Thanks for the reviews for the second chapter, hope this one isn't too long. The following chapters won't be so long hopefully (I should learn to waffle less)

Anyway, I thought I should also give credit to where my chapter titles are coming from, as I don't want to get in trouble if anyone suddenly notices they are familiar. They are songs that don't really have any relevance (maybe some), except for the title:

Like light to the flies - a song by a band called 'Trivium'

Anything can happen in the next half hour - a song by 'Enter Shikari'

I shan't keep you any longer, except to say, that I am moving out next week, off to University, so my updating may become a bit irregular as I settle in, but will be back to normal in no time.

Unfortunately this also means my beta reader had disappeared, (gone to Uganda of all places!), so if anyone is interested, please let me know!

Discovering Harry

Chapter Three: Anything can happen in the next half hour

Silence.

That's all there was. Pure silence.

Sirius was watching Harry with interest as he took in the new bit of information. Harry seemed to go from shocked, to worried, to surprisingly happy in a matter of minutes.

"The…deputy head girl? Of Hogwarts?" Harry asked Sirius, as if this was some sort of present Sirius was giving him, and he was afraid he would take it back.

"Yes, the deputy head girl of hogwarts. The head girl is doing her N.E.W.T's, so is the head boy, and apparently the deputy head girl is better suited to tutor than the deputy head boy. Don't know if I quite agree with that, but he is the headmaster." Sirius said, and watched as his godson sat their smiling at his plate.

"Soooo," Sirius started, "Why are you smiling?" he asked slowly.

"oh, just you know," Harry shrugged, but could see this wasn't a good enough answer for his godfather, "contact with someone my own age? I'm looking forward to it"

Sirius stood mouth hanging with surprise. He didn't know what to expect, but something along the lines of 'I hate you, why would you do this to me? Being tutored and bossed around by someone my own age? How are they supposed to know more than me? And a girl?'. that seemed to be more something Harry would say to him, so this new Harry was totally bewildering Sirius.

"You're not mad?" Sirius asked, "You're not mad that we're getting a girl your own age to tutor you?"

"Why would I be mad?" Harry questioned Sirius.

"Well…how do you know she's good enough? I mean, of course, we know she is good enough, she's top in her year, could take the N.E.W.T's early and pass with merit apparently. That's got to be good." Sirius said, still confused at Harry's behavior.

Harry shook his head at his godfather, showing that this didn't seem to be a problem for him.

'Something is wrong here, very wrong' Sirius thought.

"Right, well in that case, we can schedule a meeting, so you can meet each other. Maybe later on today? You will have to be disguised, of course. Don't want her freaking out when she sees the ghost of Harry Potter and Sirius Black standing in the hallway." Sirius chuckled to himself, and went into the living room, presumably to talk to Dumbledore and arrange the meeting.

Harry sat back in his chair, letting out a long whistle from a breath he had been holding. The deputy head girl? That's what Hermione said she was last night. This was almost too good to be true. There was of course the chance that she was lying to him, but why would someone say they were deputy if they wanted to impress you? Why not just head girl?

Harry's insides seemed to have coiled with excitement when he heard Sirius tell him who she was. He felt like screaming, or jumping about the room, just something to get out this energy that seemed to have settled inside of him.

He hoped, on everything, that it would be Hermione who he was meeting again. Although, being disguised may make things more complicated, he would definitely be able to spend the time he wanted to with her. Harry shot out of his seat, and headed to the roof. For Harry: when in doubt, head to the roof.

They were standing in the great hall. Little weightless crystals floated around them as they spun with each other to the classical melody. She felt delicate under his touch as he whisked around the dance floor which seemed to fog up slightly. She felt beautiful in his eyes, and as he looked into her eyes she knew she would never know love like this ever again. They stopped dancing as he placed his fingers under her chin and raised her head slightly. As their lips were getting closer to each other he started to whisper.

"Hermione" he whispered, "Hermione. Hermione? Hermione! HERMIONE!"

Hermione woke up with a start. She moaned as she leant over to her bedside cabinet and find her clock to see what time it was.

"Ten Thirty! Why didn't my alarm go off?" Hermione proclaimed as she hurried out of bed and went straight to the bathroom, passing her roommates who were giggling in a way that was even abnormal for them.

The girls watched as Hermione threw them an evil glare before slamming the door.

"Why me? What did I ever do wrong?" Hermione muttered to herself. She had fallen for this prank a few times, but that was years ago. She didn't think her roommates were still immature enough to pull it again. Obviously, she trusted them too much… again.

She showered, changed and walked out the bathroom, almost ready to start the day. She went over to the mirror and found that her hairbrush was also missing.

"Oh, clever clever little girls. Didn't think I needed a hairbrush did you?" Hermione sighed. She took out her wands and performed a summoning charm and found that her hairbrush had only been moved to the other side of the room.

After collecting her books, she descended the staircase to the common room, and found the usual sight of a Saturday morning. The lower years all energized and planning the rest of their day, and the upper years, well, she liked to call them 'Zombies'. Nearly all of them were draped across the couches and chairs, all with gourmless faces. All the remnants of a late Friday night. Hermione felt sorry for them, not being capable enough to even make an anti-hangover potion, but she supposed that it was brought upon themselves.

She walked over to the fireplace to pick up some parchments she had left there the previous night, and found the 6th year boys huddled around the table. She looked at each of them in turn, taking in their appearance, and noticing that one of the boys and his girlfriend even seemed to be a delicate shade of pale green.

"Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey?" She said to them as she leant down to retrieve her parchments.

A couple of them acknowledged her, but hardly any of them said anything. One of them moaned out loud, what could have been words if it weren't for Hermione not being able to understand hangover language.

"This is the moan mark of a hic good night" said the red-headed girl, who Hermione recognized as being in 5th year.

Hermione sighed once more before taking her books and leaving the common room. She was heading to the library to start on her extra credit work she received from professor McGonagall.

As she reached the library she walked in and headed towards her table next to the window.

"Miss Granger?" Hermione heard her voice being called, and turned around to see Madame Pince moving around her desk to walk towards Hermione.

"Professor Dumbledore said that he knew you'd be here. Here, he wanted me to give you this note."

Madame Pince handed over a scroll tied with a blue ribbon, and Hermione thanked her. She took the scroll and went back to her table and sat down to read the note.

Miss Granger,

I trust that you would come to the library, and hopefully this note has not reached you too late. I would like you to come to my office as soon as is possible. There is no trouble, I would just like to ask for your help, and maybe let you gain some more extra credit?

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore

Hermione read the letter and hurried out of the library, heading toward the headmasters office. As she was deputy head girl she was granted permission to have a secret password that would open the doorway to Dumbledore's office, which she hadn't used before now.

She ascended the spiral staircase and knocked on the door granting her access to Dumbledore's office. She had only been inside this office a couple of times, and usually on prefect or deputy head girl business. Dumbledore had taken a shine to her, as she was hard-working, and he could not deny she was one of the smartest witches he had had the pleasure to oversee.

"Ah, Miss. Granger. Not up as early as usual?" Dumbledore smiled at her and motioned for her to sit down.

"Sorry, sir. There was a…complication, this morning." Hermione said as she sat down opposite her headmaster.

"Right" Dumbledore nodded, "Well, to business. I would like to offer you the opportunity to tutor an extra pupil."

"Of course, I already tutor some of the lower years. Normally they just ask me though." Hermione looked politely confused at the headmaster.

"Yes, I have seen. Well, this is rather a special case. It would need a lot more time and commitment than the younger ones. In fact, you may have to give up the time with the other pupils for this student. He does not go to school here, but is, how shall I put this, home schooled?" Dumbledore clasped his hands together and looked at Hermione who looked horrified that she would have to give up some of her tutees.

"Oh, do not worry, Miss Granger. The time and effort you put into tutoring this student will make up for extra credit that you would loose giving up the other pupils, and I'm sure some of the other prefects and possibly Draco can overtake their tutoring. " Dumbledore said, immediately letting Hermione breath easy.

"Well, I am interested, of course. What is it I would be tutoring in?"

"Let me give you all the details. He is the same age as you, just starting his N.E.W.T's. He is doing the same subjects as you in fact, which is why it would be good for you as well as him. He only needs tutoring in some of them however, as he already has a tutor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I believe, that he is about one month behind you, so it is quite simple to know what he has to know and planning the lessons. The lessons would take place in Hogsmeade village. The book shop, Flourish and Blotts, has a, what you may call 'study room', for you to occupy for the lessons. Any questions?" Dumbledore finished. He could see that the young woman was intrigued, and that she would never turn down an offer like this, as she seemed to be sitting on the edge of her seat.

"How much time will I be spending with them?" Hermione asked, hoping that Professor Dumbledore did not expect her to see them everyday, as she too had to study as well as them.

"Only around 4 times a week, maybe 5 if he is need of extra help. The sessions should only last a couple of hours each, after school, and on weekends for longer if you wish. It will not inconvenience you in any way, I hope. He is a fast learner, and I'm sure some of the topics he will be able to research himself. He, too, has a busy schedule." Dumbledore said, the last line seeming to mean a lot more to him than it did to Hermione, as he looked down and for a second she thought she saw a flash of worry across his features.

"Anything else?" Dumbledore asked.

"When can I start?" Hermione asked eagerly. She found it rather curious that she was being asked to give lessons to someone of her own age who did not attend Hogwarts. She could not wait to meet someone who did not know of her reputation at hogwarts, which meant she could start afresh with them, maybe even become friends. They would not judge her on what other people said about her, before even talking to her themselves.

Dumbledore smiled at her and gave her piece of parchment that had some more information on it.

"I hope you don't mind, but I got word from the other party that they were fine with you tutoring them this morning, so arranged a meeting for later on this day. I have given you access to Hogsmeade for the tutoring sessions, and trust you not to abuse the privilege."

"Oh, no no, I would not dream of it." Hermione shook her head and got up from her seat to leave.

"Well, I hope you get on well. If there any problems, then do not hesitate to contact me. Preferably a note before you wanted to meet, as I am usually quite busy, and do not want to inconvenience you by making you wait for long to see me" Dumbledore got up from his chair and moved around the desk to shake Hermione's hand.

She exited the office and looked over the parchment before stepping onto the spiral staircase.

"Tyler Watts" she read from the top of the parchment. This was definitely going to be interesting, in what way, Hermione did not know.

Later on that day, after lunch had finished and Hermione had organized everything she may need for the meeting, she found herself walking through the Hogwarts gates and on to Hogsmeade.

She always enjoyed coming here on the selected weekends, and couldn't believe her luck that she would now be able to see it more than a few times every week. She had read nearly everything there was to know about Hogsmeade, and was fascinated by it's history. She was particularly intrigued by the Shrieking Shack, as she wandered upon it many times, and only wish that she was brave enough to step foot inside it. Something seemed to attract her to it, and she sometimes used to think how wonderful it would be if she could overcome the fear of it, and make it a little hiding place for herself. The most haunted house in Britain, however, didn't seem to appeal to her if there was a big chance of certain death. But, perhaps one day, one day in the future, she would be able to find out why it is the most haunted house in Britain.

She walked up the high street and peered in all the shops, as usually they were full to the brim with Hogwarts students, but at this time, she could fully see the inside of the shops. There were a lot of witches and wizards around, doing there Saturday shopping or something or other. She enjoyed watching the commotion without all the other hogwarts students being here, as it seemed she was seeing the normal Hogsmeade for the first time.

She walked towards her favourite store, and opened the door with a chime. As she walked to the desk, her paced slowed down as she looked at the stacks of books on the shelves. She wondered if after this meeting she would be allowed time to wonder the shelves and make a mental list of all the books she wanted to read from this store.

"Hello?" she asked to no one in particular. There was no one behind the desk, and there was only one other witch in the store who she passed on the way in looking at the section under 'Goblins'.

"Anyone there?" she asked a little louder, and the shopkeeper burst out from under the desk, scaring the bejesus out of Hermione.

"Oh, sorry there madam. Decided to finally clear out this awful cupboard, but seems to take a year just to open all the doors and drawers." the shop keeper babbled. He looked around middle age and had somewhat of an air of wisdom around him. Well Hermione would expect no less from a books shop owner.

"How can I help you dear?" he asked Hermione looking at her uniform and seeming to already know why she was here, but just wanted to check.

"I have a meeting with Tyler Watts, my name is Hermione Granger. Professor Dumbledore said that we would be able to use your back room?" Hermione started to get nervous as she started to worry about stupid things like if she was early? Was Tyler not here? Did Dumbledore not explain to the shop-keeper why she was here?

"Yes yes, Professor Dumbledore did indeed talk to me about it, and it's fine with us. Come round here, I'll lead you to the room." he said as he turned his back on Hermione and started to walk down the little corridor that was behind the desk, "I'm afraid Mr. Watts isn't here yet, but when he does get here, I'll show him though straight away." He stopped outside the third door on the left and took out a bunch of big rusty keys from his pockets. He took a golden looking one and turned the lock to the door and opened it wide for Hermione to pass through.

She stared at the room astonished. It looked like a high-ceilinged Edwardian chamber, with furnishings to accommodate every type of person. It reminded her a bit of the Gryffindor common room, as it was decorated with dark red mahogany desks and shelves.

"We usually let this room out for Ministry of Magic purposes, or for Dumbledore, but he said that you would be spending a lot of time here, so it would be more comfortable." The shop keeper entered behind Hermione and showed Hermione what the room had to offer.

"We've got most of the copies of books in here that we have out in the store. Took a lot of magic to get this room the way it is now. Well, must be getting back, would you like a drink or anything?" Hermione shook her head and thanked him for all his help.

"Sorry to ask only now, but what is your name?" Hermione asked, feeling stupid for not observing etiquette and asking before.

"Fletcher, Nathan Fletcher. I only work here during the day Thursday-Monday. Kind of help out here and there as well. Well, if you need anything." he said as he disappeared round the corner out of sight.

Hermione took off her jacket and wandered around the room, passing the time and getting even more nervous about this first meeting. She turned around on the spot looking up at the ceiling and at the shelves around her, and once again caught off guard by a guy leaning against the doorframe smiling at her.

She froze on the spot and blushed red, as it seemed rather stupid to be found spinning on the spot.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," the boy said smiling, "I would have done the same if I were you."

He had his hands in his jeans pockets, his shirt untucked and looked very casual, making Hermione a bit self-conscious of her uniform.

"I'm Hermione Granger, deputy head girl of Hogwarts." she started in a formal tone. Her embarrassment had made her more business-like than she had wanted, but she wanted to cover up her awkwardness.

"Yeah I know," he said coming forward and offering his hand, "I'm Tyler. No doubt you already know lots about me though."

Hermione shook his hand, and felt a warmth spread from his hand across hers. Once again, to hide the surprise she nodded in a firm way and moved to sit down on one side of the table behind her. He sat down opposite her and stared at her as if analyzing her every move. She felt his eyes on her as she took out a couple sheets of parchment from her bag.

"Well, Tyler, I thought that we could just discuss what you've been taught up to now, and decide when we should carry on and what days we should meet up." she started as she looked down at the parchment that Dumbledore had given her detailing his name, O.W.L. results and what N.E.W.T's he would be taking. She looked up waiting for a response, but found he was still staring at her.

"What is it? Is there a problem?" she asked, slowly forming an opinion of the boy in front of her, and not a good one at that.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." Harry said as he looked down at the same bit of parchment with his details.

He had watched since he came to the door, and at first he thought he was seeing the same girl in the bar, but as soon as she started to talk in her firm tone, he noticed something different about her. She didn't seem as carefree as she was at the bar, but Harry put it down to his new disguise, and her being here for educational purposes.

Hermione started to express her views on how she would tutor him, and how she would be teaching him stuff that she had learnt more than a month ago, and therefore she was looking forward to it, as it was a revision for her.

"You like studying, don't you?" Harry asked after she had pointed out that she was the top of her class in every subject. He looked at her like she was some kind of alien telling him that she liked to bath in manure everyday.

"Well, there's a lot to be gained from it. What is your view?" she asked, telling herself not to read too much into a look.

Harry shrugged and looked at her again, there was a questioning look in his eye. "I only do what I have to, to me there are far more important things than studying in life." he said.

Hermione looked slightly disappointed, but got over it quickly, as she knew that not everyone joined in her passion for knowledge.

"What is more important to you then?" She asked, trying to get an overall perspective of him.

"Sport, staying safe, going out, enjoying the moment, " Harry shrugged and paused, "women." he said smirking, wondering is he would be catching onto his motives.

He wondered if he had gone too far, as she saw her lips purse and a flash of anger cross her eyes for a split second.

"Do you want to do well in your N.E.W.T's?" she asked, wondering is he was going to be wasting her time here.

"Sure," Harry replied with a shrug. He wasn't sure what was going on with the girl in front of him, for he felt sure that this must have been some alter-ego of the girl in the bar.

"Let me ask you a question," he said suddenly as he leaned forward towards her, "do you like going out? Socializing?"

"What has that got to do with anything" she said, well aware that she did not want to answer such a question that would upset her, "I think we should get back to the task at hand."

"Right," said Harry. He was now contemplating with the idea that she was ashamed of her socializing, and considering he had a new disguise of a 16 year old boy, why would she admit to him more about herself than he needed to know?

A couple of minutes passed, in which Hermione asked him questions about how ha had been taught and what he was good at, and what he needed the most help in.

"So," Harry started after a moments silence, "do you go out a lot in Hogsmeade?"

"Once again, you're going off the subject, and it has nothing to do with you." Hermione said starting to get irritated that he did not seem to be taking this seriously enough.

"What's your favourite drink?" he asked, probing around for anything that may make the 'bar-Hermione' appear.

"Look, if you're not going to take this seriously, I might as well leave now." Hermione said tensely. One more stupid question and she was going to get really angry.

A moment of silence passed, before- "What's your favourite bar?"

"Stop it! I do not want to waste my time on some home-schooled jock who thinks he can charm his way into my pants," Hermione looked at his shocked face before adding, "yes, I know you're type, think just because you're good-looking every girl will fall at your feet. How many tutors have you managed to get through already then?"

Harry sat there stunned, as he didn't know she would react like this to him asking so many questions. He thought that this meeting would end up him and Hermione being on really good terms, and eventually he would be able to make a move and finish off what he started in the bar.

"Woah woah. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to take it like that." Harry looked down at the table, " I haven't really had much contact with people my own age, so I didn't really think I was going over the line."

Hermione started to feel slightly sympathetic to him, but shook herself out of it, as she thought it was another tactic to get her to talk to him, and then eventually charm her. She stared at him, and eventually he brought his head up to look at her and she questioned him with her eyes.

"I just wanted to get to know you, after all, if I was to spend quite a lot of time with you, no harm in knowing what you're like?"

She looked at him and sat down slowly on the opposite chair to him.

"Well, let's make on thing clear then. I'm here to help you through your N.E.W.T's, and that's all that really matters to me. So if we can stick to the task at hand for now?" she said, thinking that he would only be tolerable if she laid down strict rules.

"Right." said Harry nodding, although he wasn't half listening, as he stared at her lips which she had, only moments previously, been chewing and was now hypnotizing him.

"Hello?" she asked, waving a hand in front of his eyes, "did you even hear me? Eurgh, you're all the same!" she said as she got up from the chair again, and began to place the sheets of parchment in her bag.

Harry noticed her annoyance and thought quickly, 'say something that will grab her attention!'

"Hot Magic!" he said quickly getting up from his chair too.

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione said surprised, looking at the crazy guy now standing in front of her.

"oh, come on! You must know! 'Hot Magic'?" Hermione looked at him even more confused now and he continued, "The band? 'Hot Magic'? You like them, don't you?" Harry asked in desperation.

Hermione looked at him quizzically.

"I've never heard of a band called 'Hot Magic'" she said not looking at him, and then walked towards the door and gave Harry one last dismissive look before leaving him standing alone in the room.

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