Chapter 10:
I Stand Alone
By: Chronos the Fallen Angel
Author's Note: "no one should suffer as I have, so I stand alone," Chronos the Fallen Angel
The chapter before this dragged on and on. I couldn't find a way to end it, or even make it move forward. The middle section where Roland is in the Ministry of Magic, I rewrote that five different times. For those you haven't connect it, Trish was Roland's girlfriend, her existence as a ghost will be explained later.
So, what do you think so far? The magic game is just an added feature; it won't have any effect on the outcome of the story. I plan on having another twist. And I'm going to try to stay with Harry and Hermione more. But as you saw, whenever I followed Roland, the conversations drifted to Harry and Hermione.
Also, I am going to try to incorporate some of OoP into this story, so if you hadn't read it, read it for it a great book. Some of the things won't change, like whom Hermione went out with, and Sirius's death will be explained.
One more thing, there is another story, written by alphabet-psycho, I can't remember what its name is but it's a great story. So please read and review it. Okay, I think that is enough, so on with this chapter.
* * * * * * Harry woke up with Hermione lying on his chest; she was breathing quieting, but had a smile on her face. He returned the smile to the sleeping beauty and began run his fingers through her long hair. Over the course of two months, it had become long and smooth, no longer a bushy head of hair. It was beautiful and so was she. And Harry couldn't be happier. But one thought keep coming back to his mind. /what will happen once we reach Hogwarts?/ He was quite aware of the dangers that were now present with Voldemort, as it was made public knowledge a while ago, and he knew of the dangers of him being a mutant. But his safety didn't concern him; it was Hermione's. Seeing her hurt was the worst thing Harry could imagine, and it still bothered him to think about it. He didn't care whether or not people found out he was a mutant, but if they found out Hermione was, and did something to her, Harry couldn't live with himself.
But leaving Hermione wasn't an option either he decided. For her sake and his. From what Hermione told him, Harry figured out that she needed him as much as he needed her. Harry felt as if he could survive anything with her by his side, and he believed that she felt the same way. He felt a certain warmth and security from her that he'd never felt before. It was like heaven.
Hermione stirred in his arms, falling over to her side. Harry watched as her beautiful face yawned. "I thought I asked you not to do that, Harry," she asked, resting her head on his shoulders.
He blushed. "Sorry, you're so beautiful; I forget easily when you're around."
"Careful, Mr. Potter," she said slyly. "Flattery will get you everywhere."
"I know," Harry replied. "But it's not flattery when it's the truth. You are the most beautiful creature in the world."
"You're too kind, Harry," Hermione reached up for a kiss, and held it there for a moment. When she laid back down, she sighed.
"What's wrong, 'Mione?"
"I never felt this good when Steven was with me." She took a deep breath, and Harry felt that she was having a hard time relaxing. "He was never this kind, he was just mean and cruel and rude."
"Hermione," Harry finally said; he sat up, pulling Hermione with him. She stayed firmly attached to his shoulder. "Please stop, I know that it is difficult for you, but it hurts me to see you this sad." He lifted up her head to look into her baby-blue eyes. "I love you too much to allow you to hurt yourself."
Hermione didn't say anything, just tears were forming in her eyes, and she quickly hugged Harry's neck. "Please stop," Harry repeated, "I'm going to cry if you continue this."
"You're too good to me, Harry," Hermione said, not letting go of him. "Why do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"
"Because, angels receive the best treatment," Harry pulled away enough to look into her eyes; the tears were still forming, but not as fast. "And you are the most beautiful, perfect angel in the entire world." Hermione quickly pulled him into another hug.
"Thank you, Harry," she whispered. "You always know what to say." Harry knew she was smiling, he could just feel it. He loved her so much that he could feel what she was feeling.
"I say it for it hurts me to see you like that," Harry closed his eyes. "And sometimes, it hurts because I care about you so much."
"Me too," she replied. "You mean so much to me."
"You are my world," Harry said and she pulled away. Tears were in her eyes, but Harry knew that they were tears of happiness. "And I will do everything and anything to protect you."
"Thank you Harry," she repeated. "Just don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone."
"I would never do such a thing," Harry said, and pulled her back in his embrace. "I promise."
* * * * * *
Roland sat in the professor's study, along with Logan, Jean and Scott. Though Roland had entered only a few minutes ago, he could tell that they were talking about Harry and Hermione. "Despite my actions, professor," Scott was saying, "I still believe that they shouldn't be allowed to share a room."
"I believe that we can trust them, Scott," Professor X said, "They have shown that they could."
"But Professor, Scott's right," Jean said, "they're still teenagers and they have certain urges."
"They won't do anything," Roland replied, saying it as if it was true.
"And how can you be so certain?" Scott asked. "Yesterday we caught them sharing a bed."
"Because it hurts her to walk, Scott," Roland turned and looked at Scott. Jean relaxed in the chair that she was sitting; a shock took pasted on her face. The professor just stared forward. Logan had a confused look across his face.
"Oh," Jean finally said, breaking the awkward silence.
"If that is the case then," Scott said, "why do you encourage them to spend time together, alone?"
"Wait," Logan interrupted, "What's tin man talking about?"
"She was raped, Logan," Xavier replied, "is that right?" he looked over at Roland who just nodded.
"Scott, you know what anorexia is?" he asked. Scott just nodded. "Bulimia?" another nodded. "These two diseases are associated with sexual abuse. That is just what happened to her. Hermione's self confidence was at an all time low after it happened. But with Harry, there is an extra spring in her step. She's happy again. Going out with Harry is the best thing that could happen to her. He makes her feel loved and worth something. And she cares about him as much as he cares about her." Silence followed, Roland gave them time to let his words sink in. "Hermione was most likely to have those problems and others that I don't even want to get into right now if she didn't find Harry. He helped her with her self-image and self- confidence; he makes her feel worth and want. But despite all of this, I know there are problems. Problems that she doesn't even know about. But Harry is solving them just by being there and being a shoulder to cry on. For your god's sake, they're soul mates."
"And you believe that, Roland?" Xavier asked.
"As much as I believe that God does not exist, yes," Roland replied. "They are meant to be together, and because of their future and what it means, Voldemort doesn't want them to have happiness and be together."
"And how can you be so certain?" Scott asked, still not believing. Roland tented his fingers, and stared forward. "I see." He turned back to the professor, and a long period of silence followed.
"Scott," Roland said, "if some one asked you if you believe in God; what would you say?"
"I would say yes, but-"
"And why is that?" Roland turned and looked at the mutant. "Faith?"
"Yes, but-"
"And what if I told you that faith is but an empty feeling?"
"I'd say you are lying."
"Good, faith keeps us believing in something, even though there isn't proof," Roland said. "I happen to know that God doesn't exist, but I do believe in the idea of soul-mates, despite there isn't any proof."
"Have you lost your faith, Roland?" Jean asked.
"You can't lose something you never had," Roland replied. "I've never believed that God existed, thus wasted my time for six years, praying to him." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Back to Harry and Hermione. They are not to be separated, as requested by Professor Dumbledore. He may request it, I order it."
"And when did you start giving orders?" Scott flared; Jean looked back at her boyfriend. Roland felt the anger from the mutant.
"Since he is the only other mutant with magical powers," Xavier said, "He knows more about this then us. Professor Dumbledore asked that someone watch over them, and Roland volunteered. As of a week ago, he is there protector." Scott didn't say anything.
"You are still field commander, so relax, boy-o," Logan replied, a smile on his face. "Tin Can here ain't after that job."
"Thank, Logan," Roland said. "As the matter stands, they will stay in the same room, and they will not be separated. Also, I don't want them leaving the school grounds. I've got enough charms here to protect them until we leave."
"Good," Scott replied sarcastically, "when are you leaving?"
"Two weeks, today," Roland answered.
"I believe that is it all, for now," Professor X said, "Scott, Logan and Jean, please get ready for your morning classes." All of them nodded, and walked out of the room. Logan stopped right behind Roland. "Take care, kid."
"Will do," Roland replied. He just looked forward at the professor and waited for everyone else to leave. "I've got bad news, professor."
"Please tell me," he said, rolling around to the front of the desk to listen to his student. Roland sighed; he hated talking about his heritage.
* * * * * *
Harry and Hermione showered and got dressed, but Hermione refused to leave the room. She didn't want to go outside where Scott was or anyone else. "Please Hermione, for me," Harry asked.
"No, I don't trust anyone," she replied, facing the wall. Harry sighed and took a seat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her. "Not after what Scott did."
"Okay," Harry said, "I won't force you to do anything." She rested her head on his shoulder, and just listened to his voice. "I know that you're scared and afraid, but 'Mione, I'm there for you. I will stand by your side through thick and thin, rain or snow. I love you 'Mione and I always will." He sighed though. "But I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you don't trust anyone anymore, we won't go outside. I'm sure, Roland will be happy enough to bring us food. But we'll have to leave when we go to Hogwarts." Hermione looked up at him. Harry knew that that was the magic word to get Hermione to move. He knew how much she wanted to go back to Hogwarts.
"You always know what to say," she replied. A shocked look appeared on her face. "I forgot." Hermione got up and ran over to the dresser, she quickly ran back to Harry's arms. He wrapped them around her waist as she took a seat on his lap.
"Our letters," Harry said. "Go on, open them." Hermione had a large smile on her face, and Harry just looked over her shoulder. He took a hand off her waist and combed her long cinnamon hair. Hermione open hers first and they read it together.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Despite the tall-tales in the Daily Prophet, I was assured by a friend of mine that you and Mr. Potter were still alive and well. I fear that both you and Harry must have a talk with me once you return to Hogwarts.
On another note, this year we are teaching self-defense with weapons. Our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher is while trained in many forms of combat, along with elemental magic. Enclosed with this letter are a list of weapons allowed and a list of your supplies.
I must apologize at what happened to you Hermione; you can continue your prefect duties with Ron if you wish. We will talk more once you return to Hogwarts.
Signed,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore Hogwarts School of Wizardry
"I wonder what Dumbledore wants?" Hermione asked. She had turned around and was straddling Harry, staring into his eyes.
"You are beautiful, you know that?" Harry replied and kissed her passionately.
Hermione smiled as Harry pulled away. "Don't change the subject, Harry."
"I don't know, maybe you've got a special award or something, like scoring the highest on your O.W.L.S." Harry said, but quickly regretted it. Hermione had large tears in her eyes. "'Mione, I'm sorry, I forgot for a second." He pulled her closer and hugged her tightly. "I'd never make you cry on purpose."
"I know, it's just that," she replied between sobs, "I don't want to know how well I did."
"How come," Harry didn't pull away, just rubbed her back.
"It reminds me Steven, he was flirting with me during that time and I was having a hard time when Ron dumped," Hermione started and just cried even harder.
"Shh," Harry comforted her, "it'll be all right, and he can't hurt you now." But Hermione didn't stop crying, she pulled Harry closer and sobbed harder. Harry didn't know what to do; a thought struck his head. /it worked before, why not now?/ he asked himself. Harry sighed. /here goes nothing./ and he began to sing. He closed his eyes and sang from the bottom of his heart.
Come stop your crying, It'll be alright. Just take me hand, Hold it tight.
I will protect you, From all around you. I will be here, Don't you cry.
For one small, You seem so strong. My arms will hold you, Keep you safe and warm.
This bond between us Can't be broken, I will be here, Don't you cry.
Hermione had stopped crying and was looking at Harry. He opened his eyes and saw beautiful baby-blue eyes looking at him. "What?" he placed an arm around her neck.
"I'd forgotten how beautiful you're voice is," she said, "You sang to before, didn't you?"
"Yeah, after you told me what Ste-he did," Harry had made it a custom not to say Steven's name for Hermione began to cry when she heard it. "You were crying and I sang your favorite lullaby."
"All the Pretty Little Ponies?" Hermione said cheerfully. He just nodded, and before he knew it, he was on his back with Hermione around his neck. "You remembered. I told like-"she was still amazed and shocked.
"Six months ago," Harry replied, "I told you, 'Mione, I've liked you for a while now, and I remember what is important to you." He gave her his sweet smile, the one that he always gave her, even before they admitted their feelings. "I love you, 'Mione, and don't you forget it."
"Thanks Harry," Hermione said, and buried her head in his chest. Harry began to brush Hermione's hair again with his fingers. For a while they lay there, not saying a word. Their friendship and love spoke for them. He was just thankful that she wasn't crying anymore, just hurt so much to see her unhappy. A knock came from the door and they sat up, Hermione still straddling Harry. She looked scared and frightened. Another knock came.
"Who is it?" Harry asked, Hermione moved closer to him, her arms around his neck and his around her waist.
"It's me, Roland," a voice said, "you missed breakfast. So I brought some up for up."
Hermione looked at Harry for a moment, who simply nodded. She lifted an arm and used her mutant powers to open the door. Her arm quickly returned to Harry's neck though. "Hello Harry, Hermione," Roland said. He was caring a tray with two plates of food and two glasses of milk. "I'll leave this here for you, if you want it. But just remember my offer about the weapons. And Harry," Roland started to turn around, "you have a great voice."
He blushed, but Hermione was curious now. "What weapons?"
"I have a collection," he replied, "probably the best you'd find anywhere. I also have one more gift for Harry, and one for you, if you want it. It's in my room, so follow me." Roland had a smile on his face as he left.
"Let's go, Harry," she said, standing up and pulling her boyfriend up with her. Harry just had a smile on his face.
"Take it easy, though," Harry added, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"Okay," Hermione replied. Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and they walked together, not saying a word. Their friendship said it all, and the love showed it. Halfway to Roland's room, Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, a smile on her face, and yawned. Harry picked her up off the ground, and surprised her only a moment. But she quickly wrapped her hands around his neck and rested against his chest.
"Sleep well, 'Mione," Harry said, a smile on his face. And kissed her on the top of her head. He knew that despite sharing a bed with him, the dreams of what happened kept returning. Being with him eased the pain, Hermione told him once. And Harry was willing to be there when ever, where ever.
"Harry?" Roland said, and he snapped out of his trance. Hermione was sleep in his arms, and they had arrived at his room. "You coming in?"
"Yeah, do you mind 'Mione sleeping?" he asked.
"Why would I?" Roland unlocked his door and showed Harry in. He was shocked to see the changes made. The ceiling lights dimly turned on and Heather was sitting against the bed eating from a tray and watching the morning news. The blinds were wide open, and the sun was lighting up the rest of the room. "Morning, Heath." He walked over to light switch and turned it off. "Really, I don't like the waste electricity."
"You're the one who left it on," she replied. "I just opened up the blinds." A smile was on her face as Roland walked over to the corner of the room with the stairway down to his library.
"Hermione," Harry said, gently shaking his friend. She stirred in his arms. "Its time to wake up."
"Hmm?" she replied, and stretched, nearly falling out of Harry's arms. But he quickly regained his balance. Hermione blinked for a moment before looking into Harry's eyes. "hey." Her voice was light and happy.
"Hey, we're here," Harry said. A smile shown on his face as he placed her down.
"Lead the way then," Hermione yawned, and took his hand. Her head was promptly rested on his shoulder as Harry led the way down the stairs. Heather just sat there, smiling at them.
Hermione went down first, followed by Harry. He looked around for his friend, abut couldn't find him. "Roland?"
"Back here, by my family tree," a voice came from the other side of the room. Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him as she walked. But Harry couldn't help but stare at the wonder of the library. A painting covered the ceiling, covered with angels and demons fighting. A single being stood in the center and looked like it was flying. It bore two separate and opposite wings, bat-like ones which the demon's used and the feathered ones of the angels. Transparent beings were floating behind each army.
"It's beautiful, isn't it Harry?" Hermione asked. They had stopped and were both looking up at the ceiling. "Roland called it Heaven and Earth. I asked him what it meant, but he never answered, just changed the subject." Harry turned his attention to his girlfriend. "I looked it up in a book, thinking that it could tell me. But all it did was just say who painted it and when, not why."
"Some people just do strange things, 'Mione," Harry replied.
"No, I believe that this painting was made for a reason, Harry. Call it a feeling." He sighed; he knew better then to argue with Hermione when she had a feeling.
"Harry, Hermione," Roland shouted. "Hurry up and stop staring at that damned painting. It has no meaning." They quickly ran to the back where Roland was, standing in front of his family tree. "Ready." He didn't look back, but seemed to know that both of them were. Harry and Hermione just nodded as Roland began to float in the air. His black aura formed around his and the wall in front of them split in half, moving into the side of the walls. It revealed a hidden corridor. The walls looked like metal fences, covered with many long forgotten weapons of the Dark Ages: swords, hammers, axes, mages, flails, and the list went on. Long range weapons were located further down the corridor. "Welcome to my collection."
"Really Roland," Heather said, Harry and Hermione turned around to see the blond fully dressed in jeans and a tank top. "You shouldn't shown off like that, you could've used the candle stick."
He just shrugged. "Please," Roland changed the subject, "pick out any weapon. I already looked at the list Dumbledore sent me, they're all okay." Harry walked past Roland, who finally landed and removed his black aura. A smile was on his face as his two friends looked through the weapons. Harry constantly was looking at the hammers, something about them made them stand out from the rest. Hermione on the other hand was looking at the large selection of bows and crossbows. Harry was staring at a hammer when he noticed Heather walking back to one of the cross bows.
"Roland!" she shouted, and Harry looked at her. Thank god Hermione was behind her, for what she did next scared him more then ever before. Heather pulled the trigger on the crossbow and fired a bolt right past him. His attention quickly turned to Roland, who caught the bolt just before it hit him.
"I told you, you couldn't, Heath," Roland replied, as he dropped the bolt. "My turn." A small dagger appeared in his hand and he threw it down the corridor. It whizzed past Harry's ear and he watched as Heather took the dagger start on. It exploded when it her stomach, and when all of the pieces hit the ground, Hermione came running to Harry's arms. She was crying, and he pulled her closer.
"What was that about?" he yelled, not thinking. Hermione whimpered and Harry stopped before he said another word.
"Harry," Roland walked over to them and crutched down, so he was looking up at them. "I've always lived by the fact that if something was dangerous to someone else, I would not do it. Remember when I scared Hermione into flying." Harry nodded, though was still angry, and it showed in his eyes. "She did fly if only for a few moments. I said that I would've done it if she was in any danger. That same statement applies to now, I wouldn't' have done that, and neither would have heather, if you two were in any danger. I've trained Heather to be an expert marksman, and a skilled axe- wielder. She would've missed and if she did, I have my shadow abilities to redirect the bolt so that it would hit me. And when I throw anything, I don't miss."
"You say that as if you have never missed," Harry replied.
"I haven't," Roland said, and a smile was on his face. He quickly changed the subject. "I saw that you were looking at the hammers; if you take one, in combination with your mutant strength, I suggest the Dwarven hammer Furete Marello. Forged by the great dwarven king himself, this hammer is unbreakable and can smash boulders when in the correct hands." He stood up and walked over to the hammers. He pointed to a specific hammer. Harry saw it before, it was decorated with gold and silver, the handle made of red wood oak. The detail made on the head of the hammer was amazing.
"With several spells forged right into the metal, this thing is perfect. Now," Roland walked down the corridor, "I saw Hermione's eyes drift over to the bows. This one," he picked up a simple short bow, "was made by an elf. When fired, it rarely misses it mark, if used by a non-elf. Even an amateur can fire this bow. When in elven hands, this thing is the perfect bow. A quiver came with it that was enchanted to never run out of arrows."
"Hermione," Harry asked, "do you want a the bow and arrows." A head of hair nodded in his chest. "I'll take the hammer, and Hermione will have the bow and arrows."
"Good," Roland picked up the quiver and bow; he walked over to the hammer, picking it up. "I'll send these to your room, why don't you and Hermione take a look in the room all the way in the back, your final gift is in there." He walked out of the corridor and headed over to the stairs.
"Sorry," Heather said as she walked past Hermione and Harry. She grabbed a large axe off the wall and ran after Roland; "hey Roland."
"Come on, 'Mione," Harry looked down at her; he could hear the sobs in his arms. "I'm here; I won't let anything happen to you." Hermione looked up at him, and a small smile was on her face. "I promise." He gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione replied. She didn't release him after a while, just stared up at her boyfriend.
"Okay," Harry said, "if you don't want to let go then," he picked her up off the ground and started to walk. "I'll have to carry you then."
"I just don't want to-"
"I know, 'Mione, be alone." Harry looked down at her, "but you're never alone when I'm here." He shifted Hermione so that she was sitting on one arm as he opened the door.
"I see you've gotten stronger," Hermione noted.
"Only went you're around, I usually can lift-" he stopped short, realizing that there was no way for him to finish the sentence. "Hermione, I'm sorry."
Hermione placed her index finger over his mouth. "I understand." For a moment, they didn't move, just stared into each other's eyes, which had become one of their favorite pastimes.
"You two going in or what?" Roland asked, Hermione's head jerked around and she nearly fell out of his arms. But Harry caught her quickly. "Good catch." Roland turned all black and walked right through them and through the partially open door.
Hermione shivered for a moment. "Cold?" Harry asked. She shook her head.
"No, it was just-" she paused for a moment, "I don't know what it was."
"A happy memory, Hermione," Roland said from inside the room. Soft piano music could be heard from inside. Hermione jumped down from Harry's arms and walked inside. He quickly followed her and was amazed at the sight that he saw. A room with dark red carpeting and simple wallpaper was what was at the end of the corridor. But its content were more important then the room itself. Musical instruments were one the wall, or on the tables. A large grand piano was at the center of the room, where Roland was sitting. Hermione walked over behind and him and watched him as he played. Harry just stood in the doorway as Roland's fingers gracefully moved over the keys. A sad, soft melody came out of the piano. Slowly, he stopped playing and just stared at the keys.
"That was beautiful, Roland," Hermione said, tears forming in her eyes. Harry walked over to and placed an arm around her shoulders. "I haven't heard anything like that before."
"Thanks," he replied, but didn't blush. Harry learned a long time ago that Roland had more control over his feelings then other people; he had to because of his anger. But that always got out of control. "I learned how when I received my new arm and eye. I had to learn everything again, how to move a finger, a wrist, the elbow, everything. Soon I had learned how to play, and eventually, I was good at it. Everyone in the hospital loved it when I played, often nurses would stop what they were doing and visit me on their breaks, anything to just hear me play. I played more uplifting tunes because I had something to be happy about." He started to play again, another sad song. "I haven't found much to be happy about lately, though."
"But enough about me," Roland stood up, "Harry, Hermione, pick out an instrument, and I'll teach you how to play." Hermione walked over to the guitar and picked it up. "You want to learn how to play that?"
"No," Hermione said, she handed it to Harry. "I want Harry to play."
"Me, but why?" Harry asked, taking it.
"Because you have a beautiful voice and it would be great to hear you play an instrument with it," she replied.
"Do you want to play anything, Hermione?" Harry turned to her, but she shook her head.
"Just listening to you is fine," was Hermione's reply.
"It's settled then," Roland said, he stood up and walked over to Harry. "Have a seat." He waved his hand and two chairs disappeared. "One of the pleasures of my powers is the unique ability to transfer data via my shadow extensions. So I can easily give you the info and my knowledge on how to play the guitar in a matter of moments, along with some basic songs. The only thing is that it'll take some time for you to fully understand the knowledge and data. Wisdom takes more time to learn then knowledge." Harry had taken a seat in front of Roland as he was talking, Hermione stood right behind him, her hands on his shoulders.
"Ready?" Harry just nodded, "Hermione, try to hold him up as this will hurt a bit. I'm going to try not to give you any of the horrible memories that I have, but I'm sorry if they leak out." Roland pulled his glasses up and looked at Harry with his empty eyes. He held up both hands next to Harry's temples. For a moment, Harry thought he saw a red bolt of lightning flash with in Roland's eyes, but he let the thought go as a stream of knowledge flowed from Roland to Harry's mind, a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but stare at Roland's eyes, and noticed a change in them, a small red circle appeared with in them, and just stared at him. Another bolt of red lightning flashed and Roland released Harry. For a moment, he forgot where he was and just sat there, doing nothing but stare forward. When Hermione kissed him, Harry dropped out of his trance.
"Harry?" he heard her voice and opened his eyes. "I'd thought that'd snap you out of it."
"What happen?' he asked.
"You were in some sort of trance," Hermione replied. "I got so worried." Harry still couldn't see straight, everything was fuzzy. But he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck and heard someone crying.
"I'm fine, 'Mione," Harry said, his vision slowly returned, Hermione's face getting more and more detailed. He thought back for a moment, and remembered what had happened. "Please stop crying."
"I'm sorry," Hermione answered. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer. "I was just so worried about you, you didn't answer me when I called, and I felt all alone, and I-"
"It's alright, 'Mione," Harry replied, "I'm here now and nothing will happen." Hermione cried a bit more. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I left you for a moment, and broke my promise."
"Stop it, both of you," Roland snapped, Harry had forgotten about him for a moment. The man in black was barely standing; his sunglasses had fallen off his head and were all the way across the room. For some odd reason, Harry thought that Roland's eyes were beginning to get pointed. "No one is at fault." He walked over to the guitar and picked it up. "Harry, Hermione, I need you two to leave right now. Harry, take this and start practicing, in two weeks you'll be able to play perfectly."
"Okay," Harry took the guitar, but didn't move. Hermione slowly let go of him.
"Leave now," Roland was holding his head and looking down at the ground. "GO!" his voice boomed of the underworld, and a sharp wind came with it. Harry quickly stood up and pulled Hermione out of the room, closing the door right behind him.
They quickly ran out of the corridor and out of the library. They ran up the stairs and out of the room, and back to their room. Once they were both inside, Harry locked the door; Hermione took a seat on the bed. He still had the guitar in his hand as he walked over to Hermione. "What was that about?" she asked. Harry took a seat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"I don't know," Harry took a seat next to her. "I've never seen him act like that."
"I'm afraid that I have," Hermione jumped when she heard this strange voice; it had a thin German accent. Harry turned around and saw that it was Kurt Wagner, a blue-furred mutant with a tail and three fingers. "But most of the time, he hides it well." Kurt was out on the balcony, on the railing. He was in a crouched position, a more comfortable position for his back he once told Harry. He disappeared, leaving a cloud of black smoke and reappeared in front of Harry and Hermione. "He thinks that we would fear if we knew what he truly is."
"And what is he?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, dar are small hints that he doesn't mean to drop," Kurt said, "but I can't tell you."
"Why not?" she replied. "We have a right to know."
"No, no one has a right to know his secret." Kurt frowned, "he has to hide it for his and our safety."
"Is it that bad?"
"My dear, it is God's worst nightmare that plagues our good friend." Harry was surprised at Kurt, rarely had he seen a frown on his friend's face, especially when talking about a friend. "And he bears his horrible path by himself."
"Why does he that to himself then?" Hermione asked. "He could ask for help or something."
"Dar are but two reasons for that, Herm-ninny," Kurt replied, Harry smiled, he reminded him of Viktor Krum, and the way he always miss pronounced her name. "One I believe you know the answer to and the other is more complicated. Roland is one of the few to see the world for the true way that it is. And he bears that hardship because he is the only one powerful enough to do it. And with the man you call Volt-e-mort," Hermione flinched for she knew what Kurt was talking about, "started seeking out the truth, he bears the responsibility of stopping him."
"What does he do?" Harry asked. Hermione had moved closer to him and had an afraid look painted across her face.
"Something that no one, save a certain few, knew about; but its effects are felt around the world."
"Which is what?" Hermione replied. It was beginning to kill her not knowing.
"He is not allow to say, nor is anyone else," Professor X said, he and Logan were standing in the doorway. "Kurt, you should know better then to even give them the littlest of information."
"Sorry, professor, but they have a right to know," Kurt answered.
"Maybe, but not now," Logan said, and took another puff of his cigar. "He needs to tell them when he is ready."
"Fine den," Kurt replied, he disappeared in a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur.
"Harry, Hermione," Xavier said, "I suggest you drop this matter soon, it'd be better if Roland didn't find out you were looking for the answers to his past." He turned himself around and rolled out of the room. Logan just stared at Harry and Hermione for a moment, concentrating on something.
"Leave him alone, Harry," Logan looked down at the ground. "He's in enough trouble without having to worry about you two." He walked away, smoking the cigar, and left a confused pair of kids.
I Stand Alone
By: Chronos the Fallen Angel
Author's Note: "no one should suffer as I have, so I stand alone," Chronos the Fallen Angel
The chapter before this dragged on and on. I couldn't find a way to end it, or even make it move forward. The middle section where Roland is in the Ministry of Magic, I rewrote that five different times. For those you haven't connect it, Trish was Roland's girlfriend, her existence as a ghost will be explained later.
So, what do you think so far? The magic game is just an added feature; it won't have any effect on the outcome of the story. I plan on having another twist. And I'm going to try to stay with Harry and Hermione more. But as you saw, whenever I followed Roland, the conversations drifted to Harry and Hermione.
Also, I am going to try to incorporate some of OoP into this story, so if you hadn't read it, read it for it a great book. Some of the things won't change, like whom Hermione went out with, and Sirius's death will be explained.
One more thing, there is another story, written by alphabet-psycho, I can't remember what its name is but it's a great story. So please read and review it. Okay, I think that is enough, so on with this chapter.
* * * * * * Harry woke up with Hermione lying on his chest; she was breathing quieting, but had a smile on her face. He returned the smile to the sleeping beauty and began run his fingers through her long hair. Over the course of two months, it had become long and smooth, no longer a bushy head of hair. It was beautiful and so was she. And Harry couldn't be happier. But one thought keep coming back to his mind. /what will happen once we reach Hogwarts?/ He was quite aware of the dangers that were now present with Voldemort, as it was made public knowledge a while ago, and he knew of the dangers of him being a mutant. But his safety didn't concern him; it was Hermione's. Seeing her hurt was the worst thing Harry could imagine, and it still bothered him to think about it. He didn't care whether or not people found out he was a mutant, but if they found out Hermione was, and did something to her, Harry couldn't live with himself.
But leaving Hermione wasn't an option either he decided. For her sake and his. From what Hermione told him, Harry figured out that she needed him as much as he needed her. Harry felt as if he could survive anything with her by his side, and he believed that she felt the same way. He felt a certain warmth and security from her that he'd never felt before. It was like heaven.
Hermione stirred in his arms, falling over to her side. Harry watched as her beautiful face yawned. "I thought I asked you not to do that, Harry," she asked, resting her head on his shoulders.
He blushed. "Sorry, you're so beautiful; I forget easily when you're around."
"Careful, Mr. Potter," she said slyly. "Flattery will get you everywhere."
"I know," Harry replied. "But it's not flattery when it's the truth. You are the most beautiful creature in the world."
"You're too kind, Harry," Hermione reached up for a kiss, and held it there for a moment. When she laid back down, she sighed.
"What's wrong, 'Mione?"
"I never felt this good when Steven was with me." She took a deep breath, and Harry felt that she was having a hard time relaxing. "He was never this kind, he was just mean and cruel and rude."
"Hermione," Harry finally said; he sat up, pulling Hermione with him. She stayed firmly attached to his shoulder. "Please stop, I know that it is difficult for you, but it hurts me to see you this sad." He lifted up her head to look into her baby-blue eyes. "I love you too much to allow you to hurt yourself."
Hermione didn't say anything, just tears were forming in her eyes, and she quickly hugged Harry's neck. "Please stop," Harry repeated, "I'm going to cry if you continue this."
"You're too good to me, Harry," Hermione said, not letting go of him. "Why do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"
"Because, angels receive the best treatment," Harry pulled away enough to look into her eyes; the tears were still forming, but not as fast. "And you are the most beautiful, perfect angel in the entire world." Hermione quickly pulled him into another hug.
"Thank you, Harry," she whispered. "You always know what to say." Harry knew she was smiling, he could just feel it. He loved her so much that he could feel what she was feeling.
"I say it for it hurts me to see you like that," Harry closed his eyes. "And sometimes, it hurts because I care about you so much."
"Me too," she replied. "You mean so much to me."
"You are my world," Harry said and she pulled away. Tears were in her eyes, but Harry knew that they were tears of happiness. "And I will do everything and anything to protect you."
"Thank you Harry," she repeated. "Just don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone."
"I would never do such a thing," Harry said, and pulled her back in his embrace. "I promise."
* * * * * *
Roland sat in the professor's study, along with Logan, Jean and Scott. Though Roland had entered only a few minutes ago, he could tell that they were talking about Harry and Hermione. "Despite my actions, professor," Scott was saying, "I still believe that they shouldn't be allowed to share a room."
"I believe that we can trust them, Scott," Professor X said, "They have shown that they could."
"But Professor, Scott's right," Jean said, "they're still teenagers and they have certain urges."
"They won't do anything," Roland replied, saying it as if it was true.
"And how can you be so certain?" Scott asked. "Yesterday we caught them sharing a bed."
"Because it hurts her to walk, Scott," Roland turned and looked at Scott. Jean relaxed in the chair that she was sitting; a shock took pasted on her face. The professor just stared forward. Logan had a confused look across his face.
"Oh," Jean finally said, breaking the awkward silence.
"If that is the case then," Scott said, "why do you encourage them to spend time together, alone?"
"Wait," Logan interrupted, "What's tin man talking about?"
"She was raped, Logan," Xavier replied, "is that right?" he looked over at Roland who just nodded.
"Scott, you know what anorexia is?" he asked. Scott just nodded. "Bulimia?" another nodded. "These two diseases are associated with sexual abuse. That is just what happened to her. Hermione's self confidence was at an all time low after it happened. But with Harry, there is an extra spring in her step. She's happy again. Going out with Harry is the best thing that could happen to her. He makes her feel loved and worth something. And she cares about him as much as he cares about her." Silence followed, Roland gave them time to let his words sink in. "Hermione was most likely to have those problems and others that I don't even want to get into right now if she didn't find Harry. He helped her with her self-image and self- confidence; he makes her feel worth and want. But despite all of this, I know there are problems. Problems that she doesn't even know about. But Harry is solving them just by being there and being a shoulder to cry on. For your god's sake, they're soul mates."
"And you believe that, Roland?" Xavier asked.
"As much as I believe that God does not exist, yes," Roland replied. "They are meant to be together, and because of their future and what it means, Voldemort doesn't want them to have happiness and be together."
"And how can you be so certain?" Scott asked, still not believing. Roland tented his fingers, and stared forward. "I see." He turned back to the professor, and a long period of silence followed.
"Scott," Roland said, "if some one asked you if you believe in God; what would you say?"
"I would say yes, but-"
"And why is that?" Roland turned and looked at the mutant. "Faith?"
"Yes, but-"
"And what if I told you that faith is but an empty feeling?"
"I'd say you are lying."
"Good, faith keeps us believing in something, even though there isn't proof," Roland said. "I happen to know that God doesn't exist, but I do believe in the idea of soul-mates, despite there isn't any proof."
"Have you lost your faith, Roland?" Jean asked.
"You can't lose something you never had," Roland replied. "I've never believed that God existed, thus wasted my time for six years, praying to him." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Back to Harry and Hermione. They are not to be separated, as requested by Professor Dumbledore. He may request it, I order it."
"And when did you start giving orders?" Scott flared; Jean looked back at her boyfriend. Roland felt the anger from the mutant.
"Since he is the only other mutant with magical powers," Xavier said, "He knows more about this then us. Professor Dumbledore asked that someone watch over them, and Roland volunteered. As of a week ago, he is there protector." Scott didn't say anything.
"You are still field commander, so relax, boy-o," Logan replied, a smile on his face. "Tin Can here ain't after that job."
"Thank, Logan," Roland said. "As the matter stands, they will stay in the same room, and they will not be separated. Also, I don't want them leaving the school grounds. I've got enough charms here to protect them until we leave."
"Good," Scott replied sarcastically, "when are you leaving?"
"Two weeks, today," Roland answered.
"I believe that is it all, for now," Professor X said, "Scott, Logan and Jean, please get ready for your morning classes." All of them nodded, and walked out of the room. Logan stopped right behind Roland. "Take care, kid."
"Will do," Roland replied. He just looked forward at the professor and waited for everyone else to leave. "I've got bad news, professor."
"Please tell me," he said, rolling around to the front of the desk to listen to his student. Roland sighed; he hated talking about his heritage.
* * * * * *
Harry and Hermione showered and got dressed, but Hermione refused to leave the room. She didn't want to go outside where Scott was or anyone else. "Please Hermione, for me," Harry asked.
"No, I don't trust anyone," she replied, facing the wall. Harry sighed and took a seat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her. "Not after what Scott did."
"Okay," Harry said, "I won't force you to do anything." She rested her head on his shoulder, and just listened to his voice. "I know that you're scared and afraid, but 'Mione, I'm there for you. I will stand by your side through thick and thin, rain or snow. I love you 'Mione and I always will." He sighed though. "But I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you don't trust anyone anymore, we won't go outside. I'm sure, Roland will be happy enough to bring us food. But we'll have to leave when we go to Hogwarts." Hermione looked up at him. Harry knew that that was the magic word to get Hermione to move. He knew how much she wanted to go back to Hogwarts.
"You always know what to say," she replied. A shocked look appeared on her face. "I forgot." Hermione got up and ran over to the dresser, she quickly ran back to Harry's arms. He wrapped them around her waist as she took a seat on his lap.
"Our letters," Harry said. "Go on, open them." Hermione had a large smile on her face, and Harry just looked over her shoulder. He took a hand off her waist and combed her long cinnamon hair. Hermione open hers first and they read it together.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Despite the tall-tales in the Daily Prophet, I was assured by a friend of mine that you and Mr. Potter were still alive and well. I fear that both you and Harry must have a talk with me once you return to Hogwarts.
On another note, this year we are teaching self-defense with weapons. Our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher is while trained in many forms of combat, along with elemental magic. Enclosed with this letter are a list of weapons allowed and a list of your supplies.
I must apologize at what happened to you Hermione; you can continue your prefect duties with Ron if you wish. We will talk more once you return to Hogwarts.
Signed,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore Hogwarts School of Wizardry
"I wonder what Dumbledore wants?" Hermione asked. She had turned around and was straddling Harry, staring into his eyes.
"You are beautiful, you know that?" Harry replied and kissed her passionately.
Hermione smiled as Harry pulled away. "Don't change the subject, Harry."
"I don't know, maybe you've got a special award or something, like scoring the highest on your O.W.L.S." Harry said, but quickly regretted it. Hermione had large tears in her eyes. "'Mione, I'm sorry, I forgot for a second." He pulled her closer and hugged her tightly. "I'd never make you cry on purpose."
"I know, it's just that," she replied between sobs, "I don't want to know how well I did."
"How come," Harry didn't pull away, just rubbed her back.
"It reminds me Steven, he was flirting with me during that time and I was having a hard time when Ron dumped," Hermione started and just cried even harder.
"Shh," Harry comforted her, "it'll be all right, and he can't hurt you now." But Hermione didn't stop crying, she pulled Harry closer and sobbed harder. Harry didn't know what to do; a thought struck his head. /it worked before, why not now?/ he asked himself. Harry sighed. /here goes nothing./ and he began to sing. He closed his eyes and sang from the bottom of his heart.
Come stop your crying, It'll be alright. Just take me hand, Hold it tight.
I will protect you, From all around you. I will be here, Don't you cry.
For one small, You seem so strong. My arms will hold you, Keep you safe and warm.
This bond between us Can't be broken, I will be here, Don't you cry.
Hermione had stopped crying and was looking at Harry. He opened his eyes and saw beautiful baby-blue eyes looking at him. "What?" he placed an arm around her neck.
"I'd forgotten how beautiful you're voice is," she said, "You sang to before, didn't you?"
"Yeah, after you told me what Ste-he did," Harry had made it a custom not to say Steven's name for Hermione began to cry when she heard it. "You were crying and I sang your favorite lullaby."
"All the Pretty Little Ponies?" Hermione said cheerfully. He just nodded, and before he knew it, he was on his back with Hermione around his neck. "You remembered. I told like-"she was still amazed and shocked.
"Six months ago," Harry replied, "I told you, 'Mione, I've liked you for a while now, and I remember what is important to you." He gave her his sweet smile, the one that he always gave her, even before they admitted their feelings. "I love you, 'Mione, and don't you forget it."
"Thanks Harry," Hermione said, and buried her head in his chest. Harry began to brush Hermione's hair again with his fingers. For a while they lay there, not saying a word. Their friendship and love spoke for them. He was just thankful that she wasn't crying anymore, just hurt so much to see her unhappy. A knock came from the door and they sat up, Hermione still straddling Harry. She looked scared and frightened. Another knock came.
"Who is it?" Harry asked, Hermione moved closer to him, her arms around his neck and his around her waist.
"It's me, Roland," a voice said, "you missed breakfast. So I brought some up for up."
Hermione looked at Harry for a moment, who simply nodded. She lifted an arm and used her mutant powers to open the door. Her arm quickly returned to Harry's neck though. "Hello Harry, Hermione," Roland said. He was caring a tray with two plates of food and two glasses of milk. "I'll leave this here for you, if you want it. But just remember my offer about the weapons. And Harry," Roland started to turn around, "you have a great voice."
He blushed, but Hermione was curious now. "What weapons?"
"I have a collection," he replied, "probably the best you'd find anywhere. I also have one more gift for Harry, and one for you, if you want it. It's in my room, so follow me." Roland had a smile on his face as he left.
"Let's go, Harry," she said, standing up and pulling her boyfriend up with her. Harry just had a smile on his face.
"Take it easy, though," Harry added, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"Okay," Hermione replied. Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and they walked together, not saying a word. Their friendship said it all, and the love showed it. Halfway to Roland's room, Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, a smile on her face, and yawned. Harry picked her up off the ground, and surprised her only a moment. But she quickly wrapped her hands around his neck and rested against his chest.
"Sleep well, 'Mione," Harry said, a smile on his face. And kissed her on the top of her head. He knew that despite sharing a bed with him, the dreams of what happened kept returning. Being with him eased the pain, Hermione told him once. And Harry was willing to be there when ever, where ever.
"Harry?" Roland said, and he snapped out of his trance. Hermione was sleep in his arms, and they had arrived at his room. "You coming in?"
"Yeah, do you mind 'Mione sleeping?" he asked.
"Why would I?" Roland unlocked his door and showed Harry in. He was shocked to see the changes made. The ceiling lights dimly turned on and Heather was sitting against the bed eating from a tray and watching the morning news. The blinds were wide open, and the sun was lighting up the rest of the room. "Morning, Heath." He walked over to light switch and turned it off. "Really, I don't like the waste electricity."
"You're the one who left it on," she replied. "I just opened up the blinds." A smile was on her face as Roland walked over to the corner of the room with the stairway down to his library.
"Hermione," Harry said, gently shaking his friend. She stirred in his arms. "Its time to wake up."
"Hmm?" she replied, and stretched, nearly falling out of Harry's arms. But he quickly regained his balance. Hermione blinked for a moment before looking into Harry's eyes. "hey." Her voice was light and happy.
"Hey, we're here," Harry said. A smile shown on his face as he placed her down.
"Lead the way then," Hermione yawned, and took his hand. Her head was promptly rested on his shoulder as Harry led the way down the stairs. Heather just sat there, smiling at them.
Hermione went down first, followed by Harry. He looked around for his friend, abut couldn't find him. "Roland?"
"Back here, by my family tree," a voice came from the other side of the room. Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him as she walked. But Harry couldn't help but stare at the wonder of the library. A painting covered the ceiling, covered with angels and demons fighting. A single being stood in the center and looked like it was flying. It bore two separate and opposite wings, bat-like ones which the demon's used and the feathered ones of the angels. Transparent beings were floating behind each army.
"It's beautiful, isn't it Harry?" Hermione asked. They had stopped and were both looking up at the ceiling. "Roland called it Heaven and Earth. I asked him what it meant, but he never answered, just changed the subject." Harry turned his attention to his girlfriend. "I looked it up in a book, thinking that it could tell me. But all it did was just say who painted it and when, not why."
"Some people just do strange things, 'Mione," Harry replied.
"No, I believe that this painting was made for a reason, Harry. Call it a feeling." He sighed; he knew better then to argue with Hermione when she had a feeling.
"Harry, Hermione," Roland shouted. "Hurry up and stop staring at that damned painting. It has no meaning." They quickly ran to the back where Roland was, standing in front of his family tree. "Ready." He didn't look back, but seemed to know that both of them were. Harry and Hermione just nodded as Roland began to float in the air. His black aura formed around his and the wall in front of them split in half, moving into the side of the walls. It revealed a hidden corridor. The walls looked like metal fences, covered with many long forgotten weapons of the Dark Ages: swords, hammers, axes, mages, flails, and the list went on. Long range weapons were located further down the corridor. "Welcome to my collection."
"Really Roland," Heather said, Harry and Hermione turned around to see the blond fully dressed in jeans and a tank top. "You shouldn't shown off like that, you could've used the candle stick."
He just shrugged. "Please," Roland changed the subject, "pick out any weapon. I already looked at the list Dumbledore sent me, they're all okay." Harry walked past Roland, who finally landed and removed his black aura. A smile was on his face as his two friends looked through the weapons. Harry constantly was looking at the hammers, something about them made them stand out from the rest. Hermione on the other hand was looking at the large selection of bows and crossbows. Harry was staring at a hammer when he noticed Heather walking back to one of the cross bows.
"Roland!" she shouted, and Harry looked at her. Thank god Hermione was behind her, for what she did next scared him more then ever before. Heather pulled the trigger on the crossbow and fired a bolt right past him. His attention quickly turned to Roland, who caught the bolt just before it hit him.
"I told you, you couldn't, Heath," Roland replied, as he dropped the bolt. "My turn." A small dagger appeared in his hand and he threw it down the corridor. It whizzed past Harry's ear and he watched as Heather took the dagger start on. It exploded when it her stomach, and when all of the pieces hit the ground, Hermione came running to Harry's arms. She was crying, and he pulled her closer.
"What was that about?" he yelled, not thinking. Hermione whimpered and Harry stopped before he said another word.
"Harry," Roland walked over to them and crutched down, so he was looking up at them. "I've always lived by the fact that if something was dangerous to someone else, I would not do it. Remember when I scared Hermione into flying." Harry nodded, though was still angry, and it showed in his eyes. "She did fly if only for a few moments. I said that I would've done it if she was in any danger. That same statement applies to now, I wouldn't' have done that, and neither would have heather, if you two were in any danger. I've trained Heather to be an expert marksman, and a skilled axe- wielder. She would've missed and if she did, I have my shadow abilities to redirect the bolt so that it would hit me. And when I throw anything, I don't miss."
"You say that as if you have never missed," Harry replied.
"I haven't," Roland said, and a smile was on his face. He quickly changed the subject. "I saw that you were looking at the hammers; if you take one, in combination with your mutant strength, I suggest the Dwarven hammer Furete Marello. Forged by the great dwarven king himself, this hammer is unbreakable and can smash boulders when in the correct hands." He stood up and walked over to the hammers. He pointed to a specific hammer. Harry saw it before, it was decorated with gold and silver, the handle made of red wood oak. The detail made on the head of the hammer was amazing.
"With several spells forged right into the metal, this thing is perfect. Now," Roland walked down the corridor, "I saw Hermione's eyes drift over to the bows. This one," he picked up a simple short bow, "was made by an elf. When fired, it rarely misses it mark, if used by a non-elf. Even an amateur can fire this bow. When in elven hands, this thing is the perfect bow. A quiver came with it that was enchanted to never run out of arrows."
"Hermione," Harry asked, "do you want a the bow and arrows." A head of hair nodded in his chest. "I'll take the hammer, and Hermione will have the bow and arrows."
"Good," Roland picked up the quiver and bow; he walked over to the hammer, picking it up. "I'll send these to your room, why don't you and Hermione take a look in the room all the way in the back, your final gift is in there." He walked out of the corridor and headed over to the stairs.
"Sorry," Heather said as she walked past Hermione and Harry. She grabbed a large axe off the wall and ran after Roland; "hey Roland."
"Come on, 'Mione," Harry looked down at her; he could hear the sobs in his arms. "I'm here; I won't let anything happen to you." Hermione looked up at him, and a small smile was on her face. "I promise." He gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione replied. She didn't release him after a while, just stared up at her boyfriend.
"Okay," Harry said, "if you don't want to let go then," he picked her up off the ground and started to walk. "I'll have to carry you then."
"I just don't want to-"
"I know, 'Mione, be alone." Harry looked down at her, "but you're never alone when I'm here." He shifted Hermione so that she was sitting on one arm as he opened the door.
"I see you've gotten stronger," Hermione noted.
"Only went you're around, I usually can lift-" he stopped short, realizing that there was no way for him to finish the sentence. "Hermione, I'm sorry."
Hermione placed her index finger over his mouth. "I understand." For a moment, they didn't move, just stared into each other's eyes, which had become one of their favorite pastimes.
"You two going in or what?" Roland asked, Hermione's head jerked around and she nearly fell out of his arms. But Harry caught her quickly. "Good catch." Roland turned all black and walked right through them and through the partially open door.
Hermione shivered for a moment. "Cold?" Harry asked. She shook her head.
"No, it was just-" she paused for a moment, "I don't know what it was."
"A happy memory, Hermione," Roland said from inside the room. Soft piano music could be heard from inside. Hermione jumped down from Harry's arms and walked inside. He quickly followed her and was amazed at the sight that he saw. A room with dark red carpeting and simple wallpaper was what was at the end of the corridor. But its content were more important then the room itself. Musical instruments were one the wall, or on the tables. A large grand piano was at the center of the room, where Roland was sitting. Hermione walked over behind and him and watched him as he played. Harry just stood in the doorway as Roland's fingers gracefully moved over the keys. A sad, soft melody came out of the piano. Slowly, he stopped playing and just stared at the keys.
"That was beautiful, Roland," Hermione said, tears forming in her eyes. Harry walked over to and placed an arm around her shoulders. "I haven't heard anything like that before."
"Thanks," he replied, but didn't blush. Harry learned a long time ago that Roland had more control over his feelings then other people; he had to because of his anger. But that always got out of control. "I learned how when I received my new arm and eye. I had to learn everything again, how to move a finger, a wrist, the elbow, everything. Soon I had learned how to play, and eventually, I was good at it. Everyone in the hospital loved it when I played, often nurses would stop what they were doing and visit me on their breaks, anything to just hear me play. I played more uplifting tunes because I had something to be happy about." He started to play again, another sad song. "I haven't found much to be happy about lately, though."
"But enough about me," Roland stood up, "Harry, Hermione, pick out an instrument, and I'll teach you how to play." Hermione walked over to the guitar and picked it up. "You want to learn how to play that?"
"No," Hermione said, she handed it to Harry. "I want Harry to play."
"Me, but why?" Harry asked, taking it.
"Because you have a beautiful voice and it would be great to hear you play an instrument with it," she replied.
"Do you want to play anything, Hermione?" Harry turned to her, but she shook her head.
"Just listening to you is fine," was Hermione's reply.
"It's settled then," Roland said, he stood up and walked over to Harry. "Have a seat." He waved his hand and two chairs disappeared. "One of the pleasures of my powers is the unique ability to transfer data via my shadow extensions. So I can easily give you the info and my knowledge on how to play the guitar in a matter of moments, along with some basic songs. The only thing is that it'll take some time for you to fully understand the knowledge and data. Wisdom takes more time to learn then knowledge." Harry had taken a seat in front of Roland as he was talking, Hermione stood right behind him, her hands on his shoulders.
"Ready?" Harry just nodded, "Hermione, try to hold him up as this will hurt a bit. I'm going to try not to give you any of the horrible memories that I have, but I'm sorry if they leak out." Roland pulled his glasses up and looked at Harry with his empty eyes. He held up both hands next to Harry's temples. For a moment, Harry thought he saw a red bolt of lightning flash with in Roland's eyes, but he let the thought go as a stream of knowledge flowed from Roland to Harry's mind, a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but stare at Roland's eyes, and noticed a change in them, a small red circle appeared with in them, and just stared at him. Another bolt of red lightning flashed and Roland released Harry. For a moment, he forgot where he was and just sat there, doing nothing but stare forward. When Hermione kissed him, Harry dropped out of his trance.
"Harry?" he heard her voice and opened his eyes. "I'd thought that'd snap you out of it."
"What happen?' he asked.
"You were in some sort of trance," Hermione replied. "I got so worried." Harry still couldn't see straight, everything was fuzzy. But he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck and heard someone crying.
"I'm fine, 'Mione," Harry said, his vision slowly returned, Hermione's face getting more and more detailed. He thought back for a moment, and remembered what had happened. "Please stop crying."
"I'm sorry," Hermione answered. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer. "I was just so worried about you, you didn't answer me when I called, and I felt all alone, and I-"
"It's alright, 'Mione," Harry replied, "I'm here now and nothing will happen." Hermione cried a bit more. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I left you for a moment, and broke my promise."
"Stop it, both of you," Roland snapped, Harry had forgotten about him for a moment. The man in black was barely standing; his sunglasses had fallen off his head and were all the way across the room. For some odd reason, Harry thought that Roland's eyes were beginning to get pointed. "No one is at fault." He walked over to the guitar and picked it up. "Harry, Hermione, I need you two to leave right now. Harry, take this and start practicing, in two weeks you'll be able to play perfectly."
"Okay," Harry took the guitar, but didn't move. Hermione slowly let go of him.
"Leave now," Roland was holding his head and looking down at the ground. "GO!" his voice boomed of the underworld, and a sharp wind came with it. Harry quickly stood up and pulled Hermione out of the room, closing the door right behind him.
They quickly ran out of the corridor and out of the library. They ran up the stairs and out of the room, and back to their room. Once they were both inside, Harry locked the door; Hermione took a seat on the bed. He still had the guitar in his hand as he walked over to Hermione. "What was that about?" she asked. Harry took a seat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"I don't know," Harry took a seat next to her. "I've never seen him act like that."
"I'm afraid that I have," Hermione jumped when she heard this strange voice; it had a thin German accent. Harry turned around and saw that it was Kurt Wagner, a blue-furred mutant with a tail and three fingers. "But most of the time, he hides it well." Kurt was out on the balcony, on the railing. He was in a crouched position, a more comfortable position for his back he once told Harry. He disappeared, leaving a cloud of black smoke and reappeared in front of Harry and Hermione. "He thinks that we would fear if we knew what he truly is."
"And what is he?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, dar are small hints that he doesn't mean to drop," Kurt said, "but I can't tell you."
"Why not?" she replied. "We have a right to know."
"No, no one has a right to know his secret." Kurt frowned, "he has to hide it for his and our safety."
"Is it that bad?"
"My dear, it is God's worst nightmare that plagues our good friend." Harry was surprised at Kurt, rarely had he seen a frown on his friend's face, especially when talking about a friend. "And he bears his horrible path by himself."
"Why does he that to himself then?" Hermione asked. "He could ask for help or something."
"Dar are but two reasons for that, Herm-ninny," Kurt replied, Harry smiled, he reminded him of Viktor Krum, and the way he always miss pronounced her name. "One I believe you know the answer to and the other is more complicated. Roland is one of the few to see the world for the true way that it is. And he bears that hardship because he is the only one powerful enough to do it. And with the man you call Volt-e-mort," Hermione flinched for she knew what Kurt was talking about, "started seeking out the truth, he bears the responsibility of stopping him."
"What does he do?" Harry asked. Hermione had moved closer to him and had an afraid look painted across her face.
"Something that no one, save a certain few, knew about; but its effects are felt around the world."
"Which is what?" Hermione replied. It was beginning to kill her not knowing.
"He is not allow to say, nor is anyone else," Professor X said, he and Logan were standing in the doorway. "Kurt, you should know better then to even give them the littlest of information."
"Sorry, professor, but they have a right to know," Kurt answered.
"Maybe, but not now," Logan said, and took another puff of his cigar. "He needs to tell them when he is ready."
"Fine den," Kurt replied, he disappeared in a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur.
"Harry, Hermione," Xavier said, "I suggest you drop this matter soon, it'd be better if Roland didn't find out you were looking for the answers to his past." He turned himself around and rolled out of the room. Logan just stared at Harry and Hermione for a moment, concentrating on something.
"Leave him alone, Harry," Logan looked down at the ground. "He's in enough trouble without having to worry about you two." He walked away, smoking the cigar, and left a confused pair of kids.