Chapter 8

A new addition

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"According to the instructions," The black-haired boy muttered, peering closely at the parchment as he walked to the wall separating the two large staircases leading to the male and female Gryffindor dormitories. "The initial entrance should be here." A majestic statue of a lion stood in front of the wall. Harry and Hermione had never given this sculpture much thought since it looked like a proper decoration for the common room of Gryffindor.

"What's the next step?" Hermione asked inquisitively as she ran her long slender fingers along the top of the cold, granite mane of the statue.

"We'll need to set a password." Harry answered as he lifted his head from the parchment and quietly glanced at the brown-haired witch. He ejected the wand from his holster into his palm as he pondered. Harry finally decided on the password when a captivating image of Hermione dancing gracefully in his arms had flashed in his mind. He tapped on the grey nose of the lion twice as he spoke "waltzing angel." The stone lion moved aside, revealing a gloomy, narrow area with a winding granite staircase. Hermione's cheeks were slightly red when Harry glanced at her. "I guess you won't have any problems remembering the password?" Harry asked with an amused glint in his eyes as he grinned rakishly.

"Let me set the password the next time." Hermione answered as she walked into the room. "I'll see if you like sexy green-eyed seeker." Harry chuckled lightly as he followed her into the room. The moment both of them had entered the room, the stone lion had moved silently back, closing the entrance as the torches in the room lit up.

Harry and Hermione silently climbed up the stairs and found themselves in a common area. The roaring fire in the fireplace illuminated the room. There were several large comfortable armchairs by the fireplace on the opposite end of the room and a small round dining table, surrounded by four chairs was placed near the entrance of the room. There were even accommodations for their pets: a large stand stood near the window for owls to perch on and a basket near the fireplace for Crookshanks to curl up in.

Hedwig, we have moved into our own quarters. Where are you? Does Crookshanks know how to get in? Harry thought as he suddenly remembered Crookshanks was unfamiliar with Hogwarts.

I'll be carrying him into the quarters later. He seriously needs to lose a bit of weight. We're at the Owlery at the moment. I carried him in to have some fun. Hedwig added gleefully.

Why did you take him to the Owlery? What did Crookshanks do? Harry asked curiously. He was sure it wasn't anything good from the slightly impish hint of Hedwig's thoughts.

He did what all cats like to do. He chased birds, more specifically irritating, assuming, pompous, chauvinistic male owls. They always seem to think I'm a trophy that they can win after beating every other male owl in the place. The Owlery is a huge mess with their beautiful feathers of different colour scattering every way. By the way, fancy having one of two pillows made of owl feathers? Freshness and softness guaranteed. Hedwig returned.

An image of Crookshanks plucking feathers from owl with his mouth the same way someone plucked feathers from a chicken came into his mind, and he shuddered at how cruel Hedwig could be.

You really have a wild imagination, Harry. I can assure you that I am not that cruel. He is just chasing them around the Owlery in his attempt to swipe them with his paws. You can't imagine how much feathers can fall off because of a bit of stress. Hedwig explained.

Why didn't they fly out of the room? I thought owls loved their feathers?

The female owls had wisely left as soon as I came in with Crookshanks. I think it's because those males thought I'd become their mate if they could impress me with their courage by staying in the Owlery with a fierce cat prowling around. Of course, I said nothing like that. She added haughtily. All I said was that most female owls would want a mate who was fearless like that. Hedwig added in a nonchalant tone.

Harry burst out in laughter. It was dangerous to get on the wrong side of Hedwig. Make sure Crookshanks is unharmed or else Hermione is going to have a good talk with you. He thought in a firm tone.

He'll be fine. One of the conditions was not to harm the cat. Hedwig added in a casual tone.

I can't believe the owls were stupid enough to do that. Harry commented.

Not all owls are gifted with intelligence, Harry. You're just one of the blessed wizards who have one as a pet. Hedwig thought rationally. Harry had rolled his eyes at her arrogance. The offer still stands, Harry. Do you need a new pillow?

Harry turned around to ask Hermione about it and realised that she had spaced out. Her brown orbs were glassy and her eyebrows were knitted together in deep thought as she stared at the fireplace. "Hermione?" Harry spoke as he waved his hands in front of her face. She was jolted back into reality by his actions.

"Yes?" Hermione asked as she tucked her wavy brown hair behind her ear.

"I was wondering if you would fancy a pillow made from owl feathers. Hedwig is really enthusiastic about it." Harry grinned warmly. He peered at her closely when he realised that she lack the familiar glint in her beautiful chocolate eyes.

"I'll be fine with anything, love." Hermione answered. She was looking at him intently with a weird expression on her face.

Hermione gave the green light. But I'll need to clean the feathers before we really make them to a pillow. Harry instructed.

The answer seemed to delight Hedwig greatly. I'll take the feathers to the house elf. They'll know what to do with them. We'll see you later. It's time both of you get into bed. Good night.

Harry arched his eyebrow when he noticed the weird expression on his wife's face. "Is something wrong?" He asked worriedly as he took a closer look at his wife. Hermione shook her head and turned away from him. His emerald orbs widened in surprise but he shrugged it off and blamed it on the long day they had. "Dear, it's very late. Let's check out the rest of our quarters tomorrow morning." Harry smiled warmly as he wrapped his arms around her shoulder and led his quiet wife into their bedroom.

The bedroom was decorated in equal splendour of traditional Gryffindor colours. A large comfortable bed was placed right in the middle of the large room. There was a huge built-in closet that took up an entire wall. A dresser stood near the entrance of the room. There was a large oak study table beside the oak dresser. Harry and Hermione would have been in awe of the grandeur of the room if they were not used to Edmund's taste.

There was an adjourning bathroom connected to the bedroom. It was decorated in the same fashion and it was sparklingly clean. The white basin and toilet bowl were of a gleaming white. There was no doubt that the house elves had taken great effort in making the quarters presentable by refurnishing the entire place. The young couple prepared for bed silently.

After he'd brushed his teeth, Harry had his back turned to his wife as he stripped down to his boxers - his usual bedtime outfit. Hermione had already climbed onto their new bed in her nightgown. He could feel the emotions surging though his wife as she openly admired his body. There was a mild tone of lust and possessiveness under her enjoyment.

Harry's breathing hitched.

There was a slight rustling of sheets and Harry could feel her arms circling his waist from behind as she laid her cheeks on his back. Her hands were slowly snaking up his toned abdomen to his well-defined pectorals. His muscles quivered instinctively at her caress as his breathing quickened.

Harry grabbed both of her hands and wrapped them around his neck as he turned to face his wife with a questioning look on his face. It was simply not Hermione to be so forthcoming with her attentions. Hermione was kneeling on their large bed as she searched his face intensely. The sight of Harry mildly aroused made Hermione smiled with her lips seductively parted, further driving his hormones wild.

"Dear," Harry gulped clearly as he drew a hand through his hair nervously,"W-what are you doing?" Harry stammered. Desire was surged through him, heating his blood, sending it singing through his veins, forcing him to pull her closer to him. Harry tried to resist the action with all his will.

His body had tensed up immediately when Hermione leaned closer to him, moulding her body against his as she led him onto their bed. "I am trying to seduce you, love." She whispered huskily into his ear before she lifted her face to look at his reaction.

His emerald eyes widened dramatically as he looked into those brown eyes that were darkened with desire. With the open invitation, Harry found his control over his desires slipping by the second. He needed the bathroom urgently! Harry urgently tried to remove the arms around his neck and make a dash for the bathroom. In the House, Harry always got away from her and solved his 'problem' in their bathroom.

However, Hermione had refused to let him go and had tightened her arms around him. It was evident from the determined set of Hermione's jaw that he was not going to solve his problem that way this night. "Harry, I don't need you to be a gentleman tonight. I need you to be my lover." Hermione said with pleading eyes. Harry had always rejected her advances but the desperation in her tone shattered his will. His lips swooped down to capture her slightly parted lips in a demanding, searing kiss as he cupped her face with his calloused hands. His mouth opened over hers, slanting back and forth in a fierce, wildly arousing caress that send heat coursing through Hermione. He could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly against his hard chest as his heart raced.

"Hermione," He breathed in a ragged whisper, sliding his lips down her pale neck, and sending shivers of delight up her spine as she gasped and tangled her hand in his black hair. He was lost in the haze of nameless yearning. He pressed his lips on hers again, moving his lips passionately against hers as he lowered her to their bed. His tongue slid ardently back and forth, sending rolling waves of lust to flow through her body, urging her lips to part for his probing tongue.

The moment Hermione submitted herself to the sensual pressure by parting her lips, his tongue slid between them, plunging into the soft recesses of her mouth. Jolts after jolts of wild sensation rocketed through Hermione as his tongue explored her mouth, until, in a fever of dazed desire; she touched her tongue timidly to his.

Harry's response was immediate. He groaned and pushed himself closer to Hermione, crushing her breasts against his chest, his tongue delved deeply into her mouth, and then retreating to plunge again and again in a wildly exciting rhythm. Harry shuddered at the contact when their tongues touched and caressed. It drove both of them over the edge with the overload of passion in their blood. Harry's hands had begun to stroke her body on its own accord, causing her to shiver with pleasure from all the sensations he was evoking. Neither of them could think anymore as blood rushed away from their heads.

"Harry." She muttered breathlessly when he tore his mouth away from her lips and focused on spreading tender kisses on her eyelids, her adorable nose, and along her jaw line. Harry then alternated between brushing his lips and grazing her neck passionately. Hermione had moaned his name and writhed under him in sheer pleasure.

Harry took her lips once again in a drugging kiss that made her knees weak before lifting his face to admire her beauty. Her masses of wavy brown hair had fanned across the pillow as she stared back him with lust filled eyes, pink cheeks, and swollen lips, panting heavily.

Hermione seemed to have some other plans. She immediately flipped him over so that she was now straddling his waist as she looked at him. The glorious mass of brown hair was cascading over them. "Harry love, you are so gorgeous." Hermione said ardently, as she teasingly traced her finger along his defined jaw. Her fingers trailed slowly across his lips as Harry shuddered at the sensations she was evoking in him. Hermione replaced her fingers with her lips.

You are mine. She thought passionately as she kissed him.

Her kisses seared his flesh like glowing brand, her mouth moving from his lips to his neck and chest, causing Harry to clutch the bed sheets tightly in restraint as he groaned her name. Hermione put her hands against his chest, slowly spreading her fingers, and was amazed when her simple action made his breath catch. Experimentally, she slid her hands lower, and the taut muscles of his stomach clenched reflexively.

Her fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers but before she could yank it down, Harry had grabbed her hands and pulled her face to his as he pinned her on her back. "Wait." Harry said his voice hoarse from passion as he kneeled over her. He slipped his hands up her exposed smooth thighs slowly, caressing and touching as his hands moved upwards. Her nightgown began riding up as he explored more of her body, exposing more of her. He slipped his hand underneath her nightgown and lifted it over her head and discarded it to the side as he took in the sight of his wife.

"Sweet Merlin." Harry groaned. His emerald eyes follow down from her defined collarbone to her breasts and down her flat toned abdomen. This magnificent girl lying on the bed with him was all his and his heart swelled with pleasure.

I am yours, love.

Like a hungry man presented with a great feast, Harry leaned down to taste her sweet skin and explore her body throughly.


Hermione lay on his chest as Harry gathered her close to him with a hand. Both of them were tired from exploring each other's body. "We should have tried this earlier." Harry smiled tiredly as he tenderly pressed a kiss on her forehead. He dimmed the lights with a flick of his hand.

Hermione snuggled up closer to him. "Well, it couldn't be helped since you insisted on being a gentleman." Hermione teased as she laid her flushed cheek on his toned bare chest.

"Well, you know one thing can lead to another." He returned as he scratched his head with his free hand. "I know we've been together a long time, but I didn't think I'd have the will to hold back. Love, I promised Dad that we'd wait until at least next year and you are only turning 14. What was with the sudden need for physical contact anyway?" Harry asked curiously. Hermione was passive when it came to love.

"I-I nearly lost you today. I just needed a re-affirmation." Hermione stammered as she buried her face on his chest.

"Hermione, you know better than to lie to me. We don't keep secrets from each other." Harry chuckled as he tipped her head up to face him. Mirth was evident in his glowing emerald eyes as glazed at her.

"Ididntlikethewaythegirlswerelookingatyou." She mumbled as she hastily averted her gaze and her cheeks turned crimson red.

It took a while for Harry to understand what she was saying and he burst out laughing. "Hermione love, the girls always look at me because I am the Boy-who-lived."

Her face reddened even more. "It is not that, Harry. They were staring at you and drooling over you like you were some tasty piece of meat. They didn't even bother to hide their attraction to you." She answered in a huff. Harry playfully nuzzled his wife's neck.

"I'm glad you finally understand how I feel." He smiled affectionately as he wrapped his arm around her bare body and buried his face into her brown hair. The comforting familiar vanilla scent was luring him to sleep. "You don't have to worry about them. I'm all yours to keep." He gave a tried yawn. "Goodnight, angel." Harry said as he kissed her head lovingly.

"I belong to you, too, Harry. Good night, dear." Hermione answered as she pecked his lips before snuggling back to his chest. She was lured into a deep slumber by his hypnotic steady heartbeat.


It was still dark and chilly when Harry and Hermione had headed out to the school grounds for their routine morning jog, using Harry's invisibility robe and a secret passageway his father had found during his second year. "It was a good idea to get tracksuits. I never thought that it would be this cold in the morning. It's best we keep our guard up since the Dementors might wander into the grounds at any time." Harry said as they jogged towards the lake. Even enshroud in darkness, the lake was still a sight to behold with the majestic Hogwarts Castle as its backdrop.

"Are you terrified of the Dementors after yesterday's experience?" Hermione asked with deep concern as she peered closely at the boy jogging next to her.

"Not really, but the incident highlighted a very important point. Edmund has been training us in terms of skills and knowledge but clearly I have to be less hasty in the future. I endangered our souls, yesterday. Moreover, it is always better to be vigilant. I'm sure the Dementors would be more tempted to get onto the school grounds because of the students' excitement." Harry answered thoughtfully. "Dobby will be joining us as our house elf later in the morning."

They had jogged halfway around the picturesque lake when they felt the unnatural chilliness that Harry remembered clearly. Across the lake, a trio of Dementors were approaching a student. A feminine scream of fear pierced through the stillness of the early morning when the girl saw the approaching vile creatures.

"Bloody hell." Harry said. Concentrating on the memory of the previous night, he cast the Patronus spell as Hermione created a shield of wind to protect the student. The white corporal stag charged straight at the Dementors, chasing them away as Harry and Hermione rushed over to check on the student.

The girl had curled up in a corner of the wall, shivering as they approached. To their surprise, she was only garbed in her white school blouse and skirt and was not wearing a jacket or a school robe despite the morning chill. "Are you alright? What is your name?" Harry asked kindly as he lowered himself to her height and checked on her. Harry gave a sigh of relief when he realised that she was unharmed.

It was a close shave. Harry and Hermione exchanged concern looks with each other. She was a rather petite girl with long straight blonde hair. When she had lifted her pale face to look at them with her large round blue eyes, Harry could see the unshed tears clinging onto her eyes. She was visibly shaken. Despite of that, she tried to put on a tough front. "I-I am a-alright. M-my n-name is L-Luna." She spoke as her teeth chattered with cold. Harry took off his jacket and wrapped it around her as Hermione cast a warming spell on her. Hermione sat close to her and started to rub her chilly hands with her warm ones. The trembling subsided after a while.

It's Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw. She is in her second year. I recognised her because she always seemed so alone. They have a nickname for her and its 'Loony Lovegood.'

"We can't stay here for long because there may be other Dementors prowling around. Let's head back into the castle. We'll have to go to the Gryffindor common room to avoid being caught by Filch. Can you walk?" Hermione asked with concern lacing her tone.

Luna shook her head.

"I'll carry her." Harry answered as he placed one of his hands under the crook of her knee, another beneath her back, and easily lifted her up. "We're going to the Gryffindor common room. Hold on to me." Harry said as he smiled at the petite girl. She was frightened by the sudden gesture and was glancing unsurely at Hermione. She smiled at her with assurance as they rushed into the caste.

They used the invisibility cloak to get back into the common room. Harry gently laid her on the large couch near the roaring fire as he conjured drinks for them to drink. Hermione sat quietly next to her as she had wrapped a friendly arm around Luna's slim shoulders.

Harry sat the in armchair closest to them and waited for Luna get settled down before they talked. There were a lot of questions on his mind and he didn't want to scare the frail-looking girl.

"Thank you for saving my life, Hermione and Harry." Luna said quietly as she sipped her hot chocolate.

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't think I've introduced Hermione or myself. How did you know our names?"

"The Gremles told me."

A look of puzzlement crossed his face. Elissa had never mentioned anything like that in their lessons. He glanced at his wife and saw a similar befuddled look on her face. Hermione had merely shrugged in response.

"Luna, why were you out at such an hour? It's dangerous with all the Dementors patrolling the grounds." Harry asked with worry lacing his tone.

A mild look of surprise had crossed her face before she explained. "My housemates gave me the wrong password by accident and I was locked out of Ravenclaw Tower." Luna answered truthfully. "I didn't want to be caught by Mr Filch or be a bother to the rest of my housemates so I decided to spend the night outside like always. Sometimes, when they forget to inform me of the sudden change of password, I spend the night out in the school ground. I met the Gremles that way." She answered sincerely. Harry could see the innocence in those clear blue eyes.

Hermione's eyes had widened in shock. "It wasn't your first time? Why didn't you inform the Professors?" Good grief, Harry. She has only started her second year.

"People can be forgetful at times due to the influence of the Piages so it is alright." Luna answered simply.

"Why aren't you wearing your jacket or robes then?" Harry asked soothingly as he fixed a warm smile on his face. He took a great effort to keep his tone gentle since rage was ravaging his body. He could not believe the amount of bullying the young girl was suffering. What nerve the Ravenclaws had to bully such an innocent girl like her. No one has the right to mistreat another person no matter how different they are. Harry growled inwardly.

"It was taken away." Luna replied simply. "I suspect the Himmles were behind it again. They are quite fascinated with clothes sometimes, but will return them eventually when their interest wanes two weeks later. They are more interested in other things like parchments, ink bottles, and quills most of the time. Those never turn up after they disappear." Luna went on plainly as she blinked.

Hermione could feel Harry's anger surging through his body. As much as I want it, you can't hex the entire house the way you are planning to right now. Hermione thought as she held his hand.

Neither can we allow the mistreatment to continue. Can you imagine what would've happened if we didn't find her in time, dear?

I don't want to even think about that. We'll give her our friendship, love. From the way she defends her housemates, I think we'll get along well. We'll offer her a place to stay and help her to get even with them. It's after all her decision if she wants to inform others about the bullying. Hermione answered calmly. If Harry hadn't been emotionally linked to her, he would've thought that she didn't care from the cool tone of her thoughts, but he could sense she was just as furious as he was. He found himself agreeing to her suggestion. He was glad that he had such a level-headed wife.

"Luna, it's going to be breakfast soon. Would you fancy a nice warm bath? I'll give you some clothes so that you can shower and change." Hermione suggested with a friendly smile on her lips.

"I don't want to trouble you. I won't fit into your clothes and I don't think I'm allowed to enter your dormitory. I'd better return to the tower." Luna answered hesitantly as she lowered her head and tried to stand up.

Hermione placed a firm hand on her arm. "I assure you that it won't be any trouble. We'll have to go in the dorm for us to explain it to you." Hermione explained. Luna glanced at their faces and was shocked to see genuine sincerity in their eyes. It was the first time anyone other than her parents had shown so much warmth to her.

Luna did not object when Hermione had taken her arm and led her to smaller sitting room in Gryffindor traditional colours of red and gold. Hedwig was perched on the stand near the window, sleeping soundly. A large ginger cat was seen curled up awkwardly in the basket near the fire.

The basket looked too small for Crookshanks. With an amused smile plastered on his face, Harry kneeled next to the basket and enlarged it as he stroked the cat softly. Luna was watching the couple with deep interest. Luna could see a warm glow of love in Hermione's eyes as she looked at Harry. The sweet sight of two people in love melted her heart.

"I'm glad that both of you are in love with each other. I'd thought that the two of you were forced into marriage." Luna smiled genuinely at them.

Harry and Hermione's jaws had nearly touched the ground at her statement.

"How…" Harry asked as he stared at the petite blonde. He was sure that he had never dropped any hints that they were married.

"The Gremles told me your real names, Harry and Hermione Potter. Would you prefer I use your titles instead, Lord and Lady Gryffindor?" Luna asked quizzically when she realised that they were flabbergasted.

Harry exchanged a quick glance with his wife. "Um… no. We'd rather be called by our names. Well, we actually wanted our marriage to be kept a secret." Harry answered as he scratched the back of his head nervously. The next thing that Luna did was another shock to the couple.

"I, Luna Lovegood, swear upon my life and magic that I will not disclose any secrets Potters entrust me with, under any circumstances. So mote it will be." Luna said as she took out her wand.

"You didn't have to take a Wizard Oath. You might die in the future if ever go against it." Hermione protested loudly.

"It's fine. I'm very sure it must be very important to keep your marriage a secret since both of you look as if you can't get enough of each other." Luna answered with a reassuring smile.

The young couple had blushed at her words.

"We didn't want others to know because they might guess the nature of our marriage. We share a soul bond. We don't want the news to get to the wrong ears, hence the need for confidentiality." Hermione answered simply.

"Well, I was thinking along the same lines. After all, it must've been very difficult to stay calm when you see others ogling your mate. Anyway, you said something about showering before heading down for breakfast?" Luna asked as she peered at Harry.

"We are going to alter one set of school uniforms that Hermione bought recently so that you can use it for today. I think I'm going to try to get your things back for you later. They are new. You don't have to worry about undergarments since Hermione will be able to make some for you. She's really good at tailoring." Harry smiled warmly as he checked his watch. With a quick twist of his wrist, the wand was in his palm. "I'll be using the main bathroom. Accio clothes." Harry said. A set of clothes and a towel flew onto his hand. "How I love the convenience of magic." Harry grinned rakishly as he lovingly kissed Hermione's cheeks before heading off.


The Gryffindor common room was empty when Harry had settled in his favourite armchair to revise for his upcoming written potions test that was taking place after their breakfast as he waited for the two ladies to join him after their bath. He had known the material by heart but his brilliant wife had put her foot down and insisted that they review for it.

It's so Hermione to do so, he chuckled happily. She was forever nagging Ron and him to study. The memories of them spending time together flooded his mind as his heart ached. He closed his eyes and willed the memories away. It was stupid to be thinking about all that. Harry could feel that this was the end of his first friendship. A slight frown marred his face as he stared blankly at the fireplace and the potions book lay forgotten at the side.

"Good morning, Harry. Thinking about Ron?" Neville asked as he sat in the armchair closest to Harry.

"Good morning, Nev. Was it that obvious?" Harry asked flatly as he looked away from the boy.

"Well Harry, the two of you were very close. What else would propel you to attempt to save his soul at the expense of your own, Harry?" Neville answered as he smiled warmly.

"Well, I don't understand how things turned out this way."

"I've no answers for you, Harry. However, I'm sure that he'll probably realise how foolish he is for forsaking a great friend like you and eventually ask for your forgiveness." Neville assured as he clapped him on the back and stood up.

"I guess so. Mind joining Hermione and I for breakfast? We'll have to wait a little longer for her though." Harry asked sincerely.

A shocked expression crossed his face momentarily before a wide smile spread on his lips. "I'd love to, Harry." Neville replied cheerfully as he settled back into his seat. "I hope you don't mind my curiosity. I never heard you entering or leaving the dormitory last night. Where'd you go?"

"I have my own quarters now since I'm now the Head of the Potter family." Harry explained.

"How are you coping with the Potter affairs? I'm sure your muggle relatives didn't teach you about managing a magical household." Neville asked thoughtfully.

"I'm doing okay. The Potter family has a group of dedicated and intelligent house elves that are overseeing most of the day to day affairs. I'm picking up tips as I go along. I have to meet with the head elf later. I guess you can call me the Lord-in-training." Harry answered with humour twinkling in his emerald orbs. Neville laughed.

"You can't do wrong in the eyes of the Wizard Society, Harry, simply because you are Lord Potter and the Boy-who-lived. When are you formally acknowledging your status?" Neville questioned.

"Do I need to throw a party? I thought it could be kept low-key? "Harry asked with surprise in his green eyes.

"Naturally, since you are Head of the Ancient and Noble House, you'll need to throw a party and invite all the Lords of the noble families." Neville explained.

"I must say that your Grandmother has been doing a good job in coaching you. You seem to have an extensive knowledge about all of it." Harry smiled.

"The Longbottom house isn't as distinguished as the Potter house, but we are still an old Wizarding family. Well, Gran has always wanted me to be an outstanding Lord when the time comes for me to inherit the title. However, I'm not really doing well in my studies." Neville answered dejectedly as he lowered his head.

"Great grades do not necessarily mean an outstanding individual. It only means that you have a great grasp of the knowledge that Hogwarts has imparted to you. Take a look at Voldemort. He was an excellent student, but would you consider him an outstanding individual? It is the way one treats others that marks the individual. A great man treats everyone with respect and lives with strong, honourable convictions. Anyway, I'll be more than happy to help you with your studies if you want." Harry offered with a warm smile.

"It'll be too much of trouble. I'm dismal in a lot of subjects." Neville protested.

"No, you're not. You just lack confidence and confidence is built up by not putting yourself down that way." Harry admonished. Gee, I sound like Hermione. Harry thought.

"I'd love the help, but would you have the time? You have to handle the Potter affairs." Neville asked.

"Well, if you are that concerned, Hermione can always help you. She just loves to share her knowledge with people whenever she can." Harry beamed warmly. It was one of her endearing traits, her selflessness with knowledge.

Neville began laughing when he had peered at Harry. "You really do love Hermione, don't you?"

His emerald eyes glowed with love."I do. She's the most brilliant girl I've ever met. I was humbled when she agreed to go out with me." Harry admitted honestly.

Most guys would have teased him mercilessly, but not Neville. With a warm, earnest smile on his face, he declared, "I'm glad that the two of you are together. She's really a nice girl. She even offered to help to find Trevor when she saw me searching for something on the train on the first day of school." He said.

"Thank you. You don't know how much this means to us." Harry grinned. Neville is joining us for breakfast, love.

Sure, darling. I don't know why we never got a chance to know Neville better. I learnt so much about him last night during dinner.

Do you mean that slightly chubby guy that Crookshanks was laying comfortably on yesterday? Hedwig asked sleepily.

Yes. Hedwig, why don't you rest some more?

There are a lot of owls in the room waiting for you to intercept their letters. Dobby is doing that now. Hermione called for him to be your personal house elf. I'm waiting for them to leave before I go back to sleep. Anyway, Neville is a nice lad. I thought you didn't have to attend lessons this week? Why are both of you up so early? Hedwig said.

We wanted to do some revision before our exam this afternoon. Besides, Hermione and I are used to waking up before dawn for a jog.

Are you mad? There are Dementors around. You could get hurt. Hedwig protested angrily.

We were fine. Harry assured. However, I think I need your help. We met this girl who's always being bullied by her peers and we saved her from the Dementors this morning. Would you mind accompanying her to her lessons for the rest of the day? I doubt anyone would try to come close to you after last night.

That's a splendid idea, love. Hermione chimed in. What do you think, Hedwig?

Harry could see Hedwig probing through their memories of their new friend. I hate bullies. If I find out who the culprits were….No, all of her housemates should share the same guilt. Just tell me when your breakfast is over and I will follow her. Please remember to inform her too. I 'm going to catch a few winks, Hedwig concluded.

Charles, your head of the house elves, wants to see you too. We'll meet him in the afternoon. Hermione added.

Darling, you are such a thoughtful wife. I nearly forgot about the thing about getting personal house elf. Thank you. Harry thought fondly.

"Why haven't you joined us for meals before? I mean it seems as though over the past two year you've found a good friend in Hermione" Harry began inquisitively as he looked at Neville closely. Neville shifted uncomfortably.

"Ron." Neville responded as he lowered his head.

Before Harry could ask anything further, the two ladies had finally joined them. "Hi, beautiful." Harry greeted as he kissed Hermione's cheek before wrapping his arm possessively around her waist. Neville was surprise to see a Ravenclaw with them but he immediately stood up and before he could introduce himself, the blonde girl spoke.

"Hi, Neville. I'm Luna Lovegood." Luna introduced herself with a friendly smile. Her blue eyes were glowing with sincerity as she looked at the slightly chubby boy in front of her.

"How did you know my name?" Neville asked in surprise, as he glanced at Hermione and Harry. Hermione was laying her cheek on Harry's chest. The young couple seemed like they were lost in their own world. Neville glanced back at girl standing in front of him.

"The Gremles, of course. I'm really sorry to learn about your parents. They are such wonderful people." Luna stated honestly.

"H-how?" Neville asked, his brown eyes widening in shock.

"The Gremles, remember? They remember every single one that went through Hogwarts and had told me about them." Luna answered as she smiled. "They told me about your parents because I asked them about you. I usually see you alone." Luna added casually.

Neville's face had turned red as he lowered his head. To save him from more embarrassment, Harry decided to speak up. "I don't know about you, but I'm famished. Let's head down to the Great Hall for breakfast." Harry said in mock solemnity.

"It's getting late. Let's go." Luna added with a bright smile.


The Great Hall was already quite full with students when the four of them entered the place. Everyone was staring at them as if they were on display, but the couple ignored them and went to their seats. The Professors were sitting at the Staff table having their breakfast and Harry and Hermione shot an affectionate smile at Hagrid before they sat down. The half- giant had returned the smile and gave them thumbs up, which made the young couple beam. It was evident that he was very happy about their relationship.

"I'm glad that the Weasleys aren't here. With their tempers, things could get ugly." Neville spoke as he glanced across the Gryffindor table and didn't see any of the redheads.

"I can't believe he had the cheek to think of Harry that way!" Hermione hissed. "He better be glad that it was Hedwig and Crookshanks punishing him rather than me." Hermione said coolly as she started eating her breakfast. Luna immediately changed the subject and started to tell them about her father. They learned that her father was the editor of the "Quibbler" how he takes her with him on his explorations. As she shared these experiences with them, they found it all difficult to believe but they were still very fascinated by her tales. Hermione and Neville soon joined in the conversation with tales about their own family. It was an enjoyable meal for all of them as they learned more about each other.

The hall had suddenly become silent when a certain seventh year strode briskly down the hall towards them and stood behind Harry. His face was as red as his hair as he glared furiously at the cheerful raven-haired boy. The gleam in his emerald eyes had died when he saw who was standing behind him.

"Good morning Percy, is there something I can do for you?" Harry asked politely after he stood up. Despite his cool tone, everyone could hear the warning lacing his tone. Even though he was only in his third year, he was already the same height as Percy.

"I want to formally call you out for a duel for my honour." The insolent Head boy said as he threw his chest out pompously.

"I have no interest in accepting your challenge." Harry answered idly. "Was there anything else?"

Much to Harry's surprise, Percy's face had turned redder. "How dare you reject…"

"I have every right to since you have no reason to call me out. You were the one who threatened my familiar with magic. I was gracious enough not to call you out for that. Leave before you become a disgrace." Harry answered impassively.

"You took my brother's girl, snapped his wand, broke his arm, set your familiar on him, and beat me in front of everyone by using a sneak attack. You say I have no cause to call you out for a duel? You are just a coward!" Percy roared.

"Don't be so daft, Weasley. Let's get this straight because I don't like others to have a bad impression of my girlfriend. Hermione was never your brother's girl. We were dating since the start of the holidays. Was your brother with her during his second year? He wasn't. Everyone in Gryffindor can tell you that. That is all I have to say to you." Harry answered as he settled back into his seat. He looked at his wife, "Where were we before we were interrupted?" Harry asked his company politely.

"Ah huh!" Percy shouted triumphantly with a satisfied smile on his face, "You didn't refute the other claims which meant that they were true. I can call you out for a duel for harming my…"

Before he could continued, the Weasley twins had intervened. One of them had wrapped his hand over his mouth as both of them tugged him out of the Great Hall. "Stop making a fool of yourself.I'm sorry, Harry." One of them called as they wrestled the struggling Percy out of the hall. Harry and Hermione exchanged surprised looks at the sudden change of event.

"I didn't think Percy was so concerned about his brothers. I guess I was wrong." Neville added sheepishly.

"No, he's more worried about his reputation. He lost to a third year in front of everyone yesterday. Naturally, he wants to get back his honour. I really don't understand what Clearwater sees in him." Harry answered as he shrugged.

"That's mean, love." Hermione admonished. "She is a rather nice girl."

"I agree. She always tries to make an effort to talk to me and help me. She helps me to find my things whenever the Himmles take them away." Luna added.

"Oh?" Harry answered as he raised one of his eyebrows. "That's comforting to hear." He smiled. "However, I'd rather you don't spend your nights in the Ravenclaw tower."

"Thanks, Harry and Hermione." Luna smiled.

"It's nothing much. We will do what we can for you." Hermione smiled comfortingly as she placed a hand on Luna's hand.

"Why don't you want Luna to stay in her own dormitory, Harry?" Neville asked curiously as he glanced at the three of them.

"This morning we found her sleeping outside of the castle because her housemates had given her the wrong password." Harry said crossly.

"What?! There are Dementors patrolling the entrances of the school. That's very dangerous for her!"

"Well, I don't think it's such a bad thing. It's led me to meeting the three of you." Luna smiled.


After breakfast, while the other students trooped to their first lesson, Harry and Hermione made their way to the Headmaster's office to have their written and practical Potions exams. Professor Dumbledore had given them an O.W.L.-standard Potions examination and they had finished it with ease. Harry and Hermione were glad that they were able to take the exam with confidence.

"Harry and Hermione, would you mind having a chat with me before you leave? You don't have any exams later, do you?" Dumbledore asked as he conjured some snacks for them.

"No, we have a little time right now. We'll need to make a certain arrangements with the house elves in the Potter family later and revise for our other tests. Is there something important you needed to discuss, sir?" Harry answered. Do you have any inkling why he wants to talk to us? Harry thought.

It must be our sudden improvement in terms of controlling our magic. The Professor probably wants to know how we managed that. Hermione replied.

How much should we tell? Harry asked.

The bare bones, Hermione smiled. Even though the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I think it's better to be cautious.

"I watched both of you creating the required potions and I was wondering how did you managed to achieve this standard of brewing. The both of you looked as if you could probably take your mastery in potions and pass." Professor Dumbledore explained with a smile.

"Are we really that good?" Harry inquired with surprise. "We've been reading in advance and practising at home." Harry answered simply.

"Yes, I was quite surprised." Dumbledore answered as he looked at them closely. "I never asked, but why do the two of you want to finish your O. so soon and keep it secret?"

"First, it's always beneficial to have knowledge. The O.W.L.s are a benchmark for our learning. Second, with more time on hand, Hermione and I want to continue training ourselves to have greater control of our magic. Furthermore, we want to ensure that we are adequately prepared just in case I have to face Voldemort again." Harry explained. At that statement, Dumbledore's eyes had widened in surprise. "I remember how my mother died. He didn't want my parents' lives. He only wanted mine. I don't understand why he chose me, but this means that he'll do anything to kill me and I want to be ready for it. I want to be able to fight him." Harry answered. "I can't do that if I don't even have the basic skills needed, hence the haste to complete my education. I'm sure you understand the need for all of this to be kept in secret."

"Harry, you're safe here. You don't have to sound as if you are preparing for war." Dumbledore declared as he clasped his hands and peered at them. Hermione and Harry seemed to be rather unaffected.

"Sir, if I was truly safe then I wouldn't have met Voldemort in my first and second year. Besides, it's always prudent to be prepared for all circumstances. Surely you agree that more training is better than less." Harry stated simply.

"I do, but I'm reluctant to allow you and Hermione to be saddled with this heavy burden at such a tender age." Dumbledore replied. Harry and Hermione's faces were devoid of any strong emotions, but from the tone of Harry's voice, he was determined to have his way.

"Sir, the choice was made for me on that fateful night." Harry returned forcefully. A streak of guilt had appeared momentarily on the old man's face. "Besides, we're having fun doing this. We love knowledge, Sir. Moreover, I really want to make certain that we have more time to enjoy life. Right now, you know very well that I could be a sitting duck if Riddle chooses to come after me again." Harry added as he peered at the old man closely.

Professor Dumbledore sighed. "I was hoping you could enjoy more time as a normal teenager. Anyway, I also wanted to give this to you." He said as he took the Gryffindor Sword and handed it to Harry. "The blood of Gryffindor runs through you, therefore you are the rightful owner of this blade." Harry drew the sword out in one swift movement from its scabbard of gold and red and raised the blade into the light. The blade was simple but had a lethal beauty about it. Harry had never properly admired it last year but now he could. It was a single-handed, long broadsword that had rubies on its hilt. The blade of the sword had shined in the light. Harry gingerly picked the sword up. The sword felt like it was a part of him and Harry knew he could wield it in ease. Harry had finally found his weapon.

"Thank you." Harry answered as he slid the sword swiftly back into the scabbard. "I want to ensure that I survive the battle for Hermione's sake. If I perish, she will die with me." A flash of guilt appeared in his eyes. "I can't allow that." Harry declared firmly as he cast a loving look at his wife. "We'll need the information and expertise of people who had experience the war to prepare us." Harry said sincerely.

The honesty of Harry's tone convinced the old man that he was foolish in thinking that Harry and Hermione could be dark. Harry was fighting for the survival of his love. Yet, he was unable to set aside the pride of an old man, admit his follies, and lend them some assistance. Harry was right about the part that he was the one fated to fight Voldemort. It was difficult for Dumbledore to acknowledge the passing of his time.

"I'll consider you request, Harry." Dumbledore added tiredly. "You have an appointment soon, right? Best be going."

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances with each other. "Sure Sir. Thank you for the refreshments" Harry nodded politely as he picked up his sword. The young couple bid him a good day, excused themselves, and headed towards their quarters.


"The Professor seemed to be bordering on a personal crisis. I didn't think that my request would have such a great impact." Harry said as he scratched his chin. They were comfortably settled in their own sitting room. The Gryffindor sword was placed in their bedroom.

"Pride comes with age. People who have lived past the century mark tend to think that they are invincible. I think it's something the Professor needs to get over. I think he may have done things that he doesn't want others to judge him by as well." Hermione added simply after much thought.

"I have a feeling that it's those things he's trying to hide that we need to know about. The professor is intimately connected to the betrayal of my parents because he was the leader of the light back then. It was at his suggestion that my parents used a Fidelius charm. What if he was the one who allowed them to put Sirius Black in prison without a trial?" Harry asked.

"Why would he want to do that? He knew that the secret keeper was Pettigrew." Hermione, playing the devil's advocate, questioned.

"I think it would suggest that he's trying to keep Sirius quiet, wouldn't you agree? Sirius was the initial secret keeper, it was switched to Pettigrew, and then the betrayal took place. So Sirius Black would have had first-hand knowledge of the whole betrayal. If the Professor was the one who suggested to my parents to switch to Pettigrew, then the betrayal took place because of his folly. I guess we still need another piece to fall in place before we can conclude anything decisively. But, if this is the truth, this means that the Professor is way too manipulative for his own good." Harry answered as he shuddered.

"We'll just have to be even more careful. I was thinking about talking to Professor McGonagall after our test." Hermione suggested. Hermione suddenly recalled the guilt he felt when he told the Professor he could cause the death of her by dying. "Harry, my life will hold no meaning if you weren't alive. In fact, I'd be better off dead. For that I am glad that I'll only live as long as you do." Hermione smiled lovingly.

Harry raked his hand through his black hair. "Darling, you could live well without me. I mean you lived about twelve years of your life happily before you met me. You've mum and dad to consider, too. If we didn't have this soul bond and I died in the hands of Riddle, I would want you to continue living in joy. I love you so much that I wouldn't want to see you waste your life." Harry added emotionally as he looked at his wife.

"Do you think that I love you less? I love you so much that I would cease breathing if I ever find out that you're gone - the pain will be unbearable. Instead of being preoccupied with death, I'd rather we celebrate every single day I share with you, Harry. " A soft smile touched her lips.

Tender emerald eyes met the soft brown ones. Love was evident in their eyes and it drew the couple together like gravity. They kissed.

Hermione was sitting contently in his lap when Harry remembered that they had to meet the head house elf. "Charles, can we meet you now?" Harry called out politely. A familiar crack was heard and an old and dignified house elf appeared in front of them. He was dressed neatly in a suit that had the Potter crest on the pocket of the jacket.

"Good afternoon, my Lord and my Lady." He greeted gravely with his deep voice as he did a brief bow. "I am Charles, the Head elf. I've been serving the Potter family faithfully for 6 generations. It is an honour to meet my Lord and my Lady."

"Don't stand on ceremony with us. We would rather be addressed by our names, Harry and Hermione." Harry requested courteously.

"Please pardon my reluctance to do so. You are Lord and Lady Potter now. I must respectfully insist that you practice getting used to it." Charles replied stiffly with a bow.

Hermione smiled. He's a sticker for formalities, dear. I think it's better if you don't insist.

"That's fine, Charles. What is it that you wished to speak to me about?" Harry asked.

"I need to discuss your ball with you. It is customary that we host a ball and invite all the Heads of the Noble houses to attend so that you can be formally introduced to them. Since my Lord is still in school, the ball would be held during the Christmas Holidays. My Lord and my Lady need to do a bit of preparation so that you won't embarrass yourselves. These are books on the History of Potters. My Lord and Lady must read them before the ball." Charles said politely as he handed them two thick tomes.

"Host a ball? Isn't it a bit too soon?" Harry asked in surprise.

"There is really no point hiding, my Lord, since you are acknowledging your position in school. A ceremony befitting of your status is important in establishing ties within the Wizard Society. It is advisable to make allies and not enemies."

"That's wise of you, Charles." Hermione added approvingly. "We'll have the ball during the Christmas holidays, then. I will not attending as Lady Potter though. We both were thinking of announcing our marriage only after I come of age."

"As you wish, my Lady and my Lord. This will give us the opportunity to prepare for a lavish wedding. Dobby tells me that my Lord and my Lady had a small marriage ceremony several months ago, is that correct?"

"Yes. Dobby was a great help." Harry answered with a smile as he played with his wife's brown tresses.

"I think my Lord will be happy to know that in your absence, I put Dobby through an intense training. He is now fully able to assist you in all aspects of my Lord's duties." Charles announced.

Dobby speaks very eloquently now. He is really a changed elf. Hermione added.

"I'm glad that you thought of that. I'm not too familiar with what my new position entails." Harry admitted sheepishly. I guess we're not the only ones who went through a makeover.

"Don't worry, my Lord. We will guide you through your duties. Dobby will inform you of the more important duties later, my Lord. If my Lord requires my services, I will be more than happy to help as well."

"Thank you, Charles. And thank you for maintaining the household in my absence." Harry returned graciously.

"It is my honour to serve the Potter family, my Lord and my Lady. Do my Lord and Lady still require my assistance?" Charles asked politely.

"No, that will be all. Have a good day." Harry smiled warmly.

"Have a good day, my Lord and Lady." With a 'crack', the imposing old house elf disappeared.

"Charles is too educated to be a house elf." Harry commented.

"Dobby tells me that at the Potter mansion, there's a school for house elves. They are taught to speak and write well, along with many other subjects." Hermione smiled at the thought. "I was surprised why they did not spread the need to educate their house elves to other families." Hermione said as she turned her body to face him.

"I guess the other families didn't want it. I'm sure that most of the elves would've run away from the families if they were educated. Education would open their eyes and make them see that they are unfairly oppressed." Harry smiled as he nuzzled her neck playfully.

"I think it is lunch time for both Luna and Neville. Let's head down and meet them." Hermione suggested. Harry lifted her off his lap and placed her on her feet easily.

"Let's go, Angel." Harry said affectionately, as he took her hand and walked out of the sitting room.


A/N: Hi everyone, hope you enjoy the chapter. I want to thank my beta reader,frustr8dwriter for doing such an wonderful job. Thanks for all who have reviewed for the last chapter! Well, please kindly tell me what you think about this chapter. Please be informed that one of the updates will be late because I will be alway from the 11-18 July. Have a great week ahead =)