Return Of The Elemental
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Chapter 15 – A Guardians Role
Harry's Elemental guardians watched the action through the gold stone that sat atop of Harry's staff. It was just a usual night of watching their master and friend, Harry, kick some Death Eater scum's arse.
It was all going well and good as Harry trapped the first assailant of four in one his fire cages. The next people to go down were the two women who looked as though they were going to cast killing curses at Harry. The guardians held their breath as the words were nearly formed on their lips but sighed with relief as Harry too looked them in a fire cage.
While Tallis, Taipan and Blaze were watching the two women being captured, Lockyer was still watching the man who still hadn't been taken care of yet. Therefore she was the only one who could see the Nagaree curse hit Harry in the back.
Harry lookout, the Dolphin and water guardian shouted. Of course she might have well had just said 'Harry your fly is undone' for all the good it would do since only Harry could communicate through the staff to call on his guardians. The only time a guardian could come out of the staff without being called was in a dire situation.
Exactly like the situation Harry was in now. Lockyer was about to leave the barriers of the staff when she started to feel… Hope and Love, well up inside her. She looked around and saw the other guardians were feeling the same as she was. She let the feelings over take her and she realised that it was Harry's feelings that were filling her and the other guardians. She then saw something that would change her life forever. The killing curse was slowly, to her anyway, making its way straight towards Harry's back.
She turned and faced the others who still had there eyes closed. This was her family that she had grown to love. She quickly sent a message to Blaze and Tallis to help Harry and transport the attackers to Harry's cell in Azkaban. Then with one final goodbye, she pushed through the barriers of Harry's staff and appeared before the green killing curse. Which impacted on her rubbery body and ended her time as Harry's guardian. Lifeless, she dropped to the floor and stared at Reece McCullum with one large dead eye.
Blaze eyes snapped open as he heard Locky's parting words. He tried to find his friend but it was too late. He looked out of the stone and saw Locky lying on the ground, her body unmoving. He saved his tears that were about to spill and left with a raging Tallis through the staff.
Once out, Blaze quickly flew to Harry's side and dropped his head over the wound caused by the Nagaree curse. As he lowered his head his eyes flicked to where Lockyer was, that picture was all he needed to spill his tears into the crevice that was once Harry's back. He then went over to where Tallis was roaring all his pain and loss towards the scared McCullum, who had dropped his wand and apparently by the smell of things, soiled his self.
Blaze went over and snapped his wand with his strong beak. He then did the same thing with the other Death Eaters wands. With one last look at Harry who was still lying still, Blaze formed his own fire cage and wrapped it around the McCullum's and their guest, then transported him and his captives to the Harry's cell in Azkaban. He then dropped them unceremoniously on the floor of the crowded cell and fire flew back to Harry.
'I did it. I did it. I killed the last Potter.' Reece McCullum shouted madly as soon as he reorientated himself.
He stood up and looked around at his other cell mates who were all looking at him warily. After all he had just come from a fight with Potter, the same Potter who had locked all of them up. So he did have the right to act madly, I mean why not, others had. They even admitted that they were scared of The-Boy-Who-Lived. And to them it looked as though McCullum was just another one who had faced the deadly Potter.
'I'm serious!' He shouted again, waving his hands for extra measure.
'Oh I'm sure you are Reece.' Lucius Malfoy's scathing voice said as he made his way to the latest casualty of the Dark. 'I mean what did you do, knock his senses out with your awful scent. Good god man surely you couldn't have been that scared of Potter to shit yourself.' The cell reverberated with laughter as Malfoy waved his hand in front of his face in a much undignified manner.
'The only reason I shit myself Lucius, was because of Potter's transfiguration work. The stories that were told of the Ministry and Potter's Lion and Dragon were true except this time he had a Dolphin and a Lion. The Dolphin intercepted the killing curse that I aimed at Potter and then if you'll believe me he somehow managed to call his phoenix and transfigure that blasted Lion while he was almost dead.' The cell started filling with laughter again.
'Believe him.' Shouted Doris McCullum, wife of the raving lunatic. 'I and the Delaine's saw it with our own eyes. My husband hit Potter in the back with the Nagaree curse when Potter was occupied with myself and Selina.'
'It is true, Potter was on the floor dead just before we were brought here. His phoenix tried to heal him with its tears but Potter didn't move. Potter is dead.' Terry Delaine had been quiet up until his little speech, but what he said seemed to have done its job as the gathered Death Eaters started to act rather unusual over the news.
Lord Voldemort would have been turning in his grave had he actual been dead, but since he wasn't he would have probably settled with a few Cruciatus's to show his feelings over his followers behaviour.
With the entire ruckus going on, no one noticed the two Aurors leaving the hallway that was located near the cell. One was a very low ranking Auror who was a servant to the Dark Lord. She quickly left the cursed island and apparated into Voldemorts hideaway which coincidently happened to be the same time the Minister of Magic was visiting his Master, they were both devising plans to get the locked up Death Eaters out of Azkaban. She rushed up to her two bosses.
'My Lord, Minister, I bring news from Azkaban.' At this both, Voldemort and Ramosa's ears perked up.
'Go on, my servant. What news have you brought me?' Voldemort hissed.
'Thank you my Lord. The McCullum's and the Delaine's were just brought into Potter's cell by his phoenix. Then Reece McCullum started yelling that he had killed Potter. Of course no one believed him, but then his wife and the Terry Delaine backed him up saying they saw Potter get hit with Nagaree curse. McCullum then says that Potter's phoenix turns up and try's to save Potter with its tears but he was to far gone. That is all my Lord.' After delivering her news Stacey Gale kept her bowed and waited for Voldemort to address her and hopefully praise her work. The Beauxbatons graduate wasn't disappointed.
'You have served your master well young one, tell me, do you know were the fighting took place this night?' Voldemort said with his version of a pleased smile. The smile unnerved Stacey some but she answered all the same.
'Thank you master, the fighting took place at McCullum's home.' She then waited a few seconds before adding. 'Master it would give me a great honour to bring to you Potter's dead carcass. Please let me get it for you. You could you his head as a trophy and put it up on the wall behind your throne… That is if my Lord wishes so.' Voldemort was quiet for a few minutes, he then grabbed a silver goblet from the table before him and turned it into a portkey.
'Very well my dear. Fetch me Potter's body, I must tell you that if all goes well tonight and you do retrieve me Potter's body you could be finding yourself promoted in the Auror ranks.' He turned his eyes to the Minister of Magic. 'You could arrange this couldn't you Winston?'
'Very easily master.' Ramosa replied smugly.
'Well what are you waiting for child, off you go. Bring me that brat's body and then we will plan. For a world without Potter, is a world covered in darkness, and we shall finally rule the world.' He then watched Stacey Gale run out of the throne room and apparate away to McCullums house.
Tonks ran down a deserted corridor in Azkaban, she then pulled off her ring on her right hand. She then tapped it with her wand whilst saying 'Hogwarts' she was then portkeyed straight to Albus Dumbledore's office. As soon as she righted herself she started shouting at the top of her lungs.
'Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore. PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE.' She then turned towards the staircase to see the same man she was calling out for running down them.
'What is it Tonks.' At other times the headmaster would have called her by her real name but the girl sounded troubled.
'Its Harry, quick we have to go to the McCullum's home.' Without wasting another second Dumbledore grabbed a quill off his desk and turned it into a portkey, they both touched it and left for the McCullum's house. Once there Tonks ran into the house and started looking for Harry, but all she found was a huge blood stain at the front hall. She kneeled down and started to sob uncontrollably. Dumbledore came up behind her a little baffled, he placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her to him.
'What happened Nymphadora.?'
Tonks then explained all she knew, about McCullums story. When she was finished Dumbledore called for Fawkes. Then he conjured some ink and parchment, the quill he already had. He wrote notes to different people from the Order to come to the McCullum's place via Fawkes. He then looked to the bloodstain and asked softly to himself with a sense of déjà vu .
'Where are you Harry?'
FlashBack
Harry started to move slowly. For some reason pain seemed to follow you in death Harry thought dejectedly. It wasn't bad enough that he was dead but he had to bring his injuries with him. With his eyes still closed he gingerly lifted one hand around to his back. He felt blood, lots of blood. Some parts were dry but most of it was warm and gooey. He could also feel scarring lines running in a kind of circle between his shoulder blades. He dropped his hand from his back and let it fall to the ground. The ground that his hand hit seemed very weird. He slowly opened his eyes, he didn't want to be hit by the white clouds of heaven full on. But his eyes didn't see white, no they saw grey… In front of him was a small grey thing… a small grey thing that had a fin. He looked over the small grey thing with the fin and saw that he was in a room. A house to be exact.
'I heard heaven was strange, but this is ridiculous.' Harry said with confusion. Then a thousand images of his previous activities that night came rushing through his head like a slide show on fast forward. When the images stopped his head was a dizzy as a merry-go round. But he know knew he wasn't dead. He felt something nudge his hand and looked down to see Tallis sniffing his hand. He moved his hand up to run through Tallis's mane.
Ha-Harry, Harry's attention quickly focused on Tallis, never had he heard his guardian sound so upset.
What is it Tallis? Are you hurt? Harry asked as he got up and started running his hands over Tallis's body to see if he had any injuries. But Tallis wasn't meeting his eyes, instead he was looking over Harry's shoulder. Harry looked into his eyes and saw a shining gleam covering his black orbs, in the teary reflection Harry saw what he was looking at.
Harry turned like lightning came upon the visage of his Water Guardian Lockyer. Dead.
'No. No, no no no no.' Harry kept mumbling as his tears splashed on Lockyer's dry body. He put his strong hands on Locky's fin and gently turned her over. When he had exposed her belly he wished he had just left her alone. A small crater was what was left of Lockyer's underside, Harry could clearly see all the organs that once gave life to his dear friend. He placed Lockyer delicately back down on the hard wood floor just as Blaze returned from his trip. He fiercely wiped away his tears and looked at his Fire and Earth guardians.
What happened to her? He hissed, his read eyes coming alive with fire.
You were hit with that poison curse, Blaze started quietly. The man who hit you with it cast the killing curse at your back, we were all watching from in the staff. Well we were watching the two women you had just captured, Locky was the only one who was watching the man. As soon as she saw the killing curse she left the staff and intercepted it for you… She fulfilled her role as a guardian bravely. I- We will all miss her greatly. Blaze hung her head at the end in respect to his friend. Tallis and Harry followed his actions. Whilst Harry's head hung he looked at Lockyer's unclosed eyes. Her lavender tainted eyes unseeing to the world. The very same eyes that once held great joy in them.
'She was a prankster.' Harry said aloud, his voice a sound between humour and sadness. 'I will never forget you, Locky. You were a tremendous friend and an even better guardian.' Harry wiped away more tears that forced their way out of the corners of his eyes. He hiccupped a laugh out and said whilst patting her bottlenose.
'I remember the time you saved me from that huge shark when I was training below the pacific. I bet it'll think twice about ever attacking a Dolphin again wont he? And the time you helped me take Malfoy to the bottom of the great lake. I remember when you choked on those bubbles because you were laughing so hard.'
He looked back up to the other two and saw them smiling their animal smiles as well.
'We must bury her. She deserves much more but…' Harry faced scrunched up in concentration. His desperate eyes landed on his fire guardian.
Blaze, can you take me into the staff?
I… I suppose so. Why?
Because I want to give Lockyer a proper resting place. She always said that she loved her lake. I want to bury her there, next to the waters where she once roamed.
A fitting gesture Harry, Lockyer would be grateful. Blaze waited till Harry picked up Lockyer's limp body then flew off the chair he was perched on, grabbed Harry's shoulders with his strong talons and followed Tallis who had already vanished into the staff.
When Harry arrived in the Land of Mione he nearly dropped Lockyer out of shock. The place was as beautiful as the girl it was named after. Blaze had brought him to the top of the highest peak in the staff, which happened to be the top of 'Pride Rock', Tallis's home. He was overlooking everything. To the left was Locky's and Taipan's home and to his right were great mountain ranges that made up Blaze's sanctuary.
Take me down to that tree just in front of the lake please Blaze. Harry said simply.
Blaze did so and when they landed Harry saw Tallis and Taipan running over to them. Harry placed Lockyer on the ground in front of the huge willow tree. Its weeping branches quite fitting for the mood everyone was in.
Harry are you alright? Taipan asked sadly.
No Taipan… Harry said whilst looking at the ground. He then looked up at Taipan with a strained smile. But I will be. I have lost a great friend today, but I still have you guys and I hope, with time, that we can make it through this tragedy together. Taipan do you think you could dig a hole here? Harry asked his Dragon who obliged by bringing his huge spiked tail around and using it like a muggle shovel. Within seconds there was a deep enough hole ready for Harry to place Lockyer in. Taipan put the earth back in the hole and over Lockyer.
Harry then closed his eyes and held his hands out so that they were directed at the top of Lockyer's grave. His mind produced a spectacular headstone and from his hands came a blast of water. The water started taking shape into that of Locky. Harry somehow managed to even bring the life back into her eyes. The water was always moving which made it look like it was made from… Magic. With another wave of his hand Harry conjured a small stone made of shining sapphire and in scripted on the stone in gold writing was:
'Locky'
A Friend, Joker and Guardian
Goodbye
Harry stepped back of the fresh earth. He looked up at the stars and saw one in particular that was sparkling more than any other. Harry was sure that that star was someone he knew very well. He took one last look at the star before calling Blaze to him.
Maybe a guardian's job is never done, thought Harry and for the first time since being with Hermione and his friends he let a real smile grace his face.
When Harry was brought back to the McCullum's house by Blaze, which he sent back into the staff straight away, he grabbed his staff and with a mean glint in his puffy red eyes, apparated to Azkaban. Revenge and Justice were two words that kept ringing in his ears. Blood would be spilled at Azkaban tonight.
Present Time
The Order members arrived one by one on the back of Fawkes tail. First to arrive was Remus, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Samantha Dippet and then the Hogwarts crew. Snape, McGonagall, Kingsley and Dumbledore thought it imperative that Harry's future or maybe not bride come along. As soon as the Hogwarts party was brought in Hermione started running around in frantic search for Harry. Every room was double and triple checked. It was only when she came along Harry's blood did she completely lose it. As soon as Hermione saw the blood on the floor she started to cry like the clouds, her tears coming down like rain. She started to scream Harry's name over and over again. She was dragged away from the blood by Tonks, who had calmed down somewhat since her own encounter with the blood. She led Hermione to the stairs were the two young women collapsed and cried.
Stacey Gale walked up to the front door confidently. She was finally making a move up in the world. She always was a supporter of the Dark Lord. She just knew that he would be the one to conquer in the end. And with that thought in mind, she perked up more. But her mood vanished as she heard many voices coming from inside the house. She stepped to the side of the house and looked through one of the ground floor windows. She saw at least nine people standing around, all of them were casting spells here and there except for two women that were sitting on the stairs. She then saw that one of the nine was none other than Albus Dumbledore walking around with a worried expression on his face. Stacey walked to the next window that was open a bit and heard two people talking. The first one she recognised as being Kingsley Shacklebolt, her commander in the Aurors before he went to teach at Hogwarts, and the other one she didn't recognise. The man had an even more worried face then Dumbledore. His robes were ragged and torn, and his wispy looking hair was thin and greying. She crept closer and heard them talking.
'Where would he be Kingsley, I mean that McCullum man couldn't have been serious? He couldn't have killed Harry, he just couldn't.' The one with the filthy robes sobbed.
'I don't know Remus, if Tonks is right in saying that Harry got hit with the Nagaree curse… well that curse is as deadly as Avada Kedavra.' Shacklebolt said with a sigh.
Ah so Tonks is working for these people is she? Stacey thought to herself. Oh of course, that's who's at the stairs with that brown haired girl. Who else goes around with pink hair?
She was starting to get a little scared now for she realised that this mob was the highly secret 'Order of the Phoenix'. If they couldn't find Potter's body then there wasn't much point in her sticking around. She was about to portkey away back to Voldemorts castle when her world went black.
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody had just received word from Azkaban that Harry Potter had arrived on the island and looked as healthy as an ox, or so the muggle term went. But in Wizarding terms, he looked as deadly as a Demon. He knew that Albus and some other Order members were looking for Potter at that bloke McCullums house, for he too received a message via Fawkes. But he chose to stay at Auror headquarters instead. He somehow knew that something with Potter would happen tonight.
The kid just wouldn't die. He thought whilst sporting his maniacal grin. And that's what I like about him. He burnt the message that he just got and apparated away to Albus and the others.
He arrived and sensed that the place was under a few muggle repelling charms.
'Looks like Dippet's work.' Moody said gruffly. He was about to step inside the house when his magical eye spotted a green robes figure creeping round the side of the house. He recognised the robes as junior auror rank. With his magical eye he also saw that this auror supported the Dark mark on her left arm. He now knew it was a she thanks to a certain magical eye. With his old body and auror training skills he limp round the side of the house and came up behind the girl. Just as he saw the girl reach for something, most likely a portkey, he stunned her. He then pointed his wand at her and said.
'Mobilcorpus.' He then floated the body into the house where everyone was looking at him. He walked straight over to Albus and projected his voice to everyone present. Especially the lass on the stairs.
'I found this Death Eater lurkin out yonder, seems as though our auror ranks aren't as safe as they should be.' He lifted the hood off the girl and Tonks ran forward.
'That's Stacey Gale. She's in my training team at headquarters… I-I thought she was a friend.'
Moody brushed off this little scene with a wave of his hand and came to what he was there for.
'Anyway Albus I've come to tell you that we've found Potter, or more appropriately, he turned up.'
'WHERE, WHERE'S HARRY?' Hermione yelled running forward and grabbing Moody's robes at the front and shoving her hopeful face in front of Moody's scar lined excuse of a head, it frightened the weathered auror somewhat. He was saved when Dumbledore gently pulled Hermione back. His face was to, filled with hope. Moody gathered himself again.
'Word just came from Azkaban, it seems Potter has some unfinished business with McCullum.'
Harry arrived at Azkaban with a firm thought in his mind. A life for a life, it was an old but true saying. He pushed the front gates open with the help of the wind that was blowing a gale around the island. The guards at the door didn't know what to do, they had only just received word from the lower levels that Harry Potter was supposedly dead. That was obviously not the case though as Harry marched through the tall iron gates. He set course for his cell. The one that he had made so only he could open or close, the one that only held those that bore the dark mark, the one that only the strongest could break, which would mean Harry and Voldemort.
Harry would have placed Dumbledore in that category as well if it wasn't for the fact that Albus Dumbledore was old. Old and dying. Harry saw it in his eyes. This war would be his last. It saddened him some that the man that resembled that of a grandfather to him was dying. But he once heard that death was only another journey, coming to take us to our dreams. Harry himself couldn't wait till he died. But what he considered a wait was at least 200 years. Yes, he was not looking to die just yet.
He looked up and saw that his cell was just up ahead. There were no need for guards on this corridor but seeing as these prisoners were known Death Eaters the commanding officer of Azkaban saw it fit to disobey the Minister and place guards at the cell 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Yep old Mad-Eye wasn't one to be fooled by the Death Eater minister.
The guards made a gap for him, all of them with slack jaws and wide eyes. Once again Harry Potter had risen from the dead. He waved his hand at the cell and instantly a door appeared out of fire. He stepped over the threshold to see that all the occupants of his cell were all looking at him fearfully. Harry called his staff and then transformed it into a shining Ice sword. Its blade glowed fiercely, it smelled the life it was about to take.
'Tonight' Harry spoke in a voice colder than the looks of his sword, his voice was also quiet but everyone heard it, even those aurors outside the cell. 'I went to a home to arrest Reece and Doris McCullum. Why, do you ask? I came across some very crucial information thanks to one Lucius Malfoy. That's right Reece, Lucius sold you out. You see, I came to Lucius on the pretence to find the murderers of Bob and Sylvia Simmons, aurors and parents to a friend of mine I might add. It saddens me to find out that these two honest people were killed just because they wouldn't join…' Harry built up the suspense. 'Voldemort.'
Lucius Malfoy ran forward as the others shuddered at their Lord's name.
'How dare you Potter. You have no right to say the Dark Lords name.' The blonde Malfoy spat.
'Oh really Lucius, well what would give the right to say that fuckers name. Would I be able to say it if the bastard murdered my parents? Would I be able to say it if I've captured some of his followers. Tell me Lucius, would I be able to say it if I had DUELLED HIM.' Harry's eyes had started to glow at the end of his tirade. The darkness of the cell made them look all the more fearful.
'Now you get back Malfoy before you find your head piked on the end of this sword.' And with quick movement, Harry nicked the side of Malfoys pale face with the tip of his sword. The move was so quick that not a drop of blood was left on the blade.
Harry then watched as Malfoy clutched the side of his face in pain. He pointed the sword outwards again.
'Does anyone else have a problem with me saying VOLDEMORTS name?' Silence and shuffling feet answered him. 'I didn't think so… Now where was I.' Harry said as Malfoy hid himself behind the crowd.
'Ah yes, the Simmons. Outstanding people if you ask me. They fought to their last breath instead of joining a man so vile that he would kill his own followers quicker than you could say quidditch, if it meant that he would be able to save his own pale white arse…' Harry stopped and took in some deep breaths, now was the time to avenge Locky.
'Reece McCullum step forward.' Harry shouted, his voice echoing of the cell walls.
There was movement at the back as a man moved forward through the throng of Death Eaters. The man stepped forward into the open area with Harry shivering.
'Are you Reece McCullum?' Ice that was all that Harry's voice was, freezing ice.
'Y-Yes.'
'At your house tonight you chose to fight, I must admit you fought well. You even would have killed me if it wasn't for a certain friend of mine. You killed her.' Harry's pain and agony was rising again. His eyes glowing with a red tint.
'Yes, but what should that matter to you, that animal was only transfiguration work.' McCullum said his voice void of stutter.
'It matters to me Reece because that animal was more than transfiguration work. You killed something that was apart of me. Something that was very dear to me.' Harry pointed the tip of the sword so it was right against McCullum's black heart. He didn't notice the new audience that had arrived minutes before.
'Please, please I'll do anything.' McCullum pleaded
'Offer me money?'
'Yes.'
'Information to, promise me that?'
'All that I have and more please.'
'Offer me everything that I ask for?'
'Anything you want.'
Harry then moved forward so his blazing eyes were so close to McCullum that he could taste the fear. Harry put pressure on the blade and with an emotional filled voice said.
'I want my friend back you son of a bitch.'
Then Harry pushed forward with all his strength and pierced the blade through Reece McCullum's chest. His face turned a deathly pale white, the same colour that his eyes had just turned, the same eyes that were staring down at the blade that had punctured his heart. With one last gasp McCullum died on Harry's sword.
With a solitary tear rolling down his face Harry jerked his sword back and let Reece McCullum's body fall to the dirty prison floor. He turned around whilst turning his sword back into his staff and finally looked upon his viewers. To stunned to move everyone in the cell didn't bother to move to stop Harry as he walked out of the cell.
He saw Hermione standing their cuddled next to Tonks who was standing next to some other Order members. Harry didn't know who, his eyes were only on Hermione. He spread his arms out to her, hoping that she would take the invitation. But Hermione wasn't moving. Her face crushed Harry's heart. In her brown eyes were fear and anger. Harry let his arms drop to the side and turned away from them all. No one had still not said a word so Harry started walking away, finally hearing some noise that he thought was Doris McCullum, sobbing over her dead husband.
Harry clenched his staff tighter and was about to apparate when a hand grabbed his own forcefully turning him round on the spot. It was Moody, his blue eye blazing. He stood back and held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry did so, although he was not sure why Moody was doing such a thing.
'You did what you had to do kid. Never feel guilt for it will be an unneeded extra weight on your shoulders. That man had killed more people than just the Simmons. Many aurors and muggles had lost their lives to that bastard and it looked as though he had added a friend of yours on that list as well. Remember, you did what you had to do.' And with that the old and experienced auror walked away saying one last thing back over his shoulder.
'And if I were you I'd get that curse on your back checked out.' Then disappeared round the corner.
Harry reached a hand over his back and felt that he was bleeding again. He needed it looked at, maybe he should ask Dumbledore to help him. He walked forward and stopped as he saw Hermione stand in front of him. She had a wand in her right hand and a frown on her blotchy face. She reached up and turned Harry around, when she gasped Harry knew she had found the curse mark. He then felt a warm sensation run in circles around his back. Within a few seconds the feeling stopped and Harry turned back around to see Hermione looking up at him with a look that had changed from fearful to relief.
Harry then opened up his arms again and Hermione melted into his body. The warm feeling that was running through his back had moved around to his heart. He pulled back and looked down at her with sad eyes.
'Locky's gone.' He didn't know why he said it but he did and Hermione held him tighter than before.
/ Let's go home. / She said through their link. And Harry obliged. He apparated himself and Hermione back to their living room in Hermione's Head Girl dorm. Without saying a word Hermione led Harry to the bedroom were they stripped down to their boxers and bra's and curled up against each other.
'I love you.' Harry said softly into Hermione's hair.
'And I love you, always and forever.' Hermione replied into Harry's neck, which she kissed once and then went to sleep. Harry followed soon after, dreaming of the place that would be his heaven.
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