Author's Note: About this fic's timeline…this will follow Harry Potter Timeline, not Smallville because I'm not really that familiar with Smallville. Harry Potter was born 1980 and he should be 16 years old right when the fic is started. And for the ones who think Harry will meet Clark in China, so sorry, but according to Smallville season 4, Clark went to China when he was 18 years old and I intend to follow it. Harry will meet Clark in season 4, though which episode I still don't know (or perhaps I will make them meet in a meeting I wrote on my own and not from the episode of Smallville season 4). At that time Harry will be 19 years old (because a younger Rei-El merged with older Harry Potter—and I decided to use Harry Potter's birthday). Kinda ironic to see the younger twin now older than the eldest.
This fic was started before HBP starts. And I don't know whether I'm gonna use HBP as reference. HBP kinda limited writers in making new idea because of the horcruxes. As far as I know all of 7th year fics with HBP reference were about horcruxes hunting. Not a very good storyline to make as fanfiction since the writers' movement is restricted. I do think that the horcruxes idea is good, but again, it makes ff writers (and possibly readers) annoyed
On this chapter, Harry is almost 17 years old, while Clark is 16. Just want to know, but do any of you know Clark's birthday date?
The month is June, right now. Before Hogwarts' students had their summer holiday.
And lastly a request from me. I think it's time for me to get more benefits from writing this for those who like this story and my other stories. In exchange of an update I want information from you. Nothing dangerous I assure you. It's just I have an assignments (as usual) from my professors. One of them is drawing a plan for an airplane hangar for Boeing. I want you to tell me if you know websites that describe about them, the planes (width, length, etc), the hangar itself, the plane runways, basically everything related. Hopefully with the photographs. I don't care if it is located in Australia, China, anywhere!
If you write the website address in your reply, please write it like this: www(.)fanfiction(.) net. Writing the normal way won't appear in the review page. I wonder why. The sooner you give me the information, the sooner I finished my assignment (although this assignment will be as long as 6 months although I'll be assisted each week for different task) and I will have more time to write for you. I have some references myself but I don't think it's enough. And it's difficult to acquire permission so I can snap some shots of airplane hangar. So help me, please! I'm desperate here. Damn my friends. They're lucky to have easier tasks to do. At least they won't have difficulties to acquire permission to take some snap shots. Sigh…
Anyway, onwards to the story!
Chapter SixHarry landed on the Gringotts floor gracefully. He no longer had problem staying steady after portkeying because of his martial arts lesson. Of course his newfound power helped him too. So far ever since the manifesting of power a year ago, Harry Potter or Rei-El had manifested speed, strength, (I want to ask whether tough skin is part of the strength deal or it's another ability) heat vision, X-ray vision, and freezing breath. According to his alien father the only ability he hasn't developed yet was flying ability. And Harry couldn't wait to manifest this ability. It would be fun to fly without restraint. No need for broom, or wings at all. Harry loved flying. To feel the wind beat against his face, and the thrill he felt as he speeded up on firebolt. There would be more freedom when he got this ability and Jor-El mentioned that he would be able to fly faster than firebolt or the current fastest plane.
Shaking his head, Harry went to the counter of Beijing Gringotts branch and asked for a goblin named Hortuk. He was led to the goblin's room 5 minutes later.
The goblin in question looked up from his papers when Harry entered his room. "Ah, Mr. Lincher, welcome," he gestured Harry to take a seat. "We have found a clue about one or two things you're looking for," the goblin opened his drawer and took a folder from it before handing it to Harry's waiting hands.
Harry Potter or rather Gregg Lincher right now accepted the folder and opened it.
"There were some green stones resembled the description of the sample you showed us, here in this country decades ago. The story about it is rather sketchy, but according to the people we ask the stones were thought to be quite important at that time. About its location, we believe that it's still here in China, though it's only speculation. There was no mention about the red stones, but we found a story about a strange metal that was not of earth origin and was said to grant knowledge and wealth to the person who owned it. We hypothesized that it was located in the same place as the green stone. And after digging about it more, we found that paper," the goblin pointed at the paper Harry was currently holding.
The paper was a map or some sort of it. There were drawings of rivers, mountains, a palace, and other things.
"Do you know where I can find them?"
"The palace on the map refers to Shanghai's palace. So they are probably there. An advice though," he went serious. "There were muggles soldiers that seemed to be interested of them too. You better be careful there. Foreigner isn't exactly well liked there. It seems that you're dealing with something dangerous, Mr. Lincher. Are you still interested of them?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, I am."
"Very well," the goblin nodded. "We have put everything we found about them in the folder. I hope it's enough," Harry nodded. "Pleasure to make an acquaintance with you, Mr. Lincher," Hortuk said.
"Thank you," Harry exited the room of the goblin he hired to search anything about green or red kryptonite, or the stones of knowledge in China.
The young wizard decided to take it slow. The warning Hortuk gave him prevented him from running to Shanghai without thinking. He didn't want to take a risk dealing with China soldiers. Better not get caught and then being interrogated by them. Sure he could escape easily using his Kryptonian ability and wiped out their memories if it happened, but there were many things had to be considered too. Like the security camera, soldiers interested with ability, etc. There were so many things could go wrong. And he didn't want to end being a lab rat, thank you very much. He didn't run away from England only to be hunted by another party.
Harry booked a room for a night in a hotel. He didn't go to the apartment he inherited from his parents in China because it would be troublesome. It wasn't as if he would stay in China for long. He had decided that he would travel around the world after he finished his business in Shanghai. He now had the means to defend himself without magic, enough money to be spent for generations, and the adequate knowledge needed. He would try to search his twin and perhaps the stones of knowledge when he was passing through.
Harry was irked to find that even though Jor-el predicted Kal-El would be near Kawatche cave, the holo ball itself 'forgot' where the cave was placed. So much for easy search. The ball was a bit damaged when his ship entered Earth atmosphere and crashed in Godric's Hollow and then the damage was added when it was never been activated for long time, so it never gat opportunity to activate its automate recovery system to recover the damaged data and thus now the knowledge pertaining things like where the cave was, what exactly the stones of knowledge meant, the function, and some other things were lost forever from its data.
One of the things that were useful for him, was his photo with his twin beside him when they were just born. In the photo, both boys were laid side-by-side on a bed. They were wearing clothes with their names and family crest on each clothes.
With current technology and bit help from Jor-El, Harry could 'age' his twin's photo and searched him based on the photo (that hopefully was accurate). After that he could post the photo to a website for missing person or perhaps creating a new website by himself. With people around the world to help him, he would have an easier time to search his twin.
Harry looked at the ceiling with a sigh. It has been a year ever since he ran away and he didn't have any contact whatsoever with his friends. He wondered what they were doing right now. He decided to write a simple letter for Ron and Hermione and posted it via muggle mail. He hoped that Hermione didn't change her address, because he only had her parents' address.
And speaking of mail, he was reminded by his snowy owl. Harry really hoped that Hedwig was safe with Hagrid and hopefully when he met his owl again, the bird wouldn't try to attack him in anger for being left. Hedwig was known for her temper.
He plopped on the bed and started to read the folder Hortuk gave him, but after half an hour he gave up. His mind was occupied, urging him to write letter for his friends—or at least they were still his friends. They were certainly not happy campers when they heard about him running away. Harry scratched his head in anxiousness. God damnit, it was only writing a letter! It wasn't as if he talked with them face-to-face!
Instead of calming down, he was getting more nervous.
'Don't think about it! Just do it!' he commanded his body. Taking a parchment he had bought in Japan's magical shopping alley and a quill with its black ink, Harry started to write.
Dear Ron and Hermione (I know you're angry, but please let me explain first before you decide to burn this letter),
It has been a year ever since I had any kind of contact with you, isn't it? I know you're angry with me for running away without telling you. And no, Hermione before you ask, it doesn't involve Voldemort. Well it actually does…but that's only a small fraction of my reasons and it's only because this problem of mine will hinder me facing him. I ran because of a…personal problem, you could say. And I had to solve it first before I think I'm ready to face whatever things Voldemort (or perhaps the ministry, the reporters, and the whole Britain's magical society in general) will throw at me if—when I come back.
I also won't be able to come back before I find a certain someone and some particular things. I won't tell you what they are. I don't know where he is or whether he is alive or not right now. And I haven't found… those things too. But I'll start searching for them.
About the prophecy that was smashed in DoM a year ago…actually Dumbledore knew about it. He was the one who heard the complete version of it, hearing it coming out of Trelawney's mouth (when she is in 'that' state of course). I don't know why he thought it was important for Voldemort not to know what it contained. Because frankly I thought that its content was really obvious. It wasn't as if Voldemort didn't try to kill me from time to time. This prophecy mentions that someone born at the end of seventh month born by parents that had thrice defied the dark lord and will be marked as equal and eventually fight him and finally only one of them who can only be killed by the other will survive. At least that was how Dumbledore interpreted it.
Prophecy is difficult to interpret afterall. It isn't suppusoed to be that easy to figure out. And there are many cases of wrong interpretation of prophecy for centuries. 'Born' can be interpreted as other things other than 'given birth to'. Is the seventh month truly means July? Who is this dark lord? Is it really Voldemort or perhaps other person? Thrice defying him? There are other things but I won't mention it here. If you want to know the full version ask Dumbledore. According to him there are 2 candidates for that someone that fit the description of seventh month and the parents. Me and Neville. Honestly? How did he know about that? Did he count our parents defying Voldemort thrice? As much as I know if they fight against him, it meant they were constantly defying him constantly, not just 3 times. And did he check all birth certificates in the world?
As for being 'marked as equal'…I did have a scar. But 'mark' doesn't always mean literal mark. It can be a thought of respect or something else. And who said this dark lord was Voldemort anyway? And I'm not exactly born in the end of July…(Harry paused, wondering perhaps he should change the content of his letter, but he decided to continue. He kept writing to them vaguely, hoping that with it the two would be too busy trying to understand what he meant to search him) and I wasn't exactly born by Lily Potter, who was said to thrice defied Voldemort by Dumbledore. Indeed Lily and James Potter were my biological parents, but at the same time they were not. I only found out about this from her letter hours before I decided to run away. It's kind of complicated. This was what made me doubt about me being this so-called Chosen One from the prophecy that I reminded you… was made by Sybil Trelawney.
Tommy boy only know the first half of the prophecy that said that someone would challenge him. Because of that he tried to kill me and his death eaters tried to kill Neville.
I just want you all to stop searching for me or demanding me to come back. If Snape comments something about my letter tell him to shove a stick up on his ass. I don't need the 'compliment' of an immature grown man who decided to make the life of the son of his dead enemy bad. He's really mature, isn't he? Notice my sarcasm! And by the way, please be careful with him. Try to learn occlumency too to stop him from ransacking and violating your mind. Actually I thought that Dumbledore did the same if only subtler. How did he know everything before we said it?
With that out of the way, I think I'll tell you a thing or two about my life now. I am still learning magic, don't worry. I'm emancipated and the underage magic no longer applies to me. Infact I think it is better than learning how to transfigure a table into a pig. Hogwarts' timetable is no longer effective for me. I need training incase death eaters trying to kill me. The DoM incident was just that, a luck. They underestimated and played with us. I suggest you study on your own too, Ron. I know that you always do it, Hermione, so I won't say anything.
Tell your mom not to worry about me. Now that the Dursleys are out of my way, I'm not as thinner or shorter as before. I have grown into respectable height and I'm still growing.
I think I'm safer out here. Voldemort can't reach me anymore. And neither he can find me nor he can enter my mind anymore. Tell Snape that his method is unappreciated. Next time he try to rape my mind I will beat him so bad that his nose won't be a problem any longer. And I mean it. I have means to…dispose him and before you ask, no, it isn't magic.
That's all I can tell you about my life. For now,
Now, what about you?
How's life in Hogwarts? I hope you are not having trouble without me there. If Malfoy make any trouble with you, punch him on his face or kick him on the balls. I think THAT will make him shut up. Don't forget to wipe out his memories and don't leave any trace of your involvement!
When I will come back?
I don't know. I haven't solved my problem completely yet and I haven't found him or those things yet. I want to go back there…but I know that Dumbledore will try to put me under house arrest or his constant watch. Tell him to mind his own business! The harder he tries to put me under his grasp, the harder I will resist him. And tell him to stop searching me and focus on Voldemort. The Order was made to put a stop on him, not to search for a missing child.
Well, that's all, I'll try to send you more letters, but don't get your hope too high,
Harry Potter
PS: Are you still angry with me?
Harry set aside the quill and ink. He transfigured a parchment into an envelope. Tomorrow, he would go to a post office and sent the letter from there. After he wrote the letter, Harry used his time to read the folder.
In Hogwarts
It has been days after Harry sent the letter from Beijing. Hermione was currently in the library as usual, reading as many tomes as she could. Ever since her best friend left for some vague reason and the failed searching, she was starting to revert back to her first year attitude. With no Harry to act as mediator, she and Ron were having full-blown fights as no one tried to calm them down before it became worse.
She hated to say it, but…Gryffindor Trio was no more. Each of them went on their separate ways. Harry to the unknown, Ron with quidditch, and she with all her studies. She and Ron didn't have any contact with Harry. Not even once. She wondered what happened to him. She was worried of him, and at the same time she was angry. Angry for being left out. Angry because he didn't say anything except for a simple and short letter he left behind. Furious for not being able to find him. And annoyed for being asked many times by people about him. It wasn't as if he told her everything.
Hermion scowled and slammed the tome in front of him loudly. Madam Pince frowned, but she didn't care. She stood up and went to her, 'Someone is missing? 1000 charms to find them' on her arm.
The next morning she headed to Great Hall fro breakfast with Neville beside her. Ever since the DoM incident, Neville was no longer a nervous stuttering boy anymore. Sure he was still a shy boy, but he had grown into a better man. Neville said that it was thanks to Harry he had confidence.
Harry…Hermione sighed and went back to her food. She was biting a piece of bacon when the owls entered the Great Hall and as usual bringing letters to the students or the staffs. Hermione was surprised when a small sized black owl was flying toward her. It landed on the table in front of her, lifting its leg for Hermione to unburden it from the letter it brought.
"For me?" she asked confusedly. The owl hooted. She anxiously took the letter from the owl owned by public owl post office. She recognized the necklace it wore. She blinked when she recognized her mother's handwriting. It was unusual for them to send her any letter. She was worried if something had happened. She almost tore the envelope open when she remembered where she was. She excused herself, leaving her food on the table only half-eaten. Neville glanced confusedly.
"Hermione?"
"It's a letter from my…parents," she said. The boy nodded and she left to her dorm, passing a sleepy Ron on her way.
"Hermione, why are you such in a hurry?' the red head asked.
The bushy haired girl almost told him to mind his own business. Did he forget about their fight yesterday? "I have a letter from my parents."
"…Oh. So?" he asked dumbly.
Hermione had to handle her urge to throttle him here and then. "My parents never sent me any letter before, Ron. Only in my first year and even then it was scarce. Something must have happened! Now, excuse me," she said stiffly and left him alone in the corridor.
The young witch entered Gryffindor common room and practically running to her dorm. She slammed the door open and closed it again. She was breathing erratically as she sat on her bed, tearing the envelope impatiently. There was another envelope and a parchment inside. She decided to read the parchment first.
Dear Hermione,
You must be wondering why we sent this letter. You'll be interested to know that when I checked our mailbox this morning, I found this letter for you. It was from your missing friend, Har—
Hermione stop reading her mother's letter and turned her attention to the sealed envelope. She gulped and tore the seal.
An hour later, she was still sitting on her bed, dazed and confused. She was still trying to figure out what her best friend said.
Dumbledore knew about the prophecy. He avoided Harry and sent him to Snape to rape his mind, well perhaps not, but he sent him there, knowing that there was animosity so great between them Dumbledore knew about the prophecy but kept it quiet until Sirius' death forced him to tell Harry about it. The prophecy mentioned about someone born at the end of seventh month, born from people who had thrice defied a dark lord. The dark lord marked that someone as an equal. The only one can kill them was the other and only one of them will survive at the end.
Harry was right. It was too easy to understand. It was so obvious and so cliché. Kind of like fairytale. A showdown between 2 people? And it was because of this prophecy Voldemort hunted Harry…and Neville?
Dumbledore was ransacking his students' minds?
Harry wasn't exactly born at the end of July? He wasn't born by Lily but at the same time Lily and James were his biological parents?
He was starting to search someone and some things? Does that mean he hasn't started to do it yet? Then what the hell he was doing for nearly a year?
Harry was going to dispose Snape? And without magic?
WHAT THE HELL! It wasn't making any sense! Especially the part about his parents and his birthday. Her anger and annoyance at Harry was forgotten replaced by confusion. And since when was Harry a cryptic?
Hermione was so busy thinking about it that she completely forgot to attend any of her classes that day. She didn't even notice her roommates come and go, looking at her oddly. She was, however, reminded by it when her stomach growled loudly. She looked down at her belly, remembering she hasn't finished her breakfast this morning. She gasped when she looked outside the window, noticing that it was already night outside. Was she that long thinking about it?
The bushy haired girl shook her head. 'You won't be able to think if you're hungry, girl,' she chided herself. She washed her face and went down to the Great Hall. She didn't notice everyone's eyes were focused on her when she entered or when she ate her food in Ron-like manner. She did notice however when a certain Draco Malfoy was headed toward her.
Draco Malfoy. He acted strange this year, a bit subdued. At first Hermione thought that it was because his arch-nemesis who was her best friend wasn't there. That thought was squashed however when he redirected his 'appreciated' comments to Ron and her. Usually she was calm, only retaliating when he and/or his goons tried to curse her or anyone else, but this night… Hermione glared at the so-called Slytherin prince.
"What is it, Malfoy?"
A cocky smirk was plastered on his aristocrat face. Oh, how she wanted to wipe it off. "I heard you didn't attend any of your class today because you got a letter from your parents. Is it true?"
"And if it is?" she seethed inwardly.
"I want to know what it was. Was your mudblood-parents divorced and they abandoned you?" in the next 5 seconds Hermione was already up in front of him, kicked him on the place no man would approve and gave him a punch on his jaw. Malfoy collapsed to the floor and writhed as he grasped both his jaw and his 'precious'.
"Damn, THAT felt good," Hermione massaged her sore hands. Malfoy had a tough bone and her small hands weren't equipped to punch someone's bone. Jaws were dropping on the Great Hall. All of them couldn't believe the know-it-all did that, and in front of the now astonished teachers no less!
"Hermione?" Ron gaped at her. He never thought she would do something like that. Sure she has done it to Malfoy before in their third year, but she didn't kick his…his… Ron gulped as his hands moved unconsciously to protect his own. He was lucky that she never did that to him no matter what a prat he was, especially in their sixth year ever since Harry was gone.
Hermione perhaps didn't know it, but Ron always wanted to say sorry to her. Sorry for being such a prat, sorry for not being able to reign his quick temper, sorry for not keeping his loose mouth, and sorry for not being there with her now that Harry was gone. Unfortunately when he wanted to say sorry there was always something else interrupted him or let his pride blinded him.
Ron wanted to smack himself for being such a looser.
The youngest male Weasley realized that they were drifting apart, and with no Harry to act as a glue and confidante… Ron sighed and went back to watch the event unfold. If Snape did something to her, he wouldn't care if they have drifted apart. For him, she was still his best friend. He could only hope that she felt the same.
"Ms. Granger," come the barely strained voice of the Head of Slytherin house.
"Yes?" she asked sweetly.
"What do you think you're doing?" Behind him, Minerva McGonagall was frowning, torn between defending her student or punishing her for attacking another student. Beside, her behaviour was unusual from the normal manner.
"What does it look like?" she challenged. Her housemates were practically gaping open mouthed right now. Their eyes swarming around them, trying to find any kind of sign that told them the world would be doomed soon.
"10 points from Gryffindor for your cheek!" he snarled.
"Wow, you know what, Snappy," the twins' eyes bulged so wide that they were in danger of falling off. "When Harry told me that you're an immature grown man, I refused to acknowledge it, but seeing you right now, I have realized how blind I am," even McGonagall was at loss of words. What on Earth made her, the normally teacher's pet, behaved like this?
"WHY YOU MUDBLOOD—"
"SEVERUS!" Minerva glared angrily at her co-worker. "You're a teacher! Behave NOW! You're crossing the line," she warned him. The potion master gave her a defiant stare. "And you, Ms. Granger, don't provoke him. Now can you tell me what did you do to Mr. Malfoy?" She heard a muffled 'Not my fault that he is an ass and so easy to rile up' and thought whether her ears had became as older as she. "Yes?" she peered. Madam Pomphrey was already on Malfoy's side, healing him as she spoke.
"Just like what it looked like. I kick him in the place where the sun doesn't shine and oh, I think I break his jaw…and my poor hand," she mumbled the last part dejectedly, massaging her knuckle softly.
McGonagall sighed and rubbed her forehead tiredly. She was thinking that perhaps Malfoy came at inopportune time where the young girl's bottled anger was ready to explode. Ever since Harry was gone, she almost reverted back to the first year Hermione and often got caught fighting with Ron. "And why did you do it?"
"I've gotten a letter from my parents. And he just came out of nowhere and suggested that my mudblood parents were divorced and abandoned me," she growled. The transfiguration teacher frowned hearing the term.
"And was it true?"
"No."
"Then why did you fight him? I expect better from my house," she said sternly.
"Because professor, I've had enough with his taunts and his attempts to make fun of me and others or trying to hurt someone else. I want him to know that I can bite as hard as I can bark. The only method to educate a barbarian is apparently by violence. Their diminutive brain can't handle what we called the eloquence of words and ethics."
"BARBARIAN! Why don't you look at the mirror, girl?" 'Snappy' snapped.
"Severus," Minerva growled dangerously. "Ms. Granger, please follow me!" the brown haired girl shrugged and when her transfiguration professor didn't see, smirked victoriously at Snape. The greasy haired man's face was deep purple and his hand clutched tightly against his wand. When Hermione passed Ron, she winked at the gaping red head. Ron swore incredulously.
"Is she an impostor using polyjuice potion?" Neville asked him, his eyes still transfixed over Hermione's retreating form.
"…For some reasons, I don't think so," the red head mumbled. He wondered if Harry's leave screwed her brain slowly until she snapped under pressure. Hearing Malfoy's painful moans brought a smile on his lips. Hermione was…winking at him. Did it mean he was forgiven? Ron decided that this time he wouldn't let anything stop him from apologizing to her, not even his stupid pride. And…Ron looked at Malfoy, he didn't want to be her enemy.
He shivered unconsciously.
McGonagall opened her office's door and let her student inside. She gestured her to take a seat. In her seat, the strict professor was staring at the Gryffindor intently.
She opened her mouth, "So," she started. "Why did you act like that? Normally you won't behave like this. Is there something wrong, Ms. Granger? What did your parents write you?"
"It's nothing, professor," she replied tersely.
"Ms. Granger I'm trying to help you here. Please, tell me."
"I can't. It's a personal matter that doesn't concern you."
"It does concern me, Ms. Granger because you attack your peer for that."
"I call it: defending my parents' honor. Surely you won't refuse me this too."
"Have I ever refuse you anything before this?" the old woman frowned.
"Actually yes. Numerous times. Let me see, you dismissed us when we told you about Snape's unfair treatment to non-Slytherin student especially Gryffindor and particularly Harry. You turned blind eyes and deaf ears to our plight many times. Sure you're tried to help the students, but the help you gave us was so little it barely make a difference for us. So tell me, why should I trust you? Did you know that the Umbridge bitch hurt Harry when she put him on detention? I have checked it and the symptoms was that of the use of blood quill. Professor Dumbledore told us that Hogwarts was the safest place for us. And yet," she trailed off. "Every single damn year we spent risking our lives here. And the teachers never gave us a hand or always came too late. Haven't heard enough yet? What about those idiots or evil's incarnation that Dumbledore had hired as a DADA teacher. And this year he even hired Snape to fill that position. Excuse me, but you place our lives here on Snape's merciful hands and a truly attention seeker wannabe as the new potion teacher, no matter how resourceful he is. And how about Dumbledore kept screwing everything by sending Harry to his awful muggle relatives of his. No wonder he disappeared!" she growled.
"Is this about Mr. Potter?" Hermione closed her mouth and went silent. The older woman sighed.
"Professor, I want to take the final exam after the NEWT's over," McGonagall almost choked in surprise.
"What? What do you mean?" she asked frantically.
"I mean it. I know that with all that I learned I am already ready for that. And I know that students are allowed to take this exam to graduate early as long as their tests were Exceed Expectation or more."
"B-but that mean you won't be Hogwarts student anymore if you succeed," she spluterred.
"I know. But I want to get away from this craziness. And somehow I doubt I'll get any job here in the magical world. I heard that there are still prejudices toward muggleborns. It was hard for us to search for jobs here. My father has told me that he expected me to continue my muggle studies and I think he's right," she said firmly.
"I…" McGonagall was at loss of words. She sighed deeply and stared at her determined student.
Back to Harry
Harry was busy investigating the palace since yesterday. He went there as a tourist and because of that it was pretty easy to do that. He had mapped the palace with the use of his holo ball, which he carefully hid from view. But so far he hadn't found any kind of lead in this place.
He had found a door house with the same drawing of the tree in his treasure map days ago when he arrived in Shanghai, looking for clues. He sneaked into there, finding that it was empty when a man called him softly from behind. Harry was pretty freaked out by that. He found it difficult to believe that with his excellent hearing he wasn't able to hear the old man's footsteps. The man didn't threaten him for sneaking into his house. He was just saying some weird things to the young man and pointed toward the tree drawing. When Harry turned his eyes back, the old man was gone.
He was plagued by this for long time that he almost forgotten about his main task. Almost.
Now he was ready for some action.
TBC…
I didn't go into depth of Hermione's or Ron's emotions. I'll do it later. And also flashbacks about their reactions after Harry disappeared. You might think that Hermione is OOC, but I have reason for that. After Harry disappeared, she was questioning herself. Wondering if his disappearance was caused by her partially. She started to resent authority from that point on. Her experience with Fudge as minister, Snape as a teacher, Umbridge as high inquisitor and temporary headmistress, and various death eaters placed in high society further deepened her mistrust. She was having flash backs of her life and found that although many said that McGonagall was fair, what she saw countered it. Not only she often dismissed them (as in Gryffindor Trio) as mere children that didn't know better, she often put up blind eyes on the Snape's unfair treatments toward Gryffindor and especially Harry. And even when the old woman told him off, she never voiced up her protest clearly or harshly. Not to mention that she believed that what Dumbledore had done was the main reason for his disappearance, judging from the worded words in her letter from Harry. She couldn't help but blamed him for it.
Of course Hermione was still angry on Harry. She was pissed off and would do anything to find him (and knocked a sense or two to him). Infact I'm planning to have her searching for Harry in the summer without the order's knowing. I don't know about Ron. Someone will notice he was missing. His families were order members afterall.
Hermione was boiling, and bottling her anger inside when she received a letter from Harry A YEAR after he disappeared. She needed to vent her anger to someone and Malfoy offered it to her. She would probably think that her action was wrong later and regretted some of it. Beating Malfoy wasn't included in that some.
What do you think about 'Snappy'? he3x. His name is Snape so I think it's appropriate to call the always snapping man, Snappy.
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