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Harry Potter

And the

Prisoner of Azkaban

Hermione_Harry

Chapter 6: An Unexpected Place

Ron and Hermione both looked at Dumbledore expecting him to tell them what was going on, but Dumbledore was too busy looking at the Gryffindor Sword Harry used in his Second Year.

A minute or two later in came Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall head first. And after them were two students that the trio never imagined they were going to see in this office: Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were curious as to why Dumbledore would want to talk to Ginny and Draco (at the same time, Ron gritted his teeth seeing his sisters boyfriend. He was holding back his temptation of running up to him and make him into a bloody pulp. But he held back. Partly because he didn't want to make a fool out of himself and partly because there were other times when he would have the advantage. He grinned. That would be a satisfying day.) Draco and Ginny were thinking the same. The Slytherin was eyeing the trio, especially Hermione; she didn't notice.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and the people in the room looked at him. "I brought you two here today because I need to say something to all of you. But before we do that, Minerva would you please be so kind as to close the door?"

Minerva nodded and closed the door with a soft "click".

"Now it is…difficult…to put this in words but…hold out your right hands…" Said Dumbledore.

The famous trio and the loveable couple looked at each other questionably. They all stuck out their hands towards the wise old Professor.

"Hmm…" Dumbledore eyed each hand. He decided to speak. "Mr. Malfoy, would you please tell me where you got that ring?"

Everyone looked at Malfoy and his ring.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes and took a moment to answer, "I found this ring under my bed by accident."

"And what were you doing under your bed?" asked Dumbledore.

He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth; but nevertheless, answered.

"My quill fell onto the floor and when I tried to pick it up, it went even deeper under my bed. So, I crawled under my bad to get it and I pulled it out. That's when I found this ring."

"Hmm…" he paced awhile and looked at Ginny's hand, "…and you Miss. Weasley?"

"I found my ring by accident. You see, I was drinking some of my tea from my new teapot and I became distracted," At remembering what she was thinking at the time of the incident, it made Ginny blush. Ron looked at her suspiciously while narrowing his eyes at Malfoy at the same time. Incidentally, Malfoy was also curious as to what Ginny was thinking at the time. "I started choking. I tried to call for help but I couldn't say anything. So then I just started to punch myself in the stomach and then it just popped out of my throat and onto my bed.. When I saw what it was, I almost fainted…"

"Hmm…" Dumbledore repeated. He looked at the last person who had a ring: Hermione. "Miss. Granger?"

"Umm…well, Professor Dumbledore if you don't mind I prefer not telling my story. I would want to keep it in secret."

Harry and Dumbledore looked at her. As did everyone else.

The wise old man smiled.

"My dear Hermione, I must know why and how you got your ring. Please there must not be any secrets here…"

Hermione smiled weakly.

"I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore that I feel is best that you all see it for yourselves…if you know what I mean…I mean, it's a tad bit difficult if you just hear it because you need to see it…Plus, I can remember it like it was yesterday…" Said Hermione very quietly.

Dumbledore nodded and stroked his chin, "Yes, I know what you mean and I think its better too. But I want you to think carefully…Are you absolutely sure you want to so this?" asked the wise old Professor with seriousness.

"I am absolutely sure."

Dumbledore looked at her for a moment and nodded his head.

"Now I want you to think on this memory Hermione." Dumbledore said with firmness.

"Yes, of course."

Everyone in the room were watching intently on what was happening between Dumbledore and Hermione.

Hermione pulled out her wand from her robe pocket, raised the wand to her temple and placed the tip roots of her brown hair. When she withdrew it, some silvery substance came away, stretching from temple to wand like a think gossamer strand, which broke as she pulled the wand away from it.

"What's that?" said Ron looking horrified.

No one answered him.

Dumbledore pulled out the blue glowing drawer and inside they all found the origin of where it was coming from. I was a shallow stone basin engraved with runes and symbols lay in a pool of candlelight. Plus the strange sort of looking substance that was in the bowl was similar to that of Hermione's memory. The substance was silvery white, neither gas nor liquid.

Everyone looked at it; and then at Dumbledore. Hermione approached the stone basin and still with the wand with her memory in her hand. With the tip of her wand close the stone basin, her memory fell gracefully into the Pensieve, where it swirled silvery white, the same as the substance inside.

Dumbledore looked at them all and said, "Well, everyone come closer so that we can see Miss. Granger's memory…Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, do you want to come with us?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione as though asking for permission.

Hermione nodded and said, "Oh Professor…I would really like of you to come. I feel that it is a real need of you to come and see this for yourself." She glanced at Professor Snape. "And you too Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall came very quickly while Professor Snape came just as quickly but with a sour face.

"Now, we shall all go in one at a time. Harry, you go first; Ron you go second; Hermione you go in — "

"Um, Professor? I'm staying here. I don't think that I need to go; everything is self explanatory." said Hermione.

"As you wish, Miss. Granger." he replied. "Any other questions?"

"Yeah, how exactly are we supposed to get in?" asked Ron wide-eyed.

"Just watch Harry, Mr. Weasley…"

Dumbledore carried the stone basin to his desk and he gave the contents a small prod with the end of his wand. The silvery stuff began to swirl very fast. Harry now approached the Pensieve; he leaned forward over it and saw that it had become transparent. He was, once again, looking down into a room as though through a circular window in the ceiling…The room seemed to have an old woman on a bed…

His breath was actually fogging up the surface of Hermione's thoughts. At once, the floor of the office lurched, tipping Harry headfirst into the Pensieve.

Y f Y

Hermione looked away; not wanting to see anymore. She waited and watched Fawkes in the corner of her eye, seeing how the bird was staring at her as well.

Professor Dumbledore coughed.

Hermione turned around, startled. He was alone. The rest of them must've jumped in already.

"We'll be right back, Miss. Granger…"

She nodded.

And with that the Professor was gone.

She turned her head back towards Fawkes. He was still watching her intently. Funny, his stare reminded her of Dumbledore; with a hidden gleam in both their eyes.

She smiled.

"You are a pretty bird, aren't you?" She cocked her head to the side, still smiling. "And smart, too."

The portraits of past Headmasters (and Headmistresses) looked at them both intently.

Hermione approached the bird without any care in the world. Looked at it straight in the eyes, and petted it. "You know, I know the final battle will begin soon. Too soon, in fact…" her face darkened. "And those followers to the Dark Lord are still roaming free; killing innocent muggles, muggle-borns, and half-bloods at will. Just because they are not to their level. And…" -her face softened a tad bit- " and poor Harry has to suffer through all of this. Dumbledore too of course; but he was not chosen like Harry…to fight in the final battle with that, that corpse of a scum-bag!"

Fawkes looked at her. He moved his tail (right to left) gracefully.

"But, I'm starting to have doubts…what if Harry doesn't make it back this time? What if they, gain power and kill us all or even make us their slaves? Oh no, I just can't stand it anymore…all the killing that has been taking place…the torture…" Her face became hollow.

She absentmindedly stroked the Phoenix now.

"Though, I still can't understand why Dumbledore is questioning us on our pieces of jewelry? Is there something else he was going to tell us or will? Though it does seem weird that three students have the same design on a piece of jewelry. Weird or coincidence? Coincidence or fate?" Hermione's head was spinning.

Fawkes nudged her. Startled, she looked at it. "You do know, don't you?"

He blinked in response.

She sighed and kept looking at the beautiful swan-sized scarlet bird.

Behind her, past Headmasters were jumping in and out of portraits talking about what was going on in Dumbledore's office. Though they looked at her suspiciously, they still had to tell Dumbledore what was going on.

Maybe later, one of them thought. She won't find out yet, not yet.

"You know, you're a very beautiful Phoenix…" -she sighs- "They should be back by now…my memory isn't that long."

And at that moment, out came Harry, Ron, Ginny, Draco and the rest of the Professors. All of them stood in shock. Though Ginny seemed to be somewhat touched of the heart-braking memory; she was crying, as well as Professor McGonagall; she was blowing her nose on her handkerchief.

Hermione moved away from the Scarlet-golden bird and avoided at looking at the rest of them in the eyes.

Dumbledore stood and walked over to the cabinet that was filled with oddly silvery objects. And in the middle of all that, gleamed a white and opaque. The Gryffindor Sword Harry used in his second year stood proudly there; shining like a diamond. The sword was resided in a glass case.

Dumbledore seemed to be gazing at the sword intently as though it seemed to be searching for an answer to a tough question. Then all of a sudden Dumbledore said, "There are times when a person has been given a destiny or fate. And there are also times when you don't have one at all…but you Harry, have been given the greatest destiny of all." Dumbledore still had his back to everyone and he saw at the bottom of the glass case, a little knob. Dumbledore pulled, and out came a tiny drawer. And inside this drawer was a small red silk bag tied with a gold string. Dumbledore took hold of this small bag and held it in his hand and turned around to look at them all. "Harry you have many special abilities unknown to wizard-kind that even I have never seen and will never be able to perform in my entire life…

"Your amazing speed; your amazing sense of danger; your never ending love towards certain people-" Dumbledore gave an uncertain pause and looked at Harry directly in the eyes who just blushed uncertainly. "-and care for the rest; your bravery to stand what even grown wizards cannot; your incredible magical ability that is even greater than the most power wizard of this planet. You can compare yourself to him…" Dumbledore gave him a small smile.

Malfoy made a face of disgust.

"But Professor Dumbledore , I'm not powerful at all. All of there great things that you think I've done, its all a big lie! I mean, its just pure luck! I can't do all of these things that you said I can do or have done for that matter. Professor Dumbledore, I'm just a kid with knobby knees," Harry pointed at them as he named them, "big round glasses and a weird shaped scar that everyone thinks makes me special! I'm nothing; I'm just a wizard named Harry Potter."

He sighed exasperatedly.

Dumbledore looked at him and smiled kindly. "Ah, but you have just said it yourself! You are just a wizard named Harry Potter; and there's a reason for why that's your name. And that reason was made by destiny and fate far before you were born. Harry, you were destined to be someone great; not a bad person like you think you are. You have skill Harry, you could even call yourself as smart as Miss. Granger-" Hermione blushed crimson and tried not to look too pleased with herself. "…and I just hope you have been listening to me, Harry because the thing that you need to know is about to be revealed. It's something as great importance as your prophecy in your fifth year…"

There was a moments pause. All eyes were on Dumbledore and on Harry's questionable face.

"What I am about to tell you Harry, and the rest of you, is extremely important. If you do not know this, Harry, surely you will lose in your battle with Voldemort. You see Harry, 17 years ago, when you were just an infant…in the night that has changed your life forever…you were of course with your parents. You were in your room with your mother in her arms crying. Then you stopped automatically. Your father came into the room and asked if everything was alright. At the time everything was fine, but then your father or James, sensed something. He sensed Voldemort close to his home. He warned Lily into hiding with you and she obeyed without an objection. He gave you and his wife a list hug and kiss and went downstairs to try and stop Voldemort. Your father died seven minutes later…

Harry seemed to go all dreamy.

"Then when your mother could hear Voldemort going up the steps, Lily got worried so she got up and put you in her cradle and gave you your last kiss on the forehead at the time sealing the charm she put on your skin. She kissed you in the exact same spot where your lightning bolt scar is located. Voldemort came into the room with the use of magic and — "

Then all of a sudden the room seemed to change. It started to go in circles; like a typhoon. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape took out there wands in a flash; while the Headmaster already had his out before them.

Draco looked around in a serious face; as if about ready to kill. While Ginny looked around her all frightened.

"What's going on?!" yelled Ron and Hermione and at the same time taking out their wands.

Harry still kept on looking dreamily.

"Albus! What do you reckon?!" McGonagall yelled over the noise of the swirling.

The Professor did not answer. He just kept on looking around his no-longer room; giving Harry a glance.

And still Harry looked dreamily.

Then slowly the room started to slowdown. And shapes started to form all around them. But one thing was for sure, they were not in Dumbledore's office anymore. They were in some room with a cradle and a lady with…a baby…

— Everyone's eyes widened when they saw this. Everyone except Dumbledore.—

A woman that looked at about age 27 was sitting in a rocking chair cuddling a baby in her arms. The woman had dark red hair and had bright green eyes. She seemed to be trying to get her baby to calm down, not wanting it to cause any commotion.

"Shh Harry. . . my dear little baby boy. . . please fall asleep. . . ." she cooed.

The little boy seemed to understand what his mother was telling him, so he stop crying. His mother smiled, seeing that her child was not suffering any longer. She wiped his tears away, as her cute son started to smile, revealing his eyes, exactly like his mothers.

"That's weird. You seem to know what I'm saying. . . Oh, I can bet you anything that you'll be Head Boy when your in your last year at Hogwarts! Your so smart!", she lifted him up to tickle him in his little tummy. Little Harry giggled in joy. "Oh Harry, I love you so much! Your going to be a very powerful wizard . . . I just know it . . . I can feel it in my veins. . . ."

Foot steps out side the room could be heard, a man at the same age of 27 entered the room. He had untidy black hair and had chocolate brown eyes that were covered a little bit by his black round glasses. The man smiled at seeing the two of his favorite people.

"Hi Lily . . . is he calming down?" he asked.

Lily smiled up at her husband and replied saying, "Yeah . . . oh James, he's is so darn cute!" Then, she giggled.

— Harry still looked dreamily.—

James just kept on smiling. Then all of a sudden his happy face turned into a frown. Lily noticed this, and she asked, "James? What's wrong?"

But he just lifted his hand up as if to silence her while he listened more intently. Then realizing what it was, his eyes bugged out.

"Lily, its him! Voldemort! He's here . . . go and hide . . . no I don't know where! Just hide while I hold him off!" -- He gave a kiss to his wife on the lips -- "I Love you. . .", and he hurried on downstairs while carefully locking the door with a spell.

Lily got up with her baby and walked over to his crib putting a blanket around him; and a shiny object with a hint of gold, hiding it inside her son's jean pocket , she set him down inside while giving him a kiss. Yet, she didn't know it was going to be her last. . .

The mother carefully listened to what was happening downstairs, but some of it was muffled up by the door.

— "Oh my…" whispered McGonagall; while Snape, Ron, Draco, Ginny and Hermione paled.—

"Move. . .", came the cold voice of Voldemort's.

"No! You have to go through me first if you want to get to him!", said James very bravely.

Voldemort laughed.

"Okay then, Voldemort, lets duel. . .", James said getting in his position.

Voldemort lazily lifted his hand and shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

— It seemed that Harry wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't.—

Upstairs, Lily could see green light on the crack at the bottom of the door. Then, she heard a soft thud. Meaning that James Potter, was dead.

"No. . . no . . . no . . ." , she whispered frantically, shaking her head.

He can't be! , Thought Lily.

Now, she could hear Voldemort slowly coming up the stairs. Lily decided that she would deal of what happened later, but now she had to save her son!

But, Lily couldn't help thinking that she was at Lord Voldemorts mercy. . .

No! I can't think that way! , She thought.

Then, the footsteps stopped right in front of their room. Lily immediately grabbed a hold of her wand. It was her only chance . . . to survive . . .

The door burst into millions of pieces and in came in the most dreaded man in the universe.

Lord Voldemort

He looked at her, a sneer creeping up his used-to-be handsome face. Lily, (who was in front of Harry) raised her wand. She shot a curse, but it somehow got sucked-up. It looked as though he had a barrier. The bastard wasn't even man enough to take on a few curses!

Voldemort's sneer soon became a smirk, as an heir of Slytherin would always do.

— Then Dumbledore looked at Harry who was about to do something. Harry opened his mouth and spoke the words.—

"My, my . . . feisty are we? Now move.", he drawled.

— Everyone looked at Harry who started to speak for the characters.—

"No." came the deathly whisper of Lily Potter.

He raised an eyebrow, "No?"

— Now Harry's lips were moving constantly. The characters were talking through him.—

"I said NO!", and just as Lily was about to flung another curse, Voldemort said one first.

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort shouted.

Lily's wand flew out of her hand; he caught it deftly and snapped it in two.

"No. . ." she whispered.

There's no hope now. . .he'll kill Harry for sure, she thought.

Though, Lily gathered up the rest of the courage she had left which came of years of being a Gryffindor, and faced Voldemort without a trace of fear on her beautiful face.

"You are so low . . . how can you kill an innocent little boy? He doesn't even know what he is!", Lily cried out.

— Harry started to walk towards his mum; with that dreamy state.—

"Oh but he will, you see, if he's grown and full of his powers, he will try and defeat me! And you two, James and you, were an incredibly powerful witch and wizard! Imagine what would happen if he used all that power against me!"

"You know he'll defeat you with-it or with-out-it!"

Then Lily bulged out her eyes, as if finding out a deadly secret.

— Harry now sat on the rocking chair where his mother was moments before.—

"You knew what James was in the first place! Didn't you?! You found out, by the ring!" Lily shrieked.

"Yes, and so what if I did?" --he said calmly-- "Its not as if his son will have the equal power he did!"

"Oh, you know very well Tom, that it runs in the blood! If the father hands it down to the son, his very own son will be even more powerful than his own father and mother combined! And it will form before he is age one!"

Voldemort ignored her, obviously pissed.

— Harry just watched the scene in front of him with a dreamy state.—

Lily was getting desperate now, very. Tears started to form in her bright green eyes.

"Now move!" Voldemort yelled.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl . . . stand aside, now. . . ."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead --"

Voldemort now raised his wand.

"Not Harry! Please . . . have mercy . . . have mercy. . . ."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled.

— A single precious tear shed from Harry's bright green eyes.—

A green light emitted from his wand and onto Lily. Voldemort laughed his shrilled laugh while he watched Lily scream in vain. A few seconds later, Lily and James Potter were no more.

— "My mother…my father…my home…" he said, his face darkening somehow.—

"And now, onto you. . . ." Voldemort whispered, advancing in Harry.

— Harry seemed to widened his eyes to watch Voldemort and himself more clearly.—

Baby Harry just looked at him with his big bright green eyes, innocently. Voldemort sneered in disgust.

"So your the one they say, will bring my downfall?", he thought out loud.

"But, he is just a child! No matter, I will get rid of him soon enough. . . ."

He raised his wand once again to perform the deadly spell.

— Everyone in the room widened their eyes at what Voldemort was going to do next.—

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Green light immediately came out of Voldemort's wand and hit Harry squarely in the forehead. Baby Harry started to cry because of the pain. But, the light temporarily stayed there; Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise. He tried to jerk it away.

Soon, the light bounced off little Harry ( who was now bleeding where he hit him) and went to Voldemort, totally ruining his body. By making him a mere ghost of particles. He then left.

Y f Y

"My home…VOLDEMORT RUINED MY HOME!!! My parents…THEY'RE DEAD!!! ALL BECAUSE OF VOLDEMORT!" yelled Harry now getting up from the chair. He started to kick and punch the wall with all of his anger.

Dumbledore, Snape, and Ron ran towards to stop Harry. Harry was acting like a mad man and it was starting to scare Ginny and Hermione.

"Harry, calm down…! Its over…calm down…!" said Dumbledore.

"Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! How do you expect me to calm down when my parents were murdered by a mad man?! Come on Professor Dumbledore try to answer that!!" he yelled at his stunned Headmaster.

"Harry, please calm down…we'll talk about this later…" Dumbledore said again.

"You know what?! I will NOT calm down…HE RUINED MY LIFE!!!"

"Harry, please do calm down…"

"Let go of me…"

"Come on Harry, listen to Professor Dumbledore, calm down…"

"Let go of me!"

"Mr. Potter – "

"LET GO OF ME!!!!!" And all of a sudden a small sphere erupted from Harry's chest (with a big "boom") that just seemed to cover him from head to foot. The force of the sphere knocked down Ron and Snape. Dumbledore let go and stood there in a distance watching Harry's red sphere with golden sparks; it was as if electricity were surging through him.

"Harry, please, do calm down…! We all can just talk…" pleaded Hermione with tears on her shocked and frightened face.

Harry just looked at her; his face seemed to lighten up a little bit. Everyone just looked at him…the sphere seemed to get stronger, though.

When things did calm down a little bit more, Ron asked, "Professor Dumbledore" What's that thing around Harry?"

"Its either his barrier or his force field," answered Hermione with ought even looking at him.

Dumbledore smiled.

"No Ron, we don't have that. It takes years for a wizard to develop them… and not even half of the most powerful wizards today can't even get a simple spark." explained Hermione.

"Bloody powerful, these wizards I mean,"

Draco and Ginny listened. Snape and McGonagall just watched Harry in amazement.

"Merlin's beard! He'll be as powerful as – " whispered McGonagall.

"Shh…" replied Snape.

Harry just looked at them all glaring with his now dark green eyes. With his face half-hidden by shadow (his eyes glowing in the darkness…like a dragon); his face was scary, indeed.

Then Hermione's face looked curious as if itching to ask a question.

"Yes, Miss. Granger?"

Hermione jumped but all the same asked, "Umm…where are we?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore with his glare.

"We are in Godric's Hollow or mostly known as the Potter's home."

Harry's sphere all of a sudden disappeared and the room darkened mimicking the one of a haunted house.

A/N: What do you think? Like it? Hate it? Want to marry it and hug it forever? Or kill it with an axe and then burry it? Review! Please do! If I get more than 50, then I'll post the next chappie done when I'm finished with it. And I'm very sorry that I couldn't update! L A VERY unexpected trip to Peru made me leave for seven months. *sigh* But now I'm back! By the way, I LOVE THIS CHAPTER!

Oh and the Harry and Hermione is there. Sooner or later they'll be together, don't worry. Plus, the plot thickens…*eyebrows quiver*