Light Victory
A
Post-Hogwarts fic by Lil Rose
Rated:
PG-13
Hermione
tried to quietly put away the dishes so she wouldn't wake up her brother, who
was staying with her. She would have used her wand originally, but couldn't for
two reasons:
For one thing, she had locked it in
a safe in Gringotts for the summer.
And two, she was afraid she would
get an angry letter from the Ministry saying that she had done a spell while a
muggle was in the same building, and that would not be a good idea. She had
been trying to become department head for the last six months.
As a dish clattered to the counter
top, she cursed herself for ignoring the task at hand and becoming too absorbed
in the dream that she had had last night.
But it's hard not to think about it,
she thought, it had seemed so real.
She had been running from something,
but she didn't know what, and suddenly all her senses had told her to stop. She
soon found herself in someone's arms. It had felt like someone who cared for
her, a friend that she couldn't remember from school. Hogwarts, that is.
Suddenly, a dish fell to the floor as she realized whom she had hugged.
* * *
As Hermione stormed into the office
of the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, she calmed down a
bit. The Professor bid her to sit down, and she did.
"Miss Granger, long time, no
see. How are you?" said McGonagall.
"Fine, Professor. How is
Gryffindor?" said Hermione.
"Oh, Gryffindor is doing quite
well, but I can see that you didn't come here to talk about Gryffindor, now did
you?" The Professor could see right through Hermione's cover-up.
"No, Professor, I didn't. I
came here to ask you if you knew where Harry is working now." Hermione
said, a bit peeved for some reason.
"Mr. Potter is working in the
wand shop. Mr. Ollivander passed away last year, you see, and Harry has taken
over the shop. But, the store is closed now, so you might find him with the
Weasleys in Zonko's, which was bought by Misters Fred and George Weasley in
their seventh year with some money that had been passed on to them."
"Thank you, Professor. I have
to go now. Goodbye!" Hermione swiftly ran from the office out into
Hogsmeade.
* * *
As Hermione walked into the joke
shop she heard familiar laughing going on in the back. She walked right past
the counter and into the storage room, ignoring the cashier who said "Miss, that's private, that
is." The laughter stopped as the door opened wide, and Hermione quickly
pulled her cloak up a little higher and bowed her head.
"Hey, this is private back
here, ya know. So, get out!" said the familiar voice of Fred Weasley.
"Yeah!" said George,
Fred's twin.
"Shut it, you two. Who is
it?" said Ron, their younger brother, and Hermione's old best friend.
"Why, it's me, Ron, Fred,
George," said Hermione as she pulled down the cloak.
Ron gasped,
and Fred and George stared. Harry, who had emerged from the shadows carrying a
small box of something laughed and said "Hermione! How are you? I haven't
seen you in ages!" Hermione blushed sheepishly as she approached her
old school friends.
"Well, I'm fine. How's Zonko's,
you guys? And the wand shop? Harry, are you still flying?" Hermione sat
down on a crate next to Harry and Ron.
"Well...." started Harry.
* * *
As Hermione walked home Harry caught
up with her.
"Hey. What are you doing
tonight?" he said.
"Nothing, really. Why?"
"Well, do you want to eat
dinner together?" Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah, that would be great.
What time?"
"How 'bout six?"
"Yeah...want a
butterbeer?"
"Yeah, so let's eat
there." Harry approached Hermione with the small box she had seen him
carrying in Zonko's.
"Here, look at this," he
said as he took Hermione's hand and stuck her hand in the box, and took out ....
a wand.
"What's so special about
this?" she said.
"Well, it's Voldemort's wand,"
said Harry. Hermione quickly dropped the wand.
"Why are you carrying
Voldemort's wand around?"
"I'll tell you at dinner. Bye,
Hermione." Harry left. As Hermione walked home she thought about
that dream and how wonderful it was... and how she had hugged Harry.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing but the plot and Hermione's brother. J.K. Rowling has full
ownership of all names, characters, and butterbeer. Blah, blah, blah
~Lil Rose
