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himesame16 - Well, here you go, more! No, she doesn't hate Chibi-Usa, I don't know if I might involve Chibi-Usa, what do you think? As for your other question, I don't know if I'm going to add more HP characters and the Senshi are dead...unfortunately.
Chibi Pyro Duo - That and Ron/Hermione is about the only pairing I'm sure on, hope you enjoy this bit too!
Eternal Cosmos - You are my idol, you have THE BEST stories ever, newayz hope you enjoy the fic and guess what...this chapters a little longer than the last one!
Newfie Child - You have been blessed with more.
Harry pulled the warm covers up around him, snuggling into the lush and abundant pillows that littered his bed at number 12 Grimmauld Place. Sighing, this had become his home, yes the Dursley's were his direct family, but things were different now. He'd come of age, joined to order, learned to Apparate, humiliated Malfoy publicly in Diagon Alley and had just been told some fantastic news by both Hermione and Remus.
An owl tapped at the window, "Oh, it's form Viktor," Hermione said standing up to let the large black owl in, it stuck it's letter out to her. "Thanks Donovan," she smiled, the owl hooted happily before fluttering once more out of the still open window.
"Don't tell me you're still going out with that guy?" Ron moaned, flopping forward onto his crossed arms.
Hermione turned away to open her envelope looking upset, Harry got up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder comfortingly, "Ignore him Hermione," he suggested.
Ron was glaring at his best friend from under straying tendrils of red, orange, hair. Jealousy rippled through him, it should be him comforting Hermione not Harry, but then again, he was the cause of her distress so he was being slightly hypocritical, "I'm sorry Hermione."
She turned to face him, her face breaking into a grin, "I forgive you Ron," she replied through her arms around his neck and hugging him. Ron went red, maybe his tongue should slip up more often if this was the reward it got him.
"What's Viktor got to say Hermione?" Harry asked, completely unfazed by this whole ordeal, he'd noticed Ron glaring at him even if Hermione didn't. He could tell Ron was after Hermione, to Harry she was just a best friend, including being his homework wonder.
She merely gasped as her eyes scanned over the letter, the envelope that it came in fluttered uselessly from her hand and four slips of paper slipped out. Harry grabbed for them and Hermione bent to pick them up but Ron got there first, snatching them out of both their grasps. His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide as he proceeded to fully intake what the slips were.
"Well what are they Ron?" Harry asked as he starred from the shell shocked Hermione to the flabbergasted Ron in utter confusion.
"Tickets," Ron mouthed as he took two and slid them over, "Tickets to this year's Quidditch World Cup…" Ron finished breathlessly, Hermione took one and Harry took the other.
It was a night sky, with twinkling stars and a lacy red border, a snitch zoomed around in the background and the text danced across the ticket. 'Primary Ticket, all inclusive'
"So what, it's being held in England again is it?" Harry asked looking back at Ron and Hermione.
"Harry," Hermione said quietly, "do you even know what it means by all inclusive?" Harry shook his head in reply to Hermione's question.
"We get the best seats," Ron said while a grin cracked his face in two, "we get to meet the teams, go back stage and get free home-team merchandise," Ron explained.
Harry's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, "How much do these things cost?"
"1000 galleons a ticket," Hermione said quietly, Ron nodded and Harry sat rooted to his seat as his entire body went numb with shock, "and we have four."
"Well we could sell the other one," Ron cried, jumping to his feet waving the two he still had in the air.
"Ron," Hermione exclaimed looking put out, "they were a gift!"
"A damn good one," Ron said, still looking flabbergasted.
"So we're going yeh?" asked Harry.
"Hell yeh!" Ron proclaimed, but calmed down a bit at the warning looks Harry sent him after seeing the reproachful look Hermione sent his way. "I mean, can we come with you Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Don't be silly Ron," Hermione said crossing her arms, for a moment Ron looked disappointed, but then Hermione smiled, "of course you can come," she flung her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He blushed and rubbed her feebly on the back, Harry snickered.
"Though who else shall we bring?" Hermione asked looking thoughtful, pouting slightly.
"How about we take Cho?" Ron asked with a wink in Harry's direction.
Harry glared, "Or not."
Hermione caught the looks Ron threw at Harry and she saw Harry's glare, she proceeded to look pointedly at Ron, "Ron Weasley, what were you thinking?" Harry smirked, leaning back in his chair as Ron gulped. Hermione spun around to look at Harry, "And don't think you're off the hook, I don't here you making any suggestions, good or bad."
"Remus Lupin," Harry replied casually as though it had been obvious.
As Hermione stood there looking half dazed Ron jumped up, "Brilliant," he then high fived Harry and the two strolled out of the room.
Hermione sighed and shook her head, "Boys will be boys."
Harry sighed, that was a good memory, it wasn't good enough to keep dementors off…but it was still good. He snuggled further into the bed, rolling over onto his stomach and looking out the window and across the street at number twenty. The news he'd then received from Remus was good too.
"Professor Lupin!" Harry called as he Apparated into the werewolf's room. He heard a startled cry and Harry spun around to see the blonde haired man with a hand over his heart looking at him.
"Ah Harry, I was just coming to find you," Lupin said going over to sit on his bed and motioning for Harry to join him.
"Were you Professor Lupin?" Harry asked looking shocked, Lupin nodded, "well I, I mean we, well…"
"Harry?" Lupin asked looking puzzled.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come to the Quidditch World Cup," Lupin remained silent but looked thoughtful, "well?" Harry pressed.
"Hm," Lupin grinned down at Harry who was now sat beside him, "I'll only come," Harry looked apprehensive at the word 'only', "if you'll let me be your teacher this year."
"You mean your coming back?" Harry asked, his face lighting up, Lupin nodded, "Oh great, and you coming to the World Cup yeh?"
"Well, someone's got to be your chaperone," Lupin replied jokingly and they both laughed.
Harry smiled as he put his glasses on the bedside table ready for bed, happy memories chased themselves haphazardly around his brain as he drifted off to the comforting thought that tomorrow he would be going to America to see the Quidditch World Cup.
There was a tapping on the window and a knocking at the door, his alarm sounded mercilessly in his ear, Harry scrunched up his eyes and buried himself in the blankets to barricade his sensitive morning ears against the evil morning sounds. "Harry!" it was Hermione he could tell and soon there would be a blue flash behind his eyelids as Hermione came in.
"Alohomora," a soft blue light filled the room and Hermione walked in.
She would then routinely walk over to his window and open the curtains and let in the owl that brought him the daily prophet and give it a Knut which he would have to pay back later with interest.
Hermione walked in; took one look at the lump under the covers and went over to the window. She sighed as she threw open the curtains causing the bright morning light stream in, she then opened the old windows and brown barn owl flew in. She untied The Daily Prophet from it's leg and dropped a Knut in it's pouch she drew some biscuit crumbs from her pocket and the owl twittered happily as it ate them before flying out of the still open window.
A pale red flash would then be seen as she turned off his retched alarm clock and then…
"Finite Incantartem," she said and the red stream of light hit the vibrating alarm clock making it stop and lie still. Then she strode over to the bed, grabbed the covers in one hand and then…
"HARRY GET UP!" she yelled, he visibly winced and cracked one eye open, rolling it around before it focused on her as his vision cleared.
"One more minute; isn't going to work is it?" Harry asked hopefully, his voice half muffled by his arm and the still warm cover on which he lay.
"No, not this time mister, we've got an early start, Lupin's been kind enough to cook us breakfast, are trunks are all downstairs and Mrs Weasley is going to get are books for us while we're away," Hermione said as Harry sat up, rubbed his eyes and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
He yawned and blinked when he felt Hermione place his glasses on for him, "Thanks Hermione," he replied, she smiled and walked out.
"If you go back to bed you'll be in trouble," she called back over her shoulder grinning.
Harry smiled as he pulled his pyjamas off and began dressing in the outfit he'd laid out on a chair beside his bed last night, "1…2…3," he counted silently to himself.
"RONALD WEASLEY, GET UP NOW!!!"
Harry shook his head and laughed as he pulled a green sweater over his head, grabbed his night-shirt and pants and headed out the door. He was jus tin time, as always, to see Hermione storm down the stairs as Ron stumbled groggily out of his bedroom door. "Gees, I wouldn't want to be her kid someday," Ron said just before he yawned.
"Sounds like you already are," Harry said grinning, he saw the nasty look Ron sent his way but in stead of looking threatening, as it was supposed to, it looked more humorous because while he tried to glare he also kept yawning.
They were half-way down the stairs, they had decided to walk to walk themselves up rather than risk splinching, when Ron's nose twitched, "Food," he exclaimed delightedly and was gone in with a crack.
Harry, who was at the bottom of the stairs by this point, was just in time to see Ron reappear in the kitchen doorway and stroll in after him.
"Morning all," Lupin said as he laid out a breakfast of bacon, fried egg, sausages, fried mushrooms and beans in front of each of them.
"Yum, this looks delicious," Harry said grinning at Lupin who grinned back as Harry dug into his food, he and Ron matching each other for speed.
"I needn't say eat quickly, but we have to leave soon," Lupin laughed at the startled glances that Harry and Ron threw at him before hastily checking the clock hanging on the wall nearest them.
"Hermione," Ron exclaimed, "why didn't you wake us up earlier?"
"What for?" Hermione spat nastily, "so you could eat more food?"
"Well that's one reason," Ron said pouting, Hermione just hmphed and looked away, pushing her almost finished bowl of cereal into the centre of the table before standing.
"I'll go get our trunks," Hermione said coldly moving out of the room and they, all three, could here her moving up the stairs.
"Was it something I said?" Ron asked looked puzzled, Lupin and Harry just looked at him before laughing, Harry rocking back and forth in his seat trying to keep it on two legs and not none.
"Harry," there was a shout from upstairs, "do you want to bring your Firebolt?" it was Hermione.
"Yeh please, thanks Hermione!" Harry yelled back. There was some sound of clutter before Hermione tumbled down the stairs, this morning she was wearing pink flip-flops, it was warm this summer, a pink plaid skirt that went down the her knee and a white tank-top.
She smiled, "We ready to go then?" she asked.
Harry saw Ron's mouth drop open as Lupin magically washed the dishes and stacked them inside their rightful cupboard.
"Yeh," Ron replied breathlessly, Ron was wearing black trousers and a dark red, baggy t-shirt.
"Off we go then," Lupin said as he followed Hermione into the hall, Ron and Harry behind him, Harry himself wearing an emerald green top and a pair of Dudley's old jeans which he'd transfigured to fit him.
"Uh…where's our stuff?" Ron asked coming up next to where Hermione was walking near the front, Lupin had gone to the back so he could shut the door and Harry wasn't paying attention.
"In here," Hermione said indicating a small purple back that she had at her side, the one long strap slung around her shoulder.
"But…how?" Ron looked confused.
"Honestly Ron," Hermione sounded exasperated by this point, "didn't you ever think of a shrinking charm?" she asked looking at him pointedly in the eye, he blushed and looked away.
"Everyone ready then?" Lupin asked, the other three of the quartet nodded, Lupin went the edge of the road and stuck out his right hand.
"Lupin what are you?" Harry started but he trailed off when a familiar, triple-decker bus, purple triple-decker bus, clattered to a halt in front of Lupin.
"Hello, I am Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this trip, if you would like to step on board lady and gentlemen," Harry grinned, it had been a while, well three years, since he'd last been on the Night Bus.
"Thank-you," Lupin replied helping Hermione and Ron onboard, "Harry?" Harry came back to his senses and followed.
""Well strike me pink, Ernie, look, it's Neville," Harry and Stan laughed, though Ernie who was currently at the wheel didn't seem to notice.
"Neville?" Harry's three friends repeated confusedly.
Harry and Stan looked at each other, a secretive glimmer in their eyes, "We'll tell you when you're older," Harry said tapping his nose and grinning.
"They still haven't caught Black though, at least not from what I heard," Stan said thoughtfully, whether he wanted a response or not he didn't get one, at least not from Harry. The shine left those emerald eyes as he went and sat down on one of the beds dejectedly, his hand only half holding onto the silver pole beside him.
"Harry," Hermione said quietly, coming up beside him and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, "you okay?"
"Yeh Hermione," he said glumly putting his hand reassuringly on top of hers.
"He doesn't know Harry," she looked at Stan who was talking to Remus while Ron was closely inspecting a rather grotesque looking head that an old man was clutching in his sleep. "Please don't be said Harry, I know as well as you do that Sirius is dead but you were so happy just now, please don't through that away Harry," Hermione pleaded.
Harry looked at her, a small smile edged into the corner of his mouth, "Okay Hermione," he said, she smiled and went to pull Ron away from where he was trying to pry the repulsive head from the sleeping man's grip to get a better look at it.
"You alright there, Harry?" Harry jumped and turned around to come face to face with Lupin.
"Yes," he put a hand to his heart as he steadied his breathing, "why?"
"You looked a bit upset," Lupin trailed off.
Harry smiled sadly and looked away, "It's just," he sighed and looked out the window at the scenery that rolled by, "to everyone but us Sirius is a wondering murderer, and they'll never know, never understand that he never did any of those things."
"Harry," Lupin said quietly as Harry as eyes filled with tears, Harry himself wouldn't look at Lupin, the black haired boy took preference to starring out the window.
"But there must have been people, other people, that liked him, knew him well enough, well enough to know," Harry sniffed, "to know he would never do that."
"You're probably right, but those people wouldn't dare speak out for fear of what others would say about them, for what people like Lucius Malfoy would do to them," Lupin explained, his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Why didn't you say anything? You were one of his best friends; after all he did for you, why didn't you help him?" Harry asked looking through glassy eyes at Lupin.
"I didn't know," Lupin replied quietly, Harry looked disappointed.
"But you couldn't actually believe he did it did you?" Harry sniffed.
"How do you think my mind changed so easily in your third year?" Lupin asked. Harry nodded and he relaxed, actually he completely fainted form exhaustion, as Lupin laid him out on the bed they were sat on, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Not all is as it seems," Lupin spun around on the bed to come face to face with a small girl, about a year younger than Harry with large blue eyes and long straightened, dirty blond hair.
"Miss Lovegood?" Lupin asked looking for recognition.
"Yes professor?" she asked cocking her head to the side.
"What did you mean when you said 'not all is as it seems'?" inquired Lupin.
"You will understand in time," she replied and then walked off over towards the stairs to the upper two decks just as Hermione and Ron came over.
"What happened to Harry professor?" Ron asked looking form his friend to Lupin.
"Sleep caught up with him, I booked us two beds so why don't the three of you get comfortable and get some sleep, hm?" Lupin questioned looking between the two, Ron yawned, "my point exactly."
"Yeh actually, sleep sounds good to me," Ron replied deciding to bunk with Harry and leave Hermione to her own devices, Lupin could only smile.
A while later Stan conducted them all off of the Night Bus and onto a grass covered field, they were at the base of a fairly steep hill, with large stretches of fields on all sides, a forest a little to the right and what would appear to be a school in the distance.
"Up we go then," Lupin said, the three others turned and looked at him in horror.
"We actually have to climb up there?" Harry asked looking horrified.
"You have a broom don't you?" Harry jumped almost out of his boots and spun around.
"Luna?" he spluttered, Hermione looked a little annoyed, Lupin amused and Ron was craning his neck over Harry's shoulder to get a better look.
"Well Harry, do you have a broom?" the boy-who-lived nodded dumbly, "well then, why not fly up the hill?" Luna said, a Nimbus 2000 clutched in her right hand.
"I never thought of that one, what about you Hermione?" Ron asked grinning at Hermione who was already pulling out two miniature brooms from her bag and enlarging them.
She merely turned her nose up at him and handed he and Harry their brooms rather sharply, "I'd rather walk," and on that final note she stormed up the hill.
"Professor, so you want to ride with me?" Harry asked from where he sat astride his broom, he motioned with his head to the back of his broom.
"Alright Harry," Lupin replied climbing on, Luna had already started and was at least three-quarters of the way up, at least from this angle.
"Hold on," Harry said and he and Ron set off up the hill at top speed.
For a girl on foot Hermione wasn't doing to badly, hill climbing wise, however, he lost her footing and despite mass waving off arms she lost her balance and would have fallen down the hill. There was a whoop behind her from the boys and she suddenly felt the back of her jumper given an all mighty pull and she found herself curled up in Ron's lap as he flew her to the top of the hill.
"Ronald Weasley!" she screamed, "put me down now!" but he didn't hear her.
"Well that was exhilarating," Harry proclaimed, beaming from ear to ear as he shrunk his broom and tossed it to a reluctant looking Hermione, "so what now?" he asked looking around at the silent grassy hill-top that was spread before him.
"Oh my," Hermione gasped, "look at the view," Harry turned, it wasn't actually a half bad view, but it didn't keep him interested long. Buildings and different coloured grass had never been his most permanent eye catcher.
"Found it," Harry and Hermione both turned to see Lupin and Luna stand up to watch Ron wave an old Daily Prophet around.
"Very good Ron," Lupin looked at his watch and gasped, "Okay, everyone grab on, we've got less than a minute!"
Luna practically jumped at Ron, Lupin grabbed a corner of the paper, Harry did too but all too soon the familiar jerk behind his navel made him feel sick, he stuck out his hand and Hermione grabbed it just in time for her to be pulled along too. When they finally came out on the other end Hermione had her arms locked around Harry's waist and her head burrowing frantically into his chest, Ron looked furious.
"We're here now Hermione," Harry said quietly, she looked up at him, blushed profusely and then turned away looking rather embarrassed, not to mention pink in the face.
"Tickets please," asked a wizard in greying robes, he looked old.
"Here," Lupin said handing over the four tickets that Hermione had received in the post a while ago.
"You'll be having one of the private settlements then sir," Lupin looked surprised, Ron and Harry excited, Hermione just blushed, "just over there, the cabin." They all nodded speechlessly as the wizard touched his wand to the tickets and the stars in the background of the 3d tickets began to glow red.
I know I haven't crossed it over yet, this chapter was supposed to end with someone getting a nasty bonk on the head but then the mushy bits took a little bit longer so hey...you can wait till next chapter.