I haven't even edited this chapter, I haven't re read it, and so it is likely that it is all choppy. I will look at it later on this week and totally re do it, but I wanted to post it today because it is my birthday! So this is my gift to you guys. I guess grammar check is going to have to be enough on this one, but you will totally get the picture here.

I saw movie number four on opening day (Which was my anniversary) and though it was totally chopped up I am totally in love with it! I can't wait to see it again. It was the best movie of the lot. I hope you guys enjoyed it as I did. Enjoy the chapter.

S.K.

R. A. B.

"We need to talk," Harry said to Hermione after his transfigurations class a few days later. She had been avoiding him every chance she could, but she had to teach him on occasion, so there he was.

"Oooh," A few remaining students said as they made their way towards the door.

Hermione felt a hot flash of rage pass through her, and suppressed it before she turned to Harry with the smile she really did intend for him. "Yes of course." She said signalling that they go to her office.

"Is there something wrong?" Harry asked.

"No," Hermione answered plopping down on her chair, "why do you ask?"

Harry looked at Hermione, and watched her squirm in her seat. "Well... It's been days since..."

"Harry," Hermione interrupted, "have you lost your self control?"

"I didn't mean that," Harry said walking around her desk and kneeling beside her. "We haven't talked. We haven't spent any time together, we're getting married and you've acted like you don't even know me."

"Harry I..." Hermione wanted to tell him then, that she couldn't be with him without feeling like she could kill him. "Listen; tonight we do... what we do. I've just needed time to think a little."

Not appeased, Harry got up and headed toward the door. "Don't bother, If you can't talk to me about it..." and with a sigh he walked out. He just knew she was hiding something she'd tell him when she was ready.

Truthfully he was incredibly at odds with the fact that he had asked her to marry knowing what he is meant to do in life. He didn't want fighting Voldemort to be all there was to his life. Living the rest of his life loving Hermione felt right.

Harry sat in his office contemplating his future as Hedwig flew to his window ledge and pecked. Harry smiled and let her in. He fed her a vole he kept just for her and took the package that she carried. It was from Sirius a little heavy "I wonder what this is?" He murmured to himself.

"Excuse me professor?" He heard from the door. Harry groaned he knew who it was.

"Yes Amanda," Harry said as he turned away from his snowy owl and towards the door to his office. The girl was in her off-hours clothing which was a micro mini skirt and an argyle sweater that dipped low in the chest area. Harry had trouble believing what he was seeing. She looked amazing, and awfully cold.

Amanda smiled soaking in the attention from her favourite teacher. "I was... I am having a bit of a... problem, and I was wondering if you could help me."

Harry sat down behind his desk. He really didn't want to hear this, but as a teacher it was his duty to attempt to help. "What is it?"

"I'm having a little trouble with a teacher," Amanda said taking a seat across from him. "She's awfully thick headed. She gives hundreds of hours of homework and seems to prefer her house students over anyone else."

"Sounds like every teacher I've ever known." Harry answered.

"Not you, you still remember what it's like to be a student." Amanda said going around the desk and sitting on it in front of Harry, her bare leg just grazing his.

"That's because I am." Harry answered moving away from her.

"You don't give us an insane amount of homework, and you don't seem to prefer any one over the other and well..." Amanda said getting closer still, hoping to weaken his resolve.

"Hermione!" Harry said seeing his fiancée at the door. She looked amused as she watched the exchange.

"Miss Doan... You and I have a detention, starting at eight p.m. tonight." Hermione said startling the young girl.

"Professor Granger!" Amanda said straightening up "I... I..."

"Get to dinner miss Doan, I will see you next hour." Hermione said as she came closer to Harry.

"Yes ma'am." Amanda said embarrassed of being caught.

Harry covered his face with his hands, "Thank you."

"You should have given her the detention yourself." Hermione said taking a seat on Harry's lap.

"She might have liked that." Harry said burying his nose in her hair.

"Are you kidding? She would have been thrilled." Hermione said, then turned her head and kissed Harry deeply. The evil inside her was revolted, and she could feel hives rise on her back. She pushed away and got off of his lap.

"What?" Harry said as he is torn from his bliss.

"I... I forgot we were in your office." Hermione said pressing her back against the wall next to the door, "You don't like that."

"Hermione I'm over it trust me." Harry said but backed off anyway. "I got a package from Sirius today."

"Really?" Hermione asked, just as Ron made his way into Harry's office.

"That Amanda Doan is bloody nutters." Ron said sitting down at one of his chairs.

Harry and Hermione laughed. "She was just after professor Hotter, but was foiled by his thick headed girlfriend." Hermione said sitting next to him.

"What were you two talking about?" Ron asked.

"Sirius sent me a package." Harry said picking up the parcel and opening it up.

"What is it?" Asked Hermione.

"A journal," Harry said and looked at the old book. It had a monogram on the front which was R. A. B.

"Whose is it?" Ron asked, Harry looked up at his friend and gave it to Ron and picked up the note that had come with it.

Dear Harry,

I have found something so very interesting in Regulus' journal; I thought you should look at the last five entries he made. That will certainly make a few things clearer.

Sirius

"Regulus Black." Harry said in surprise.

"Let me see." Hermione said taking the journal out of Harry's hands. She was truly annoyed at how many had betrayed her dark lord. She read the last few entries and nearly threw it into the fire. "Blast." She murmured to herself

"He did destroy it didn't he?" Harry asked taking the journal from her.

"No," Hermione said, "he's got it hidden…"

"He says here that he was attempting to find a way to destroy it," Harry looked up at his friends, "He didn't make another entry."

"That means that now we have to find where it is." Hermione said

"Shouldn't be that hard," said Ron, "It's probably at Grimmauld Place." Hermione and Harry looked at each other and sped towards the door. "No wait, Merlin knows where it is, Sirius is already there, what makes you think that he isn't tearing the place apart as it is?" Ron continued.

"Floo powder?" Harry asked Hermione

"Okay." She said and headed for the fireplace in Harry's office. Harry got down on his knees.

"Number twelve Grimmauld place lounge," Harry said as he splashed the fireplace with the magical floo powder. He stuck his head inside the fireplace and looked around. He could see the lounge, with its antique wares. "Sirius!" Harry shouted, "Sirius are you home?"

"I'm coming," Sirius said from upstairs.

When he reached the bottom step Harry could see his godfather look around as if expecting him to be in the house. "Down here." Harry said

Sirius came up to the fireplace and sat in front of Harry's disembodied head. "Hey there Harry! I hear congratulations are in order."

"Thank you," Harry said, "I just got the journal."

"Yes, what do you think?" Sirius said.

"Well we think that it might still be there in the house," Harry said.

"So do I, but I haven't turned it up yet." Sirius asserted

"Let us know if you do find it, I want to destroy it myself." Harry said

"Alright Harry," Sirius said.

When Harry emerged from the fireplace, Hermione and Ron looked to Harry expectantly. "He hasn't turned it up yet." He said going back to his seat behind the desk.

"Well, not to bring us back to the mundane, but I'm starved," Ron said.

"Me too," Hermione said leading the way to the Great Hall.

"Big surprise," Ron said, "I hope you can afford her appetite."

"I think I can manage…" Harry said quirking a brow, "Ron, do you think she's acting rather peculiar?" He then asked seriously.

"No," Ron said as they followed their friend, "I think she is insane."

"She's just got this angry look all the time," Harry said softly, "she scares me."

"And you're marrying her?" Ron asked

"Funny, she didn't start looking art me like that until after I asked her."

"Creepy." Ron shuddered.

"Yeh." Harry responded.

"Hermione?" Harry said kissing Hermione's bare shoulder. She had been trying to fall asleep to escape the torture within her. She felt as if she were on fire as she resisted the urge to murder her love. The kiss he placed on the shoulder seared and she jumped.

"Ow," She moaned softly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked looking at her as she made her way out of bed making slow deliberate movements as if she were in excruciating pain.

Slowly Hermione stood up and reached for her robe, "Yes, I'm fine," she said as she walked across the room to her desk to keep from lashing out at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Hermione said a bit annoyed, "Why do you always ask me that?"

"Because I have a feeling that you are keeping something from me," Harry said, "Is it that you don't want to be with me anymore?"

"What?" Hermione said panicking now, "NO... No, that's not it at all. It's just I...Ahhhh." Hermione fell to her knees in pain.

"What's wrong?" Harry said coming towards her.

Tell him and I take over. Voldemort hissed inside of her, if I take over Harry will die.

"Hospital wing," was all Hermione said. Harry didn't need to be told twice, he reached for his clothes and quickly dressed. Hermione reached for her wand and dressed herself magically.

"Here, Hold on to me." Harry said lifting her from the ground.

"It hurts so much." Hermione whimpered.

"Let's talk about something else to keep your mind off of it." Harry said

"Okay," Hermione said as they descended the stairs.

"The other day you mentioned something about the Philosopher's Stone." Harry said, knowing that work could make her mind focus.

The demon inside Hermione absolutely released her, because this was what he wanted to discuss all along. The sickening little love game the two played repulsed him, but causing Hermione pain only kept her away from Harry which was not the desired result either.

Hermione sighed in relief and walked a little straighter, "Dumbledore was ancient, even more so than most Wizards."

"Do you think he was taking the elixir of life?" Harry asked quickly catching on.

"Well... Yes," Hermione said, "so I really don't understand, how he could have died, if that is to protect his life."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked stopping short near the entrance. Hermione looked better.

She let go of him and stood strong on her own. "I mean he may just be asleep."

"Asleep?" Harry said looking at her incredulously,

"You know," Hermione said waving her hand dismissively, "as in a coma."

Harry stared at her for a few minutes. The demon inside her leapt and danced inside her, he believed her, he was going to check and it knew it. "Asio, Marauder's map."