Attention: Hello, I know the formatting sucks in chapter two, and you know what, I spent an hour fixing it in the editing section of the place where you edit what your posting and it still turned out like that. Which may be because I am typing on an apple. Which is something I don't usually do, but, it is the only computer available to me at the moment. Thank you for enjoying my fic, and if you took the time to slog through.
… means speaking.
Chapter Three
Revelation
The next day, twelve thirty
Ding, dong
Remus, can you get that?
Harry groggily yelled.
No answer and another ring of the door bell.
Damn!
Harry swore as he rolled out of bed and walked downstairs to get the door, pajamas, ridiculously horrible bed head, bare feet and all.
Again the door bell rang.
I'm coming
He angrily yelled at the door,
Hermione, what are you doing here?
Yeah, yeah, good morning to you too.
Harry just scowled.
You know. You weren't this bad at Hogwarts.
I was on a normal schedule then too, if you remember.
Very true, so how are you, Harry?
Tired.
No, how's life?
Bloody wonderful.
Come on Harry, seriously.
Shitty, does that answer the bloody question?
Some what.
Did you still want a place to stay?
If your still offering…. After I tell you something.
Come on,
he gestured for her to follow.
He led her upstairs to the first room, a lime green room with jungle motif wallpaper and sat on the floor of the deserted room.
What do you need to tell me?
My deepest most heavily guarded secret, the reason I jumped at the chance of a long fellowship in a secluded place.
What is it?
He asked concerned.
You remember the last battle…. Right?
How could I forget….
Well…. I was fighting and I was bit, I was bitten by one of Voldemort's Werewolves, Harry, I'm a werewolf, That's why I wanted to live in seclusion, why I can't live with my parents, no one knows but you and Remus.
How did you hide your condition from Pomfrey?
I never went to the hospital wing the rest of seventh year and I nicked some wolfsbane from Snape, that's how I survived my first transformation, I locked my self in my dorm and put up all the sound proofing and locking charms I could think of.
That's why you missed that day of classes, I was so worried and I couldn't get into your room, to see what was the matter.
I'm sorry.
Don't be, it's all my fault, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been fighting or bitten, I'm so sorry, Hermione,
and he latched onto her hugging and sobbing.
Don't be Harry, you won, if you hadn't I would have been killed, all I need for you to do is never tell a soul, promise me that?
I promise, I'll build you a safe room in the basement and double my brewing of wolfsbane. I have enough made for both you and Remus, this month.
They sat on the floor in the corner of Hermione's room till an hour before Harry had to get ready for work.
Hermione, this is your room, you can do whatever you like with it, rip off the wallpaper, paint it, whatever, underneath the wallpaper, the room is blue, or so I've been told. There's paint and scrapers and painting equipment in the basement. I'm sorry I have to leave, but if I called in, I'd for sure be sacked.
It's okay, Harry. Thank you… for understanding.
He hugged her one last time before heading off to take a shower, make a quick meal and go to another night of hell…. Oh sorry, work.
After Harry left, Remus got in and came upstairs .
Hermione, what are you doing?
Scraping the wallpaper off the wall.
There's dinner downstairs, would you like to join me?
What is it?
Uh…. Some rice concoction of Harry's.
What's in it?
Um… it looks like rice, tomato sauce, tuna fish, corn and most likely, random spices and there's cheese in the fridge.
Are Harry's concoctions usually edible?
Yeah, actually, the man is a fair cook.
Can you cook, Remus?
I can get by without starving, if that is what your asking.
She laughed,
I'm fairly horrible at cooking, I live the past years on tuna fish, grilled cheese sandwiches…. Well when I had some sort of bread…
Remus cut her off.
And whatever is quick, easy and comes from a can?
Yeah, pretty much.
So you did a fair bit of improvising.
Yes, yes I did.
That'll probably work wonders in this house, because none of us shop much, and eat randomly, here and there. So how about that dinner?
Let's go.
Remus and Hermione went down, dished out plates of food from the pot, and Hermione sat at the kitchen table, while Remus went over to the refrigerator and got out the cheese,
Hermione, what would you like to drink?
What do you have?
Um…. Beer or tap water.
Did Harry do the shopping?
Yeah, cause I've been gone the past few months. So beer?
I guess.
Remus sat down with the shredded cheese and beers in tow and the two started to eat.
So, did you tell him?
Harry?
Yeah.
How did he react?
We sat in the corner of my room crying for much of the afternoon. He accepted my condition though and is going to build me a safe room in the basement.
I knew he would be accepting, you are his best friend.
I don't know why I was so scared to tell him.
The same reason I was to tell anyone, rejection.
That makes sense.
They finished their meal.
Would you like some help with your room?
Absolutely, thank you.
Harry got to his cubicle a whole minute early and started on the mound of paperwork, upon his desk. Yes, research for other field agents cases.
Ten minutes later,
Potter, your actually here, that's a change,
commented the Head of the Auror department, before exiting.
Five minutes later,
Hiya Harry, nice hair.
Huh? Oh, hi Tonks.
What did a werewolf attack your head?
Harry was quiet for a sec,
Uh…. No…. bad hair day.
What you didn't have time to brush your hair today,
she kidded.
Actually, your right, I didn't.
Why not?
Got some startling news from my best friend.
Which?
Hermione.
What about?
I can't tell you.
So, when did you start associating with people? Ah…. So you went to the reunion, good for you, Harry, there's one step!
She's moving into my house and she got back, I think last week, not sure really… why don't you ask, Remus, he's more awake then me.
I haven't seen him lately, full moon remember.
Oh, yeah, sure
His eyes widened.
Hermione!
Tonks looked at him oddly,
Harry, it's the beginning of the month.
Is it?
I'll let you get back to work,
she mussed his already insane hair.
Oh, thanks.
Your welcome, don't want Jackson against me too,
Yeah, the guy can't let go of an old grudge.
What do you mean?
Not sure really, but it seems like he had a problem with one or the other of my parents, not sure really.
Sounds like that idiot muggle who's in control of the states.
Your right, didn't he start a war because his father lost to the guy?
Yeah, yeah I think so, you get muggle press?
Yeah.
I'm going to work now, Potter.
Good for you. Don't you go home soon?
She grinned.
That I do, Potter.
Lucky bastard!
Thank you,
and Tonks left Harry's whole in the wall… or cubicle.
I'm going to LA from Dec 29th through Januart 4th, and then I'm going home, for four days, that's probably the next time I'll be able to update, hope you enjoyed the chapter.
