The Legend of Chastity Lorna
Chapter Eleven
By Alicia Jennings
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Harry and Ron sat by Hermione's bed in an all-night vigil. Harry shook his head. Had that stupid, idiot Voldemort not intervened, they'd be married now, thought Harry bitterly.
All the guests were staying the night at Hogwarts, waiting to see how the queen was. Dumbledore had been more than generous with arrangements, and Harry was grateful. Mrs. Weasley had come in earlier, enveloping both Ron and Harry in a huge hug. Harry had the feeling that they'd both needed it at that moment.
The king looked at his fiancee's sleeping face. She had a few streaks of dirt on her cheeks and forehead. He dipped a washcloth in the washbasin beside the bed and washed the dust off. As he was doing so, her eyes popped open.
"Harry?" she asked softly. "Ron?"
"We're here," said Ron, taking her left hand, and Harry taking her right.
"Harry, is the baby okay? What about the fortress? Did that rune work? How long have I been asleep?"
"Shh-hh, Mio," said Harry softly. "The baby's fine, as far as I know. And yes, the rune worked. The fortress is in shambles. It's Christmas morning."
"Ohh," said Hermione softly. "The wedding...."
"It's all right," said Harry. "The guests are staying here at the castle. When you are well enough, we'll be married."
"I feel fine," she insisted, sitting up. "Let's go get married."
"Hermione," said Ron gently, "It's five in the morning."
"Good," she said, swinging her legs to the side of the bed. "That'll give me....about nine and a half hours to get ready if we have the wedding at three."
Ron looked at Harry, who shrugged. "Ron, you've known her as long as I have. It's hard to convince her not to do something."
Hermione smiled. "Ha. I win." She gripped her stomach. "Guys? I'm really hungry."
Harry stood. "I'll help you get dressed, then we'll go down to the kitchens, okay?"
"I'll wait outside," said Ron.
"Harry, I can dress myself, honestly," said an exasperated Hermione, standing up. Harry pushed her back down on the bed.
"Hermione, would you just take it easy?" he said, grabbing a robe from the closet for her. "And what are you wearing, anyway?"
Hermione looked at the gauzy dress. "No idea. When I woke up from the vision, I was just....wearing it." She looked at the robe he just threw on the bed. "Harry? I need some clean underwear too, y'know."
When she finally had all the right articles, she shooed him out. "Go on, Harry. I can dress myself. Honestly."
"If you need help, or you fall or something, you'll call, right?"
"Harry!" she said loudly. "I'm not made out of porcelain! I'll be fine. Now go keep Ron company."
~~~
After a few minutes of struggle, Hermione was dressed, and they all went down to the kitchens. Hermione instinctively gripped Harry's and Ron's hands tighter when they neared the spot where Viktor had been.
"I guess this is the last time we'll ever be sneaking down to the kitchens," said Harry lightly. "It's off to our new home after the wedding."
They walked in silence for a few moments, then suddenly, Ron burst out, "It's not fair."
Harry and Hermione looked at him. Ron answered their looks. "You two have been through so much, and it's just not fair. You two haven't done anything to deserve it. It's not as though you asked to be king and queen. It's just not fair to you two." He jammed his hands in his pockets. "You've been through way too much to only be twenty one."
"And you haven't?" asked Hermione softly. She smiled gently at Ron through tear-rimmed eyes. "We've all been through hell and back, Ron. If we dwell on the fact we didn't deserve it...well, there'd be no point in living." She glanced at Harry, then back to Ron, and then to her stomach. "And I have a lot to live for. Even if you guys weren't around, I'd have a lot to live for just 'cause I'm gonna kill that bastard who killed Harry's and I's parents. Well....at least help kill," she finished.
"Let's go get some breakfast before we do any killing, shall we?" said Harry, running his hand over the green pear in the kitchen portrait. "I do hate having to kill someone on an empty stomach."
"Hey," said Hermione, putting on a fake pout, "Aren't you going to marry me before you go out killing anyone?"
"Oh, right, I'd forgotten about that," said Harry, grinning. Hermione punched him in the shoulder. "Ouch! For a girl, you sure do hit hard."
"I'm not a girl," said Hermione. "I'm a woman."
Ron rolled his eyes, and grabbed a few sweet rolls from a tray passing by. "Let's see if we can mooch some stuff. Too bad Dobby isn't working anymore. Didn't he and Winky get married, so to speak, and go off to some cottage?"
"Something like that," said Hermione absentmindedly, taking a sweet roll from Ron.
"Hey!" said Ron, indignant.
"Never keep food around a woman," said Hermione, "Who hasn't eaten in a couple of days."
"Or her fiancee," said Harry, also taking a roll, "For that matter." He looked at his watch. "Say, Hermione, wanna have a Christmas wedding at three?"
"I suppose I could fit it into my schedule," said Hermione. "I'll have to check with my personal assistant, though," she said, very seriously.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had a great chuckle over that.
~~
After nicking some more food from the elves, the three friends found a deserted classroom to quickly eat their breakfast in. By the time they were finished, it was six o' clock, and the castle was beginning to stir.
"I'm going to my room," said Hermione, kissing Harry on the cheek. "And I don't want to see you until three o'clock. It's bad luck."
"I'll talk to Dumbledore about arrangements," said Harry, giving her a smile. "Ron, could you please escort her to her room?"
Groaning, Hermione allowed herself to be taken by the arm and quite literally marched to her room. Harry, with a wave of his wand, sent their dishes back to the kitchens, and then went to see Dumbledore.
Knocking on the door of the Professor's office made him feel fourteen again. He'd probably been in this office more than any other student in history, with the possible exceptions of James Potter and Sirius Black. He doubted that the Weasley twins had lived up to their glory.
"Come in," called Dumbledore.
Harry entered, and Dumbledore bent his head slightly. "Good morning, Your Majesty,"
"Good morning, sir," said Harry. "Hermione woke up around five, and demanded that there be a wedding ceremony at three o' clock." Harry grinned. "That's a queen for you."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Well, well. There's a pastor in this castle to perform the ceremony, so why not?"
Harry smiled again. "Happy Christmas, Professor."
"Indeed, Your Majesty," said Dumbledore. "A very happy Christmas."
~
Mrs. Weasley was a sort of stand-in mother-of-the-bride, helping Hermione get ready for the big event. Ginny and Lavender also hovered, giggling and chattering until Hermione was about to scream at them to be quiet.
"I still can't believe you're queen," said Mrs. Weasley. "You've been practically one of my own! And my dear Ron as Minister! I never would have thought," said Mrs. Weasley, fanning herself with a white handkerchief.
"Oh, MUM," said Ginny in exasperation, "We all knew that Hermione, Harry, and Ron would be special one day." Ginny smiled at Hermione. "But you still stole him! I *so* wanted to date him!"
Hermione laughed. "Ahh," she said, swooning dramatically, "It was him who stole me! Oh, the woes of love!"
All four women cracked up, in fits of laughter so monumental that tears leaked from their eyes. "Oh!" Hermione gasped. "My makeup!" She hurriedly ran to the mirror to repair the minor damage, and while running, two curlers fell out of her hair. "Oh, blast it all!"
Trying to contain their laughter, the other women rose to help the panicked bride. "Hermione, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, trying to assist her, "It won't be the last time you cry today. Use waterproof! It's your wedding day!"
~
Hermione, suprisingly enough, was not nervous at all as she stood outside the Great Hall, on Dumbledore's arm. She had asked the professor to stand in place of her father, and he had gladly accepted. Hermione almost giggled at the sight of the Professor straightening his robes.
"Professor, you aren't nervous, are you?" she asked, grinning.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "On the contrary, Your Highness. I only want to look my best. The Queen of Great Britain's in there, you know, along with some other fine ladies, some of whom are quite single."
Hermione was giggling as the wedding march began to play. The doors magically swung open wide, and Hermione and Dumbledore entered. Hermione noticed that the Great Hall had been magically expanded to accommodate the decorations and guests. Christmastime at Hogwarts had never been so beautiful. There were two first year girls from Gryffindor who had stayed for the holidays, and Hermione had asked them to be flowergirls. They immediately complied. She'd also gotten six boys from various houses to be ushers. The four other older girls who'd stayed at the castle were also attendants. Hermione left no one out. She was a queen...she could have a big wedding party if she wanted to!
Hermione blinked in suprise. They'd reached the altar. Harry stood in front of her, smiling a bit nervously. Hermione turned and kissed Professor Dumbledore on the cheek, and then joined her soon-to-be husband.
"Ready?" Harry asked softly, so soft that Hermione was sure that the pastor had not heard.
"You bet," she whispered back, grinning from ear to ear.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the bonds of holy matrimony between His Highness, Harry James Potter, and Her Highness, Hermione Anne-Elizabeth Granger..."
And so they were wed.
~
It was roughly four hours later that Harry and Hermione Potter, in true royal romance fashion, rode away in a horse-drawn carriage (that had a few, ahem, adjustments - like winged horses) with only a five-person escort. After all...they *were* on their honeymoon.
Hermione had a broad grin on her face as she snuggled up to her husband in the plush carriage. "So, where are we off to, my husband?"
"To Allen Hall," said Harry, "It has been relocated to the forest beyond Hogsmeade. And the only occupants in it for an entire week will be you and me. I told the staff to scat."
Hermione smiled even broader. "I have you all to myself."
"Indeed you do," said Harry, drawing her closer to him. "And here we are!"
Hermione stared out the window. The castle was almost the size of Hogwarts, and she couldn't imagine how she would ever find her way around. A river and lake sealed off access from the north and east except for a drawbridge. A large wall sealed off the south and west. The castle itself was a five-floored hodgepodge of balconies, turrets, and widow's walks. Hermione thought that it did not have the look of a huge, forboding castle, but looked graceful and airy.
The footmen opened the door, and extended their hands to Hermione, but Harry waved them away. "Oh no, you don't," he said, jumping from the carriage. He grabbed Hermione around the waist and swept her up into his arms. "It's my job to sweep her off her feet."
Four guards stood at the entrance to Allen Hall. The top rank among them called, "Present arms!" They drew swords and made an upside-down V above the king and queen's heads.
A butler waited on the front steps. "Is there anything that you need before I leave, your highness?"
Harry sat Hermione down, smiling at the old man. "Nothing at all, thank you very much. Go to your family, now. Aren't you going on a vacation to Majorca?"
The butler looked startled. "Why, no, sir -"
"You are now," said Harry, giving him a pouch full of money. "Tell the rest of the staff I'll be giving them bonuses tomorrow morning."
The butler had a broad grin. "Thank you, sir." Sterling had a feeling he would like his employer.
The king took his wife back in his arms, and they entered the now-empty Allen Hall. Harry and Hermione's mouths dropped open at the grandeur of their castle.
The atrium they had entered had a cathedral ceiling, with a staircase that spiraled up to the very top floor of their new abode. A huge skylight showed the starry night sky. Pictures adorned the wall, along with rich tapestries and sconces. Sculptures also dotted the first floor. The rich walnut floor had Oriental rugs and the staircase had a beautiful carpet runner. Accents of gold and silver were everywhere.
"Harry? I'm afraid to walk in here...I'm afraid I'll damage something." Hermione's warm brown orbs were looking around, taking in her surroundings. "It looks so rich."
"My dear," said Harry, drawing her closer, "We are rich. And this is your home...you can feel comfortable here."
Hermione slid out of his arms and set her feet on the beautiful Oriental rug. A picture caught her attention, and she walked to it. "It's Perrin and Chastity," she said softly. "It's them, in Allen Hall, while it was still in London."
"It's so odd...that we look almost exactly like them..." Harry joined her by the portrait. "I wish that we knew more of their life."
"As do I...but we cannot go back to the late 1600's," said Hermione. Then she raised her eyebrows. "Or can we...?"
"Oh no," groaned Harry. "Can't we at least have our honeymoon first?"
Hermione grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him soundly. As a breathless Harry drew back, she laughed. "Maybe we should have our honeymoon first."
~~
Harry and Hermione's week alone at Allen Hall was an adventuresome one. They felt like first years again, learning their way around the cavernous castle. There were a few magical "architecture features", much like how Hogwarts was. And Hermione was quite thrilled to find a library.
It was on their way to the library one day that Harry and Hermione stumbled on a most -ahem- unusual discovery.
~
Author's Note:
Well everyone, hopefully this chapter was error free, because LEAH the soul sistah proofread every bit! Sorry I haven't had it up before now, but I've been quite busy. Life kinda sucks right now.
Well anyways, everyone give their thanks and looted gold to Claire (for referral and overall greatness!) and to Leah (my new proofreader soul sistah!) And of course many thanks to those of you who actually read this abomination of English some like to call a fanfiction. :-) I appreciate your support! Ciao!!!
~*~Alicia~*~
Chapter Eleven
By Alicia Jennings
~
Harry and Ron sat by Hermione's bed in an all-night vigil. Harry shook his head. Had that stupid, idiot Voldemort not intervened, they'd be married now, thought Harry bitterly.
All the guests were staying the night at Hogwarts, waiting to see how the queen was. Dumbledore had been more than generous with arrangements, and Harry was grateful. Mrs. Weasley had come in earlier, enveloping both Ron and Harry in a huge hug. Harry had the feeling that they'd both needed it at that moment.
The king looked at his fiancee's sleeping face. She had a few streaks of dirt on her cheeks and forehead. He dipped a washcloth in the washbasin beside the bed and washed the dust off. As he was doing so, her eyes popped open.
"Harry?" she asked softly. "Ron?"
"We're here," said Ron, taking her left hand, and Harry taking her right.
"Harry, is the baby okay? What about the fortress? Did that rune work? How long have I been asleep?"
"Shh-hh, Mio," said Harry softly. "The baby's fine, as far as I know. And yes, the rune worked. The fortress is in shambles. It's Christmas morning."
"Ohh," said Hermione softly. "The wedding...."
"It's all right," said Harry. "The guests are staying here at the castle. When you are well enough, we'll be married."
"I feel fine," she insisted, sitting up. "Let's go get married."
"Hermione," said Ron gently, "It's five in the morning."
"Good," she said, swinging her legs to the side of the bed. "That'll give me....about nine and a half hours to get ready if we have the wedding at three."
Ron looked at Harry, who shrugged. "Ron, you've known her as long as I have. It's hard to convince her not to do something."
Hermione smiled. "Ha. I win." She gripped her stomach. "Guys? I'm really hungry."
Harry stood. "I'll help you get dressed, then we'll go down to the kitchens, okay?"
"I'll wait outside," said Ron.
"Harry, I can dress myself, honestly," said an exasperated Hermione, standing up. Harry pushed her back down on the bed.
"Hermione, would you just take it easy?" he said, grabbing a robe from the closet for her. "And what are you wearing, anyway?"
Hermione looked at the gauzy dress. "No idea. When I woke up from the vision, I was just....wearing it." She looked at the robe he just threw on the bed. "Harry? I need some clean underwear too, y'know."
When she finally had all the right articles, she shooed him out. "Go on, Harry. I can dress myself. Honestly."
"If you need help, or you fall or something, you'll call, right?"
"Harry!" she said loudly. "I'm not made out of porcelain! I'll be fine. Now go keep Ron company."
~~~
After a few minutes of struggle, Hermione was dressed, and they all went down to the kitchens. Hermione instinctively gripped Harry's and Ron's hands tighter when they neared the spot where Viktor had been.
"I guess this is the last time we'll ever be sneaking down to the kitchens," said Harry lightly. "It's off to our new home after the wedding."
They walked in silence for a few moments, then suddenly, Ron burst out, "It's not fair."
Harry and Hermione looked at him. Ron answered their looks. "You two have been through so much, and it's just not fair. You two haven't done anything to deserve it. It's not as though you asked to be king and queen. It's just not fair to you two." He jammed his hands in his pockets. "You've been through way too much to only be twenty one."
"And you haven't?" asked Hermione softly. She smiled gently at Ron through tear-rimmed eyes. "We've all been through hell and back, Ron. If we dwell on the fact we didn't deserve it...well, there'd be no point in living." She glanced at Harry, then back to Ron, and then to her stomach. "And I have a lot to live for. Even if you guys weren't around, I'd have a lot to live for just 'cause I'm gonna kill that bastard who killed Harry's and I's parents. Well....at least help kill," she finished.
"Let's go get some breakfast before we do any killing, shall we?" said Harry, running his hand over the green pear in the kitchen portrait. "I do hate having to kill someone on an empty stomach."
"Hey," said Hermione, putting on a fake pout, "Aren't you going to marry me before you go out killing anyone?"
"Oh, right, I'd forgotten about that," said Harry, grinning. Hermione punched him in the shoulder. "Ouch! For a girl, you sure do hit hard."
"I'm not a girl," said Hermione. "I'm a woman."
Ron rolled his eyes, and grabbed a few sweet rolls from a tray passing by. "Let's see if we can mooch some stuff. Too bad Dobby isn't working anymore. Didn't he and Winky get married, so to speak, and go off to some cottage?"
"Something like that," said Hermione absentmindedly, taking a sweet roll from Ron.
"Hey!" said Ron, indignant.
"Never keep food around a woman," said Hermione, "Who hasn't eaten in a couple of days."
"Or her fiancee," said Harry, also taking a roll, "For that matter." He looked at his watch. "Say, Hermione, wanna have a Christmas wedding at three?"
"I suppose I could fit it into my schedule," said Hermione. "I'll have to check with my personal assistant, though," she said, very seriously.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had a great chuckle over that.
~~
After nicking some more food from the elves, the three friends found a deserted classroom to quickly eat their breakfast in. By the time they were finished, it was six o' clock, and the castle was beginning to stir.
"I'm going to my room," said Hermione, kissing Harry on the cheek. "And I don't want to see you until three o'clock. It's bad luck."
"I'll talk to Dumbledore about arrangements," said Harry, giving her a smile. "Ron, could you please escort her to her room?"
Groaning, Hermione allowed herself to be taken by the arm and quite literally marched to her room. Harry, with a wave of his wand, sent their dishes back to the kitchens, and then went to see Dumbledore.
Knocking on the door of the Professor's office made him feel fourteen again. He'd probably been in this office more than any other student in history, with the possible exceptions of James Potter and Sirius Black. He doubted that the Weasley twins had lived up to their glory.
"Come in," called Dumbledore.
Harry entered, and Dumbledore bent his head slightly. "Good morning, Your Majesty,"
"Good morning, sir," said Harry. "Hermione woke up around five, and demanded that there be a wedding ceremony at three o' clock." Harry grinned. "That's a queen for you."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Well, well. There's a pastor in this castle to perform the ceremony, so why not?"
Harry smiled again. "Happy Christmas, Professor."
"Indeed, Your Majesty," said Dumbledore. "A very happy Christmas."
~
Mrs. Weasley was a sort of stand-in mother-of-the-bride, helping Hermione get ready for the big event. Ginny and Lavender also hovered, giggling and chattering until Hermione was about to scream at them to be quiet.
"I still can't believe you're queen," said Mrs. Weasley. "You've been practically one of my own! And my dear Ron as Minister! I never would have thought," said Mrs. Weasley, fanning herself with a white handkerchief.
"Oh, MUM," said Ginny in exasperation, "We all knew that Hermione, Harry, and Ron would be special one day." Ginny smiled at Hermione. "But you still stole him! I *so* wanted to date him!"
Hermione laughed. "Ahh," she said, swooning dramatically, "It was him who stole me! Oh, the woes of love!"
All four women cracked up, in fits of laughter so monumental that tears leaked from their eyes. "Oh!" Hermione gasped. "My makeup!" She hurriedly ran to the mirror to repair the minor damage, and while running, two curlers fell out of her hair. "Oh, blast it all!"
Trying to contain their laughter, the other women rose to help the panicked bride. "Hermione, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, trying to assist her, "It won't be the last time you cry today. Use waterproof! It's your wedding day!"
~
Hermione, suprisingly enough, was not nervous at all as she stood outside the Great Hall, on Dumbledore's arm. She had asked the professor to stand in place of her father, and he had gladly accepted. Hermione almost giggled at the sight of the Professor straightening his robes.
"Professor, you aren't nervous, are you?" she asked, grinning.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "On the contrary, Your Highness. I only want to look my best. The Queen of Great Britain's in there, you know, along with some other fine ladies, some of whom are quite single."
Hermione was giggling as the wedding march began to play. The doors magically swung open wide, and Hermione and Dumbledore entered. Hermione noticed that the Great Hall had been magically expanded to accommodate the decorations and guests. Christmastime at Hogwarts had never been so beautiful. There were two first year girls from Gryffindor who had stayed for the holidays, and Hermione had asked them to be flowergirls. They immediately complied. She'd also gotten six boys from various houses to be ushers. The four other older girls who'd stayed at the castle were also attendants. Hermione left no one out. She was a queen...she could have a big wedding party if she wanted to!
Hermione blinked in suprise. They'd reached the altar. Harry stood in front of her, smiling a bit nervously. Hermione turned and kissed Professor Dumbledore on the cheek, and then joined her soon-to-be husband.
"Ready?" Harry asked softly, so soft that Hermione was sure that the pastor had not heard.
"You bet," she whispered back, grinning from ear to ear.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the bonds of holy matrimony between His Highness, Harry James Potter, and Her Highness, Hermione Anne-Elizabeth Granger..."
And so they were wed.
~
It was roughly four hours later that Harry and Hermione Potter, in true royal romance fashion, rode away in a horse-drawn carriage (that had a few, ahem, adjustments - like winged horses) with only a five-person escort. After all...they *were* on their honeymoon.
Hermione had a broad grin on her face as she snuggled up to her husband in the plush carriage. "So, where are we off to, my husband?"
"To Allen Hall," said Harry, "It has been relocated to the forest beyond Hogsmeade. And the only occupants in it for an entire week will be you and me. I told the staff to scat."
Hermione smiled even broader. "I have you all to myself."
"Indeed you do," said Harry, drawing her closer to him. "And here we are!"
Hermione stared out the window. The castle was almost the size of Hogwarts, and she couldn't imagine how she would ever find her way around. A river and lake sealed off access from the north and east except for a drawbridge. A large wall sealed off the south and west. The castle itself was a five-floored hodgepodge of balconies, turrets, and widow's walks. Hermione thought that it did not have the look of a huge, forboding castle, but looked graceful and airy.
The footmen opened the door, and extended their hands to Hermione, but Harry waved them away. "Oh no, you don't," he said, jumping from the carriage. He grabbed Hermione around the waist and swept her up into his arms. "It's my job to sweep her off her feet."
Four guards stood at the entrance to Allen Hall. The top rank among them called, "Present arms!" They drew swords and made an upside-down V above the king and queen's heads.
A butler waited on the front steps. "Is there anything that you need before I leave, your highness?"
Harry sat Hermione down, smiling at the old man. "Nothing at all, thank you very much. Go to your family, now. Aren't you going on a vacation to Majorca?"
The butler looked startled. "Why, no, sir -"
"You are now," said Harry, giving him a pouch full of money. "Tell the rest of the staff I'll be giving them bonuses tomorrow morning."
The butler had a broad grin. "Thank you, sir." Sterling had a feeling he would like his employer.
The king took his wife back in his arms, and they entered the now-empty Allen Hall. Harry and Hermione's mouths dropped open at the grandeur of their castle.
The atrium they had entered had a cathedral ceiling, with a staircase that spiraled up to the very top floor of their new abode. A huge skylight showed the starry night sky. Pictures adorned the wall, along with rich tapestries and sconces. Sculptures also dotted the first floor. The rich walnut floor had Oriental rugs and the staircase had a beautiful carpet runner. Accents of gold and silver were everywhere.
"Harry? I'm afraid to walk in here...I'm afraid I'll damage something." Hermione's warm brown orbs were looking around, taking in her surroundings. "It looks so rich."
"My dear," said Harry, drawing her closer, "We are rich. And this is your home...you can feel comfortable here."
Hermione slid out of his arms and set her feet on the beautiful Oriental rug. A picture caught her attention, and she walked to it. "It's Perrin and Chastity," she said softly. "It's them, in Allen Hall, while it was still in London."
"It's so odd...that we look almost exactly like them..." Harry joined her by the portrait. "I wish that we knew more of their life."
"As do I...but we cannot go back to the late 1600's," said Hermione. Then she raised her eyebrows. "Or can we...?"
"Oh no," groaned Harry. "Can't we at least have our honeymoon first?"
Hermione grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him soundly. As a breathless Harry drew back, she laughed. "Maybe we should have our honeymoon first."
~~
Harry and Hermione's week alone at Allen Hall was an adventuresome one. They felt like first years again, learning their way around the cavernous castle. There were a few magical "architecture features", much like how Hogwarts was. And Hermione was quite thrilled to find a library.
It was on their way to the library one day that Harry and Hermione stumbled on a most -ahem- unusual discovery.
~
Author's Note:
Well everyone, hopefully this chapter was error free, because LEAH the soul sistah proofread every bit! Sorry I haven't had it up before now, but I've been quite busy. Life kinda sucks right now.
Well anyways, everyone give their thanks and looted gold to Claire (for referral and overall greatness!) and to Leah (my new proofreader soul sistah!) And of course many thanks to those of you who actually read this abomination of English some like to call a fanfiction. :-) I appreciate your support! Ciao!!!
~*~Alicia~*~