Author: Louise Mills
Disclaimer: I do not know Harry Potter, I am not earning or gaining any profit or publicity from this story. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. trade mark.
Chapter 12
Hermione wanted to go to the library to see what her brother was up to. She wouldn't be satisfied he was okay and doing the right thing to the cure for Hannah, until she saw for herself. She had told Harry that she wanted to see Andrew, but Harry had made her promise to wait until he got back from talking with the quidditch team. Who were at the quidditch pitch at practice, he was going to tell the team, because of the demands this year required from him, he could no longer be part of the team. Harry and her both knew that the conversion would be a long one as he was the best seeker Gryffindor had in years. They knew the team would try and persuade him to stay on the team, but Harry was stubborn and she knew they couldn't change his mind. If the team knew Harry as well as she did, they would know that fact as well.
It was coming onto two hours since Harry had left to give his resignation and she was getting bored waiting for him to return. She waited ten minutes more and then decided she would be alright going to the library by herself, even though Dumbledore had made them promise they either stayed together then going around the castle, or in a large group, but she just couldn't wait any longer.
She walked to her room, once there she walked towards the door that would take her anywhere she wanted within the walls of Hogwarts, just by thinking about the place. She thought about the library and section she would find Andrew, the Restricted Section. She hoped the door would take her straight to the Restricted Section and not just the main doors, as she knew she would never get permission to go into the Restricted Section. She grabbed the handle tight and took a deep breath, preparing herself. She yanked the door open and walked through.
Harry sighed as he walked over the threshold of his and Hermione's common room door, not seeing Hermione in the room he got suspicious.
"Hermione?" He shouted, knowing that the loudness of his shout would carry up to their rooms. All that answered him was silence.
He looked to the clock and he was shock to realise he had been out so long, he knew immediately that she had gone to the library without him, he sighed again as he tried the calm the sudden anger he felt towards her for breaking her promise. He realised that he would probably of done the same, if he had waited as long as she did, he assumed that she hadn't long gone to the library as there was a indent in the couch's chair where she had been sitting and because he knew her well, she would of waited about two hours before she even decided breaking her promise. After all he did tell her, he only be an hour tops.
He slowly climb the stairs to his room to access the door that would lead him to the library where Hermione was. Once there he decided to walk through the bathroom and use her door, as that would have been the one she had used. Thinking that if he thought about going to where she went, the door may take him exactly to where she was. Quickly he opened the door and stepped over the threshold, his eyes beheld the sight of a nearly pitch black library within the restricted section. The only form of light was coming from a candle at the end of the aisle he stood and Hermione was slowly creeping down the aisle towards the candle lit table.
"Hermione!" He whisper harshly. He knew she heard them as she had stopped moving. She turned around and smiled innocently, this caused Harry to lose his resolve to be angry with her. He knew he couldn't stay angry with her, especially when she looked at him like she was now. She crept towards him, she hesitated slightly before standing close to him, she didn't want an argument.
"Sorry Harry, I couldn't wait any longer. You're not mad that I broke your promise, are you?" She whispered back to him.
"No I could never stay mad at you." Harry answered chuckling and shaking his head. "Come on, I think we have to get your brother to bed" He continued. Hermione looked towards the table and saw what Harry had seen and what she had failed to see, Andrew was crushed out on the table with books scattered every where. Hermione and Harry slowly made their way over to where Andrew was, so they could wake him up. Just as Hermione was about the shake him, she glanced down at some of the books that were opened and gasped at the section her brother was looking at.
"What?" Harry quietly asked. He was a little concerned as Hermione looked liked she had the shock of her life.
"Andrew his looking at ….. resurrection…. Harry that's a dark art. Why would he be looking at such a thing?" Hermione answered, fear and pain pieced her voice. She was afraid her brother would try something in one of these books, but she didn't know why. All she knew is that her brother wouldn't consider performing a dark art spell or incarnation without good reason.
"Because Hannah's ill and the only person who's knows the counter spell to the curse she was hit with, is dead. So you can assume that Andrew is looking for a safe way to bring that person back to life, or temporary bring them back." He answered logically. This shocked Hermione as Harry hardly ever spoke logically. "I know this may sound selfish, but it would be nice to see my Dad, even if it only turns out to be a little while." He continued meekly.
"That's not selfish Harry, you have never seen your parents. But we talk about this more with Andrew tomorrow, right now we need to get him to bed!" She said. At first she was lightly spoken, but when her statement change to her brother, her voice started to go a little bit harsher.
"I take it by your tone you don't like what I'm doing?" Andrew questioned Hermione, he had woken up when she was talking to Harry. Hermione quickly turned to her brother and glared.
"Yes, because what you are looking at is a dark art?" Hermione spoke harshly back to her brother.
"Really? Is it now? How do you know that exactly? Because I know you didn't read about it!" He spoke back as harshly as she did to him.
"Because it's in the restriction section!" She stressed.
"So because it's in the restriction section, it automatically makes everything in here a dark art. Hermione then you know nothing. Restriction section, just means that restriction from the students. Sure there dark art books in here. But what I am looking at this not classed as a dark art, it's frown upon being used, because it takes a lot of power from the caster and it has been known the caster to died later. But that's not going to happen, I only have until tomorrow night to perform the spell or Hannah will have permanent brain damage, so I have to go. See you both tomorrow." He explained.
"Andrew wait!" Harry called back. Andrew stopped then turned back to them. "We are only worried."
Andrew slightly smiled, touched by his concern.
"Harry I will be fine, there's no reason to be concerned." Andrew uttered.
"But you just said the spell has known to kill the caster, because of the power drain." Harry stated trying to understand.
"That won't be a problem, I have enough power. Now you two better get back to bed." Andrew ordered, then marched out of the library.
"We better do as he says." Hermione uttered.
"Yeah." Harry agreed. They both concentrated and a door appeared. They walked though and found themselves back in Hermione room.
Hermione was feeling a bit down and decided to go straight to bed. Harry was about to go into his room, when Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed.
"Stay with me?" She whispered. Harry nodded his head and gathered Hermione into his arms, he understood she was worried about Andrew and didn't want to be alone. They both fell into a dreamless sleep, they didn't want to know what tomorrow would bring, but Harry was a little excited at the same time. There was a possibility he would be seeing his father soon.
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