Chapter Eight

Witnessing it, Again

That day after Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry and Hermione went back down to the room of requirements. Here, Hermione taught him more spells. Harry learned how to stun, using more advanced spells, to protect and how to do things like the Crucico curse (sp?). The more he learned, the more he wondered. It was kind of odd the way Hermione knew all of these spells. Harry and Hermione were ready to taken on Voldemort. Together, they could kill him, with Hermione's knowledge and Harry's skill, they could achieve anything.

When that time of day came, when Hermione had detention, they both gave in for the day. Harry walked Hermione to detention like normal. She entered the classroom while Harry went back to the common room. When Hermione got there she noticed Professor Dulude wasn't there, it was pretty easy to spot when a guy screaming 'sit down' isn't there. Instead Flitwick was. Everyone who had detention soon filed into the room.

"Since Professor Dulude isn't here, Dumbledore has assigned you all specific work. You each have your own person card with an assignment on it. Everyone has something different to work on this afternoon. I will now pass out these cards." Flitwick told them.

Hermione got her card. It read:

Place: Room of Requirements

Task: You know what you have to do.

She followed the directions and traveled back to the room of requirements. There she walked around the room. After her third pace, a large black door appeared. She entered the room which was filled wall to wall with books and a few pensives. She didn't know where to start first. First, she read the index of a book called "Prophecies and Where They Are Found. Nothing. Then she read a book entitled "Powerful Prophecies". Still nothing.

Hermione decided to take a different approach on this task. She walked over to the first pensive. Remembering what Harry had said about pensives, she stuck her finger in, unsure of what she was about to see.

Inside the Pensive

It was a dark and stormy night. There was a young woman and a young man living in the house Hermione was in. Also, a little boy, not even two, was sitting on the floor playing with blocks. All of a sudden the door to their house swung wide open. A large, older man wearing all black entered .The young woman grabbed onto her baby boy, holding him tightly close to her. With one flick of his wand, the younger man fell to the ground. The woman started screaming. The woman was next; she fell to the ground also. The boy landed on the floor next to her. The man with the wand held it up to the boy. He flicked his wand but nothing happened. The boy laughed while a scar started appearing on his forehead, slightly.

"Hermione, detention's over!" Harry said as he walked into the room.

Hermione was pulled from the pensive back into real life. She was thrown with such great force that she fell on the floor. She quickly got up but was shaking from the thought of just seeing her best friend's parents get murdered and the forming of his scar that made his life miserable. But, she didn't want him to know about this.

"What has gotten you so shaken up?" Harry asked. He noticed the pensive laying on the table. He walked over and went to put his finger in. just like before.

"Harry, No" Hermione screamed.

"I want to know what has gotten my best friend, who's not even afraid of Voldemort, so shaken up." He then walked over to the pensive and put his finger in. Hermione tried to object but knowing Harry she knew he would have did it anyway.

After, like Hermione, he was thrown back into reality.

"Harry, are you alright? She said, her voice still shaking.

"Yeah," he said lying. "Who's pensive was that?"

"Well, I doubt it could have been your parents."

"And I don't think the death eater's or Voldemort's pensive would have made it here.

"I wonder if anyone else has witnessed these invents besides them."

Well, why don't we go see what the next invent is." He said trembling from acknowledging his parents death, again.

"The rest his empty," Hermione said with the pensive in her hand. "There's only one memory."

"That's really weird. What were you doing here anyways?"

"Working, just doing my job for Dumbledore since Professor Dulude isn't here."

"So, what are you researching?" He picked up a book called "Prophecies, Where Are The Real Ones". "Oh, you're researching my prophecy?"

"Yeah… but I want to quite for now, let's go to the common room."

Hermione lead Harry out of the room of requirements. She kept turning around making sure he was still following behind her. She knew it was very hard to see his parents die at the foot of Voldemort, because it was for her. When they got to the common room silence struck them.

Finally, suppertime came. Hermione knew she had to go talk to Dumbledore then. She was hoping he knew a lot more about the pensive then she did. She wasn't quite sure if Harry was going to be alright, but she knew she had to go.

"Harry, I have to go talk to Professor Dumbledore. I think you should go to supper." Hermione said.

"I'm not that hungry," Harry said.

"I really think you should go but it is your decision. I don't want you calling m a mother again."

Hermione left Harry alone. She wished she knew what was going on in his mind about this. When the portrait swung open she ran into Eliza. Making sure the portrait was fully closed; she decided to talk to her about Harry.

"Umm…Eliza, you're pretty close to Harry right?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah…I guess."

"He needs someone to talk to right now, so can you talk to him?" He doesn't want to talk to me because he's afraid Voldemort will hurt me. So can you please just talk to him?"

"Yeah...sure."

"Okay, thanks… See you later."

Hermione left to go talk to Dumbledore. Eliza stood their confused. From what it seemed like to her Hermione knew Harry liked her. But the more she thought about it, she started thinking Hermione like Harry too. Unsure, she decided not to say anything, incase she was right or wrong.

"Hey Harry. What's wrong?"

Harry just sat there, still taking in the events of the pensive.

"Come on Harry, you can talk to me about anything."

"But I don't like talking to you and not Hermione, I just feel bad."

"Well, don't worry I'm sure she understands. So what is it?"

"I just witnessed my parents die, again, in a pensive."

"Who's?"

"I don't know. I think Hermione's going too talked to Dumbledore about it. I wish I could have went with her, were suppose to be a team.'

"And you are, but maybe sometimes she wants to do things by herself, because she cares about you very much and she doesn't want anything bad to happen to you." After Eliza said this she noticed what she just pointed out to Harry, accidentally. She was hoping he didn't catch on; she didn't want a great friendship to end because of something she assumed.

"Yeah well, I wish she didn't. I don't want…"

"Anything to happen to her. Yes, Harry, I understand but she has been in danger since the first day she met you. What changes now? She's still your best friend no matter what. She's going to be behind you a hundred percent all the time. And I'm sure she doesn't care if she gets hurt as long as you're safe."

"Yeah… I guess your right, but I still want her to be safe."

"She's safe as long as you're safe, remember that. Come on lets go to supper." They walked out of the common room to the Great Hall.

A/N- Okay, well I worked really hard to get this chapter up. I'm sorry about the weird ending for this chapter but its getting really late and it is Easter Sunday. Please Review
Kelly