Voldemort's Strongest Weaknesses
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Disclaimer: I, author of VSW, cannot begin to compare myself to J.K. Rowling, author of Harry Potter. This is all merely my imagination speaking.
Hey, okay I'm back! Took awhile because I was just thinking about the next chapter and etc. Plus I've just finished my CMT, which was sooooo easy but simultaneously stressing. I know that in the last chapter or two, I said that Harry and Hermione are going pay a visit of McGonagall. They're also going to the Ministry of Magic to get Harry's apparition in like the next two chapters. I am aware Harry apparated without his license in Chapter 2, but that's just alittle thing the Ministry of Magic let slip because that's how I wrote it. snicker, snicker
Oh and um…MayuBlack…you should stop reading because I am going to put Ron and Hermione in later chapters. But honestly, their relationship will be short-lived. Hermione's going to realize her feelings for Harry and vice versa.
Chapter 6: Why
The day after his discussion with Hermione, Harry was confused. Hermione likes and dislikes Ron. Ron is "in love" with Hermione.Harry finds out that he has a slight crush on his best friend. This could cause quite a dilemma. Harry took a long breath, threw the sheets off of his body and got up from his bed. He stopped in front of the mirror. "Why am I so stupid?"
"Er…mate, maybe because you're talking to your own reflection." suggested Ron, uncertainly. Harry whipped around, forgetting that he shared a room with Ron.
"Why are you up so early?" Harry asked sharply, waving off the awkward situation that had just occurred. Ron grimaced, putting on a jacket. "Mum's making me go with Ginny and everyone else to pick out our bloody tuxedos and dresses."
"Why didn't you guys pick them out like a week before?"
"Harry, have you not been around for the last two days? Look at my mum. In her state, the only thing she should be doing is checking in to St. Mungo's let alone plan a wedding." Harry shrugged and turned to grab a towel.
"So it's going to be you and Hermione alone in the house." Ron said. His voice made it sound as if Harry and Hermione are about to commit an adultery. Harry faced his friend again, making a face.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I'm just saying don't do anything that'll cause serious damage."
"Like what?" asked Harry, offensively. Ron shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "You know I like her, Harry. A lot."
"Then why won't you ask her out?" shouted Harry. For some reason he sounded a lot harsher than how he planned to sound. Ron recoiled from the tone of his voice. Merlin's don't bark at him, Potter. Ron eyed him confusingly and continued. "Well-I don't know-it's just that-well I just like her." With that he left the room.
"Stupid git doesn't even know why he likes Hermione. He doesn't deserve her." Harry mumbled angrily to himself. Then a feeling of guilt passed through his body. He berated himself for speaking like this. Ron did like Hermione for ever and it was Harry who had just realized them a day ago so he shouldn't be saying anything. Harry took a towel a headed into the bathroom.
After twenty minute, Harry got dressed and headed down into the kitchen where Hermione stood, looking beautiful in even just a pair of pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. She didn't notice Harry's entrance since she was engulfed in reading the newspaper. Harry tip-toed closer and flicked the newspaper. Hermione shrieked, letting the paper fall idly.
"Harry!" Hermione said, annoyed but then smiling. "Good morning to you, Hermione." Harry smiled and grabbed an apple.
"So…I guess it's just you and me. What's planned for today?"
"Ah, now that you've asked Potter, we have a very busy day ahead of us." Harry groaned.
Hermione glared at him and continued, "We have an appointment with Professor-I mean-Headmistress McGonagall to discuss about our year. Next stop is probrably Gringotts. Then we are going to go shopping for proper attire appropriate for the wedding. Although, since most of your clothes are black (Harry made a face at her)... And then we'll head to the Ministry of Magic…hopefully they don't realize that you apparated without license. You'll have to take your test which I think you'll pass quite successfully. Oh and how can I forget books! We'll need books for school, for our little adventures. Ron's not going to come with us because he has to run some errands with his mum and Ginny. And-
"There's more?" interrupted Harry, grimly. "Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry! With me as your best friend, you should know that our agenda is always busied up! We have things to buy, do, discuss for our journey for the Horcuxes. You should prepare for the worst, you know!" finished Hermione.
"Okay, okay…" answered Harry, defeated. But really, he didn't want to do anything with saving the world right now. All he wanted to do was play Quidditch and fly carefree. He prepared to take a bite of the apple but unfortunately was halted by Hermione once more.
"Are you finished Harry? Okay then, Hogwarts, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, and Dursleys! Let's go." said Hermione in a hurry. Catching the last part, Harry stopped short and asked, "What?"
"Well, Harry," Hermione looked down sheepishly, playing with her hair, "I know you don't want to go back but…even though it doesn't seem like it…Petunia was your aunt and your mother's sister. I was thinking that maybe she knows something about the location of Godric's Hollow."
"I don't need the woman's help! She didn't care about my mum and she never will! It's waste of time to go there!" snapped Harry. He leapt from his chair, meaning to leave the room but Hermione grabbed Harry by his arm and slammed him against the wall. Her grip was painful and that shocked him; he never knew his friend was that powerful.
"Listen here and listen well, Harry James Potter, I am sick of your outrages! You are now of age and you should act like a seventeen- year old! Merlin's, you must learn to control your anger at all cost; it could lead to trouble. This is why you always landed yourselve in detention for bloody sakes! Don't focus all of your energy on hate, Harry." Hermione screamed in his face. Suddenly, she backed off, realizing what she had down. For a split second, she configured her expressions to their regular state. Then finishing completely, she said in her regular voice. "Now let's go."
Harry watched her as she led the way. Never in the six years he known her had he ever seen her react like that. It scared the bloody shit out of him.
They used the Floo Powder to get to Hogwarts and fortunately for Harry, the ride was much more pleasant. Before he knew it, the green flames of non-harmful flames disappeared and revealed a neatly kept office, assumingly Professor McGonagall's.
But she wasn't there.
"Hermione, where is she? I thought you said we have a meeting with her."
"Yeah and we're going right now."
"But this is her office." Hermione stopped and turn to Harry. "Harry, don't you remember? Professor McGonagall is no longer professor, she's headmistress." She took Harry's hand squeezed it, telling him to not let his guilt run again.
"Oh." Harry let her lead him to Dumbledore's office which is no longer Dumbledore's office but instead Professor McGonagall or Headmistress McGonagall's office. The long walk through the corridor was rather painful for Harry. Memories of his home flashed through his mind. Being back at Hogwarts without students and teachers was oddly chilling.
They reached the seventh floor and the password activated stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office in no time. The only problem was they didn't know the password.
"Er…Harry, do you think Headmistress McGonagall changed the password already?" asked Hermione, nervously. Harry shrugged an answer.
"Acid Pops." The gargoyle was suddenly brought to life and jumped aside for access. The familiar spiral staircase was revealed to the two. Hermione gaped in amazement, her eyes following the turning of the stairs. She had never seen Dumbledore's office since she never got in trouble unlike Harry and Ron. Harry stepped onto the steps and offered his friend his right hand. In a daze, Hermione took it and was looking up in awe as they were transported to the headmaster/headmistress's office.
Harry opened the door and stepped into the room that used to be so familiar to him in his younger years. But the only thing missing was the presence of Dumbledore. A sharp pang reached his soul as he remembered once more that his mentor and teacher will no longer provide him comforting words or insight on his destiny that was to be fulfilled.
Hermione, noticing the sudden change in Harry's face expression, reached for his hand and held it. She smiled at him again and said, "It's okay, Harry."
"She's right you know, Harry." Harry gasped, recognizing the voice and looked up at portrait of Albus Dumbledore smiling sadly at him.
A/N: Okay, I feel really bad becaused I feel like I'm becoming one of the authors who say they'll update soon but then never update their stories! But you know, people are busy. I really wanted to update once a week but I have tons of homework in middle school and I have dance, piano, art...
To all of the reviewers, I'm really, realy sorry for not updating soon enough and I hope you'll still read my story
Now I'm working on Chapter 7
