harry said. "You're next Gin."
"Why me?" Ginny pouted, though her eyes lit up with glee.
"Because," Harry smirked, "Ron was already during the classes, Lat has been watching them for hours, Hermione knows more about the horcruxes then I do, I'm needed because I'm not sure if I'm a horcrux myself and cause I'm the leader, Neville has been the leader over Hogwarts during the Battle and Luna just knows some things and I want her opinion on this."
"So what exactly is my title?" Ginny screeched.
"Glad to be included, Potter." Draco muttered.
"You can always take Malfoy with you, Gin-Gin." Harry said sweetly. "And you're the warrior."
"That's not bad, I suppose." She turned to Draco. "And we're married, when I'm going down I'm taking you with me."
"Why did I agree to marry you again?" Draco asked irritated.
"You didn't agree to anything – last time I checked, you simply announced we were getting married without telling me about your plans for the two of us." Ginny huffed. Draco smirked at that, dreamily gazing to the window, for which he gets smacked around his head.
"Jeez woman!" Draco rubbed his head. "Shouldn't we be going to the kids?"
"Well come on then!" Ginny said, walking out of the room with her husband hot in her heels. Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville and Harry rolled their eyes at the two. Soon they were joined by Latanya.
"So, what's the plan formed by the Horcrux collectors club?" Latanya asked. They looked at her as if she was crazy. "What? Luna came up with the name!" At this, they turned to Luna, who smiled dreamily.
"Just ask the Blinking Buratihopper." Luna said. "She came up with it."
"Who is the Blinking... Bu-" Hermione had trouble with recalling just exactly what Luna had said, but Harry intervened before Hermione managed to figure it out.
"Anyway, we'll be going to split things up. We'll have to take down all of the Lestrange named bastards and bitch – I know, watch my language – and then I'll go talk with Sirius about the whole thing."
"Sirius? Oh, did we forget to inform him about things?" Hermione looked shocked.
"We forgot to inform everyone, 'Mione, but that's not the problem here." Harry sighed. "We do his on our own, but I simply do not fancy the Goblins being mad at us again. That compensation cost me quite a few pennies. So, that's why Hermione made plan B, which pretty much means killing Bella, her husband and her brother-in-law."
"You've forgotten their names, haven't you?" Ron smirked.
"I will not answer such a ridiculous question."
"He has." Latanya nodded towards Ron. "So, that's Helga's cup. The Diadem is up here, I take it you've destroyed it already?"
"Course I did." Harry looked affronted. "Do you really think I let a part of Voldemort's soul live in a castle that's supposed to teach young and innocent children about magic? I believe to be a better Headmaster then that!"
"What about your scar?" Neville asked.
"Do not ask me headache-questions, Longbottom. Aren't you supposed to be quiet and dumb during this time?"
"I wasn't dumb, I was shy and a stuttering mess. There's a difference, Potter."
"Same difference to me."
"Harry and I talked about the necklace and we agreed that Ron will be the one going to the Headquarters to get it." Hermione quickly supplied, giving Harry a motherly 'Knock-it-off-you're-being-stupid' look. "There are only four persons that can get in because they know the secret. We all know what would happen if Harry went inside," They shared a solemn nod, "Ginny will probably be skinned alive for marrying a Malfoy," Which once again was met with a solemn nod, "so Ron is the only other person available to get there."
"And why aren't you going there?" Ron asked. "You don't have loads of relatives trying to get the story out of you!"
"That's because I'm your wife and I tell you to do it in my place... and I might be the only one that can accompany Harry to get the ring. It's in a house filled with booty-traps and Harry needs someone who can keep her mind cool and is smart enough to figure out what to do." Hermione reprimanded her husband.
"But there's no wood!" Ron said in a childish tune, earning him a well-placed hex. "Jeez woman!"
"Draco and Ron are so freakin' alike when getting hit by their wives." Latanya muttered to Neville and Luna, who agreed.
"And then, what do we do then?" Ron asked.
"Necklace, cup, diadem, diary. The scar will be looked by later, don't you dare let Harry kill himself again. He knows it's not going to kill him now and I do not know the side-effects of that. Therefore, I'm not willing to risk it." Hermione said.
"Hear, hear!" Latanya nodded. "He's not going to leave me with Nate all by myself. I might bring him back to murder him slowly and painfully if he does so." Harry gulped and saluted.
"That leaves the snake." Hermione sighed. "Which is for the others. Luna, Neville, Ginny and Draco."
"Why am I not part of any Horcrux-catching, exactly?" Latanya asked angrily. "I'm not weak and if this is your idea of keeping me safe..." She turned to Harry, rage visible in her eyes.
"Latanya." Harry sighed. "Who do you think is going to convince Sirius to get the vault open?"
Silence.
"Are you on drugs?" Latanya asked quite seriously.
"No! Of course n-"
"Because I can totally see that conversation going. 'Oh, hello Mr. Black, I'm your godsons wife and I am the mother to your grand-godson! Nice to meet you! Oh, me and my husband are fighting Voldemort through something very life-threatening and I was wondering if you wanted to help me retrieve and item that is going to need to be destroyed in order for Voldemort to die! I just need to get into the vault you recently got ownership of, which is an incredible coincidence, don't you think?' Yes, I'm sure that's totally going to help Harry!"
"He's not going to listen to me." Harry shrugged. "Nor to anyone else. Besides, you wanted to do something, right?"
Again, silence.
"You absolute bastard. Fine. I do it. Now give me a bit more detail, or I'll kill our wonder-boy over here."
