The Coven; KK

Harry had looked everywhere. He looked up books, searched through old newspapers, song lyrics and even the internet but still he couldn't find anything about the clue that the woman gave to him. He kept on thinking about that mysterious woman and how captivating she was. She was so mysterious and that drew Harry's attention in more ways then one. He wished he could find her and talk to her, even see her again, but Harry knew that the chances of that happening were very slim. He couldn't help but to think of how beautiful she was on the night that he had saw her.

Harry was lying on his bed in his room. His head was at the end of the bed and his feet were up against the wall which he was bouncing a ball on to, thinking hard at what the women meant. He hears a knock at the door and he called out come in.

Hermione opened the door, closely followed by Ron. Hermione walked ever and jumped on Harry's bed.

"Harry, you have been in here since we left The Burrow which was tow nights ago, other then you disapparating to the library. You have hardly even eating anything." Hermione said with a very concerned face. "I'm worried that you are over working yourself.

"No I'm not. I just really want to get a move on with this case before someone else gets killed." Harry explained. He loved Hermione very much and how she cared so much about him but sometimes he just needed to be alone and think.

"Harry you hardly have any fun anymore. It is all work, work, work for you now," Hermione said while Ron too came and sat down on the bed.

"And what's so wrong with that? You were like that at school. You were always study, study, study."

"But I didn't use that to hide from things," said Hermione, softly and calmly to Harry.

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not hiding from anything," Harry said getting a little mad.

"Harry you are. You are scared of going out and letting your guard down once and awhile because you are afraid of getting hurt or getting someone else hurt."

"No I'm not,"

"I'm afraid Hermione is right Harry." Ron looking a lil afraid to admit that. "Since you have killed Voldemort you have completed the Aurors training course that was suppose to go for 4 years, but you completed it in 2 and you've only had one year as an Auror and already you are fighting with the big guns. Not to mention that you have captured over 20 Death Eaters and many other Voldemort wannabies. I don't think any Auror has ever completed so much in just over 3 years."

"Ok, so I'm dedicated to my work. What's the big deal?" Harry was getting fustrated so he got up and started to pace the room.

"Harry, there is a fine line between dedication and obsession." Hermione said. Harry balled up his fist to try and control his angry. "What I'm trying to say Harry is that I can't remember the last time you truly smiled or laughed."

"I smile and laugh thank you very much,"

"Yes, Harry. I have heard you laugh and smile, but Harry, your eyes don't smile. Not the way they use to. They are always glazed over and sheltered off to the world because you had to so you could be able to face Voldemort and won. But you have done that now Harry. It is time to let go and move on. You don't have to be the hero anymore."

"Yeah, sure thing Hermione. I'll do exactly that,' Harry said with sarcasm in his voice. "I'll just drop everyone's expectations of me and let my stupid heart to be so vonriable. And then people can walk all over me because they know they can. Not only will I do that but I'll might also become an alcoholic and a drugo and make a big scandal out of me. I'm sorry Hermione, but my life isn't as perfect as yours. I've had to live with the fact that everyday of my teenage years I've had the whole worlds fate on my shoulders and there was more then a 50% chance that I would die and along with many people of whom I loved. I'm sorry I'm sick of watching the people I love getting hurt and I'm sick of getting hurt." Harry couldn't take their staring any longer. He disapparated, leaving them staring at the space that Harry was standing, wide eyed and shocked.

"I hate it when he does that," Hermione said getting off Harry's bed. Hermione was furious and she started to pace around the room. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't keep still. Ron didn't know what to do with himself. "I hate it how he just disapparates before we have solved the problem. He just keeps on running away from things he doesn't want to face. Oh, Ron what are we going to do?"

Ron looked up at Hermione. Her eyes were all glazed over and he new that she was about to cry. Ron got up and took her in his arms and sighed. Hermione then just let the tears flow out of her. Letting all her sadness and sorrow go. "I don't think there is much we can do Hermione." Ron said to her. Keeping her close to him, embracing her with as much love as possible. "I think Harry just needs to figure this one out on his own. All we can do now is be here for him." They stood there for awhile, Hermione crying in Ron's embrace. Ron stroking her soft smooth hair, calming her down. "Come on, let's go and have a cup of tea," Ron said after Hermione had calmed herself down as much as possible.

They went into the kitchen and Ron prepared the tea while Hermione sat on one of the kitchen stoles, resting her head on her hands. "It feels weird." Ron started to say. "It's weird you being angry at Harry. It was always me you were angry at," Ron and Hermione smiled at each other.

"Things have defiantly changed Ron. And anyway way. You were always the one that started it." Hermione said grinning at Ron cheekily.

"I was not, you were the one that always provoked me," Ron said back to her.

"Well, we have defiantly matured since our school days." Hermione said thankfully. Ron handed over her tea and Hermione took a sip of it. "I'm so glad that you are here right now. I don't think I could have dealt with this on my own,"

"That's ok. I love being at least a little bit useful," Ron took a sip of his tea and he felt it warm his insides. He didn't know how long he could take his love for Hermione. He wanted her some much but he just couldn't fine the gust to tell her. But what if you never tell her and then she ends up marrying this cunning wizard because you didn't have the gust to own up to your true feelings. Said a little nagging voice in Ron's head. He thought about that. Watching Hermione fall in love with somebody else would just break Ron's heart. I guess this as good as any time to tell her, Ron thought.

"Hermione, can......... can I tell you something..................."

Harry was walking along the dark roads of London. Trying to clear his head of all his troubled thoughts. How could Hermione say those things to him. It was his life for starters and he should be able to choose how he was going to live it. Sure, he did get lonely once and awhile but ever time he did he just got more involved with work. He didn't want to go out and fall in love just to get his heart crushed yet again. He also didn't want to be responsible for other people to get hurt because of him. Neither of them understood what he went through. Sure, both of them were there with him and all, but they didn't know how much pressure he was under by the whole world. All of their expectations weighing him down to kill Voldemort. Even now he still felt the pressure to do even more good. To capture or kill all the bad wizards out there that threaten this world. He didn't have any time to fall in love. Let alone have fun.

Harry sighed, feeling all the pressure of this world caving in around him. He decided that he needed a drink. He found a muggle bar not that far ahead. This bar was small and brightly lit. The bar was crowded with people out for a good time and the regulars that were always there. Harry sat at the bar and ordered a Jim Beam and coke. He sat there, gulping down his drink and looking around the bar. He sat there, watching and listening to the sounds of laughter and yelling. Watching people playing pool and dancing to the Juke Box. He did miss having fun and laughing, but every time he felt that willing to let go, he pushed it down even deeper. Hiding it as much as he could.

He finished off his drink and he was about to order another one but then someone caught his eye. A woman, standing against the far wall, wearing muggle clothes and a red cap that hid most of her face. Even though her face was cover Harry could just see the white pale skin and the blonde dreadlocks. She sensed that someone was watching her. She looked up and their eyes met. For a second they just stared at each other, but then she quickly started to move towards the exit.

Harry wasted no time and started to follow her. Harry had to weave his way through the mass of crowd, occasionally bumping into people but he didn't care. All he cared about was capturing this woman and talk to her. He saw her leave the bar and run out to her left with Harry just a couple of steps behind her. He stepped out onto the street. He saw her running at a very fast speed. He begun to run after her, trying to run as faced as he could. She turned a corner that lead into the dark alley ways. He kept on running, he was finding it hard to breathe and he felt a stitch form in his sides but he couldn't give up. He turned into the alley way but when he got there, she was nowhere in sight. He knew that there was no point in running anymore so he slowed down, then he bent over, trying to calm his breathing down. But just then, out of now where, came the woman barging into him, using her body to trapping him against the wall. She quickly draw out a knife, holding it up against Harry's throat. He didn't move, knowing that could kill him any second.

Harry looked at the woman and noticed a pendent around her neck with a symbol on it. Harry was curious at what it meant but then the woman spoke. "Third day of the full moon. Park of the dead. Mary Chasings. .Midnight. All of your questions will be answered." Then she shimmers away before Harry had a chance to say a word.

Hermione stirred, and then she heard something in her room. She suddenly woke up to see Harry just about to close the door.

"Harry?" Hermione said.

"Hi......... sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," Harry said softly.

"That's ok," she said to him. "You can come in if you want," Harry walked into Hermione's room and sat down on her bed.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. For having a go at you tonight," Harry said not looking her in the eye. "It was uncalled for. I know you are just trying to look after me but I need to deal with my problems when I'm ready."

Hermione smiled and forgave him straight away. She lent over and hugged him. "I'm sorry too. I'm just really worried about you. You are the brother I never had and I don't like to see you so unhappy,"

Harry smiled and returned the hug. "You're the family love that I never had,' Harry said to her. "I'm so lucky to have both you and Ron with me. I don't think I could survive without either of you too."

"I thought I heard talking," Harry and Hermione broke away from there hug and saw Ron leaning against the door.

"Hey, Ron I'm really........" Harry started to say but the Ron cut him off.

"It's ok Harry," Ron said smiling. Ron came in and sat down on the bed as well.

"Hermione," Harry said a little curiously.

"Yes Harry?"

"I know it's late and all but could you help me with something?"

Hermione smiled. "Yes Harry, I'll be glad to help you."

Harry then started to tell them what happened to him that night. About seeing the woman again and the message that she told him. Also the about the muggle clothes that she was wearing and the pendent around her neck.

"Could you help me try and find if that pendent means anything?" Harry asked both Hermione and Ron.

"Sure, do you think you could draw what it looks like for me or try you're hardest to describe it?" Harry nodded. "Ok, how about we all get up and have some breakfast because I know we wont be getting anymore sleep tonight."

They all agreed and headed out to the kitchen. Ron prepared the food while Harry made the tea. Hermione went and got some parchment, quill and a book. When the food and tea was ready they all sat around the dinning table.

"Ok, so what did it look like," Hermione asked Harry.

"Well, it was round and it looked like it had 2 K's in the middle but one was facing left and the other was facing right,"

"Was it silver or gold or what?" Ron asked.

"It was silver metal and it was simple. It didn't have any stones and it wasn't solid. Like a coin or anything. There were holes in it."

"Why don't you try and draw it. So we can try and understand the description better." Harry obeyed Hermione and didn't the best drawing he could from memory. When Harry was finished Hermione stared at it for awhile. She then opened her book that she had and started to look through it. After a little while of searching she found what she was looking for. She turned the book around and there was the picture of the pendent.

"This pendent that you saw on her represents a coven called K.K." Hermione told Harry. "This is a very powerful coven and no-one really knows anything about it, both in our world and the muggle world. They are nor good nor bad. They create their own rules and I have heard that they kill for a living." The last thing Hermione said hung in the air like someone had just died