Whoop whoop! I'm back! I hope you like this chappy!
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"What?" Hermione asked, obviously hearing the end of the conversation. She had just walked back into the room. Both Harry and Lexi looked up at her in semi-shock.
"How can he come back?" Hermione cried. "That's not possible! Ron killed him!" Hermione leaned up against the door and squeezed her eyes shut.
While Lexi tried to calm her mother, the wheels in Harry's head were turning profusely. Then the light bulb lit up with a white, blinding shine.
"The prophesy…" Harry whispered to himself. Hermione and her daughter both looked at him with unease.
"The prophesy? What prophesy?" Lexi thought.
"There is a prophesy that I learned of in fifth year. Only I or Neville Longbottom can destroy Voldemort." Hermione cringed at the mention of Voldemort's name. You would think after all these years she would have gotten used to hearing his name.
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Neville jumped as he saw Harry Potter and Hermione Granger appear out of his fireplace. Apparently he was having a quiet evening with his wife, Ginny. Hermione looked around to see a log cabin style living room with a hardwood floor and a bear skin rug before the fireplace.
Hermione had dreaded seeing Neville and Ginny, for she didn't know if Neville knew she was back or how Ginny would react. If you remember, Ginny was the only one she kept in contact with while she was 'missing'.
The two were welcomed my two shocked faces. Hermione waved slightly to the married couple, as they sat on the couch, still obviously stunned.
"Hermione?" Neville cried in amazement. She nodded and smiled as he jumped up and attacked her with a large hug.
"Hermione! I haven't seen you in so long!" Ginny cried, pulling her overjoyed husband off the newcomers. Hermione grinned and hugged her best friend. She saw Neville also giving Harry a large hug and laughed.
"How come you're here? Is everything ok? Or are you just here for a visit?" Ginny inquired, offering the two a seat.
"Well, actually, we need to talk to you about something. Mostly Neville, actually." Harry began. Ginny sat down with a concerned look on her face and turned to her husband. Neville's eyes widened a bit and he sat up.
"I don't know if you heard, but Voldemort was supposedly destroyed." Both Ginny and Neville cringed; Ginny more than Neville, for she had had more experience with the Dark Lord. Finally they both nodded.
"Well, we think that we were mistaken. You see, we thought that Ron had destroyed him, using the Avada Kadavra curse. Bu then when her- our daughter had a nightmare that he is using her to lead him to me, we think that he might not have destroyed him. That's when I remembered The Prophesy." Neville was still in shock that Harry had said "our daughter" meaning himself and Hermione, but now it seemed like he was going to pass out.
"The Prophesy? I forgot about that." Neville said in monotone. Ginny was still thoroughly confused.
"What prophesy are we talking about here?" Harry had to re-explain it to Ginny, Neville looking like he was about to burst into tears any moment.
"Then why are you coming to Neville?" Ginny questioned. Harry stood up and began to pace, his shoes clicking on the wooded floor. Hermione looked up and watched him walk back and forth, his eye subtly twitching.
"Well, no one knows which one of us can destroy him." Harry sighed and sat down with a plop. Hermione leaned over and hugged him, trying to calm him down.
"So, what does that mean?" Ginny inquired, getting up to get drinks for everyone. Neville nodded, as if to say 'What she said'.
"It means the following: 1) we have to find out which one of us has to do the dirty work or 2) we have to wing it and both give it a try. I'm not so sure how well the second one is going to work out though." Harry continued. Ginny came back in the room with four glasses of champagne.
"Maybe it will calm us down a bit." She said quietly as she set them down on the coffee table. Harry nodded and was the first to pick his up. Ginny and Neville had continued to ask questions, and both Harry and Hermione were tired.
"How about we discuss this more tomorrow? It's getting late." Hermione added, getting up with Harry. Ginny and Neville got up also and followed them the short distance to the fireplace.
"Alright, we'll talk about this tomorrow." Ginny said as she hugged them both. Hermione threw in some powder form the canister on the fireplace and stepped in with Harry.
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Harry and Hermione both landed at Hermione's house, and were greeted by Lexi and Jamie on the couch, watching TV. They had been let home from the hospital and
"Hi Mom. Hi Harry." Lexi said, thoroughly warped into what looked like 'That 70's Show'.
"Why don't we go to my place? Those two look fine, and they're mature enough." Harry whispered to Hermione. She looked at him with astonishment. Him, thinking Jamie was mature enough to be alone with his daughter? That was an improvement.
Hermione nodded, turning back to the fireplace. Harry threw in powder from his own pouch and pulled Hermione in with him.
"12 Grimmauld Place." He announced. Once again, Hermione and Harry were sucked into the brick and landed in the kitchen of the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters she once knew. She gasped and stood up.
"I haven't been here in so long!" Hermione cried. Harry shushed her, reminding her of the portrait of Sirius' mother in the hallway. Hermione laughed at the fact that they still couldn't get rid of that portrait.
"Wait, Harry, I thought you couldn't floo into here?" Hermione questioned. He smiled.
"Special Powder" He told her as he shook the bag in her face. She nodded in understanding and walked around the kitchen table, remembering all of the special moments that happened in this house. She smiled when she remembered the twins trying to levitate the hot cauldron over to the table, and had ended up spilling it.
"Herm? You want to go to the living room?" Harry cut into her thoughts. She followed him out of the room and down the hallway. She looked up to see a drape hanging over where the house elves' heads were hung. She noticed an extra bulge in the fabric, assuming it was Kreacher.
She looked forward to see Harry opening a door and waving for her to go in first. She stepped in and breathed in the scent of fresh raspberries. For some reason Harry liked the smell of raspberries, and it made her laugh when she thought about it.
Hermione looked on the wall to see many quidditch trophies. She almost cried when she saw Harry's Firebolt hanging on the wall. He walked up behind her and she pointed to the broom.
"What, did you think I would get rid of it? Of course, it doesn't work normally anymore, and I had to get a new one, but I'm not going to get rid of it." He laughed. He took her hand and pulled her over to the couch. The couch was brown leather with matching chairs.
They both sat down and Hermione cuddled up to Harry, trying to get warm. Harry summoned a blanket from the other room and pulled it over them. Hermione breathed in the scent of his cologne and smiled.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?" She responded with her eyes closed, nestling into Harry.
"Would you like to make this little afternoon a date?" Harry asked, feeling quite awkward. He was going to ask her out, so why not make this a date?
"I would love to." She grinned. She shifted so she could face Harry. He smiled back down at her.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?" He responded, mimicking her answer from before.
"Kiss me." She told him, and he did just that.
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"Damn birds!" Harry groaned as his eyes flitted open. Sunlight was pouring like waterfalls through the windows and it sounded like birds were about to eat his house, or at least come out with a mega phone and chirp "We have you ::chirp:: surrounded!".
He looked down to see Hermione still asleep, lying on his stomach. He loved to watch her sleep. He did it all the time when they were in school. It was so peaceful to watch her just breath in and out with no other movement.
"Yo, Harry, mate, you awake?" Harry heard a voice call from the door. He mentally cursed, knowing that it was Ron, and also hoping that he hadn't woken up Mrs. Black, the amazing portrait of wonder and beauty. Not.
Before Harry could even fathom the thought of moving a muscle and getting up without waking up Hermione, Ron had walked into the room and raised an eyebrow.
"And what happened here?" Ron asked, walking over to the couch. He looked down to see Hermione still fast asleep on Harry who was know glaring at Ron with one eye open and one eye apparently still trying to sleep.
"Nothing, we just fell asleep." Harry groaned.
"Good, because mum is here." Ron added, trying to not upset his best mate. Before Harry could even shout in anger, Mrs. Weasley was already walking into the room with a large smile on her face.
"Harry dear, did we wake- oh." She stopped mid-sentence and also mid-step as she came up on the couch and saw Hermione. Now keep in mind Mrs. Weasley had also not known that Hermione was back.
"Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley whispered in amazement. Just then Hermione stirred and opened up her eyes.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Weasley." She forced a laugh as Ron's mom pounced on her with hugs.
"I'm so happy to see you! And I'm sure Fred and George will be too!" Mrs. Weasley cried as they all heard a crash in the kitchen.
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Seriously, had no idea how to end this. I know the ending SUCKED, and I'm SORRY, but I changed it like 5 billion times and I never got it how I wanted it so I'm settling with this unless I can come up with a better one.
Hope you liked it!-
Eb1981
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"What?" Hermione asked, obviously hearing the end of the conversation. She had just walked back into the room. Both Harry and Lexi looked up at her in semi-shock.
"How can he come back?" Hermione cried. "That's not possible! Ron killed him!" Hermione leaned up against the door and squeezed her eyes shut.
While Lexi tried to calm her mother, the wheels in Harry's head were turning profusely. Then the light bulb lit up with a white, blinding shine.
"The prophesy…" Harry whispered to himself. Hermione and her daughter both looked at him with unease.
"The prophesy? What prophesy?" Lexi thought.
"There is a prophesy that I learned of in fifth year. Only I or Neville Longbottom can destroy Voldemort." Hermione cringed at the mention of Voldemort's name. You would think after all these years she would have gotten used to hearing his name.
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Neville jumped as he saw Harry Potter and Hermione Granger appear out of his fireplace. Apparently he was having a quiet evening with his wife, Ginny. Hermione looked around to see a log cabin style living room with a hardwood floor and a bear skin rug before the fireplace.
Hermione had dreaded seeing Neville and Ginny, for she didn't know if Neville knew she was back or how Ginny would react. If you remember, Ginny was the only one she kept in contact with while she was 'missing'.
The two were welcomed my two shocked faces. Hermione waved slightly to the married couple, as they sat on the couch, still obviously stunned.
"Hermione?" Neville cried in amazement. She nodded and smiled as he jumped up and attacked her with a large hug.
"Hermione! I haven't seen you in so long!" Ginny cried, pulling her overjoyed husband off the newcomers. Hermione grinned and hugged her best friend. She saw Neville also giving Harry a large hug and laughed.
"How come you're here? Is everything ok? Or are you just here for a visit?" Ginny inquired, offering the two a seat.
"Well, actually, we need to talk to you about something. Mostly Neville, actually." Harry began. Ginny sat down with a concerned look on her face and turned to her husband. Neville's eyes widened a bit and he sat up.
"I don't know if you heard, but Voldemort was supposedly destroyed." Both Ginny and Neville cringed; Ginny more than Neville, for she had had more experience with the Dark Lord. Finally they both nodded.
"Well, we think that we were mistaken. You see, we thought that Ron had destroyed him, using the Avada Kadavra curse. Bu then when her- our daughter had a nightmare that he is using her to lead him to me, we think that he might not have destroyed him. That's when I remembered The Prophesy." Neville was still in shock that Harry had said "our daughter" meaning himself and Hermione, but now it seemed like he was going to pass out.
"The Prophesy? I forgot about that." Neville said in monotone. Ginny was still thoroughly confused.
"What prophesy are we talking about here?" Harry had to re-explain it to Ginny, Neville looking like he was about to burst into tears any moment.
"Then why are you coming to Neville?" Ginny questioned. Harry stood up and began to pace, his shoes clicking on the wooded floor. Hermione looked up and watched him walk back and forth, his eye subtly twitching.
"Well, no one knows which one of us can destroy him." Harry sighed and sat down with a plop. Hermione leaned over and hugged him, trying to calm him down.
"So, what does that mean?" Ginny inquired, getting up to get drinks for everyone. Neville nodded, as if to say 'What she said'.
"It means the following: 1) we have to find out which one of us has to do the dirty work or 2) we have to wing it and both give it a try. I'm not so sure how well the second one is going to work out though." Harry continued. Ginny came back in the room with four glasses of champagne.
"Maybe it will calm us down a bit." She said quietly as she set them down on the coffee table. Harry nodded and was the first to pick his up. Ginny and Neville had continued to ask questions, and both Harry and Hermione were tired.
"How about we discuss this more tomorrow? It's getting late." Hermione added, getting up with Harry. Ginny and Neville got up also and followed them the short distance to the fireplace.
"Alright, we'll talk about this tomorrow." Ginny said as she hugged them both. Hermione threw in some powder form the canister on the fireplace and stepped in with Harry.
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Harry and Hermione both landed at Hermione's house, and were greeted by Lexi and Jamie on the couch, watching TV. They had been let home from the hospital and
"Hi Mom. Hi Harry." Lexi said, thoroughly warped into what looked like 'That 70's Show'.
"Why don't we go to my place? Those two look fine, and they're mature enough." Harry whispered to Hermione. She looked at him with astonishment. Him, thinking Jamie was mature enough to be alone with his daughter? That was an improvement.
Hermione nodded, turning back to the fireplace. Harry threw in powder from his own pouch and pulled Hermione in with him.
"12 Grimmauld Place." He announced. Once again, Hermione and Harry were sucked into the brick and landed in the kitchen of the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters she once knew. She gasped and stood up.
"I haven't been here in so long!" Hermione cried. Harry shushed her, reminding her of the portrait of Sirius' mother in the hallway. Hermione laughed at the fact that they still couldn't get rid of that portrait.
"Wait, Harry, I thought you couldn't floo into here?" Hermione questioned. He smiled.
"Special Powder" He told her as he shook the bag in her face. She nodded in understanding and walked around the kitchen table, remembering all of the special moments that happened in this house. She smiled when she remembered the twins trying to levitate the hot cauldron over to the table, and had ended up spilling it.
"Herm? You want to go to the living room?" Harry cut into her thoughts. She followed him out of the room and down the hallway. She looked up to see a drape hanging over where the house elves' heads were hung. She noticed an extra bulge in the fabric, assuming it was Kreacher.
She looked forward to see Harry opening a door and waving for her to go in first. She stepped in and breathed in the scent of fresh raspberries. For some reason Harry liked the smell of raspberries, and it made her laugh when she thought about it.
Hermione looked on the wall to see many quidditch trophies. She almost cried when she saw Harry's Firebolt hanging on the wall. He walked up behind her and she pointed to the broom.
"What, did you think I would get rid of it? Of course, it doesn't work normally anymore, and I had to get a new one, but I'm not going to get rid of it." He laughed. He took her hand and pulled her over to the couch. The couch was brown leather with matching chairs.
They both sat down and Hermione cuddled up to Harry, trying to get warm. Harry summoned a blanket from the other room and pulled it over them. Hermione breathed in the scent of his cologne and smiled.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?" She responded with her eyes closed, nestling into Harry.
"Would you like to make this little afternoon a date?" Harry asked, feeling quite awkward. He was going to ask her out, so why not make this a date?
"I would love to." She grinned. She shifted so she could face Harry. He smiled back down at her.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?" He responded, mimicking her answer from before.
"Kiss me." She told him, and he did just that.
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"Damn birds!" Harry groaned as his eyes flitted open. Sunlight was pouring like waterfalls through the windows and it sounded like birds were about to eat his house, or at least come out with a mega phone and chirp "We have you ::chirp:: surrounded!".
He looked down to see Hermione still asleep, lying on his stomach. He loved to watch her sleep. He did it all the time when they were in school. It was so peaceful to watch her just breath in and out with no other movement.
"Yo, Harry, mate, you awake?" Harry heard a voice call from the door. He mentally cursed, knowing that it was Ron, and also hoping that he hadn't woken up Mrs. Black, the amazing portrait of wonder and beauty. Not.
Before Harry could even fathom the thought of moving a muscle and getting up without waking up Hermione, Ron had walked into the room and raised an eyebrow.
"And what happened here?" Ron asked, walking over to the couch. He looked down to see Hermione still fast asleep on Harry who was know glaring at Ron with one eye open and one eye apparently still trying to sleep.
"Nothing, we just fell asleep." Harry groaned.
"Good, because mum is here." Ron added, trying to not upset his best mate. Before Harry could even shout in anger, Mrs. Weasley was already walking into the room with a large smile on her face.
"Harry dear, did we wake- oh." She stopped mid-sentence and also mid-step as she came up on the couch and saw Hermione. Now keep in mind Mrs. Weasley had also not known that Hermione was back.
"Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley whispered in amazement. Just then Hermione stirred and opened up her eyes.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Weasley." She forced a laugh as Ron's mom pounced on her with hugs.
"I'm so happy to see you! And I'm sure Fred and George will be too!" Mrs. Weasley cried as they all heard a crash in the kitchen.
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Seriously, had no idea how to end this. I know the ending SUCKED, and I'm SORRY, but I changed it like 5 billion times and I never got it how I wanted it so I'm settling with this unless I can come up with a better one.
Hope you liked it!-
Eb1981