Harry Potter and the Resurrection of Camelot
Chapter Five-Romeo, Juliet, and Arthur's Camelot
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Arthur, you would be a kind chap and let me speak with the Round Table wouldn't you?
King Arthur nodded with a dismissive wave of his hand, Yes, yes, milord.
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No luck? Dumbledore asked, with a steady glint in his blue eyes, and his half-moon spectacles further down his nose.
No luck, Hobbes repeated, Arthur, Guenivere, Lancelot, gone. Camelot's back, and this isn't the Middle Ages anymore.
Dumbledore nodded, All right, all of you go get some sleep...Heaven knows I need some.
Draco Malfoy slowly kissed Hermione's chin, and then her lips, and proceeded to enjoy a long snogging session with her.
Hermione said pleased-
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Harry James Potter woke up in his four-corner bed in the hotel that the Avalon Team was staying at, with one of the loudest shouts ever heard.
Shut up! Ron yelled across the room in his fifty-pound bedroll that Dumbledore had purchased. (Snape refused to stay in a Muggle hotel and Apparated away, while Dumbledore had returned to Hogwarts)
In the other bed, Calvin muttered something suspiciously like Forget you Susie! I got...someone else!
As Hermione was the only girl, she had her own room, but it was adjacent to Harry, Ron, Calvin, and Hobbes', Harry? You all right?
Hobbes crawled off the floor (he claimed his tiger instincts allowed him to sleep better there), and leaning on Harry's bed with his paws he slowly got up and yawned.
his whispered urgently, Does your scar hurt?
Harry said a bit shakily, Just a bad dream. No problems.
Was it Voldemort? Hobbes inquired gently, Even though he's dead, the reprecussions on your mind must be devastating.
Thanks for playing the phychitrist Hobbes, nah, it was a dream about Draco Malfoy.
Hobbes' eyebrows raised, No kidding? Anything related to the havoc he caused at Hogwarts last year?
Harry winced as he remembered Malfoy's attempt to Avada Kedavra Hobbes, and his role in Voldemort's attack on the school.
Uh no.
Hobbes was unsure what to say next, Er, then what was he doing?
Harry thought fast, and decided it best to lie...Uh, hurting Hermione.
Behind Harry's bed, where Hermione's bed was located on the other side of the wall, there was the distinct sound of a stifiled giggle.
Hobbes said with a knowing look in his black eyes and he leaned over to whisper into Harry's ear, Was he doing this.... and with that his voice trailed off.
Harry turned a spectactular shade of magenta, Er, yeah, that's about it.
Hobbes laughed as silently as he could and politely told Harry to concentrate on himself and Hermione (earning another chuckle from Hermione's room), and too fall asleep.
The next day at the continental breakfast served by the hotel, (Calvin was pigging out on the chocolate frosted doughnuts), Hobbes went over and talked privately to Hermione. Shortly following Hobbes speaking to Hermi, she came over to Harry, blushing slightly. Harry blushed when she came up to him, and grinned slightly at her scar.
So, Harry, did you dream a dream last night?
I did, Harry answered.
I what did you dream?
That dreamers often lie.
Hermione seemed a bit pirqued at that comment, In bed while they are asleep at night?
Harry smiled, but not knowing what he was exactly saying, I see Queen Mab hath been with you last night. She is the fairy's midwife, and goes upon a carriage made of half a chestnut, with spider's webs for wheels, and led on by grasshoppers she whips with the leg of a spider.
Thou talk'st of nothing Harry!
Indeed I speak of nothing. I speak of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain.
Alas, I fear that some consequence hanging in the stars, my eclispe the final breath of life from my body. But onward, friendly gentlemen!
Strike drum! Harry concluded happily.
Calvin came over carrying a plate of doughnuts of all flavors with one choclate cream puff in his mouth, Fhat was dat zall
I dunno, Harry said, I just thought that would be something interesting to say.
Er, Harry, Hermione began, You were quoting, well paraphrasing, from Romeo and Juliet.
yelled Ron at another table.
Harry blushed, but decided (especially since nearly nobody was there) to kiss Hermione directly on the lips.
she said as Harry rubbed her back gently.
As Harry seperated from her, he smiled, So, Juliet, you up for breakfast?
Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded, and preceded to go over and pick up two bagels with cream cheese and a glass of orange juice, which as she pointed out was So much more healthier then Calvin's choice.
Hobbes, whom nobody else but them could see, was forced to spend breakfast eating nothing but the two doughnuts Calvin snuck him next to his chair. Harry was almost certain he saw one elderly lady jump in shock when Calvin offered a vanilla glazed to his stuffed animal and, in the lady's eyes at least, it disappeared without a trace.
When they were finished, Harry questioned if they ever would end up going to Canada.
Hermione laughed, 'Fraid not. Cathy and Diane got suspened for stealing their Headmistress' bronzed baby shoes and dropping them out their window...on their Headmistress' head!
Ron started laughing hysterically, and mentioned that he have to try that on Snape. Hermione preceded in giving Ron a look, which made Ron look a bit pale.
Hobbes meanwhile, (who they avoided speaking to so as not to be branded as crazy), was getting a bit cranky and asked to, As you Brits say get the bloody heck out of here.
Calvin then pulled on Hobbes' tail, who roared with a touch of anger as Calvin preceded to go into hysterics.
Harry shook his head slowly, and entwined his fingers with Hermione's underneath the table. They both smiled, and Harry made a motion to leave, Since Dumbledore already paid for the room anyway.
Outside, Hobbes pulled his robes out of his fur and put them on, I wish I'd thought of wearing them earlier. I keep forgetting Wizarimals can only be seen by witches and wizards, he sighed, But of course I figured everyone would think a robe-dressed talking tiger might tip people off I'm a wizard.
Everyone laughed at Hobbes' joke, and Harry took advantage of the time to sneak a quick kiss onto Hermione's moist lips.
Hobbes sort of rolled his eyes, Anyway, before we head back, what have you guys been up to?
Hermione smiled, A little plan Harry gave me an idea about last year.
scoffed Calvin, Your wedding?
Harry turned an amazing color of pink, and so did Hermione, but both rode through the sniggering that naturally and immediately followed.
For some odd reason, something stuck at the back of Harry's mind as he gazed at Hermione's scar on her forehead. What Dumbledore had told them, as to the reason why they had lived, That's for me to know...and you to find out.
Harry wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and smiled at her, and of course upon her smiling back Harry's knees about buckled. Hobbes shook his head silently, clucked his tongue, and growled something under his breath.
Where to now chief? Calvin replied with a grin,
Hobbes seemed about ready to smile and nod his head, when he suddenly cocked his head to one side and his friendly black eyes became haunted, he then muttered a censorable and unpublishable string of words. After about thirty seconds, his head righted itself and his eyes unclouded, but Hobbes' expression was grim and determined.
We're going back to Underground headquarters.
Lord Neovoldemort sat down in the throne of King Arthur...it was rather comfortable for being gold, silver, and bronze. He laughed at the entire population of the Castle, now bowing before him. He cackled once more.
This is more serious then expected, Dumbledore said frankly as the Pheoniz Underground met. For once, the Headmaster had forgone the normal procedure of calling everyone in the room by their first, middle (if they had one) and last names, I just got off the telephone-
Here Ron interrupted, I believe you mean fellytone, sir.
An amused glint flared up in Professor Dumbledore's eyes for a split second and then coldly was washed out by his piercing stare, Mr. Weasley, kindly not interrupt me. I am quite correct, and I believe that it would do you good to sign up for Muggle Studies this year.
Ron blinked once at the rebuke, and then prompty stopped talking.
The ante has been raised, British naval vessels have been sunk as they moved into the area we believe is the risen Camelot.
Hermione turned pale, Every vessel?
Dumbledore nodded, Minister Weasley spoke to the Prime Minister about it...we're guessing it's some advanced charm, or maybe the magic of Arthur, mixed with Dark magic.
Harry's head swam, Dark magic?
Dumbledore nodded, Mr. Potter, I have been doing some research on the locket that Lord Voldemort used last term at the attack on Hogwarts. I am not certain of what it is yet, but I believe it could be nearly a thousand years old.
Harry nodded slowly, comprehending what was being said. Had Voldemort raised Camelot somehow? It seemed impossible...and yet, so many things were strange in the world of magic.
Harry, I think it would be best if all of you stayed out teh rest of your term at Hogwarts, Dumbledore continued, I now that you will unable to go to Canada, due to Miss Granger's cousin's rebelliousness.
Harry noticed Hermione grin a little bit at the mention of Cathy.
Yes, sir, Harry replied.