DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY.

WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT.

Chapter 9

Harry awoke with Hermione's bum pressed against his groin. He realised that he was rock hard again, and tried not to move. Harry didn't want to wake up Hermione, who was still sleeping peacefully. As he carefully adjusted himself, she stirred slightly and rolled over, her leg draped over Harry.

Harry was now in a bit of predicament. Because of Hermione's movements, he was now pressing ever so faintly against her flower and if he moved forward he would push against her, probably causing Hermione to think that he was trying to do something to her whilst she slept.

Harry decided it would be best just to move back, but as he began to move, Hermione started to slowly move her hips whilst she slept.

Harry froze.

Hermione's hips moved faster, and she started to grind against him, his manhood slipping up and down Hermione's folds as she moved. As she had rolled over Harry could see Hermione's face and she muttered, 'Harry … don't … stop … close.'

Harry's eyes widened as he realised that Hermione was having a sex dream about him. He didn't know what to do. It was starting to feel good for him as well, and, if Hermione's mutterings were anything to go by, it felt good to her too.

She moved faster, and then suddenly she stopped. Harry waited, not sure what was going to come next. Then, Hermione opened her eyes.

Harry looked straight into them. Hermione blinked several times and pushed herself up on an elbow. She looked around their bedroom for a moment, then back at Harry.

'What's wrong?' she asked.

'Er, Mione, you kind of, er, well, you-' Harry stammered, and then sighed, saying, 'What were you dreaming about?'

Hermione frowned, trying to remember. Then a look of shock came over her face, and she blushed a deep pink. She buried her face in her pillow, and didn't say anything. Harry just stared at her, waiting for Hermione to say something.

Eventually she peeked at him, and when she found that Harry was still looking at her she went back to the pillow.

'Mione...' said Harry, trying to coax a response out of her. He placed his hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. It worked, and Hermione turned her head to meet Harry's eyes.

'I was dreaming about you,' she said quietly.

'So why are you trying to hide?' said Harry softly.

'Because, I- I was having a- a certain type of dream,' said Hermione.

'And what type of dream was that?'

'It was- Harry I had a sex dream about you!' cried Hermione, and buried her face in the pillow again.

Harry smiled to himself, and rolled onto his front so he was able to kiss Hermione. He started by kissing her back, worked his way up to her neck, and then to her exposed cheek.

'Mione, why are you embarrassed?' he asked.

'Bcaus I thnk I cme,' said Hermione, her voice muffled by the pillow.

'I didn't catch that,' said Harry. Hermione raised herself up from the pillow and before she could speak Harry claimed her lips. He placed a hand on her cheek and their tongues met.

'Because I think I came,' she said guiltily, after the kiss ended.

'You did,' said Harry matter-of-factly.

'Oh no!' Hermione cried out again and buried her face back into the pillow.

'Hey, Mione, shh, shh, it's okay, I don't mind,' cooed Harry, 'It was quite nice actually.'

Hermione finally decided to sit up, which pleased Harry for two reasons. One, now he could talk to her properly, and two, the covers fell away, revealing her breasts. Harry sat up too, and put his arm around Hermione.

'What do you mean, "it was quite nice"?'

Harry gave her a little squeeze and said, 'Well, you were kind of riding me.'

'What?' screeched Hermione. 'I was riding you?' She looked down into her lap. 'But I don't feel any different and there's no blood or-'

'Okay, riding wasn't the right word. You were grinding on me. I woke up and I was hard, then you rolled over and our parts were pushed together and you started to move, and then, well, you know,' Harry finished lamely.

'Why didn't you stop me, Harry? This is so embarrassing,' said Hermione.

'I didn't want to wake you up, and you seemed to be enjoying yourself. You said that you were close, and that you didn't want me to stop,' said Harry.

Hermione let her head fall into her hands.

'I said that?' she said, raising her head again, and looking up at Harry. He was trying very hard not to smile.

'Yes, darling, you said that. And I don't care one bit that you had a dream about me. In fact, I wish I had a dream about you, where we were going at it.'

'You, you do?' said Hermione, giving Harry a small smile.

'Yeah, of course, you're beautiful, Hermione, and I love you,' said Harry, and he leaned down to kiss her again.

When Hermione broke the kiss she looked down at Harry's lap and saw that he was still rather hard from here grinding. He was also slightly wet with her love juices.

'Harry, you're still pretty excited, aren't you?' said Hermione, nipping his ear.

'Yeah, I suppose I am.'

'Do you want me to,' she paused, giving him mischievous smile. 'Give you a blowjob?'

Harry found that hearing Hermione using such language aroused him even more. His organ twitched in reply and Hermione giggled. This made Harry grin wider than he'd ever done before. Hermione didn't giggle a lot, and he was happy that he was able to make her do it.

'You don't have to, Mione.'

'Well then, maybe we should go to the next level?'

The instant Hermione said that something happened to Harry. He had expected that if Hermione asked to have sex with him he'd be happy. But he found himself panicking.

'Mione, I'd love to. But what if- What if I'm not very good? What if I can't make you- you know …'

Hermione placed her hand on Harry's cheek.

'Harry, there's nothing to worry about. It doesn't matter if you can't make me orgasm during our first time. In fact, hardly any girls have an orgasm during the first time they have intercourse. It actually hurts a bit… and I want to do this with you before we go after the Diadem.'

'Mione, I don't want to hurt you,' said Harry softly.

'Harry, it only happens the first time,' she assured him.

'I- Okay. If you're sure, Mione. You want to do it now, right?' Hermione flashed Harry a grin and kissed his lips lightly. She rolled onto her back, then beckoned Harry to position himself over her.

He put his arms either side of her, supporting himself.

'It's okay, Harry. I'm ready,' said Hermione determinedly. Harry nodded and aligned himself with the opening in her flower. Just to make sure he was in the correct position, Hermione reached down and guided him until he was pressed at her entrance.

She gave a short moan at the contact. Harry could feel the heat radiating from her.

'You can start. One big push to break my hymen, then stop, please. I'll need to get used to having you inside me, then I'll tell you to start moving.'

Harry could only nod, he was so nervous. He was about to push in, when Hermione cried out.

'Oh! I almost forgot!' She grabbed her wand again and pressed it against her stomach. It glowed red for a brief moment then returned to it's normal milky-pink. 'We don't want a baby. At least not yet. You can go now.'

With that Harry thrust forward, hard. He felt Hermione's barrier for a moment, then it was gone as he broke through. Hermione cried out, this time in pain not passion. Harry didn't like hurting Hermione, but forced himself to continue on the justification that this would only hurt Hermione once, and then it would lead to a lot of pleasure.

Once he had passed her now broken barrier, Harry stopped as Hermione had instructed him. She had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. Harry tried to distract her from the pain by kissing and suckling her neck like he had done earlier, and played with her breasts, his elbows now supporting him.

'Harry, start moving, slowly.'

Harry didn't stop kissing and playing with Hermione. He started to move his hips, easing in and out of Hermione. He felt guilty, but it was the first time he'd appreciated how hot and wet Hermione was for him. This made Harry feel quite good, especially as he'd been able to make her that wet, and turn her on that much.

'Mione, is it okay if I finish?' he asked. Harry had been trying to hold back, hoping that Hermione might start enjoying it. But she hadn't started to yet, so Harry didn't think she would today.

'No, it's okay, darling. You can cum.'

Harry let himself go, and spilled his remaining seed inside Hermione. His breath caught in his throat, as he throbbed inside her.

'I like that,' said Hermione. Harry looked at her, his expression curious. 'You … throbbing.'

Harry decided that instead of pulling out of Hermione, he should start to move inside her again. But Hermione stopped him short.

'Harry, not now, I ache. I just meant that I liked the feeling of you throbbing. Just moving in and out still hurts a bit.' At Harry's saddened face she kissed him deeply. 'I love you, Harry Potter. And I'm glad that we did it.'

'I love you too, Hermione Granger.'

Harry pulled out of Hermione, and rolled off her. Laying next to her, she moved into his open arms.

'Harry do you think you could clean my blood off us?'

Harry held the covers up, and saw that his penis was slightly red with Hermione's blood. Hermione's inner thighs were also a bit bloody.

Harry reached for his wand, but Hermione stopped him. 'Try without a wand.'

Harry frowned at her than stuck his hand down to both of their private regions. He focused in his mind and he felt an odd wiping sensation over his still penis. Harry wasn't sure why, but he could still feel Hermione's love juices coating his organ. He wondered if he had subconsciously decided to only clean Hermione blood off.

Hermione said, 'Well done, darling.' She kissed him, then they both settled down with each other. Hermione let her head rest half on the pillow, half on Harry's shoulder. He put an arm around her shoulders and they just lay there for a while, both of them consumed with love for the other.

They lay there together for a while before Harry said, 'We should get going,'

He removed his arm from around Hermione and swung his legs from under the covers and got out of bed. Hermione made an annoyed noise at not having him close anymore, but she stopped when she had a good view of his bum.

'But I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay in bed with you for the rest of the day,' she moaned, subtly moving the covers to expose her breasts and most of her abdomen. When Harry turned around after pulling on some fresh boxers, Hermione noted that he did take in her body, but he didn't let the sight faze him too much.

'We have to, Mione. We've got to find the Diadem. Then it's just the snake, and we're so close to finishing him.'

Hermione sat up and looked sad. There were delicate tears falling down her still slightly red cheeks.

'Okay,' she said solemnly. Hermione clambered out of bed and walked over to Harry. She pressed her naked form against him, and she felt his arms wrap around her. 'I'm scared, Harry.'

'So am I.'


Harry and Hermione had spent the majority of the day planning what they were going to do. They were trying to decide how they would get into Hogwarts. The Marauders Map helped them greatly, but Harry mood was even further dampened when he caught sight of Ron's name. It was wandering the corridors, but Harry didn't follow much after that, having no interest in Ron.

Unfortunately, Hermione did have an interest in Ron, and when she saw his name and his footsteps she said, 'Look Harry,' pointing at the map.

Harry grunted and looked elsewhere on the map. In his peripheral vision he saw Hermione cross her arms and glare at him. 'You're not still angry with him, are you?' asked Hermione.

'Shouldn't I be?'

'No you shouldn't. He didn't really mean to hit me, he just lost control. And he looked really sorry.'

When Harry didn't say anything, Hermione said, 'He's been your best friend for nearly seven years Harry. Doesn't that count for anything?'

Harry didn't answer again and turned away from Hermione, showing her his back. He could feel his eyes beginning to prickle.

'God, Ron's my best friend. I can't stay mad at him. Even if he did hit the love of my life. His family accepted me, and they treated me as if I was part of their family. He doesn't deserve this from me.'

And Harry broke down. The tears flowed down his face and Hermione rushed to him. She turned him around and hugged him, stroking his hair as he sobbed into her shoulder. It took him a few minutes to calm down, and when he did, Hermione kissed him.

'We'll have to go to Hogsmede and see what we can do from there,' croaked Harry. They hadn't been able to find any way into the castle. The map had shown them that the place was being guarded, and the secret passages had particularly heavy security near them.

Hermione merely nodded and began to pack up all of their things. She doubted that they would be coming back to their tree house home. Once everything was packed into her bag Hermione sat on the sofa where Harry had been waiting for her.

'Harry, friends fight. But the best of friends stay friends even if they do fight,' she said, rubbing his back as she sat down next to him. Harry nodded, kissed her cheek, and stood up. Hermione stood too, and took Harry's hand.

'Do you think we should go and tell the staff that we're leaving? Or should we just go?' asked Hermione.

'Just go, we've wasted enough time. Anyway, we paid for the place, so they can't complain,' said Harry.

Hermione chewed her lip, not wanting to leave without telling anyone. She looked at Harry, and she was forced to stop chewing on her own lip, because he had just pushed his own against hers. Hermione's hands wandered through Harry's hair, and his playfully squeezed her bottom.

'What was that for?' asked Hermione breathlessly.

'You just look so good when you bite your lip,' he said simply.

Hermione let a small smile grace her features, as Harry complimented her. She rested her head on his shoulder and said, 'You can apparate whenever you're ready, Harry.'

Five seconds later the crushing darkness enveloped them as they apparated towards Scotland.

The first thing Harry saw when they arrived at Hogsmede was a lot of white. The snow had covered everything in the village and there were icicles hanging from the roofs. The first thing Harry heard wasn't as blissful as the chill breeze that usually accompanied such conditions, but a blaring din that sounded throughout the village and echoed off the surrounding mountains.

Hermione was still clutching Harry's hand, and his first instinct was keep quiet and run. 'Stay quiet,' he urgently whispered to Hermione, and then he tore off, pulling Hermione along with him. Several dark shapes emerged from the Three Broomsticks and began to fan out across the immediate vicinity.

'Potter?' one of the men bellowed. 'If that's you, there's no point trying to hide from us. There's a curfew, and everywhere is closed!'

Harry ignored the man's claims, and kept running. He ducked down an alley, Hermione still in tow, and then up a set of stairs. They were now on a raised platform, Harry and Hermione hiding behind a concrete wall.

Hermione peered through a large crack in the solid grey mass before them, and scanned the ground beneath them. She quickly retracted her head after a few seconds, and pointed directly beneath them. Harry understood what she meant, and looked around them. He saw another staircase leading down, and jerked his head towards it. Hermione followed him as they moved as fast as they could whilst bent over, so as not to give away their position, and they hurried down the staircase.

Harry saw another set of stairs that he thought he recognised as the ones that lead to the station. Hermione was hot on his heels as they rushed towards them, but just as they were nearing them, a door to their left shot open.

'In here, Potter!' hissed a voice from within the shadows.

Harry didn't think twice and he grabbed Hermione's hand again, pulling her into the building. As soon as they were inside they had to descend some more stairs and they found themselves in a well lit basement.

Above the fire hung a painting of a young, blonde haired girl.

'What the devil do you think you're doing, Potter? Coming to Hogsmede! Why put yourself in such danger?'

An old man had shuffled down the stairs after them, but was still hidden in the shadows thrown off by the harsh, angular walls.

'Who are you?' said Hermione.

'I'm Aberforth Dumbledore,' said Aberforth hurriedly, 'Now back to my questions. Why are you here Potter?'

Harry was startled. Standing before him was Albus' brother, yet the late Headmaster had never told him that he had a brother.

'I- I need to get into Hogwarts. I was given a mission by your brother, I need to get into the castle to finish it.'

'No, you don't need to get into the castle. You need to get away, now!'

'NO!' Harry shouted louder than he'd ever done before, angry that this man was trying to tell him what to do, and objects around the room started to levitate. The cups on the lone table flew across the room and smashed against the wall, the chairs crumpled where they stood. It was only Hermione's touch that calmed Harry down. She had moved over to him and taken his hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

'Darling, calm down, it's okay,' she whispered.

Aberforth was standing stock still, and was wearing a mixture of shock and fear on his face.

Harry spoke slowly. 'I have no intention of harming you, Aberforth. But it is vital that I get into the castle. If you don't know a way in, we'll stay here until the morning and then we'll look for a way in.'

'There- There is a way in,' said Aberforth quietly. And he turned to the portrait of the young girl and said, 'You know what to do.'

Harry and Hermione watched as the girl turned away and began to walk off into the distance. Aberforth left and quickly returned, some water and ham sandwiches floating in front of him.

'Here, you should eat,' he said nervously. Harry and Hermione plucked a glass of water and a sandwich out of the air, and slowly ate them as they watched the girl begin to walk back towards her original position.

Harry finished his glass and sandwich, putting them down on the table. As he turned to see if Hermione had finished, he saw that there was a figure coming back to the front of the picture with the girl. Hermione was already watching as the portrait swung forward.

'Neville!' she cried out, her hands covering her mouth.

'Heya guys,' he said, trying not to laugh at the stunned faces before him. 'Here, I'll give you a hand.'

Neville crouched down in the opening behind the portrait and held out his hand. Hermione went first, Harry giving her a leg up so she could reach Neville. Harry then jumped, grabbed Neville's hand and clambered up into the passage.

'Goodbye, Aberforth,' said Harry simply, and he turned away to follow Neville down the passage.

'My god am I glad that you two are back. Ron's been refusing to tell us what happened whilst you were away. He's been acting really strangely actually,' said Neville as he continued to lead Harry and Hermione down the tunnel.

'We got together, Neville,' said Hermione. Neville stopped walking and Harry walked right into the back of him. After he had regained his balance, Harry saw that Neville was staring at the two of them.

'You got together? As in, boyfriend and girlfriend?'

'Yeah, Neville,' said Harry, sighing.

'Wow. Well done, Harry. Hermione's amazing, in fact I actually had a thing for her for a while-' Neville trailed off, looking extremely apprehensive as Hermione cleared her throat loudly.

'I am still here, Neville.' He looked at Harry, and was relieved to find that the boy with the lightning scar and the weight of the world on his shoulders was looking quite amused.

'Yeah, she is pretty amazing, isn't she?' Harry said, putting an arm around Hermione and pulled her closer, kissing her temple. Hermione couldn't help but smile whenever Harry showed her affection in this way.

As they started moving again, Hermione slipped into thoughts about Neville.

'Neville used to like me? Well, that shouldn't really come as a surprise. I was the only girl that ever talked to him, it's not like I'm the prettiest girl in the school. But if I wasn't with Harry, then maybe I'd go for Neville. I mean, look at him now. He's gone from looking like a clown, to looking like some kind of model. Harry's lucky that I love him so much, otherwise Neville would totally be able to have me,' thought Hermione.

She giggled to her self by accident and was met with an odd look from Harry.

'Why are you laughing?' he asked. She took his hand as they kept treading Neville's path.

'I'm just thinking about how Neville used to look, and now he's so manly,' she whispered. When Harry looked hurt she said, 'But don't worry Harry. I love you, don't think that I'm going to run off with Neville because he looks hot.'

Harry raised his eyebrows, and Hermione gave him a quick kiss. That was enough for him; he believed her.

They seemed to be reaching the end of the passage because there was a crack of light visible from the slight distance that they were at. Neville stopped and then pushed forward on what seemed like a wall. When it swung open Harry realised that it was another portrait.

'Hey guys, look who's here!' Neville called out. Harry and Hermione could hear talking that was instantly silenced when Neville's voice rung around the room. Then Neville stepped to the side, revealing Harry and Hermione behind him.

There was no movement or sound for a second as everyone within the room looked at the two teenagers, still holding hands. Then there was an explosion of noise as the people began cheering as they saw who Neville had lead to them.

'Harry!'

'He's here!'

'Look everyone!'

'It's Potter! POTTER is back!'

Everybody in the room called out at the same time, and the crowd surged forward as Harry, Hermione and Neville jumped down from the portrait hole. Harry saw lots of faces he knew. Seamus and Dean were there, Lavender and Parvati, Ginny, Luna, Cho, Michael Davis the Ravenclaw. As he scanned the room his eyes stopped moving when they reached someone else.

Ron was hanging around at the back of the group, not looking at Harry and Hermione, but at the floor. Harry nudged Hermione with his elbow and she noticed Ron too. She took his hand again and pulled him forward as the crowd parted to allow them through. Harry didn't have much choice in the matter. He knew that Hermione was desperate for them to all be friends again, and she thought that this would be the perfect time to make up.

When they reached Ron, everyone was silent again. The crowd watched with baited breath as Harry and Hermione stood before Ron. The couple were waiting for him to raise his head and meet there eyes. It took him a while but Ron finally raised his head. He looked at Hermione, then at Harry.

'I'm sorry,' Ron said. There were tears in his eyes and he tried to speak again, 'I didn't mean-' But Harry had already pulled his best friend into a hug. Then Hermione joined in and the two boys released an arm to include her in the hug too. Together they stood, holding each other for a long time, each of them knowing that they were all sorry for how they acted. Harry, for hitting Ron. Ron, for hitting Hermione. And Hermione, for not revealing her true feelings sooner.

They were brought back to the harsh reality of the situation when a bright flash engulfed them. They all turned to the direction of the flash, and saw a much older Colin Creevey, still clutching his camera. He gave them an apologetic smile for interrupting them, and took a few steps back.

The trio separated and Harry saw that Hermione was crying slightly. He wiped her face, and kissed her cheek. There were several woops and wolf whistles, and Harry sent some dirty looks in their general direction. He stepped back from Hermione, but took her hand as Ron stood on his other side.

'Right, so I'm back,' he said to the crowd of students.

'It's good to have you back, Harry!' called out Seamus.

'Yeah, good to see you,' said Dean.

'Okay, thanks guys. But we don't have time to catch up. There's something I need to find.'

There were mutterings around the group, and they seemed to listen more intently.

'It's Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem. Do any of you know anything about it?'

No one answered.

'Okay, does anyone know where I can find some one that might know something about it?'

'Well, the ghost of Ravenclaw, the Grey Lady, might know,' said Luna.

'Okay, great. Where can we find her?' asked Harry.

'Follow me, we'll see if she's in Ravenclaw Tower,' said Luna, walking towards the door. Harry and Hermione followed her, but stopped when she did. Luna turned around and said, 'Aren't you coming, Ron?' Harry and Hermione looked at each other, knowing that Ron probably didn't want to come because he still felt a bit awkward around them. Ron shuffled over to them and Luna gave him a swift kiss on the cheek.

Harry and Hermione's mouths fell open. They couldn't believe what Luna had just done. Ron had turned bright red and gave them a taught smile while raising his eyebrows.

'Are you two- Are you- Are you together?' stuttered Hermione. Luna smiled at the brunette.

'Yes, we are,' answered Luna, she smiled at Harry and Hermione.

'Right, okay. Congratulations guys,' said Hermione, trying to let the new revelation sink in.

'Let's go,' said Harry, motioning towards the door.

Hermione, Ron and Luna followed Harry as he opened the door. They stepped out into the corridor and Harry stopped. He looked around at the door they had just come through, and found that it had disappeared.

'Were we just in the Room of Requirement?' he asked Luna and Ron.

'Yeah, we've basically taken to living in there since the Carrows are just fucking brutal now. Aberforth is getting food to us, and Neville is kind of the leader,' said Ron as they hurried through the stone corridors of Hogwarts, following Luna as she lead them to Ravenclaw Tower.

'The Carrows are here?' said Harry disbelievingly.

'They're teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. But now it more like the Dark Arts now. They tried to make us use the Cruciatus Curse on first years. They didn't get to me during the lessons, but Neville refused and that's why he's all covered in cuts and stuff,' Ron answered again.

He had recovered from the initial awkwardness, and it was kind of like having the old Ron back from a few years ago.

They descended some more staircases and rushed though some more corridors, avoiding any students and staff. They reached a spiral staircase and they moved up it as fast as they all could. After they had climbed in tight circles, and were suitably dizzy, they reached a door with no handle or keyhole. There was, however, an bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. Luna reached out and knocked once.

The mouth of the eagle opened and said, 'What question can you never answer "yes" to?'

Hermione instantly went into answering mode. Her brow furrowed and her eyes remained still. Luna looked around dreamily, saying, 'Hmm … '

'Are you asleep?' Hermione blurted out.

'Yes,' said the eagle. The door swung open and the four of them entered Ravenclaw tower. For the first time in their lives Harry, Hermione and Ron saw another common room. Ravenclaws common room was large, and circular. There were arched windows along the walls, the ceiling was domed and there were stars painted on it. Similar to the Gryffindor common room though, were the tables, chairs and bookcases. But in contrast there was a white marble statue standing in a niche opposite the wall.

'That's Rowena Ravenclaw,' said Luna, pointing to the statue.

'Where's the Grey Lady?' asked Harry. He had strode towards the statue, and then turned back to Luna.

'I prefer to be known as Helena,' said a voice from the shadows.

Helena Ravenclaw emerged from the shadows, floating eerily towards the group.

'We need to know where the Diadem is. It's vital that we find it,' said Harry.

'The Diadem is lost,' the Grey Lady said haughtily.

'No, it isn't. There was someone, a long time ago. He found it, and he brought it back here. Now I need to find it,' argued Harry.

'I don't know what you're talking about!' she cried out.

'Yes, you do! And if you don't tell me where it is, everyone is going to die!'

'Oh are they? And who, exactly, is going to kill them?'

Helena was getting on Harry's nerves. Was she purposefully being unhelpful, or did she really not know anything about the Diadem? Harry thought that it was very unlikely that she didn't know anything about the Diadem. She must have had this conversation with Voldemort too.

'Voldemort!'

'Harry! You can't-' started Hermione but she was cut off.

'If I don't find the Diadem, and destroy it, he can't die! Please you have to help us!' Harry shouted, ignoring Hermione, trying to make Helena understand.

'Harry, he's going to know that you're here. They're probably at the gates now!' shouted Hermione.

At the precise moment, Lord Voldemort's cold, high voice reverberated through the castle.

'Harry Potter! I know you are here! My Death Eaters are here with me, along with all my followers, human and monster alike. If you do not present yourself within ten minutes, we will attack you. And anyone that stands in our way, will die. Ten minutes, Harry Potter.'

Voldemort's voice faded out, and everyone in the room looked around at each other, their faces betraying their fear. Harry looked back at Helena.

'Please, you have to tell me,' he pleaded with her.

She looked nervous, her pale white face showing some concern now.

'He took the Diadem and he hid it where everything is hidden. If you have to ask, you will never know. And if you know, all you have to do is ask,' said Helena, and she faded into the darkness.


A/N: Okay, I realise that quite a lot of you don't like Ron, but he's back and won't be causing anymore trouble, at least not for the next three chapters and won't feature that much in the story after now anyway. Not for another, oooooo, fifteen chapters?

This is the first tim Harry and Hermione have sex, was it realistic?

Was Neville okay? What about how Harry, Ron and Hermione interact?

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