Chapter Forty One

Not Hermoine

A/N: Ok this is my new version of the set up for the chapters, I hope you like it. If I get enough bad reviews about the title of the story not being there anymore, I will start putting it there again. Thank you as always for reading and reviewing. —Donald

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Harry Potter, that privilege goes to the great mastermind of Ms. J.K. Rowlings. Thank you J.K. for inspiring us fan fiction writers of Harry Potter and letting us use your characters and universe in our own ways.

Harry was spending most of his free time with his friend a confidant Hermoine. He was hoping that they would be able to figure out what was going on, and how to bring them back to the land of the living. While he was there on his constant vigilance, her parents had come and visited at the same time. He hadn't met her parents yet, and found them to be kind gentle folks. "I swear Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I will do anything within my power to get Hermoine out of this. I just hope that it isn't anything permanent." The next thing he said was mumbled, but the Grangers heard him all the same, and they had a smile on their faces, for they liked Harry from the beginning. They had heard all during last summer about Harry this and Harry that. "I promise that something like this will never happen to her again. I think that I love her. I know that you might think that I'm too young to know what love is, but I have seen many things in my young life, and believe me, I am glad that I grew up with loving parents." Harry had a tear in his eye at this, but quickly wiped it away.

"Don't worry Harry. I'm sure that you know what your doing, and that you will find a way to bring her back to all of us. We have heard a whole lot about you young man, and I'm glad that our daughter has found someone that cares about her so much. Don't worry, we won't tell her what you just told us until you tell her yourself. I know that you are young, but we have also heard a lot about the life you have had. Thank you for caring about our daughter so much as to be able to talk to us about it like this." Hermoine's father placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, and he and his wife made their way out of the hospital wing and down to the great hall to get something to eat. They just knew that they could trust their daughters life in the hands of this young man.

Harry spent the rest of the night in either the hospital wing, or up in the ROR reading more about what she might have been studying about, or if she had found something out. When he got in there, he found the book that she had been studying, but there wasn't anything out of the ordinary out of it, so he didn't make the connection to what had happened. He decided to go down to see Lightning to see how she was doing. When he got down there, he found her doing good, and she was as happy to see him as he was to see her. "Hey girl, are you having a good day? I have some sad news girl. Hermoine was one of the students that have recently been petrified. I know you like her, and I like her also. She isn't dead, just sleeping. We have a cure that is known of, we just have to wait for the Mandrake Root to mature. We know that she is going to be ok, and we are all happy. You want to go out for a run girl? Maybe we can go out and have some fun." Harry took her out to the pasture, and let her out for a run. He watched her go and have fun. He was glad that she was doing so good, and growing to be a beautiful young Unicorn. "You know what girl, you are going to be a beautiful Unicorn as you get older. Not that you're not already, just even more when you get older." Harry was proud of his young charge, and was happy that he was able to save her in his first year.

As Harry was watching her, he was getting the strange feeling that someone or something was watching him. He quickly looked around, and didn't see anything, but still had that strange feeling. He shrugged it off as just a weird feeling, and watched his young charge.

Unbeknownst to Harry, he was being watched from a tower hi up in the castle. Albus Dumbledore was watching him through one of his scrying mirrors that he has to see what is going on at different places on the school grounds. He had tuned it into Harry when he saw him leave the castle, for he wanted to make sure that he was all right. He was smiling at the young Harry Weasley while he watched. "So much like your mother Harry, she would have done the same thing without any hesitation. She was known to take in the hurt and young that were without their parents. You remind me of her so much, and in more than just your eyes." Albus gently rubbed his eyes, then took out the colored contacts that he always wore to reveal the Emerald Green eyes that he had. No one except maybe Minerva knew that he was Harry's great-Grandfather on his mother's side. No, Lily Potter wasn't a mudblood, in fact she came from a long line of great wizards. Dudley Dursley wasn't a half blood as most people would have believed, both his parents were Squibs, but Petunia didn't know it either.

He went on through the books that he was reading, and decided that he would tell Harry once he turned 15 about his true heritage. That would give him some time to just be a kid some more. James wasn't the only one who was giving Harry and his friends this stuff in the trunks, Albus was doing this for some time now, to make sure that he was ready when Voldemort came back. Yes Dumbledore knew that the dark lord was coming back. He just didn't know when or how. He hoped that Harry was ready to fulfill the prophecy that was made about him so many years ago. "Oh Harry, I hope that everything will go good for you my Grandson, for you are meant for great things. Fudge I hope you're ready to go down in a few years, we're not ready to take you down at this time, but we will in a couple more years, for it is prophesized." He looked down at the piece of paper that was in his hand, and read it over again. It was one of the last prophecies that was made by Constance Weasley before her death 10 years ago. She was the matriarch of the Weasley clan back then, and she also did a reading for all the Weasley's including Harry about when they would die. The prophecy went like this.

He who would take down the Dark Lord, will also take down the evil incarnate that fills the leadership role in the wizardring community.

The Prophecy of the new leader

He will take him down in his 15th year, and he will be replace by one of my own. whether it is my son, or one of his sons, it does not matter, for a red headed man will bring the wizardring world back into the right place of mind.

He who would take down the Dark Lord will also take down the evil incarnate that fille the leadership role in the Wizardring community in his 15th year.

End of Prophecy

Albus was reading this again when Minerva McGonagall walked in on him and his musing. "Reading that old prophecy again Albus? At least it was made by a seer that isn't known as a fraud." She smiled at the old man, for she knew who had made that prophecy, and that the lady was one of the most talented seers that had walked this world. In fact she was the one who used to teach Divination here at Hogwarts before she retired 40 years ago. Minerva didn't know where Albus had gotten the fraud that is teaching it now, but she wasn't that bad she had guessed.

"Just an old man musing over some old manuscripts my dear. Now is there anything that I can do for you Minnie?" Albus turned his sparkling green eyes back toward her. He didn't try to put the contacts back in, or hide the fact that he had the same green eyes as both Harry Weasley and Lily Evans/Potter, for Minerva McGonagall knew the story.

"I was just wondering if you knew where your Grandson was off to at this time? He isn't in his common room, and it is getting late." She was getting a little bit worried, but calmed down when she saw the mirror that he had set on the said person. "Oh he off with his Unicorn yearling. He is so much like your daughter was, isn't he. I remember when Lily had taken in a hurt raven, and brought it back to health. She was a great person, and so was James. I'm sorry, I shouldn't bring them up so much should I?" She was a bit horrified that she had brought back sad memories for Albus, for he had lost more family than some in this war.

"It's alright Minnie, I still think about my children every once in a while, and it's still good to be reminded about it. Yes it seems that he is just like Lily was in more ways than one." Albus was smiling with the constant sparkle in his eyes at that time. Everything was going to be good she knew now.