A/N Hi all it me again the disappearing writer its been a very hectic time since I last updated I wont bore you all with the details though. Thanks to everyone that reviewed the last chapter I hope you enjoy this one as much.
Last time:
"Come on take a break 'Mione it takes time you'll get it anyway I want to teach you and Ron something" Harry said earning a glare from Ron.
What? More work? Why" Ron asked clearly not impressed unlike Hermione who was sitting up eager to hear more.
"Yes more work because there's something I need to tell you but I can't until you can protect your thoughts."
"Harry do you mean Occlumency?" Hermione asked practically bouncing up and down.
Harry nodded, as Ron was busy he indicated that he should continue with the essay first. "'Mione try the legillimis spell on me don't tell me what you are looking for"
"Legillimas" she said levelling her wand at him. At first she thought it hadn't worked,all she saw was Harry's face, but gradually the image faded to leave a picture of Harry standing in front of a large house.
"Welcome Hermione to my mind" he said smiling.
Now on with the story.
Hermione however was not paying attention to Harry she was entranced by what she had thought to be a house. The 'house' in question was on closer inspection a miniature version of Hogwarts castle itself completed by the surronding environment of a forest behind her and purple mountains with snowy white peaks jutting above the castle from behind the structure. A chuckle from Harry brought her out of her awed state "Harry its beautiful" she gushed spinning around to take in the scene.
"Weren't you meant to be trying to get at a particular thought rather than dawdling out here?" he teased sending a smirk her way.
Struck by a sudden thought she turned to Harry with a questioning gaze, "Harry how are we having this conversation, can Ron hear us?"
"Nobody can here us unless they were in here with us. And we can talk to each other because, techniclaly our minds are temporaily linked. Now are you going to try and get in go after what ever you want from my memories of the dursleys to the founders thing or even the proph…essor imitator transfiguring Malfoy into the Amazing bouncing ferret"
Hermione nodded gasting a curious glance his way already deciding what thought she was going to go after. Walking forward to the gate she stopped taking the simple muggle padlock in her hand she cast the alohomora spell on it and genlty eased the wrought iron gate open just enough to squeeze through once in she closed and re-padlocked the gate locking Harry outside. Smiling she turned around to carry on up to the front doors. As she stood in front of the oak doors she examined them with her wand first casting revealing charms, finding no curses, hexes of charms she gently pushed the door open and jumped back as she came face to face with a grining Harry.
"Hi" was all he said
"Harry Potter don't do that! How did you do that?"
"Its my mind I can do whatever I want here whether it be move from one place to another or even change a persons outfit" he finsihed smiling mischiviously looking up and down her outfit. Causing Hermione to automatically look at what she was wearing spinning around to get a good look, sighing as she saw she was still wearing the outfit she put on that morning; a simple pair navy of jeans and a white sweater. She heard Harry laughing before he said "Got ya" but she couldn't see him anywhere.
Frustrated that he got the better of her she stalked in to the entrance hall and noticed a floor plan was pinned on the wall.
Dungeons Durselys
1st Floor Parents
2nd Floor Friends
3rd Floor Hogwarts
4th Floor War
5th Floor Personal
6th Floor Ministry
7th Floor Post Hogwarts (TBC)
Reading the floor plan she decided that she would make a trip to the dungeons to see a bit about his life before Hogwarts, her reason? Simple really he never mentioned what the durselys were like except he hated havin gto go back there each summer (even though she was curious as to the slip up he made earlier. Turning on her heel she continued her determind walk to the dungeons. As she disappeared down the stairs, Harry revealed himeself smiling slightly 'Good Luck 'Mione" he whispered before disappearing again.
After a few minutes she reached the bottom of the stairs and floating in front of her was a small warning:
'Enter stranger but take heed,
of what awaits the sin of greed
for those who take knowledge they have yet to earn
will pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek within our walls
A knowlegde that upon has yet to fall
Intruder you have been warned beware
Of finding jokes and dangerous things upon the stair'
Hermione sighed smiling at the poem/warning she recognised from the doors of Gringotts bank not really paying attention to the last line as she ws confident that Harry would not hurt her. After a minute of standing there re reading the poem she walked through the misty words and stopped as the doors which usually held labels such as 'store room' and 'student supplies' were replaced by labels notifythe reader of the year of the memory. Opening the door to the room which indicated Harry as being eleven years old she saw shelves and shelves of small round misty silver coulured balls similar to that which was the prophecy. Each book case was labled as a particular month and each shelf held a day's memories. Sighing she walked forward to the orb which she knew would be Dudley's birthday she wanted to see the boa constrictor memory. Reaching forward her hand knocked on to a forcefield which shone blue as she touched it she tried again with the same result. Finially she pulled out her wand and tried to dispel the forcefield causing smoking words to flit across the blue background. 'Password?'
"Arghh Harry" Hermione was starting to get annoyed, although she managed to calm down enough to reason that if Harry choose a password it woul either be obscure or a word no one would ever suspect. Turning to the forcefield she started to list of random words each providing the same result; Harry's voice saying "Access denied" in s sing-song way.
"Okay passwords: quidditch, bludger, quaffle snitch, Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, Lilly, Ron, Hogwarts, Dumbledore, snape, Lupin, Quirrel, fluffy, flitwick, sprout, hagrid, fang, firenze, Gryffindor, slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Lumos, Nox, dementors, animagus, witch, wizard, muggle Dursley, Petunia, Vernon, Dudley. Arghh this is not working" Hermione slumped down on the stone floor of the dungeons which were suprisingly warm, leaned her head back and closed her eyes. 'Okay Hermione, think something so simple and obvious. What do I want it to do?' " Stop working?"
"Access denied. Gonna give up yet" came Harry's voice from the forcefield.
"No! discontinue, halt, finish, cease, deactivate" The blue forcefield flickered and started to thin, "Ha" she grinned trimuphantly as it glowed bright blue then disappeared. Crossing the small space in a few steps she picked up the orb and with a rush of sound and colours was absorbed in to the memory.
It was dark, she tried to look around, her eyes drawing in all the light they could from the tiny sliver of golden light that indicated where the door was. Slowly as her eyes adjusted she could make out the form of a small peacefully sleeping body. Ufortunatley the peace was not to last as the figure she knew to be Harry was abrubtly awoken by a shrill voice accompanied by a sharp rapping on the door, "UP, GET UP". Which was followed by a groggy, "Coming Aunt Petunia" as Harry stretched out. She could not help but smile at how young Harry looked before reminding herself that he was only eleven years old. As he opened the door she was forced to sheild her eyes from the brutal attack of the light.
Stepping out of what she supposed was Harry's room she gasped at how clean, sterile and pristine the house was, following Harry into the kitchen she vaguely heard Petunia ordering Harry to cook the breakfast and not to burn anything. Hermione's attention was else where though as Dudley had just finished counting his presents.
"How many are there?" he rdemanded of Vernon.
"Thirty six, counted them myself"
"Thirty six, but last year…last year I had thirty seven" he screamed, as she thought 'How many does he want? A hundred?'
"…and we'll buy you two more while we're out popkin" Petunia was trying to soothe him.
"So I'll have…"
"Thirty nine sweet ums."
As the day progressed Hermione watched on silenty as her anger towards those Dursleys grew with each passing snide comment anddisgusted look. 'If she keeps making those faces her face will stick like that.' Hermione thought to herself, 'Too late'. She watched as the 'family' walked out to Vernon's car accompanied by a small rat like boy named Piers. As they walked down the hall she was shocked to notice that what she thought was Harry's bedroom was actually a cupboard under the stairs. Fuming she watched as Harry was taken aside and warned to behave or he would be locked in the cupboard. She saw the Dursleys reluctantly buy hima chea lemonade ice lolly only because the lady finished giving the other boys theiir large ice creams and asked what he would like before they could usher him away.
Soon she found herself in the cool dark reptile house which was a welcome change from the heat outside, as she looked around she saw the Dursleys and Piers trying to wake up the obviously sleeping large snake. "Make it move" Dudley whined. Soon as it became apparent that the snake would not wake they moved on leaving Harry and the snake alone. She watched as it slowly raised it's head and winked at Harry, before razing its head to the ceiling clearly meaning 'that happens all the time' she watched as Harry spoke to the snake about the Dursleys in English wondering why she could understand him before realising this was his memory and he did not know what he was doing so of course it would be in English. As the conversation came to an end she watched as the glass disappeared and the snake slithered passed Harry and heard a low hissing voice, "Thanksss" before it said something about going to Brazil. As the snake passed by Dudley and Piers it snapped playfully at their ankles. Laughing Hermione was pulled out of the memory.
As her feet touched the solid stone floor she spun around to see Harry and all the laughter disappeared from her face, "Harry, what's wrong?" she asked concerned as his face was set in a expression of severe determination. He said nothing as a window appeared on the nearest wall showing that a figure cloaked in billowing black robes with a chalk white face and red eyes was standing at the gate. Hermione gasped, her hand automatically seeking out his, "Is that…?"
Harry nodded grimly giving her hand a quick squeeze saying, "Yes that's Voldemort, and he's trying to get in."
A/N Well that's it for now, hope you enjoyed the chapter even though it was a very short one. I've already started on the next chapter for all of you so hopefully it will be up before February. crosses fingers.
Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter and how I've put occlumency works for Harry. Of course it would be different for other people. I don't know why I put in the 'Enter stranger' poem from the doors of gringotts it just felt right, sometimes when I type it just pours out and I have no idea why. Oh well good bye for now I hope you all are having a great year so far. PS Lord of Darkness13 any word on how yur sequel is going?