A/N:( Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! This installment is still very fluffy and I apologize. I'm still trying to work most of this plot line out, but I promise by the next installment you'll have something to actually read. I hope. Please don't kill me if it's still really fluff filled. Lotz of luv and thanks for reading! -Writing Fairy-)Chapter 5, Finality
"She's absolutely bloody mad!" Ron repeated, staring at the letter in Hermione's hand like it would eat them all whole.
"Rubbish, Ronald." Hermione protested, though she sounded a little unsure. "There has to be a good reason she wrote what she did." With that she snapped open the parchment decisively and began reading it again, mouthing the words lightly under her breathe.
Harry just watched them, shaking his head, "I dunno if this is a good idea." He informed them, coming up behind Hermione and scanning the letter again. Hermione had already gone through and underlined odd ended words and confounding phrases. Among them was "Then I suppose your sleep has been undisturbed."
Hermione looked up at Harry fleetingly and followed his gaze down to the parchment, "That one I understand. She's talking about the dreams she's sent you. The ones that you said were a load of rubbish." She informed him matter-of-factly. Then the quill made a loud scratch further down and Harry glanced at what she had underlined "I told you so".
"Alright, alright." Harry said hastily as Hermione gave him a rather contemptuous look, but a kind one. The one that friends give other friends when their friend has been undeniable stupid. "But look at the rest of this: a lock and a chalice? What does that have to do..." He trailed off as Hermione rewrote Locket and Cup over them. He quieted at that. It was code for the Horcrux. "But what about..." He trailed off as Hermione wrote Horcrux over 'whore crooks'. "Okay, Miss Know-It-All, then what is Glyph and Door? And The Raven's Claw. Those are stores in Diagon Alley." Harry refuted. He remembered seeing them on his numerous trips there.
"You really aren't very bright, are you Harry?" Hermione sighed exasperatedly as she unraveled the last portion easily, jotting down Gryffindor over Glyph and Door and Ravenclaw over The Raven's Claw. Harry was speechless. His mind had been so busy trying to disprove all of this that he had closed his mind to all possibilities. Thanks god for Hermione.
"It can't be that simple." Harry protested. Hermione looked up at him with a you're-talking-to-me-here-Harry look that Harry knew very well. And she was right. This wasn't hard to figure out, but you had to know what was going on. You needed the facts and most didn't have them.
"How does Sage know all of this!" Harry growled, frustrated. "Only you, Ron, and me have any idea what's going on. Dumbledore said so."
Hermione paused, looking at Harry musingly. Then she snapped her fingers, "Sage is a Seer Harry. Maybe she saw these things."
"She's a seer?" Ron asked dumbfounded. Harry just gave her a peculiar look.
"But she's not complete poppycock like Professor Trelawney." Hermione scoffed, "She's very professional about it. And very good at what she Sees."
"Of course Sage is." Tonk's said from behind them.
"How long have you been standing there?" Harry asked tensely, which is when he realized his Muffliato spell had worn out.
"Don't worry Harry, I'm not eaves dropping. Just came in for a drink." She laughed, her pink hair bouncing.
"Oh. Right." Harry responded sheepishly.
"She is very professional about Seeing, though." Tonks offered, filling her cup with ice before putting some soda in it too. "Doesn't pretend to see things she doesn't and most things she sees are very solid. Just flashes, but they've helped Aurors greatly. She's a good person." Tonks added. "Did she happen to ask to meet you?"
"Yes." Hermione answered immediately. Harry shot her a look but she stared right back defiantly.
"Then she's got something very important to say to you lot." Tonks told them seriously, "I'd take the invitation under serious consideration before vetoing the trip. When you've decided, tell me, and I'll take you." She added before leaving the kitchen.
"Muff-" Harry began, but Hermione whacked his wand hand and glared at him saying, "Don't. You. Dare."
He lowered his wand, glowering at her, but stowed it away, back in his robe pocket.
"I think we should go." Ron offered, coming near his two friends.
"I agree." Hermione nodded.
"I still don't-"
"It can't hurt to stop on the way to Godric's Hollow." Hermione told him firmly.
Harry just groaned and put his head in his hands.
"I do believe that's a yes." Hermione glowed.
"We're leaving tomorrow, whether you want to or not. I'm making it to Godric's Hollow by the end of this week. No matter what." Harry informed them firmly, storming out of the kitchen.
"I've sent a letter to Sage." Hermione whispered to him after searching through the crowd for him. Harry looked up to see the gray owl with vivid green eyes soaring away over the crowd. "Came back, just like she said it would." She grinned widely.
"We're leaving tomorrow." He reminded her tiredly.
"Yeah, I know." She responded quietly, "But does Mrs. Weasley?" She paused, "Or Ginny?"
Suddenly Harry felt kinda bad. He caught sight of Ginny through the crowd, laughing at Fred and George over something funny they had just said. She looked beautiful in the elegant purple dress she was wearing. Her orange hair was curled and pinned away from her face and Harry couldn't help but notice that she looked beautiful. He had been unable to look away from her earlier and he was once again hit with the same sensation. Suddenly she looked over as if she had felt him gazing at her, and caught his emerald colored eyes with her own blue ones. She smiled slightly and walked over, taking his hand, and leading him away from the party. Hermione grinned and dragged Ron away before he noticed.
"What's going on Harry?" Ginny asked him quietly.
He didn't answer though. He just slowly leaned forward and kissed her gently and sweetly. She seemed surprised at first, but soon responded warmly. But no matter how much she was enjoying this she still had to ask, "What's all of this about?"
Harry took a deep breathe, "I'm leaving tomorrow morning, first thing." He told her breathily.
Ginny looked up in his eyes, held him tightly, and kissed him fiercely.
Harry laid down in bed that night, staring up at the fire red ceiling. Mrs. Weasley had nearly flayed them alive when Harry had made his little announcement. All three of them had shrugged off her ranting though. This was important and they all knew it. One day, Harry knew, he would have to tell them. He felt pretty awful, keeping something like this from everyone, but he felt it was his responsibility, for the time anyway. He would have loved to just shove this off on someone older, more experienced, but he knew he couldn't. He would have to deal with this on his own. Did Sage really have a Horcrux? Just how much did she actually know? And how much of it had she seen and how much had Dumbledore told her? But even if she offered to help, he knew she couldn't be allowed to. This was his battle. In the end, even Hermione and Ron weren't going to be part of this. He was going to make sure of that. This was all on his shoulders. Either he was going to be the killer or he was going to be the killed.
That was final.
A/N: (Thanks for reading and have a great day! Once again, my apologies for all the boring, incessant bits! Laterz! -Writing Fairy-)
