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Chapter 6: What to Do

"You what?" Hermione asked in complete disbelief.

"Yup. Without a wand," Harry smiled, "and all thanks to Aura. She says it's to help me against Voldemort."

The two friends twitched again, and Harry gave them a look of disapproval.

"Would you two stop that, please?" he sighed, sitting back.

"Sorry, Harry, but we just can't get used to his name… we've been raised to fear it," Ron replied.

"Well, that'll all be over soon, now that I'm learning this new, powerful technique."

"Maybe we should learn it, too," Ron shrugged. "You know, make us feel better about You-Know - um, V-Voldemort."

"Yeah, Harry, like in our Fifth year, when we were Dumbledore's Army!" Hermione squealed in delight. They all had fun pretending to help overthrow the Ministry of Magic, and their Fifth year's Defense teacher, Delores Umbridge, while learning valuable Defense skills, from Harry himself.

"I probably would end up doing it anyway, but to be on the safe-side, it would just be the three of us. No one else, alright?" Harry shook his head.

"Right," Ron and Hermione nodded in unison.

"Because there was that Marie or Margaret or whatever her name was that sold us out. And Cho was being demonic about it," Hermione finished.

Harry, of course, had never told Hermione what Cho had said about her, but it made him uneasy either way. He didn't need to worry about each other finding out anyways, because Cho had moved her last year to the Beauxbaton School, and he had a pretty good hunch that it was because of their fight on the train home.

"Well, either way, we don't tell anyone," he sighed, sitting back.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked immediately.

"Just a little tired," Harry nodded. He rubbed his thumbs against his temple, trying to ease his headache.

"I've got a potion upstairs in my trunk for cramps and headaches. Should I bring you some?" she asked, standing.

Harry and Ron moaned at the word 'cramps', but the next moment Harry nodded, his head throbbing painfully.

Hermione jetted upstairs and grabbed a small vial filled with a glowing blue liquid. Then she went back to the common room and gave Harry the vial.

"A sip should be plenty. A gulp and it'll put you to sleep for the night," Hermione nodded.

Harry pulled the cork from the top, and took a good-sized sip. Then he handed the vial back to Hermione.

"Harry, it's late," Ron said. "I think it's about midnight."

"Yes, Harry, just drink some more. You need the rest," Hermione handed the vial back. "Ron and I will help you up to your bed. Alright?"

"Yes, yes, fine," Harry nodded sleepily, taking another sip. In a few moments, he was asleep, Hermione smiling gently over him, and Ron heaving Harry partially onto his shoulder.

Okay, short... kind of meaningless, but only if you wanna be severely lost in the chapters to come!

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