The Looking Glass
Chapter 10:: The Truth Comes Out...::
By: hermioneharry4ever
Professor McGonagall entered the room. She spotted out Harry and Hermione, and headed over to them. " Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger. Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you both."
Harry and Hermione sighed, and got up. They followed the Professor out of the common room with seventy people looking at them.
They walked silently, neither felt like talking, just wondering. What had they do when they traveled to Voldemort's house? And how did they do it? Would Dumbledore be able to tell them all that they need to know?
" We're here." Announced Professor McGonagall. Harry looked up. He didn't seem to remember anything on the walk down here. Professor McGonagall opened the door to Dumbledore's office.
Professor Dumbledore looked up from an envelope that was laying on his desk. " Sit, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Granger. We have lots to talk about tonight. Mirvana, you may leave." Harry and Hermione walked in, and sat in the fluffy armchairs that were sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk. Hermione looked around and saw,
" Professor Peters! What are you doing here!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at the sub who had taught Magical Creatures class when Hagrid was gone.
" Ms. Granger," Said Professor Dumbledore, getting Hermione's attention. " We need to discuss many things. I wish to get to the point."
" Is this about the dreams or something Hermione and I had?" Harry interrupted.
Professor Dumbledore looked at him strangely. " What are you talking about."
" Hermione and I fainted, and we saw Voldemort getting the looking glass. A sprit or something came out of it." Harry told Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked at both Hermione and Harry with a serious tinkle in his eyes. He took a deep breathe, and looked at Elizabeth. She smiled, and nodded. Dumbledore turned back to Harry and Hermione.
" Harry, Hermione," Dumbledore began, " I am going to tell you something, and I don't want you two to interrupt me. Understand?" The two fifteen year olds nodded.
" Many years ago, fifteen years to be exacted, the wizard world was living in fright of Lord Voldemort. Many brave wizards would try and go to fight and kill him. None of them succeeded. The angels above were watching to what was happening in the wizards and muggle worlds. About fifty or more dying each day.
" They set about trying to change everything, so it would be a happy time for the wizard and muggle worlds. All of their plans were destroyed. So they helped the good folk, there was still no change. The Angels and the witches and wizards were running all out of hope to ever see light again.
" But what so many people didn't know was that the stars had another thought in mind. Just about when hope was out, they gave two couples each a baby. The stars gave them the destinies of being the only one who was ever going to defeat Lord Voldemort. The stars name these babies Fate and Destiny. They wanted the babies to know nothing about their futures or be famous or their individual powers until they had complete control over their powers.
" Their plan didn't go as hoped. Voldemort set out to kill a family, the same family that Fate was in. He killed the Mum and Dad, but couldn't kill the baby. This baby was famous before he could eat real food."
Hermione turned to Harry. " That's you." She whispered. Harry looked to the floor. So he was supposed to defeat Voldemort?
" The other baby, Destiny, last I heard," Dumbledore continued. " Was given away to a muggle family because her muggle mother had no money and was going to die. I heard that the parents, unable to have one of their own, loved the child to deaf. They gave her everything she wanted. Even I was unsure who this child was, that was how secret she was kept. But until last summer, I realize who this girl was. She and you Harry were the only survivors of Voldemort that were ever known."
Harry turned to Hermione, who had her mouth hanging open. " Y-y-you mean t-that I-I'm t-the other ch-child? And I-I was a-adopted? " Hermione managed to ask.
Dumbledore looked poignant. " Yes Hermione, you were adopted. I have a letter for you from your real mother. She said to give it to you when you were--"
" Wait a minute! I'm not adopted! I'm also supposed to defeat Voldemort? No! I don't want this! All I really wanted was to be normal! But no I had to be smarter than other people. Then I had to be a witch! Then I had to fight Voldemort! Then I had to find out that I was only made for conquering Voldemort! I found out that I was adopted! No! I WANT TO BE NORMAL!" Hermione yelled the last part. She had stood up with her hands at her sides. She took a last glance around the room, and ran out of it, with tears flowing down her cheeks.
Harry made a move to get up and chase after Hermione, but Dumbledore put a hand up before him. " Professor! I need to go after Hermione. She probably needs somebody to talk to. Let me go!"
The professor looked like he was weighing the possibilities in his head. " Ok, go to Hermione. She should be at St. Mungos with her parents. Elizabeth can take you if you liked?" Dumbledore told Harry.
Harry just nodded, and the blonde-haired girl stood up. They were headed towards the door when Professor Dumbledore called them.
" Harry! Wait! I would like you to take this for Hermione. It's just a letter that her real mother wrote to her explaining everything. She doesn't have to open it yet, just keep it safe keeping." He was holding out the letter, arms length. The letter flew to his hand.
" H-how?" Asked Harry, shocked more than ever.
" I'll explain later when Hermione is back. Go to Hermione Harry." Professor Dumbledore said, and Harry went out the door, followed by Professor Peters.
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Hermione made a long dash towards the hospitals' doors. She pulled them opened, and ran through the vast room. The witch at the front desk called out to her, but Hermione didn't hear her. She just kept running. She ran up four sets of chairs, then went to her left, and opened the first door to her right.
Tears were flowing steadily down her cheeks as she looked at the sight before her. Her parents, each in their own beds, hooked up to machines. They were starring off into space. A nurse was by the window, her back facing it. She was reading a magazine.
" Miss?" Asked Hermione. " You can go now. I kind of need to talk with my parents." The nurse nodded, closed the magazine, and walked out of the door.
Hermione went to sit on a chair that was between the two beds. She hold her mother's left hand, and her father's right hand. She looked down at the floor and closed her eyes.
At that time, she failed to notice that Harry was at the threshold, waiting patiently with the letter in hand. He didn't want to scare her.
" Mum, dad," Hermione started, " How are you? I'm just fine, a little weak."
Hermione paused for a few seconds. " I'm still on the top of my classes." Hermione said hopefully hoping for an answer. None came.
" Jeez, why can't I get out what I want to say. It's so hard. I mean, if only I could talk to you when you were here with me actually. I know, I know, mum, you'll just say ' Well we're not, so get over it.'" Hermione smiled. " Mum, Dad, do you remember when you said that I had a different Destiny than what I had hoped and wanted. Now that I know what that was, or is, I think I would want to rewound the past, and be with you. Dumbledore said that I was supposed to defeat Voldemort with Harry, he's supposedly Fate, while I'm Destiny.
" But I don't know how I'm supposed to do it. The professor said that the stars gave me individual powers, but I don't know what they are. I think that this is all some kind of joke, or even worse, a nightmare."
Hermione paused, gaining strength for what she was going to say next. Harry stood there, with tears in his eyes. He quickly wiped the tears off, but couldn't move to Hermione.
" I used to think this was a big nightmare," Hermione continued, " ever since you two were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. It was my fault, and I want to make it all right. But I couldn't. Then tonight I found out what my real destiny is, and that I was given to you two when I was littler.
" This is probably my last time I'm ever gonna talk to you like this for a long time. If I accept this, then Dumbledore would probably train me and Harry so we can get ready for the Dark Lord. But if I don't accept this, I will have to live with the guilt of other people dying because I was too selfish to admit that I'm suppose to take on Voldemort. Also what would my two best friends say?"
Harry finally found the courage to speak. " We would say that Hermione Granger is the least selfish person, and that she should follow her heart." Hermione whipped her head around to Harry. She was scowling, but it turned into a smile.
" How much did you hear?" Hermione asked.
" Since you said you were weak, and you not weak, you're the on of the strongest people I know."
" You mean that?" Harry nodded. " Well, we should be really going."
" Are you sure? You don't need to talk to your parents so more?" Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head. " No, let's go." She said, and let go of her parents hands. She stood up and walked over to Harry. Harry looked down at the letter, and suddenly remembered it.
" Here, Professor Dumbledore said he wanted you to keep it." Harry said, handing her the letter. Hermione looked at it, and put it in her robes.
" So, how did you find me?" Hermione asked as they walked down the staircases.
" Oh, well, you know, Professor Peters. She left when I went inside the hospital."
" Oh."
They were silent as they walked to Hogwarts. It had started raining when they were only half way there. Harry looked at Hermione who was looking at him with a smile on her face.
" What? Do I have a mark on my face?" Harry asked. This made Hermione laughed.
" No. You don't."
" Then why are you laughing. We are getting drench."
Hermione just smiled. " No. Rain just makes me, uh, feel like I'm a like still a litte girl, with love surrounding her from all of the violence in the world."
" Really?"
" Yeah, snow has the same effect sometimes."
Harry looked at Hermione again. She was holding her mouth opened, letting the raindrops catch inside of her mouth. She twirled around. He laughed. " Thirsty?" He asked.
Hermione started laughing. " No, it's just fun."
" And they say girls are more mature than boys." Harry teased.
" They are."
" No they aren't!"
" Yes they are."
By this time they reached the school. They headed inside of it, drenched from head to toe. Hermione's hair was dripping water, and making puddles of where she stood.
" C'mon, let go to Professor Dumbledore. He can explain more." Harry said. Hermione nodded in agreement. They headed up towards the office, and said the password.
Soon they were knocking at Professor Dumbledore's door, it being opened by Elizabeth. She grinned at the sight of them. " I was wondering where the world's Fate and Destiny were, they were just walking in the rain." She shepard them in, and they sat in the chairs before Dumbledore's desk.
He had a tinkle in his eyes, and was also to smiling. Elizabeth conjured up blankets, and wrapped the blankets around 'Fate and Destiny.'
" Professor, I'm really sorry for..." Hermione started.
" Hermione, no need to apologize. I trust you thought about this?" Dumbledore interrupted.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Hermione nodded, and turned to stare at the phoenix. It was only a baby now.
" Professor, Hermione and I want to fulfill our destinies."
" Ah, good, I was hoping you two would agree. Now," Hermione turned her glaze to Professor Dumbledore as he spoke, " I want you to know that you both will have to train extra hard. You can't go against Voldemort until you are trained.
" As Harry found out earlier, your individual power are of course being telepathic, had having the power of Telesis. In other words, you both can move things with your mind. I was also told that you also hold two other powers, but it is unknown right now of what they are.
" You will also be trained on controlling your powers and dueling. It will be hard, but I have no doubt that you will pass. Your training will start tomorrow, after all of the students leave for home. All of them are leaving, because of current events. I will expect both of you in the great hall by 8:30 tomorrow. I'm going to advise a goods night sleep." Dumbledore said.
Hermione and Harry nodded. They got up and left the office, but mot before they tried to hand the blankets back. " No, no, you keep them." Dumbledore advised.
So they went back to the common room. When they got inside Ron was still sitting with Seamus, Dean, and Neville. He, like other Gryffindors hadn't failed to notice how wet Harry and Hermione were.
Ron got up, and walked over to where Hermione was standing, bidding Harry a farewell before she went up to the girl dormitories to get in drier clothes.
" Where were you? And why are you all wet." Ron directed all of his words to Hermione, ignoring Harry.
Hermione frowned. " I was outside."
" But it's raining outside!" Ron exclaimed. " You could catch your death outside in this weather!"
Hermione just slightly smiled, and shrugged. " I didn't. I just felt so away from all of the violence that is happening." She paused for a moment. " I'm going up to bed, Ron. Talk to Harry." Hermione said innocently, and fled up the stairs.
' Hermione! You're evil! He won't talk to me, and I don't want to talk to him!' Harry thought quickly.
Without bothering to turn her head around, Harry heard Hermione's voice inside his head. ' Tough luck. Have fun.'
Harry sighed, and turned to Ron, excepted he had already stomped off to be with his new so called 'friends.' Harry glared evilly at him, and went upstairs to his own dorm.
Harry got a dry, blue, t-shirt, and boxers. He then went into the bathroom to take a shower, kept thinking about how he was Fate, and Hermione was destiny.
It took awhile for Harry to fell asleep. He kept thinking about Ron and his fight, and how he had a feeling that it was over Hermione. Then she was another thing. After he scowled himself about Ron, Hermione's face would always drift into his mind. He heard the other boys come in half-past midnight. He pretended to be asleep. Soon, the pretending came real...
~*~
The next morning he woke up to the sunrays coming into his room. All of the other beds were empty, three of them, unmade. He sighed, and lifted his legs to the side of the bed, and sitting up, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock that was in the boy's dorm. Eight. Ron would have gone by now.
Harry heard the dorm room door opened, and Hermione was standing on the threshold. She looked very pretty, standing there in her blue jeans and long sleeved blue t-shirt. The sunrays were catching her hair, and make it more beautiful than ever. Harry smiled.
" Oh, hi. I just thought that I'll wake you up." Hermione said.
" I'm up." Harry said simply.
Hermione nodded. " Ok, I'll wait for you in the common room and then we'll head down."
Hermione closed the room. Harry sighed, how did he get a good friend as Hermione? The only time he could remember them fighting was when she told Professor Mcgonagall about the new firebolt he received in his third year. But even then, she was just looking out for him.
Harry got out of bed, and got dressed. His training was today, Harry thought as he picked out his clothes from his trunk. He decided that he needed to wear something that was comfortable. He choose on blue jeans and one of Dudley's hand-me-down gray t-shirt. The t-shirt was a little too big, but Harry didn't have nothing else to wear.
He met Hermione down in the common room. They made their way down to the great hall. " So, I don't think you and Ron made up, have you?" Hermione asked.
" No, as I said before, he won't talk to me, and I won't talk to him." Harry said simply with an angry glint in his eye.
Hermione nodded. " I wished I knew what you were fighting about. Ron won't tell me this morning. Can you tell me before this gets any worst?"
Harry shook his head, " Even if you did know, you won't be able to do any good."
Hermione didn't reply as they turned the last corner to the great hall. The doors were opened, and it was silent in there. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks: the great hall could never be silent, something bad must have happened.
' Wands?' Harry asked telepathically.
' Yes.' Hermione pulled out her wand, and Harry did the same. They opened the doors, and it was in rambles. The tables were ruined, the great hall sky was all cloudy. Also there was bodies of the teachers laying on the ground. In the center on the room stood one figure. This figure drew his hood back...
Hermione gasped. It was Viktor...
~*~
Coming Up Next in Chapter 11:: I'll get you my pretty::
FIGHT! Hehehhee
A/N: Hahahahhaha... (evil laughter...) I can't wait to see what you all think of this cliffhanger... It's my favorite one so far. Also for the cliffhanger: All isn't as it seems...
I'll let you ponder on that... :-) I hoped some of you like the 'rain' scene. I just had to add Harry saying: ' and they say girls are more mature," and they are! Sorry guys, but seeing how boys behave at my school... girls are more mature.
Yes, you WILL know what the letter to Hermione, from her real muggle mother says, LATER. I'm thinking in the last chapter. Yes, I know, I'm keeping everything for the last few chapters...
Well, I'm off to get Chapter Five up on FF.net. Yes, I'm still pretty much ahead writing this, than what you are reading.
( 02/06/2002)
Special Notes to those who reviewed chapter 9:: First sights of the Looking Glass::
Karen: I love it when I write Harry and Ron fighting! I hope that this is soon enough.
Noodlejelly: Bad News: Harry and Hermione won't got together until the last chapter.
Viv: They fainted at the same time. Simon is evil, very evil to kill his own blood... Oops, said too much...
E.C.R Potter: It wasn't really a dream. I'll explain it later if I write a sequel. I'm done writing this story, but I might write a sequel, but I might not get the sequel up for a long time.
Scott: I am, and Thanx!
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