If the Harry Potter rights were mine, I be living in luxury and going to press conferences. THEY DO NOT and I have no rights and all characters belong to J.K Rowling

AN!! CAN ANYONE SAY HURICANE? TRIP DELAYED!! YIPPEE!!! Anyone wondering why I would skip a trip to Florida, it is because I wouldn't be able to talk to my soulmate and lover, who is dearer to me than myself.

Chapter 11

Midnight Discussions and Confessions

The common room was left by the last person and Hermione was all alone with Harry. They were still cozy and snuggled after the fight and those thoughts still lingered in the deepest recess of Hermione's mind. She spoke softly into Harry's ear. "It's midnight, love. Will you tell me everything now?"

A sigh of hesitancy escaped Harry's lips and he brought himself to stare into Hermione's eyes. Hermione's warmth and love collapsed his walls of ice covering his eyes every single moment he was with her. He couldn't lie, he couldn't hide. Everyone else saw someone that never really existed. She saw past the façade and saw Harry James Potter the boy who loves and cares.

"Where to begin, Hermione," Harry pulled off his shirt.

Hermione was confused for a moment, "What are you doing Harry. Oh my God, Harry!"

As Hermione traced the many scars on his back, he began his early childhood, "After Voldemort killed my parents, I was brought to the Dursleys house for my last living relative was there. These scars are my past. Years of lack of food, years of beatings, years of being bullied, this is what my past began like. My twin, Amanda, was treated barely above me, she never got physically beaten by Uncle Vernon, and the price was that I took the beatings for her. Birthday presents ever since I was 5 were beltings as you can see on my back that there are 252 individual belt marks or if you prefer scars. No food disabled my ability to recover and the scars still remain to this day; till my corpse is long disintegrated they will remain on me. My sister and I were bullied by Dudley and his ragtag group of bullies. Bruised healed, I was forced to grow up in a cupboard with my sister till we were 11 and our first Hogwarts letters came."

Hermione could see the pain look in his eyes and Harry continued his story. "At Hogwarts, I couldn't trust anyone only Amanda. Here a dark presence was awoken and was able to take control. For all my life, I've fought against a dark presence, it plagues my mind with nightmares, it preys on my choice to remain alone and that I was afraid. This side I call the Lone Wolf. You saw it earlier against the Death Eater. It is primal rage taking control of my body and fighting for survival. The lack of happiness feeds the Lone Wolf; the suffering it causes to others feeds it, most of all it feeds on my soul. When it claims my body, I feel my bones become chilled and the very fear saps strength. The sapped strength is replaced by anger and hatred, rage overcomes the body. When it claims me, a part of me dies. I've fought long and hard and was losing. I had to keep this a secret from everyone, I lived a lie. It seemed as if my life mission was to defeat Lord Voldemort and after that die. I didn't want to live. People I care about were the ones in most danger. A constant nightmare of mine is losing control. Losing control and taking one simple step in falling into the darkness completely. Losing myself in the process of becoming the next Dark lord, I was losing to the Lone Wolf, my morals, my essence to a creature within me. No sleep, bullies, it all added up and I was simply fighting a losing battle. I lived a lie and hoped no one saw that side of me, you saw it years ago when I fought the basilisk. You saw past that façade even years ago when I fought the basilisk you saw past the anger to the real me. My eyes became my shields against the reality, and one important thing has come to pass. Before I couldn't fight the Lone Wolf, the Lone Wolf simply won. The moment I realized that I loved you, my eyes no longer held the ice walls. You changed me. When you said, you love me. I was free. No anger no rage no hatred was in me at that moment. I wasn't alone, people I dated before were all dumped because they said they loved me and my heart utterly rejected them. You I felt real love which was the component that saved me from Voldemort when I was one year old. I can't go back to that life of rage and anger, not after I've felt loved by another who shares the same feelings. You gave me a life worth living for."

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry, I never knew. I wish I could have helped." Hermione's tears were wiped away by Harry's gentle caring hand.

Harry continued telling his story of what happened in his years of Hogwarts. The last five years, his adventures and what really happened. Explaining the curses and spells he used and learned. He was fascinated on how well Hermione took all of this information and how she asked how the patronous charm was done. Learning all this information so quickly, she was eager to learn the hand motions and words. Yawning from both Harry and Hermione indicated that they had enough talking for one day.

Harry collapsed unto the couch, his eyes deep in slumber. Hermione went to her room and slipped on her nightgown. Sliding the covers down, something felt not right. A though of Harry crossed her mind. She rushed down the stairs not caring if she woke the entire Gryffindor house. Harry was her concern. She stared at the couch seeing the sweating form of Harry trembling in his sleep. His tossing and turning and pained look on his face was obvious. His hands remained clenched and Hermione wouldn't stand by watching Harry suffer. She would do anything for him. Taking Harry's wand and pointing at his head she shouted the only spell she could think of at the moment "Legilimens!"

Immediately an invisible shield surrounded the mind and melted away at her presence. A rush and this wasn't like how Harry described it. She wasn't looking in Harry's mind, she was in it. Complex and multiple paths, Harry's mind had almost a mystical aura about it. Doorways and twists and turns, his mind wasn't organized but each door had its own musical calling. Opening a doorway, her breath went unheard as Harry fighting Harry came at each other again. One Harry held Godric's sword the other held Slytherin's sword. The one holding Salazar's sword was slightly hunched and those burning emerald eyes were the same foreign ones she saw gazing at Ron. She knew that was definitely the lone wolf. Slashing and parrying Hermione realized what he meant by fighting himself. The moved at blurring speeds with such amazing footwork. Each slash was met with correct parry and it seemed as if they could reach others minds.

"She can't save you Harry."

"Neither can you." Harry retorted

"She can't help you against Voldemort. Let me free."

Harry was infuriated, "You would kill her! You would do anything to ensure your own survival."

"You survive because of me! Who allows us to ward off Dudley from Amanda? Who fought Dudley's pathetic gang of losers and won? You're not going to stop me Harry. You can't and you won't."

"I won't let you." Desperation was creeping into Harry's voice. To Hermione, he seemed weaken with each passing parry. His body movements slowed as the Lone Wolf's increased. She never heard fear to such a degree come from anyone as she heard Harry objected, "I won't let you."

"You're all alone. No one is here to save you Harry. Not Dumbledore Not Hermione."

Hermione couldn't take it anymore just like during the summer; a compelling force overwhelmed her and urged her to help him. She realized she loved him, but that torturous thought of heartbreak came with her love as well. Her courage made her take the stand, "Harry, You are not alone!"

Hermione's words echoed throughout the mind the very walls vibrated with those words and Harry's slouch form seemed to strengthen as he straightened his back. Both Harry and the Lone Wolf stood staring at her with the same intensity that only those wonderful emerald pools could bring forth. The lone wolf shrank back as its platforms that it used to feed were striped away by Hermione's amazing words. A final stab at Harry before the Lone Wolf vanished into the furthest alcoves of Harry's mind.

Hermione returned to her own body. She sat next to Harry on the couch. Her left hand cupped his chin and she kissed him on the lips with as much love as she could give him. As her right hand pressed against Harry's muscular chest thick red blood came oozing forth from his side. She gasped and pulled back only to be drawn closer to Harry. Those emerald eyes held such thankfulness yet such deep pain.

"You're hurt Harry." Hermione mentioned hoping to somehow bring him out of his trance like stare.

"You're an angel, Hermione," was all that he replied before claiming her lips.

"Harry." She moaned as he kissed her again.

"You go up to your dormitory. I'm going to head to mine and hopefully get some sleep, love. Thank you."

Hermione left and Harry entered his new dormitory. Seeing his trunk he walked to the bed. Fingering his watch as he thought of Hermione, he remembered feeling that harsh heartbreak had misplaced her trust towards men. Harry hated this silent confession yet even though it wasn't brought up in the discussions. He wouldn't lose Hermione, he couldn't.

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