Well I forgot to say this last time, his escape was inspired by well... obviously "The Count of Monte Cristo," but also "The Shashank Redemption," one of my favorite movies.
Chapter Twelve.... Alive...
Three days later, Harry apparated to the basement of his house, well officially Hermione's now. Someone was coming down the steps, when he arrived, so he hid in the shadows, it was Hermione. He attempted to sneak behind her, when he was half a foot from her, she said, "I can smell you, Harry. How?"
"You don't need to know."
"That's enough for me. I'm just glad your alive, the ministry thinks your dead, but they can't know your not. Let's go upstairs, clean you up." Hermione dragged him up to the bathroom and started to draw him a bath.
"Take a bath, first, then a shower, then I'll try to patch up any serious injuries, I'll bring in some of your clothes," she left him to his bath.
Right when he was getting into the tub, Hermione knocked on the door, "I'm slipping your clothes in," and she did just that, setting his clothes by the inside of the door and closing it.
Then she spoke through the door, "What color hair would you like?"
"What? Sorry, Hermione, can you ask me afterwards, I can't hear you over the water."
"Alright."
An hour or so later, Harry was finished with his bath, followed by a shower, clean shaven and looking the best he had in years, well.... if you take away the fact his face was disfigured, and he was extremely malnourished.
The state of his jaw rather shocked him, he knew it was bad, but had no idea what it actually looked like, his cheek was sunken in, from his fractured jaw and the loss of numerous teeth. He didnt' particurly care about the jaw, it was the teeth that worried him, and luckily all of them were recovered.
Harry finally exited the bathroom, and went in search of Hermione.
He found her in the kitchen making condensed soup. "Real hot food?" Harry asked excitedly.
"Yeah, hope you like chicken noodle."
"Anything sounds excellent after months of maggoty and the past week, add mold to the maggots."
"I'd say so."
"Uh... Hermione... do you... by any chance have my teeth?"
"That were in with the stuff you sent back with me?"
"Yeah."
"I do, why?"
"Is there anyway they can be put back in?"
"I could take you to my parents, but first off, what are we going to do about disguising you?"
"Didn't think of that."
"What color hair would you like?"
"Uh... I don't know... dark brown, so it's not that far off from my normal hair, why?"
"Cause I'm going to dye your hair."
"Oh... with what?"
"I'm going to pick up some magical dye, which has longer life, six months for each time you dye it."
"How do you know this stuff?"
"Did you really think that was Lavender's natural color six, seventh year?"
"Ah, she dyed it? Wasn't her hair sorta that color most of our school years?"
"Yes and no... it was getting darker so she dyed it."
"Oh..."
"What color eyes would you like?"
"Blue."
"Okay, can I borrow your glasses for awhile?"
"Uh.... why? I can't really see all to well without them."
"So, I can get you some contacts with the right prescription."
"Oh, alright.... can I sleep upstairs?"
"Yeah, it's your house."
"No, it's yours."
"Harry," she repremanded, as he just gave her a look.. and his glasses and blindly went upstairs to sleep.
An hour later, Hermione was back, with the hair dye and contacts, also Harry's glasses, which she broke to bring to the store, and now did the 'Occulus Reparo' on them and put them in Harry's bedside drawer.
"Harry," she called, "Harry," she said again as she shook his shoulder.
"Hmm."
"Wake up."
He sat up, "Is it all a dream? Am I really here?" He asked the blur which was Hermione.
"Yes, your here, come on, let's dye your hair. Oh, yeah, here are your contacts, put them in."
"Ha... how?"
"Uh.... put the lens on your finger and stick it in your eye."
"Uh...."
"Want me to magic them in?"
"Yes, please." She did so. "Thanks."
Two hours later, Harry's hair was now a dark brown, his eyes were blue and he looked like a totally different person.
After seeing himself in the mirror, he said, "I think I need a new name."
"Your right, but what."
"I don't know, something that has no connection with me or my family history."
"How about... uh.........."
"What?"
"I don't know."
"Alright, uh... I am.... who.... uh, what should my birthday be....?"
"Uh..."
"How about August thirteenth... then it's my birthday backwards, and I'm still a Leo?"
"Sounds good, uh... hmm.... a name?"
A knock at the door.
"Uh, oh, I forgot!"
"What?"
"I told Viktor he could stay here while he's in town for Quidditich business. How can I explain you?"
"I'm a friend of yours, that's how."
Hermione went and answered the door.
"Hello Viktor."
"Hermyownninny, how far you?"
"Great, Viktor and you?"
"Ah.. excellent."
Hermione closed and locked the door behind Krum.
Whom she led inside, when Krum saw Harry, he asked, "Who var you?"
"I'm..."
"'Arry? Your alife?"
"I'm... uh... not Harry," Harry winked.
"Ah, I see, vou sound like 'Arry though, you may need to change that."
"So, how are you Viktor Krum?" Harry inquired.
"Very well, and you?"
"Uh..."
"Let's go down to the basement.... I need to take out the clothes."
And the three went down to talk in Hermione's safe room.
"Your alife! How wonderful, I vem so happy!"
"Thanks Viktor."
"Are there any other accents you can speak in?" inquired Krum.
"Yeah.... I guess....why?"
"Speak in them."
"Harry started speaking in a Scottish accent.
"No, still too English sounding."
"Okay," Harry replied in an Irish accent and kept talking in it.
"That is it! Vhat do you think Hermioneninny?"
"I agree, that is your accent."
"But who am I? Am I muggle or magical? Where did I go to school? What are my parents names? My name... my full name?"
"How would you like to be my cousin?" asked Viktor.
"Alright, but what's my name... and..."
"How about sumthing Leovich Krukov?" asked Viktor.
"Sound good, so I'm Irish-Bulgarian?"
"Ves."
"But what's my first name?"
"How about Patrick, that's definitely Irish."
"Sounds good. Yeah. Damn, I must have had some conflicting issues at the World Cup... well the one we attended. I don't even know what happened in the last one."
"Your my cousin remember?"
"Yeah."
"Your parents died your.... fifth year, so you went to live with family in Bulgaria."
"Yeah."
"You vent to Durmstrang."
"Okay."
"But what are your parents names?" Hermione asked.
"Your father vas Leo Krutov."
"And my mother.....?"
"Kathleen McGovern?"
"Sure."
BEEP
"Ron's here."
"How do you know?"
"The beep," Hermione grabbed her basket of clothes and the other two followed her up the stairs.
She set the basket on the kitchen table and Harry followed her as she went to greet Ron in the entrance way.
"Hi Hermione... who are you?" Ron asked Harry. (Who's scar had been concealed during the half hour in the basement).
"Ron, this is Patrick... my friend."
"Hello Ron," greeted Harry in his new Irish accent, "Don't you play Keeper for the Cannons?"
"Yeah, I do."
"You were massacred by Puddlemere your first start right?"
Ron's ears went red, and he nodded, then shot back, "So, who are you?"
"I'm Patrick," he was cut off.
"Patrick Krukov, my cousin, how are you, Ron Veasley?"
"Vicky?"
"Viktor or Krum, if you vill Ron."
"What are you doing here?"
"I am in town for the Quidditich Convention."
"Oh, and your Irish cousin, here?"
"He lives here."
"With Hermione?"
"Yeah, I hadn't realized the woman my cousin was dating was Hermione either, so it was a pleasent surprise."
"Hermione! Why didn't you tell me you were dating someone?" Ron asked cheerily.
"Uh... was waiting for the right time.... I guess."
"So... how long?"
"How long what?"
"How long have you been dating?"
"Uh... three.. or is it four months, Patrick?"
"Uh... four."
"And your living together?"
"Yeah, for the past week or so."
"Yes! Now I have an excuse to force you to come to the monthly Weasley family dinner."
"What?" asked Harry.
"You have to meet my family, Patrick! It's this Saturday. And I will not take no for an answer."
"Umm... Patrick and I were just leaving... may we?"
"Yeah, go ahead," Ron said cheerily as he started on Hermione.
Viktor nudged Harry and whispered, "Go kiss your girlfriend, Cousin."
Harry did so awkwardly and reluctently, surprising bot himself and Hermione, when it lasted just a little too long, Viktor grabbed him by the collar and said, "Come von, Lover Boy, vee don't have all day, bye."
"Bye," Harry called back.
"Bye," Ron said cheerily.
As Hermione waved dreamily.
Once they were outside and half a block away, Harry said, "Thanks a lot, Viktor."
"Your welcome, Patrick," he grinned.
"Where are we going?" asked Harry.
"To get you some proper and decent clothes, you look like a Hogwart's student who's been held back a decade."
"Oh, thanks and it's only been, uh... six... seven years."
"See."
Now was Ron cheerful or what? Sorry for the lapsing in and out Viktor Krum, the accent I mean, just bear with it. So how did you all like that? I really want feedback for this one. From here on out are some of my favorite parts and the next few days last a looong time. actually, the next chapter, "Explanations," is still this same day. Are you happy now? This one was 4.5 pages (written) and the next is 4 and a quarter, so there farely long. Don't know when the next one will come, maybe next week some time... depends on my workload, or laziness.
My cousin said the contacts scene was pretty close to reality, so thank her for the, you stick it in your eye.
Review, please.
The following review has been submitted to: Reunion Chapter: 11
From: Jenna Kathleen
YAY another chapter. Damn, but at least he got out now.
I hate hypocrites...I think I spelled that wrong. (Don't we all?)
but anyway, I can't wail till future chapters. Are
Harry and Hermione
going to have little werebabies? :D
(I can't answer that question, cause of a few things, and I'm not exactly sure,
how far this will go)
do you have a portkey username?
(No, I've been rejected 3 times I think, for other stories, should I submit
this one? Or if you'd like to recommend it, please do, well if it's any
good...)
ears91
