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Info: This chapter had been hard. I had redone it 2 times now... Was going to name it "Trolls and the Tales"... But decided that there no need to rush Daphne's Tales...
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A/N) - The Pairing, well, I need to have Hermione and Harry to fall in love... It is a romance, but i am really Sorry for Harry/Fleur fan out there... but in the end it will be Harry/Hermione...Well i will keep it a secret for how they will end... Going to be some kind of Drama...
The Ultimate Test
Halloween
Chapter VII
Hermione's nose wrinkled to the smell. She grabbed her nose and squeezed it, trying to keep the deadly smell out of her poor little cute nose.
Her mind was dazed from the amount of bad air in the loo. She wondered about her own wisdom of going to the loo, and not the library to let her mind wandering to the questions of life itself.
The smell was getting ticker and she could hardly breath. Her stomach made a flip, trying to push what inside up through her throat. Hermione didn't hear anyone going in, she didn't hear anyone at the other side of the door.
It was impolitely to think poorly of others. But the other girl, or who was making the smell, would be a laugh of the students population if it ever came out.
Deciding to sneak herself out of the bathroom, she rose up from her toilet seat. She had just managed to place her hand on the handler. Opening the door, she saw it. A green face, with funny ears. Huge eyes and a green face that reminded her of something stupid.
She knew instantly that there were no Girls other that her in the loo, the course of the smell was a troll. It was looking down on her, like it was trying to decide what to do with her.
Hermione gasped, but it seemed to be the deciding factors as the troll roared angrily. It swing it's club toward her. She dodged barely in time to avoid the huge club devastating doors and wooded walls that was separating the loo's from each other and the bathroom itself.
She ran toward the stone wall at the end of the bathroom. Pulled her wand up, "Stupify!" she yelled and the beam of red light flew toward the trolls from her wand. The troll looked like it knew what was happening, moved the club in the way of the beam of light. Intercepting it.
The troll rushed toward her in anger, and Hermione dodged and rolled under it, while the troll ran head in the stonewall and made a little crack.
"Stupefy" Hermione shouted as she came behind the troll. The spell hit the troll at the back, but the skin deflected the spell and sent it toward the ceiling.
Shocked by the troll spell resist, Hermione looked for the way out. She ran toward the door.
Due to her small size the troll reached her with only a few step,swinging the club and only by share luck of hers saved the young witch from being hit, as she felt over a wooded debris. The club barely touched her hair as it swung toward the huge mirror on Hermione's left side.
The blast from the hit sent sharped glass's flying all over the room. Some of the debris cut Hermione on her left leg. Another piece pierced into her right shoulder, deep into her flesh and bone.
She screamed in agony, her adrenalin pumped but was not enough to subside her pains. She tried to move as far away. But the pains from her wounds stopped her for every step.
The troll lifted the club, readying itself for another swing at the poor girl.
"Bombarda!" A girl shouted, and a small explosion hit the troll chest where the heart was supposed to be. The blast damaged and startled the troll, and it was making the troll taking a step back. Hermione realized the spell, and cast one of her own.
"Bombarda!" She yelled, trying to push as much magic into her spell. Aiming her wand at the troll's chest. A huge blast forced the troll two step back.
It however only made the troll more angry and unpredictable, as it roared with all it's lungs. Hermione was going to cast another spell, but some one came before her.
A huge explosion at the middle of the troll chest, so powerful that Hermione could feel the shock-wave pushed her farther away. The troll however, was blasted to the other side of the room, into the stone wall.
Hermione turned her head around, to see Harry standing there with Daphne beside him. His wand was up. His face was full of determination.
He lowered his wand and their eyes touched. The intensity of the emeralds eyes, she could only stare in awe. There were the feeling of being protected, the feeling of her protectors behind those green eyes. His face softened as he rushed toward her. Pulling her into his arms. Hermione could only let go, as her body was turned into liquid in his strong arms.
Never before had she ever feel as she did now. Pains and wounds were forgotten in the moments. She loved every seconds of it. Closing her eyes to better feel the sensation of Harry's touches. The warm feeling and the feeling of being safe.
"Harry!" A scream interrupted her moments, but before she knew it, she was pushed away. Her disappointment could clearly be seen. As Hermione fell, everything was as slow-motions. She didn't know why he pushed her away, but as she hit the floor...
"Harry!" She screamed, not for him pushing her down, nor for her disappointment of loosing her place on his arms. She screamed as she saw the flying club hitting him frontal, sending him flying to the wall.
"Bombarda!" Daphne cried out, the anger could clearly be heard, the sound of pure hatred behind the spell. The arm of the troll which had been the one throwing the club was blasted away. Dark blood spread all around the places. Hermione was not done, not satisfying, as she moved her shaking hand up, pointing her wand at the troll. She wanted a piece of the troll too..
" Verum secans!" Hermione shouted. The red light moved as a boomerang as it flew toward the troll, and cut the head of its shoulder. A Spell she had instantly gotten into her head, like she had used it before. The feeling of had cast spell before, the feeling of deja vu.
Finally satisfied, she managed to turn around and saw Daphne trying to heal Harry's wounds. His blood was everywhere. It startled her, stunned her. She couldn't move. Seeing her friend's lifeless body, seeing Daphne crying in agony, as she cast spells after spells to stop the different wounds from bleeding.
Hermione fell to her knees, not even notice the pains from her wounded leg, not even her blooded shoulder the girl notice.
The world around her started to fade. Only the sights of Harry was left alone. Darkness formed around her in a form of a tunnel, leaving Harry at the end of it. She didn't want to close her eyes, but the loose of blood and her magic-exhaustion had their own way with her body. As darkness fell over her. She could only remember her world destroyed by the image of her friend, lying lifeless in the arms of Daphne...
"Arry!" Fleur screamed out of the blue, startled her mother and grandma. Wings formed behind her back, as her eyes glowed blue.
The energy from her scream, the rage from her magic-core sent a huge shock-wave centered all around her, blasted anything in the radius of ten meter away from the young witch.
"Arry", she started to sob uncontrollable as her angel-like wings returned to her body. Tears were falling.
["Fleur"] Her mother and grandma came rushed toward her.
Fleur shook her head, she could only speak one word, "Arry" she answered, barely with enough sound. She didn't know why, but she knew Harry had gotten hurt, she could feel her connection lost. Or what it was to her lost.
She tried to fade to him, but she couldn't concentrate, as images after images hunting her mind with the image of his lifeless body. The dream, she had, returned and taunted her.
"Call Albus" Her mother ordered, but to who she didn't know or didn't care.
["Fleur?"] Gabrielle came, and hugged her. Fleur returned the embrace and was happy for her little sister support. ["Harry is hurt?"] The girl asked bluntly. But Fleur could hear and feel the fear from the little girl, she too loved him. A lovely brother to her little sister. the best brother ever she noticed...
["Don't worry, he will be alright"] She assured the younger girl, trying to keep her own doubts away from her statement. She didn't want to scare her sister, and in the back of her mind. She hoped that, if she said it out loud, that he was okay. She would believe it herself.
They embraced each other for some time. Both scared of what had happen to Harry.
The sounds of her mother and grandma arguing stopped the two siblings from their comfort. It was the awaiting news.
["Mother?"] Fleur asked. Veela never looked old, not really old anyway, but what her mother face showed her. Her mother face was full of sadness, her eyes in the break of tears. She looked like she had aged 20 years.
["We going to visit Harry soon..."] The woman paused at looked at her mother for advice, the older lady nodded, ["You power is still dormant, so we can only take Gabrielle with us"]
["No!.. please I need to see him mother, please!"] Fleur rushed to her mother and fell to her knees begging. Her body felt numb, everything around her started to fade. Her breathing become longer, as more emptiness consumed her mind and body.
She could barely rise up, as her mother and grandma rushed toward her, screaming something she couldn't hear or understand.
Gabrielle had taken Fleur's face in her small hands, saying words to her, but non made sense. House -elves were pupped around and they looked scared, but she didn't care.
["Fleur!"] her name echoed in her mind. She could feel her magic leave her, searching for something she didn't have.
["She is exhausting her self!"] Her grandma said, Even if Fleur heard and understood it, she couldn't stop. More and more images of Harry's lifeless body filled her mind, taunting her. Leaving her in the edge of her sanity.
["It's not right..."] Fleur said tired, her mouth barely move, her eyes red. She knew the fight Harry was in, while she was sitting on her knees and feel pity for herself. Harry was fighting for his life.
She could hear his screams echoed now in her mind. He was calling for her, she knew it. ["Harry is calling for me... please mother"] Fleur begged, but she could barely move, she herself needed the help.
["What do you mean Fleur?"] her mother asked. Fleur didn't see the questioningly look everyone gave her. She couldn't even tell how she knew, but she just knew it.
["He need me... "] She paused, it was the same feeling she had, when she and Stacy saw Harry for the first time, ["Mother... Please..."]
Her grandma gasped.
["If you don't want you daughter to die out of magic exhaustion, I think we need to take her to Harry instantly!"] Her grandma stated, if Fleur had any strength left, she would had jumped and kissed her grandma.
["But She can't be near Harry yet!"] Her mother countered.
["Why?"] Her sister asked, and Fleur wanted to know too, but her body seemed to loose more energy for every seconds. Making her weaker.
["It's already to late... because"] Her grandma said, but Fleur eyes were already closing.
["Arry..."] She whispered...
In the darkest corridors, Harry was running for his life. A liquidize form of darkness was following him, hunting him.
He remembered the club hit him, only to have him waking up in the corridors with many doors. But he was not alone. A creature was after him. For every step it took, darkness consumed the lights.
Harry turned to the left, stopped up and rested his back on the cold wall. Nothing make sense to him. He was inside a nightmare so it seemed.
Panting heavily, he tried to listen for any sound of his hunter. The sound of something pulling itself at the floor. A scary inhuman sound. He could feel the cold air, everything around him started to froze.
"Please wake me up!" He whispered, hoping for anyone to wake him up. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to know if his friends was alright. He wanted to see Fleur, Gabrielle, while he dreamed. Not the nightmare around him.
"Set me free!" a voice hissed demanding, and startled Harry. He started to run, trying to get as far away from the sound as possible.
The dragging sound was getting louder even if Harry was sprinting. Doors after doors passed him, as he ran. The sound keep getting louder and Harry could feel his heart hammering as it were no tomorrows.
He could feel his feet getting heavier for every step. It was a losing battle.
Harry turned his head back, He wanted to see what was after him before it took him. He knew he couldn't escape now.
There he saw it. A creature of a humankind, but Harry knew that it was impossible for any human to look like how the creature did. The skin was pale, and it moved with its arms and hands. It was the eyes that scared Harry to dead.
It had blood red eyes, glowing with the intensity of pure hatred, and the desire to kill.
Harry could feel all his hopes left him as he stared into the eyes of the creature. But as he was ready to stop running and face the inalienable. A warm feeling rushed toward him. It was filled with love and warm.
AS the feeling gave him new energy, a light formed in the end of the corridors. Harry with new hope, sprinted toward the source of light.
"No! No!" the creature hissed in disbelief. As the sounds of hissing and dragging slowly faded. Harry smiled and reached the end. He rushed passed the doorway and a 'smack' sound stopped him.
Harry turned around, and was now standing in front of the cell door, he had seen so many times.
"Open!" The creature hissed as it came into view. The red eyes glared at Harry...
"Never!" Harry replied, he could feel the energy rushed back to him. Soon after, everything around him was fading.
Harry knew he just needed to open his eyes, as he did, he could see the ceiling.
The disorientating feeling left him wondered where he was. A warm breath on his neck startled him, but as he turned his head around, he could only smile.
He was starring directly into Fleur' blue eyes. Her arms snaked around him, and he noticed that he was lying on a bed with her. Now that he was awaken, she was moving closer to him ... their faces inches away, and it was getting closer. It was until their nose touched she stopped her moving.
The young girl was biting her lips cutely, and Harry couldn't stop himself from smiling. Her eyes sparkled of happiness and relief. Harry wondered if she was the light in his nightmare.
Her soft breathe reached his skins, his mouth and his nose. It was warm and calling to him, trying to pull him closer. He did know that he needed to do something, but he couldn't find any answer to what to do.
"Go back to sleep Arry" Fleur whispered to him, and he could only nod. He was tired. While he couldn't feel the rest of his body, he trusted Fleur with all his heart. He knew he was safe.
Memories from the encounter with the trolls came back, but was soon washed away as sleep again took him. This time there were no nightmares hunting him. No endless corridors. He fell to sleep with a smile, dreaming off a young blond witch holding his hand, while gazing at the blue sky... He had his family protecting him, he had Fleur by his side..
Not knowing that Gabrielle had taken the other side, squeezing and comforting him.
Hermione was awakened by the suddenly yell.
"He is not yours, he is not the one you knew!" A girl hissed.
Hermione could have scowled at the girl for waking her up, but her dazed mind prevented her form doing anything.
"I know, but I do love him... every time I see him, I think he is the same person I lived with.. fought with..."
Hermione didn't know who the girls were talking about. It was also annoying to her that, it was hurting her head. From the annoying chatting between the two girls. Not to mention, she tried to recall her memories of the episodes. Trying to recall why she had been placed in the bed nearby two annoying girls talking. Probably some kind of gossiping of a guy.
She would have believed it were her roommates talking, but they didn't sound like them.
"In your story, he didn't fall in love with you, but two other before he even noticed you..." The other girl declared leaving Hermione blank.
"I told you, it was real, I am real... so you don't believe in me anymore?" Hermione could clearly hear the hurt in the girl voice.
"I believe you, but do you really want to tell Harry your story?"
AS the name of Harry came up, memories rushed back to the young witch mind. As she rose up from the bed, "Harry!" She gasped, her eyes were wide open, as she scanned the room. She noticed Daphne on the bed with Tracey sitting on her left, staring at her with widened eyes. She then looked to he right and saw blond hair and black-raven hair, barely visible under the blanket.
"Hermione..." Daphne whispered from behind, "He is okay, go back to you bed. I don't like the professors questioning us right now."
Hermione turned around and actually did was she was asked. She trusted the girls words, and it helped her to know, who was on the bed to her right, Fleur and Harry. Not really care how the young blond had gotten to Harry. Hermione had a feeling, she had been sleeping for a quit some time.
"How long had I been out?" She asked the two girls.
Tracey shrugged her shoulder, while Daphne looked at her with a piercing look. "I don't know, maybe two till tree hours. " She said and then glanced pass her and nodded toward Harry and Fleur.
"I am not sure what had happened, but they gave both of them a sleepless potion after a failed attempt to separate them, after theyr took a little girl away, but Ms Delacour didn't want to go. I wondered why you didn't wake by the screams from the Delacours. Who by the way are scolding both the professor and our dear healer. " Daphne paused at pointed toward a door at the far corner of the room, "They have been in that room since... and that was two hours ago."
"oh" Hermione made a 'o' shaped mouth, and tried to analyze the new information gained. She, however, kept glancing toward Harry.
AS the images of his lifeless body in the arms of a crying Daphne returned, she turned her head toward the girl. Noticed a sadness in the girls' eyes, as she was taking a sneak glance toward Harry.
"Can I ask you a question?" Hermione asked, her tone soft and gently. The blond witch with apple green eyes nodded, "What are the story of you and Harry..."
Daphne tilted her head as she was eying Hermione carefully. She then looked passed her, and Hermione knew who she was trying to look at. "It doesn't really matter now..." She said defeated.
Hermione was not satisfied from the young witch answer, but Tracey interrupted.
"I can't believe you, you don't even want to fight for him?"
Hermione looked questioningly toward the statement, but didn't want to interrupt as it seemed Daphne was going to counter it.
"You said it yourself, he is not the same!" Daphne replied.
"Please!" A french voiced accent interrupted both of the girls, as they turned their head to stare at where the sound came from.
"you are waking Arry" The girl stated as she rose to sit on the bed. She looked tired, but something told Hermione that she had been listened to their conversation.
"How long had you been listened?" Daphne asked bluntly.
"Long enough... Now will you please explain to me, why I can feel your magic trying to connect to Arry?" Fleur paused, she was actually looking annoyed at the young girl. Hermione looked to Fleur then to Daphne. Noticed that Daphne gasped by Fleur statement. Hermione then knew, that Fleur was telling the truth.
"My Grandma and Mother can see it too, so you have better start to explain..." Fleur demanded, her eyes was now sending dagger to the young witch. Hermione gasped by the young Frenchman's glare, she was just happy that it was not pointed toward her.
"I... "Daphne stopped as Professor Dumbledore entered with McGonagall close behind. The Delacours entered a few moments later.
"aah, looks like Miss Granger are finnally awaken" Prof. Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes, that caused Hermione to blush a little. She had read a lot of book about the man, but she had never really spoken to him.
"mm" She managed to stutter, she was in awe of the man. she was not a star-stuck girl or anything, it was just that The great Albus Dumbledore had achieves so much, and she just hoped she would be as great as him.
"I have the statement from Miss Greengrass how the Halloween went from her point of view, it was rather fascinating, I might add," The ancient man said with his eyes twinkling knowing toward Daphne, before he returned to look at Hermione, "Now what do you remember of the accident?"
Hermione gazed at Harry, and then toward Daphne before facing The Professor. "I had a lot in mind, and wanted a quit place to think things thorough, I remember an unhealthy smell reached my nose, at that time, I believed it was a student, " Hermione blushed, "Who was relieving herself..."
From that moment, she told the headmaster of the incidents, to the point where she saw Harry lifeless body.
The headmaster sighed and nodded, " Well, then I award Miss Greengrass 50 point for the well use of healing spells" The Headmaster nodded toward Daphne, but Hermione noticed that he had a curiosity look on his face, before it was replaced by the twinkly eyes.
"To you Miss Granger, I reward you 25 point for helping defeat the trolls, and give time for Daphne to help Harry" The headmaster added. Hermione had a feeling the headmaster actually blamed her for the accidents somehow, so she forced a smile trying not to look hurt.
"I also would like to award Mister Potter 50 point for self-sacrifices...," The same man finished, Hermione who had been listened closely, knew that he wanted to add more, but stopped himself.
"Now I most leave" The headmaster stated and turned toward The Delacours, "Prof. McGonagall will have the necessary arrangement for your departure.." With the nod from the Delacours, the headmaster and Prof. McGonagall left them.
"Miss Greengrass...?" A beautiful woman with blond hair that seemed to glow to the light said.
Daphne who didn't seem to want to look into the eyes of the woman answered with a hesitated tone; " Yes..."
"Please notice your guardian zat we 'ave a..." The woman stopped, gazed at Fleur who was starring dagger at Daphne, and then to Harry. Her eyes softened, and Hermione could feel and see the sadness from the woman.
The woman then turned her head toward an elder blond, who was as beautiful. Hermione first thoughts were that she was her elder sister. The elderly woman nodded.
"an urgent matter to discuss, a letter will be send s'ortly, and zat you will be include in the matter"
"Yes ma'am... uhm Madame Delacour" Daphne answered slightly shaken.
"And, I 'ad 'eard so muc' about you Miss Granger from 'Arry,.." The woman smiled at Hermione, who couldn't help but to blush by what the older woman had said. She didn't think that Harry had included her in his letters. Not that she had hoped, that he had included her as much as she had included him in her own letters.
"Be safe... If you ever visiting French, please inform us." The woman singsonged her voice sounded light and happy. With a smirk toward Fleur she added, " I zink 'Arry will be delig'ted to 'ave you wit' us."
"I will remember, Madam Delacour" Hermione said, she sneaked a glance toward Harry, but as she saw Harry sleeping peacefully. Hermione noticed that Fleur was eying her carefully, before the said girl scowled toward the woman, who laughed delighted.
All the Delacours kissed a sleeping Harry goodbye. Hermione found her heart melted seeing Fleur trying to use as much time lying with Harry before the elderly Delacours managed to pull her away.
And that moment as they left, Madame Promfey walked in, "Now Miss Davies, my wards need sleep!" The older woman said and shooed the red-haired girl out.
"Miss Granger and Miss Greengrass, no talking!" The woman stated, and walked to Harry, placed her wand over him and muttered a spell. There was a white light on her wand. The healer examined her wand with a sigh, after that, she muttered something about, trolls, bond, veela...
As the older woman walked into her offices, Hermione turned to face Daphne, but she was lying on her bed with her back facing her...
She didn't know if the girl was sleeping.
Hermione, who still had a lot of questions, was going to call Daphne, but decided to follow Madam Promfey's advice, so she tried to get some more sleep. Hoping that the girl would answering her questions the next day.
A/N)
Decided to cut this chapter short with 800 words lesser than expected.
I actually wanted to rush Harry's first year, so we can get to the fluffy, Kissyface Harry, and... Yes a talking Harry!
But Harry Really need to find out about a secret before we can go anywhere with him :(...
Well, This is still a Hermione and Harry Story...
Conversation with Narch on MSN:
[15:45]Stinia Narch says: Maybe we need to recheck you other chapters, but I can't beta read your story, I can't pick any wrongness without a grammar books.. blah blah...
[15:45]Angel says: but you can read my chapters and correct some huge mistakes?
[15:46]Stinia Narch says: ya, I will eying the chapters... by the way: "In disbelieve / In disbelief" - "Anger and angry" Just to point out some stuff...
[15:46]Angel says: I don't get it?
[15:46]Stinia Narch says: Just that it was used in incorrect sentences and so on... By the way, Back to "Chapter III, The Warnings?"... I am loving it!
[15:47]Angel says: Thanks... Will you beta read Angel and Champion then?"
[15:47]Stinia Narch: Sorry, I can only point out some stuff, but you are getting better. keep it up!
[15:48]Angel says: *Crying* well, thanks any ways, i am taking this conversation in my story!
[15:48]Stinia Narch: Do what you most... *blink blink*... back to your chapter III!
-A/N- why i putting this conversation up, one of my biggest supporter, even due to her lack of time, she helped me getting better... but she is pushing me with my other stories... Like the one called: Angel and Champions...
PS - I think this is one of my best chapter for this story...
