Dark Marks

"Harry, look at this." Hermione called out as she noticed a maroon colored book. Harry came over to see Hermione trying to reach a book that was on the top shelf. "Here," Harry pulled the book out with a grin. When he got the book, he turned to see a pouting Hermione. "I hate being short!" Harry laughed and gave her the book. *She is just so cute!* He thought.

"Why thank you." Hermione smiled. Her face was still buried within the book. *How did she hear my thoughts?* Harry thought again, he glanced at the book which had just written, "Harry Potter's thoughts, 'How did she hear my thoughts?'. Hermione then showed him the title, "Marauder's Thought Revealer".

They skimmed through the previous pages with interest, James thought, *Kiss her fool!* Lily's thoughts, *Is he holding me on purpose? God! Must hid blush!* Harry and Hermione had a good time reading the thoughts and didn't notice Sirius behind them. "There it is!" He yelled and Madam Pince scolded Sirius and he stared at the ground in humiliation. Sirius sighed, "So you found it for me, this book allows the person holding it to see a person of choice's thought." Harry snatched the book away without Hermione's notice and looked at it. Instead of words and picture appeared. It was Harry and Hermione snogging away at a deserted area of the Library. Harry looked up from the book to see Hermione blushing to her thoughts. "Ahem!" Sirius cleared his voice to get attention he had just lost.

"Anyways Harry, Hermione, I was searching for you, I already talked to the others," Sirius lowered his voice, "Voldemort sent a letter to Dumbledore not long ago, he sent me to tell you that he is planning to attack again, this time they are attacking the Ministry and they aren't taking prisoners. As you might have guessed Dumbledore is planning to have you go, but be careful, Voldemort was fooled once, he is not going to let it happen again." Sirius left them without another word.

Harry and Hermione left for the common room to find the others talking about a strategy to beat the Death eaters. "Harry, Hermione! Glad you can make it, so far we have planned to just charge at them with what the muggles call 'Machine Guns'. Dad has tons of them at our garage. He said it would come useful when You-Know-Who attacks my house." Ron said with pride

"Where in the world did Mr. Weasly get the guns from? And do you think we need to go into such extreme?" Hermione asked with her usual lecturing tone. Ron chose to ignore the first question, "If we get attacked by You- Know-Who, we won't really be able to defeat him with magic, and so why not use these 'guns'?"

"Cause they are dangerous –." "Hermione, sorry to say, but I am agreeing with Ron, we might –" "Fine Harry, agree with Ron, that just shows how much you love me, go ahead, kill innocent lives if you want, I won't be apart of it!" Hermione cried and ran for her dorms.

Did Hermione just break up with Harry? The five just stayed there, too stunned to make a move. "Sorry," Ron said putting at hand at his best friends shoulder to comfort him, "maybe we shouldn't have talked about this now."

Harry wasn't listening. He just stood there too stunned to think, he noticed the "Marauder's Thought Revealer" lying down on the floor. "It's okay Ron. I think I'll go to bed and let Hermione have a day to cool down." He took the book upstairs not wanting the others to invade Hermione's privacy. As he went up, he noticed Parvati and Lavender getting up and heading for their dorms, most likely to comfort Hermione.

Harry locked the door with Magic before he opened the door, he did not want anybody to interrupt him. "Hermione's thoughts, *Harry you jerk, listen to Ron for all I care, you bastard, Bastard!* *Okay, maybe she needs three days to cool off.* Harry thought uneasily. *Sure, listen to your boyfriends. Who needs boys anyways, I hate Harry Potter, I hate Harry Potter, I hate Harry Potter, I love Harry Potter, I love Harry Potter.* He smiled knowing Hermione was coming to her calm state.

He was about to close the book until he saw a picture popping up from it. It showed Harry and Hermione in unspeakable positions doing something Ralph Wigum would put as "Making babies". (A/n: You have no idea what I meant? Watch The Simpsons) Harry blushed and closed the books before any more nasty thoughts came to him.

The next day was quite the usual as owls came only this time, six owls with the same devilish gray envelopes came in, as they headed for their marks: Harry, Hermione, Lavender, Parvati, Ron, and Seamus. Before they could get five feet to them, the staff shot hexes and charms at them. One of the owls dropped their letter and hurried off with the others. Once the letter landed on the floor, the floor began to melt and a Prior Incantato of the Dark Mark appeared. Dumbledore quickly used the Deletrius before everybody left the Great Hall. When he looked at the house tables, he found only the people left were the six and some Slytherins.

Classes were canceled due to the morning's events. The six were cozily napping at their lover's side until Dumbledore once again disturbed them. *Sorry for bothering you, but I do believe that Sirius has told you about the plans for attacking the Ministry. Sorry to say, a Half-Mark was sent to the Ministry by the Dark Owl. The Half-Mark represents that the attack shall be in less than a week. We are giving you permission to leave school grounds,* Dumbledore's voice paused and Hermione held Harry's hand tightly, *Your homework shall be given to you so you wont be behind.* Dumbledore added and Hermione loosened her grip and gave a sigh of relief. The long silence showed them that Dumbledore was no longer talking in their thoughts.

They started the planning again but this time they let Hermione give the ideas due to her last outbreak. "Look, no guns, if we use them, they shall fire everywhere and we might injure some innocent civilians, worse kills them." The others nodded in agreement. "I was thinking of pulling traps, but it has the same flaws as the guns. So I am now thinking of…"

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Sigh, this took me forever for I CAN'T think of what to write anymore, if I don't think of something soon, I am ending it. Thank you for reading, and I hope you review, TTYL.