Return Of The Elemental


Chapter 17 – The Call Out

'Harry? Haarryy, Harry wake up.' Hermione groaned out as she stretched on her bed, a bed that she was currently sharing with Harry Potter, the same Harry Potter that had killed a man right before her eyes the gruesome night before.

She admitted to herself that she was scared of her fiancé last night, having never actually seen Harry kill someone before. But as soon as she had seen his rejected face and the curse mark on his back all her fears and worries melted away and she reconciled with him by jumping into his arms. She reached up and pulled the covers back to reveal Harry's shoulders, the foul but magnificent mark was uncovered as she slid the blankets down more. Foul, because of the intention the curse had but, magnificent, because of the mark it left behind. It was like an old drawing of the sun, with the round red circle and the little lines jetting out from it. Hermione leaned over with her arm and traced her finger round Harry's new tattoo whilst redoubling her efforts of trying to wake him.

'Harry, time to wake up.' She said and blowed in his ear, she was rewarded by lots and lots of tiny goose bumps.

Aww, cold is he? Hermione thought. Well I guess he won't like this then. And with that thought she threw back the covers and exposed Harry's almost naked body and for extra measures she used what little Air elemental powers she had and focused on pushing out cold air from her fingers. The trick worked and she finally succeeded in waking Harry up.

'Wh-What the blo-blo-bloody hells going on?' Harry yelled as he leaped out of bed and ran into the bathroom where seconds later the sound of running water could be heard. Seeing as the door was open the steam in the bathroom took its chance to escape out the doorway and into the bedroom. Hermione walked over to the door and before closing it, said, 'Morning Harry' in a mirth filled voice.

Hermione grabbed a robe out of her closet and then went and lied back on the bed and waited for Harry to come back out. This surprisingly wasn't a very long wait at all. Harry came back out with a towel around his waist and his hair dripping. His face was masked from emotion so it came as quite a shock when a mischievous smile crept upon his face. The effect worked and Hermione started to back away from the bed.

'Harry, what's that look for? Harry?'

Harry didn't reply but started walking predatorily towards the frightened girl. His walk slowly turned into a jog and then an all out run as he chased a squealing Hermione round the bed. He finally caught her and flung her on to the bed and then plopped his self on top of her, hence making Hermione immobile.

The water off his body seeped through her robe and Hermione squirmed, try as she might to get the big oaf off her. But this only made Harry more determined to keep her still as he reached at her sides and brought her arms up above her head and pinning them making Hermione negotiate her way up.

'Harry you big moron, get off me.' She all but screamed.

'Nah uh ahh. What's the magic word?' Harry sing song voice maddened Hermione further, that and the continuous drips of water that were splashing on her face. She tried to move her head from side to side but because Harry's head was so close to hers it didn't make any difference and when Harry shoved his nose against hers well that just shut down her head movement all together.

'Harry I must warn you that you are making me very mad.' Hermione's nasally voice grounded out. It almost made Harry get up but he stood firm, there was also something else firm as well which Hermione happened to notice.

'Harry come on we have to get ready or will be late.' Hermione voice pleaded, her false anger gone already.

'What are you talking about? We both have got two study lessons first up. Our first class isn't till charms this afternoon.' Harry said whilst lifting his head back up to look at Hermione stupidly.

'That's not the point we still have to go to the library to attend our study lessons.'

'Ah come on Hermione, no one really goes to them, so why do we have to?'

'I don't know about you Mr Potter but I am Head Girl and have to live up to the title by setting a good example to the other students.' Hermione said with a dignified tone.

'Codswallop.' Harry said in return making Hermione gasp at his disrespect for the rules.

'Come on Hermione, please just stay with me.' It was now Harry's turn to plead. He decided to add a little sweet talking through their link.

/ I love you. / And he smiled as he saw Hermione's face soften.

'Fine I'll stay with you as long as you get up and we talk about last night.' She saw that when she said this Harry's face contorted into one of pain and then it passed.

'Alright, I also want to talk to you about your Elemental ring. But there's just one more thing I want to do?' Harry said and once again his eyes sparkled that morning. Hermione's eyebrows rose up behind her bushy hair.

He couldn't mean what I think he means, does he? Hermione thought to herself.

'Umm Harry… er, I don't know how to tell you this but, er, what I mean to say is that, er, that… IwanttowaittillI'mmarriedtohavesex.' She said this quite fast and it was no wonder Harry took a while to try and sought out her words and when he did he lost all feeling in his body and fully collapsed on top of Hermione.

'Th-That's not what I-I meant.' Harry said meekly.

'It wasn't?' Hermione asked. Her voice filled with relief but also a bit of hurt.

'No.'

'Oh.'

'Oh indeed.'

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'What's, what supposed to mean?'

'Oh indeed. What do you mean buy that?'

'Nothing, I don't think.' Harry replied confusedly. When he heard Hermione blurt out her confession he was completely blown away. Now he was even more confused. He didn't even register the fact that he was now the one on the bottom with Hermione sitting atop of him.

'Harry James Potter, are you telling me that you wouldn't want to make love to me?' Hermione's face was beet red, but not from embarrassment but from anger.

'When did I say that? I didn't say that.' Harry said flustered.

'You as good as said it. Oh indeed.' Hermione kept on muttering death threats to herself.

'Hermione. Hermione listen to me.' In the end Harry had to reach up and grab her by the shoulders and give her a good shake.

'WHAT?' Shouted the enraged girl.

/ Jeez, I'm glad she's not a Veela. / Harry thought to himself… or at least he thought he thought to his self.

'Why you little bugger. So now your saying I'm not good looking, is that it?' Hermione yelled. Harry lowered his arms to protect himself, half expecting fire balls to be flying from Hermione's hands any minute.

'Will you stop twisting my words around woman. You shouldn't be listening to my thoughts any way.' Harry then breathed a sigh of relief as Hermione stopped ranting to look down at him as though he was a weird new species of Flobberworm. Her faced turned angry again and she picked up the pillow that was next to her and started hitting Harry with it whilst starting up her rant again.

'I wasn't reading your thoughts you stupid mug you were projecting them, so don't you dare blame me. Honestly, the nerve of some people.'

'Gordon Bennett, were you born a red head?' Harry yelled over the top of Hermione whilst grabbing the damned pillow.

'You just don't know when to shut up do you?' Hermione screamed as in answer to his last question.

'Will you just stop and listen to me.' Harry said whilst he tackled Hermione to the other side of the bed, stopping her efforts to grab another pillow. He had once again pinned her back on the bed.

'Now, the only reason I said 'Oh indeed' was because… well because I thought you might have already had sex with Ron.' There, he said it, now for the blow up.

'Really?' Hermione's soft voice asked him, pulling him out of his own thoughts. He looked up to see Hermione's sad face.

'Really,' Harry replied, seeing Hermione cast her eyes to the side so she wasn't looking at him. 'Hermione I'm sorry I thought that, I just thought, well I don't know what I thought. I guess they were just the thoughts of a teenage boy.' Hermione then turned and faced him.

'I've been waiting for you.' She then did a complete 360. 'Have you ever done it?' She asked quietly. Harry leaned down and kissed her gently on her luscious lips. When he pulled back up his eyes were shining with joy.

'No. I've been waiting for a very special girl. A girl that's always had my heart… a girl that will always hold my heart.' He finished by leaning down and kissing her again making Hermione smile.

'So you do mind waiting till we're married to consummate our love.'

'If it is what you want Hermione, then I will respect your wishes.' Harry said with passion. His smile grew wider as he continued. 'Now before this whole thing happened I said I wanted to do one more thing,' he then propped himself up on his arms above Hermione. 'and this was what I meant.' He then shook his whole body, especially his head like a wet dog, spraying water on the shrieking Hermione. When he was done he was smiling like a big dopey dog. His smile vanished though as Hermione screamed like a Banshee and started chasing him all around the Head Girl rooms.

Meanwhile outside the Head Girl dormitory, standing in the Gryffindor common room were the students and curious Head of Gryffindor listening to the screams and shouts coming from inside.

'Can someone please explain to me why Mr Potter is in the Head Girl's dormitory?' Professor McGonagall asked to the group of Onlisteners. She didn't get an answer as the group started filing out of Gryffindor tower down to breakfast, only three remained.

'It's alright professor, headmaster Dumbledore has already approved of the newly engaged couple sharing rooms.' Crystal said weakly.

At least I hope he has. Crystal thought worriedly.

'Oh is that right Miss Fletcher. Well I'll just have to see about this myself.' And with that she swiftly turned round and strode off, no doubt looking for the kooky Albus Dumbledore.

'Poor Harry,' Ginny said absently as she scratched Shydan behind her ears, ever since Harry had given her the young cub the two had been inseparable. 'What do you think he's done now to get Hermione angry?'

'Who knows, come on lets get down to breakfast, they'll stop serving it soon.' Ron said impatiently.

'Righto Ron settle down, we'll feed your little tummy, yes we will, yes we will.' Crystal said, taking the tone of someone who was talking to a baby whilst poking Ron in the stomach.

'Stop that.' Ron said as he snatched Crystal's hand from poking him again. He then pulled on the said hand and dragged it along with its owner out of the empty common room with Ginny following behind with a smile on her serene face.

It was the middle of breakfast when hundreds of owls delivered the special morning edition of the Daily Prophet. Special, because it brought with it not just the information of Harry and Hermione's engagement which everyone expected to be in it but also the news that Harry James Potter was a murderer.

Yes, not only saying it, but also giving full deal of the scene that took place at Azkaban.

Murmurs flew around the hall as the quicker readers finished the article written by Nicholas Carson. Carson was now the senior journalist at the Prophet thanks to a certain friend who was the minister of magic. He got Rita Skeeter demoted to a normal journalist position. Something Rita wasn't very happy about, but as it was she was chosen to do the story on Harry and Hermione's engagement, which took up the bottom half of the front page.

At the same time people were reading about Harry's gruesome murder of the respected Reece McCullum, who was to be "sorely missed" according to reporter Carson. The same Harry Potter was reading that very same article over his sweethearts shoulder.

'How is it that all the Death Eaters are getting all the important jobs?' Hermione asked furiously as she chucked the paper over her shoulder and hitting Harry square in the face.

'Owww.' Harry moaned as he rubbed his nose.

'Oh I'm sorry Harry, come here and let me kiss it better.' Harry did so by falling over the lounge and landing with his head in Hermione's lap. Hermione then ran her hand through his short hair whilst leaning down and placing a quick kiss on his red nose.

'Better?'

'Much.' Harry said whilst looking pensive.

'What is it? Are you thinking about Lockyer?' Hermione asked sadly as her hands kept working their magic on Harry's head.

'Its hard Hermione, it feels like there's apart of me that's missing. I already miss her so much.' Hermione gave him silence before she asked her question.

'Can you still use your water gifts?'

'Yeah, because I made a statue of water for Locky's grave.' Harry said whilst holding out his hand and making water come forth and form a puddle on the floor of the living room just to make Hermione happy or cross in this case.

'Oh really Harry, I believed you. You didn't need to go and spray water like that?' Hermione said whilst whipping out her wand and getting rid of the mess.

'Sorry, just proving a point.' Harry said sullenly.

'Come on Harry, I know it must be hard but you have to get over this. What would Locky do to you if she saw you like this?' Harry ghosted a smile.

'Probably hit me with her tail.'

'Exactly, she wouldn't want to see you moping about. She would want you to get on with life and cause more pranks in her honour.' Harry sat up.

'Your right, in fact I'll go do one now.' He said whilst rubbing his hands together in anticipation. His pranking thoughts were interrupted by an annoying cough.

'Excuse me Mr Potter, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me about what happened last night. I only saw the last bit of your eventful evening remember. And you also said you wanted to talk about my ring.' Hermione said while moving over on the lounge and patted the open space beside her.

'Fine, but I'm telling you Hermione it isn't pretty.' Harry said, taking the offered seat and then began his story of the previous night...

'- and then I turned and saw you and the rest of the Order outside the cell. I was only really looking at you and when you rejected coming into my arms I felt shattered-.' Hermione cut him off.

'I wasn't rejecting you Harry… I was just shocked, that's all. I've never seen you kill before and I guess I was just shocked. Please forgive me.' Harry took her small hands in his.

'There's nothing to forgive.' He then wrapped up his tale.

'So then I brought us home.'

'I wish I could have been there for you.' Hermione said with a fire in her brown eyes.

'Well that brings me to my next topic. You see with my training I was able to grasp things quicker because I was already an Elemental, but you haven't got that advantage. It took me four months to learn all that Merlin could teach me about the Air elements, and that's saying a lot because the Air was Merlin's Element. I'm not trying to disappoint you but with me teaching you and with you being a normal witch… well it would probably take you a year to master the Element at best. And I'm hoping that this war is over before then.' Harry said with hope, he looked at Hermione's face and saw the disappointment etched all over it. He didn't want to put her through it but it was there only hope of Hermione feeling like she was doing something.

'But.' He watched with sad amusement as her head snapped up so fast that she must have kinked her neck.

'But, I have thought of a way that might speed up the process. Don't look at me like that.' Harry said as Hermione's eyes pleaded with him to tell her. 'It involves your ring. I think that I can copy my powers into it. Hermione I told you to stop looking at me like that, the reason I don't want to tell you this is for fear of you excepting to do this.' Hermione's face looked puzzled.

'Why would you fear doing this if it means that I will be able to finish my training so quickly?'

'Because it will hurt.' Harry said solemnly.

'Oh Harry I can handle a little pain.' Hermione laughed lightly whilst slapping Harry playfully on the arm. Harry didn't share her amusement.

'Hermione, this isn't a little pain like stubbing your toe, I'm talking about intense torture. My powers will want to fuse themselves with your being, they will attach to your nerves and force there way into your bloodstream to feel complete with you.' Harry explained cautiously.

'So what, just tell me what pain I will feel Harry, be honest with me.' Hermione said with courage that Harry loved and admired.

'The transformation will probably feel like someone putting the Cruciatus curse on you.' He watched his beloved, pale before he landed the final blow. 'Times ten.'

It was lucky that they were so close together so that he could catch her as she fainted.

It was an hour till Hermione came round. Harry had sat with her the whole time running his fingers through her hair and when she bolted up after her little nap, his hands got caught up and she yelped.

'Sorry Hermione. How do you feel?' He said as he detached his fingers from her curls.

'It's the weirdest thing, I had a dream where you were telling me that I could finish my training quickly but you also said that it would hurt… really hurt.'

'Hermione, what you said was true but it wasn't a dream. If there was another way I'd do it, but there's not.'

They sat in silence for a while, during it they heard the bell go for the next class.

'I'll do it.' Hermione said confidently, breaking the silence.

'Are you sure? You don't know what could happen to you. I'm starting to wish I never said anything.' Harry said, shaking his head.

'Harry, it's alright, I want to do this. With speeding up the process I could be fighting by your side and not being back here worrying about you. How long would it take to get everything ready?

'I'm not sure. You'll have to give me your ring back to start with.' Hermione did so, by taking off Harry's mothers ring first. 'Right, I've already told you what I want to do, which is copy all my elemental Air abilities into the ring and then once you put the ring on it should fuse with you. I think I could have it done by tonight if I was left alone till that time.' Harry said whilst turning the ring over in his fingers.

'Harry does this mean that I will get a Guardian an Animagus form?'

'Hmm, maybe, will have to wait and see. I'll get on this straight away.' He then pecked Hermione on the cheek and went over and locked himself in the bedroom.

Hermione, seeing nothing else to do picked up the daily prophet and read Rita Skeeter's article on her and Harry.

It was around 11:00pm that Harry finally came out of the bedroom looking as a ragged and exhausted as though he had just fought a giant with his bare hands. Hermione who was doing an assignment for her Ancient Runes at the desk that was situated next to the fireplace rushed over and guided Harry to the lounge in front of the warm fire that was helping to keep away the Autumn chills.

'You look terrible.' Was all she could say.

'Why thank you, always nice to hear such kind words.' Harry replied with a smirk.

'Sooo, how did it go?'

'Well the first part was a complete success. I have copied all the things that I knew about air except for my Animagus form and Taipan. I'm not sure whether you will get a guardian, although I'm pretty sure that you will have an Animagus form at the end of all this.'

'Oh goody, do you know what it will be?' Hermione said, clapping her hands and jumping up and down on the lounge in excitement.

'No only your mind will know, now stop jumping around, you're making me nervous.'

'Sorry, do you think we should do this tonight?' Hermione said with a hint of pleading ness in her voice.

'Fine, just let me soundproof the dormitory.' This remark seemed to bring Hermione back from her jubilation.

'Is that really necessary?' She squeaked.

'This isn't just stopping everyone from the castle hearing you scream… its also stopping them from hearing me scream as well.' Harry said whilst placing the last charm on the walls.

'I don't understand. Why are you going to be screaming?' Hermione asked confusedly.

'With a part of me in the ring,' Harry said whilst holding out the smoky ring to Hermione, 'I will also feel the pain, but not as much as you. Now I think everything is ready so let's do this before one of us changes our mind. Just lie down on the ground and put the ring back on your finger.' Harry then grabbed her and pulled her to the ground with him.

He was only lying down with Hermione for her sake, she was the one who was going to go into a sort of fit with her body thrashing about, and he would only feel intense pain in his head and stomach.

'Ready?' He asked.

'Ready.' Hermione replied. She took in one last big breath and slipped the ring on.

Images from Harry's time with Merlin flashed throughHaHaHHH her mind, she felt a calm wash over her.

I don't know what Harry was talking about, this isn't so bad… Hermione thought, seconds before the first wave of pain hit her.

Harry looked across the room, Hermione looked fine and even let a smile come on her face before Harry felt the first pain hit them both at the same time. He swallowed his pain and hopelessness as he heard Hermione start screaming. He too felt the torture but at a very lower level. He kept hoping to himself that Hermione would come out of this fine. He looked away from his love as the second wave of pain hit them both.

Only one more to go, he thought grimly.

Hermione had already passed out just after the second stage began but for some reason she was still screaming and still feeling the transformation take place.

She recalled how Harry had once said that the Cruciatus felt like needles poking through your entire nervous system… But she didn't feel needles, she felt like there were a thousand electrifying worms crawling through her body trying to find and lock onto her nerves and bloodstream.

In the back part of her brain were she was still sane she begged to god to kill her, for any escape was better than the torture she was going through.

/ Hold on Hermione, it's almost over. / Harry hoped that the message would get through. He had just come out of his ordeal and he longed to know that Hermione wasn't far behind. He smiled with relief as he saw that she had stopped thrashing about. He grimaced as he saw that Hermione's left arm was placed in a contrary position. Slowly he moved over and was about to lift Hermione to the bedroom but he ended up finding himself sprawled on the floor with his hands covering his ears.

It seemed as though the transformation was not quite done with Hermione and after a few seconds Harry knew why. For floating above Hermione were two forms. Finally the poor girl ceased her screaming once and for all laid slumped on the floor, the stench of her urine filling Harry's nostrils.

'Well I'll be buggered.' Harry said to himself as he watched Hermione's Animagus and Guardian form disappear back into her soul. His mind the came back to the present and he sniffed the air.

'I'm so sorry Hermione.' He waved his hand and got rid of the mess, then took Hermione in his arms and took her to their bed and laid her down gently as if she was made of fine porcelain, he then pulled the covers over her and let her rest.

'I'll only be gone for a short while. You are a very brave woman Hermione Jane Granger.'

Harry then left to go to the Headmasters office, he didn't tell Hermione but he had received an urgent message from Dumbledore and he had a fair idea about what they wanted to talk about.

'Ah, Harry, thank you for coming, I thought that you might have been to unwell to see me since you didn't attend any of your classes today. What is it that incapacitated you so that you would miss a whole day of learning?' Harry decided not to beat around the bush.

'Remember how I said I could make Hermione an Air Elemental? Well, I've done it, I believe I've done it anyway. We will have to wait a while to know for sure.' Harry said whilst taking a seat and a lemon drop.

'How did you do it? I thought you said that your Air training alone took you four months to complete.' Dumbledore said, befuddled.

'That's true but I came up with another way for Hermione to forgo her training and become a fully mastered Air Elemental.' Harry then went on to tell the story of the days activities.

'And you're sure Miss Granger is alright?' Dumbledore asked worriedly.

'As far as I know, she just needs to rest her weary body.' Dumbledore fixed his clear gaze on him for a few seconds before seeming satisfied.

'Excellent I hope she returns to her full health soon. Now Harry I wish to speak to you about the reason I asked you to come here tonight.'

Here it is, "Harry you shouldn't have killed Mr McCullum last night, it was very wrong", Harry thought.

'Your actions last night were very noble indeed, if I am to believe what I heard than it seems that you lost one of your guardians last night and were very emotional when you went to Azkaban, is this correct?'

'Yes, Locky intercepted the killing curse for me. I wanted revenge for Locky sir, an eye for an eye, what is wrong with that?' Harry said with a scowl.

'I'm not saying its wrong Harry, but due to your actions and due to having a Death Eater as Minister of Magic, you have been called out.' Dumbledore left the air thick with tension.

'What do you mean I've been called out? What the hell does that mean?' Harry said crossly, he didn't like the sound of this call out.

'Basically it means that if the Wizengamot gets a majority vote then you could be called in to the Ministry to face the charges that Minister Ramosa has put against you.' Dumbledore said without the usual twinkle in his dark blue eyes.

'Are you serious? Professor this man has got to be stopped.' Harry screamed in outrage, standing up and kicking his chair for 6.

'Calm down Harry. I quite agree with you this man must be stopped. But how is the question?' Dumbledore said whilst joining his fingers.

'How many people are on the Wizengamot?' Harry asked quickly.

'Forty. Minister Ramosa will need twenty one members to vote with him if his is to bring you in. And to answer your next question, he already has ten people on board with him.' Harry sighed with relief. Its not that he was worried about going to Azkaban, it's just that if he went to trial someone might find out about his heritage.

'Professor, how is it that Voldemort and the press don't know what I am?' Harry asked inquisitively.

'An excellent question Harry. You must realise that not many people know that there was once an ancient race living amongst us. The only reason I knew was thanks to my grandfather who told me when I was a young boy living in Aberdeen. When he was my age his grandfather told him the story of the Elementals. The Dumbledore's are a very old line that can date back to the four founders of this school. There are not many other old lines like us, so that is why there are very few if any that know of the old Elementals.' Harry nodded along with his story, glad that there weren't too many people that could rat on him.

'You also saw Mr McCullum's actions last night. He, like everyone else assumes that your guardians are extraordinary transfiguration and that your Elemental attacks are high level obscure magic's.' Dumbledore finished explaining. Harry picked up his chair and sat down and thought on what Dumbledore said.

'So really the only ways that anyone will find out who I am is if I have to speak in court or if someone from the Order blows the whistle on me.'

'Blows what on you?' A perplexed Dumbledore asked.

'A muggle thing that makes a loud noise professor.'

'Ah muggles, such intelligent creatures, the way they survive and live without magic is simply amazing.'

'Er yeah, well if that is all, I think I'll head back to Hermione, good night professor.' Harry then got up and was about to leave when Dumbledore spoke up.

'Oh just one last thing before you go Harry. Professor McGonagall came to me this morning in a right trifle. She was going on about how it came to be, she hearing your voice that is, in Miss Potter's Head Girl dorm in the wee hours of the morning. I told her that she had been working to hard lately and that she needed to get her ears checked. Well naturally she didn't take to kindly to my words, I have my broken lolly jar to vouch for that. So do make sure you keep a low profile around that woman for a while.' He then winked and left towards his chambers, calling out over his shoulder.

'Good night Harry.'

Harry was still chuckling to himself as he climbed back up to Gryffindor tower. It was a nice cool night and Harry fancied taking a calming stroll through the draftee corridors instead of using is staff to make his way back to Hermione's side.

He was chatting to the paintings as he passed and was having a very interesting conversation with an old quidditch captain that used to play for Gryffindor when he attended Hogwarts, when his favourite person in the school swooped on him.

'Well well well, if it isn't Dumbledore's special pet. Tell me Potter, was there much grime on the headmasters boots that needed licking off?' Snape sneered condescendingly.

'You'd know all about licking someone's boots wouldn't you Snape? Tell me how is Voldemort these days? He hasn't made you lick something else has he?' Harry replied viciously.

'Why you little shit.' Snape whispered fiercely whilst grabbing the front of Harry's robes and shoving him against the wall. 'Listen to me Potter, you better start watching your back cause one day you might find a hole in it. Everyone in this mad house might love your bravado ways but I for one will not tolerate it any longer.' He then let go of Harry and started walking away.

'Am I supposed to be scared? Snape you have a better chance of scoring with flobberworm then hitting me with a curse. Just do me a favour and realise that for me will you.' And before Harry knew what was going on a cutting hex was sent his way. He moved at the last millisecond but was still stung by the curse on the right side of his cheek. He straightened and reached his hand up to touch his cheek, a fine line with blood running from it was what he found. Harry was boiling beneath his hood but on the outside he was smirking.

'I suppose you're off to find that flobberworm then? Enjoy your night-time stroll Snape, who knows maybe another night we will meet again and then will see what happens.' He called softly for his staff and was pleased to see Snape flinch when it appeared. 'Night Snapey poo.' Harry then apparated back to his and Hermione's rooms, once there he moved to the bathroom where he checked his cut. He cleaned it and healed it but he did not clear it. He left this mark to remind himself in the future to never underestimate people. With that done he showered, brushed his teeth and hopped into bed beside Hermione, who looked… tranquil, and remembered when he first saw her Guardian and Animagus form just hours before.

'Just like Merlin.' He mused, he then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

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