AN: Thanks to all the reviews I recieved. Your the best. Warnings and such are in the first chapter. Have one question to all the readers though, who do you want Hermione to pair up with? Or do you want her to be paired up at all? Thank you all again. And enjoy.
Vision of a Dream: Chapter 3 - Hermione speaks
Hermione awoke as Severus stepped into the Hospital wing and stalked purposefully toward the showers.
Severus Snape was an odd specimen of a man, Hermione mused. Tall, dark, and not quite handsome in the traditional standards or in her own. But nevertheless, Snape held something, an inner light or flame. Maybe a depth few ever reached or noticed. Her musing were broken as Snape walked in carrying her brother, who was bright red, making her flitch thinking how long he would have had to stand under the scalding water. Snape whispered something, before calling for Pomfrey, that Hermione was unable to hear.
As Pomfrey bustled in and began healing the burns and blisters, Hermione sat up and observed her head of house. He stood tense next at the foot of Harry's bed watching Pomfrey and Harry intently. His inky black hair was continually swept back by long fingers and his pale face blank. Onyx eyes gave away the concern he felt for her brother. Once Pomfrey was done, she turned to Hermione and lifted her wand to scan the girl.
"Please don't. You don't understand. I am fine." Hermione told with no room for objection. Pomfrey, however, with years of dealing with patients like Hermione and Severus did not take to the warning or order in her voice.
"Now, don't be silly. It will be a painless and short." Pomfrey huffed before muttered the scanning spell. Right before the spell hit Hermione, a shield deflected it into her bed. Hermione simply shook her head, staring at Harry's prone body.
"Please take down your shield Ms. Granger."
"I can't." Hermione said moving from her bed and sliding into her brother's. She pulled his limp body to her, wrapping her arms around his chest and nestling her face into his hair.
"Why is it that you are unable to dis-shield, Ms. Granger?" Snape asked softly stepping around the bed to Harry's side, keeping his eyes trained on the sister.
"It's not mine. I did not spell it on. I don't really understand how he is able to do it. It's been so long. Don't even remember a time when he magic wasn't wrapped so tightly around me." Hermione mumbled, shifting to get a little more comfortable.
" Now, see here, Granger. You need to leave him to rest and you need to get back into your own bed. This instant!" Pomfrey said agitated.
"You'll waste your time and energy, trying to get me into my own bed. Besides, I doubt you would be able to get past the wards now that I have entered. Severus might… but your intent will keep you out." Hermione explained sleepily.
Pomfrey glared at the girl before stalking towards her with the intent to get her into another bed and away from Harry, only to be thrown half way across the wing and knocked unconscious. Hermione sighed while Snape stood frozen in his step.
"And myself?" Snape questioned the young adult cautiously.
"Will you try to spilt us up?"
"No."
"Go ahead and take a seat then." Hermione motioned to the chair positioned next to the head of Harry's side of the bed. Snape took the offered seat with a guarded look still in his eyes.
"Now Granger, would you be as kind as to explain the wards and shields." Snape snapped feeling the magic weaving around him. Hermione nodded, moving so her head was positioned above Harry's head in order for her to see the professor.
"You must first understand that Harry has these powers that few know of or can do. Harry can do wand less magic. But more than that, he does it on a subconscious level for the benefit of others." Looking down at Harry, Hermione paused to run a hand through his hair before looking deeply into Snape's eyes. Taking a deep breath, Hermione continued.
"This is all speculation, you must understand. I mean how can a five year old ward a house so well not even a muggle burglar can come in. Or how can a 7 year old expand the house to the occupants needs without knowing the spell or having a wand. But then again we are not speaking of a normal child. No this is Harry Potter we are talking about. Harry Potter who sent the most powerful dark wizard of 100 years into dormancy. He has this gift…. A gift which he will not use for himself. What I mean is that while our family may be protected from virtually everything, Harry will reframe from helping himself.
"I fell from a high tree when I was 11, broke two ribs, fractured a wrist and broke the other arm, not to mention the bruised spinal cord and fractured femur. Now Harry was there, once he saw me beginning to fall, you know what the idiot did? Jumped off the tree, three feet down from me, landed on the ground and put his hands over my heart. Now at the time I thought he was praying that I was okay. But he could have been speaking a spell if he knew it, which he didn't. With in minutes most of the damage was gone from my body… transferred to his… I never understood how he did it. I had a broken arm and a few bruises when we got to the hospital while Harry had to be shipped into emergency care because of internal bleeding and the likes. He almost died. They came out to tell our family that his heart had stopped. Not once but on six different occasions... Years later when I thought back to that accident I couldn't help but wonder why he just didn't heal himself. So I did an experiment of sorts. You must understand that by then we were already half way through 5th year. So technically, there was little chance for death or permanent damage..." Hermione trailed off diverting her eyes from Snape.
Meanwhile, Harry awoke sometime during his sister's explanation. He could vividly remember the days in which she was recounting and the trials of experimentation that she preformed. Those days were full of unexpected danger and deep pain. Though the experimentation, Harry mused, pushed both their limits and bonds, it was an incite into their hearts, souls and magic. Letting out a soundless sigh, Harry snuggled back into his sister's embrace, and then opened his eyes to Snape.
"Don't for a minute believe the warning she is trying to delicately place upon you. Those few days proved to be a challenge not to get detention, expelled or kill another student. But beyond that, she made me so paranoid by the end that even weeks after her tests, she still couldn't get a paper cut or be hurt even on a minimal scale. But really, I'd rather have Hermione tell you about all that." Harry smiled sadly. As Hermione continued the explanation, Harry drifted off into a light rest, lulled by her sweet voice.
"Yes, well... I won't go into detail about all the havoc I created, but I will give you a few examples. The first test I did was a slight reenactment of the tree incident.
"Our quidditch team was out for a practice and towards the end of the practice I purposely hexed my broom which then threw me into the air... It took a few moments for the team to notice before Harry was doing a nose dive angled just slightly less than ninety degrees toward the field. He caught me three feet above the ground, and then twisted so he would hit the pitch and be slammed in between that and my body. Terrible accident... fixed by the next day but it still supported my theory, so I continued.
"A few weeks later, it was the full moon. Our school was known to have between five and twelve werewolves attending each year, under a great deal of supervision of course. I was distracted on the night in question and forgot about the dangers on the school grounds, on full moon nights. As such, I had the misfortune of a face to face meeting with three werewolves who wanted to devour me. Harry, I knew was asleep at the time, which left me with little hope of coming out of the encounter unbitten. So you must understand my complete shock, as the three wolves were thrown backwards once they got within three feet of me. The force of the shield left them unconscious after their failed second attempt. My final experiment was more interesting though," Hermione paused to smile forlornly.
"You must understand that we had several eventful years at Durmstrang. Also, we have been in the company of many death eaters and the dark lord himself before. Though most of the encounters were painful, there was a certain humor to it all.
"In January Harry, myself and a fellow student, Simon, were captured and taken to have a private chat with the dark lord. Now, the dark lord I am referring to was Lord Daius. He was part of Tom Riddle's outfit of expansion. There was the normal, rough them up before the meeting fun. The meeting with Daius was the same as always. Offer poisoned tea, be hexed for refusing, and be offered a place in Riddle's dark army. You know the usual. We denied the offer of course, which lead to us being tortured. This is where support of the experiment takes place.
"They usually split us up for torture then throw us into a cell together afterwards. That day, they changed the routine. Together we were taken to a large windowless room. There were four death eaters waiting, three guiding us and one guarding the door. Once the door was closed and locked, we were under at least three different hexes each. After ten minutes, Simon was unconscious; I was on the ground panting, my body throbbing in pain while Harry stood shielding me both physically and magically from the death eaters. Any curse that was now used, even if it was directed at me, hit Harry. He was under the stain of more then seven curses and he stood protecting me.
"Do not let me confuse you though, Harry was not a pillar of strength right then. He was forcing himself to stand, trembling… shaking terribly. But if we have learned only one thing from Durmstrang, it is one must always remain standing. Defiance of the impossible will cause more problems with in the enemy ranks than a full out attack against them. At that moment, Harry was a shining example of what Durmstrang represents. So while he absorbed all the attacks, I prepared for the eventual overload to his system. When the shock wave of magic was released no one was safe except me. The death eaters in the rest of the complex were hit, leaving all incapacitated. The portkey on Harry was then activated by the professors back at the school and we were safely returned.
"Harry, laid unconscious for three days after that and I was bond by his magic to his body. I couldn't step more than ten feet away or else he would go into convulsions. The bond was Harry's way to ensure that nothing else happened to me until he was properly awake. Once he awoke and was asked about the bond, he stated he had no recollection of placing the bond or any other spell on me, nor did he know of his body's response to the bond.
"Harry will sacrifice anything and everything to ensure I am safe, happy and out of dangers way. And there is no way to stop him from doing it. As Madame Pomfrey found. " Hermione adverted her eyes from Snape's calculating stare.
"Indeed, Ms. Grander," was the stoic reply.
"Professor Snape?" Harry's mellow voice asked in the following silence.
"Yes, Potter?"
"I apologize in advance for the trouble we will undoubtedly cause, the damage we will make and your free time we will take from you," the Slytherin seventh year spoke, voice laced with regret, sadness and an indescribable emotion.
Severus observed the two on the bed before him with curiosity. The Potter child lay entwined with his sister, eyes closed and deep measured breathes, seemingly asleep. If their explanation was indeed true, Snape mused, then Potter has a magical reserve that he cannot currently tap into; if he was taught to tap into it, the possibilities would be endless, however Albus would try to use the boy and Voldemort would try to desperately recruit him or kill him. These two will be the death of me, Snape thought, sighing deeply.
"If the time comes, Grangers, then I will remember your words."
The rest of the night passed it relative peace for the inhabitants of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Tomorrow there would be meetings and classes.
Tomorrow the future would change with every decision made.
Tomorrow Harry Potter will forfeit his life.
Vision of a Dream: Chapter 3 - Hermione speaks
Hermione awoke as Severus stepped into the Hospital wing and stalked purposefully toward the showers.
Severus Snape was an odd specimen of a man, Hermione mused. Tall, dark, and not quite handsome in the traditional standards or in her own. But nevertheless, Snape held something, an inner light or flame. Maybe a depth few ever reached or noticed. Her musing were broken as Snape walked in carrying her brother, who was bright red, making her flitch thinking how long he would have had to stand under the scalding water. Snape whispered something, before calling for Pomfrey, that Hermione was unable to hear.
As Pomfrey bustled in and began healing the burns and blisters, Hermione sat up and observed her head of house. He stood tense next at the foot of Harry's bed watching Pomfrey and Harry intently. His inky black hair was continually swept back by long fingers and his pale face blank. Onyx eyes gave away the concern he felt for her brother. Once Pomfrey was done, she turned to Hermione and lifted her wand to scan the girl.
"Please don't. You don't understand. I am fine." Hermione told with no room for objection. Pomfrey, however, with years of dealing with patients like Hermione and Severus did not take to the warning or order in her voice.
"Now, don't be silly. It will be a painless and short." Pomfrey huffed before muttered the scanning spell. Right before the spell hit Hermione, a shield deflected it into her bed. Hermione simply shook her head, staring at Harry's prone body.
"Please take down your shield Ms. Granger."
"I can't." Hermione said moving from her bed and sliding into her brother's. She pulled his limp body to her, wrapping her arms around his chest and nestling her face into his hair.
"Why is it that you are unable to dis-shield, Ms. Granger?" Snape asked softly stepping around the bed to Harry's side, keeping his eyes trained on the sister.
"It's not mine. I did not spell it on. I don't really understand how he is able to do it. It's been so long. Don't even remember a time when he magic wasn't wrapped so tightly around me." Hermione mumbled, shifting to get a little more comfortable.
" Now, see here, Granger. You need to leave him to rest and you need to get back into your own bed. This instant!" Pomfrey said agitated.
"You'll waste your time and energy, trying to get me into my own bed. Besides, I doubt you would be able to get past the wards now that I have entered. Severus might… but your intent will keep you out." Hermione explained sleepily.
Pomfrey glared at the girl before stalking towards her with the intent to get her into another bed and away from Harry, only to be thrown half way across the wing and knocked unconscious. Hermione sighed while Snape stood frozen in his step.
"And myself?" Snape questioned the young adult cautiously.
"Will you try to spilt us up?"
"No."
"Go ahead and take a seat then." Hermione motioned to the chair positioned next to the head of Harry's side of the bed. Snape took the offered seat with a guarded look still in his eyes.
"Now Granger, would you be as kind as to explain the wards and shields." Snape snapped feeling the magic weaving around him. Hermione nodded, moving so her head was positioned above Harry's head in order for her to see the professor.
"You must first understand that Harry has these powers that few know of or can do. Harry can do wand less magic. But more than that, he does it on a subconscious level for the benefit of others." Looking down at Harry, Hermione paused to run a hand through his hair before looking deeply into Snape's eyes. Taking a deep breath, Hermione continued.
"This is all speculation, you must understand. I mean how can a five year old ward a house so well not even a muggle burglar can come in. Or how can a 7 year old expand the house to the occupants needs without knowing the spell or having a wand. But then again we are not speaking of a normal child. No this is Harry Potter we are talking about. Harry Potter who sent the most powerful dark wizard of 100 years into dormancy. He has this gift…. A gift which he will not use for himself. What I mean is that while our family may be protected from virtually everything, Harry will reframe from helping himself.
"I fell from a high tree when I was 11, broke two ribs, fractured a wrist and broke the other arm, not to mention the bruised spinal cord and fractured femur. Now Harry was there, once he saw me beginning to fall, you know what the idiot did? Jumped off the tree, three feet down from me, landed on the ground and put his hands over my heart. Now at the time I thought he was praying that I was okay. But he could have been speaking a spell if he knew it, which he didn't. With in minutes most of the damage was gone from my body… transferred to his… I never understood how he did it. I had a broken arm and a few bruises when we got to the hospital while Harry had to be shipped into emergency care because of internal bleeding and the likes. He almost died. They came out to tell our family that his heart had stopped. Not once but on six different occasions... Years later when I thought back to that accident I couldn't help but wonder why he just didn't heal himself. So I did an experiment of sorts. You must understand that by then we were already half way through 5th year. So technically, there was little chance for death or permanent damage..." Hermione trailed off diverting her eyes from Snape.
Meanwhile, Harry awoke sometime during his sister's explanation. He could vividly remember the days in which she was recounting and the trials of experimentation that she preformed. Those days were full of unexpected danger and deep pain. Though the experimentation, Harry mused, pushed both their limits and bonds, it was an incite into their hearts, souls and magic. Letting out a soundless sigh, Harry snuggled back into his sister's embrace, and then opened his eyes to Snape.
"Don't for a minute believe the warning she is trying to delicately place upon you. Those few days proved to be a challenge not to get detention, expelled or kill another student. But beyond that, she made me so paranoid by the end that even weeks after her tests, she still couldn't get a paper cut or be hurt even on a minimal scale. But really, I'd rather have Hermione tell you about all that." Harry smiled sadly. As Hermione continued the explanation, Harry drifted off into a light rest, lulled by her sweet voice.
"Yes, well... I won't go into detail about all the havoc I created, but I will give you a few examples. The first test I did was a slight reenactment of the tree incident.
"Our quidditch team was out for a practice and towards the end of the practice I purposely hexed my broom which then threw me into the air... It took a few moments for the team to notice before Harry was doing a nose dive angled just slightly less than ninety degrees toward the field. He caught me three feet above the ground, and then twisted so he would hit the pitch and be slammed in between that and my body. Terrible accident... fixed by the next day but it still supported my theory, so I continued.
"A few weeks later, it was the full moon. Our school was known to have between five and twelve werewolves attending each year, under a great deal of supervision of course. I was distracted on the night in question and forgot about the dangers on the school grounds, on full moon nights. As such, I had the misfortune of a face to face meeting with three werewolves who wanted to devour me. Harry, I knew was asleep at the time, which left me with little hope of coming out of the encounter unbitten. So you must understand my complete shock, as the three wolves were thrown backwards once they got within three feet of me. The force of the shield left them unconscious after their failed second attempt. My final experiment was more interesting though," Hermione paused to smile forlornly.
"You must understand that we had several eventful years at Durmstrang. Also, we have been in the company of many death eaters and the dark lord himself before. Though most of the encounters were painful, there was a certain humor to it all.
"In January Harry, myself and a fellow student, Simon, were captured and taken to have a private chat with the dark lord. Now, the dark lord I am referring to was Lord Daius. He was part of Tom Riddle's outfit of expansion. There was the normal, rough them up before the meeting fun. The meeting with Daius was the same as always. Offer poisoned tea, be hexed for refusing, and be offered a place in Riddle's dark army. You know the usual. We denied the offer of course, which lead to us being tortured. This is where support of the experiment takes place.
"They usually split us up for torture then throw us into a cell together afterwards. That day, they changed the routine. Together we were taken to a large windowless room. There were four death eaters waiting, three guiding us and one guarding the door. Once the door was closed and locked, we were under at least three different hexes each. After ten minutes, Simon was unconscious; I was on the ground panting, my body throbbing in pain while Harry stood shielding me both physically and magically from the death eaters. Any curse that was now used, even if it was directed at me, hit Harry. He was under the stain of more then seven curses and he stood protecting me.
"Do not let me confuse you though, Harry was not a pillar of strength right then. He was forcing himself to stand, trembling… shaking terribly. But if we have learned only one thing from Durmstrang, it is one must always remain standing. Defiance of the impossible will cause more problems with in the enemy ranks than a full out attack against them. At that moment, Harry was a shining example of what Durmstrang represents. So while he absorbed all the attacks, I prepared for the eventual overload to his system. When the shock wave of magic was released no one was safe except me. The death eaters in the rest of the complex were hit, leaving all incapacitated. The portkey on Harry was then activated by the professors back at the school and we were safely returned.
"Harry, laid unconscious for three days after that and I was bond by his magic to his body. I couldn't step more than ten feet away or else he would go into convulsions. The bond was Harry's way to ensure that nothing else happened to me until he was properly awake. Once he awoke and was asked about the bond, he stated he had no recollection of placing the bond or any other spell on me, nor did he know of his body's response to the bond.
"Harry will sacrifice anything and everything to ensure I am safe, happy and out of dangers way. And there is no way to stop him from doing it. As Madame Pomfrey found. " Hermione adverted her eyes from Snape's calculating stare.
"Indeed, Ms. Grander," was the stoic reply.
"Professor Snape?" Harry's mellow voice asked in the following silence.
"Yes, Potter?"
"I apologize in advance for the trouble we will undoubtedly cause, the damage we will make and your free time we will take from you," the Slytherin seventh year spoke, voice laced with regret, sadness and an indescribable emotion.
Severus observed the two on the bed before him with curiosity. The Potter child lay entwined with his sister, eyes closed and deep measured breathes, seemingly asleep. If their explanation was indeed true, Snape mused, then Potter has a magical reserve that he cannot currently tap into; if he was taught to tap into it, the possibilities would be endless, however Albus would try to use the boy and Voldemort would try to desperately recruit him or kill him. These two will be the death of me, Snape thought, sighing deeply.
"If the time comes, Grangers, then I will remember your words."
The rest of the night passed it relative peace for the inhabitants of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Tomorrow there would be meetings and classes.
Tomorrow the future would change with every decision made.
Tomorrow Harry Potter will forfeit his life.