Seven Days.
The next day, Hogwarts celebrated the return of Harry Potter even though he was not there. The young Aurors, teachers and the students wore costumes to add the festive mood. The most evidently excited person of them all who was so happy that his friend has returned, Ronald Weasley.
"Harry Potter is back, Harry Potter is back, Voldermont is a prick and we rest for a week," Ron sang and danced to a tune, Hermione watched him, giggled a bit with the rest of the girls.
"A'rry Potter indeed, I can't wait to see em," Hagrid took a sit beside Hermione with a tankard of beer.
"Yeah me too, Hagrid, we all do," Hermione said sheepishly.
"I wonder what is he doing right now, he should come back first if he is return," Hagrid grumbled and then belched a bit, Hermione giggled.
"Hagrid, I'm sure Harry has more important things to prepare," Hermione stated.
"Important things yeh say, he got some friends here waiting for some get together especially when he's woman is waiting, yeh got my point," said Hagrid.
Hermione blushed madly hearing Hagrid's statement; she hid her face from everyone.
Unknown to everyone in the Great Hall, two men in a Victorian style costumes with mask on enjoying the cheery sight for themselves. Under this masks were two people who were responsible for Voldermont lacked of victories in battle. They were the mentor, avenger, and revolutionary, Hans Nesbett while the other man was none other than the one of rose up from the grave, have dominant power and the Deadman, Harry Potter.
"Great party, wonder what are they going to serve for the real victory party," said Hans jokingly.
"I don't know, that depends on whether I can do the next surprise," Harry said.
"I'm sure you're going to be just fine," Hans reassured him. Harry was eyeing Hermione and Ron. Hans noticed Harry's evident quirky observation even with the mask on. "You're girlfriend, mate," he snorted.
Harry quickly regained himself, "No." Hans laughed merrily, "You hero type person sure wet their pants when in front of a woman," Hans joked, Harry laughed sheepishly.
"Well, she confessed everything in front of me when I was in the grave, she was the one who kept me alive," Harry explained, staring at the floor, hiding his embarrassment with the mask but his eyes could not hide form Hans.
"You know what?" Hans tried to change the conversation. "Why are we holding our drinks when we're heavily wrap in our mask?" he noted.
Harry too felt weird holding the drinks; they put it aside and walked out of the Great Hall and out of Hogwarts to engage in their final plan.
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Six days later, Hans was on top of an old castle where he watched the beautiful scenery of the sea, green land and the trees. He smirked looking at the sight that his friend would die to see. Out of the blue, a man in hooded cloak appeared beside him to report their current situation.
"Sir, the Deatheater named Wormtail has found the message, he was utterly over excited and ordered a group of Deatheaters to picked it up and send it to Voldermont," the man said.
"Very good, it's all according to my plan, go report to Harry Potter and tell him that I will go to Hogwarts to see the show from there," Hans said cheekily.
"Yes sir," the man apparated out and left to send the report to Harry. Hans gave a last glance at the sight of the sea of Scotland and apparated out.
Meanwhile at Voldermont's current hideout in Azkaban, Wormtail along with his Deatheater group carried a body of an unknown person. Judging by Wormtail's grin and happy squealing, he was sure delighted to see Voldermont. He entered the main dungeon where Voldermont was pacing around the room, looking worried and lament for his dear life for the past few days. He already lost a lot of his supporters after the news of the returning of the once Boy Who Lived.
"My lord, my lord," Wormtail squealed in delight, he was not afraid of Voldermont somehow.
Voldermont stopped pacing and looked at Wormtail in a devilish stare. "What is it Wormtail, I'm busy contradicting the fact that Potter is back," Voldermont snarled aggressively.
"That's why I'm here, my lord, I have brought great news that may scare Dumbledore out of wits," Wormtail informed him. Voldermont looked in disbelief; Wormtail was one of the useless supporters he had ever seen in his life.
"What kind of news you could make up to get my good side, Wormtail," Voldermont said flatly. Wormtail grinned and motioned his group to dump the body. They threw the body in front of Voldermont so he could saw the body. Voldermont stare in disbelief, never he ever in his mind that he would see something that made him so alive. He gave Wormtail a good-job look, Wormtail just sniggered sheepishly.
"Those wizards shall pay for giving false information to the world," Voldermont grinned maliciously. "Prepare the SkyVision, we will broadcast to the world of how dense they are right now," Voldermont ordered his followers, all of them scrambled out of the room following Voldermont's orders to setup the SkyVision.
"Ah! How glorious this day would be," Voldermont said in a wicked pleasant tone whilst looking at the body. Little did he know that a great scheme has begun smoothly to scare the wits out of him.
At Hogwarts, Hermione Granger was writing an everyday entry in her diary near the lake. She recorded everything from her thoughts to her activities.
Dear Diary,
It has been a week since Harry's impending and shocking return to the Wizarding World. I can't wait to see him when he's done with whatever he's doing with Mr. Hans Nesbett. Today, Ron brought back Harry's Firebolt to Hogwarts, in case he surprisingly returns. We even made a banner that said 'WELCOME BACK HARRY POTTER' just Harry, not the hero Harry but just Harry. Sometimes I pondered how Harry kept himself alive when he was buried five feet in the ground. It scares me to think about it but I quickly thought of how he got out of there. I hope he kicks Voldermont's behind so we can live happily ever after.
She closed her diary, and looked at the calm lake with wind breezed through the water making a formation of small waves. Not realising she was in a state of trance, someone touched her shoulder and she swiftly snapped out of the trance. She drew her wand at the one who shook her out of the trance. She gasped looking at the man who was a part of Harry's return.
"Hullo," Hans greeted gaily, with a smile that beat Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Hans... Oh...hullo to you too," Hermione replied, she drew back her wand. "You scared me," she said.
Hans gave her a slight chuckle and sat beside her. "So thinking about him, aren't you?" he asked nicely.
She was blushing a bit and nodded vaguely. "How do you know? Is he here? Can I see him?" She asked three questions simultaneously.
"I know because I know and no and no, does that answer your question," Hans said cheekily.
"Umm... why are you here?" she asked curiously.
"Take a guess," he said.
Hermione eyes went wide and anxiety kicked in, "Voldermont is attacking Hogwarts again, isn't it?"
"No, no, no, Madame Hermione," Hans said in a mock French tone. "We're going to enjoy a show, a very spectacular show," he said.
"When?"
"Maybe in a few minutes when Voldy made an appearance with his SkyVision," Hans mocked Voldermont.
"Oh! He hasn't used that contraption since Cornelius Fudge was killed," said Hermione, sounding quite surprise. "So he's going to use it again, for what?" she asked.
"You'll see," Hans said, and the sky began to darken as clouds gathered around Hogwarts. "Ah! And so it begins," he said jubilantly.
The blue sky was not seen at all as dark clouds swallowed away and made a huge mass of darkness. Dumbledore, Ron and the other young Aurors came out of Hogwarts to see the SkyVision.
"What the bloody hell does Voldermont want right now?" said Ron frustratingly.
"Patience Mr. Weasley, he has a reason to use this, someone must have died at his hand," Dumbledore stated the obvious to Ron.
"Hope it's not who I think it is?" said Ron.
A bright screen appeared in the now darken sky, slowly from blurry vision to a clear view of Voldermont's face. Everyone was immediately disgusted by his sudden appearance.
"Can't he wear some make up or something, he looks really ugly when he's face is close for us to see," Ron mocked. Voldermont started to speak,
"Greetings worthless, filthy muggle-lovers, I am here to give you a message – a message which I hope could make you see the truth – a truth that will haunt your dream every night, every breath you take and every moment you move in your sleep – I am here to care for you – to keep you safe from the lies and deceit – lies and deceit from the people that brought you the news of the return of your beloved Harry Potter."
The young Aurors cheered loudly after hearing Harry's name. "Oh! It's true, it' true," Ron quipped. Dumbledore chuckled slightly hearing Ron's comment.
Hermione could hear her friends cheering from the lake. "Looks like everyone is watching," she said.
"Everyone and everyone from around the world," Hans pointed out.
"This supernatural occurrence that happened this past few weeks were only meant to lose my followers out of my grasped – all of this happened only because you filthy muggles were desperate to kill me – All of you could not take the fact that your once hero was dead so you created one instead,"
"That's not true, is it," Hermione asked anxiously at Hans.
Hans gave her an encouraging smile, "Would I come here to give you some scary thoughts." She gulped and watched back the SkyVision.
"All of you never cease to amaze me – dare as you might – you all know who is going to win – ME – that's right, me – And I' here to prove to all of you pathetic muggles – why I win this war – why I countered all of your worthless plan – how I make you all bow down to me – I will show you the lifeless body of Harry Potter,"
The SkyVision magically zoom out and showed Voldermont and few of his remaining supporters gathering beside him, grinning maliciously. Those that were recognised were Lucius Malfoy and his family, Wormtail, Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband, Macnair and few others. Voldermont backed away and there it was, the body of Harry Potter lying flat on the ground.
Hermione gasped, "It' couldn't be." The face, the hair, the scar and others, every inch of the body resembled Harry.
"See this – see your only hope – see your life crush now – I have won – once again, Voldermont overcomes Harry Potter – Because He's Dead, DEAD, DEAD," Voldermont laughed madly along with his supporters.
"NO, NO, NO," Hermione closed her eyes and ears. She looked at Hans for an answer but all Hans gave was the encouraging smile of his. "If that was Harry's dead body, he be bones and bristles by now," Hans said, Hermione suddenly felt lift up.
Hans stretched his hand to the sky and flicked his finger.
'THUMP'
The same bell sounded again. Voldermont and his supporters stopped laughing and looked scared, spinning around like a panic five year old searching for his mother. Ron and the young Aurors cheered loudly.
'THUMP'
The song of the dead was heard, this time louder and scarier. Voldermont's face was contorted and looked like an old man. "It can't be, it can't be," he squirmed. Voldermont and his supporters turn around a lot until all of them turned their backs away from the body.
'THUMP'
"Harry what are you going to do?" Hermione muttered to herself. Ron crossed his fingers for something wicked to happen.
'THUMP'
Harry's body sat up, eyes opened and looking intense towards Voldermont's back. Hermione shrieked of joy, she even hugged Hans for no reason. "Don't be too overjoy, the show has just begun," he said.
'THUMP'
Voldermont turned around and screamed loudly, shocked to see Harry's intense glare of pure hatred. The song of the dead stopped and Harry stood up whilst keeping his eye on Voldermont. The Deatheaters backed away looking at Harry Potter.
"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me, I beg of you," Voldermont pleaded.
Harry did not kill him. Instead, sparks gathered around him and he suddenly exploded. A bright light produced form the explosion, the same light but fierce. Another message was seen in the light and this time Harry's shouting voice was heard.
' The time has come, the time for my long awaited revenge, the time I fight you to the death, Voldermont, I will vanquish you with my bare hands, I will meet your end at the burial, you will die in SEVEN DAYS'
"This can't be happening, not to me," Voldermont snapped, the light faded and in comes lightning and thunder. The Deatheaters panicked and scrambled like cowards, avoiding the lightning strike that kept destroying anything in the room. "POTTER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU," Voldermont scowled to no one, believing that Harry was there.
"My Lord, we need to escape, the castle is going down," Bellatrix pleaded, Voldermont snarled loudly and walked with her to escape. Seconds later, the whole hideout of Voldermont was destroyed by mere lightning and sounds of thunder.
At Hogwarts, the cheering did not stop as the good side snatched another victory without any difficulty. The young Aurors formed a circle and started chanting 'Harry, Harry he's so scary, he fools Voldy, turn him to shoddy.'
"Seems they have a quite fun over there," said Hans, he watched Hermione who was still looking at the now clear sky. "You're dreaming," he said.
"About Harry," she murmured, sat back down and bending her knees to her chest and looking dreamily up at the sky. "How strong is he?" she asked, shifting her view to Hans who was lying on the ground, arms over his head.
"I thought you never ask," he stood up, and then flicked his fingers two times.
Hermione looked puzzled at him but suddenly felt a cold shudder around her neck. She did not shiver but enjoyed the sensation around her neck and then the sensation disappeared.
"Feel anything?" Hans asked.
She stood up, cleaned the dirt of her jeans and nodded to Hans. "It felt like being... kiss," she said sheepishly.
"You like it?" Hans asked again, she nodded fervently. "That's how powerful he is; now I have to go, see you at the graveyard," he said and walked away, leaving Hermione to her thoughts.
"Graveyard, the place where Harry was buried," said Hermione to herself.
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Hans walked into the Forbidden Forest alone, Harry Potter apparated into thee forest no to far from him. They both looked at each other with sly grins.
"Let the countdown begin," Hans said.
Next chapter: The countdown.
Thanks to all my reviewers: kate molly Andrews, Lisa Ocean Potter, Drusilla, Shdurannni, Mercy Me, I can see Threstals, Becky 716, potter-man 1 and trisket-n-gunter.
If you all want to read the next chapter please do these steps first:
Read my other fics:- Hp and the Separation of Unity.
- Harry Potter of Tsubasa, School of Wizardry and Magic Skills. Review the fics in 1, Review Seven Days, I will check the names of the reviewers first, I only need at least two for each fics in 1, if it match then I will upload the next chapter. Hope you co-operate.
The next day, Hogwarts celebrated the return of Harry Potter even though he was not there. The young Aurors, teachers and the students wore costumes to add the festive mood. The most evidently excited person of them all who was so happy that his friend has returned, Ronald Weasley.
"Harry Potter is back, Harry Potter is back, Voldermont is a prick and we rest for a week," Ron sang and danced to a tune, Hermione watched him, giggled a bit with the rest of the girls.
"A'rry Potter indeed, I can't wait to see em," Hagrid took a sit beside Hermione with a tankard of beer.
"Yeah me too, Hagrid, we all do," Hermione said sheepishly.
"I wonder what is he doing right now, he should come back first if he is return," Hagrid grumbled and then belched a bit, Hermione giggled.
"Hagrid, I'm sure Harry has more important things to prepare," Hermione stated.
"Important things yeh say, he got some friends here waiting for some get together especially when he's woman is waiting, yeh got my point," said Hagrid.
Hermione blushed madly hearing Hagrid's statement; she hid her face from everyone.
Unknown to everyone in the Great Hall, two men in a Victorian style costumes with mask on enjoying the cheery sight for themselves. Under this masks were two people who were responsible for Voldermont lacked of victories in battle. They were the mentor, avenger, and revolutionary, Hans Nesbett while the other man was none other than the one of rose up from the grave, have dominant power and the Deadman, Harry Potter.
"Great party, wonder what are they going to serve for the real victory party," said Hans jokingly.
"I don't know, that depends on whether I can do the next surprise," Harry said.
"I'm sure you're going to be just fine," Hans reassured him. Harry was eyeing Hermione and Ron. Hans noticed Harry's evident quirky observation even with the mask on. "You're girlfriend, mate," he snorted.
Harry quickly regained himself, "No." Hans laughed merrily, "You hero type person sure wet their pants when in front of a woman," Hans joked, Harry laughed sheepishly.
"Well, she confessed everything in front of me when I was in the grave, she was the one who kept me alive," Harry explained, staring at the floor, hiding his embarrassment with the mask but his eyes could not hide form Hans.
"You know what?" Hans tried to change the conversation. "Why are we holding our drinks when we're heavily wrap in our mask?" he noted.
Harry too felt weird holding the drinks; they put it aside and walked out of the Great Hall and out of Hogwarts to engage in their final plan.
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Six days later, Hans was on top of an old castle where he watched the beautiful scenery of the sea, green land and the trees. He smirked looking at the sight that his friend would die to see. Out of the blue, a man in hooded cloak appeared beside him to report their current situation.
"Sir, the Deatheater named Wormtail has found the message, he was utterly over excited and ordered a group of Deatheaters to picked it up and send it to Voldermont," the man said.
"Very good, it's all according to my plan, go report to Harry Potter and tell him that I will go to Hogwarts to see the show from there," Hans said cheekily.
"Yes sir," the man apparated out and left to send the report to Harry. Hans gave a last glance at the sight of the sea of Scotland and apparated out.
Meanwhile at Voldermont's current hideout in Azkaban, Wormtail along with his Deatheater group carried a body of an unknown person. Judging by Wormtail's grin and happy squealing, he was sure delighted to see Voldermont. He entered the main dungeon where Voldermont was pacing around the room, looking worried and lament for his dear life for the past few days. He already lost a lot of his supporters after the news of the returning of the once Boy Who Lived.
"My lord, my lord," Wormtail squealed in delight, he was not afraid of Voldermont somehow.
Voldermont stopped pacing and looked at Wormtail in a devilish stare. "What is it Wormtail, I'm busy contradicting the fact that Potter is back," Voldermont snarled aggressively.
"That's why I'm here, my lord, I have brought great news that may scare Dumbledore out of wits," Wormtail informed him. Voldermont looked in disbelief; Wormtail was one of the useless supporters he had ever seen in his life.
"What kind of news you could make up to get my good side, Wormtail," Voldermont said flatly. Wormtail grinned and motioned his group to dump the body. They threw the body in front of Voldermont so he could saw the body. Voldermont stare in disbelief, never he ever in his mind that he would see something that made him so alive. He gave Wormtail a good-job look, Wormtail just sniggered sheepishly.
"Those wizards shall pay for giving false information to the world," Voldermont grinned maliciously. "Prepare the SkyVision, we will broadcast to the world of how dense they are right now," Voldermont ordered his followers, all of them scrambled out of the room following Voldermont's orders to setup the SkyVision.
"Ah! How glorious this day would be," Voldermont said in a wicked pleasant tone whilst looking at the body. Little did he know that a great scheme has begun smoothly to scare the wits out of him.
At Hogwarts, Hermione Granger was writing an everyday entry in her diary near the lake. She recorded everything from her thoughts to her activities.
Dear Diary,
It has been a week since Harry's impending and shocking return to the Wizarding World. I can't wait to see him when he's done with whatever he's doing with Mr. Hans Nesbett. Today, Ron brought back Harry's Firebolt to Hogwarts, in case he surprisingly returns. We even made a banner that said 'WELCOME BACK HARRY POTTER' just Harry, not the hero Harry but just Harry. Sometimes I pondered how Harry kept himself alive when he was buried five feet in the ground. It scares me to think about it but I quickly thought of how he got out of there. I hope he kicks Voldermont's behind so we can live happily ever after.
She closed her diary, and looked at the calm lake with wind breezed through the water making a formation of small waves. Not realising she was in a state of trance, someone touched her shoulder and she swiftly snapped out of the trance. She drew her wand at the one who shook her out of the trance. She gasped looking at the man who was a part of Harry's return.
"Hullo," Hans greeted gaily, with a smile that beat Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Hans... Oh...hullo to you too," Hermione replied, she drew back her wand. "You scared me," she said.
Hans gave her a slight chuckle and sat beside her. "So thinking about him, aren't you?" he asked nicely.
She was blushing a bit and nodded vaguely. "How do you know? Is he here? Can I see him?" She asked three questions simultaneously.
"I know because I know and no and no, does that answer your question," Hans said cheekily.
"Umm... why are you here?" she asked curiously.
"Take a guess," he said.
Hermione eyes went wide and anxiety kicked in, "Voldermont is attacking Hogwarts again, isn't it?"
"No, no, no, Madame Hermione," Hans said in a mock French tone. "We're going to enjoy a show, a very spectacular show," he said.
"When?"
"Maybe in a few minutes when Voldy made an appearance with his SkyVision," Hans mocked Voldermont.
"Oh! He hasn't used that contraption since Cornelius Fudge was killed," said Hermione, sounding quite surprise. "So he's going to use it again, for what?" she asked.
"You'll see," Hans said, and the sky began to darken as clouds gathered around Hogwarts. "Ah! And so it begins," he said jubilantly.
The blue sky was not seen at all as dark clouds swallowed away and made a huge mass of darkness. Dumbledore, Ron and the other young Aurors came out of Hogwarts to see the SkyVision.
"What the bloody hell does Voldermont want right now?" said Ron frustratingly.
"Patience Mr. Weasley, he has a reason to use this, someone must have died at his hand," Dumbledore stated the obvious to Ron.
"Hope it's not who I think it is?" said Ron.
A bright screen appeared in the now darken sky, slowly from blurry vision to a clear view of Voldermont's face. Everyone was immediately disgusted by his sudden appearance.
"Can't he wear some make up or something, he looks really ugly when he's face is close for us to see," Ron mocked. Voldermont started to speak,
"Greetings worthless, filthy muggle-lovers, I am here to give you a message – a message which I hope could make you see the truth – a truth that will haunt your dream every night, every breath you take and every moment you move in your sleep – I am here to care for you – to keep you safe from the lies and deceit – lies and deceit from the people that brought you the news of the return of your beloved Harry Potter."
The young Aurors cheered loudly after hearing Harry's name. "Oh! It's true, it' true," Ron quipped. Dumbledore chuckled slightly hearing Ron's comment.
Hermione could hear her friends cheering from the lake. "Looks like everyone is watching," she said.
"Everyone and everyone from around the world," Hans pointed out.
"This supernatural occurrence that happened this past few weeks were only meant to lose my followers out of my grasped – all of this happened only because you filthy muggles were desperate to kill me – All of you could not take the fact that your once hero was dead so you created one instead,"
"That's not true, is it," Hermione asked anxiously at Hans.
Hans gave her an encouraging smile, "Would I come here to give you some scary thoughts." She gulped and watched back the SkyVision.
"All of you never cease to amaze me – dare as you might – you all know who is going to win – ME – that's right, me – And I' here to prove to all of you pathetic muggles – why I win this war – why I countered all of your worthless plan – how I make you all bow down to me – I will show you the lifeless body of Harry Potter,"
The SkyVision magically zoom out and showed Voldermont and few of his remaining supporters gathering beside him, grinning maliciously. Those that were recognised were Lucius Malfoy and his family, Wormtail, Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband, Macnair and few others. Voldermont backed away and there it was, the body of Harry Potter lying flat on the ground.
Hermione gasped, "It' couldn't be." The face, the hair, the scar and others, every inch of the body resembled Harry.
"See this – see your only hope – see your life crush now – I have won – once again, Voldermont overcomes Harry Potter – Because He's Dead, DEAD, DEAD," Voldermont laughed madly along with his supporters.
"NO, NO, NO," Hermione closed her eyes and ears. She looked at Hans for an answer but all Hans gave was the encouraging smile of his. "If that was Harry's dead body, he be bones and bristles by now," Hans said, Hermione suddenly felt lift up.
Hans stretched his hand to the sky and flicked his finger.
'THUMP'
The same bell sounded again. Voldermont and his supporters stopped laughing and looked scared, spinning around like a panic five year old searching for his mother. Ron and the young Aurors cheered loudly.
'THUMP'
The song of the dead was heard, this time louder and scarier. Voldermont's face was contorted and looked like an old man. "It can't be, it can't be," he squirmed. Voldermont and his supporters turn around a lot until all of them turned their backs away from the body.
'THUMP'
"Harry what are you going to do?" Hermione muttered to herself. Ron crossed his fingers for something wicked to happen.
'THUMP'
Harry's body sat up, eyes opened and looking intense towards Voldermont's back. Hermione shrieked of joy, she even hugged Hans for no reason. "Don't be too overjoy, the show has just begun," he said.
'THUMP'
Voldermont turned around and screamed loudly, shocked to see Harry's intense glare of pure hatred. The song of the dead stopped and Harry stood up whilst keeping his eye on Voldermont. The Deatheaters backed away looking at Harry Potter.
"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me, I beg of you," Voldermont pleaded.
Harry did not kill him. Instead, sparks gathered around him and he suddenly exploded. A bright light produced form the explosion, the same light but fierce. Another message was seen in the light and this time Harry's shouting voice was heard.
' The time has come, the time for my long awaited revenge, the time I fight you to the death, Voldermont, I will vanquish you with my bare hands, I will meet your end at the burial, you will die in SEVEN DAYS'
"This can't be happening, not to me," Voldermont snapped, the light faded and in comes lightning and thunder. The Deatheaters panicked and scrambled like cowards, avoiding the lightning strike that kept destroying anything in the room. "POTTER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU," Voldermont scowled to no one, believing that Harry was there.
"My Lord, we need to escape, the castle is going down," Bellatrix pleaded, Voldermont snarled loudly and walked with her to escape. Seconds later, the whole hideout of Voldermont was destroyed by mere lightning and sounds of thunder.
At Hogwarts, the cheering did not stop as the good side snatched another victory without any difficulty. The young Aurors formed a circle and started chanting 'Harry, Harry he's so scary, he fools Voldy, turn him to shoddy.'
"Seems they have a quite fun over there," said Hans, he watched Hermione who was still looking at the now clear sky. "You're dreaming," he said.
"About Harry," she murmured, sat back down and bending her knees to her chest and looking dreamily up at the sky. "How strong is he?" she asked, shifting her view to Hans who was lying on the ground, arms over his head.
"I thought you never ask," he stood up, and then flicked his fingers two times.
Hermione looked puzzled at him but suddenly felt a cold shudder around her neck. She did not shiver but enjoyed the sensation around her neck and then the sensation disappeared.
"Feel anything?" Hans asked.
She stood up, cleaned the dirt of her jeans and nodded to Hans. "It felt like being... kiss," she said sheepishly.
"You like it?" Hans asked again, she nodded fervently. "That's how powerful he is; now I have to go, see you at the graveyard," he said and walked away, leaving Hermione to her thoughts.
"Graveyard, the place where Harry was buried," said Hermione to herself.
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Hans walked into the Forbidden Forest alone, Harry Potter apparated into thee forest no to far from him. They both looked at each other with sly grins.
"Let the countdown begin," Hans said.
Next chapter: The countdown.
Thanks to all my reviewers: kate molly Andrews, Lisa Ocean Potter, Drusilla, Shdurannni, Mercy Me, I can see Threstals, Becky 716, potter-man 1 and trisket-n-gunter.
If you all want to read the next chapter please do these steps first:
Read my other fics:- Hp and the Separation of Unity.
- Harry Potter of Tsubasa, School of Wizardry and Magic Skills. Review the fics in 1, Review Seven Days, I will check the names of the reviewers first, I only need at least two for each fics in 1, if it match then I will upload the next chapter. Hope you co-operate.