Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potterâ only this particular plot line
Written by: RR and TP (no real names)
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CHAPTER 7
The next two weeks went along pretty much uneventful. Harry and Hermione would go to the park every once in a while. The two would go to the park for hours just talking and becoming closer than they ever had been. They were getting to know each other in a way they never could when they were friends and both felt they had reached a nirvana. Neither had ever been happier than they were just spending time with each other. Harry felt extremely lucky that there had been no interruptions from Dudley's gang or any of their neighbors. The park had been nearly vacant all summer and Dudley's gang avoided Harry ever since he took down one of their best fighters. Alone in the park and other places Harry and Hermione found to spend time with they were completely involved with each other and the other being the other's world.
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Hurriedly, Ron came stomping down the stairs. Calling out quickly," Gin, c'mon we need to go!" His voice sounded strained and nervous. Immediately Ginny began to worry.
"Why? What's wrong?" Ginny couldn't help but let her thoughts wonder. Perhaps there was a death eater attack or Voldemort had hurt Harry. She whimpered at the thought of Harry hurt.
"We have to go to Grimmauld Place... Death Eaters are planning on attacking. We're not sure where." Ron snatched his wand from the table he had left it on yesterday. Exasperatedly, he looking at Ginny and said, "Well, c'mon! Go get your wand and whatever else you need. We need to go now."
Ginny protectively asked, "What about Harry? He's probably the one the Death Eaters are after."
Ron started to rush back up the stairs, "Dumbledore is going to pick him up. Don't worry about them. They'll be fine."
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Harry and Hermione were in bed, just smiling at each other. Suddenly a high-pitched scream pierced the air. Hermione flinched and clung to Harry while Harry became alert.
He yelled, "Aunt Petunia!" He eased out of Hermione's grip and stiffened. Silently he spoke to Hermione, "C'mon... let's go see what happened. I don't want to leave you here alone."
Slowly she also got up from the bed and began to follow Harry out the door. They carefully started climbing down the steps, not wanting to be heard. Once they reached the bottom, Harry motioned her to be silent. They both crept along until they reached the entrance to the living room. The three Dursley's were all fearfully clutching each other on the couch, surrounded by Death Eaters. Harry squinted trying to see who the Death Eaters were, he gave up soon though. It was impossible to tell who was beneath the dark hoods and the voices were all foreign to him.
One of the Death Eaters groaned as Dudley began to sob, "Will you shut up?" Dudley's tear stained face stiffened with terror as one of the Death Eaters's began to raise his wand.
He shouted loudly, "Avada Kedavra!" All the Death Eaters chuckled sadistically as Aunt Petunia started to weep and mourn over her dead son's body.
"Dudley! Dudley!" Harry tightened his fists. He may not have liked Dudley but that Death Eater had just killed his cousin, one of his few remaining relatives.
The Death Eater who had just finished off Dudley ordered, "Ah, kill the rest of them to stop their blubbering. I'll go find the Potter boy."
Uncle Vernon stood up, purple faced, "This is an outrage!"
Aunt Petunia pleaded, "Vernon, please sit down! They'll kill you!"
He looked down towards her, "They're going to kill us either way. I'm not going out without a fight!"
You could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, "You won't get the chance to fight. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Both his aunt and uncle fell to floor, lifeless.
Harry cried out as he watched the family he had lived with for years die. The five Death Eaters heard and swiftly turned around. "There you are, Potter. We were looking for you and oh look... you brought along a little girlfriend."
Suddenly a great crack resounded throughout the room. Intimidating Dumbledore faced the Death Eaters. They all began to back away before they disapparated in retreat.
"Come along, Harry. We must get to Grimmauld Place quickly." As they left through the front door first, Harry looked backed and sighed. The Dursley's were gone. His entire family was practically dead. He couldn't help but feel alone even though he knew Hermione was there for him and would always be with him.
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Once they reached Grimmauld Place, Harry asked to be left alone. Harry walked up the stairs into the master bedroom. The whole house was well maintained, because the Order had still used it. Plus, Dumbledore had hired Dobby. Kreacher had died at the end of June. It was amazing how one man could destroy so much of your life. He rested against the headboard of the bed with his arms lying on his stomach. He had a solemn look on his face he couldn't get rid of. He put his suitcase down on the bed. Hermione walked in and put her stuff there too.
"Uhhh, Hermione?" he asked confused.
"We have a lot of people staying here, so I'll sleep in here to make more space."
"Ummmâ okay, but what will everyone think?"
"It was Dumbledore's idea."
"Harry!"
Harry and Hermione walked out and looked down towards the enter hall. The Weasley's were there. It was Ron who had called him, and he was holding hands withâ Luna. Hermione smiled at Harry. They ran down the stairs and greeted everyone. Ginny hugged Harry, as did Mrs. Weasley.
"Okay," Mrs. Weasley said, "Everyone should put their stuff into their rooms. Harry, did you have rooms for us already?"
"No, and everyone who has a room already has a red 'X' on their door, so pick anything you want."
Ron and Luna ran quickly into a room, closing the door behind them.
"They've been like that for the last two weeksâ I dunno what they've done," Ginny said, after everyone else had gone. Then she walked off into an unoccupied room. As she entered, a large red 'X' appeared on the door, which she closed.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Hermione said, heading up the stairs.
Harry followed her up the stairs.
"What? Do you want to watch?" Hermione asked mischievously.
"Wellâ sorta, but I was just getting my broom."
Hermione giggled, as she entered the master bathroom and locked the door. Harry reached into his truck and grabbed his Firebolt, and its cleaning kit. He went down to the kitchen, and started to polish it.
The door creaked open and lazily Harry turned his head to see who was coming in. The meek red-headed little girl looked through the crack. Shyly she asked, "May I come in?"
"Uh... yeah... sure. If you want. I kind of wanted to be left alone but maybe some company will do me good." He lowered his head back down, returning to his broom.
Ginny walked in, looking as if she was thinking intently. She sat down next to Harry.
"What's up?" he asked.
Anxiously Ginny began, "Harry, I wanted to tell you something." Ginny gulped as she gazed upon his messy hair and fit body. Telling him this was going to be harder than she thought. She brought up the bravery to do what she had wanted to do for a long time. She kissed him hardly and fully. At first he was surprised, but her lips were so soft. He kissed her back. Suddenly, he pulled back.
"What?" she asked surprised.
"I'm sorry Ginny, I can'tâ I mean I like you but I'm with Hermioneâ we're in love."
She looked hurt, like her worst fear had come true. She swallowed and stood up.
"Oh... I... I'm sorry. I didn't know," She gulped, trying to hold back the tears that were painfully trying to push their way out. Weeping slightly, she ran into her room. Harry sighed. He shouldn't have kissed here. He was furious with himself. She was pretty, but he knew he loved Hermione, he always had. He never wanted it any other way. For once, his thoughts were one hundred percent correct.
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Ron was in a dreamy state. Luna was kissing him currently. They had been doing this almost non-stop since the first time. Ron's mom had found out after about a week, but she surprisingly didn't object to that, though she said she would kill Ron if they went any further. He didn't care. This was fun enough. Luna was so beautiful, and he was surprised he hadn't done this earlier. They weren't the only one's having fun. Hermione had finished her shower and was now making out with Harry on their bed. Harry had decided to be truthful and tell her what happened. She didn't care much, and was happy he had pulled back. Down below them, Ginny was sobbing on her bed. She had always loved Harry, from the first day she saw him, up until this point. Her feelings had gotten stronger almost every day; especially the day he saved her in the chamber. She had finally been able to talk to him too, which made everyone think she was over him. She had almost been crushed when he started going out with Cho. Now that she knew he didn't like her, she was devastated, but then something odd floated into his mind. Something she never thought she would think.