The night flew by unnoticed. It seemed to Hermione that her head had just touched the pillow and the next moment the alarm clock was already screaming. Having cleaned herself up, she went to the living room to meet Harry, but to her surprise he was not there. Hermione shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the Hall.
Entering the Hall, she looked towards the Gryffindor table. Harry was already sitting in his seat and talking quietly with Neville. He smiled weakly at Hermione as she approached and nodded in response to her greeting. After breakfast, the friends went to lessons.
The day dragged on slowly. Lessons, lunch, lessons, dinner... It seemed like it would never end. But finally it was over, and Hermione slipped into the abandoned classroom. Harry was already there and practicing techniques. Seeing Hermione, Harry put the sword aside and sat down in a chair, nodding to her next to him. Dobby appeared with a soft pop and placed a tray of tea and pastries on the table in front of the chairs. Hermione sat down in a chair and turned to Harry with a heavy sigh:
"What are we going to do?"
"I want to leave."
"What?!"
"Mi, you heard me. I want to leave. To be honest, I didn't even want to live after yesterday."
Hermione stared at Harry in horror:
"Just don't leave me, please. I... I won't survive this... not necessary..."
Harry looked affectionately at the only person he could call his friend:
"Don't worry, Hermy. I'm not going to commit suicide and please These People with my death. I'm going to disappear. I don't know where, I don't know for how long, I don't know how. But I will do it."
Hermione wiped away her tears and tried to concentrate.
"Disappear..."something was spinning in her head, responding to Harry's words, but she could not grasp the thought by the tail. Suddenly she started up and looked into Harry's eyes:
"You know, Harry, I think I've read about something like that... I can't remember more precisely now, but I'll look. Yes, I definitely saw something like that!"
Hermione looked resolutely at Harry and looking at her, he tried to believe that she would be able to find help for them.
James Potter was sitting in front of the fireplace in his house, slowly sipping a collector's firewhisky from a glass. Suddenly the door opened, and a teenager of about thirteen years old entered the room.
"Hello, Father."
" Hi, Sebastian. How was your day?"
"OK. I learned a new spell today!" The teenager boasted, looking cheerfully at his father.
" Well done!" James looked lovingly at his son. The teenager was a copy of his father. Black hair, brown eyes, pale skin. He was also richly dressed. Suddenly an elf appeared in front of them and bowed to the owner:
" Dinner is ready, master!"
James got up and went with his son to the dining room. Walking behind him, he suddenly remembered his firstborn and grimaced with disgust.
...When Harold James Potter was born, his father, James Carlus Potter, was overjoyed. He had a son, an heir! When he found out that his son fell under the prophecy, he was still proud. Not everyone has a chance to kill the greatest dark magician of the century!
Together with Dumbledore, who was an indisputable authority for him, he, Lily, Remus and Sirius prepared a trap. A couple of Muggles under Imperius and Reverse, and voila! - Voldemort has dissipated as if he never existed! But then the problems started. It turned out that Voldemort had done something to his son. Something vile and dark magic. After all, children do not hiss at toy snakes and do not try to talk to them in parseltongue. When he saw it... For him, the child has become an abomination. At that moment, Harold James Potter died for their family. And they happily threw the brat under the door of Petunia's house...
James shook his head, getting rid of inappropriate thoughts, and entered the dining room. Lily, Sirius and their daughter Dorothea were already sitting there. He smiled-his whole family was there.
Hermione was frantically rummaging through her notes. She definitely remembered that somewhere there was a mention of a ritual that interested her. Finally, turning her trunk inside out, she found a thick notebook where she wrote down what interested her, and began feverishly leafing through it. Finally, she found the entry she was interested in.
The next day she hardly waited for the evening. Flying into the classroom, Hermione ran up to Harry and thrust a notebook into his hand.
" Read it!"
Harry began to read the entry carefully. After reading it, he closed the notebook and stared thoughtfully into space. Hermione was looking at him impatiently. Finally Harry woke up and looked at the girl:
"That's great, Hermione. I think this is what is needed. Now let's go."
"Where to?"
"To where we will be helped to implement it. To Gringotts."