A/N: OK, I should have warned you all... Chapters 2 and 3 were not beta-
read because I got over-ambitious... he he... (hey, Chapter one looked
lonely all by itself) Ummmm... I think that might be it... enjoy!
A man, with long brown hair and beard, wearing purple cloaks pointed his wand at another. Harry inched closer and saw that the man was a much younger Professor Dumbledore. He furrowed his brow when he realized that the man he was about to enter into a duel with was none other than Adolf Hitler. What surprised him more is that Hitler pulled his own wand out and the duel began. Harry woke with searing pain cutting his forehead.
Harry kneeled over Hermoine while she slept. He reached his hand out and lay it on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake.
"Hmmm?" she mumbled, rolling over and attempting to open her eyes.
"Hermoine," Harry whispered.
"Harry? What's going on?" she asked, sitting up slightly and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Harry pulled a twig from her hair. "Hermoine, something's not right. My scar..."
Hermoine was instantly awake. "Do you know why?"
"I had a dream just now..." He told her of the dream and Hermoine thought it over a moment.
"That's it... Professor Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, remember?" Harry nodded. "It only makes sense that Hitler and Grindelwald are the same person. Both defeated in 1945, Hitler supposedly committed suicide, but they were never sure. Both were trying to commit genocide... Grindelwald against... against..." Hermoine's voice faded.
"Oh, Hermoine," Harry whispered, gathering her up in his arms. He knew that Grindelwald had been trying to rid the world of those who were not of pure wizard blood. "It's ok, he'll never even know that you exist. We'll be gone before you know it," he whispered, trying to calm her tears. "Besides, Professor Dumbledore is still around. Grindelwald will be defeated."
*******
The next day, the snow began to fall. Harry, Hermoine and Ron longed for the warm fires of Gryffindor Tower. A shot rang out from the trees and the trio fell to the ground. As the Americans returned fire, Ron raised his head to watch the action. At first his eyes sparkled, seeing the several different types of weaponry from the M1 Garand rifle, the M1 flamethrower, and the M1911 .45-caliber pistol to the German 9-mm Luger and the Walther P38, but once he saw one of the boys he had talked to take a bullet in the chest, his blood staining the pure white snow, he realized that war was not all fun and games. The number of shots seemed to dwindle, then stopped altogether. He heard Hermoine mumbling to herself and saw a glimpse of her wand, then it was gone again.
The boy on the ground coughed and the medic ran to him. "Don't worry, Jackson, you'll be just fine. The bullet was stopped only half an inch in. Just knocked the breath out of you, and you'll have a pretty nifty scar," the medic said as he dressed the wound. "Pretty damn lucky, I'd say."
Harry smiled and put his hand on Hermoine's shoulder. "Brilliant," he whispered.
Hermoine turned to him with a blank look, "What?"
None of the three could keep a straight face for long and started grinning.
******
Before long, the division made its way into Louviers, France. The trio thanked the Captain and his men before walking off toward the air wing. Harry stopped suddenly and pulled his friends back into an alley.
"What is it, Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry held his fingers over his scar. "Hermoine, this... this is the place that was in part of my dream... not this exactly, but I know it is here somewhere."
"Well, that means Professor Dumbledore will be around here somewhere," she replied, looking out around the corner. From the corner of her eye, Hermoine saw a young woman pull a wand from her pocket and tap a few bricks, disappearing behind the wall. "And I think I know just where he would be."
The three walked casually to the wall where Hermoine imitated the actions of the woman and they were almost swallowed by the bricks, emerging safely on the other side. They heard footsteps leading down the corridor and followed behind at a safe distance. They saw the woman, young, with dark hair, running across the expanse of the room toward the man Harry had seen in his dream. Though his hair was brown, he still had the same sparkling eyes, and Harry, Ron, and Hermoine could easily recognize Professor Dumbledore.
As Harry, Ron, and Hermoine ducked back behind some boxes, they watched the woman jump into Dumbledore's arms.
"Who is she?" Ron wondered aloud.
"I don't know, shhhh," Hermoine replied, trying to hear what was being said.
"The plan is coming along nicely, Albus. It was a brilliant idea to have wizards enlist to help the soldiers on the battlefields, especially since Grindelwald seems to have no qualms with leading his Nazis by way of dark wizards."
"Thank you, my dear, but please... you're making me blush," he laughed. He kissed the woman on her forehead. "I wish you would go back to London," he sighed.
"I won't leave your side, Albus. I don't care how dangerous it is."
"I know, I know, I just don't want you to be hurt," he said softly. He whispered something to her that the three eavesdroppers couldn't hear and they both laughed. "Come now, we should get back to the others."
As the pair turned, the teens all leaned far forward, trying to make out who the woman was. When she turned toward them, all three almost fell back. Her skin was smooth, and not a trace of silver showed in her hair, but there was no doubt in their minds as to who the mysterious young woman in Dumbledore's life was.
A/N: mwah-ha-ha-ha... yeah, really cheesy cliffhanger that is also really obvious, but whatever...
A man, with long brown hair and beard, wearing purple cloaks pointed his wand at another. Harry inched closer and saw that the man was a much younger Professor Dumbledore. He furrowed his brow when he realized that the man he was about to enter into a duel with was none other than Adolf Hitler. What surprised him more is that Hitler pulled his own wand out and the duel began. Harry woke with searing pain cutting his forehead.
Harry kneeled over Hermoine while she slept. He reached his hand out and lay it on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake.
"Hmmm?" she mumbled, rolling over and attempting to open her eyes.
"Hermoine," Harry whispered.
"Harry? What's going on?" she asked, sitting up slightly and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Harry pulled a twig from her hair. "Hermoine, something's not right. My scar..."
Hermoine was instantly awake. "Do you know why?"
"I had a dream just now..." He told her of the dream and Hermoine thought it over a moment.
"That's it... Professor Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, remember?" Harry nodded. "It only makes sense that Hitler and Grindelwald are the same person. Both defeated in 1945, Hitler supposedly committed suicide, but they were never sure. Both were trying to commit genocide... Grindelwald against... against..." Hermoine's voice faded.
"Oh, Hermoine," Harry whispered, gathering her up in his arms. He knew that Grindelwald had been trying to rid the world of those who were not of pure wizard blood. "It's ok, he'll never even know that you exist. We'll be gone before you know it," he whispered, trying to calm her tears. "Besides, Professor Dumbledore is still around. Grindelwald will be defeated."
*******
The next day, the snow began to fall. Harry, Hermoine and Ron longed for the warm fires of Gryffindor Tower. A shot rang out from the trees and the trio fell to the ground. As the Americans returned fire, Ron raised his head to watch the action. At first his eyes sparkled, seeing the several different types of weaponry from the M1 Garand rifle, the M1 flamethrower, and the M1911 .45-caliber pistol to the German 9-mm Luger and the Walther P38, but once he saw one of the boys he had talked to take a bullet in the chest, his blood staining the pure white snow, he realized that war was not all fun and games. The number of shots seemed to dwindle, then stopped altogether. He heard Hermoine mumbling to herself and saw a glimpse of her wand, then it was gone again.
The boy on the ground coughed and the medic ran to him. "Don't worry, Jackson, you'll be just fine. The bullet was stopped only half an inch in. Just knocked the breath out of you, and you'll have a pretty nifty scar," the medic said as he dressed the wound. "Pretty damn lucky, I'd say."
Harry smiled and put his hand on Hermoine's shoulder. "Brilliant," he whispered.
Hermoine turned to him with a blank look, "What?"
None of the three could keep a straight face for long and started grinning.
******
Before long, the division made its way into Louviers, France. The trio thanked the Captain and his men before walking off toward the air wing. Harry stopped suddenly and pulled his friends back into an alley.
"What is it, Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry held his fingers over his scar. "Hermoine, this... this is the place that was in part of my dream... not this exactly, but I know it is here somewhere."
"Well, that means Professor Dumbledore will be around here somewhere," she replied, looking out around the corner. From the corner of her eye, Hermoine saw a young woman pull a wand from her pocket and tap a few bricks, disappearing behind the wall. "And I think I know just where he would be."
The three walked casually to the wall where Hermoine imitated the actions of the woman and they were almost swallowed by the bricks, emerging safely on the other side. They heard footsteps leading down the corridor and followed behind at a safe distance. They saw the woman, young, with dark hair, running across the expanse of the room toward the man Harry had seen in his dream. Though his hair was brown, he still had the same sparkling eyes, and Harry, Ron, and Hermoine could easily recognize Professor Dumbledore.
As Harry, Ron, and Hermoine ducked back behind some boxes, they watched the woman jump into Dumbledore's arms.
"Who is she?" Ron wondered aloud.
"I don't know, shhhh," Hermoine replied, trying to hear what was being said.
"The plan is coming along nicely, Albus. It was a brilliant idea to have wizards enlist to help the soldiers on the battlefields, especially since Grindelwald seems to have no qualms with leading his Nazis by way of dark wizards."
"Thank you, my dear, but please... you're making me blush," he laughed. He kissed the woman on her forehead. "I wish you would go back to London," he sighed.
"I won't leave your side, Albus. I don't care how dangerous it is."
"I know, I know, I just don't want you to be hurt," he said softly. He whispered something to her that the three eavesdroppers couldn't hear and they both laughed. "Come now, we should get back to the others."
As the pair turned, the teens all leaned far forward, trying to make out who the woman was. When she turned toward them, all three almost fell back. Her skin was smooth, and not a trace of silver showed in her hair, but there was no doubt in their minds as to who the mysterious young woman in Dumbledore's life was.
A/N: mwah-ha-ha-ha... yeah, really cheesy cliffhanger that is also really obvious, but whatever...