Title: Harry Potter and the Demise of an Enemy
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure
Summary: Harry begins's his sixth year at Hogwarts… a bit differently, this is my take on Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.
Harry groaned slightly as he felt a warm toung caressing his cheek. He opened his eyes coming face to face with the face of Prongs who wagged his tail happily.
"Harry," Hermione moaned from the other bed shoving her pillow over her head remembering an unfortunate incident where Harry had put both dog's on her bed because she didn't wake up quickly enough for his liking.
"Not me," Harry said with a laugh putting his hands up in false surrender.
"What time is it?" she asked groggily, one thing Harry had learned about Hermione despite her unearthly ability to stay up three days in a row she was most definitely not a morning person.
"We have a half hour before the meeting, you want a shower first?" Harry asked preparing to get coffee from the kitchen.
"How can Doby serve," Doby asked appearing in the room with a crack.
"Err… can I get a cup of coffee, cream no sugar?" Harry asked, the elf disappeared again as Charlie appeared.
"How can I serve you mistress," the elf asked bowing ridiculously low. Hermione had offered her salary, days off, even freedom and in doing so she had won the elf's everlasting gratitude.
"Um, coffee black please," Hermione asked smiling kindly at the elf again a flash of his godfather surprising Harry.
"Do I have something on my face?" she asked noticing him staring.
"Hm, no nothing like that I just… nothing," Harry said smiling and quickly retreating from the room leaving a very bemused Hermione in his wake.
"Well hello, come in please," Albus said as they entered the Assistant Headmistresses office.
"Why do I need to be here for this professor?" Hermione asked taking a seat in a large squishy chair Dumbledore had transfigured.
"Well it seems that Sirius has seen fit to tell you both his secret," Albus said sobering quickly.
"What secret professor?" Harry asked his eyebrows furrowing.
"Well Sirius held a number of other properties, his will however can only be opened by his daughter," Dumbledore said producing a formal looking letter.
"Sirius doesn't have a daughter," Harry said reading the front of it.
"Let me see that," Hermione said snatching the letter from Harry's hand. Once it was completely in her hand the seal glowed white for a moment and popped open.
"Harry, what just happened," Hermione asked holding out the letter as though it would explode at any minute.
"You know very well you where adopted Ms. Granger, surely you wondered," Albus asked surprised at the girl's reaction.
"It's a mistake professor, Sirius Black can't be my… my father," Hermione said shrilly putting the envelope on the table.
"Here you are Harry, Hermione," Albus said handing them two letters that fell from the envelope.
"Here," Hermione said handing him her letter disinterested.
My dear Hermione,
I would guess you're terrified, unsure, and a bit angry… it's not anyone's fault but my own. I know I should have told you and if your reading this then I didn't… you have no idea the shock I felt seeing you in that shack with Harry I knew what you looked like Albus had sent me pictures from your first year at Hogwarts.
Hermione your mother died nobody knew of your existence except Albus… the man who delivered you to us. Your mother despite our best efforts died in childbirth. You where kept in the school where I stayed during the problems with Lilly and James, when I was sentenced Albus put you up for adoption.
I know you and I know you have no idea what is going on but that something you can do will help, there is a vial of blood in the envelope you can test it against your own using the "feminin" charm.
There is a small cottage, Grimmauld place is nowhere I want my daughter living (I've left it and Kreacher to Harry) it's only a few miles from Lilly and James's place. There is a room there for you, I changed it since I left Azkaban, you will only be sixteen when you leave there but you cant go back into hiding with your family… if you wanted to stay there it's prepared.
Hermione I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that you only knew me as Harry's godfather… I am so proud of you. You fought the odds and turned into a beautiful young woman your heart and soul are pure and honest. I will never see you get married, I will never meet my grandchildren but I will always love you and be with you and I hope in time you can forgive me.
Your father,
Sirius
PS: tell Malfoy you're a pure blood, he'll get a kick out of that
"Do you know what a Feminin charm is?" Harry asked looking up at Hermione.
"Every wizard dead and alive has their blood in the hall of records, it determines parentage. You say the name of the person and Feminin then do the same over the blood you want compared if it glow's pink its father and daughter, blue is father and son, gold is brother silver is sister" she answers not really listening to what he says.
"Letter says there's a vial of his blood," Harry says producing a knife before he realizes Hermione has already taken hers out.
"Well we can talk about that later," Albus said watching Harry put his knife back and Hermione cut her palm with a wince.
Dear Harry,
Well all good things come to an end I suppose, this wasn't supposed to happen like this we where supposed to live together with Hermione, you two where supposed to give me grandbabies and our lives where supposed to be perfect. Harry she's gonna be screwed up after she finds all this out, I need you to be there for her like I never could.
Do you remember when you fell after you saw me the first time you called the Knight Bus, I remember thinking you look exactly like you father. I was tempted to ask James if he wanted to go spy on Lilly while she ahem… studied. Harry I want you to remember that I loved you like a son, I know that I never really said it I've never been that eloquent but I love you. I know for a fact that I died saving you or helping you and I also know you blame yourself. Harry if both you and Hermione are still alive than everything is right with the world.
Your godfather
Sirius
"This will prove its wrong," Hermione said fishing the vial from the bag and dripping the blood of Sirius next to some she had taken from herself. "Feminin," she said loudly and clearly. The blood glowed with a white light and the two lights connected glowing a light pink.
"You both have been given the next three days off classes to sort out his affairs, he left you Hermione a cottage in Godrics Hollow and Harry you got Grimmauld Place, all his other possessions are split evenly between you," Albus said his eyes loosing his spark as he watched Hermione stare at the pink line that fed off the blood. Harry's eyes followed those of his mentor and he found Hermione watching the lights with a morbid fascination, without thinking he pushed his hand down upon them extinguishing the pink light.
"This is it," Albus said as the Portkey ground to a halt, both the young people, much more adept at Portkey's remained unsteadily on their feet. The cottage belonging to Hermione was small. The front lawn was well tended and the rose bushes that came up the front of the house where trimmed beautifully although not enough to make it look like the house was just a wall of flowers.
"It's beautiful," Hermione said grabbing Harry's arm tightly as she looked at it, Harry moved her hand down to grip it in his. She looked up and in his eyes she saw that he understood the fear and worry she was experiencing. They walked up to the front of the house leaving Albus staring after them in shock. Hermione rested her forehead against the wooden door while her unoccupied hand rested on the doorknob. Harry stepped forward and placed his hand atop hers using it to turn the doorknob and open the door.
The hallway was bright from the lights coming in through the open door. It was wallpapered in a light red with gold stripes running down it, she stepped forward and was greeted with a dilemma. She could go up the stairs, turn left into what she assumed was the living room, go down the hallway to the left of the winding staircase, or turn right into a room she could not see. Harry thankfully held the answer.
"Heads we go to one of the rooms to the left, tails we go up or to the right," he said holding a galleon in his hand.
"I didn't know you watched muggle movies," she commented watching the golden galleon fly through the air.
"Ok, heads for the one by the stairs, tails through the dark scary room," he said blushing slightly.
"Dark scary room it is," Hermione said seeing the coin flip. Harry again gripped her hand and they walked into the room, Hermione felt along the wall encountering a light switch and found a large library two times that the one at Grimmauld place. Her eyes opened wide as she entered it, she moved to the large curtains blocking floor to ceiling windows and threw them open allowing the sunlight to flood the room. She saw to her delight a small corner with a fluffy couch, large pillows scattered on the floor and a table for unread books, upon the table was a note.
Hermione,
Either I've died and you're here with Harry and Dumbledore or I'm standing outside the room, either way I hope you like this. It was created with you in mind, I'm sure you know that finding books, even with an index can be hard. If you'll look to the southern wall
Hermione looked over to find a large chalk board, her eyebrows furrowed and she looked back to the note.
If you would say, look up Harry Potter please.
"Look up Harry Potter," she said clearly to Harry's surprise. Hermione's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates as she saw the chalk board suddenly fill with titles.
All you have to do is say a name from the list and it will appear before you, once you say "Information found" it will reset for a new topic… consider it my gift to you (To put a book back simply say the title of the chosen book again)
I love you
Sirius
"Dark Wizards of the Ages," Hermione whispered, Harry's seeker reflexes saved him from being hit in the back of the head with the large book that flew towards him.
"Wow," Harry said impressed by the large room.
"Ah, I see you've found the library, Sirius was very partial to this room… it was done specifically to your tastes and parameters set up by things you, Harry or Mr. Weasley have said to him or me throughout the years," Dumbledore said looking around the large room with satisfaction.
"Let's move on," Hermione said, she repeated the requested phrases and aside from the open curtains. She moved to the room to the right and found a large stone fireplace dominated the room. Comfortable leather couches surrounded the fireplace and in the corner stood a muggle Television on a desk with wheels that could be moved over to suit the needs for a television. This room also held a bookshelf that covered the back wall where they had entered. Hermione quickly tired of that room and the kitchen in the hall by the stairs, the dining room however held her attention for a while. It seemed this was the only room without books (The kitchen had a shelf devoted solely to cleaning spells, cooking spells, and muggle cookbooks).
"Should we go up?" Harry asked quietly his hand still in hers. Her answer was to grab his hand tighter and walk up the stairs with him behind her. She opened the first door she encountered and stepped back realizing this was Harry's room. The room was dark green and held posters of almost every famous Quidditch team she had ever heard of and some she hadn't. A small replica of a Quidditch field with waiting players drew Harry's attention. He found quickly that he could command the players and work on strategies with the board. He had found it immensely amusing to force a figure that looked much like Victor Krum to smash repeatedly into the goal post as Hermione explored the room. It was a standard boy's room the queen size bed dominating the left corner where she now found herself. The dresser was to her left and Harry was fooling around with the replica directly across from her.
"What are you doing?" she asked finally, she lay on her stomach with her head toward the footboard watching him fiddling with some controls on the large board.
"Watch," he commanded, three small figures, two sharing a broom flew toward the bed Harry followed them quickly and sat beside her resting his hand on the small of her back. As the three clambered off the broom she laughed loudly. It was Harry and Ron in their Quidditch uniforms and Hermione sporting a Gryffindor uniform even though she didn't play.
"Not so loud," mini Harry squeaked.
"Sorry," she said lowering her voice dramatically. Mini Hermione was currently exploring the large bed she was on, Hermione held out her hand at the smaller her's pointed glance and the girl hopped onto her hand.
"Hello," she said as Hermione brought her closer to her face.
"Hello," Hermione answered back fascinated by the small person she held in her hand,
"Can I ask you some questions?"
"I knew you would want to do that, that's why I came over I figured the boys would probably want to talk strategy," she said, Hermione's eyes strayed over to where Harry was deep in conversation with the small replica of himself and Ron.
"What do you eat?" Hermione asked cocking her head to the side.
"See your making a mistake, where not real where… well I hate to say fake but that's the best word for it," the smaller version of herself said. Hermione moved to the headboard curling her knees up and allowing the little person to sit on them.
"So are you me or… how does this work?" Hermione asked shifting a bit.
"Well, Sirius imputed some already made people into the board, Harry just has to direct a player to stand on a square and we come out as whatever person he chose, he's quite smart for getting hit in the head with bludgers so often," mini Hermione commented looking over to the three boys who where moving back to the field.
"Do you want to come with me and explore the rest of the house?" Hermione asked cocking her head to the side.
"No way, misty has tried to eat me too many times already, Sirius used to bring me around with him, guess he missed you when you weren't around," the small Hermione said sliding down her denim clad leg to the bed. She let out a shrill whistle Hermione had been famous for at school and Harry had a quick conversation with his mini persona.
"Did they mention anything to you about someone named misty?" Hermione asked as they moved to the next room after exploring a guest room.
"No, why?" Harry asked still excited about his room.
"Just something mini me said," Hermione commented. She opened the door of the next room and gasped in surprise. The walls where her favorite color a deep gold that matched the highlights in her hair. She looked at the bed (Red sheets) and the small desk beside it before slumping onto the bed itself.
"Where rather close to your parents home Harry, it has also been restored would you care to visit?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry slowly opened the door to his parent's home, his hand tightly clamped in Hermione's this time for his support, as they entered Harry saw a pair of bottle green eyes watching him intently. He felt himself shoved to the ground, he hit his head but before he fell unconsous he saw a jet of green light strike Hermione in the chest.