J

Mage

By Cataclysmic

Chapter 16

Hermione meet Hermione and Pressing Matters

"Informed Professor, what would I possibly need to be informed of?" asked Hermione genuinely curious as to the answer; perhaps the Headmaster needed her expertise on this occurrence? No not likely the Headmaster was still light years ahead of her in the intellectual department but he might need a second opinion? No that wasn't likely either she knew for a fact that he always went to Professor McGonagall when he needed a second opinion, not to mention that there was a veritable sea of more experienced (though probably not more intelligent) witches and wizards out there in the hidden wizarding world.

The only acceptable solution she could come to was that this occurrence, whatever it was was somehow connected to her.

This however did not help her much as she had no idea what at the school could possible connected to her, let alone strange occurrences.

"It seems Ms Granger that we have received some visitors, permanent it seems from another world."

Hermione sat there blank for a few seconds before her brain started working at a thousand times its usual rate, which was in itself quite fast, dragging up everything she had ever learned on Alternate Universe theories and recorded travel between worlds. The records stated that people had left this world but they had never returned, could it be possible, yes maybe she wasn't sure but what was really getting to her was that she still didn't know, fascinating as the subject was how this related to her.

Hermione sat there with a confused look on her face before she asked the question that had been plaguing her since she had received the letter from that annoying owl that had bit her.

"Sir, what does this have to do with me?" she asked, she knew it sounded a bit rude the way she said it but she was impatient for the answer. She probably shouldn't have been so rude to the man who had allowed her an extra year of study but she felt she needed to know, before she went insane theorizing on the possibilities.

"Ah Ms Granger it seems that one of the visitors is a counterpart to yourself."

To say she was shocked was an understatement, definitely an understatement.


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Remus Lupin had buried himself in his extensive library, he was not a rich man, but neither was he poor, he did however pride himself in having an extremely extensive library, almost to the standards of Hogwarts filled with books on every subject you could possibly want information on, and even some you don't.

But for all that, it seemed his library did not contain ANY information on Alternate Universes not even theories, he knew there were books on the subject, he had skimmed them during his own Hogwarts education but it seemed that he would not find any answers to his questions here, it was the first time that his own personal library had failed to produce the information he required.

Sighing in resignation Remus made his way out of the library and was surprised by the clock, he had been in there for HOURS, in fact it was nearly lunch time, and sighing again he began to make peanut butter sandwiches for lunch.

The Lupin cottage was just that a cottage, however this cottage was particularly special to Remus, due to lack of funds and not wanting to be traced during Voldemort's reign, Remus had built himself this cottage the muggle way, no magic used whatsoever, and he had done it all by himself, no outside help.

That did have its disadvantages of course, anything that was wrong with the house was his fault, it had limits as to the amount it could be expanded by magic (could only be expanded temporarily) and it was not very large, the ground floor consisted of only the kitchen, the library & Remus's bedroom, the stairs and the upper floor had not been added until Lana had arrived.

Remus was at a loss as to what to do, he didn't want to get his hopes up only to have them dashed yet again, it had happened before, and he needed to know whether or not this was really possible before he could truly believe that Harry was really Harry. The impostor Harry's had hurt everyone and he was determined not to let it happen again. Either he had to prove that travel between universes was impossible or he had to find proof that it was. Either way he knew he had to do one thing.

He had to go to Hogwarts.

"A WHAT?" Hermione practically shouted when she snapped back into her senses, of all the things she might have been prepared for that wasn't it. She wasn't sure how she was meant to react to this, it wasn't everyday that you were told a counterpart of yourself travelled here from another world. She was familiar with the theories of course at least those published theories, but none of the theories had been proven had they? Well of course if anyone was to find a way to travel across universes it would be her, she was a genius was she not?

To tell the truth she was a little jealous of this other version of herself, she was obviously smarter than herself. But then again maybe she could learn something from her… she was after all Hermione Granger and she never passed up an opportunity to study, not to mention the fact she would now HAVE to study alternate dimensions… she had to prove she was just as good, if not better than her other self.

Remus Lupin having come to his conclusion set about making plans, he unlike some (Sirius Black) would not go rushing up to the castle on a whim, and he would be prepared.

Chatting with his daughter over lunch Remus let slip that they might be going to visit Hogwarts soon, needless to say Lana was excited, she had wanted to go visit Hogwarts for a long time now, her Dad and his friends told such cool stories about it, even if Uncle James did say that the Headmaster was evil and you should stay away from him as much as possible, anyway she was Lana Lupin nothing could hurt her not even evil Headmasters who made your loved ones disappear if you got to close to them, damned if she was going to let him scare her away from the castle.

She was soo excited she had never even thought of the possibility of getting to go to Hogwarts before she started there in two years time, with a squeal she quickly ran up stairs to decide on what robes she would wear.

Remus sighed, maybe he should have waited until he knew for sure they were going before he went and got her hopes up, she didn't take disappointment well.

Sighing again Remus got up from his chair and made his way to the fireplace, he had a firecall to Hogwarts to make.

Minerva McGonagall was in her office when the firecall came, they were not unusual around this time, this was the time allotted to her to perform her duties as Deputy Headmistress.

She was quite surprised however at just who was calling her, though notably the most mature of the Marauders if you could ever truly call the Marauders mature she had never expected that one of them would ever call and check in before coming to the castle, but that is exactly what he did, and at the proper time too, maybe all that time she had spent trying to make them behave had rubbed off after all, on at least one of them at least.

She was in a jubilant mood, all the work she had put into the Marauders hadn't been for nothing, in fact she was so happy with her success that she would begin an even tighter campaign to control the students in the coming weeks, she may have failed with the majority of the Marauders and the Weasley Twins but her work was doing some good.

If the students ever found out that her behaviour had been all because one former student had shown common courtesy and contacted the castle before his arrival, they probably would have laughed, but if they ever found out that the reason Courtney Chiders and Thomas McNally had been caught in greenhouse three and was the result of Gryffindor House's loss of over two hundred points he would likely have been murdered on the spot.

Thus it was probably a good idea that nobody would ever know, aside from Albus of course that he would be/was the reason for her reign of interfering and harsh punishments, in fact if Remus had known the horror he would create in one little so-called innocent firecall he probably wouldn't have called at all…

Unspeakable Gavin Oldfield was licking his wounds so to speak, he was brooding in his room. This was not something the prideful elite was used to, defeat, he was not bitter about his defeat at the hands of a mere child with no magical weapons, no, Gavin was realizing something he had never even considered before and he had the young Harry Potter to thank for it.

How many times could he have been beaten by someone skilled in muggle combat, how many times could he have died if the enemy had known his weakness, and finally how could he, now that he had found this new weakness both in himself and others exploit it in order to save the lives of the public.

 He knew what he would have to do as soon as he got back, and had it been anybody else they may not have been so keen to do it, but Gavin Oldfield was a veteran and if something as simple as this could help save the lives of the upcoming generation of officers, if they could come out of their service duties even slightly less worse for wear than he would than he would gladly take a little humiliation to do it.

And with that Harry Potter began to change the tides of the wizarding world, little by little is the way the world changes, and little by little it was.

Remus called up the stairs to Lana, he was surprised to be going to Hogwarts so soon, in fact he had not expected to be going for a few weeks at most and at least not for a few days, but Minerva had surprised him when he had asked for permission to enter Hogwarts grounds as soon as it was convenient that she had answered she would be expecting him in a few hours.

"Lana, pack your things we're leaving for Hogwarts and we'll probably be there for awhile, there's a trunk you can use in the attic."

"What!" she yelled back, "We're leaving NOW!?"

Remus smiled, he knew his little girl, she had likely spent every second deciding on which outfit would suitably impress her future Professors, but despite that he knew she would be no closer to finding the perfect outfit then she was the second she found out.

Lana was not a ditz, far from it, but she did like to make good impressions on people, especially first impressions, even though the legislation was and had been changed relating to werewolves a lot of people still stuck to old prejudices and he knew she had before and likely would be again stung by society's prejudices towards HER kind.

Remus walked up the stairs to Lana's room, for someone so obsessed with her appearance and what robes she was going to wear her room was incredibly messy, in fact if you showed someone who had only seen Lana's 'impress mode' her room they likely would not believe the room belonged to the same person, in a way that was true Lana tended to hide herself behind the act to protect herself from the blatant discrimination she was forced to tolerate, it was easier for her to deal with the pain of rejection if she believed that people were not really rejecting HER, just the image she projected.

"Lana" he said, "Laaaanna" he said a little louder than his usual calm voice.

She stopped, turned, and stared it was not NORMAL for her dad to raise his voice, it just wasn't in his nature he had far more subtle means of keeping control, pranks and subtle manipulation were Remus Lupin's trademark.

When she said subtle manipulation she meant, "Lana I can't seem to find some information in the library could you please come help me find it?" and then he would give her some bogus story about something in particular he was looking for, at first she had thought he REALLY needed help, that was until she noticed the smirks of triumph he got on his face every time he thought to she wasn't looking, it was all a ploy of course aimed at getting her to read and understand the spell books before she even got to Hogwarts.

Anyway back to the topic at hand her dad had just told her they were leaving NOW, not tomorrow not next week NOW today and she hadn't even decided what robes would make the best impression, maybe she should wear muggle clothes? She opened her mouth to complain about the short notice but her dad cut her off.

"Lana just chuck some clothes into your trunk and wear some plain black robes anything else and you'll stand out too much and you wouldn't like that now would you?"

Lana looked positively terrified at the possibility of looking out of place, not being able to blend into the crowd, granted at Hogwarts she probably wouldn't blend into the crowd too well anyway being as short as she was but she could try!

Deciding her dad's advice would probably be the best way to go she proceeded to throw anything and everything she could fit in her trunk as fast as werewolfly possible, which was pretty fast but very untidy.

How her dad managed it she would never know but he was downstairs, packed and waiting by the time she was finished and helped her carry her trunk down the stairs, not that she couldn't do it easily on her own, she was a werewolf after all but it was the gesture that counted…

After Hermione calmed down Headmaster Dumbledore went off to fetch the second much more laid back Hermione, not to mention more powerful.

Hermione the Genius, brilliant researcher just out of Hogwarts meanwhile sat calmly in her seat whilst her mind raced a hundred miles a minute, the shrewd thoughts flying through her head were worthy of a seventh year Slytherin. No that you could blame her, her own experience in Gryffindor rivalled that of a Slytherin, even worse because she had no allies in her housemates, she had been completely alone ridiculed by both her 'enemies' which included anyone who wasn't her or her teachers. Upon leaving school after begging for an extra year she had immediately set out to make her mark, to create and discover knowledge long lost or never before thought of, her mission was to make all those who had ridiculed her jealous to make them regret all the teasing and ridicule she had been put through for all those years, especially that obnoxious Ron Weasley! He was such an egotistic jerk who only thought of himself and who had taken great pleasure in the torment of Hermione, she was glad of his absence in her final year.

As the Headmaster walked down the corridor towards the rooms that Harry and Hermione had announced would be their Defence Classrooms he wondered at how well Hermione had taken the news, he certainly would not have taken the news as well as she had. To be honest he had not been sure what he had been expecting from the former Gryffindor when he announced this news to her, throughout her schooling he had always thought of her as more of a Ravenclaw then anything else, yet perhaps her courage was just well hidden, there must after all have been a reason the Sorting Hat had placed her where she had been placed.

Dumbledore reached the Defence Classrooms and was quite amused at the inscription on the classroom door he proceeded down the hall to Harry and Hermione's office, their project for today, or so they had told him, however he wondered whether or not the pair had found the time to redecorate the rather dusty and old fashioned office, and if they had managed to escape the company of Lily and James or for that matter Sirius Black.

Albus smiled as he got to the door, it was obvious from the amount of laughter coming out of the room that someone, in fact several someone's were inside the room.

Deciding that no one would notice if he knocked the esteemed Headmaster quietly made his way into the room, unfortunately for him the room had already been programmed to well… punish intruders who entered with out asking or knocking as the case may be.

It stood to reason that a room being made over by two former Marauders, one son of a Marauder two lovely ladies in love with them would have firstly, before anything else pranked the door.

Thus Albus found himself with a quite distinctive new hair colour, the formerly distinctive snow white beard and hair of one Albus Dumbledore was now canary yellow with bright pink streaks. Not a very imaginative prank they would admit but the prank was not really the purpose, it was the identification of the intruder that mattered and the yellow hair with pink streaks that would not come out for a whole week was quite a distinctive trait, and something that could not easily be covered up.

The room itself was quite comfortable looking, not to mention the fact it would be quite stylish, however the room did not really look like an office, in fact there were several factors that made the room look rather different from the typical office more like a common room with a couple of lovely mahogany desks squeezed into the corner.

Well you might think a room with mahogany furniture, a bookshelf full of Dark Arts and Defence books and gorgeous royal red and gold furniture was quite a nicely furnished place right? Wrong in fact the only thing wrong with the room was the colours of the walls, all the walls were different fluro colours. He began to question the sanity of his new Defence teachers; maybe he had missed something that the other Albus had shared with him, like a little visit to the Saint Mungos Mental Ward perhaps? Then again this was a Marauders son with a deprived childhood, Lily had no doubt been corrupted by many long years of marriage to James, even if the last twenty or so years had not been sunshine and roses, but Ms. Granger should know better, she probably did, really though, he could not bring himself to deprive any of them the little fun they had, even at the expense of his beard, he hoped they had a way to reverse it, which once again they probably did but it was unlikely they would tell it to him, and knowing the people who had set it it probably wouldn't be found in any book either.

It looked like he was going to be stuck with strange hair for awhile because nothing involving the Marauders EVER wore off quickly, results of their pranks tended to linger for days, weeks, occasionally months and in the case of the former teachers lounge, years.

In any case he was getting sidetracked, he had come here for a particular purpose, and it had not been to get a hair dye.

"I would ask how long this," he said motioning towards his beard "is going to last, however I have a rather pressing matter to attend to, if I could just borrow Hermione for a time I would appreciate it."

"Sure Professor, what's the problem?" Hermione came forward an started walking out the door, I could see Harry dithering wondering whether or not he should come with her, whether for her support or out of his own curiosity, he shrugged either he had beaten his own curiousity over the head with a club or he decided whatever it was Hermione could handle it by herself.

In fact the reluctance was bred in from years of war, never knowing when someone left a room whether or not it would be the last time you would see them, close friends stuck together and rarely left each others company. It was hard overriding years of habit, even when you knew it was absolutely safe, the pair of them would probably have the 'paranoia problem' for years to come. Still it would be nice to spend sometime alone with his parents and Sirius, at least that was what he was thinking until he saw the looks on the evil grins on their faces.

"So Harry, have you ever heard of a little thing called the Talk?"

"Isn't it a bit late for that? I mean I'm nineteen!"

"Better late than never." You could tell by the look on James' face that this was something he had been looking forward to for a long time, a long long time.

Remus found himself arriving in a flurry of robes, which was quite surprising for the usually very elegant werewolf, years of self-discipline ingrained into his very being, trying to fit in.

It had been many years since he had fell rather than 'stepped' out of a fireplace, in fact this entire trip was entirely out of the ordinary for Remus who was rarely called into work for emergencies, planned holidays and appointments religiously and was only somewhat unpredictable when it came to his friends and home life, his life had always been regulated around the full moon, an unscheduled visit to Hogwarts, with his daughter to visit and investigate his best friends son from another universe was a quite random occurrence.

Harry.

It was so hard to believe; just when they all thought they were past the pain another impersonator would show up, desperation made them give them a chance when they knew it was pointless, when they knew he was gone.

He absently wondered what he had said or done to convince his friends he was genuine, that he was different from all the rest, they had all been desensitised to this, or so he had thought.

Granted he would give them that none of the others had approached the matter from this angle before, but it was just so hard to believe, so hard to just chuck off all those years of cautiousness in a moment and embrace what could quite possibly be yet another impostor.

 Damn, he should NOT have stood directly in front of the fire, normally he would have made Lana go first, however in this particular circumstance he decided it would be best if he went first, probably not the best decision in his life as if she got lost in the floo system somewhere he would not have a clue as to where to find her, but he needn't have worried because Lana was today a better floo traveller than he was and came pretty much directly after him.

Unfortunately both she and her trunk slammed right into him exiting the fireplace.

Hermione entered the office with the Headmaster and…blinked, damn stupid Albus and his damn stupid surprises, he didn't even WARN me I was about to meet myself the sneaky old cunning should-have-been-Slytherin really really stupid Headmaster if I had been just twenty years older I just might be prone to a heart attack, standing in front of me was me, the me that I could have been if not for the war, if not for Harry.

There she was right in front of me, glad in the most boring clothes imaginable, sure they were fine for comfort and even I would wear them every once in a while but just by the way she wore them, the way I wore them you could say, that she wore these types of clothes everyday, her skin was incredibly pale and it was obvious that she spent a lot of time inside and her hair, her hair was a mess, a barely manageable tangle of hair which wasn't given the care it needed, even I in the peak of the war managed to maintain better hair than that. But that was necessary that was to keep up moral.

And I found myself incredibly glad, all the blood, all the tears all the losses to me were finally justified, they turned me into the person I am, and turned me away for the lonely scholarly life I could have had, and I was glad and I vow to myself right now that I will do whatever is possible to help my counterpart turn her life around as well.

Scholarly Hermione was if anything more shocked by her counterpart, dressed entirely in black she looked barely a thing like herself save her features, she was well toned, very pretty in her own way and not a bit self conscious.

Hermione the self conscious watched as the black clad other version of herself stepped forward, "Hi, I'm Hermione, guess you already figured that out but anyway." She offered her hand and we shook, I couldn't help but notice how calloused her hands were compared to mine, she had definitely not spend years in a library like me, she was a lot different, I just had to figure out how and why.

"Guess you already knew that though huh?" she asked trying to sound as cheery as possible, to tell the truth the silent scrutenization her counterpart was giving her was unnerving she felt as though the scholar wanted to dissect her with a very blunt scalpel to study her like a newly discovered specimen of plant, pity that this little plant had a nasty little bite and did NOT want to be studied.

This was very awkward, what do you say to yourself, even if it isn't an exact copy of you?

It had been several days since the arrival of Harry and 'Mione in this world, they had taken to calling Hermione 'Mione to save confusion between the two, Harry had kept his name in absence of a live counterpart. The castle had not had this many guests in years, In fact the last date the castle had had more occupants who did not work or go to school here was in 1843 when there was an influx of magical immigrants after the destruction of Tasper an entirely wizarding village in the mountain ranges behind Hogwarts, a magical storm had ravaged the town, no magic could be cast during the course of the storm lest they fuel its fury, many had died and many had been injured but still more had been left homeless and Tasper once a prominent wizarding village was never rebuilt.

The guests of the castle were as follows, Hermione Granger researcher extraordinaire, rather rude due to lack of human contact throughout her teenage years. Not great company and currently spending a large amount of time in the Hogwarts library, much to the annoyance of her counterpart. She began becoming rude and arrogant as soon as she found out that 'Mione had not been the one who brought them to this world before locking, well maybe not locking but taking up permanent residence in the library and making biting comments to her counterpart every time she tried to drag her out of the library, needless to say 'Mione was not having much luck on turning her counterparts life around.

Remus Lupin, slightly distrustful also spending a lot of time in the library, former Marauder by the name of Moony, probably researching to make sure that our story is genuine and that we are not Dark Wizards trying to get close to his friends. More social than Hermione's counterpart and a lot happier than his counterpart, this could be accredited to the increased werewolf rights in this world that we briefly heard about.

Lana Lupin slightly shy adopted daughter of Remus Lupin hadn't been given much of an opportunity to talk to the dimension travellers because Remus, being careful was always is always sitting between them and her, a quite clever student, though not that interested in studying many of the teachers had noted her as an excellent up and coming pupil and had taken to carefully guiding her questions and giving her gentle lectures, she could be found reading quite often in the staff common room, where she was quite warmly welcomed.

Lily and James Potter the Minister for Magic and his wife; their large entourage of guards Aurors and Unspeakables who were in fact getting quite restless at all this hanging around, even if it was a bit of a holiday.

Sirius Black was back to once again terrorize the castle and not being a teacher anymore his pranking power was unlimited and Snape was officially back on the market (Dumbledore had banned him from playing any pranks on the Slytherin whilst he was teaching, that of course did not stop him from encouraging kids to do it for him but it was so much more fun to do it himself.)

All in all, the old castle found itself quite full not only of cheery students but also a few cheery adults, though there were some exceptions to the rule everyone was generally ecstatic at the arrival of the pair. However life can only be ignored for so long, and sometimes it just didn't want to leave you out to be the exception to the rule.

James was awoken at one in the morning by a very persistent screech owl, when he saw the time illuminated by the large grandfather clock in the corner he sighed.

James was at a loss, he had no idea what he was going to do. He had a wonderful fully grown son who he knew next to nothing about who he wanted to spend time with and get to know, but he also had a very high standing job which had thousands of people watching his every move. Wizards with jobs like that did not just take time off, especially in large chunks when they knew they would be taking time more time off in a few months.

Sure he was the Boss, but he did have a job to keep and if he didn't get back to work soon the workers would be rallying for him to be fired. He was now receiving hourly owls compared to the three hourly ones he had previously been ignoring. As much as he hated it he knew what he had to do.

He had to go back to work.

It did not help his resolve that all his friends were currently in the castle as well and the Marauders were getting on better then they had in years, truthfully getting on better than they had since Harry died. He knew he had to go back to work…

What he didn't know how to do was how to be Minister for Magic as well has have time to get to know his son, eat and sleep.

James sighed again, and decided to sleep on it; he would talk to Lily in the morning.

"Harry could you please go make my other self stop!" Hermione said as she came in a flopped into a chair head in her hands, "She won't come out of the library at all, I don't know what to do, you and Ron were always good at getting me out of the library, you've got to help me! She's not even coming out for meals anymore!"

"Finally she understands!" Harry said looking heavenward, "You finally realized what a pain in the ass I is to have your friend shut up in a library twenty four hours a day?"

Hermione nodded, she sure understood what Harry and Ron had to go through in the early years when she practically lived in the library, Hermione had changed a lot from the person she was though and wasn't planning on going back to that lifestyle, she enjoyed her new one far to much for that, she only hoped she would be able to save her other self from the bitter and lonely life she was currently setting herself up for.

"Well OK I'll try, but no promises, it wasn't easy getting you out of there you know."

With that he gave her a quick peck on the lips before walking out on a mission to the library to remove one Hermione Granger from the clutches of the evil library, gee this brought back memories.

"Hermione I think you have failed in you quest to find out how we got here, you may as well just forget about it, your not going to find it, hell we don't even know how Albus found it he might have made it up on the spot for all we know."

"I have not failed I have just found a lot of ways that you didn't get here, and if I keep looking I know I will find the answer, the library always has the answer to everything. Always…" she trailed off as she continued scouring the books in front of her, she would be the one who found the means to travel through dimensions and she would do it before anyone else!

Melody Black was not a happy camper, sure she was happy for her husband who by all appearances had by some great miracle regained his godson, yes that was all well and good, but she was PREGNANT here! She was pregnant here and due to have her baby within the week if not any day and he had just took off and forgot about her! Tears streamed down her face, she knew she was being emotional, she knew that this was all a part of being pregnant the violent mood swings and such, but damn it she wanted her husband and she wanted him an hour ago.

Making her decision Melody walked outside and held out her wand arm.

She was going to give her husband a piece of her mind, and drag him home in the process.

Harry and Hermione decided to go for a walk on the grounds following lunch, it would give them a chance to discuss what to do about Hermione's counterpart who had remained staunchly in the library despite their best efforts to drag her out, it just wasn't healthy to remain locked up in a room with musty old books like that.

The rest of the gang they had been spending their time with were heading up to Dumbledore's office to chat about something or other, he couldn't exactly remember what.

In addition it gave them some time to be alone, something they rarely had time for before their arrival and had had very little of since.

Pushing open the doors of the entrance hall that led outside which had been kept closed the past few days due to a bitterly cold wind the pair were immediately set upon by the most terrifying beasts known to mankind, reporters.

"Daily Prophet reporter, Mr Potter is it true you travelled here from another dimension?" followed by "Mr Potter do you have any proof you can offer us as to how you arrived here?" And "The Alternate Universe theory has been around for some years Mr. Potter could you please tell us how you came about the answer?"

Hermione also got an earful but not as much as Harry, she wasn't after all the son of their Minister for Magic even if technically he wasn't his son from this dimension, not to mention he had defeated Voldemort, it probably helped that she was standing behind and off to the side of him as well.

"Ms. Granger can you tell us anything at all about your current predicament?"

"Ms. Granger were you the one to orchestrate the dimension travel?"

But the attention on Harry was overwhelming, "We heard there was a lecture held here the other night where you beat an senior Unspeakable without magic, is there anything you can tell us about that?" 

That was all they had the opportunity to hear before Harry slammed the door back shut. The look on his face was pure murder, Hermione knew what that look meant, who ever had told the press had better be running for the hills because if they weren't they bloody well should be.

He turned around barely taking any notice of her and stalked off towards Dumbledore's office. Sighing she decided to follow if only to prevent major bloodshed.

Despite Harry's head start and faster pace she managed to arrive at the Headmasters office only slightly behind him, probably because he was so mad that he had forgotten to take the short cuts that she had taken to get there.

Harry stormed into the office in such a state he didn't seem to notice the door blow itself to smithereens right in front of his nose, in fact anything that got in his way bas blown into itibity pieces without even a conscious thought from him.

Spinning around his cloak floated around in a manner reminiscent of Severus Snape.

"Just who alerted the press?" Harry asked in his lowest most deadly voice, everyone with any sense took a step back, unfortunately Professor Dumbledore was not known for his good sense he stood in his place calmly and stared into space. Unfortunately for the others though Harry had enough sense to realise that Albus was not the culprit, just being his usual oblivious self and ignoring whatever damage Harry was about to inflict. Hermione who had more sense than the others took several steps back; she did not want to be anywhere near the guilty party when Harry figured out who it was.

Well what did you think, I know it took ages longer than usual but things just kept popping up and I really wanted to get some things covered in this chapter, considerably longer than usual too about 6,500 words, hope you enjoyed it, not entirely sure when the next chapter will be up but it will be as soon as I can possibly manage to write it.