Day of Redemption
Chapter 02 - Hermione's Secret
Yes! 'Tis I! The Ghost of Angela Graham, the foolish Death Eater who had turned her back upon Voldemort! I hope you have enjoyed your grace period. Are you ready to revisit the world of Harry Potter and his friends? Well then, let me tell you that I do not own the characters (Ms. Rowling does). Hermione did not live through her 'dream'. Hermione is a psychic (or mind reader). She is one of the few true visionaries. Now if you would kindly step this way. Yep that's it! Now prepare to enter the fabulous world of Harry Potter. I will come back when the bells toll the end of the chapter.
Hermione lay back against the white sheets of her hospital bed. 'It wasn't real... It wasn't real.. It wasn't real..' Hermione thought over and over again, her heart still racing, Madame Pomfrey looked at her in suprise. "Goodness, dearie. You have to calm down."
"Harry..." She cried out, she could see him staring back inside the wing through its big clear glass windows. The shades were drawn up. Madame Pomfrey checked her pulse once again, and then her blood pressure. Once she was satisfied, she let Harry come in again. She could see herself there again, Voldemort cackling evilly. It was all just a dream.. Just a dream. Harry walked in quietly, and held her hands in his.
"Herm, are you alright?" His voice broke her silence, as a shrill voice would break glass. She looked at him tenderly.
"I'm," She coughed, and took a sip of water from the cup next to her. "Sorry... You know about..." She needn't speak the words, but Harry understood what she meant. She shook her head. "Oh, Harry. It was terrible. I couldn't imagine it." Harry nodded, begging in his eyes for her to continue. "I don't really know all of it, but do you really want to know?"
Harry solemnly shook his head up and down. "Well I guess I should say that your parents [Lily and James] would have been proud of you, as they were then. You were their bundle of joy, and they had high hopes for you at Hogwarts, here. Your father looked exactly like you, his hair was all over the place. Your mother was a beauty, and she gave you those green eyes." Hermione didn't mention 'The green eyes I love to look into' in her story. "As I was saying, your father had just closed the door to Godric's Hollow, when thunder rumbled. A blinding green light shot from the cracks under and around the door. My God, Harry, I am truely glad you don't remember what happened that day."
"James," She addressed his father with solemn respect, and found it easier to say James, rather than 'your father' or 'Mr. Potter'. "Protected Lily with his life. He stood in front of her, when you-know-who entered, his wand raised. If you are wondering how I could tell, when I went through your memories, I was in the corner the time they happened. Somehow, I am unable to explain in the proper manner. Lily, clutched you wrapped in a blue blanket, to her chest. James had told her to run, and leave him be. Lily would never leave, until he died. She was courageous, both of them were. It's a shame to see their bright futures go into smoke. I could remember the scream of your," Hermione paused, clearly feeling uncomfortable about telling Harry his past. "Mother. You-know-who turned on you, and cursed when he failed to kill you, a young baby, when he had gone through hundreds without trouble. Alas all the green light faded, and you fell into a deep sleep. The scar remained to show all, that you are the one. You will defeat you-know-who..." Her voice trailed off.
Harry had tears in his eyes by the time she finished her tale. 'Had she found out about the note? What he was thinking?' He thought. She cleared her throat.
"About your thoughts.. I know you're concerned about it. But you needn't be, if that riddle Heir to Gryffindor, seek out thee. Search yonder, and thee shall ponder means anything to you, then it should to me. I know what you're hiding, Harry, and I suggest you no longer try to. Please..." She begged, "Let me help you."
"Awww... Herm," He leaned in to give her a kiss. "I never knew you were psychic. Now you'll really spoil my fun." Harry joked, as he affectiontly stroked her cheek.
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Draco Malfoy lay inside his Dormitory, he'd been put on a 'vacation' according to Professor Snape, who had insisted that he needed Draco to "heal that leg faster". Draco'd broken it snowboarding during the summer, and caused Professor Snape to become panicy.
'Blasted leg! Why'd you have to do this to me!' An owl fluttered in from the window, and he reached out to recieve the brown parcel and parchment attached to it.
'Draco, I understand that you have been put on the bench because of your broken leg. I sadly cannot do anything about it, as I agree to Professor Snape about the matter. The faster you recover, the faster Slytherin will take the Quidditch Cup, as well as the House Cup from all opposition." Draco rolled his eyes at his father's words, and continued reading. "I have also enclosed the Pendant of Salazar Slytherin. It has been in our family for years, unfortunatly we have not found the true heir to Salazar Slytherin.. Until you were born. Wear this pendant, as it grows more green the more powers you will posess, when it begins to glow an emerald green, the transformation will be complete. Now I cannot tell if those idiotic doctors who had examined you, will be accurate about you being Slytherin's heir, but I am confident. Report back to me as soon as it begins to show results, or if it does not. Also stay away from that blasted Potter, I have heard that he is the heir of Gryffindor, and will possibly have to stop you.' Draco opened the parcel, to find a pendant. The crystal ball was hung on a black cord by a silver clamp.
Draco sighed, annoyed with his father's wishes, and reluctantly placed the loop over his head. Within minutes the green orb began to glow, dimly, but it was a result. On the verge of breaking into a jig, but resisting to, he wrote word to his father.
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Two weeks passed, Harry was no closer to finding out who 'thee' was. Harry picked up the globe, which was now glowing rather brightly. The maroon light glowing brightly, and Harry sighed wearily. He rested his head on Hermione's shoulder, as she continued flipping through the pages. "Harry this isn't working."
"Will this work?" Harry gave her a kiss, and she kissed back with a passionate fire. Harry leaned in closer, and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. None of the Gryffindors believed that their love would last, Harry had gone out with nearly four girls, and none of them had lasted longer than two weeks. Hermione and Harry, on the other hand, were a different situation. They had a bond, no enemy could break. "Shall we go, and perhaps mess around in the darkness of the closet?"
"That sounds great." Hermione grinned, Harry picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He carried her up to the Perfect's Bathroom, which they both knew as home, and then to the back hidden closet. The hidden closet used to be where the old janitor (before Filch), kept his cleaning supplies. It was a rather large empty room, that had a sound proof charm around it.
He laid her down on the ground, and she grinned locking the door behind her. "Lumos." She said, with her wand and then stood it in a hole in the corner, turning to tackle Harry. She tackled him, pinning him below, until he flipped over and pinned her like an affectionate dog would. He gave her a kiss, and kissed down her neck. She kissed him back, her moans were covered by the charm sealing the room.
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Two hours later, Hermione nestled her head ontop of Harry's bare chest. She sighed contentedly. "Harry.. Will this last?"
"I love you. I've loved you, but never thought you had any interest in me." Harry stroked her hair. "So how will we explain this to Ron?"
"We didn't have sex... We just messed around." Harry chuckled, and Hermione blushed red, smoothing out her hair, she stood up and pulled on her shirt and pants. She'd stopped Harry, and explained to him that she "wasn't ready". He'd nodded his head, and kissed her. Then there they were, a couple... Harry and Hermione.
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Now wasn't that sweet. Sorry d/h fans. You'll have to be waiting until I get This Last Dance - Part 05.. I think you'll be liking that chapter. This is a h/h romance from now on. I'm focusing on doing this by making a new story featuring another couple... Yadda yadda. but I still love D/h! :) XoXO! aNGELA gRAHAM