A.N: Hello everybody! I have good news!
In the last chapter, I explained how I was going to be grounded until around the Christmas
season. Well, I am happy to say that I will not be grounded! My mom made me a deal that she will let me
go on-line and type as long as I help her around the house during the week days. So...forget everything
I told you about my punishment in the last chapter. It was so funny...around right after I had posted this
chapter my mom came and told me her deal. I laughed so hard...I had written that huge Author's Note
for no reason. I felt like a moron! I thought it was a bit funny....
Anyways, for the past two chapters I have been taking votes on whether people prefered this
story to be a Harry/Hermione relationship or a Harry/Ginny relationship. And the winner is............................
HARRY/HERMIONE RELATIONSHIP!
There was seven votes for H/Hr and four for H/G. Sorry to all of those who didn't want this pairing.
I personally like H/G myself, but most people wanted H/Hr. And I had a really good idea for a H/G pairing
too...ah, oh well.
I'm not going to answer any questions this chapter, sorry! Okay, onto the part everyone actually
*wants* to read....Chapter 33!
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Grimacing from the painful tingle on his face and head, Harry put his hand on the door knob and
slowly turned the handle.
He opened the door a crack, and looked through. Hermione, Draco, and Ron were all sitting on
one of the beds, Ron's bed. They were all talking normally, but not how Harry remembered. They weren't
laughing or smiling like they did when Harry was around. He wondered about this as he noticed how they
weren't laughing, but had small smiles on their faces, and their eyes shined deep down.
Harry opened the door a bit more and slipped himself in the gap easily. He might be a Snape,
but he was still extremely thin. He stood next to the door, and never taking his eyes off his friends, closed
the door beside him. It made no noise as it closed, and Harry continued to stand next to the door.
Hermione and Ron had their backs facing the door, so they didn't see Harry. But Draco looked
up from his conversation. His dark navy-blue eys widened twice the size and his mouth dropped open a
little. Draco didn't move, just sat there and stared and Harry in quiet shock.
Hermione and Ron, noticing Draco's sudden expresion, quickly turned around at looked at Harry.
Their expression's where nearly identicle. Hermione's amber brown eyes and Ron's crystal blue ones
widened in shock, and their mouthes opened as well, but Hermione's was smiling.
Hermione slowly stood up from the bed and stood next to it, her bright smile matching her shimmer-
ing eyes that leaked tears down her cheek. Harry smiled back at them, espacially Hermione.
"Hey," he said, and this simple word sent Hermione flying across the room and into Harry's chest
and Ron and Draco leaping off the bed. Hermione squeezed Harry around his waste, her head resting on
Harry's chest, crying hysterically.
"Oh, Harry! HARRY! It's you! It's really you!" she cried, her voice slightly muffled in the fabric of
Harry's robes. Harry laughed and put his arms around her, softly rubbing her back and his head resting on hers.
"Yeah, it's Hermione." he said, and this semed to cause Hermione to cry harder. Bewilldered he
added, "You don't have to cry Hermione!"
Hermione looked up at him, still smiling and crying at the same time. "I know, but I missed you
so much! W e thought you weren't going to make it!" she said, and then stepped back and grabbed him by
the shoulders. "Promise me, Harry. Promise me that you'll never, ever, do something like - like - that again!
she said, and stomped her foot. "Ever!"
The image of Hermione stomping her foot on the ground with tears spilling down her cheeks
reminded Harry of his fourth year, right after he had gotton past the Hungariun Horntail. He would have
laughed, but the way Hermione looked at him, with pure sincerety and expectation caused him to hold it
back. But he was slightly exasperated. How could he promise her such a thing? He knew that one day, he'd
have to use his power again, and maybe end up dead. How come she didn't realise it?
Harry took his eyes off Hermione's face for a second and flashed a look at Draco. His eyes where
no longer wide, but Harry could see that his eyes resembled Hermione's, full of tears. But he also had some
other feeling in his eyes, one that was un-readable. He took his eyes off Draco and looked at Hermione
once again.
"I promise, Hermione." he said, even though he knew that it was not true. One day he would brake
his promise, and he hoped it was not a time soon. Hermione seemed to be satisfied, she relased her grip
on Harry's shoulders and stepped back a bit more, and immediately Ron was at Harry's side, patting him
in hisback as though he intended to break it.
"Harry, mate! You where awesome! You won't believed what's happened lately! We have so much
to tell you!" Ron patted him once more on the back and then hugged him tightly. Then, folowing Hermione's
example, moved aside.
Draco stood a bit beyond Hermione and Ron. He seemed to feel out of place. He had only known
Harry for a few hours before he went missing, where as Ron and Hermione had known him for over four years.
But Draco still felt how Ron and Hermione felt. He was so happy and excited he had no way to show it. He
felt tears well in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. This should be a time for just Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
Hadn't they suffered enough without him being there? And what about his father? His father had been one of
the many Death Eaters who dreamed every night about the death of the Boy-Who-Lived. How could Harry
possibly want to be his friend?
But he knew that Harry was not thinking of those things, and that was why he was above Draco.
Harry would forgive anyone who asked for forgiveness, he would give anyone who deserved a second chance
one as soon as they asked for it. He had heard about what Harry had done in his third year, how Harry
had stopped Sirius Black and Remus Luping of killing Peter Pettigrew. Harry did not want the man that was the
reason he had no parents to die. If it had been Draco, he would have killed Pettigrew with his bare hands.
Well, not about his parents, he had never felt love or compassion about them. But if his parents were worthy
like Harry's parents, he would feel differently.
Draco thought that he might as well see what Harry thought about him. Draco slowly walked over
to where Harry stood and stuck out his hand.
"You did great, Harry." Draco said, and offered Harry a smile. Harry looked down at Draco's hand
and back up at Draco's face. Harry smiled and shook Draco's hand. Then he grabbed Draco and hugged him.
"Yup, that's Draco all right." Harry laughed when they had broken apart. Draco quickly wiped away
a single tear that had escaped him. Draco looked back up at Harry and saw that he was crying too.
"Well?" said Harry after a few minutes of everyone smiling. "Are you going to tell me what's been
going on or not?" Everyone laughed and sat down on the bed, Harry and Hermione on Harry's bed, Ron
on his own bed, and Draco sitting on the edge of Harry's trunk. They started talking all at once about what
Harry had misssed before and after he was kidnapped. And, as Harry watched and listened, he realized that
in the end, nothing had changed. Well, almost nothing.
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After over two hours of talking, it was now around 4:00 PM, and Harry could feel himself falling
asleep. He was laying on his bed, still in the Gryffindor 5th year dorms, his elbow on his pillow and his chin
lightly resting on his hand. Hermione was still sitting with him at his waist, and Draco had moved to sit on
Ron's bed. His other arm was wrapped around Hermione's waist, happy to be in the warmth and company
of his best friends.
Hermione, picking up on that Harry was near falling asleep, shook Harry softly.
"Harry, where are you sleeping tonight?" she asked, and Harry looked up at her.
"Well, the only people who know that I'm awake besides you guys are Dumbledore, Madame
Pomfrey, and Sev - er, Professor Snape. Well, and the Minister of Magic, but that's another story completely.
I've only just been allowed out of the Hospital Wing this morning, and since then I have stayed at Professor
Snape's rooms. I would stay here, but I think everyone wants him to keep an eye on me."
"Why do they have to keep an eye on you?" Draco asked. Harry grinned.
"Well, stricktly speaking, no one wants me using too much magic."
"Why?" Hermione asked, and she knew where this was going.
"I've used magic for the past few days and end up passing out if I use to much. Even if I use just a
little, after a few hours I get really tired and sleep for hours. It's not fun at all, I can assure you. It took me forever
to get here from the dungeons because I had to walk really slow and not over-excite myself." Harry laughed
then. Hermione noticed something suddenly.
"Wait - Harry...did you say for the past few days?"
"Yeah. I woke up a few days ago, but I wasn't strong enough to come see anyone."
"Did you use any magic this morning, Harry?" Hermione asked once Harry had started nodding off
again. Again he just grinned at her.
"Of course I did, I had to find the password for the portrait." he yawned. His eyes closed again,
and Draco, Hermione, and Ron all sat quietly, waiting for him to fall asleep.
Once they where certain he was fast asleep, they all got up quietly from the beds and walked out
the door and down the stairs to the Common Room.
Hermione walked swiftly to the fire-place and pointed her wand to the red sparking flames.
"Professor Severus Snape!" she said to the flames, and instantly they turned blue and stood almost
still. An image of Severus Snape apeared in the center and was gazing up at the Gryffindors' faces.
At first he looked panicked but then nutruelized his expresion. "Is there a problem, Miss Granger?"
he asked, looking at Hermione. She shook her head.
"Not really, Professor. It's just that we thought we should let you know that Harry has fallen asleep
in the dormitories. He could stay here until he wakes up, if that is alright with you..." she said, but an instant
later the fire blazed again and Snape walked out of the flames.
He looked around for a seconed and said, "Can you please show me where he is?"
Hermione nodded and started to walk up the stairs, Snape behind her and Draco and Ron behind
him. They climbed to the 5th year boy's room and Hermione opened the door quietly.
They all walked into the room and Snape went to Harry's bedside. Harry was still sleeping quietly
in the same posistion they had left him in.
Snape looked down at Harry in wonder. He looked like a Potter, not like his new self. Snape made a
mental note not to say anything about it infront of Hermione, Ron, and Draco but to save it for tonight.
He placed a hand on Harry's forehead, checking for a fever. His temperture was normal, but he took
Harry's wrist and checked his pulse. It was normal as well.
Harry used his magic, Snape thought. Sighing in semi-relief, he turned to Harry's friends.
"He can stay here for the rest of the day, but I want him back down at the dungeons at 8:00. If
something happens, contact me again." Snape said, and walked past them and to the door.
"And make sure that no one finds out that he is alive and here, understood?"
"Not even his Sirius?" Hermione asked, and Snape turned back around.
"Especially Sirius." he said, and walked down the stairs and out of sight.
Hermione, Ron, and Draco all looked curiously at each other. Something was going on.
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A.N: Yeah, that chapter sucked. Please Review anyways!
In the last chapter, I explained how I was going to be grounded until around the Christmas
season. Well, I am happy to say that I will not be grounded! My mom made me a deal that she will let me
go on-line and type as long as I help her around the house during the week days. So...forget everything
I told you about my punishment in the last chapter. It was so funny...around right after I had posted this
chapter my mom came and told me her deal. I laughed so hard...I had written that huge Author's Note
for no reason. I felt like a moron! I thought it was a bit funny....
Anyways, for the past two chapters I have been taking votes on whether people prefered this
story to be a Harry/Hermione relationship or a Harry/Ginny relationship. And the winner is............................
HARRY/HERMIONE RELATIONSHIP!
There was seven votes for H/Hr and four for H/G. Sorry to all of those who didn't want this pairing.
I personally like H/G myself, but most people wanted H/Hr. And I had a really good idea for a H/G pairing
too...ah, oh well.
I'm not going to answer any questions this chapter, sorry! Okay, onto the part everyone actually
*wants* to read....Chapter 33!
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Grimacing from the painful tingle on his face and head, Harry put his hand on the door knob and
slowly turned the handle.
He opened the door a crack, and looked through. Hermione, Draco, and Ron were all sitting on
one of the beds, Ron's bed. They were all talking normally, but not how Harry remembered. They weren't
laughing or smiling like they did when Harry was around. He wondered about this as he noticed how they
weren't laughing, but had small smiles on their faces, and their eyes shined deep down.
Harry opened the door a bit more and slipped himself in the gap easily. He might be a Snape,
but he was still extremely thin. He stood next to the door, and never taking his eyes off his friends, closed
the door beside him. It made no noise as it closed, and Harry continued to stand next to the door.
Hermione and Ron had their backs facing the door, so they didn't see Harry. But Draco looked
up from his conversation. His dark navy-blue eys widened twice the size and his mouth dropped open a
little. Draco didn't move, just sat there and stared and Harry in quiet shock.
Hermione and Ron, noticing Draco's sudden expresion, quickly turned around at looked at Harry.
Their expression's where nearly identicle. Hermione's amber brown eyes and Ron's crystal blue ones
widened in shock, and their mouthes opened as well, but Hermione's was smiling.
Hermione slowly stood up from the bed and stood next to it, her bright smile matching her shimmer-
ing eyes that leaked tears down her cheek. Harry smiled back at them, espacially Hermione.
"Hey," he said, and this simple word sent Hermione flying across the room and into Harry's chest
and Ron and Draco leaping off the bed. Hermione squeezed Harry around his waste, her head resting on
Harry's chest, crying hysterically.
"Oh, Harry! HARRY! It's you! It's really you!" she cried, her voice slightly muffled in the fabric of
Harry's robes. Harry laughed and put his arms around her, softly rubbing her back and his head resting on hers.
"Yeah, it's Hermione." he said, and this semed to cause Hermione to cry harder. Bewilldered he
added, "You don't have to cry Hermione!"
Hermione looked up at him, still smiling and crying at the same time. "I know, but I missed you
so much! W e thought you weren't going to make it!" she said, and then stepped back and grabbed him by
the shoulders. "Promise me, Harry. Promise me that you'll never, ever, do something like - like - that again!
she said, and stomped her foot. "Ever!"
The image of Hermione stomping her foot on the ground with tears spilling down her cheeks
reminded Harry of his fourth year, right after he had gotton past the Hungariun Horntail. He would have
laughed, but the way Hermione looked at him, with pure sincerety and expectation caused him to hold it
back. But he was slightly exasperated. How could he promise her such a thing? He knew that one day, he'd
have to use his power again, and maybe end up dead. How come she didn't realise it?
Harry took his eyes off Hermione's face for a second and flashed a look at Draco. His eyes where
no longer wide, but Harry could see that his eyes resembled Hermione's, full of tears. But he also had some
other feeling in his eyes, one that was un-readable. He took his eyes off Draco and looked at Hermione
once again.
"I promise, Hermione." he said, even though he knew that it was not true. One day he would brake
his promise, and he hoped it was not a time soon. Hermione seemed to be satisfied, she relased her grip
on Harry's shoulders and stepped back a bit more, and immediately Ron was at Harry's side, patting him
in hisback as though he intended to break it.
"Harry, mate! You where awesome! You won't believed what's happened lately! We have so much
to tell you!" Ron patted him once more on the back and then hugged him tightly. Then, folowing Hermione's
example, moved aside.
Draco stood a bit beyond Hermione and Ron. He seemed to feel out of place. He had only known
Harry for a few hours before he went missing, where as Ron and Hermione had known him for over four years.
But Draco still felt how Ron and Hermione felt. He was so happy and excited he had no way to show it. He
felt tears well in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. This should be a time for just Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
Hadn't they suffered enough without him being there? And what about his father? His father had been one of
the many Death Eaters who dreamed every night about the death of the Boy-Who-Lived. How could Harry
possibly want to be his friend?
But he knew that Harry was not thinking of those things, and that was why he was above Draco.
Harry would forgive anyone who asked for forgiveness, he would give anyone who deserved a second chance
one as soon as they asked for it. He had heard about what Harry had done in his third year, how Harry
had stopped Sirius Black and Remus Luping of killing Peter Pettigrew. Harry did not want the man that was the
reason he had no parents to die. If it had been Draco, he would have killed Pettigrew with his bare hands.
Well, not about his parents, he had never felt love or compassion about them. But if his parents were worthy
like Harry's parents, he would feel differently.
Draco thought that he might as well see what Harry thought about him. Draco slowly walked over
to where Harry stood and stuck out his hand.
"You did great, Harry." Draco said, and offered Harry a smile. Harry looked down at Draco's hand
and back up at Draco's face. Harry smiled and shook Draco's hand. Then he grabbed Draco and hugged him.
"Yup, that's Draco all right." Harry laughed when they had broken apart. Draco quickly wiped away
a single tear that had escaped him. Draco looked back up at Harry and saw that he was crying too.
"Well?" said Harry after a few minutes of everyone smiling. "Are you going to tell me what's been
going on or not?" Everyone laughed and sat down on the bed, Harry and Hermione on Harry's bed, Ron
on his own bed, and Draco sitting on the edge of Harry's trunk. They started talking all at once about what
Harry had misssed before and after he was kidnapped. And, as Harry watched and listened, he realized that
in the end, nothing had changed. Well, almost nothing.
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After over two hours of talking, it was now around 4:00 PM, and Harry could feel himself falling
asleep. He was laying on his bed, still in the Gryffindor 5th year dorms, his elbow on his pillow and his chin
lightly resting on his hand. Hermione was still sitting with him at his waist, and Draco had moved to sit on
Ron's bed. His other arm was wrapped around Hermione's waist, happy to be in the warmth and company
of his best friends.
Hermione, picking up on that Harry was near falling asleep, shook Harry softly.
"Harry, where are you sleeping tonight?" she asked, and Harry looked up at her.
"Well, the only people who know that I'm awake besides you guys are Dumbledore, Madame
Pomfrey, and Sev - er, Professor Snape. Well, and the Minister of Magic, but that's another story completely.
I've only just been allowed out of the Hospital Wing this morning, and since then I have stayed at Professor
Snape's rooms. I would stay here, but I think everyone wants him to keep an eye on me."
"Why do they have to keep an eye on you?" Draco asked. Harry grinned.
"Well, stricktly speaking, no one wants me using too much magic."
"Why?" Hermione asked, and she knew where this was going.
"I've used magic for the past few days and end up passing out if I use to much. Even if I use just a
little, after a few hours I get really tired and sleep for hours. It's not fun at all, I can assure you. It took me forever
to get here from the dungeons because I had to walk really slow and not over-excite myself." Harry laughed
then. Hermione noticed something suddenly.
"Wait - Harry...did you say for the past few days?"
"Yeah. I woke up a few days ago, but I wasn't strong enough to come see anyone."
"Did you use any magic this morning, Harry?" Hermione asked once Harry had started nodding off
again. Again he just grinned at her.
"Of course I did, I had to find the password for the portrait." he yawned. His eyes closed again,
and Draco, Hermione, and Ron all sat quietly, waiting for him to fall asleep.
Once they where certain he was fast asleep, they all got up quietly from the beds and walked out
the door and down the stairs to the Common Room.
Hermione walked swiftly to the fire-place and pointed her wand to the red sparking flames.
"Professor Severus Snape!" she said to the flames, and instantly they turned blue and stood almost
still. An image of Severus Snape apeared in the center and was gazing up at the Gryffindors' faces.
At first he looked panicked but then nutruelized his expresion. "Is there a problem, Miss Granger?"
he asked, looking at Hermione. She shook her head.
"Not really, Professor. It's just that we thought we should let you know that Harry has fallen asleep
in the dormitories. He could stay here until he wakes up, if that is alright with you..." she said, but an instant
later the fire blazed again and Snape walked out of the flames.
He looked around for a seconed and said, "Can you please show me where he is?"
Hermione nodded and started to walk up the stairs, Snape behind her and Draco and Ron behind
him. They climbed to the 5th year boy's room and Hermione opened the door quietly.
They all walked into the room and Snape went to Harry's bedside. Harry was still sleeping quietly
in the same posistion they had left him in.
Snape looked down at Harry in wonder. He looked like a Potter, not like his new self. Snape made a
mental note not to say anything about it infront of Hermione, Ron, and Draco but to save it for tonight.
He placed a hand on Harry's forehead, checking for a fever. His temperture was normal, but he took
Harry's wrist and checked his pulse. It was normal as well.
Harry used his magic, Snape thought. Sighing in semi-relief, he turned to Harry's friends.
"He can stay here for the rest of the day, but I want him back down at the dungeons at 8:00. If
something happens, contact me again." Snape said, and walked past them and to the door.
"And make sure that no one finds out that he is alive and here, understood?"
"Not even his Sirius?" Hermione asked, and Snape turned back around.
"Especially Sirius." he said, and walked down the stairs and out of sight.
Hermione, Ron, and Draco all looked curiously at each other. Something was going on.
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A.N: Yeah, that chapter sucked. Please Review anyways!