CHAPTER FIVE YEAHHH
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to celebrate 90 reviews and nearly 23.5k views, here's the latest chapter! I'm surprised with myself. I didn't think I would enjoy writing something so much. Here's some Hermione/Harry family bonding! Sorry for those of you who would like to see that pairing; I enjoy the Luna/Harry one too much. While I love all the questions, I'm going to clear something up here.
Hermione is NOT going to be a villain in this story. While I generally like Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, and Weasley bashing, I like not seeing them bashed even more. If you guys could recommend some great fics where they don't hate Harry, I would really appreciate it!
She'll have her moments, but Harry will give her a kicked-kitten look and she'll melt. IDK. Should Harry have an animagus form? Let me know what you would like to see for it in the reviews! Maybe Luna could have one. This should turn out to be fairly interesting.
Anyways.
Wooot!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park or Harry Potter.
Shuffling through his papers, Harry found himself sitting at the front desk and thinking about what they should go through tomorrow. He was more than tempted to see if Hermione would accept being an intern, but he wasn't sure if she had a crush on him or not. Letting out a slow sigh, he tapped his chin thoughtfully and scribbled down the pros and cons of having the young woman on his team.
Pros: intelligent, excellent researcher, good listener, follows directions to a T, thoroughly researches anything, potential new ideas for the park
Cons: might have a crush on him, could rat him out to Dumbledore, might actually report to Dumbledore.
Harry cracked his jaw, letting the grinding sound reverberate through his skull. Firmly placing his hands against his face, Harry couldn't help but hesitate. She really could report back to-
"H-Harry?"
The fifteen year old nearly jumped an entire foot in the air, jewel-bright eyes widening in alarm as he whirled around. What had been previously sluggish and tired was now fully alert, alarm-bells ringing through his mind. His hand hovered over his hip, where his wand-holster was invisibly stuck to.
Think of the devil and she shall appear. With a soft sigh, Harry relaxed his stance and faced the bushy-haired figure of Hermione.
"Yes, 'Mione?" he eyed her uncertainly, who looked back at him with that same uncertainty. "What are you doing up at..." he checked the monitor of his glowing computer screen, squinting at the lower right portion. "1:36 in the morning?"
"D-do you have room for one more on your staff team?" Golden brown eyes met his own green ones, before lowering submissively to the ground. Harry frowned immediately, there was something very wrong with this situation. What was going on?
"Why do you ask?" he inquired slowly, and was totally not prepared (yet not surprised) when she burst into tears.
How had he not seen her red-rimmed eyes when he looked at Hermione fully. Embracing the young woman into a comforting hug, he cooed wordlessly into her ear and brushed her hair back softly. "M-my parents-"
Harry frowned again, tightening his hug around her. "What's wrong, Hermione?" Tell me what's going on. He added silently, concern rising for his female friend.
"They w-were ob-obliviated." the sixteen year old clung to the younger male tightly, fingers tightening in his shirt subconsciously. "I don't know what happened, but th-they were obliviated of-of all knowledge of magic."
Harry froze. The Ministry... they didn't...? "Everything?" he whispered, voice horrified. The Ministry wouldn't be that cruel!
"I tried to g-go back at the st-start of summer," Hermione said, her voice thick of sorrow and grief. "They looked at me in confusion and- and-" She burst into tears, clinging tightly to Harry and silently very, very, very glad that this young man was her best friend.
"Oh, Hermione." Harry's voice trembled slightly, though it was full of understanding and pain. "My door will always, always be open to you." His arms tightened around her, and the two sank to the floor in their tight embrace. There was nothing romantic about it. It was just a hug for a friend who was grieving.
"Th-th-th-thank you." Hermione sobbed into his shoulder, her tears soaking through Harry's shirt. The emerald-eyed young man didn't care, as he knew that the sixteen year old needed this comfort.
"You're not going back with them," Harry murmured, his new determination solidifying. If this wasn't reason to add her to his staff team, he didn't know what was. He leaned back, wiping his thumbs under her eye and erasing any tears that escaped further. "I do have a few questions for you before you go back to bed."
A questioning, hopeful gaze stared at him, before she nodded her consent.
"Have you ever reported my actions back to Dumbledore?" he inquired bluntly. He needed to know, so what wasn't better than getting told directly.
Hermione's deer-in-the-headlights expression had his stomach sinking slowly. "It-it was only a few times," Hermione muttered slightly, twisting her fingers together quietly. "The only hings he ever asked me were of your health and how you were doing, though." She silently noted Harry's slightly pained expression, so she felt inadvertently relieved when his face relaxed into his warmth for her. "However, I have never ratted you out to Dumbledore. McGonagall, maybe, but never to Dumbledore."
Harry let loose a blinding smile of pure relief that warmed Hermione to the bones, although the painful reminder that her parents would never remember her was still hovering nearby.
"One other question then," Harry murmured. "Have you ever felt any attraction to me, or a desire to maintain a romantic relationship?"
Hermione looked very confused at that question. "What do you mean?" she inquired quietly, as though searching for something in her mind.
Harry stared at her, before muttering something under his breath and quickly getting to his feet. He offered a hand to her, and Hermione quickly grasped it to pull herself up. "I only see you as my best friend and sister, Hermione," he said gently, his happy green eyes full of a familial warmth as he scribbled down on a piece of paper. "I would be very happy to welcome you as an intern to Jurassic Park."
THIS IS A LINE-BREAK
"LUUUNA!" Harry's voice was loud, exuberant as it echoed across the lodge, waking up the people who were currently trying to sleep.
"HAAARRY!" The young woman's own voice was incredibly louder than her boyfriend's, confusing them even more.
"LUUUUUNA!" Ugh, this was starting to get irritating.
"HAAAAARRY!" Flinging off their covers, they yawned sleepily and gazed around to look for a change of clothes. Only to remember they were in the bag at the end of their bed.
"LUNAAAAAA!" After changing and general complaining, they drowsily stumbled down the stairs or went in the elevator at the end of the hallway.
"HARRYYYYYY!" Those who went down the stairs were treated to one of the strangest sights they had seen yet.
"LUNAAAAAAAAA!" Harry James Potter and Luna Lynn Lovegood were having a simultaneous face-off of epic yelling proportions. The person who could yell the loudest without losing their voice won. Unfortunately, Harry's yells were starting to sound a little hoarse around the edges. The messy-haired young man coughed, beating his chest and generally trying to get back into gear.
At nearly five in the morning, Harry seemed spectacularly chipper for a fifteen-year old who hadn't slept yet. He had stayed up all night doing paperwork and chatting with Hermione once she had considerably calmed down. The teen girl had remained awake for the rest of the night, helping organize some papers and debating back and forth with Harry on bringing back some of the magical specimens that were around with the dinosaurs in the Cretaceous period.
"I can't do this anymore," Harry rasped at Luna, pointing dramatically at her and giving her a stink eye. "You've won these last fifteen times!" He groaned and sent a pleading look towards Hermione, who was sitting next to the duo and reading a book. "What am I doing wrong, Herms?"
"Don't call me that," the sixteen year old reminded absently, briefly dog-earing the book and setting aside. "They're awake."
Harry blinked and turned to the rest of the group. "You're awake?" it was more of a statement than a question. "Oh!" He perked up immediately. "They're awake!"
"Yes, Harry, you've said that two times now," Luna gently reprimanded. "You need more sleep." The pretty blonde leveled a knowing, disappointed look at her boyfriend.
"Yes, dear," the black-haired boy rolled his eyes and faced the group. Sirius, looking groggy and disheveled, pouted slightly. Bloody godson wasn't going to date Hermione or Ginny! Pooey. Molly Weasley could only look disappointed, as well as her daughter.
"To breakfast, then!" Harry cheered, and almost ran into a wall on his way out of the building. Hermione and Luna could only stare after him in concern.