Authors notes: Thanks so much for your reviews (I write as I wipe away a
tear) nah. You are all true Gryffindors! Much more still to come, alot of
Harry/Hermione to be read. Also, if you were wondering about the owl post,
it comes up in this chapter too (Hint: a new creature will come to the
rescue, that's a little later though) I know I left you on a cliffhanger,
but believe me, my good friend OR has already warned me with several
threats against my life. So for my sake, I continue to write. You should
all check out my newly posted fan fic 'Love & it's defenses'. It's
Oliver/Hermione so yeah, it's a bit different but it's good all the same
(Well, I like it...is that sad?). I wrote it with a Hogwarts companion of
mine named 'Slytherin Sammy'. She's completely in love with Tom Felton (who
isn't to some extent?) so yeah, I hope you all adore it as much as I adore
all of you!!!
P.S: All you Alias fans out there should read O.R's story entitled 'Last years', it is very funny (well, as funny as one could find an Alias Fan Fiction), oh, apparently it's not meant to be funny! She was on the telephone to me when she finished. So for my sake, you must all read...well, go on ya gits once you have finished mine (and reviewed it, of course!).
P.P.S: O.R & I were on the phone while I was writing this, She was listening to Metallica, so I put on my Harry Potter & The Chamber of Secrets soundtrack & said "Fine, I'll fight fire with the boy who lived!". Luvya's all, G.G
Chapter 3: About the boy. Gryffindor Girl
Her vision was blurred, she saw only a face, a familiar face. Was that Harry Potter calling her name? She rubbed her eyes.
"Hermione, thank god! She's alive everyone" Harry said, looking relieved.
"Harry?" She whispered "What happened?"
"You just collapsed, don't ever scare me like that!" He said to her with distress in his voice.
"You were scared?" She said curiously.
"Ofcourse" Harry said, suddenly sheepish "well, as worried as one could expect, where are your parents?"
"Honeydukes" She said quietly, clearing her throat.
"Somebody, go get her parents! Get Mr and Mrs Granger!" He said, sitting her up in his lap.
A small, portly woman near the entrance fled out the door and into Honeydukes, in around half a minute, A tall man accompnied by a thin, curly haired woman burst through the door.
"What's wrong? Is she alright?" Hermione's parents said, frantic for the safety of their only child.
"She's fine, I think she had a vision" Harry said.
"How did you know that?" Hermione said, astonished.
"Oh, my dad works at The Ministry of Magic" Harry said, diverting to a question.
"So, was it a vision?" Harry said to her as she gazed into his deep, green eyes with her's of a dark, chocolate brown.
"You have the greenest eyes I've ever seen" She said dreamily.
Harry blushed as he looked up and saw Hermione's parents embarressed and some people smirking at her comment.
"Well, that's a bit...um... well, I think we should find somewhere for her to rest" Harry said, embarressed yet focused.
Hermione's little body suddenly went rigid in Harry's arms.
"What's happening to her?!" Harry yelled.
She started screaming at the top of her lungs "Him, it's him! Malfoy! It's all him! Make him stop! Somebody!".
The people in the store became nervous and started to leave, Madame Pomfrey swept her way through the door.
"Excuse me, excuse me" She said, mowing through the rather small crowd. She pulled a wand from her robes and stood directly over Harry.
"Mind yourself, Mr Potter" She said, brandishing a waving hand at him. He layed her on the floor and stood, moving a few steps back.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione went silent and cold as Madame Pomfrey chanted. Harry reached out and touched her hand gently, he rubbed it to make it warm until Madame Pomfrey conjured a stretcher that took Hermione, accompnied by her parents to The Bubbling Goblet Inn, not too far from Dervish and Banges. Harry stood sill, rubbing one hand with the other, staring as she floated away.
*****
"No, you don't understand! It's imperitive that I see her!" Harry reasoned with the clerk.
"Listen young man, I understand perfectly but until I get permission from the young lady's parents, I simply cannot permit you entry" the tall, elderly man said patiently.
"So there's no way of waving that rule, is there?" James said.
"I'm terribly sorry sir, my hands are tied" He said.
"Not even if this were an official Ministry business?" James said as a small smirk played across his lips.
"Well, of course, for the ministry, anything of course" the clerk said, taking off his rather large glasses and cleaning them with his chequed tie.
"You have an under age seer on this residence and I wish to investigate, with the help of my... apprentice" He winked at Harry, Which caused Harry to hold back a smile.
"Right down the hall, seventh door on the left, I'll let them know" The clerk did something very odd, he wrote the number 'seven' on a stack of paper and then continued to write a message about the ministry, a very short while after he was finished writing, the navy blue ink dissapeared into the paper.
Harry stared in disbelief until his father tapped him on the shoulder, signalling the walk down the hall.
They stopped at a nice, holly door with a gold frame that was the same as the others they had seen. James cleared his throat and knocked three times on the door, Hermione's mother, who was thin and attractive with the same wild hair that Hermione wore answered the door.
"Yes, you must be from the Ministry right?" She said.
"Indeed we are, I am James Potter and this is my son, Harry" James said seriously.
"Please, do come in" She said, waving a gracious hand and offering them both a seat, which they both declined politley.
"We are here to assess the condition of a Miss Hermione Granger, would you mind if I asked her a few questions?" Jame said, conjuring a roll of parchment. He checked the pockets of his robes for a quill but that proved unsuccessful, he ended up conjuring one aswell.
"Not at all, go ahead, we were just going to get some fresh air" Mr Granger said, he linked arms with his wife and left the room.
The two Potters walked over to a four poster bed which was covered in a fine linen, occupied by Hermione who's forehead was covered in a damp wash cloth.
"Miss Granger, could we ask you a few quick questions about the incident before?" James asked, taking a seat.
"Ofcourse, what would you like to know?" She said, sitting up and discarding the wash cloth.
She noticed that Harry was sitting by her bed and smiled.
"Oh, hello Harry. I hope I didn't frighten you too much before, it's rather embarressing when it happens in public" She said, blushing.
"No, it's fine. I mean, it was a little bracing but, I'm glad that you're better" Harry said, also blushing.
James cleared his throat loudly, destroying the concentration the teen's had on each other.
"What did you have a vision of?" James said.
"Well, there was a boy, he was really familiar. Blonde hair, rather tall and he summoned this figure. He was made to, like he had given in his will because he had nothing left, nobody, nothing. His very spirit was lost" She said darkly.
"The figure, what did it look like?" James said, leaning closer.
"It was dark and mangled, horrible to watch. It was like... it didn't have a soul, everything good and pure was gone. All that remained was a shell, it was so cold. He said his name was..."
*****
"Yes..." James said, leaning forward.
She let out a sigh, hoping it would supplement the secret she witheld. It didn't.
"Voldemort" She said, quietly.
Harry let out a loud gasp, James patted him on the shoulder to calm him.
"Go on..." James said.
"He kept chanting 'Malfoy, you will die like your father, a coward, won't you fight Lord Voldemort?" She said, sounding ashamed.
Harry stood, looking very dazed and a bit sick.
"I think I'm going to go and get some air" He said as he meandered slowly across the room.
He ended this short journey just outside the shrieking shack, he stared at the delapidated cottage and let out a loud sigh. His silence was broken with a small tap on the shoulder, it was Sirius.
"Oh, hello Sirius" Harry said quietly.
"Jesus Harry, you look like you've seen a ghost, what's wrong?" Sirius said patiently.
"Sirius, tell me about Voldemort" Harry said without blinking.
Sirius was taken aback by this statement, rather shocked at the younger man. As if Harry had said the dirtiest swearword known to Wizard.
"What would you like to know?" Sirius said, taking a seat in a shoddy looking bench.
"Do you, I mean, he is dead, isn't he?" Said Harry, joining him.
"Harry, I won't lie to you any further. Voldemort is..." Sirius was cut off by the sound of a woman screaming. Harry and Sirius got to their feet immediatley and took off down the hill to find the owner of the scream.
Meanwhile, back at the Bubbling Goblet, Hermione and James had continued conversing.
"I think I scared him a bit" Hermione said.
"Well, you are very brave to even think that name, has been quite a long time since I heard anyone utter it" James said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself" She said superiorly.
"Yes, you seem to be wise beyond your years Miss Granger, I'll give you that. I've been meaning to ask you something and it's quite alright if you'de prefer not to answer but what animagus do you transfigure to? There is no record of it just yet at the Ministry" James said, inquisitivley.
"A dove, your a stag, right?" She said, lifting a glass of water to her lips.
"Well, yes I am, how do you know that?" James said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"You are registered, I read about you in the animagus encylclopedia. Took you three years, none of my friends really want to become animagi's. You were lucky, atlesast you had friends to change with you. Sirius Black will be teaching at Hogwarts this year, did you know?" She said.
"Yes, We still keep in touch. As a matter of fact, he's in the village as we speak, How long did it take you?" Said James.
"Two or Three years, my grandmother was a witch and she transfigured into a dove, in a way, it was kind of an heirloom" She said, placing the glass delicatley on the bedside table.
There was a pause, Hermione pondered whether to continue.
"You don't think he'll come back into power, do you?" She said, almost whispering.
"I do hope not, we've had enough trouble with the owl post, owls leaving but not returning. They are only sending owls in emergancy circumstances now, due to the small numbers. We are actually considering using Jecklings to send the mail" James said, rubbing his forehead.
"I think I've heard of those" Hermione said.
"They're an odd bird like creature, much like flamingo's only less pleasant, spiny things. They are however, quite efficiant at delivery. Although, they don't fly particularily well, prefer to run but they can become invisible when needed. Which is much to the wizarding worlds advantage. It may be traditional but owls are a tad inconspicuos to muggles" James said.
This made Hermione laugh, she remembered when she got her first owl. Her parents found it to be most unusual.
They heard running, someone coming closer. Harry came in a burst through the door.
"Dad!" He panted.
"Come quick, Draco he's..." He gasped for air.
"He's..."
To be continued...
P.S: All you Alias fans out there should read O.R's story entitled 'Last years', it is very funny (well, as funny as one could find an Alias Fan Fiction), oh, apparently it's not meant to be funny! She was on the telephone to me when she finished. So for my sake, you must all read...well, go on ya gits once you have finished mine (and reviewed it, of course!).
P.P.S: O.R & I were on the phone while I was writing this, She was listening to Metallica, so I put on my Harry Potter & The Chamber of Secrets soundtrack & said "Fine, I'll fight fire with the boy who lived!". Luvya's all, G.G
Chapter 3: About the boy. Gryffindor Girl
Her vision was blurred, she saw only a face, a familiar face. Was that Harry Potter calling her name? She rubbed her eyes.
"Hermione, thank god! She's alive everyone" Harry said, looking relieved.
"Harry?" She whispered "What happened?"
"You just collapsed, don't ever scare me like that!" He said to her with distress in his voice.
"You were scared?" She said curiously.
"Ofcourse" Harry said, suddenly sheepish "well, as worried as one could expect, where are your parents?"
"Honeydukes" She said quietly, clearing her throat.
"Somebody, go get her parents! Get Mr and Mrs Granger!" He said, sitting her up in his lap.
A small, portly woman near the entrance fled out the door and into Honeydukes, in around half a minute, A tall man accompnied by a thin, curly haired woman burst through the door.
"What's wrong? Is she alright?" Hermione's parents said, frantic for the safety of their only child.
"She's fine, I think she had a vision" Harry said.
"How did you know that?" Hermione said, astonished.
"Oh, my dad works at The Ministry of Magic" Harry said, diverting to a question.
"So, was it a vision?" Harry said to her as she gazed into his deep, green eyes with her's of a dark, chocolate brown.
"You have the greenest eyes I've ever seen" She said dreamily.
Harry blushed as he looked up and saw Hermione's parents embarressed and some people smirking at her comment.
"Well, that's a bit...um... well, I think we should find somewhere for her to rest" Harry said, embarressed yet focused.
Hermione's little body suddenly went rigid in Harry's arms.
"What's happening to her?!" Harry yelled.
She started screaming at the top of her lungs "Him, it's him! Malfoy! It's all him! Make him stop! Somebody!".
The people in the store became nervous and started to leave, Madame Pomfrey swept her way through the door.
"Excuse me, excuse me" She said, mowing through the rather small crowd. She pulled a wand from her robes and stood directly over Harry.
"Mind yourself, Mr Potter" She said, brandishing a waving hand at him. He layed her on the floor and stood, moving a few steps back.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione went silent and cold as Madame Pomfrey chanted. Harry reached out and touched her hand gently, he rubbed it to make it warm until Madame Pomfrey conjured a stretcher that took Hermione, accompnied by her parents to The Bubbling Goblet Inn, not too far from Dervish and Banges. Harry stood sill, rubbing one hand with the other, staring as she floated away.
*****
"No, you don't understand! It's imperitive that I see her!" Harry reasoned with the clerk.
"Listen young man, I understand perfectly but until I get permission from the young lady's parents, I simply cannot permit you entry" the tall, elderly man said patiently.
"So there's no way of waving that rule, is there?" James said.
"I'm terribly sorry sir, my hands are tied" He said.
"Not even if this were an official Ministry business?" James said as a small smirk played across his lips.
"Well, of course, for the ministry, anything of course" the clerk said, taking off his rather large glasses and cleaning them with his chequed tie.
"You have an under age seer on this residence and I wish to investigate, with the help of my... apprentice" He winked at Harry, Which caused Harry to hold back a smile.
"Right down the hall, seventh door on the left, I'll let them know" The clerk did something very odd, he wrote the number 'seven' on a stack of paper and then continued to write a message about the ministry, a very short while after he was finished writing, the navy blue ink dissapeared into the paper.
Harry stared in disbelief until his father tapped him on the shoulder, signalling the walk down the hall.
They stopped at a nice, holly door with a gold frame that was the same as the others they had seen. James cleared his throat and knocked three times on the door, Hermione's mother, who was thin and attractive with the same wild hair that Hermione wore answered the door.
"Yes, you must be from the Ministry right?" She said.
"Indeed we are, I am James Potter and this is my son, Harry" James said seriously.
"Please, do come in" She said, waving a gracious hand and offering them both a seat, which they both declined politley.
"We are here to assess the condition of a Miss Hermione Granger, would you mind if I asked her a few questions?" Jame said, conjuring a roll of parchment. He checked the pockets of his robes for a quill but that proved unsuccessful, he ended up conjuring one aswell.
"Not at all, go ahead, we were just going to get some fresh air" Mr Granger said, he linked arms with his wife and left the room.
The two Potters walked over to a four poster bed which was covered in a fine linen, occupied by Hermione who's forehead was covered in a damp wash cloth.
"Miss Granger, could we ask you a few quick questions about the incident before?" James asked, taking a seat.
"Ofcourse, what would you like to know?" She said, sitting up and discarding the wash cloth.
She noticed that Harry was sitting by her bed and smiled.
"Oh, hello Harry. I hope I didn't frighten you too much before, it's rather embarressing when it happens in public" She said, blushing.
"No, it's fine. I mean, it was a little bracing but, I'm glad that you're better" Harry said, also blushing.
James cleared his throat loudly, destroying the concentration the teen's had on each other.
"What did you have a vision of?" James said.
"Well, there was a boy, he was really familiar. Blonde hair, rather tall and he summoned this figure. He was made to, like he had given in his will because he had nothing left, nobody, nothing. His very spirit was lost" She said darkly.
"The figure, what did it look like?" James said, leaning closer.
"It was dark and mangled, horrible to watch. It was like... it didn't have a soul, everything good and pure was gone. All that remained was a shell, it was so cold. He said his name was..."
*****
"Yes..." James said, leaning forward.
She let out a sigh, hoping it would supplement the secret she witheld. It didn't.
"Voldemort" She said, quietly.
Harry let out a loud gasp, James patted him on the shoulder to calm him.
"Go on..." James said.
"He kept chanting 'Malfoy, you will die like your father, a coward, won't you fight Lord Voldemort?" She said, sounding ashamed.
Harry stood, looking very dazed and a bit sick.
"I think I'm going to go and get some air" He said as he meandered slowly across the room.
He ended this short journey just outside the shrieking shack, he stared at the delapidated cottage and let out a loud sigh. His silence was broken with a small tap on the shoulder, it was Sirius.
"Oh, hello Sirius" Harry said quietly.
"Jesus Harry, you look like you've seen a ghost, what's wrong?" Sirius said patiently.
"Sirius, tell me about Voldemort" Harry said without blinking.
Sirius was taken aback by this statement, rather shocked at the younger man. As if Harry had said the dirtiest swearword known to Wizard.
"What would you like to know?" Sirius said, taking a seat in a shoddy looking bench.
"Do you, I mean, he is dead, isn't he?" Said Harry, joining him.
"Harry, I won't lie to you any further. Voldemort is..." Sirius was cut off by the sound of a woman screaming. Harry and Sirius got to their feet immediatley and took off down the hill to find the owner of the scream.
Meanwhile, back at the Bubbling Goblet, Hermione and James had continued conversing.
"I think I scared him a bit" Hermione said.
"Well, you are very brave to even think that name, has been quite a long time since I heard anyone utter it" James said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself" She said superiorly.
"Yes, you seem to be wise beyond your years Miss Granger, I'll give you that. I've been meaning to ask you something and it's quite alright if you'de prefer not to answer but what animagus do you transfigure to? There is no record of it just yet at the Ministry" James said, inquisitivley.
"A dove, your a stag, right?" She said, lifting a glass of water to her lips.
"Well, yes I am, how do you know that?" James said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"You are registered, I read about you in the animagus encylclopedia. Took you three years, none of my friends really want to become animagi's. You were lucky, atlesast you had friends to change with you. Sirius Black will be teaching at Hogwarts this year, did you know?" She said.
"Yes, We still keep in touch. As a matter of fact, he's in the village as we speak, How long did it take you?" Said James.
"Two or Three years, my grandmother was a witch and she transfigured into a dove, in a way, it was kind of an heirloom" She said, placing the glass delicatley on the bedside table.
There was a pause, Hermione pondered whether to continue.
"You don't think he'll come back into power, do you?" She said, almost whispering.
"I do hope not, we've had enough trouble with the owl post, owls leaving but not returning. They are only sending owls in emergancy circumstances now, due to the small numbers. We are actually considering using Jecklings to send the mail" James said, rubbing his forehead.
"I think I've heard of those" Hermione said.
"They're an odd bird like creature, much like flamingo's only less pleasant, spiny things. They are however, quite efficiant at delivery. Although, they don't fly particularily well, prefer to run but they can become invisible when needed. Which is much to the wizarding worlds advantage. It may be traditional but owls are a tad inconspicuos to muggles" James said.
This made Hermione laugh, she remembered when she got her first owl. Her parents found it to be most unusual.
They heard running, someone coming closer. Harry came in a burst through the door.
"Dad!" He panted.
"Come quick, Draco he's..." He gasped for air.
"He's..."
To be continued...