Title: Fidelity, Part Five of Twelve: Loosing Faith

Author: Gryffindor

A/N: Alright, in this chapter, there is a teeny bit of romance (*coughcough*) and a little more action. I've decided that my characters should travel around Europe and so forth, so in the next couple chapters (or maybe the rest of the chapters) they'll be traveling. I wanted to send them to America, but I decided to limit my boundaries to just about any place in the Western Hemisphere. :P Oh, and I've sort of combined two book series together in here; the HP (Harry Potter) series and the Song of the Lioness/Immortals/Protector of the Small series' by Tamora Pierce. It isn't what you think, I've sort of morphed some of the stuff from Pierce's books so they fit into the HP story, so most everything is still Harry Potter... the main characters, places, people, etc. are all the same. Oh, by the way, like the new font? ;)

Disclaimer: All characters and places (except London and Germany) belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling (J.K Rowling), except Jonathan and Thayet, who are taken from Tamora Pierce's Song of the Lioness series.

Plot: Draco, with the help of Hermione, decides where to go now that Lucius has found him out, and Ginny still finds it hard to chat with Harry about the years they've known each other. We find out what happened to Jonathan (who, thankfully, isn't dead). Remus and Thayet share a kiss or two, but it's not exactly animal attraction that brings them together.

Rating: PG-13 for language and a bit of sexual reference. There is a little kissing in here, too, but that isn't exactly (PG)13 material.

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Draco sighed.

"Hello, Malfoy? I have places to go."

"Well, we need to think, Granger. There has to be something we can do to escape the Death Eaters."

"Hmm, how about you leave Britain, Malfoy? That would do us all some good." Draco turned to Hermione, and was looking like he wanted to hit her.

"This isn't the time to joke about how much you hate m-" He stopped, and a smile suddenly crept onto his face. "You're brilliant, Hermione! I have to leave Britian. Voldemort's Death Eaters are only sworn into him in England. Only, in England. If they travel out of Britain, he has no control over them. He can't curse them or anything." How would you know? Hermione thought angrily, but decided not to say anything of that sort. She was angry at him for no specific reason, only because he was who he had been for the past five years: Draco Malfoy.

He furrowed his brow in thought. "But where should we go?"

"We? Listen Malfoy, if you think I'm going with you, you've got another thing coming. The last thing in the world that I want to do is travel off to some exotic land with you-"

"I'm not going that far," he cut her off, getting out of his chair and starting to pace around their corner of the cafe. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off once more. "Besides, you don't have to come with me. I'll do this on my own. Just think of someplace for me to go." She shut her mouth, biting her lip as she went down.

"Well, it has to be someplace... um..."

"Somewhere I can relax and clear my mind." He said, trying to help her brain out.

"Why would you want to clear your mind? Honestly. You're trying to defeat your father, you don't need to sit around like a mindless git all day, thinking about nothing! You have to have an environment strict and ruly enough for you to plan."

"First, I'm not trying to defeat my father. I just don't want to join him. Second, why do you always have to be so damn reasonable about everything?" She sighed.

"Alright, you need to relax a little, but you need to think a little, too. Someplace... strict but beautiful." Draco shut his eyes to think.

"Brilliant!"

"What?"

"Wir müssen nach Deutschland gehen!"

"Wha- What?" asked Hermione, then giggled, thinking that he sounded a lot like a house elf when he spoke that way.

"We have to go to Germany. Father will never expect that."

"Why wouldn't he suspect it? I mean, it isn't the first place on people's mind when their children run away, I'm sure, but-"

"Father use to live in Germany, and he has told many things about it. He taught me to hate it. Besides... he would never go back." Draco's voice sounded distant to her, so she decided not to press on.

Hermione sighed unhappily, clearly not. "So, are you going to Germany all alone?"

"Unless you want to come."

Hermione scoffed. "Why would I want to go with you?"

Draco shrugged, his robes shifting. "If you don't want to..." There was a heavy pause, as Hermione and Draco sat there, staring into each others eyes, Draco's fired with passion, Hermione's burnt with mistrust.

Finally, "You are so annoying."

He smiled. "So... is that a yes?"

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"What do you mean? S- sex?" Remus said, disbelieving.

"Whoa, slow down. I didn't mean it like that. I just, mean, like, something simple. Something that will work, but won't make us regret for the rest of our lives, I mea-"

Remus nodded, half in relief, half in disappointment. There was no denying Thayet Figg was gorgeous, in more than one way. "Good... then what would we have to do?"

Thayet looked at the older man. He was really sort of handsome, but the streaks of gray in his blonde hair was a bit of a turn off. As she studied his face, then his body, he watched her intently.

"Thayet?"

She snapped back into attention. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking, so, I mean..." She blushed again, and Remus watched her with- amusement. "Don't get me wrong, I don't throw myself at strange men that, well... I'm happily married, I'm just saying..." Remus started laughing, and Thayet coughed a giggle, unsure of herself. "What's so funny?"

"If I have to kiss you to find out what happened to you when you were younger, then so be it. I'll kiss you. If I don't have to kiss you, tell me before I make a fool out of myself." Thayet smiled.

"Well, if you're interested in knowing my, and Jonathan's, past, I think, then, yes, kiss me." Who am I to argue with fate?

Should I really? Would it be all that dishonest? It's for a good... um, cause? Deciding not to fight a choice anymore, Remus flung the covers off of him, and jumped out of bed. He walked over to where the chair was, and stood in front of it.

"Come here." He motioned for her to get off the bed. She did quickly, and walked over to him.

"What?"

"Here, sit down. I don't want to be lying in bed with you when I kiss you, that's all... I might get carried away." Thayet laughed softly, but Remus didn't seem to be kidding. She sat down, and looked up at him, as he leaned towards her crimson face, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left, a stone cold look taking over his features.

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Harry stirred slightly, and let out a soft moan. Ginny's eyes flew open, and she lifted her head.

"Harry?" Her voice was only above a whisper, because she didn't want to wake him up if he wasn't really... awake.

"Mmm? Hermione?"

"No, it's me... Ginny."

She watched as his opened his eyes slowly and turned to face her. "Ginny? What are you doing here?"

Ginny was suddenly slightly frustrated at Harry's lack of happiness to see her, but decided to hide it as best as she could. "Well, we've been taking turns, Ron and I, to watch you, in case you woke up."

"Oh..."

"Are you okay? Does your head hurt or anything?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Thanks." He sat up carefully and leaned back against the pillows. "Where is Ron?"

"In the kitchen, I think. And if you want to know where Hermione and Draco are, they've disappeared into the depths of the unknown Diagon Alley."

Harry yawned. "Oh, okay, great..." Ginny smiled.

"Want me to go get Ron?"

"No, it's okay. You can stay." He shut his eyes.

"Are you going to go back to sleep?" He opened his eyes again and looked at her.

"No, sorry. We can talk."

"About... what?" Harry shrugged.

"I don't know. Anything. We've never really talked, you know. Isn't there anything you've ever wanted to talk to me about?"

"Sure, but... I just, never knew what to say." She blinked. "And I still don't, so... I'll be right back."

Harry turned away. "Oh, okay."

When she got out into the hall, Ginny swore softly at her own lack of courage. I blew it again. What is wrong with me? I had the perfect chance to talk! What happened to the courage I had the other day? She stomped into the kitchen, where she almost tripped over Ron.

Noticing her angry expression, "Hey, what's wrong? Is Harry awake?" She nodded. "Oh. Did he say something?"

"No, and neither did I." She sat down in a wooden chair at the table, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh... okay," Ron said, confused. "I'm going to go see him, alright?" She nodded again, before Ron disappeared down the hall, shaking his head in amusement and confusion.

"She's bloody mental," he murmured as he walked through Harry's door.

Harry laughed. "Who?"

"My sister." Ron sat down in the chair next to Harry's bed. "Stomps into the kitchen, furious, saying that you didn't say anything, and neither did she, so she was mad..." He shook his head again and whispered something that sounded like "insanity".

"I asked her if she wanted to talk, but she just got all jittery and said she would be back. 'Think she still likes me?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

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Hermione checked her watch.

"It's almost eleven o'clock, we should start boarding." Draco nodded and picked up their bags, which were quickly packed in a Muggle shop at the airport. Hermione had to pay for it with the small amount of Muggle money she had, and Draco had promised to repay her in galleons when they got to their destination. She didn't expect to be repaid. They had decided to fly an airplane to Germany, inside of broomsticks, because of the large distance and tough travel. It had taken awhile, but Draco finally gave in and agreed to travel by "Mudblood use". He had been silent throughout the airport, except for small criticism here and there.

"Look at that, Granger, they have instant light... who would've thought... ha! What's that small bugger looking thing down there?

"A car."

"Car... oh, right, of course. Convenient... I think."

As they boarded Flight 634, Draco began to stare at Hermione, she noticed.

Taking their seats, "What? Do I have something on my face or something?"

He laughed. "No, I was just thinking that we're even now."

"Even? What do you mean?"

"The whole naked thing."

"W- what?"

"You know, we've both seen each other," he lowered his voice as he leaned towards her, "in the nude." He jumped his eyebrows up and down, before winking, making Hermione blush and look away.

"It's nothing to brag about, Malfoy. Besides, we're not telling anybody about it."

"Speak for yourself. I can't wait to get back to school and tell everyone about Hermione Granger, the girl who will show off her knickers to any man, just 50 sickles a night! Boy, that's pretty cheap, Granger-"

THWACK.

Before Draco could laugh, a hand whipped across his face, leaving a burning sensation on his left cheek.

"Bastard," she muttered.

He tried not to laugh as he said, "I was only kidding."

"Don't kid like that."

"Alright, alright, hiss, hiss." He said sarcastically, his joking attitude not half worn off.

Hermione sighed. "I don't know what I'm doing here. Why did I come with you? Did you put me under some sort of curse or something?"

"On the contrary. I think the reason you came is because you fancy me, and you think I've got and enormous, beautiful, rather larg-"

"If I fancy anyone, Malfoy, it certainly isn't you."

There was a few minutes of silence, before Malfoy spoke again. "So, tell me about you and Potter."

"What about us?"

"How long have you guys been going out?" He asked, a strange tone Hermione had never heard from him coming along with the usual drawl. "How far have you two gotten in the sack?"

Hermione choked. "We- we aren't even going out, Draco!" Draco? "Harry doesn't like me like that!"

"Do you like Harry like that?" Hermione did answer. "Or... is it the Weasley that you've been giving head to all these years?"

THWACK.

"I told you not to joke like that."

He laughed, satisfied. "I wasn't joking."

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"Wake up." An oily and vaguely familiar voice pounded in Jonathan's ears. His body ached, and he could barely open his eyes. Even his brain was sore, and his image was fuzzy when he finally opened his eyes. A pale man with black hair and black eyes was bent over, staring at him and shaking him from his shoulders. He tried to talk, but all that came out were a bunch of jumbled sounds and coughs.

"Are you alright? Young man?"

He shook his head and tried to clear his brain. "What- are you doing down here?" He managed to ask.

"The better question may be, what are you doing down here?"

Jonathan turned his head to the side and looked around the room. All he saw was grey stones and a few dimly lit torches. "Dungeons?" The black hair man nodded quickly.

"Here, let's get you up and get some answers out of you. I'll call the headmaster down."

The word headmaster practically cleared Jon's brain instantly. "Why am I at Hogwarts?"

"I don't see how could I know. I was hoping you would be able to tell me." Jonathan's arm was draped over the man's shoulder, and they began walking up a series of thin, tightly packed stairs. Jonathan's vision was becoming clearer by the second, and when he turned to see the man who was helping him, he was astonished to find his old Potions master, Severus Snape, dragging him up the corridors. He was surprised that his teacher hadn't remembered him instantly; his looks hadn't changed much at all in the past six years, and he and Severus were always on the better sides of each other back then. Maybe he did recognize me, and that's why he's being so helpful, Jonathan thought to himself.

Snape dragged Jonathan into his office and helped him sit, before calling Dumbledore in the fire. Jonathan peered around the office, and noticed that practically everything was in the same place it had been the last time he was in here. He isn't big on redecorating, I guess. Dumbledore suddenly popped out of the fire, eyes glittering behind his famous half-moon spectacles. He noticed Jon instantly.

"Mr. Figg, how marvelous." He was as cheery as always, smiling that comforting smile. "So wonderful to see you again."

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It seems like hours before Remus pulled away from Thayet, who had eventually probed her tounge into his mouth and began sucking on his. He was flattered by it, and couldn't deny that he enjoyed it, but it was only suppose to be an innocent kiss, which it was before, but had somehow turned into a game of saliva-swap.

"Wow."

"Wow what? Wow the kiss or wow, that's an amazing life... ?"

"Wow... both." He smiled akwardly, feeling very much like fool.

As she teased the inside of his mouth, he had seen images in his mind so clear it was if the people and thing had been standing in front of him. He saw a castle, a desert, a sea, a ruined city, an attack, the redhead he had seen before, but in different ages and styles, different attacks, different men she was with, he saw Jonathan when he was younger, with a crown, in armor, at a wedding, he saw Thayet, in armor with a crossbow and in old, small clothes, but she was still beautiful. He saw an unfamiliar, handsome, older man who looked extremely like Jonathan, fighting the redhead, talking to another redhead, although this one was a man, who looked like a twin of the woman. Then he saw London, in his present time, with a young Chinese man, and a woman Thayet had been with in an earlier image. He saw a big, burly, powerful looking man, sitting in what appeared to be a pub, talking to the small redheaded girl, and later on in life kissing her in a large estate, perhaps a castle, near the sea. The names seemed to go with the people and places and things; Corus, Buri, Roger, George, Alanna, Tortall, Jim, Thom, Pirates Swoop...
As he closed his eyes he could replay the whole thing in his memory, and he could hear everything, smell everything, see everything he had during the kiss. It was a lot to take it, so he got up (their kiss had ended up on the floor), and leaned back against the wall, with his eyes closed. Thayet got up, too, and blushing slightly, wiped off her dress. She sat there staring at him, until finally, "So, why are you here?"

She sighed. "I'm not entirely sure. I can remember dying, but afterwards... something... something pulled me back. I'm not sure. I woke up as a child again, but I remembered everything from earlier. Amazingly, I lived right next to Jonathan, and we grew up together, and were remarried. He was born with some sort of extra powers to add on to his other ones, but I wasn't." She sighed again, and took a deep breath. "We're not sure if anyone else we know came back, except my bodyguard, Buri. See, I was a princess, and Jon was a prince... it was for the best of Tortall, his kingdom. He was in love with Alanna, the redhead girl you saw, for most of his life. They grew up together, and he proposed, but she didn't want to be the queen. I guess she didn't really love him anyway, because she ended up marrying her other life-long man friend, George. They were always so happy together." She smiled.

Remus was becoming rather exhausted, and he looked out the small window. It was dusk, and there was only a small hint of orange left in the sky. "Why did you want me to know this, Thayet?"

"Because I want you to help us. Help us find a way back. A way out. Help us find any others that might be from our time. They might be able to help, too."

"Help you? How?"

"I'm not exactly sure how, but there has to be a way. Just say you'll help." She looked at him, gazing deeply into his eyes, but not pleadingly, it was something else that captured him. She was full of hope, and all she really wanted was to find a way back.

He wasn't sure what made him say it, but after a minute of gazing into Thayet Figg's eyes, he whispered resentfully, "Yes. I'll try to help you. If I can."

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Now that this chapter is finished I can... begin working on chapter six. Blech. ;) I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and can be patient for chapter six, since I sort of have a writers block right now and it's becoming difficult for me to write stories without straining my brain forever just to get a small conversation going. Phew.
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