Chapter 14:
Return to Diagon Alley
By: Chronos the Fallen Angel
Author's Note: Damn it all, I couldn't think of another quote that applies to this story. (I have many of them, but none of them apply to this story.) And to top it off, that last chapter was my shortest one yet. I'm losing my touch, damn you matching band camp, damn you to hell.
No actually, that was as far as I wanted to take it, it showed who the new DADA teacher was and gave more info on Roland. Not much but I can't give it all away.
Again, I'm sorry for not getting the last chapters out sooner, the system was missed up or something. Quotation marks weren't working, so I figured there was no reason in having them posted.
Thank you for review those who have, and those who haven't shame on you. I'm open to constructive criticism but no flames. Any one is open to review, so please do again not flames.
Anything written by JK Rowlings is hers, DC theirs, Marvel, theirs.
* * * * * *
Harry woke up early again, he couldn't sleep. They had been at Grimmauld Place, Number Twelve for four days now and he still couldn't sleep. Every night, he had a nightmare. Not about him or Hermione but the slaying of this terrifying creatures. Often they had bat-like wings, but they rarely looked the same as another one. Hermione had them, too, often in the middle of the night; she'd wake in a cold sweat and in less then a second later, Harry was up with her, calming her down. She wouldn't let go of him, the creatures, demons Hermione called them, in her nightmares seemed more brutal and vicious. Often there was innocent person dying in her dreams, usually a woman after being raped by the creatures. But their dreams had a single connection; there was always this one man in a red and black trench coat, with crow-like wings. He'd always slaughter the creatures using either his two katanas or his broad sword that hung on his back when he wasn't using it.
Harry looked down at Hermione, and smiled she was still sleeping peaceful. /thank god, she didn't see that one,/ Harry thought. He rubbed his eyes, trying to forget the dream. It was horrible, a lot of blood had been split, the victims, the creatures, and the man's. The creatures were able to breathe fire this time, and the man took a hit on his right. arm. /Roland hurt his right arm yesterday. But it couldn't be him, could it?/
He got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, Harry looked out the window, the sun was just starting to rise in the distance. The lights that lit the streets were still on. He decided to go out on the front porch, and play his guitar. His stomach growled and he felt incredibly hungry. Walking carefully, Harry made his way out the door and shut it. He walked with his hands in his pocket and headed into the kitchen. Dobby and Winky were off somewhere, and thank god, they weren't in the kitchen. But Roland was sitting there, he didn't have a shirt on, nor his sunglasses or hat. "Roland?" Harry asked.
In what seemed like seconds, Harry had a black sword pointed at him. It was quickly relaxed, and disappeared when he saw who it was. Roland stared at Harry with his hollow eyes before looking away, and dropping his right arm. "I've been jumpy lately, haven't bee able to shake it," he said, and closed his eyes again. Harry looked at the man for a moment, the burns on his arm were completely healed, no scars or anything. He hadn't expected an apology, it wasn't like him. "I'm sorry," where the words that surprised him.
"Don't worry about," Harry replied, still shocked. "Why are you up so early? I think you'd sleep in after the amount of time you spent on your job."
"Floor's too hard, and the bed's too soft," Roland didn't move. "My back was killing me, to the point where I couldn't block out the pain." He paused for a moment, thinking. Harry just went about his business and walked over to the fridge. He noticed a large tattoo on Roland's back; it covered almost all of it. "It a tribal symbol, Harry." He jumped when he heard him speak. "It's suppose to bring protect from the devil or something, but doesn't really work too well."
He returned to raiding the fridge, looking for anything with a load of Harry's thought were all over the place, but kept coming back to the dream he had. Finally he decided to ask him. "Does you're job have anything to do with fighting creatures?"
Roland simply laughed. "It's about time you made the connection," he said, and laughed again. "Have you or Hermione been experiencing any horrible dreams?" Roland wasn't even looking at him.
"How did you-"
"After my job, I some times lose a grip on my powers and my memories drift. You witnessed my job, yes." He paused for a moment, "and I believe that you already have an idea at what that job is, since you and Hermione heard my conversation with Mad-Eye." Harry was again, stunned. "I'm what is called a Hunter, I basically fight and protect this world from the other worldly; i.e. demons, monsters, and the such." Harry was about to say something. "And yes, I did feel your presence yesterday, and yes I am feeling it now. Stop acting so astonished, Harry, my powers are usually at their strongest after one of my episodes. Oh, hello Hermione." Not once, did Harry notice Roland opened his eyes or even move. He just sat there, rubbing his temples.
"Hello. Roland," she said slowly, rather surprised at the fact he was there, or that he said her name without seeing her. Hermione quickly moved over to Harry's side. "hey." She was wide awake and perky, and Harry loved it. He gave her a short peck on the cheek.
"You can tell her, Harry," Roland said, still rubbing his temples.
"Tell me what?"
"Ah, you know the dreams we've been having?" Harry asked, and Hermione nodded. "Well, Roland says that we've been seeing his job." She gasped for a moment.
"His job is that violent?"
Roland spoke up, "No, that was a good day; usually I have to cut off an arm or leg of those monsters before they go down. I got lucky." Hermione glared at him, and he dropped the smile on his face. "sorry." She was caught off guard with his apology. "Heather says I should be nicer, so I'm working on it."
"Really Roland," Heather came down stairs, wearing Roland's robe, "you should learn to control the telepathy. It's starting to get annoying every time you come back you kept-"
"on answering questions in your mind and finishing sentences, I know," Roland replied and sat up, "But with this many people in one house, I'm getting a massive headache and it's harder to control it."
"Telepathy?" Hermione said.
"Roland's powers increase after his job," Harry said, "so telepathy is a-"
"Obvious increase of empathy, right?" she finished and smiled at Harry.
"Right." A quick kiss on her cheek brought another smile and a bright red color to each of their faces.
"See that is annoying," Roland said, and was smacked by Heather.
"Shut up," she glared down at him, "I think it's cute." Heather started to walk away, but paused for a moment, "When are we going to Diagon Alley, we need to get our supplies after all."
"I was thinking today. Heard it had a killer joke shop there, I need some new fireworks-" he received another hit from Heather. "What was that for?"
"You should know better then that, honestly Roland. Can't you grow up?"
"Depends on the day," Roland replied, and tipped off his chair to avoid being hit again. Heather quickly tried to help him, but a black aura formed around him and he was floating just above the ground.
"Show off," Heather said and kicked him, so that he landed hard on the ground. Hermione and Harry couldn't help but to laugh. She walked off with a smile on her face, and Roland stood up with much effort.
"I'm fine, really," he said, brushing himself off. Dust had covered his body and Harry had moved around the table to help him up. "Thank you, though." With a motion of his hand, his hat and sunglasses appeared. Roland promptly placed them on. He began to move like he was putting on a coat and his slowly appeared on his arms. "Now, since it is now about seven a.m., how bout I find some early breakfast place and get breakfast for everyone in this house. How does that sound, Tonks?" he didn't turn around but knew that the witch had a very surprised look on her face. "What about you Moony, you up for some donuts?"
"How did he-" Moony started to ask.
"Don't worry about it," Harry said, Hermione wrapped an arm around him, and Harry followed suit. Roland walked past Moony and Tonks, a black shirt forming on his chest, and shoes forming on his feet. He seemed to grow just a bit as the souls took their place on his shoes. Harry looked down at Hermione, "and why are you up so early? You were sleeping peacefully when I left you."
"It got cold without you, Harry," Hermione replied and smiled at him. He kissed her forehead. "Let's go upstairs while we wait for Roland." Harry just nodded, staring into her azure eyes, /they are beautiful,/ he thought. They walked back up to their room, not letting go of each other. Moony and Tonks remained to think about what they had just seen.
"Do you think it is alright that they are sharing a room?" Tonks asked.
"Yes, Roland explained it to me," Moony replied, "when Mad-Eye left and you went to bed. What that Steven kid was terrible." He paused for a moment, "Roland said that he felt that it still hurt her to walk sometimes."
"Poor girl." She walked over to the coffee pot and waved her wand, coffee began to pour out of it, steaming hot. "I wouldn't wish that on any one."
"Neither would I," Moony grabbed two coffee cups and placed them on the table. "Neither would I."
* * * * * *
After Roland returned with brunch, (by the time he did return it was no longer breakfast) everyone prepared for their trip to Diagon Alley. Roland had placed on proper cloths, he told them the show he put on that morning was all an illusion. "I told you before, illusionary spells are my specialty. I've found them very useful when protecting myself from others," he said.
Everyone was down stairs, waiting for Roland. Even though he was the first one down original, he rushed back upstairs for something. After five minutes of waiting, he came down, covered in soot. "Damn dragons," he was mumbling, "Always trying to enter-"
"What happened?" Heather gasped and rushed over to him, had helped him brush all the soot off.
"Nothing, I'm fine really, Heath," Roland said, "thanks." He turned to everyone else. "Are we going by Floo Powder?"
"Yes," Moony said, "it's the quickest way next to apparition. And sense four of you-"
"Three, I can apparate," Roland corrected.
"Okay, three of you can't, Floo powder it is." He handed the small pot to them and walked into the living room. Thanks to some renovations by Heather, Hermione and Tonks, the living room now had an acceptable library.
Moony just shook his head. "I still can't believe you talked me into changing the living room."
"It'll be good for you to read, Moony," Tonks said and took a handful of the Floo Powder and stepped into the fire place. She threw it into the fire, and said loudly. "Diagon Alley."
"Moony," Harry looked up at his old friend. The circles under his eyes were deeper then ever, but the same smile that always was on his face was still there. "Do you think it is safe that Hermione and I travel together?" She was wrapped in his arms, and looked up at him with a large smile. He knew that that would make her feel safer, him helping her through that.
"I don't see why not," Moony replied, and looked over at Roland.
"Let me go first, and make sure the coast is clear," Roland said, /he took his job as protector way too seriously,/ Harry thought. Roland apparated out of the living room, in a matter of moments after he finished, but inside of a large crack as usually, there was a small sound as the air fill the vacuum where he was.
When Roland didn't come back, Moony nodded to Harry and Hermione to enter the fire place. It grew large enough to fit both of them, and Hermione turned around, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist. She had a large smile on her face. Harry took a handful of the Floo powder and placed one arm around Hermione. In a loud and clear voice, he said, "Diagon Alley."
With in a few seconds they arrived in a fire place in Diagon alley. "Please sir, put that man down."
"This demon deserves to die," Roland's voice said.
"Roland, put him down," Tonks was saying. Harry and Hermione looked at each other before racing out of the fire place looking. Another pop from the fire place and Heather appeared. "Please put him down."
"EXPELLIARMUS!" A man's voice yelled. Harry and Hermione paused for a moment, before running after the sound of the man's voice. They found a man on the ground dazed and confused. Tonks had her hands covering her mouth and her hair was rapidly changing. Heather was standing in front of them, staring forward.
"This demon has no right to exist," Roland growled, he was gritting his teeth. In his left hand, Roland held a man up against a wall, a sword pointed at his neck in his right.
"What gives you the right to kill him?!" Tonks screamed at him. Harry walked forward, motioning fro Hermione to stay. All that time, Harry couldn't see the man's face that he held.
"I have all the right I need." Finally Harry saw the man, or beast was better. It had long fangs, and horns coming out of its head, curling forward, like a ram's horn. He had blue skin and yellow eyes. Much like Kurt, but there was a presence about him that Harry knew better.
"Roland," Heather finally said, he looked over at her, both hands not moving. The beast was staring at Roland with frighten eyes. "Not here. Don't spoil the ground with its blood."
"Fine," Roland apparated away, along with the beast. Heather just shook her head. It wasn't the outcome that she wanted. Within moments, he returned, without the creature. "I didn't kill it, if that what you're thinking, Heath." Roland had snapped at her and grimaced, but his foul mood was drop immediately when she hugged him.
"Thank you," Harry heard her whisper.
"Was that one." Hermione voice trailed off, she was right behind Harry, hiding behind his shoulder. Roland's actions must have scared her.
"It was one of them yes, I'll explain later," Roland looked at her kindly, his expression changed when he stared at the shop keeper. "Now, for your own safety," Roland's wand was in his hand immediately. He pointed it at him. "You can't remember any of this. Obliviate!" A white flash and the man had a blank stare. "Nothing happened, we got a bad mix of Floo powder, and accidental destroyed part of your story. You kindly agreed to pay for it all." He turned and started to walk off, Heather stayed right by his side. Harry looked down at Hermione and smiled at her before following. They knew enough about Roland to trust his judgment. Moony appeared just as they left, along with someone else.
"Did you know who that was?" Hermione asked. They had caught up with Roland and Heather.
"Sad to say, yes," Roland replied, "he works for the foulest of creatures on this planet, and I've happened to cross paths with him before." His wand and sword had disappeared, "I got lucky this time."
"So what was it?" Harry said.
"There are many names for them: demon, sprites, devils, ghouls, etc. I just prefer scum." Hermione and Heather laughed. "Anyways, they can be powerful, if I get caught off guard. Usually I'm searching for them, but occasionally, I get lucky. But they never get away from me alive. At least not 'til today." He glared over at Heather who blushed.
"So what are you?" Hermione asked.
"I'm what is called a Hunter, my job it to hunt and kill these creatures," Roland replied.
"Why do you kill them?"
"Cause they'd kill me if I didn't," he said sarcastically. Hermione glared at him, causing Roland to shrink a bit. "My empath abilities work differently on them, I see their lives. Then it is judged by this." Roland pulled out a medallion he wore around his chest. "Each Hunter is given one, and it reads whether or not the creature is worthy of living."
"That's so horrible," Hermione said, "who has the right to judge them?"
Roland didn't even bothering answering. "Demons are evil incarnate, thank whose ever in charge that Voldemort hasn't found them yet, it would be the death of us all."
Moony and Tonks came running up to him. "What in God's name did you think you were doing?" Moony yelled. Everyone on the street was staring at him.
"My job," Roland replied, stared start at Lupin, looking into his tired eyes. "I have a responsibility to do it, Lupin. May I remind you that I am one of the few who do it? Without us Hunters, the world would be in ruins."
"What the hell is a Hunter?" Moony yelled.
"It doesn't concern you, Moony," Mad-Eye came walking up. "Roland was just doing as he was told."
"Who told him to threaten an innocent-"
"There nothing innocent about a demon, Remus." Mad-Eye's false eye spun in his head, moving to the back. "And I have no clue who gave Roland that job, it just was given to him."
"You've know about this?" Tonks asked, "How long?"
"Mad-Eye is one of the few wizards who know about demons and other creature like that and is able to protect himself from them," Roland added.
Harry and Hermione were just looking back and forth between everyone. Both of them, Hermione especially, felt left out of the conversation. She too had many questions for Roland. "Is there a book about this?" Hermione finally asked, rather loudly too, everyone staring at her. She shrunk back into Harry's arms. "Sorry."
"I hope not, if so, they'd better give ways of protecting yourself from demons. He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. She smiled as she accepted his answer. "Enough about this, I'll tell you more later, if you want, alright." He placed his hat back on and pulled out a list from his coat. "We need to get our supplies."
"Then let's head over to Gringotts," Harry said, and led Hermione off in the direction of it. The wind was blowing, a nice summer breeze. Harry was thinking about people staring, but he was surprised, no one was saying anything. They'd been missing for the past two months, and no one was saying anything about them. /thank god,/ Harry thought. /I'm not famous anymore./ Hermione even like the fact that no one was recognizing them. 'Don't like your pride get to your head, Harry,' she told him.
After a few arguments with the Goblins, they were finally able to get their money for the day. Roland had a large bag of it from some odd reason, but considering what was in his vault, it was a single knut. Harry's vault wasn't even half the size, and Roland had it filled top to bottom. "How'd you get that much money?" Tonks asked as they were leaving. "I don't think even the ministry has the much."
"I have my ways," Roland replied as they stepped out. "I think it'd be best if we split up."
"But you're supposed to protect them," Mad-Eye hissed.
"And I can do that as long as they remain in Diagon Alley. Just don't make yourselves noticed, alright?" Harry nodded and led Hermione off; they were going to get her new wand.
"Something wrong, 'Mione?" Harry asked, an arm around her.
"I don't know, Harry," she said, "Roland's job and everything, it's all so much." She looked up at him. "Do you really think that there is another society out there?"
"Probably, 'Mione," Harry looked ahead. "But I think that this is something that we shouldn't research."
"And why is that, Harry Potter?"
"Because," Harry laughed as she mock pouted. "The way Roland made out this society is that anyone who can not protect themselves from the danger." Harry trailed off; he didn't want to scare Hermione. "I just don't want to see you hurt again. I love you too much to see that, 'Mione."
"Well," Hermione replied, perky and happy. "That's why I have you, you can protect me Harry." She looked down. "That is if you want to." Hermione started to walk away.
"'Mione," Harry stopped her and looked down at her. "You are my world, you're the most beautiful girl I know, you're smart, funny sometimes," he was stumbling on his words, trying to express his feelings, "perfect sums you up, perfectly. I will always protect you; alright?" he lifted up her chin and noticed that some tears had escaped her eyes. A smile was on her face though, and Harry smiled at her.
"Thank you Harry, I just need that from time to time," Hermione hugged him, holding Harry tightly.
"'Mione, I would never lie to you, I love you," Harry kissed and pulled away just enough to kiss her. Hermione stood on her tip-toes to kiss him. "Thata girl." He smiled down at her, and a smile came upon the beautiful face which he loved. "Let's get your wand first, then well get our books, alright?"
"Okay," Hermione was back to her normal self, the word 'book' usually does that. They walked slowly over to Olivander's, talking about the school year. Harry hoped that he would be able to play Quidditch again, and Hermione was looking forward to the library. "It doesn't have as many Muggle books as Roland's does, but Hogwarts has a better selection of potions and charms."
"From what you told me, Roland's library held mostly books about Defense against the Dark arts, and illusion charms." Harry opened the door to Olivander's for her. "Now we know why, huh?"
"Thanks, and yes, it makes sense." Hermione said, she looked around the store, looking for Mr. Olivander. "After all, Roland's job is very dangerous, the collection of spells and charms that he has is rather large."
"Oh, hello there, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger," Mr. Olivander came out from the back room. "Professor Dumbledore told me that you were coming. Need a new wand, Ms. Granger, huh?"
"Yeah, we were moving some things and it-" Harry watched her blush as she worked on a feeble attempt at an excuse.
"Say no more, I understand, accidents happen," Mr. Olivander went to the back room and began to pull out box that each held a wand in them.
Harry looked down at Hermione; she was staring at her feet, looking uncomfortable. "Don't worry about the money," Harry said, he always seemed to know what she was thinking, "we already agreed that I'd pay for it all."
"I know, but I-" Hermione was starting to say, but stopped when Mr. Olivander came back.
"Here we are," he said, "I have a few wands that are like the one you had before." He placed a few boxes on the table, and motioned for Hermione to come forward. "Don't worry, I don't bite." The old man offered a kind smile and Hermione giggled. She thought of Grandpa from Portabello Road. He pulled a wand out from one of the boxes, "Mahogany-Dragon heartstring, 13 inches; this one is good for transfigurations and summoning charms, an offenses wand if you will." Hermione took it, and smile when it didn't glow. She never was much of an attacker.
"Ah, a Red Wood-unicorn hair, ten inches, a good wand for healing spells and shield charms, a great defense wand," Mr. Olivander said. Hermione took the wand and smiled when it began to glow. "Wonderful, just wonderful. It suits your personality as well, Ms. Granger."
"Here you go, Mr. Olivander," Harry paid him, and left a little extra. He always liked him, a kind man with a good heart. "And thank you."
"You're welcome, Harry," he replied, "And take care." Both Harry and Hermione gave a smile to him as they left.
Once outside of the store, Harry took a deep breathe, he loved the outdoors for some strange reason. He always loved the way Hogwarts looked as the sun was rising. And Harry wanted to share it with Hermione. But before he could say another word to her, a familiar voice spoke up. "'Ermione, 'arry!" They turned and saw Hagrid running up to them. Before Harry could say hello, he was stuck in a deep hug in Hagrid's massive arms. "I've was so worried about you, I was. Professor Dumbledore said not to worry, but I did anyways. Oh, it's good to see you two alive."
Hagrid released Harry and took Hermione in the same big hug. "It's good to see you too, Hagrid," Hermione said, returning the hug. Harry just stood by, a smile on his face. He always liked Hagrid. He was a giant of a man; he would tower over Roland when they meet. He was always nice, especially to Hermione. But what he said confused Harry.
"Hey, Hagrid," Harry said, the half-giant released Hermione and looked at Harry. "What did you mean 'to see us alive.'?"
"It was in the Daily Prophet, 'arry." Hagrid started, he was just so excited to see two of his friends again. "They said tha' ya bodies were taken by You-Know-Who, and tha' they killed your parents, 'ermione. I'm sorry to 'ear about tha'."
"Thanks Hagrid, that means a lot coming from you," Hermione said. "You've always been a good friend."
"Awe, thanks 'ermione," Hagrid hugged her again. Harry wanted to hug her too; he knew that it was tough for her to talk about her parents. But he didn't know how Hagrid would act if he saw Harry and Hermione together like that.
"Did they say who saved us?" Harry asked.
"Saved ya?" Hagrid replied, stunned from the question. "No one saved ya; a dementor took you in a black portal to You-Know-Who." Harry had to hold back a laugh; he understood how Roland's costume could be mistake for a dementor.
"Harry," Roland came running up. "What's this about a school uniform?" he handed Harry the list he had in his hand. "Dumbledore said nothing about a uniform in his letter."
"Hey," Harry said, "of course is there is school uniform. Didn't they have at your old school, Roland?"
Hagrid looked down at Roland, which wasn't much, and gasped. "Ya're him."
"Who?" Roland asked, a smile forming on his face.
"Ya're Roland Childe, aren't ya?" Hagrid asked.
"Sad to say yes, I am." Roland smirked, raising an eyebrow. "What can I do for you?" Roland held out his hand and Hagrid shook it violently.
"Ya're said to be one of the great Quidditch players in the entire wizarding world. Not to mention the fact tha' ya're an elemental wizard."
"And where, pray tell, did you learn this?" Roland asked the question as if he knew the answer.
"The Daily Prophet," Hagrid replied. Roland grew angry, the rage turning his face a bright red.
"There you are, Roland," Heather said, and placed a hand on his shoulder, he was immediately calm. "Come on, we have to get fitted for our uniforms." She took his hand and led him off down the street and into the crowd.
"Heather, I told you, I don't wear uniforms." Roland started to complain, "I- this shirt was specially made for me."
"They'd make a great couple," Hermione said. She was close to laughing. And so was Harry.
"They aren't already?" Hagrid asked, she shook her head. "They act more like a married couple."
"We know," Harry replied, "I think both of them like each other, but are too shy to do anything about it."
Hagrid looked down at both of them, a smirk on his face. "'Arry," he asked, "are ya two going out something?"
"Yes, we are Hagrid," Hermione said, she took Harry's hand and smiled up at him. He gladly returned the smile.
"Well, I'm happy for the both of ya," Hagrid said, wiping a tear away. "Ya're both like James and Lily were, they finally got it past their stubborn minds and started dating then too."
"Thanks, Hagrid," Hermione replied, "it's nice to have your blessing." She released Harry's hand and hugged the burly giant. "You've always been a good friend to us."
When Hermione released him, Hagrid was stumbling over his words. "I don't know what to say." He was close to tears.
"Well it's true, Hagrid," Harry added. "'Mione's right, you've always been there for us, and a good friend. I'm proud to call you a friend." He hugged him and the half-giant broke out into tears. Harry released him and took a step back. Hermione moved right by his side, and he wrapped an around her.
"I'm sorry, I'm really am, it's just that," Hagrid pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. Hermione had to cover her mouth, or she was going to laugh. A loud noise was made by Hagrid, it sounded like an elephant, or some other loud creature.
"You okay, Hagrid?" Hermione asked.
He blew his nose again, and put the handkerchief away. "I'm fine thanks," Hagrid replied. "Really, that means a lot to me since ya consider me ya friend." He walked over and gave them a great bear hug. "Right then," he said after letting them go. "I've got some work for Dumbledore, top secret."
"Then you'd better stop telling us about it, Hagrid," Harry said with a laugh remembering his first year at Hogwarts. "Take care, Hagrid."
"Ya too, 'Arry, 'Ermione," he yelled as he walked off, and headed into the crowd.
"I like Hagrid," Hermione said, as they started to walk again.
"Me too," Harry replied. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and blushed slightly when he pulled away. The shade of Hermione's face was a deeper red. "I love you."
"And I you," Hermione pulled toward the book store, "We need to get our books. And some other things."
"okay." Harry wanted to kiss her some more.
"We can kiss later."
"Yes," Harry said under his breathe, but loud enough for Hermione to hear it. She just laughed. Harry hurried and caught up with his girlfriend, holding her hand.
They finally reach Flourish and Blotts, it wasn't crowded for once. But it was around lunch time and people were probably off eating lunch. Hermione was so excited; Harry had to stop her from running off. "Listen," he said, "let's get our books for school first, then you can browse and shop. And I'm still paying."
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione gave him a kiss on the cheek then pulled him away, so they could get the books that they needed.
After a few minutes, they had all the books on their list. Harry was rather surprised with the potions one; Deadly Concoctions and Poisonous Remedies. The idea of brewing the deadly potions was frightening to him. It was very possible that those potions could be used again them. But Hermione told him not to worry as much and Harry dropped the subject. With all their school books in their hands, Hermione showed Harry around the store, talking about everything single book that she read. And Harry loved every minute of it. He loved to hear her voice and how happy it was. He loved to see the sparkle in her eyes as she talked about books and knowledge. "Harry? Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Huh?"
"Are you even listening too me?" she demanded.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking how beautiful and wonderful you are," Harry replied. He smiled at her.
Hermione blushed immediately, and looked down, trying to hide her red face. A small, shy smile was on it. "Thank you, Harry," she said, and Harry lifted up her head, so he could look into her eyes.
"You're welcome, 'Mione." Harry moved in and kissed her softly. Both their eyes were closed, and Hermione dropped her books as she reached up and hooked Harry's neck.
"I'm sorry," another familiar voice said. Harry and Hermione released each other and smiled before looking at the source.
"Ron?" Harry asked. The red haired, freckled face and tall friend smiled when he saw his old friend.
"Harry, is that you?" Ron replied. He walked over slowly. Harry smiled and lifted up his long bangs to show the bolt shaped scar on his for head. "It is you." He hugged Harry tightly. "I thought you were dead." He released him and gave him a weird look. "You're not a ghost or something, are you?"
"No Ron, I'm not," Harry laughed.
"And whose this cute girl you're dating?" Ron asked, smiling down at her.
Hermione playfully hit Ron's arm. "It's me, Ron, Hermione," she said, smiling.
"Hermione," Ron repeated, shocked. "I'm sorry I didn't even recognize that it was you." His smile disappeared. "Oh, you two are going out." Both Harry and Hermione's smile disappeared. Hermione just nodded. "Well, I'm happy for you I really am."
"It's good that you've accepted your friends' choice, much like Harry did when you and Hermione went out," Roland had appeared at the end of the aisle, he was looking in a book. Harry watched Ron turn a bright red. Roland slowly put it back and walked over to Ron, holding his right hand out. "Hey, I'm-"
"Roland Childe," Ron said, staring at the hand that was in front of him. "The Greatest Keeper in the wizarding world. Sir, it is an honor to meet you." Ron took the hand carefully and shook it.
"Well, thank you, I think," Roland replied. "But please, just call me Roland, alright." He smiled at Ron. Harry was surprise to see Ron grown so much. He was now about 6'2''. "But, I'm not the greatest any more, I've retired."
"Why; you happened to be the youngest captain in the history of-"
"Quidditch, I know," Roland rubbed between his eyes. "But my knee's been bothering me for the past year and half, and what with my other job and all, I just can't handle the amount of energy that I lose during practices and matches." Ron frowned. "But I'll be happy to teach my knowledge when we get to Hogwarts." His face lit up.
"You're going to Hogwarts, but I thought you taught at the American school?"
"Geez, what do they put in that paper?" Roland asked. "I'm not a teacher, hell; I barely was in class last year I was working so hard."
"What is your job?" Ron asked, Roland lead him away, giving Harry and Hermione some more alone time. He looked back at Harry, who mouthed a 'thank you' to him as they left.
"We really owe Roland," Hermione smiled at Harry.
"Yes, we do," Harry said, he returned the smile. "Where were we?" and moved in to kiss her again, but some one came down the aisle and interrupted them.
"I see that you and Mr. Potter haven't wasted any time," they released again, Harry sighed.
"Can't we be left alone?" he asked, turned to see who it was. There stood their transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall. "Professor, I'm sorry, I, we didn't know that it was you."
"Quite alright, Harry," she replied.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, "If you don't mind me asking." Harry quietly wrapped his arms around her, a smile on both of their faces.
"Not at all, Ms. Granger," McGonagall said. "Professor Jordan?" a man stepped out from behind on of the shelves. He was tall, and had the darkest green eyes Harry had ever seen. The brown hair that covered his head was as unruly as Harry's. He wore a black cloak; it was buckled with a green pendant shaped like a lantern. "Professor Jordan is out new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. He originally taught in America, and has never been in Diagon Alley before. So he asked to be shown around, isn't that right."
"Yes, it is, Minerva," Jordan said, "Also, I was owled that some of my books had come in, so I need to find a place called," he pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket, "Flourish and Blott's."
"Oh," Hermione replied. "It was very nice meeting you, professor." She sunk into Harry's arms, rather frightened by the man. Harry, too, felt something. It was a strange thing. He felt guilty for everything little thing that he did wrong. And he was scared by this man too, just something about him.
"Yes," Harry added, out of courtesy. "It was nice."
The professors turned to leave, but Professor Jordan stopped. "You'll need one more book, I know it wasn't on the list, but I got here late and didn't have time to add. It's called Elemental Dynasty: Past and Present."
"Better make it two," Professor McGonagall said, "there some creatures that professor Dumbledore wants you to work on this year, so also pick up Powerful Creatures." Hermione giggled, and Harry was forcing down a laugh. "I know it's a corny title, but the info that the book has is rather good."
"Okay, professor," Harry said, "and thank you."
"Well," Hermione said, "you heard the professor, let's go find those books." A smile was on her face as she bent down to pick up the first set of books that she dropped. Harry crouched down to help her.
"Here, let me carry them; you pick up our books and any other ones that you want," Harry took the pile of books in her arms and added them to his.
"Thank you Harry," Hermione blushed again, and Harry softly touched her cheek. They stood up and she wrapped her arm around his, a smile on both their faces. Together, hand in hand, they walked around the book store, looking for the last of their books, and the ones that Hermione wanted. Again, Harry gladly paid for them when they left, his arms filled with bags that held all their books. A woman screamed form down the road. "Death Eaters!" Soon someone else yelled. "They've brought a dementor!" The crowd began to panicked and run the opposite way of the screams. Harry pulled Hermione closer, trying to protect her. Both arms wrapped around her tightly as he backed into the book store.
"Are you alright?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Yeah," she replied, smiling at him.
They tried to find a hiding place in the store, but wanted to see what was happening. Soon, Harry and Hermione saw the effects of the Death Eaters attacks. Several bright green lights buzzed past them, killing the targets instantly. Then the dementor walked by. Harry felt horrible, he kept hearing his parents' death all over again, and now Sirius's was there too. But he tried to remain strong. He looked down at Hermione, frozen out of fear. She was reliving what Steven did to her. In a flash, she was in Harry's arms, being rocked back and forth.
The dementor walked over to where Harry and Hermione were hiding, sniffing the air. /oh god, it smells us./ Harry prayed that it didn't find us. But in less then an instant the pain, the fear, all of it went away. "Blast things, more trouble then they're worth," it was a demon's voice; Harry heard it before, when Roland saved them. He looked up, and saw Fallen standing over the decapitated body of a dementor. The man's black robe danced in the wind, and his hollow eyes shown through the darkness within his hood. "If I had my way, they'd all be dead."
"Fallen?" Harry asked, Hermione looked up and nearly screamed when she saw what she thought was another dementor. "No, 'Mione, that's Fallen." She was just confused, "I'll explain later." She nodded and searched for shelter in his arms.
"I'll take care of the problem, Harry," Fallen said. He floated out into the street, and sliced a sword through the last Death Eater that pasted. The rest of the Death Eaters turned around at the man's scream. "I am Fear," he started, but not another word came out when one of the Death Eaters yelled. "Cruitius (A/N: Spelling for that spell) Spells, now." In a single voice, they yelled. "CRUCIO!"
Roland took the full hit of very single spell, but he didn't move. Dust was thrown into the air, and Harry couldn't see Fallen anymore. But he continued the speech that he started. "I am Pain, I am Sorrow, I am Anger." He paused for a moment. "I am the Fallen!" Some of the death Eaters twitched, they knew of warning the Dark Lord gave them. "And you shall pay." Another sword appeared in his other had. Fallen charged forward and sliced right through the ranks.
After a few minutes of Fallen's attack, there was silence, utter silence. Not a word was spoken, no one moved. Harry wanted to stand up and see what had happened, but Hermione didn't move, or rather want to move. "Don't leave me, Harry," she said, and wrapped her hands around his waist. Harry just rubbed her shoulders.
"I won't," he replied. He smiled down at her. "I'm proud of you, 'Mione."
"Why?" Hermione asked. Harry just laughed, and ran his fingers through her cinnamon hair.
"Because, you're beating this thing," Hermione looked up at him. "You're standing here, no longer crying or even shaking. Hermione, you're strong. Stronger then I'll ever be." Harry smiled at her and she laughed.
"Yeah right, I'm stronger then Harry Potter." The sarcasm was dripping off her words.
"I'm not kidding Hermione," Harry replied, "I could never be as strong as you've have been this summer." Hermione blushed severely. "I mean it, I look up at you, Hermione." She stared him. "Metaphorically speaking." And a sweet laugh came from the sweet girl.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione hugged him, a smile on her face again. She slowly let go. "What's going to happen now?"
"I don't know," Harry placed an arm on her shoulder, "Probably the Aurors will come and try to find out what happened, Fallen will leave, and there will just be a big mess to clean up." Hermione giggled. "Honestly, I don't know. The ministry is going to have a hard time explaining how Death Eaters could get into Diagon Alley, let alone a dementor."
"They will have a hell of a time, won't they," Roland said; they quickly turned around to see him standing there, placing his hat back on and then his sunglasses. "But they'll have a harder time explained that man who defeated all of them." A smile crossed his face.
Harry couldn't help but smile. "You did a good job out there," he said.
"Shh, not too loudly," Roland replied, it was at whisper, "I prefer people not to know that it's me out there." His voice returned to its normal volume. "I was trying to hide from Heather when they attacked. She wants me to get a hair cut, so don't tell her-" Roland had started to walk away.
"Don't tell me what?" Heather appeared in the front of the store, and was glaring at Roland. Harry could tell he was rolling his eyes. "I was looking all over for you. Where have you been?" she walked over to him.
"Around," Roland replied. "When the Death Eaters came-"
"Of course, you had to help," Heather said, "but I still want you to get that hair cut."
"I like my hair the way it is, thank you very much." Harry was holding back a laugh, and Hermione was covering her mouth to prevent herself from laughing. Both of them thought it was extremely funny to see too people who refuse to accept the fact that they like each other were acting as if they had been going out for years.
"For me, please," Heather asked. Roland sighed, and took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair.
"For you," Roland replied, she squealed and grabbed his hand, pulling him off toward the nearest hair salon.
Harry couldn't hold his laughter in anymore, and start to laugh as soon as they were out of sight. Hermione soon joined him. "They are getting worse every day," Harry finally got out.
"I know," Hermione replied, both of them were breathing hard. "I glad that we got our feelings out in the open."
"Me too," Harry said, "I'd hate to see us acting like." Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, that would be pretty funny," Hermione said, "But speaking of hair cuts, you could use one."
"Yeah, I know," Harry picked up one of his bangs. "It is getting long, isn't it?"
"Just a bit, Harry," Hermione walked over and picked up another one. "I would like to see your eyes."
"You are going to get one too?"
"Maybe, if I find a style I like," Hermione said, she grabbed his free hand, the other filled with their bags. "C'mon."
"Yes, teddy bear," Harry replied, and gave her a quick kiss before they started to walk. Already the Aurors appeared, and they were luck enough to get away just before any of them started to ask questions. No one noticed a man in a blood red robe and black hair standing in the corner observing the events that transpired. He simply apparated away, a smile on his face, showing the pointy teeth that he had.
Once at the hair salon, Harry saw Heather sitting there, reading a wizardry magazine on the cloths and new make-up products. Roland was off in the back with a couple of the hair dressers standing around him "Hey," Hermione said and took a seat next to Heather. They immediately began to talk about hair styles and cloths. /its amazing how fast a person could change,/ Harry thought. He remembered that Hermione never liked to talk about cloths and perfumes and make-up, rather books that she read and the information that they held. But after their summer at the X-mansion, she began to be more talkative and more 'girly' as Ron called it last year.
"How's Roland?" Hermione asked, Harry walked over and took a seat next to her.
"Upset," Heather replied with a smile, "The ladies who work here are giving him a hard time about how bad his hair is and everything. I think he's ready to hit one of them if he hears another sarcastic remark."
"I don't doubt it," Harry said, Hermione rested on his shoulder. "He's been calm lately though."
"That's because he's been working more often," Heather sighed, "an attack happens near him and no other Hunters can reach there in, Roland is forced to take it."
"So what's going to happen at Hogwarts?"
"There's a few people who are taking over the London area for him." Heather was looking at Roland. She crossed her legs and turned to Harry and Hermione. "You see, there are about twenty Hunters in the world, at any given time. And most of them are always traveling. Roland is the youngest as of right now, so he had a more concentrated area that he controlled. But is also one of the most powerful. The most powerful, I think."
"How powerful is a hunter?" Hermione said. She yawned and Harry told her to rest. He'd fill her in later.
"Pretty powerful, not many are wizards like us. They may call themselves wizards, but their magic is a different source." Heather looked back at Roland. "When he's' at full strength, Roland can destroy a city in a blink of an eye. But he's rarely there; his job takes a massive toll on his body and his energy levels." She sighed. "If he pushed himself too far, he could kill himself." Heather looked down at her lap. "And I don't want that to happen."
"It'll take a lot to kill me though," Roland said, Heather looked up with a smile on her face. Roland's hair was a lot short; he didn't have it slicked back any more. Instead it was spiked up, in all sorts of directions. "I think it's me what do, you say?"
"I like this look better then your long hair, Roland," Heather replied.
"I know." Roland smiled at her. "I take it your here for a hair cut as well?" Harry nodded. "Don't ask for anything too complicated, these idiots can't figure out which end of a scissors is pointy." Harry laughed. "Heather and I have a few things that we need, so we're going to pick them up. Why don't we meet you at Three Broomsticks, and from there go to dinner? I see if I can find Remus and Tonks." Roland spun his hat on his finger before placing it on his head.
"That's fine," Harry said. He looked down at Hermione, she was peacefully sleeping. They had woken up early, and she'd been sleeping badly lately anyways.
"Excuse me sir," this woman came up to them. "Do you want a hair cut or something?"
"Um, sure," Harry replied, "just a little trim though." He prayed that was all this woman was going to do.
"Okay, why don't you come with me," she said, "and don't worry about your girlfriend, she's safe here. And there are Aurors outside, looking for anymore Death Eaters." She offered a friendly smile.
"Fine," Harry was still worried about her.
"Just a trim, relight," Harry nodded. In a few moments, his long shaggy hair was gone and it was back to being its short unruly hair. Harry got up and thanked the lady, paying her the fee. He walked over to Hermione's side and sat down next to her, she immediately used his shoulder as a pillow. He shifted and placed an arm around her, and shook her gently. "Hey, teddy bear."
"Hey," she smiled up at him and yawned.
"It's been a busy day," Harry said.
"Yeah, I haven't been sleeping well lately."
"I know, I usually wake up when you do." Harry smirked and received a playful hit on the arm. "You okay?" Harry's voice showed concern and care.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hermione said. "Can we go get some dinner?" she looked up with puppy-dog eyes at Harry, a smile crossed her face.
"Anything for you, beautiful," Harry replied, and she blushed a deep red. They stood up, Harry grabbing all their bags. Hermione wrapped her arms around his free one, and rested her head on his shoulder. A smile was on both their faces as they left the hair salon.
"I like the hair cut," Hermione finally said, they walked in silence for a while, their love strong enough so that they didn't need words. "I can see your eyes now."
"Thanks, 'Mione," Harry replied. "I like the fact that I can see yours too." She blushed again. Again a long period of silence, this one wasn't broken until they reached Three Broomsticks. Roland was standing outside, smoking a cigar.
"Nasty habit, smoking is," He said, "Probably should quit it before I go to Hogwarts." Roland put it out in the center of his palm, much like Logan did the professor caught him smoking inside the school. The smell of burning sulfur and tar could be smelt as Roland's skin burned. Once the cigar was out, the skin immediately healed it self, as he waved a hand over it. "Gotta love wandless magic." He offered a smile, while Harry chuckled and Hermione glared at him. "What?"
"Really, Roland," Hermione said with a smile, "What would Heather say if you were showing off?" It was the first time that either of them had seen him blush at all. Roland's face was deep red, a shy smile on his face. "I thought so."
"Just don't tell her about it," Roland replied, "I don't want to be on her bad side, again."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Ever hear the phrase, 'thou hath no fury like that of a woman's scorn.'?" Both Harry and Hermione nodded. "I've seen Heather's bad side once and I never want to see it again." They both started to laugh at Roland as he entered Three Broomsticks. Hermione quickly composed herself and followed him in, pulling Harry who still was laughing.
"Really Roland," Heather was saying to him as they walked over to the table that they were sitting at. "You need to stop showing off." She was looking at his hand and had her wand over it; it burned a light blue before extinguishing itself. Roland rubbed his hand as he pulled it away.
"Told you so," Hermione smiled at him. Harry just stood next to her, laughing again.
Heather stood up, shooting glances at Hermione and Roland. "What happened, Roland?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied, standing up. "I was thinking about a restaurant near by, from there, we can simply come back and use the Floo powder to return. I'm paying so don't even bother saying anything other wise."
"Stop showing off," Heather punched his right arm, Roland simply stood there, didn't even bothering to rub.
"Told you so," Hermione reply, and laughed as she ran out, Harry quickly followed her, knowing Roland was beginning to get irritated.
The restaurant that they went to was a simple place. It wasn't crowded, and Roland assured them that no one would hear their conversation. Hermione wanted to know more about the hunters and his job, so he talked about it, purposely avoiding some topics, like how you become one and how to spot a demon. Harry finally got him on a topic that was worth hearing about; Fallen. "How were you still standing after all those Crucio spells?" he asked.
Roland cut up a piece of his stake, "I didn't get hit," he said, and stuck the piece of steak in his mouth, chewing it a few times before swallowing it. "The spells passed through a portal that I surrounded my body with and I sent them to one place."
"Where?" Hermione asked.
Roland paused for a moment before answering. "Remember that demon I meet in that store this morning?" Everyone nodded. "I doubt he's alive right now." Roland took a sip of his wine. Heather just shook her head, while Hermione just stared at him. Harry looked down at his plate. "I did my job, protecting those I was asked to do so." He said as he placed the glass down.
Hermione just glared at him, she was angry, and Roland knew why. "Are you always that cruel?" she asked.
Roland tented his fingers and looked over them at Hermione, his hat was off, but his sunglasses remained on. The glare of his hollow eyes was still there. When he spoke it was soft and controlled, almost a whisper. "There is this one demon; Terra Infruma is the name they we Hunters call it. No gender, though I will call it a 'he' for the sake of simplicity. His job is to torture teenagers; by using their fears to his advantage. Most of them girls." Roland trailed off, she gasped at what he was saying. "And he remembers it all, even the fear that they feel. Terra Infruma enjoys it, he relishes in the fear and pain. And every time I face one, I am forced to witness all that he has done and pass judgment. By order of a higher being." His voice became cold and mean. "By order of a higher being. Do you know what that means?" Roland repeated himself, his anger growing, she shook her head no. The calmly slipped his hand over to hers, and gave it a small squeeze.
"That means I have no choice in doing this," his voice was louder then it was before, but still barely above a whisper. Everyone heard him loud and clear though. "I am forced to view each and every poor girl being." again his voice trailed off, /at least he is trying to be courteous about it,/ The thought. "My parents taught me about compassion and forgiveness; and when I was given his job, I was told an 'eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth'. Those were my choices in my judgment, compassion or equality. I have the power and the ability to force those demons to feel hell, but I choose not to. I banish them from this place and allow the higher being to pass judgment. But when I choose to pass judgment, as I do with all of those demons, it is always swift, it is always quick." Roland paused for a moment. "And it is always painful." He stood up and placed five twenties on the table from his coat. "They say justice is blind. Only when I choose to be can I be considered blind." Roland started to walk away but stopped just before he was an ear shot away. "That is for dinner, I will meet you back at Sirius' place. And don't wait up for me." He walked out, his coat dancing behind him. Roland's appearance was that of a spirit, as his feet could not be seen from the cut of his jacket.
They sat there, finishing their dinner, and once the bill came, Heather placed the hundred dollars with it on the center of the table. Heather walked ahead of The and The; they were quietly talking about what Roland had said. After all they had a lot to discuss.
* * * * * *
Roland went bursting into the nearest church, and immediately, smoke began to pour from every pore in his body. He was breathing hard, and in a lot of pain. But he didn't stop running until he reached the front pew. There, Roland stopped and knelt, he coughed from the smoke. "What are you doing here?" a man's voice asked. It was cruel and mean, almost angry.
"Praying for forgiveness," Roland replied, and stood up; he took a sit in the pew and stared forward. He didn't bother to look back to see who it was, he knew the answer. All the horrible things that Roland acquired in his life were coming back to his mind; he had a hard time controlling his feelings about them.
"God has no forgiveness for creatures like you," the man said.
"Funny," Roland chuckled, "I could say the same about you." The man growled. "After all, you did nearly destroy this planet, and almost commit genocide. Not to mention took the ideas of pride and vengeance to their next levels." He coughed again, the smoke getting thicker; his insides were beginning to burn.
"I was given that choice, Childe," the man replied. "I regret all those choices that I made. And this is the punishment that I have received for those choices."
"And I am to be damned for a choice that I didn't make, but rather the man who is the reason for my existence, Jordan?" Roland turned around and raised an eyebrow at the man. He was floating above the ground, darkness at the ends of his cloak. It hung on his head, but did not hide it. The man's face was ghostly pale, and a simple green mask hid his eyes and nothing else.
The man paused for a moment. "It is the will of God."
"God does not exist," Roland snapped and looked forward.
"And yet I find you here," Jordan said, "in the main place where God is worshiped."
"Call it a haven if you will; the true ones can not enter here, so here I stay." Roland grunted in pain, it was growing in his stomach. "If only for a little time." He coughed again, the smoke just stayed around him.
"You are fighting a worthless battle, Childe," Jordan floated over to him. "You can not beat who you are."
"I'm going to give it my all." A thick haze surrounded him, and Roland could barely see the cross up on the wall in front of him.
"Creatures like you deserve to be destroyed," he spat out.
"I agree," Roland said, he was squeezing his palms, cutting them open from the pain. "That is why I fight against them." Roland started to stand up, he couldn't stand the pain.
"You cause any harm to either of them," Jordan started. He pushed Roland back down.
"Cool it, Professor," Roland smirked at him. "Yes, I know about the job you have taken, was it to watch over me or them?"
"Both," Jordan replied.
"Fine, I don't care," Roland stood back up and phased through Jordan. "But I do care about their safety, they will survive this year, and I promise you that." Roland's body turned all black and collapsed into a pile of fine dust. "Even if I do not, Hal Jordan."
"That was your first and final warning, Demon," Hal said as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. The candles in the church extinguished themselves.
* * * * * *
Harry woke up to sound of a crow cawing. "Quiet, Magnus, it is late," a voice said. Harry blinked for a moment. "I doubt you'll be able to see me, Harry." He looked over to the window and saw a man crouching on the edge. A crow sat there silently, looking all over the place.
"Roland, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. He sat up and looked down at Hermione; she was peacefully sleeping next to him. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, and he didn't want move that position, she looked so comfortable.
"Shh, Harry," Roland jumped down into the room, careful not to hit the crow's head on the top of the window. "Hermione's still sleep and I don't want her to wake up. In fact-" Roland waved a hand over her and she let out a peaceful sigh. "That'll kept her asleep until this morning."
"No dreams?"
"No dreams." Despite the darkness, Harry could see the smile on Roland. "I've made a decision, Harry. One that I've thought about long and hard."
"What does it have to do with Hermione and me?" Harry unconsciously began to pet Hermione's hair.
"I've decided to judge, a human to be more exact." He turned back to the window and looked out it. "You know him; Hermione knows him a bit too well."
"Steven?" Harry asked; he only watched Roland's head go up and down.
"I have given him a year to change, with or without outside interference. I doubt he'll listen to anymore, as the time is not long enough for a person to outwardly change, but it is enough for an effort and a chance of a future." Roland watched the clouds pass over the moon.
Harry just thought about what he heard, Roland was going to decided whether or not to kill Steven. The monster that hurt Hermione. But for some odd reason Harry felt sorry for the guy. He didn't deserve that; he didn't deserve to die. Maybe to be placed in prison for the rest of his life, but not death. "Why?' Harry simply asked.
"Hermione said so herself, he is a demon," Roland turned around and looked at him. "A demon is simply a name used for the vilest of creatures, the cruelest beings in existence. One actions describe their fate, and by acting cruel, mean, ruthless, a name is branded, demon." Roland looked like he was sorry for his choice. "I am simply doing my job, I was asked to make a choice in wither or not to kill him. The higher being wanted it soon, but I believe in second chances, for everyone." Roland trailed off, but Harry thought he heard. "Including me."
"So a year is all he has left to live?" Harry looked back at Hermione.
"No, but his fate will be decided by then. Until then I am not allow to act for or against him." Roland looked back at the window, but his crow kept its eyes on Harry. Its pale yellow eyes, much like fallen. Their pierced his very soul and he felt that he was being judged. "Relax, Magnus, Harry's on our side." Roland looked at the bird. "I disagree; he has a lot of potential, along with the girl." Again silence. "You of all people should know better then to judge a person too soon."
"Roland; are you talking to the bird?" Harry eyeballed him.
"Oh," he looked back at Harry, "sorry, I've had Magnus so long that I forget other people can't hear him." He held up a hand. "Magnus is a familiar, Harry, A creature that is created by a wizard to help and guide him through out life. And every familiar has a special bond with its creator, thus telepathy between the two." He looked up at the owl and scratched under its beak. "And it usually takes certain traits of its creator. Along with a lot of energy." Roland's face turned back to Harry. ""Magnus has been working for me, taking letters back and forth between other hunters, organizing it so I could go to Hogwarts without having to worry about my job."
"Cool," Harry smiled, "Can any one create a familiar?"
"Yeah, but it takes a lot of power. I don't doubt if professor Dumbledore doesn't have one." Roland climbed up back on the ledge. "I'll tell you more tomorrow, Hermione would probably like to hear about it." He jumped out, and disappeared out of sight.
Harry sighed. He slowly lied back down, and Hermione moved so that he wouldn't be on her. A soft, sweet smile was on her face, and Harry loved it. She was so beautiful and enjoyed just being with other. And her life was more important then his, but he doubted that she would be able to live without him. Harry knew that he couldn't, what he felt for her was indescribable. It was love pure and simple. He felt this warm feeling when ever she was around, whenever she touched him. It was wonderful, a feeling of joy and happiness all the time. And he loved Hermione with all his heart and soul.
Return to Diagon Alley
By: Chronos the Fallen Angel
Author's Note: Damn it all, I couldn't think of another quote that applies to this story. (I have many of them, but none of them apply to this story.) And to top it off, that last chapter was my shortest one yet. I'm losing my touch, damn you matching band camp, damn you to hell.
No actually, that was as far as I wanted to take it, it showed who the new DADA teacher was and gave more info on Roland. Not much but I can't give it all away.
Again, I'm sorry for not getting the last chapters out sooner, the system was missed up or something. Quotation marks weren't working, so I figured there was no reason in having them posted.
Thank you for review those who have, and those who haven't shame on you. I'm open to constructive criticism but no flames. Any one is open to review, so please do again not flames.
Anything written by JK Rowlings is hers, DC theirs, Marvel, theirs.
* * * * * *
Harry woke up early again, he couldn't sleep. They had been at Grimmauld Place, Number Twelve for four days now and he still couldn't sleep. Every night, he had a nightmare. Not about him or Hermione but the slaying of this terrifying creatures. Often they had bat-like wings, but they rarely looked the same as another one. Hermione had them, too, often in the middle of the night; she'd wake in a cold sweat and in less then a second later, Harry was up with her, calming her down. She wouldn't let go of him, the creatures, demons Hermione called them, in her nightmares seemed more brutal and vicious. Often there was innocent person dying in her dreams, usually a woman after being raped by the creatures. But their dreams had a single connection; there was always this one man in a red and black trench coat, with crow-like wings. He'd always slaughter the creatures using either his two katanas or his broad sword that hung on his back when he wasn't using it.
Harry looked down at Hermione, and smiled she was still sleeping peaceful. /thank god, she didn't see that one,/ Harry thought. He rubbed his eyes, trying to forget the dream. It was horrible, a lot of blood had been split, the victims, the creatures, and the man's. The creatures were able to breathe fire this time, and the man took a hit on his right. arm. /Roland hurt his right arm yesterday. But it couldn't be him, could it?/
He got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, Harry looked out the window, the sun was just starting to rise in the distance. The lights that lit the streets were still on. He decided to go out on the front porch, and play his guitar. His stomach growled and he felt incredibly hungry. Walking carefully, Harry made his way out the door and shut it. He walked with his hands in his pocket and headed into the kitchen. Dobby and Winky were off somewhere, and thank god, they weren't in the kitchen. But Roland was sitting there, he didn't have a shirt on, nor his sunglasses or hat. "Roland?" Harry asked.
In what seemed like seconds, Harry had a black sword pointed at him. It was quickly relaxed, and disappeared when he saw who it was. Roland stared at Harry with his hollow eyes before looking away, and dropping his right arm. "I've been jumpy lately, haven't bee able to shake it," he said, and closed his eyes again. Harry looked at the man for a moment, the burns on his arm were completely healed, no scars or anything. He hadn't expected an apology, it wasn't like him. "I'm sorry," where the words that surprised him.
"Don't worry about," Harry replied, still shocked. "Why are you up so early? I think you'd sleep in after the amount of time you spent on your job."
"Floor's too hard, and the bed's too soft," Roland didn't move. "My back was killing me, to the point where I couldn't block out the pain." He paused for a moment, thinking. Harry just went about his business and walked over to the fridge. He noticed a large tattoo on Roland's back; it covered almost all of it. "It a tribal symbol, Harry." He jumped when he heard him speak. "It's suppose to bring protect from the devil or something, but doesn't really work too well."
He returned to raiding the fridge, looking for anything with a load of Harry's thought were all over the place, but kept coming back to the dream he had. Finally he decided to ask him. "Does you're job have anything to do with fighting creatures?"
Roland simply laughed. "It's about time you made the connection," he said, and laughed again. "Have you or Hermione been experiencing any horrible dreams?" Roland wasn't even looking at him.
"How did you-"
"After my job, I some times lose a grip on my powers and my memories drift. You witnessed my job, yes." He paused for a moment, "and I believe that you already have an idea at what that job is, since you and Hermione heard my conversation with Mad-Eye." Harry was again, stunned. "I'm what is called a Hunter, I basically fight and protect this world from the other worldly; i.e. demons, monsters, and the such." Harry was about to say something. "And yes, I did feel your presence yesterday, and yes I am feeling it now. Stop acting so astonished, Harry, my powers are usually at their strongest after one of my episodes. Oh, hello Hermione." Not once, did Harry notice Roland opened his eyes or even move. He just sat there, rubbing his temples.
"Hello. Roland," she said slowly, rather surprised at the fact he was there, or that he said her name without seeing her. Hermione quickly moved over to Harry's side. "hey." She was wide awake and perky, and Harry loved it. He gave her a short peck on the cheek.
"You can tell her, Harry," Roland said, still rubbing his temples.
"Tell me what?"
"Ah, you know the dreams we've been having?" Harry asked, and Hermione nodded. "Well, Roland says that we've been seeing his job." She gasped for a moment.
"His job is that violent?"
Roland spoke up, "No, that was a good day; usually I have to cut off an arm or leg of those monsters before they go down. I got lucky." Hermione glared at him, and he dropped the smile on his face. "sorry." She was caught off guard with his apology. "Heather says I should be nicer, so I'm working on it."
"Really Roland," Heather came down stairs, wearing Roland's robe, "you should learn to control the telepathy. It's starting to get annoying every time you come back you kept-"
"on answering questions in your mind and finishing sentences, I know," Roland replied and sat up, "But with this many people in one house, I'm getting a massive headache and it's harder to control it."
"Telepathy?" Hermione said.
"Roland's powers increase after his job," Harry said, "so telepathy is a-"
"Obvious increase of empathy, right?" she finished and smiled at Harry.
"Right." A quick kiss on her cheek brought another smile and a bright red color to each of their faces.
"See that is annoying," Roland said, and was smacked by Heather.
"Shut up," she glared down at him, "I think it's cute." Heather started to walk away, but paused for a moment, "When are we going to Diagon Alley, we need to get our supplies after all."
"I was thinking today. Heard it had a killer joke shop there, I need some new fireworks-" he received another hit from Heather. "What was that for?"
"You should know better then that, honestly Roland. Can't you grow up?"
"Depends on the day," Roland replied, and tipped off his chair to avoid being hit again. Heather quickly tried to help him, but a black aura formed around him and he was floating just above the ground.
"Show off," Heather said and kicked him, so that he landed hard on the ground. Hermione and Harry couldn't help but to laugh. She walked off with a smile on her face, and Roland stood up with much effort.
"I'm fine, really," he said, brushing himself off. Dust had covered his body and Harry had moved around the table to help him up. "Thank you, though." With a motion of his hand, his hat and sunglasses appeared. Roland promptly placed them on. He began to move like he was putting on a coat and his slowly appeared on his arms. "Now, since it is now about seven a.m., how bout I find some early breakfast place and get breakfast for everyone in this house. How does that sound, Tonks?" he didn't turn around but knew that the witch had a very surprised look on her face. "What about you Moony, you up for some donuts?"
"How did he-" Moony started to ask.
"Don't worry about it," Harry said, Hermione wrapped an arm around him, and Harry followed suit. Roland walked past Moony and Tonks, a black shirt forming on his chest, and shoes forming on his feet. He seemed to grow just a bit as the souls took their place on his shoes. Harry looked down at Hermione, "and why are you up so early? You were sleeping peacefully when I left you."
"It got cold without you, Harry," Hermione replied and smiled at him. He kissed her forehead. "Let's go upstairs while we wait for Roland." Harry just nodded, staring into her azure eyes, /they are beautiful,/ he thought. They walked back up to their room, not letting go of each other. Moony and Tonks remained to think about what they had just seen.
"Do you think it is alright that they are sharing a room?" Tonks asked.
"Yes, Roland explained it to me," Moony replied, "when Mad-Eye left and you went to bed. What that Steven kid was terrible." He paused for a moment, "Roland said that he felt that it still hurt her to walk sometimes."
"Poor girl." She walked over to the coffee pot and waved her wand, coffee began to pour out of it, steaming hot. "I wouldn't wish that on any one."
"Neither would I," Moony grabbed two coffee cups and placed them on the table. "Neither would I."
* * * * * *
After Roland returned with brunch, (by the time he did return it was no longer breakfast) everyone prepared for their trip to Diagon Alley. Roland had placed on proper cloths, he told them the show he put on that morning was all an illusion. "I told you before, illusionary spells are my specialty. I've found them very useful when protecting myself from others," he said.
Everyone was down stairs, waiting for Roland. Even though he was the first one down original, he rushed back upstairs for something. After five minutes of waiting, he came down, covered in soot. "Damn dragons," he was mumbling, "Always trying to enter-"
"What happened?" Heather gasped and rushed over to him, had helped him brush all the soot off.
"Nothing, I'm fine really, Heath," Roland said, "thanks." He turned to everyone else. "Are we going by Floo Powder?"
"Yes," Moony said, "it's the quickest way next to apparition. And sense four of you-"
"Three, I can apparate," Roland corrected.
"Okay, three of you can't, Floo powder it is." He handed the small pot to them and walked into the living room. Thanks to some renovations by Heather, Hermione and Tonks, the living room now had an acceptable library.
Moony just shook his head. "I still can't believe you talked me into changing the living room."
"It'll be good for you to read, Moony," Tonks said and took a handful of the Floo Powder and stepped into the fire place. She threw it into the fire, and said loudly. "Diagon Alley."
"Moony," Harry looked up at his old friend. The circles under his eyes were deeper then ever, but the same smile that always was on his face was still there. "Do you think it is safe that Hermione and I travel together?" She was wrapped in his arms, and looked up at him with a large smile. He knew that that would make her feel safer, him helping her through that.
"I don't see why not," Moony replied, and looked over at Roland.
"Let me go first, and make sure the coast is clear," Roland said, /he took his job as protector way too seriously,/ Harry thought. Roland apparated out of the living room, in a matter of moments after he finished, but inside of a large crack as usually, there was a small sound as the air fill the vacuum where he was.
When Roland didn't come back, Moony nodded to Harry and Hermione to enter the fire place. It grew large enough to fit both of them, and Hermione turned around, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist. She had a large smile on her face. Harry took a handful of the Floo powder and placed one arm around Hermione. In a loud and clear voice, he said, "Diagon Alley."
With in a few seconds they arrived in a fire place in Diagon alley. "Please sir, put that man down."
"This demon deserves to die," Roland's voice said.
"Roland, put him down," Tonks was saying. Harry and Hermione looked at each other before racing out of the fire place looking. Another pop from the fire place and Heather appeared. "Please put him down."
"EXPELLIARMUS!" A man's voice yelled. Harry and Hermione paused for a moment, before running after the sound of the man's voice. They found a man on the ground dazed and confused. Tonks had her hands covering her mouth and her hair was rapidly changing. Heather was standing in front of them, staring forward.
"This demon has no right to exist," Roland growled, he was gritting his teeth. In his left hand, Roland held a man up against a wall, a sword pointed at his neck in his right.
"What gives you the right to kill him?!" Tonks screamed at him. Harry walked forward, motioning fro Hermione to stay. All that time, Harry couldn't see the man's face that he held.
"I have all the right I need." Finally Harry saw the man, or beast was better. It had long fangs, and horns coming out of its head, curling forward, like a ram's horn. He had blue skin and yellow eyes. Much like Kurt, but there was a presence about him that Harry knew better.
"Roland," Heather finally said, he looked over at her, both hands not moving. The beast was staring at Roland with frighten eyes. "Not here. Don't spoil the ground with its blood."
"Fine," Roland apparated away, along with the beast. Heather just shook her head. It wasn't the outcome that she wanted. Within moments, he returned, without the creature. "I didn't kill it, if that what you're thinking, Heath." Roland had snapped at her and grimaced, but his foul mood was drop immediately when she hugged him.
"Thank you," Harry heard her whisper.
"Was that one." Hermione voice trailed off, she was right behind Harry, hiding behind his shoulder. Roland's actions must have scared her.
"It was one of them yes, I'll explain later," Roland looked at her kindly, his expression changed when he stared at the shop keeper. "Now, for your own safety," Roland's wand was in his hand immediately. He pointed it at him. "You can't remember any of this. Obliviate!" A white flash and the man had a blank stare. "Nothing happened, we got a bad mix of Floo powder, and accidental destroyed part of your story. You kindly agreed to pay for it all." He turned and started to walk off, Heather stayed right by his side. Harry looked down at Hermione and smiled at her before following. They knew enough about Roland to trust his judgment. Moony appeared just as they left, along with someone else.
"Did you know who that was?" Hermione asked. They had caught up with Roland and Heather.
"Sad to say, yes," Roland replied, "he works for the foulest of creatures on this planet, and I've happened to cross paths with him before." His wand and sword had disappeared, "I got lucky this time."
"So what was it?" Harry said.
"There are many names for them: demon, sprites, devils, ghouls, etc. I just prefer scum." Hermione and Heather laughed. "Anyways, they can be powerful, if I get caught off guard. Usually I'm searching for them, but occasionally, I get lucky. But they never get away from me alive. At least not 'til today." He glared over at Heather who blushed.
"So what are you?" Hermione asked.
"I'm what is called a Hunter, my job it to hunt and kill these creatures," Roland replied.
"Why do you kill them?"
"Cause they'd kill me if I didn't," he said sarcastically. Hermione glared at him, causing Roland to shrink a bit. "My empath abilities work differently on them, I see their lives. Then it is judged by this." Roland pulled out a medallion he wore around his chest. "Each Hunter is given one, and it reads whether or not the creature is worthy of living."
"That's so horrible," Hermione said, "who has the right to judge them?"
Roland didn't even bothering answering. "Demons are evil incarnate, thank whose ever in charge that Voldemort hasn't found them yet, it would be the death of us all."
Moony and Tonks came running up to him. "What in God's name did you think you were doing?" Moony yelled. Everyone on the street was staring at him.
"My job," Roland replied, stared start at Lupin, looking into his tired eyes. "I have a responsibility to do it, Lupin. May I remind you that I am one of the few who do it? Without us Hunters, the world would be in ruins."
"What the hell is a Hunter?" Moony yelled.
"It doesn't concern you, Moony," Mad-Eye came walking up. "Roland was just doing as he was told."
"Who told him to threaten an innocent-"
"There nothing innocent about a demon, Remus." Mad-Eye's false eye spun in his head, moving to the back. "And I have no clue who gave Roland that job, it just was given to him."
"You've know about this?" Tonks asked, "How long?"
"Mad-Eye is one of the few wizards who know about demons and other creature like that and is able to protect himself from them," Roland added.
Harry and Hermione were just looking back and forth between everyone. Both of them, Hermione especially, felt left out of the conversation. She too had many questions for Roland. "Is there a book about this?" Hermione finally asked, rather loudly too, everyone staring at her. She shrunk back into Harry's arms. "Sorry."
"I hope not, if so, they'd better give ways of protecting yourself from demons. He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. She smiled as she accepted his answer. "Enough about this, I'll tell you more later, if you want, alright." He placed his hat back on and pulled out a list from his coat. "We need to get our supplies."
"Then let's head over to Gringotts," Harry said, and led Hermione off in the direction of it. The wind was blowing, a nice summer breeze. Harry was thinking about people staring, but he was surprised, no one was saying anything. They'd been missing for the past two months, and no one was saying anything about them. /thank god,/ Harry thought. /I'm not famous anymore./ Hermione even like the fact that no one was recognizing them. 'Don't like your pride get to your head, Harry,' she told him.
After a few arguments with the Goblins, they were finally able to get their money for the day. Roland had a large bag of it from some odd reason, but considering what was in his vault, it was a single knut. Harry's vault wasn't even half the size, and Roland had it filled top to bottom. "How'd you get that much money?" Tonks asked as they were leaving. "I don't think even the ministry has the much."
"I have my ways," Roland replied as they stepped out. "I think it'd be best if we split up."
"But you're supposed to protect them," Mad-Eye hissed.
"And I can do that as long as they remain in Diagon Alley. Just don't make yourselves noticed, alright?" Harry nodded and led Hermione off; they were going to get her new wand.
"Something wrong, 'Mione?" Harry asked, an arm around her.
"I don't know, Harry," she said, "Roland's job and everything, it's all so much." She looked up at him. "Do you really think that there is another society out there?"
"Probably, 'Mione," Harry looked ahead. "But I think that this is something that we shouldn't research."
"And why is that, Harry Potter?"
"Because," Harry laughed as she mock pouted. "The way Roland made out this society is that anyone who can not protect themselves from the danger." Harry trailed off; he didn't want to scare Hermione. "I just don't want to see you hurt again. I love you too much to see that, 'Mione."
"Well," Hermione replied, perky and happy. "That's why I have you, you can protect me Harry." She looked down. "That is if you want to." Hermione started to walk away.
"'Mione," Harry stopped her and looked down at her. "You are my world, you're the most beautiful girl I know, you're smart, funny sometimes," he was stumbling on his words, trying to express his feelings, "perfect sums you up, perfectly. I will always protect you; alright?" he lifted up her chin and noticed that some tears had escaped her eyes. A smile was on her face though, and Harry smiled at her.
"Thank you Harry, I just need that from time to time," Hermione hugged him, holding Harry tightly.
"'Mione, I would never lie to you, I love you," Harry kissed and pulled away just enough to kiss her. Hermione stood on her tip-toes to kiss him. "Thata girl." He smiled down at her, and a smile came upon the beautiful face which he loved. "Let's get your wand first, then well get our books, alright?"
"Okay," Hermione was back to her normal self, the word 'book' usually does that. They walked slowly over to Olivander's, talking about the school year. Harry hoped that he would be able to play Quidditch again, and Hermione was looking forward to the library. "It doesn't have as many Muggle books as Roland's does, but Hogwarts has a better selection of potions and charms."
"From what you told me, Roland's library held mostly books about Defense against the Dark arts, and illusion charms." Harry opened the door to Olivander's for her. "Now we know why, huh?"
"Thanks, and yes, it makes sense." Hermione said, she looked around the store, looking for Mr. Olivander. "After all, Roland's job is very dangerous, the collection of spells and charms that he has is rather large."
"Oh, hello there, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger," Mr. Olivander came out from the back room. "Professor Dumbledore told me that you were coming. Need a new wand, Ms. Granger, huh?"
"Yeah, we were moving some things and it-" Harry watched her blush as she worked on a feeble attempt at an excuse.
"Say no more, I understand, accidents happen," Mr. Olivander went to the back room and began to pull out box that each held a wand in them.
Harry looked down at Hermione; she was staring at her feet, looking uncomfortable. "Don't worry about the money," Harry said, he always seemed to know what she was thinking, "we already agreed that I'd pay for it all."
"I know, but I-" Hermione was starting to say, but stopped when Mr. Olivander came back.
"Here we are," he said, "I have a few wands that are like the one you had before." He placed a few boxes on the table, and motioned for Hermione to come forward. "Don't worry, I don't bite." The old man offered a kind smile and Hermione giggled. She thought of Grandpa from Portabello Road. He pulled a wand out from one of the boxes, "Mahogany-Dragon heartstring, 13 inches; this one is good for transfigurations and summoning charms, an offenses wand if you will." Hermione took it, and smile when it didn't glow. She never was much of an attacker.
"Ah, a Red Wood-unicorn hair, ten inches, a good wand for healing spells and shield charms, a great defense wand," Mr. Olivander said. Hermione took the wand and smiled when it began to glow. "Wonderful, just wonderful. It suits your personality as well, Ms. Granger."
"Here you go, Mr. Olivander," Harry paid him, and left a little extra. He always liked him, a kind man with a good heart. "And thank you."
"You're welcome, Harry," he replied, "And take care." Both Harry and Hermione gave a smile to him as they left.
Once outside of the store, Harry took a deep breathe, he loved the outdoors for some strange reason. He always loved the way Hogwarts looked as the sun was rising. And Harry wanted to share it with Hermione. But before he could say another word to her, a familiar voice spoke up. "'Ermione, 'arry!" They turned and saw Hagrid running up to them. Before Harry could say hello, he was stuck in a deep hug in Hagrid's massive arms. "I've was so worried about you, I was. Professor Dumbledore said not to worry, but I did anyways. Oh, it's good to see you two alive."
Hagrid released Harry and took Hermione in the same big hug. "It's good to see you too, Hagrid," Hermione said, returning the hug. Harry just stood by, a smile on his face. He always liked Hagrid. He was a giant of a man; he would tower over Roland when they meet. He was always nice, especially to Hermione. But what he said confused Harry.
"Hey, Hagrid," Harry said, the half-giant released Hermione and looked at Harry. "What did you mean 'to see us alive.'?"
"It was in the Daily Prophet, 'arry." Hagrid started, he was just so excited to see two of his friends again. "They said tha' ya bodies were taken by You-Know-Who, and tha' they killed your parents, 'ermione. I'm sorry to 'ear about tha'."
"Thanks Hagrid, that means a lot coming from you," Hermione said. "You've always been a good friend."
"Awe, thanks 'ermione," Hagrid hugged her again. Harry wanted to hug her too; he knew that it was tough for her to talk about her parents. But he didn't know how Hagrid would act if he saw Harry and Hermione together like that.
"Did they say who saved us?" Harry asked.
"Saved ya?" Hagrid replied, stunned from the question. "No one saved ya; a dementor took you in a black portal to You-Know-Who." Harry had to hold back a laugh; he understood how Roland's costume could be mistake for a dementor.
"Harry," Roland came running up. "What's this about a school uniform?" he handed Harry the list he had in his hand. "Dumbledore said nothing about a uniform in his letter."
"Hey," Harry said, "of course is there is school uniform. Didn't they have at your old school, Roland?"
Hagrid looked down at Roland, which wasn't much, and gasped. "Ya're him."
"Who?" Roland asked, a smile forming on his face.
"Ya're Roland Childe, aren't ya?" Hagrid asked.
"Sad to say yes, I am." Roland smirked, raising an eyebrow. "What can I do for you?" Roland held out his hand and Hagrid shook it violently.
"Ya're said to be one of the great Quidditch players in the entire wizarding world. Not to mention the fact tha' ya're an elemental wizard."
"And where, pray tell, did you learn this?" Roland asked the question as if he knew the answer.
"The Daily Prophet," Hagrid replied. Roland grew angry, the rage turning his face a bright red.
"There you are, Roland," Heather said, and placed a hand on his shoulder, he was immediately calm. "Come on, we have to get fitted for our uniforms." She took his hand and led him off down the street and into the crowd.
"Heather, I told you, I don't wear uniforms." Roland started to complain, "I- this shirt was specially made for me."
"They'd make a great couple," Hermione said. She was close to laughing. And so was Harry.
"They aren't already?" Hagrid asked, she shook her head. "They act more like a married couple."
"We know," Harry replied, "I think both of them like each other, but are too shy to do anything about it."
Hagrid looked down at both of them, a smirk on his face. "'Arry," he asked, "are ya two going out something?"
"Yes, we are Hagrid," Hermione said, she took Harry's hand and smiled up at him. He gladly returned the smile.
"Well, I'm happy for the both of ya," Hagrid said, wiping a tear away. "Ya're both like James and Lily were, they finally got it past their stubborn minds and started dating then too."
"Thanks, Hagrid," Hermione replied, "it's nice to have your blessing." She released Harry's hand and hugged the burly giant. "You've always been a good friend to us."
When Hermione released him, Hagrid was stumbling over his words. "I don't know what to say." He was close to tears.
"Well it's true, Hagrid," Harry added. "'Mione's right, you've always been there for us, and a good friend. I'm proud to call you a friend." He hugged him and the half-giant broke out into tears. Harry released him and took a step back. Hermione moved right by his side, and he wrapped an around her.
"I'm sorry, I'm really am, it's just that," Hagrid pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. Hermione had to cover her mouth, or she was going to laugh. A loud noise was made by Hagrid, it sounded like an elephant, or some other loud creature.
"You okay, Hagrid?" Hermione asked.
He blew his nose again, and put the handkerchief away. "I'm fine thanks," Hagrid replied. "Really, that means a lot to me since ya consider me ya friend." He walked over and gave them a great bear hug. "Right then," he said after letting them go. "I've got some work for Dumbledore, top secret."
"Then you'd better stop telling us about it, Hagrid," Harry said with a laugh remembering his first year at Hogwarts. "Take care, Hagrid."
"Ya too, 'Arry, 'Ermione," he yelled as he walked off, and headed into the crowd.
"I like Hagrid," Hermione said, as they started to walk again.
"Me too," Harry replied. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and blushed slightly when he pulled away. The shade of Hermione's face was a deeper red. "I love you."
"And I you," Hermione pulled toward the book store, "We need to get our books. And some other things."
"okay." Harry wanted to kiss her some more.
"We can kiss later."
"Yes," Harry said under his breathe, but loud enough for Hermione to hear it. She just laughed. Harry hurried and caught up with his girlfriend, holding her hand.
They finally reach Flourish and Blotts, it wasn't crowded for once. But it was around lunch time and people were probably off eating lunch. Hermione was so excited; Harry had to stop her from running off. "Listen," he said, "let's get our books for school first, then you can browse and shop. And I'm still paying."
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione gave him a kiss on the cheek then pulled him away, so they could get the books that they needed.
After a few minutes, they had all the books on their list. Harry was rather surprised with the potions one; Deadly Concoctions and Poisonous Remedies. The idea of brewing the deadly potions was frightening to him. It was very possible that those potions could be used again them. But Hermione told him not to worry as much and Harry dropped the subject. With all their school books in their hands, Hermione showed Harry around the store, talking about everything single book that she read. And Harry loved every minute of it. He loved to hear her voice and how happy it was. He loved to see the sparkle in her eyes as she talked about books and knowledge. "Harry? Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Huh?"
"Are you even listening too me?" she demanded.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking how beautiful and wonderful you are," Harry replied. He smiled at her.
Hermione blushed immediately, and looked down, trying to hide her red face. A small, shy smile was on it. "Thank you, Harry," she said, and Harry lifted up her head, so he could look into her eyes.
"You're welcome, 'Mione." Harry moved in and kissed her softly. Both their eyes were closed, and Hermione dropped her books as she reached up and hooked Harry's neck.
"I'm sorry," another familiar voice said. Harry and Hermione released each other and smiled before looking at the source.
"Ron?" Harry asked. The red haired, freckled face and tall friend smiled when he saw his old friend.
"Harry, is that you?" Ron replied. He walked over slowly. Harry smiled and lifted up his long bangs to show the bolt shaped scar on his for head. "It is you." He hugged Harry tightly. "I thought you were dead." He released him and gave him a weird look. "You're not a ghost or something, are you?"
"No Ron, I'm not," Harry laughed.
"And whose this cute girl you're dating?" Ron asked, smiling down at her.
Hermione playfully hit Ron's arm. "It's me, Ron, Hermione," she said, smiling.
"Hermione," Ron repeated, shocked. "I'm sorry I didn't even recognize that it was you." His smile disappeared. "Oh, you two are going out." Both Harry and Hermione's smile disappeared. Hermione just nodded. "Well, I'm happy for you I really am."
"It's good that you've accepted your friends' choice, much like Harry did when you and Hermione went out," Roland had appeared at the end of the aisle, he was looking in a book. Harry watched Ron turn a bright red. Roland slowly put it back and walked over to Ron, holding his right hand out. "Hey, I'm-"
"Roland Childe," Ron said, staring at the hand that was in front of him. "The Greatest Keeper in the wizarding world. Sir, it is an honor to meet you." Ron took the hand carefully and shook it.
"Well, thank you, I think," Roland replied. "But please, just call me Roland, alright." He smiled at Ron. Harry was surprise to see Ron grown so much. He was now about 6'2''. "But, I'm not the greatest any more, I've retired."
"Why; you happened to be the youngest captain in the history of-"
"Quidditch, I know," Roland rubbed between his eyes. "But my knee's been bothering me for the past year and half, and what with my other job and all, I just can't handle the amount of energy that I lose during practices and matches." Ron frowned. "But I'll be happy to teach my knowledge when we get to Hogwarts." His face lit up.
"You're going to Hogwarts, but I thought you taught at the American school?"
"Geez, what do they put in that paper?" Roland asked. "I'm not a teacher, hell; I barely was in class last year I was working so hard."
"What is your job?" Ron asked, Roland lead him away, giving Harry and Hermione some more alone time. He looked back at Harry, who mouthed a 'thank you' to him as they left.
"We really owe Roland," Hermione smiled at Harry.
"Yes, we do," Harry said, he returned the smile. "Where were we?" and moved in to kiss her again, but some one came down the aisle and interrupted them.
"I see that you and Mr. Potter haven't wasted any time," they released again, Harry sighed.
"Can't we be left alone?" he asked, turned to see who it was. There stood their transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall. "Professor, I'm sorry, I, we didn't know that it was you."
"Quite alright, Harry," she replied.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, "If you don't mind me asking." Harry quietly wrapped his arms around her, a smile on both of their faces.
"Not at all, Ms. Granger," McGonagall said. "Professor Jordan?" a man stepped out from behind on of the shelves. He was tall, and had the darkest green eyes Harry had ever seen. The brown hair that covered his head was as unruly as Harry's. He wore a black cloak; it was buckled with a green pendant shaped like a lantern. "Professor Jordan is out new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. He originally taught in America, and has never been in Diagon Alley before. So he asked to be shown around, isn't that right."
"Yes, it is, Minerva," Jordan said, "Also, I was owled that some of my books had come in, so I need to find a place called," he pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket, "Flourish and Blott's."
"Oh," Hermione replied. "It was very nice meeting you, professor." She sunk into Harry's arms, rather frightened by the man. Harry, too, felt something. It was a strange thing. He felt guilty for everything little thing that he did wrong. And he was scared by this man too, just something about him.
"Yes," Harry added, out of courtesy. "It was nice."
The professors turned to leave, but Professor Jordan stopped. "You'll need one more book, I know it wasn't on the list, but I got here late and didn't have time to add. It's called Elemental Dynasty: Past and Present."
"Better make it two," Professor McGonagall said, "there some creatures that professor Dumbledore wants you to work on this year, so also pick up Powerful Creatures." Hermione giggled, and Harry was forcing down a laugh. "I know it's a corny title, but the info that the book has is rather good."
"Okay, professor," Harry said, "and thank you."
"Well," Hermione said, "you heard the professor, let's go find those books." A smile was on her face as she bent down to pick up the first set of books that she dropped. Harry crouched down to help her.
"Here, let me carry them; you pick up our books and any other ones that you want," Harry took the pile of books in her arms and added them to his.
"Thank you Harry," Hermione blushed again, and Harry softly touched her cheek. They stood up and she wrapped her arm around his, a smile on both their faces. Together, hand in hand, they walked around the book store, looking for the last of their books, and the ones that Hermione wanted. Again, Harry gladly paid for them when they left, his arms filled with bags that held all their books. A woman screamed form down the road. "Death Eaters!" Soon someone else yelled. "They've brought a dementor!" The crowd began to panicked and run the opposite way of the screams. Harry pulled Hermione closer, trying to protect her. Both arms wrapped around her tightly as he backed into the book store.
"Are you alright?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Yeah," she replied, smiling at him.
They tried to find a hiding place in the store, but wanted to see what was happening. Soon, Harry and Hermione saw the effects of the Death Eaters attacks. Several bright green lights buzzed past them, killing the targets instantly. Then the dementor walked by. Harry felt horrible, he kept hearing his parents' death all over again, and now Sirius's was there too. But he tried to remain strong. He looked down at Hermione, frozen out of fear. She was reliving what Steven did to her. In a flash, she was in Harry's arms, being rocked back and forth.
The dementor walked over to where Harry and Hermione were hiding, sniffing the air. /oh god, it smells us./ Harry prayed that it didn't find us. But in less then an instant the pain, the fear, all of it went away. "Blast things, more trouble then they're worth," it was a demon's voice; Harry heard it before, when Roland saved them. He looked up, and saw Fallen standing over the decapitated body of a dementor. The man's black robe danced in the wind, and his hollow eyes shown through the darkness within his hood. "If I had my way, they'd all be dead."
"Fallen?" Harry asked, Hermione looked up and nearly screamed when she saw what she thought was another dementor. "No, 'Mione, that's Fallen." She was just confused, "I'll explain later." She nodded and searched for shelter in his arms.
"I'll take care of the problem, Harry," Fallen said. He floated out into the street, and sliced a sword through the last Death Eater that pasted. The rest of the Death Eaters turned around at the man's scream. "I am Fear," he started, but not another word came out when one of the Death Eaters yelled. "Cruitius (A/N: Spelling for that spell) Spells, now." In a single voice, they yelled. "CRUCIO!"
Roland took the full hit of very single spell, but he didn't move. Dust was thrown into the air, and Harry couldn't see Fallen anymore. But he continued the speech that he started. "I am Pain, I am Sorrow, I am Anger." He paused for a moment. "I am the Fallen!" Some of the death Eaters twitched, they knew of warning the Dark Lord gave them. "And you shall pay." Another sword appeared in his other had. Fallen charged forward and sliced right through the ranks.
After a few minutes of Fallen's attack, there was silence, utter silence. Not a word was spoken, no one moved. Harry wanted to stand up and see what had happened, but Hermione didn't move, or rather want to move. "Don't leave me, Harry," she said, and wrapped her hands around his waist. Harry just rubbed her shoulders.
"I won't," he replied. He smiled down at her. "I'm proud of you, 'Mione."
"Why?" Hermione asked. Harry just laughed, and ran his fingers through her cinnamon hair.
"Because, you're beating this thing," Hermione looked up at him. "You're standing here, no longer crying or even shaking. Hermione, you're strong. Stronger then I'll ever be." Harry smiled at her and she laughed.
"Yeah right, I'm stronger then Harry Potter." The sarcasm was dripping off her words.
"I'm not kidding Hermione," Harry replied, "I could never be as strong as you've have been this summer." Hermione blushed severely. "I mean it, I look up at you, Hermione." She stared him. "Metaphorically speaking." And a sweet laugh came from the sweet girl.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione hugged him, a smile on her face again. She slowly let go. "What's going to happen now?"
"I don't know," Harry placed an arm on her shoulder, "Probably the Aurors will come and try to find out what happened, Fallen will leave, and there will just be a big mess to clean up." Hermione giggled. "Honestly, I don't know. The ministry is going to have a hard time explaining how Death Eaters could get into Diagon Alley, let alone a dementor."
"They will have a hell of a time, won't they," Roland said; they quickly turned around to see him standing there, placing his hat back on and then his sunglasses. "But they'll have a harder time explained that man who defeated all of them." A smile crossed his face.
Harry couldn't help but smile. "You did a good job out there," he said.
"Shh, not too loudly," Roland replied, it was at whisper, "I prefer people not to know that it's me out there." His voice returned to its normal volume. "I was trying to hide from Heather when they attacked. She wants me to get a hair cut, so don't tell her-" Roland had started to walk away.
"Don't tell me what?" Heather appeared in the front of the store, and was glaring at Roland. Harry could tell he was rolling his eyes. "I was looking all over for you. Where have you been?" she walked over to him.
"Around," Roland replied. "When the Death Eaters came-"
"Of course, you had to help," Heather said, "but I still want you to get that hair cut."
"I like my hair the way it is, thank you very much." Harry was holding back a laugh, and Hermione was covering her mouth to prevent herself from laughing. Both of them thought it was extremely funny to see too people who refuse to accept the fact that they like each other were acting as if they had been going out for years.
"For me, please," Heather asked. Roland sighed, and took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair.
"For you," Roland replied, she squealed and grabbed his hand, pulling him off toward the nearest hair salon.
Harry couldn't hold his laughter in anymore, and start to laugh as soon as they were out of sight. Hermione soon joined him. "They are getting worse every day," Harry finally got out.
"I know," Hermione replied, both of them were breathing hard. "I glad that we got our feelings out in the open."
"Me too," Harry said, "I'd hate to see us acting like." Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, that would be pretty funny," Hermione said, "But speaking of hair cuts, you could use one."
"Yeah, I know," Harry picked up one of his bangs. "It is getting long, isn't it?"
"Just a bit, Harry," Hermione walked over and picked up another one. "I would like to see your eyes."
"You are going to get one too?"
"Maybe, if I find a style I like," Hermione said, she grabbed his free hand, the other filled with their bags. "C'mon."
"Yes, teddy bear," Harry replied, and gave her a quick kiss before they started to walk. Already the Aurors appeared, and they were luck enough to get away just before any of them started to ask questions. No one noticed a man in a blood red robe and black hair standing in the corner observing the events that transpired. He simply apparated away, a smile on his face, showing the pointy teeth that he had.
Once at the hair salon, Harry saw Heather sitting there, reading a wizardry magazine on the cloths and new make-up products. Roland was off in the back with a couple of the hair dressers standing around him "Hey," Hermione said and took a seat next to Heather. They immediately began to talk about hair styles and cloths. /its amazing how fast a person could change,/ Harry thought. He remembered that Hermione never liked to talk about cloths and perfumes and make-up, rather books that she read and the information that they held. But after their summer at the X-mansion, she began to be more talkative and more 'girly' as Ron called it last year.
"How's Roland?" Hermione asked, Harry walked over and took a seat next to her.
"Upset," Heather replied with a smile, "The ladies who work here are giving him a hard time about how bad his hair is and everything. I think he's ready to hit one of them if he hears another sarcastic remark."
"I don't doubt it," Harry said, Hermione rested on his shoulder. "He's been calm lately though."
"That's because he's been working more often," Heather sighed, "an attack happens near him and no other Hunters can reach there in, Roland is forced to take it."
"So what's going to happen at Hogwarts?"
"There's a few people who are taking over the London area for him." Heather was looking at Roland. She crossed her legs and turned to Harry and Hermione. "You see, there are about twenty Hunters in the world, at any given time. And most of them are always traveling. Roland is the youngest as of right now, so he had a more concentrated area that he controlled. But is also one of the most powerful. The most powerful, I think."
"How powerful is a hunter?" Hermione said. She yawned and Harry told her to rest. He'd fill her in later.
"Pretty powerful, not many are wizards like us. They may call themselves wizards, but their magic is a different source." Heather looked back at Roland. "When he's' at full strength, Roland can destroy a city in a blink of an eye. But he's rarely there; his job takes a massive toll on his body and his energy levels." She sighed. "If he pushed himself too far, he could kill himself." Heather looked down at her lap. "And I don't want that to happen."
"It'll take a lot to kill me though," Roland said, Heather looked up with a smile on her face. Roland's hair was a lot short; he didn't have it slicked back any more. Instead it was spiked up, in all sorts of directions. "I think it's me what do, you say?"
"I like this look better then your long hair, Roland," Heather replied.
"I know." Roland smiled at her. "I take it your here for a hair cut as well?" Harry nodded. "Don't ask for anything too complicated, these idiots can't figure out which end of a scissors is pointy." Harry laughed. "Heather and I have a few things that we need, so we're going to pick them up. Why don't we meet you at Three Broomsticks, and from there go to dinner? I see if I can find Remus and Tonks." Roland spun his hat on his finger before placing it on his head.
"That's fine," Harry said. He looked down at Hermione, she was peacefully sleeping. They had woken up early, and she'd been sleeping badly lately anyways.
"Excuse me sir," this woman came up to them. "Do you want a hair cut or something?"
"Um, sure," Harry replied, "just a little trim though." He prayed that was all this woman was going to do.
"Okay, why don't you come with me," she said, "and don't worry about your girlfriend, she's safe here. And there are Aurors outside, looking for anymore Death Eaters." She offered a friendly smile.
"Fine," Harry was still worried about her.
"Just a trim, relight," Harry nodded. In a few moments, his long shaggy hair was gone and it was back to being its short unruly hair. Harry got up and thanked the lady, paying her the fee. He walked over to Hermione's side and sat down next to her, she immediately used his shoulder as a pillow. He shifted and placed an arm around her, and shook her gently. "Hey, teddy bear."
"Hey," she smiled up at him and yawned.
"It's been a busy day," Harry said.
"Yeah, I haven't been sleeping well lately."
"I know, I usually wake up when you do." Harry smirked and received a playful hit on the arm. "You okay?" Harry's voice showed concern and care.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hermione said. "Can we go get some dinner?" she looked up with puppy-dog eyes at Harry, a smile crossed her face.
"Anything for you, beautiful," Harry replied, and she blushed a deep red. They stood up, Harry grabbing all their bags. Hermione wrapped her arms around his free one, and rested her head on his shoulder. A smile was on both their faces as they left the hair salon.
"I like the hair cut," Hermione finally said, they walked in silence for a while, their love strong enough so that they didn't need words. "I can see your eyes now."
"Thanks, 'Mione," Harry replied. "I like the fact that I can see yours too." She blushed again. Again a long period of silence, this one wasn't broken until they reached Three Broomsticks. Roland was standing outside, smoking a cigar.
"Nasty habit, smoking is," He said, "Probably should quit it before I go to Hogwarts." Roland put it out in the center of his palm, much like Logan did the professor caught him smoking inside the school. The smell of burning sulfur and tar could be smelt as Roland's skin burned. Once the cigar was out, the skin immediately healed it self, as he waved a hand over it. "Gotta love wandless magic." He offered a smile, while Harry chuckled and Hermione glared at him. "What?"
"Really, Roland," Hermione said with a smile, "What would Heather say if you were showing off?" It was the first time that either of them had seen him blush at all. Roland's face was deep red, a shy smile on his face. "I thought so."
"Just don't tell her about it," Roland replied, "I don't want to be on her bad side, again."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Ever hear the phrase, 'thou hath no fury like that of a woman's scorn.'?" Both Harry and Hermione nodded. "I've seen Heather's bad side once and I never want to see it again." They both started to laugh at Roland as he entered Three Broomsticks. Hermione quickly composed herself and followed him in, pulling Harry who still was laughing.
"Really Roland," Heather was saying to him as they walked over to the table that they were sitting at. "You need to stop showing off." She was looking at his hand and had her wand over it; it burned a light blue before extinguishing itself. Roland rubbed his hand as he pulled it away.
"Told you so," Hermione smiled at him. Harry just stood next to her, laughing again.
Heather stood up, shooting glances at Hermione and Roland. "What happened, Roland?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied, standing up. "I was thinking about a restaurant near by, from there, we can simply come back and use the Floo powder to return. I'm paying so don't even bother saying anything other wise."
"Stop showing off," Heather punched his right arm, Roland simply stood there, didn't even bothering to rub.
"Told you so," Hermione reply, and laughed as she ran out, Harry quickly followed her, knowing Roland was beginning to get irritated.
The restaurant that they went to was a simple place. It wasn't crowded, and Roland assured them that no one would hear their conversation. Hermione wanted to know more about the hunters and his job, so he talked about it, purposely avoiding some topics, like how you become one and how to spot a demon. Harry finally got him on a topic that was worth hearing about; Fallen. "How were you still standing after all those Crucio spells?" he asked.
Roland cut up a piece of his stake, "I didn't get hit," he said, and stuck the piece of steak in his mouth, chewing it a few times before swallowing it. "The spells passed through a portal that I surrounded my body with and I sent them to one place."
"Where?" Hermione asked.
Roland paused for a moment before answering. "Remember that demon I meet in that store this morning?" Everyone nodded. "I doubt he's alive right now." Roland took a sip of his wine. Heather just shook her head, while Hermione just stared at him. Harry looked down at his plate. "I did my job, protecting those I was asked to do so." He said as he placed the glass down.
Hermione just glared at him, she was angry, and Roland knew why. "Are you always that cruel?" she asked.
Roland tented his fingers and looked over them at Hermione, his hat was off, but his sunglasses remained on. The glare of his hollow eyes was still there. When he spoke it was soft and controlled, almost a whisper. "There is this one demon; Terra Infruma is the name they we Hunters call it. No gender, though I will call it a 'he' for the sake of simplicity. His job is to torture teenagers; by using their fears to his advantage. Most of them girls." Roland trailed off, she gasped at what he was saying. "And he remembers it all, even the fear that they feel. Terra Infruma enjoys it, he relishes in the fear and pain. And every time I face one, I am forced to witness all that he has done and pass judgment. By order of a higher being." His voice became cold and mean. "By order of a higher being. Do you know what that means?" Roland repeated himself, his anger growing, she shook her head no. The calmly slipped his hand over to hers, and gave it a small squeeze.
"That means I have no choice in doing this," his voice was louder then it was before, but still barely above a whisper. Everyone heard him loud and clear though. "I am forced to view each and every poor girl being." again his voice trailed off, /at least he is trying to be courteous about it,/ The thought. "My parents taught me about compassion and forgiveness; and when I was given his job, I was told an 'eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth'. Those were my choices in my judgment, compassion or equality. I have the power and the ability to force those demons to feel hell, but I choose not to. I banish them from this place and allow the higher being to pass judgment. But when I choose to pass judgment, as I do with all of those demons, it is always swift, it is always quick." Roland paused for a moment. "And it is always painful." He stood up and placed five twenties on the table from his coat. "They say justice is blind. Only when I choose to be can I be considered blind." Roland started to walk away but stopped just before he was an ear shot away. "That is for dinner, I will meet you back at Sirius' place. And don't wait up for me." He walked out, his coat dancing behind him. Roland's appearance was that of a spirit, as his feet could not be seen from the cut of his jacket.
They sat there, finishing their dinner, and once the bill came, Heather placed the hundred dollars with it on the center of the table. Heather walked ahead of The and The; they were quietly talking about what Roland had said. After all they had a lot to discuss.
* * * * * *
Roland went bursting into the nearest church, and immediately, smoke began to pour from every pore in his body. He was breathing hard, and in a lot of pain. But he didn't stop running until he reached the front pew. There, Roland stopped and knelt, he coughed from the smoke. "What are you doing here?" a man's voice asked. It was cruel and mean, almost angry.
"Praying for forgiveness," Roland replied, and stood up; he took a sit in the pew and stared forward. He didn't bother to look back to see who it was, he knew the answer. All the horrible things that Roland acquired in his life were coming back to his mind; he had a hard time controlling his feelings about them.
"God has no forgiveness for creatures like you," the man said.
"Funny," Roland chuckled, "I could say the same about you." The man growled. "After all, you did nearly destroy this planet, and almost commit genocide. Not to mention took the ideas of pride and vengeance to their next levels." He coughed again, the smoke getting thicker; his insides were beginning to burn.
"I was given that choice, Childe," the man replied. "I regret all those choices that I made. And this is the punishment that I have received for those choices."
"And I am to be damned for a choice that I didn't make, but rather the man who is the reason for my existence, Jordan?" Roland turned around and raised an eyebrow at the man. He was floating above the ground, darkness at the ends of his cloak. It hung on his head, but did not hide it. The man's face was ghostly pale, and a simple green mask hid his eyes and nothing else.
The man paused for a moment. "It is the will of God."
"God does not exist," Roland snapped and looked forward.
"And yet I find you here," Jordan said, "in the main place where God is worshiped."
"Call it a haven if you will; the true ones can not enter here, so here I stay." Roland grunted in pain, it was growing in his stomach. "If only for a little time." He coughed again, the smoke just stayed around him.
"You are fighting a worthless battle, Childe," Jordan floated over to him. "You can not beat who you are."
"I'm going to give it my all." A thick haze surrounded him, and Roland could barely see the cross up on the wall in front of him.
"Creatures like you deserve to be destroyed," he spat out.
"I agree," Roland said, he was squeezing his palms, cutting them open from the pain. "That is why I fight against them." Roland started to stand up, he couldn't stand the pain.
"You cause any harm to either of them," Jordan started. He pushed Roland back down.
"Cool it, Professor," Roland smirked at him. "Yes, I know about the job you have taken, was it to watch over me or them?"
"Both," Jordan replied.
"Fine, I don't care," Roland stood back up and phased through Jordan. "But I do care about their safety, they will survive this year, and I promise you that." Roland's body turned all black and collapsed into a pile of fine dust. "Even if I do not, Hal Jordan."
"That was your first and final warning, Demon," Hal said as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. The candles in the church extinguished themselves.
* * * * * *
Harry woke up to sound of a crow cawing. "Quiet, Magnus, it is late," a voice said. Harry blinked for a moment. "I doubt you'll be able to see me, Harry." He looked over to the window and saw a man crouching on the edge. A crow sat there silently, looking all over the place.
"Roland, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. He sat up and looked down at Hermione; she was peacefully sleeping next to him. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, and he didn't want move that position, she looked so comfortable.
"Shh, Harry," Roland jumped down into the room, careful not to hit the crow's head on the top of the window. "Hermione's still sleep and I don't want her to wake up. In fact-" Roland waved a hand over her and she let out a peaceful sigh. "That'll kept her asleep until this morning."
"No dreams?"
"No dreams." Despite the darkness, Harry could see the smile on Roland. "I've made a decision, Harry. One that I've thought about long and hard."
"What does it have to do with Hermione and me?" Harry unconsciously began to pet Hermione's hair.
"I've decided to judge, a human to be more exact." He turned back to the window and looked out it. "You know him; Hermione knows him a bit too well."
"Steven?" Harry asked; he only watched Roland's head go up and down.
"I have given him a year to change, with or without outside interference. I doubt he'll listen to anymore, as the time is not long enough for a person to outwardly change, but it is enough for an effort and a chance of a future." Roland watched the clouds pass over the moon.
Harry just thought about what he heard, Roland was going to decided whether or not to kill Steven. The monster that hurt Hermione. But for some odd reason Harry felt sorry for the guy. He didn't deserve that; he didn't deserve to die. Maybe to be placed in prison for the rest of his life, but not death. "Why?' Harry simply asked.
"Hermione said so herself, he is a demon," Roland turned around and looked at him. "A demon is simply a name used for the vilest of creatures, the cruelest beings in existence. One actions describe their fate, and by acting cruel, mean, ruthless, a name is branded, demon." Roland looked like he was sorry for his choice. "I am simply doing my job, I was asked to make a choice in wither or not to kill him. The higher being wanted it soon, but I believe in second chances, for everyone." Roland trailed off, but Harry thought he heard. "Including me."
"So a year is all he has left to live?" Harry looked back at Hermione.
"No, but his fate will be decided by then. Until then I am not allow to act for or against him." Roland looked back at the window, but his crow kept its eyes on Harry. Its pale yellow eyes, much like fallen. Their pierced his very soul and he felt that he was being judged. "Relax, Magnus, Harry's on our side." Roland looked at the bird. "I disagree; he has a lot of potential, along with the girl." Again silence. "You of all people should know better then to judge a person too soon."
"Roland; are you talking to the bird?" Harry eyeballed him.
"Oh," he looked back at Harry, "sorry, I've had Magnus so long that I forget other people can't hear him." He held up a hand. "Magnus is a familiar, Harry, A creature that is created by a wizard to help and guide him through out life. And every familiar has a special bond with its creator, thus telepathy between the two." He looked up at the owl and scratched under its beak. "And it usually takes certain traits of its creator. Along with a lot of energy." Roland's face turned back to Harry. ""Magnus has been working for me, taking letters back and forth between other hunters, organizing it so I could go to Hogwarts without having to worry about my job."
"Cool," Harry smiled, "Can any one create a familiar?"
"Yeah, but it takes a lot of power. I don't doubt if professor Dumbledore doesn't have one." Roland climbed up back on the ledge. "I'll tell you more tomorrow, Hermione would probably like to hear about it." He jumped out, and disappeared out of sight.
Harry sighed. He slowly lied back down, and Hermione moved so that he wouldn't be on her. A soft, sweet smile was on her face, and Harry loved it. She was so beautiful and enjoyed just being with other. And her life was more important then his, but he doubted that she would be able to live without him. Harry knew that he couldn't, what he felt for her was indescribable. It was love pure and simple. He felt this warm feeling when ever she was around, whenever she touched him. It was wonderful, a feeling of joy and happiness all the time. And he loved Hermione with all his heart and soul.