A/N: I suppose you all who love me should be lucky im in such a creative mood this winter break its almost midnight and I have the sudden urge to just write. - And I so I chose to update this adorable story!
Rub a Dub Dub 'Mione in a Tub
Chapter 2:Of Hermits and Wizards chess
She stretched her arms out and yawned daintily. Looking around her room she smiled brightly. Indeed, it was a dream! She knew it had to be her very clean imagination running off with her again.
She glanced down and shuddered. I need to make my bed! Dear gosh all mighty! It's a crumpled wreck! With that she promptly, yet gracefully, hopped out of bed and in one bug flourish her room was as spotless as it usually was.
She went to her drawer and withdrew her modestly cut jogging shorts and went to the drawer below that and drew out her specifically 'addidas' jogging shirt. After slipping those on along with other needed necessities she went to her sock drawer ( must I tell you that each drawer had a label inside of it?) and slipped on her matching socks.
Then she walked into the kitchen and nearly screamed her head off as the strange demented man of her dreams stood there in all his demented glory.
"Good morning Herm!"
"Dear god! Did you just call me a hermit!" not only was she frightened she was now thoroughly pissed.
The man who she remembered his name to have been Harry seemed to 'sweat drop', peculiar enough. "Oh dear. You thought it was a dream." He collapsed into a chair with his cup of herbal tea firmly in his grasp. "I thought we'd made some progress remember the book?"
"The book?"
"Yes you know the most extraordinary things with the destroyed trees and ink? They actually have 'words' written in them" He chuckled softly to himself. He never thought he'd have to explain a book to one Hermione Granger….
"I know what a book is thank you!" she snapped and was about to turn to her room to retrieve when Harry stopped her.
"I'll get it for you, Harmony." And with a flick and a thin piece of wood was withdrawn and a word she placed as Latin based was spoken and her eyes widened, in the time span of three seconds, as the book flew into his arms.
"Bloody hell."
"Didn't we go over how you're not the one to curse Mi'dear?"
She shot him a glare then withdrew the book out of his grasp. "I thought it was my imagination, I mean you cant expect me too.."
"Compared to yesterday your incredibly calm." He smiled at her.
Her knees buckled. What the- im going crazy. She, too, slumped into a chair and looked at him expectantly.
"So are the Leprechauns coming to take you away?"
He blinked, puzzled, "What do they have to with anything?"
"Oh, are they visiting Big Foot?"
"Big Foot?"
"And are their little goblins running about hiding under bridges?"
"I believe that was a troll if im not mistaken…"
"Are their Fairies flying around and warlocks cursing trees into singing happy little enchanting songs and making flowers square dance?"
"You're mocking me."
"Took you awhile to catch on. I thought one with all your power and 'magic' might have figured out earlier."
His face went grim. "Listen, you're a witch, and not just any witch…" he trailed off as
He heard the familiar words, that were once spoken to him echo through his head, "You're brilliant and beautiful and incredibly gifted. You're a healer for Marlins sake!"
"As in Arthur?"
"Excuse me?"
"King Arthur…Merlin you know?"
"Oh I see. Actually Arthur was… never mind stop distracting me while I read out your many attributes!"
"Oh fine then. Even if they are not even mine."
"They are! Dammit! Why did he do this to you!" He slammed his herbal teacup on the table and it splashed everywhere. Neither budged as she was contemplating weather she should wash that off right now or wait till his tantrum is over. He was glaring into the stupid healthy tea.
"Why did you have to be the one? Why was Voldemort after you of all people! Damn him! I swear to all that is powerful I will kill him!"
"Voldemort? That sure is a funny name…" She gulped. This man was crazy. A plan started to formulate in her head. "Umm.. If you'll excuse me I have to use the ladies room." She stood of casually and walked ad calmly as she could down the hall and into her room. She then picked up the phone and begin to dial 911 when the phone flew out of her hand.
"You don't believe me? You cant remember anything? Nothing at all?"
Her eyes stared, in a sort of scared way, into his and she felt something click. As it had last night. "I-I don't know.." She lay down on her bed and begin to cry. Who am I? Dammit! I don't even know who I am anymore.. My life was perfectly fine until he came here and.. Why am I crying?!
"Hermione.."
"NO! My name is not Hermione! Its Harmony, Harmony Garnet!!!!!"
Harry shook his head and sat down beside her shuddering body. "I'm sorry. You need to remember. You have to. The fate of our world practically lies in your hands."
"I'm not a witch." She said through sobs. "I cant be."
"You are. You're an amazing woman. Everyone agrees."
An idea hit him and he whispered something softly and a paper appeared, dated a couple years back.
"Here read this." He handed it to her and she shakily leaned forward and took now in a sitting position, she read:
Hermione Granger: Valedictorian.
We the writers of this article have come to see that the golden trio is in fact; the golden trio. Not only is There Harry and Ron, but Hermione Granger. A top student at school she has been somewhat shoved into the shadows and vaguely referred to in past years, besides being falsely accused by a one Reeta Skeeter, She is now going to be Hogwarts valedictorian and she will also be given an award for top student in all of Hogwarts history.
When asked to comment on this she smiled and said "It's the books anyone can make good grades, as I tell Ron and Harry daily. It's just that once in awhile you have to study. Not cram, just study." Then walked off.
Apparently books have paid of! So read and learn! This young lady might just be the next minister of magic.
Her eyes lit up as she read the article. "That's me,…" she pointed to the picture of the pretty girl smiling and waving.
"You were so proud. Everyone was so proud of you."
"Can that really be me?"
"It is. Hermione, I mean Harmony we need your special abilities to help win a war. A war against evil. A war against the dark. You can help us. You have to only remember your past though."
She slowly traced her fingers over the print of the "Daily Prophet" and she gave it back to Harry her eyes wide.
"Can I do magic then?"
He smiled and dug in his pocket for something and handed her a stick similar to his but different.
"You can do so much more then magic."
Slowly he demonstrated how to flick his wand correctly, and she did it perfectly the first time.
"I knew how to do it."
"Your muscles must still be used to the familiar gesture." He smiled softly. Loving the spark that he saw in her eyes as she repeated the movement over and over.
"I knew you, didn't I?"
"You know me, yes. I've told you before."
"You loved her." She said plainly.
Harry's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. "She was my best friend, of course I did."
"I mean you really loved her. Did you tell her?"
He shuffled his feet and stood up quickly, "Now on to some simple charms that will probably make your brain come more alive…"
"You loved her more then a friend."
He looked down into her cinnamon orbs and melted, "I never told her."
"That's why you look at me like that? You look at me like im the best thing in the entire world, but then when I say something you freak out. Because you realize its not her."
"Hermione.."
"Its Harmony. My names Harmony.. Atleast for now."
"Are you saying it can change?"
"I'm implying it, yes."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I haven't even decided if you're sane yet."
With a boyish grin he shrugged, "You and the rest of the world."
Dubledore's eyes twinkled like they never have before ahs he uttered the last words until the man screamed in agony in pain.
"Die now! Yes Die! But please don't leave to many pieces.. The spell only works if all the pieces are still relatively close…" He nodded then looked at the man, whom was now crying he was a pathetic mess.
"I do believe you owe me two acid pops, Mr.Weasly."
"You beat me."
"Was it not to be expected?"
"No one beats me!"
"Well change is rather good…"
"No! No change is bad. Bad as it can be terrible, horrid, and disgraceful. You cheated! You cheated!"
"It was merely a game Ronald…"
"A game? A GAME!!!! THIS IS MY LIFE!" he held the acid pops protectively to him "Mine."
"Dear boy…"
"You beat me at Wizards chess…."
"Do I need to call St. Mungos?"
"My game.. Wizard's chess.. Beat I…."
"Ron?"
"Don't come near me or ill bite you."
Dumbledore withdrew his hand quickly and turned to Faux "He sure has a temper…."
"MINE!"
A/N: Oh that was short but I enjoyed it R/R!
