In a review I was told to be careful of my Author's notes, so I am going to be brief. Thank you past reviewers. Here is chapter ten. Enjoy and review.

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Chapter 10: Double Results?

By: tojot

Little Harry stopped blazing green as the last piece of flesh was sucked in and returned to his regular self, except for one thing… the scar was there. But the child continued to cry. Hermione brought herself out of the shock. Un-sticking her feet from the floor as she dared to open the closet door further. Lily's body lay on the floor, the knife that they had come for was clenched in her hand. The cat leapt from Hermione's arms and darted towards the woman's body.

"Mum…" He said sadly.

"Harry, we couldn't interfere." Hermione told the cat. She took in their dangerous surroundings. The fire was spreading. Realizing this, Hermione promptly bent down to pry the knife from Lily's hand.

Something happened that Hermione would never forget. A freezing cold hand gripped her right wrist tightly. It was Lily's left hand since her right still clutched the knife. And the dead woman pulled her down for a close view. Her eyes were clouded over. It seemed that Lily's body was forcing itself to keep living, even though Lily was dead. It was very unnatural.

"Ghet… Hhharry…tohh…sahfety." Lily wheezed. "Fffinish… thehh… chahrmm." With the last word, her icy grip loosened and the hand fell to the floor. Lily's eyes rolled to the back of her head and the body let go of pushing itself to live. Even though Hermione was trembling from that instance, she knew she had to force herself to move. They were loosing time. Looking down she saw that Lily had let go of the knife. She placed the knife in her pocket. In the past, Hermione had always felt an odd connection to Lily somehow. Hermione had always viewed Lily with respect, since she too was a muggleborn witch with a great strength of character. At this point in Hermione's life she had never felt the connection more powerful.

"Come on Hermione let's go, It's Hagrid who has to come and get me." Harry meowed, but the cat was still staring at the dead body of Lily.

Something clicked in Hermione's head. Hagrid had met a woman this night, she had helped him greatly. She finally realized who this woman was and how she helped him. She turned to the sobbing little boy and picked him up.

"Shh, let's get you out of here." Hermione said soothingly to the small child.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. "What ever happened to not changing the events of this night!"

"I'll explain later." Hermione replied hastily as she held the little boy close.

"But…"

"Come on!" Hermione called as she left the room. "We can't stay in this room much longer."

She bounded down the narrow flight of stairs. The fire was spreading rapidly now that it had gained in size. She saw yet another dead body at the foot of the stair to the ground level. He was lying on his back and his Hazel eyes were open and blank. Hermione knew that this man was James Potter. The resemblance to Harry was uncanny.

"Hermione, come on we need to get out of this house." Harry said looking back at the rapidly converging flames.

"Harry, we can't leave this house because of the Fedelius Charm. We were never told the location, if we leave the house we won't be able to find it again." Hermione said.

"Why is that?" Harry asked.

"Remember Pettigrew was the secret keeper, it's he that has to tell us were this house is exactly before we would be able to find it on our own. That's how the Fedelius Charm works." Hermione explained as she pulled out her wand and cast a quick Flame Freezing Charm on herself and little Harry.

"Harry, can you perform magic as a feline?" Hermione asked quickly looking at the approaching flames.

"Well yes, Why?" Harry said curiously.

"Cast a Flame Freezing Charm on yourself. Quick!" Hermione ordered. With a swish of the tail, Harry obeyed just before the flames engulfed them. Over the roar of the flames Hermione heard a coo of calmness come from the child in her arms. Who would've known that Harry had caused so much mayhem just minutes ago. But those big green eyes looked so innocent compared to the ones she was used to, which were tired and wary since the death of Sirius. She felt her heart soften at the sight. Crookshanks didn't move from the spot on the stair they had chosen to sit. All the while, he watched the little child in Hermione's arms. There was no speaking between Harry and Hermione over what they had just witnessed or just anything at all. Hermione knew she wasn't over the overwhelming shock just yet and she was sure Harry was in shock too. It wasn't for an hour later that they heard a very loud banging coming from the door. Hermione jumped and quickly pulled her hood up to hide her face. Less than a second later the door was burst though and a large figure stepped in, the flames licking his body but it didn't seem to affect him. Hermione knew that this was none other than Hagrid when she saw the shaggy head and beard.

"Hang on Harry. I'm comin' t' get ya." He bellowed over the roar of flames as he ran towards the stair. He soon saw the young woman sitting there. "Who're you?"

"It doesn't matter, Hagrid." Hermione said calmly as she stood with the child still in her arms.

"Are you a Deatheater…" Hagrid trailed off as he looked at her closer. "…Wait yer from Hogwarts."

"I have no time for idyll chit-chat, Hagrid. I have someplace to be as do you." Hermione said as she descended the steps towards Hagrid. "I know for a fact that you wouldn't have gotten up those narrow steps to Harry's room." She said as she handed the small child to Hagrid. "Please don't tell anyone about our meeting, including Dumbledore since I am not supposed to be here. Please get Harry safely to his relatives."

"Who're you and why d'you know so much?" Hagrid demanded.

"As I said I am not supposed to be here." Hermione repeated. "Now get the boy out of here! Do not delay!" She finished shrilly. Even though Hagrid was skeptical He did as told and left with the child in arms.

"We have what we came for," Harry said irritably, "Now let's go. I'm sick of seeing my home burn to ashes."

With a quick nod, and still shaking from the scene she had witnessed, Hermione pulled the Time Tuner from her pocket. "Ready?"

"Yeah." He replied with leap into her arms. She turned it the other direction. They felt a very strong tug around them. Like being hurled very fast forward. The colors and light flashed around them.

Their voyage from the past came to a close when Hermione's feet touched solid ground. With a quick look at Hermione before he did so, the cat leapt from her arms. In mid-jump there was a whirlwind of sparks and mist that resonated from the feline and swirled around the stilled cat. They began to take a more solid shape; the shape of a thin young man with messy raven black hair and round spectacles. Hermione could not stop the smile that formed on her lips at seeing Harry again after a month of searching. Harry was not smiling back, though. He looked terribly frightened standing there, holding Crookshanks. Hermione's smile fell away when she realized the seriousness of how badly Harry was taking their witnessing of events that happened that night. He put the cat down gently. It looked at him as if to say "it's okay", then with a swish of the tail, the cat Disapparated.

"Harry…" Hermione said thoroughly concerned.

"I'm a monster." Harry said suddenly. "I was the one who destroyed my home." He was looking at his hands as though he was going to burst into flame again. He couldn't understand what had happened that night, but he had felt the power resonating from his past self. He had also ripped Voldemort's Dark Soul from his body. There was a pain in his chest when he thought back to the sight of his mother dying in front of him. Hot tears traced down his face as he let out a moan of sorrow. In the next moment he felt arms around him.

"Harry. I know the night's events are very difficult for you." Hermione said as her arms held him tightly. "But you must understand, we had no choice. We couldn't change anything. We would just be delaying the inevitable. She truly died to save you, Harry."

"Hermione, did… Did you feel that powerful magic coming from me?" Harry asked timidly.

"I did. But Harry, it's not that you're a monster." Hermione said hopefully as she loosened her hug to look him in the eyes. "You must understand that that probably is the power the Dark Lord knows not." Her eyes were wide with wonder. Even in the darkness of that dilapidated house, Harry could still see Hermione's brown eyes gazing at him. For the last month he had known that she was worried about him. But right now he could only feel the odd feeling of his stomach in his chest. What was going on? He asked himself. He looked down to see that they had their arms around each other. He let go and pulled back from the embrace.

Hermione pulled back too, a look of confusion (and was it sadness?) marking her features. Harry tried to find something that they could talk about. But at this moment he felt tired again. He felt groggy, just wanting to curl up and go to sleep.

"Harry," Hermione said, "Don't try to go to sleep, that charm needs to be repaired remember." She seemed to have read his mind.

"How did you know I was thinking about going to sleep?" Harry asked her irritably.

"It was an easy deduction, especially after our instructions from Dumbledore." Hermione explained. "He basically said that if you were out in the open, the symptoms of your weakening protection would be obvious. Need I go through them for you?"

"No." Harry muttered. "So tell me how this charm is going to be repaired exactly?"

"It's truly nothing for you to worry about." Hermione said angrily, though her cheeks took on a pink tint for the second time that night. "It's my problem if it goes wrong. That's all I feel you need to know, okay." She looked at him pointedly before turning away and looking at her watch. "11:45. We have ten minutes, come on lets get back up to your old room." Hermione said grabbing Harry's hand and pulled him along up the stair skipping the third, sixth and eighth steps because they were gone.

It was the first time Harry had seen his home in a human point of view. But he was glad of one thing: He wasn't alone in experiencing it, Hermione was there with him. He tightened his grip on her hand. She seemed to have noticed the pressure though. She looked back at him with a curious look in her eyes. He just smiled and said nothing. They stepped into the room without a roof and a wall missing, knowing fully of how it happened. It was still raining, and from the looks of the downpour, they both knew that they were going to be soaked by the time the charm was finished: Hermione, being fully clothed in her Hogwarts uniform and robes, and Harry, who of which was just wearing his pajamas and an oversized, hooded sweatshirt of Dudley's. Lightning flashed over their heads, lighting the room and everything outside, including the forest beyond. Hermione looked at her watch again. Harry looked over her shoulder. 11:50 PM it was. Harry felt his nerves tense up. How was Hermione going to repair the charm, especially if the charm wasn't fully cast in the first place? This was the question that was running through Harry's mind at the moment as they stood huddled under the only bit of roof left over the room, in the closet. His fingers, toes, ears and nose felt cold, since all were exposed to the elements. Hermione kept her eye on her watch as the seconds ticked by.

"Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.

"Hmm." She answered distractedly.

"Did Dumbledore say anything about how we are going to get out of here when the charm is finished?" Harry asked.

"He did mention something about Professor Gryphon coming to get us." Hermione replied, "I guess it is up to her how we get back to Hogwarts." It was after this that she pulled the knife from her pocket. "It's time Harry." Hermione said as she walked out into the rain and pulled him with her.

"Whoa." Harry said. "Ouch!" he yelped as the palm of his right hand collided with something sharp, causing it to bleed.

"Harry quit dawdling and let's get this charm completed!" Hermione said. She placed him in the same exact spot he was 15 years ago. "Don't move from that spot until the charm is completed, got it!" she ordered. Harry nodded as she held the knife in her left hand holding it over her right.

"Are you going to cut yourself?" Harry asked dreading the answer.

"I have to." She answered with a grim look on her face. She lowered the knife and pierced skin. Harry did not like seeing this. He hated seeing his friends hurt. And this was for him. But it didn't mean he had to like it. She winced when the blade cut, but she made no sound in pain. She cut her hand in the shape of a lightning bolt. "Harry, I ask you now, to not put any resistance to what I do." Hermione finished as she placed the knife back into her pocket and Harry nodded once again in reply.

With one swift motion Hermione placed her cut palm to his forehead, exactly over his scar. He felt a searing heat move through his scar, but he pain soon turned to a comfortable warmth that spread through him even in that cold raining weather. He brought his right hand up and placed his hand over hers where it rested on his forehead. Their gazes were locked. Where bright green met brown. Was it he or was the physical gap between them closing? Harry couldn't remember seeing Hermione this closely before. He gulped. What was going on?

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Five minutes turned into a sheer moment. With a burst of light their minds were wiped clear of any recollection of this moment and Harry and Hermione were rocketed apart. The light died as they looked at each other with wide eyes across the room. His scar pulsed with a comfortable heat.

"Harry, Your scar… it's glowing." Hermione said as she pointed at his head. It was at this moment that Hermione noticed that her hand too was glowing with same white light as his scar.

"What happened?" Harry asked, "Did the charm go alright."

Hermione just gazed at him with a bewildered look on her face. But soon enough the pulsing was gone and the light faded. Before they could say anything to each other about it, two red beams of light came from the door. The first hit Hermione and knocked her out, the other hit him. He felt himself slump but he wasn't totally unconscious. He felt aware of what was going on but he was powerless to stop it. It turned out that two Deatheaters had stunned them.

"We have him! The Master will be happy." Said a familiar but dim voice from behind its dark mask. This particular one, who was large and had thick, gorrilla-ish arms strode towards Harry and made to pick him up, but yelped and jumped back when he had touched Harry's bare hand.

"You fool, are we not wizards, magical methods are much better than straining yourself with mudblood filth like this." Drawled the other, who was much smaller than the one near Harry, he was examining Hermione. Harry recognized this drawling voice, it was none other than Draco Malfoy. "But what surprises me Crabbe, is that Potter is here when he's been gone for a month and how did Granger get here. But we must get going, the master is waiting for Potter's demise. I'm quite looking forward to it. I surely hope the master leaves Granger for me to torture. I have been so wanting to try the Cruciatus curse on her."

Harry felt his temper rise, but he couldn't move his body. He had to find some way of throwing off the Stunning jinx that was holding him bound.

"Mobilicorpus." Malfoy said as he pointed his wand at Hermione. She was pulled up on invisible strings as her head lolled about on her shoulders. Crabbe tried to do the spell but failed miserably. He decided to pick Harry up via his clothes so that he wasn't touching skin and fling him over his shoulder. The ride down the first flight of stairs was not gentle. But Harry was not paying attention to himself, but Hermione. Malfoy was not being careful deliberately. He would run her into walls or hit her head on something running low, and laughing everytime. It infuriated Harry. Harry's temper had come to its last straw when they approached the flight of steps that led to the ground level. Malfoy had let his wand drop and in the process letting Hermione fall all the way down the steps. Both Malfoy and Crabbe laughed. Harry's blood was boiling, sending a pulsing sensation through his body, and within moments the Stunning Hex had been overthrown. Crabbe yelped and Harry was thrown off.

"Crabbe, what are you doing?" Malfoy hissed as he turned his masked face to Crabbe. But Crabbe wasn't standing behind him. The big oaf was out cold. The person he faced was Harry. This was a side of Harry Malfoy had never seen. His bright green eyes seemed to blaze with living fury. Harry's wand was aimed and ready. Malfoy compared this fury as equal to the fury of the Dark lord himself. Realizing this, Malfoy decided to bolt. But within 36 centimeters of the place he stood he heard the incantation of 'Aronia Exime!' and he was blasted down the stairs with white-hot force.

Harry seemed to come to his normal self but felt thoroughly exhausted. Harry knew he needed to get Hermione and himself out of there. Where was Gryphon when they needed her?

"Ennervate." Harry muttered as he waved his wand over Hermione. She woke with a moan of pain. "Are you okay, Hermione."

"Why do I have a headache the size of Everest?" Hermione said as she rubbed her temples. Considering that she was dropped down a flight of stairs, Harry was glad Hermione only came out of it with a couple of bumps, bruises and a headache.

"I'll explain later." Harry said as he helped her up. "We need to get out of here or we'll be up to our necks in Deatheaters. I believe this place is swarming with them at this moment."

Hermione looked to the unconscious Deatheater laying a couple feet away.

"Does Voldemort know that were here too?" Hermione whispered as they crept out the door and into the pouring rain. It didn't matter how wet they got anymore, they were already soaked.

"Yes." Harry answered. "It was from Voldemort that we learned what was going on with me in the first place. What better way of getting at me. Come on, I'll fill you in later." And they quietly crept into the forest beyond the overgrown yard. Looking back Harry could see what was left of his old home deflate and disappear. They were now running deeper within the forest. The rain continued to fall heavily. They soon came to realize that they weren't alone. The Forest was swarming too. Upon hearing voices among the trees, Harry and Hermione leapt behind two thick trees. But when a twig snapped behind them, Harry knew they had been caught. They turned around just in time to see cords shooting out of the Deatheater's wand, tying them to the trees behind them. Harry's scar seared with blinding pain as slow footsteps drew near. He struggled at the cords futilely, he couldn't stop trying to find a way out of this mess, if not for himself, then for Hermione.

"Good job Bellatrix, you shall be greatly rewarded." A high voice came from a tall figure, cloaked in black, which emerged from the shadows of the forest. "Harry Potter we meet again and for the last time. Ah, and Miss Granger." He said as he turned his hooded face to the girl. " It was good of you to have brought a long a guest to watch your demise. Bellatrix will enjoy torturing the mudblood after you're dead." Harry glanced at Hermione who was looking at him with a questioning look that screamed 'Is this who I think it is?' Knowing full well that this was the first time Hermione had ever met himface to face, Harry nodded at her. She nodded back in comprehension and faced Voldemort with a defiant look on her face. Voldemort walked up to Harry, but didn't pull out his wand. Harry felt as if his skull was cleaved in two. The pain coming from his scar was excruciating.

"I am pleased to have found a way to deliver you directly into my hands without the use of trickery or deception. When I broke the protection on you a year and a half ago, and you escaped from me, I thought it was my doom that I could not kill you, I thought as much when the prophecy was lost and Dumbledore came to your aid last June. Since then I have been unable to enter your mind, but have sensed you in mine and tried to follow you but I am blocked from going any further by an unknown force. Whenever you came into my sights and within killing range, you escaped and thwarted my plans every time. But all was not lost when I possessed your body in a desperate attempt to kill two birds with one stone. Inhabiting your body I realized that I left you more vulnerable than ever when I was reborn, it has been slowly fading. This will be the last time we meet Harry Potter. Since your mother was a muggleborn I may as well kill you in a muggle fashion. I am going to enjoy killing you with my bare hands." Voldemort grinned evilly as his long thin finger's slipped around Harry's neck. But the pressure didn't build. As soon as Voldemort had touched Harry, the dark wizard pulled his hands away with a howl of pain.

"Master?" Bellatrix leapt forward to aid her master, but Voldemort just held out his arm to stop her.

"Stop. The fools that were sent to flush Potter out have failed in haste. I cannot touch him." He turned to Hermione, "He is under the girl's protection, now." His anger made him throttle Hermione, but soon enough Voldemort found that he couldn't touch her either. Harry couldn't believe it! The Charm worked! But how did they both get placed under the charm? From the look on Hermione's face, she seemed to be wondering too. Voldemort let out a hiss of frustration as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry noted that a sudden mist was forming around them, obscuring his sight. But Voldemort didn't seem to notice it. Harry then noticed that Hermione, who had been tied to the tree close by, was no longer tied to the tree and no longer in sight as the ropes that bound her hung limply around the tree. No one else but him seemed to notice she was gone.

"It is quite befitting that I kill you on the fifteenth anniversary of your parents demise. You have irked me far too many times and it is time I snuff you out. Avada Kadavra!"

Harry first saw the green beam of light that was approaching him, mist seemed to scatter the light. and the next moment saw nothing but blackness. He heard no rushing sound as he usually did.

Where am I? Am I dead? He thought. He felt as thought he was encased completely within a hard substance, like a hard cocoon. He couldn't move but at least he had oxygen. His scar still prickled. It was this that told him that he was still alive. Whatever he was in vibrated suddenly and stopped. He felt a pressure on his shoulders and he was pulled from his dark immobile prison. The face he saw was not that of Voldemort's. A flash of lightning showed that it was Gryphon gazing at him with her silver eyes. Hermione was right behind her. Harry turned to see what she had pulled him out of. It was the same exact tree he had been tied to. The ropes that bound him hung lose at its base.

"Are ye okay Mr. Potter?" Gryphon asked. Harry felt unable to speak in his bewildered state. He saw no Deatheaters or Voldemort anywhere.

"W-What just happened? Where's Voldemort?" Hermione stuttered trying to find her balance in the chaos.

"The Dark Lord was forced to flee. Just don't look up." Gryphon warned. "A number of his follower's did not fare so well. Come, we mustn't linger here. For this place is still swarming with his followers." Gryphon said as she motioned for them to follow her. Harry felt overwhelmed and exhausted, but he continued to run knowing that it was the only way to escape danger.

"Can ye do the Four-Point Spell?" Gryphon asked Hermione as they stopped in a clearing.

"We both can." Hermione answered, noticing Harry looking very tired and ashen-faced. She helped him sit down to rest for a moment.

"I doubt Mr. Potter is in very much a condition to be doing anything lest running. Miss Granger would ye kindly assist and point us North, Northwest? I shall scan the area." Gryphon said as she placed her wand on her palm. "Scout."

The wand spun, stopped and pulsed, then started spinning once again.

"Point me." Hermione's wand pointed directly at her. "North is that way." Hermione said pointing in the direction the wand was pointing.

"We have two figures coming at us from the West, three from the south, five from the East and one from the north. We are basically surrounded. They know that we are here. We must remove ourselves before they converge on our location.."

"Are we going back to Hogwarts tonight?" Hermione asked.

"Nay. I'll explain in a safer location." Gryphon replied quietly, "Come on Mr. Potter, we need to go again." Gryphon said as she pulled Harry up. But Harry didn't want move, he felt cold, wet and tired. The pouring rain wasn't helping much, each drop felt like needles in his skin. "Mr. Potter is close to Hypothermia. How are ye faring Miss Granger?" she asked as she slung Harry over her shoulder.

"I'm cold and shivering." She answered, "But I'll be fine for now. Do you need help with him?" Hermione asked.

"Nay. I can handle his weight. I've decided to risk the quickest way, due to thy current states of health. Come forth Miss Granger and hold tight, I wish not to lose thee." Gryphon beckoned.

Professor Gryphon hurled all three of them at a tree and all went dark.

Author's Note: I shall be brief once again. Chapter 11 (the Mysterious Gryphon) is near ready to be put up. I think I'll wait until I have written more. You don't want me to leave you hanging for months so I'll hurry. In the meantime please review.