After Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I own Hermia, Madeline, Geri, and Henry. J.K. Rowling owns all the other characters.
A/N: (A/N revised!) Thanks to A Scottish Elf and Draco-FutureBF, the only two to review my last chapter. Oh yes, and I must say this, I put something about 'Mione (me) Weasley on the tenth chapter because I thought she reviewed the ninth chapter, but she reviewed the sixth chapter. Please R&R (or give me a Flame).
Chapter 7
"Harry, I'm home!" Hermione exclaimed as she Apparated into the living room where Harry and Hermia were seated.
"Hey," Harry replied, standing from the couch.
"So what did you and Hermia do today while I was at school?" Hermione asked, hugging Harry and placing a kiss on his cheek.
"We talked to Geri, Draco, and watched a movie," Harry answered.
"Interesting. Anything educational?" Hermione asked, grinning.
"If you count learning how not to trust an evil witch who lives under the ocean and wants your voice educational, then yes we did," Harry replied, grinning sheepishly.
Hermione shook her head and swatted Harry's arm playfully. Harry laughed, causing Hermione to start laughing.
"When you said that you were home, were you implying that you're moving in?" Harry asked, leading Hermione to the couch.
"Well I thought that since you invited me to stay, that it was some what indefinitely," Hermione replied, putting on a sad face.
"Oh Hermione, I didn't mean it like that. Of course you can stay longer," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Hermione.
"Okay," Hermione said, a smile creeping across her face.
"So do you have you clothes from Ron and yours apartment?"
"No, I tried to get them earlier, but Ron wouldn't let me in. His door was like that one door that we couldn't open in the Department of Mysteries, and the Apparation wards were up against me. I know I could have got in, but I just couldn't think since I was depressed."
"Watch Hermia for me, and I'll go get your stuff for you," Harry said before Disapparating.
When Harry got to Ron's apartment, he noticed that the door was indeed like the one door from the Department of Mysteries. How did Ron learn to do this? Harry asked himself. I'll find that out later. Harry Disapparated and landed in Ron's apartment. You'd think he would have put the wards up so only he could get in or at least the rest of the Weasley's, but to let me in? I mean I was supposed to have killed him. Maybe it's because I am supposed to be dead…Harry thought.
Harry went in search of Hermione's room and stumbled across what he supposed was some what of a mini library. He looked at the titles grabbed all the ones that looked like Hermione's (which were most of them), conjured up a duffel bag, and placed the books in there. After finding Ron's room (which was a total mess), he found Hermione's room. Using Accio, and his hands, Harry got all of Hermione's things into bags in a couple of minutes. Searching the rest of the apartment, Harry only found a few more things of Hermione's. Gathering all of the bags, Harry Disapparated out of Ron's flat just as the door was being opened.
Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl, flew threw an open window and dropped a Howler by Hermione's feet. He crashed into Harry and Harry caught hi, laughing.
"Ron still has good old Pig then?" Harry asked, letting pig fly back up.
"Yes, he's getting old though. What about Hedwig?" Hermione asked, carefully opening the Howler.
Just as Harry was about to reply, Ron's voice filled the house.
'HERMIONE, HOW DARE YOU SNEAK INTO MY FLAT TO RETRIEVE YOUR THINGS? YOU COULD HAVE GOT A FAMILY MEMBER OF YOURS TO GET YOUR THINGS FROM ME, BUT TO DISABLE MY APPARATION WARDS SO YOU COULD GET IN OR TO EVEN SOMEHOW FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET RID OF THE CHARM ON MY DOOR IS ANOTHER THING! I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU HERMIONE! AND WHAT I SAID LAST NIGHT STILL STANDS; I NEVER WANT YOU TO CONTACT ME OR ANY OF MY FAMILY AGAIN!'
The Howler shred itself up, and Hermione was in silent tears. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and tried to calm her down as she cried on his shoulder.
"Listen, I'm going to send Ron a letter letting him know that I got you stuff. Okay?" Harry asked, stroking Hermione's hair.
Hermione nodded into Harry's shoulder. Harry let go of Hermione and headed off to his den, Pigwidgeon following. Sitting down, Harry took out a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink. Carrying a sleeping Hermia, Hermione stood beside Harry as he wrote.
"She's asleep, should I put her in her bed Harry?" Hermione whispered.
"Yes and if you can, change her too please," Harry whispered back.
Hermione nodded and left Harry's den. Harry got back to the letter and was finished in a few moments.
Ron,
Don't blow up at Hermione for something I did. That's right; I took Hermione's stuff from your flat. You may wonder how I, a mere spirit coughcough can take a human's possession. Well that is for me to know, and for you to figure out.
Give poor Hermione a break. You guys just broke up (and I believe that it is for good this time), I died (though I know that you don't care about that), one of her friends are going through a tough time, yet you give her hell for helping them.
What does Mrs. Weasley think about that Ron? Remember, you had your chances with Hermione, now you lost her – for good.
Harry Potter
Harry put a curse on the letter and tied it to Pigwidgeon's leg. Pig took off, and Harry went to go look for Hermione. He checked in on Hermia really quickly, and then headed to his room. Hermione was on top of the blankets in her pajamas, reading a book.
"Thanks Harry for getting my things from Ron's flat," Hermione said, indicating her book.
"It was no problem Hermione," Harry said. "I'll see you in the morning; I'm heading off to bed."
"'Night Harry," Hermione said.
"'Night," Harry said before leaving the room.
He headed down the stairs to the living room, set out the blanket, put down the pillows, and laid down on the couch. After a lot of tossing and turning, Harry finally managed to fall asleep.
(A/N: Hmm… should I end the chapter here? Or keep going? I think I'll keep going, it would be a short chapter otherwise.)
When Harry got up in the morning, he quickly jumped into the shower, and then headed to the room where he kept Voldemort. Luckily Voldemort's body was still lying motionless in the same spot where it had been the previous day. Harry sighed in relief as he headed to Hermia's room to check in on her. Apparently Hermia heard him moving around the house, because when Harry got to her room, she giggled and hid on the other side of her bed. Harry smiled to himself, lent over Hermia's bed, and picked Hermia up.
"What are you doing up so early Hermy-baby? It's Saturday!" Harry exclaimed, tickling Hermia after he put her on her bed.
"You noisy Daddy," Hermia giggled.
"So I woke you up, did I?" Harry asked, and Hermia nodded. "Why don't you go jump on my bed and wake Hermione up?"
"Otay," Hermia replied, grinning devilishly and running out of the room.
Harry chuckled to himself and headed to the kitchen. He was almost done making breakfast when a very tired looking Hermione came in while cradling a giggling Hermia.
"I can only guess that you put her up to waking me up," Hermione said, glaring at Harry as she put Hermia down.
"Yes I did because I thought that you might like breakfast," Harry replied, giving Hermia her plate. "Did you want any?"
"Yes," Hermione said, taking a plate from Harry.
They both sat at the table when an owl flew in through the open window with the Daily Prophet. Harry took the paper and paid the owl. The owl took off, and Harry started to read the paper. A little while later - when Harry finished reading the paper and his breakfast - Draco Apparated before all of them.
"Morning Harry, mate," Draco exclaimed, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the table and sitting down.
Hermione coughed and rose from the table, taking her plate with her. Draco looked up at Hermione as if just noticing that she was there.
"What are you doing here Granger?" Draco spat.
"Now Draco, I can't let you talk to my guests like that. Hermione is staying here indefinitely, so be nice," Harry said before Hermione could reply.
"You caused Ron a lot of pain and with Ron in pain, my wife is in pain. And when my wife is in pain, I like to kill the source," Draco said, rising from his chair and pointing his wand at Hermione.
Hermione gasped and Harry stood so he was in front of Hermione.
"Hermione, take Hermia to her room, change her, then play with her while I talk to our dearDraco," Hermione nodded, grabbed Hermia and left the room. Harry cleared his throat. "Draco, put the wand down so we can talk."
Draco nodded, lowered his wand and looked at Harry. "Why is the Mudblood living here?"
"Draco, don't call Hermione a Mudblood, I can't tolerate that word. She is living here because Ron broke up with her and she needs a place to stay at," Harry calmly replied.
"How does she know that you're alive?" Draco asked.
"I asked her to help me with keeping Voldie's room magic-proof. At first she was a bit frightened, but I lured her out of her apartment," Harry simply stated.
"You love her, don't you?"
"Draco, believe me when I say that I've always loved Hermione, but I can't be with her in a relationship until I'm over Madeline's death, and she's over Ron's and hers break-up."
"Good because if you were just going to jump into a relationship with Hermione so soon after my cousin's death, I'd have to hex you."
"No, I could never disrespect Madeline's memory like that," Harry said.
"Okay, that's good to hear," Draco said, nodding. "So is You-Know-Who dead or alive?"
"Well when I checked on him earlier this morning, he was still dead. But lets go check on him now," Harry said, leaving the kitchen.
Draco followed Harry as he walked upstairs. For the second time that morning, Harry tapped the wall to reveal Voldemort's dead body. Voldemort's body still looked lifeless so Harry tapped the wall once more.
"Well I think he's dead. Should I get some Aurors to come over?" Draco asked as Harry and he made their way back down to the kitchen.
"No not yet. But I'll let you know later when you can bring the Aurors by. I want to make sure that Hermia and Hermione aren't here," Harry replied, sighing.
"I think I should go and you can tell Granger what's happening," Draco said. "Bye."
"Bye," Harry said, just as Draco Disapparated.
Harry walked back upstairs and headed to Hermia's room where Hermione and Hermia sat, playing with Hermia's toys. Hermione looked up at Harry and glared.
"Hermione, what's up? Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry asked, sitting down beside Hermione and taking her hand in his.
Hermione pulled her hand out of Harry's hands left Hermia's room.
"Hermia stay here and keep playing. I'll be back in a bit," Harry said, also leaving Hermia's room.
Harry looked in his room to find Hermione changing. He closed his eyes and sat on his bed.
"Hermione, what did I do?" Harry asked.
"Harry, look at me," when Harry didn't open his eyes, Hermione sighed. "Don't worry, I'm changed," Harry then opened his eyes and locked them with Hermione's. "How could you act so calm when Malfoy insulted me? Why didn't you do anything?"
"Hermione, I told Draco not to insult you. Besides, he couldn't have killed you," Harry said, wrapping Hermione into a hug.
"Why not? You wouldn't have stopped him!" Hermione cried.
"Yes I would have! But he couldn't have killed you since Voldemort didn't command him to kill you."
"What does Voldemort have to do with anything?"
"When you're a Death Eater, you can only kill on Voldemort's command. If you're not a Death Eater, then you can kill whom you want to," Harry explained.
Hermione nodded her understanding and stayed in Harry's arms for a few more minutes.
"I'm going to let Aurors know that I'm alive and Voldemort is dead today. Well actually Draco's telling them," Harry said, breaking the silence. "So I want you to take Hermia to Geri and Henry's flat, and then go and see your parents."
"Why do you want me to go see my parents?" Hermione asked, pulling away from Harry.
"Because Ron's most likely to come, since he is the best Auror and he'll probably go to your parents' to find you to tell you that I'm alive."
"Ron won't come looking for me," Hermione said.
"When it's something as big as finding out that your best friend from school is actually alive, you want to tell others." Harry said.
"As much as I hate admit it, you're right Harry," Hermione said, frowning.
Harry saw the look on Hermione's face, and started to laugh. Hermione started to laugh too. Hermia came running into Harry's room, trying to see what was so funny.
"Daddy, what funny?" Hermia asked.
Harry picked Hermia up and placed her on his bed and tried to calm his laughter. This only made him laugh more.
"Nothing Hermy-baby," Harry finally managed.
Hermia started to pout, but Harry started to tickle her. Hermione joined in and Hermia's laughs filled the room. When Harry and Hermione stopped tickling Hermia, Harry faced Hermia.
"Hermy-baby, how would you like it if Hermione took you to a movie while I clean up the house?" Harry asked his daughter.
"Fun, fun!" Hermia giggled, clapping her hands.
"Geeze Hermy-baby, normally you act mature, what's got into you lately?" Harry asked, picking up his daughter.
Hermia shrugged and Harry passed her to Hermione, shaking his head.
"Since when did I say that I was taking Hermia to a movie?" Hermione asked, as Harry ushered the girls to the front door.
"When we talking earlier, and when I said that you could take my car to get there," Harry said, giving Hermione his keys. "After the movie, take Hermia to her grandparents' flat," Harry wrote down the address and handed it to Hermione. "Then go to you parents'. Tell Ron when he goes over there that you're staying there."
"Okay, Tell me how everything goes," Hermione said as she waked out the door with Hermia.
"Yes ma'am," Harry said, giving a mock salute.
Hermione laughed and shook her head as she placed Hermia into her car seat. Harry went back into his house and started to tidy the place up a bit.
"Draco," Harry said into his two-way mirror.
"Yeah Harry?" Draco's image replied.
"Contact the Aurors, and then come over," Harry said.
"Okay, I'll be over in a bit. Let me contact Ron first," Draco said, his image disappearing.
Harry was in his kitchen, currently drinking a bottle of Fire Whisky. Just then, Draco Apparated right in front of him.
"Not even noon and you're drinking Fire Whisky, eh Potter?" Draco smirked.
"Yeah well, it's jus that you said that you were getting Ron to come," Harry said.
"Well he is the best Auror out there, and just happens to be my brother-in-law…" Draco said, grinning.
"Tell me, how did you continue to be free when you were a Death Eater and Ron was after all Death Eaters? He mustn't be that good if he had one married to his sister all along," Harry smirked.
"You know, I really don't know how he or Ginny never figured it out," Draco said.
"Never figured what out?" a voice said from the door.
A/N: Well that's chapter 7 for y'all. This might be the last chapter for a long time because I'm stuck on ideas for the next chapter. I have about a fourth of it written, but that's it. So if anyone has any ideas, please give them to me (either put them in a review, or send me an email at )! Thanks.
-Mari G. Potter
P.S. Also, could you please keep reviewing if you've read the story and reviewed before? Thanks.
