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Note: To avoid confusion, I will write down Jamie, Charles, Hermione and Harry's age here:
Jamie: 18
Charles: 12
Harry and Hermione: 25
Note 2: THIS IS NOT THE ENDING
French: Pourriez-vous conduire moins vite, sil vous plait
Meaning in English: Could you drive more slowly ?
Chapter 9: When Harry Meets Hermy
"Coming home, Ron?" asked Harry an hour later after the play.
"Nah, I think I will go for a drink or two at the pub nearby." said Ron, who was still slightly annoyed at Harry's actions just now. "You go ahead."
Harry greeted him goodbye, put on his cloak and went out of the entrance.
Jamie waited outside the theatre for Harry to appear. Finally, he saw Harry walked down the steps towards his limousine, with Harry's personal driver beside the door. Jamie lowered himself as low as possible and moved to the driver side of the car as fast as he could, he then picked the car lock with a hairpin quickly.
As Harry approached, the chauffeur opened the door and bow. "Monsieur Potter."
Jamie got into the car the same time as Harry, he slammed the door and started driving (he learnt driving Muggle cars when he was 16).
When he drove off, he heard the chauffeur yelling something in French, but since he couldn't understand it, he ignored it and drove madly like Ernie driving the Knight Bus.
"Antonio, pourriez-vous conduire moins vite, sil vous plait? said Harry sharply.
Jamie rolled his eyes, turned around and quickly opened the tinted window that separated the driver's seat and the passengers' seats.
"Sorry Sir, I'm not Antonio and I don't understand a single word you are saying."
Harry's eyes widened with horror, a second later, the fire returned to his eyes. "You? How dare you?! Stop this car immediately!"
"No way." said Jamie firmly and closed the window.
Harry scowled and tried to open the door, but then he remembered that the car could not be opened from inside. He took out his wand that he had put in his tuxedo and pointed at the tinted window.
"Reducto!" he cried and the glass shattered.
He leaned forward and jabbed his wand tip onto Jamie's neck. "Stop, or I'll hex you."
Jamie swallowed. He didn't expect Harry to bring his wand to the play, but then again, he was an Auror, and being prepared was what an Auror must be for all times.
"Now, Mr Potter, listen to me. If you hex me, there will be no one to drive. So if you want to curse me, can you wait until I stop?" he said, trying to reason with Harry.
Harry narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. "Where are you taking me?" he asked, practically growling.
"Just wait and see." said Jamie but regretted his words when Harry dug his wand deeper into his neck. "I'm taking you to see Miss Granger." he said immediately.
"I'm not going to talk to some impostor!" snapped Harry.
Luckily, the hotel that the trio was staying came into view and Jamie stopped the car at the front quickly. He got out before Harry could get him and walked over to Harry's side of the car.
He opened the door and found Harry sitting in his seat, looking rather sulky. His wand was still in his hand.
"You have to talk to her," said Jamie. "Just look at her, please!"
Harry gave him a dark look and turned his face away from him.
Seeing that Harry refused to move, Jamie put his hand in his pocket and fished Hermy's necklace out.
"Do you recognize this?" he asked, holding it in the air in front of Harry.
Harry turned his head and saw the necklace. For a moment, he just stared at the necklace. Then he snatched the necklace from Jamie's hand.
"Be careful with it, its clasp is loose." said Jamie.
Harry examined at the clasp, then he pointed his wand at it. "Reparo." he muttered.
The clasp was mended, good as new. Harry looked at the golden heart closely. "Where did you get this?" he asked.
"I know you've been hurt. But believe me, she has been as lost and lonely as you." said Jamie softly.
Harry ran his fingertips on the heart slowly as if it was his.
"Talk to her, please?" pleaded Jamie.
Harry didn't respond.
Hermy had stopped crying, but she was still upset over the loss of her necklace.
"I shouldn't have come to Paris. Now I have lost everything." she muttered.
She thought for a while and made up her mind. She got out of bed, grabbed the suitcase, opened it and started to pack. She would go back to England, right now.
Knock knock
Hermy paused for a while at the knock, and she snapped, "Go away, Jamie!"
The door went open as Hermy continued to pack. Hermy straightened herself and turned, saying angrily, "I said go......."
She stopped when she saw Harry Potter, not Jamie in front of her. Hermy blinked and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that you were......"
"I know who do you think I am." Harry interrupted, he had a rich voice but right now, it sounded cold as well. "Who exactly are you?"
Hermy swallowed, Harry was practically staring at her. "I, I wish you could tell me."
Harry sighed and looked into her eyes, his own were filled with sorrow. "Miss, I'm a Auror, not a Seer. And my dear lady, I'm not getting younger and I'm tired of being conned and tricked."
"I don't want to trick you." said Hermy softly.
"And I suppose the money doesn't interest you either?" asked Harry.
"I just want to know who I am, whether or not I have someone who loves me." said Hermy quietly and lowered her head.
Harry lifted her chin gently with his hand and looked at her closely. "What a very good actress." he said coldly. "Best yet in fact, but, I have had enough."
As his hand left her face, Hermy could smell something from his hand. It smelt like.....
"Murtlap essence?" she asked herself, but loud enough for Harry to hear.
"I went for work this morning, the Dark wizard cut my hand so I soaked it into a bowl of Murtlap essence. My girlfriend said that it helps with the healing." said Harry at the door.
"Yes," said Hermy slowly, starting to remember. "You smashed a bowl of it in the common room, when I suggested you to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts in our fifth year. You were so mad back then."
Hearing that this "impostor" actually knew about this, Harry slowly sat down at a couch near the door, continued to listen.
"But you agreed to teach in the end, and the Dumbledore's Army was created." said Hermy and her hand reached up for something at her chest. When she felt nothing, she looked down and had a frustrated look on her face.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry with slight concern.
"My necklace. I had it since before I could remember. Somebody gave it to me more than 8 years ago. But I lost it today and I felt so uncomfortable without it." said Hermy sadly.
Harry patted on the couch beside him, indicating her to sit down. Hermy sat down and Harry took out the necklace from his pocket.
As he did, he said, "Is this it?" He showed Hermy the necklace.
Hermy gasped. "The necklace! I, I remember now, you are the one who gave it to me."
"During........" started Harry, waiting for Hermy to finish the sentence.
"Christmas." ended Hermy, slightly excited at the fact that she could remember all this.
Harry stared at her, then, his hand trembling, he lifted it and touched Hermy's cheek gently.
"Oh Merlin," he whispered. "It's you."
Hermy nodded, memories began to flood back with Harry touched her. She remembered him, Ron, the Yule Ball and everything before the past 8 years. Tears began to gather in her eyes.
Silently, Harry pulled Hermy into a hug and she put her arms around him, with her tears rolling down her cheeks.
To flamers: I don't take kindly to flames, so back off, if you know what's good for you. If you don't, you ask for it. You flame me, I insult you
Thank you for your reviews!
Note: To avoid confusion, I will write down Jamie, Charles, Hermione and Harry's age here:
Jamie: 18
Charles: 12
Harry and Hermione: 25
Note 2: THIS IS NOT THE ENDING
French: Pourriez-vous conduire moins vite, sil vous plait
Meaning in English: Could you drive more slowly ?
Chapter 9: When Harry Meets Hermy
"Coming home, Ron?" asked Harry an hour later after the play.
"Nah, I think I will go for a drink or two at the pub nearby." said Ron, who was still slightly annoyed at Harry's actions just now. "You go ahead."
Harry greeted him goodbye, put on his cloak and went out of the entrance.
Jamie waited outside the theatre for Harry to appear. Finally, he saw Harry walked down the steps towards his limousine, with Harry's personal driver beside the door. Jamie lowered himself as low as possible and moved to the driver side of the car as fast as he could, he then picked the car lock with a hairpin quickly.
As Harry approached, the chauffeur opened the door and bow. "Monsieur Potter."
Jamie got into the car the same time as Harry, he slammed the door and started driving (he learnt driving Muggle cars when he was 16).
When he drove off, he heard the chauffeur yelling something in French, but since he couldn't understand it, he ignored it and drove madly like Ernie driving the Knight Bus.
"Antonio, pourriez-vous conduire moins vite, sil vous plait? said Harry sharply.
Jamie rolled his eyes, turned around and quickly opened the tinted window that separated the driver's seat and the passengers' seats.
"Sorry Sir, I'm not Antonio and I don't understand a single word you are saying."
Harry's eyes widened with horror, a second later, the fire returned to his eyes. "You? How dare you?! Stop this car immediately!"
"No way." said Jamie firmly and closed the window.
Harry scowled and tried to open the door, but then he remembered that the car could not be opened from inside. He took out his wand that he had put in his tuxedo and pointed at the tinted window.
"Reducto!" he cried and the glass shattered.
He leaned forward and jabbed his wand tip onto Jamie's neck. "Stop, or I'll hex you."
Jamie swallowed. He didn't expect Harry to bring his wand to the play, but then again, he was an Auror, and being prepared was what an Auror must be for all times.
"Now, Mr Potter, listen to me. If you hex me, there will be no one to drive. So if you want to curse me, can you wait until I stop?" he said, trying to reason with Harry.
Harry narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. "Where are you taking me?" he asked, practically growling.
"Just wait and see." said Jamie but regretted his words when Harry dug his wand deeper into his neck. "I'm taking you to see Miss Granger." he said immediately.
"I'm not going to talk to some impostor!" snapped Harry.
Luckily, the hotel that the trio was staying came into view and Jamie stopped the car at the front quickly. He got out before Harry could get him and walked over to Harry's side of the car.
He opened the door and found Harry sitting in his seat, looking rather sulky. His wand was still in his hand.
"You have to talk to her," said Jamie. "Just look at her, please!"
Harry gave him a dark look and turned his face away from him.
Seeing that Harry refused to move, Jamie put his hand in his pocket and fished Hermy's necklace out.
"Do you recognize this?" he asked, holding it in the air in front of Harry.
Harry turned his head and saw the necklace. For a moment, he just stared at the necklace. Then he snatched the necklace from Jamie's hand.
"Be careful with it, its clasp is loose." said Jamie.
Harry examined at the clasp, then he pointed his wand at it. "Reparo." he muttered.
The clasp was mended, good as new. Harry looked at the golden heart closely. "Where did you get this?" he asked.
"I know you've been hurt. But believe me, she has been as lost and lonely as you." said Jamie softly.
Harry ran his fingertips on the heart slowly as if it was his.
"Talk to her, please?" pleaded Jamie.
Harry didn't respond.
Hermy had stopped crying, but she was still upset over the loss of her necklace.
"I shouldn't have come to Paris. Now I have lost everything." she muttered.
She thought for a while and made up her mind. She got out of bed, grabbed the suitcase, opened it and started to pack. She would go back to England, right now.
Knock knock
Hermy paused for a while at the knock, and she snapped, "Go away, Jamie!"
The door went open as Hermy continued to pack. Hermy straightened herself and turned, saying angrily, "I said go......."
She stopped when she saw Harry Potter, not Jamie in front of her. Hermy blinked and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that you were......"
"I know who do you think I am." Harry interrupted, he had a rich voice but right now, it sounded cold as well. "Who exactly are you?"
Hermy swallowed, Harry was practically staring at her. "I, I wish you could tell me."
Harry sighed and looked into her eyes, his own were filled with sorrow. "Miss, I'm a Auror, not a Seer. And my dear lady, I'm not getting younger and I'm tired of being conned and tricked."
"I don't want to trick you." said Hermy softly.
"And I suppose the money doesn't interest you either?" asked Harry.
"I just want to know who I am, whether or not I have someone who loves me." said Hermy quietly and lowered her head.
Harry lifted her chin gently with his hand and looked at her closely. "What a very good actress." he said coldly. "Best yet in fact, but, I have had enough."
As his hand left her face, Hermy could smell something from his hand. It smelt like.....
"Murtlap essence?" she asked herself, but loud enough for Harry to hear.
"I went for work this morning, the Dark wizard cut my hand so I soaked it into a bowl of Murtlap essence. My girlfriend said that it helps with the healing." said Harry at the door.
"Yes," said Hermy slowly, starting to remember. "You smashed a bowl of it in the common room, when I suggested you to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts in our fifth year. You were so mad back then."
Hearing that this "impostor" actually knew about this, Harry slowly sat down at a couch near the door, continued to listen.
"But you agreed to teach in the end, and the Dumbledore's Army was created." said Hermy and her hand reached up for something at her chest. When she felt nothing, she looked down and had a frustrated look on her face.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry with slight concern.
"My necklace. I had it since before I could remember. Somebody gave it to me more than 8 years ago. But I lost it today and I felt so uncomfortable without it." said Hermy sadly.
Harry patted on the couch beside him, indicating her to sit down. Hermy sat down and Harry took out the necklace from his pocket.
As he did, he said, "Is this it?" He showed Hermy the necklace.
Hermy gasped. "The necklace! I, I remember now, you are the one who gave it to me."
"During........" started Harry, waiting for Hermy to finish the sentence.
"Christmas." ended Hermy, slightly excited at the fact that she could remember all this.
Harry stared at her, then, his hand trembling, he lifted it and touched Hermy's cheek gently.
"Oh Merlin," he whispered. "It's you."
Hermy nodded, memories began to flood back with Harry touched her. She remembered him, Ron, the Yule Ball and everything before the past 8 years. Tears began to gather in her eyes.
Silently, Harry pulled Hermy into a hug and she put her arms around him, with her tears rolling down her cheeks.