A/N: I do not own Harry Potter and would not particularly care to. Nor do I have any claims to Team Possible or anything else owned by the House of Mouse.
It's Possible
Harry entered the Headmaster's office sullenly finding the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall waiting for him.
It had been four days since Sirius had fallen through the veil, four days since he had destroyed the Headmaster's office in his rage. He had not seen Ron or Hermione or any of the others since that night; Madam Pomfrey refused to speak to him about them, saying only that they had been transferred to St. Mungo's so that their injuries from the adventure at the Ministry of Magic might be dealt with.
This must be the day he paid the piper for his actions that night.
"Have a seat Mr. Potter," the Headmaster said from behind his desk.
Harry made no move to sit. If he was to be expelled for endangering his classmates, he would be doing it on his feet.
"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said softly. "Please take a seat."
There was something odd about McGonagall's manner. Harry carefully sat on the edge of the chair directly in front of Dumbledore's desk and waited.
"I'm afraid I have some unpleasant news to relay to you Mr. Potter… Harry." The old man said sadly.
Here it comes, Harry thought. It's over. No matter what that stupid prophecy said, they are snapping my wand and sending me back to the Dursleys.
"Miss Granger's parents reacted rather badly to the news that their daughter had been subjected to such a horrible curse." Professor McGonagall started hesitantly.
"They checked her out of St. Mungo's two days ago and took Miss Granger home. Upon arriving, the Granger family was confronted by seven Death Eaters who, it seemed, were looking for revenge." Dumbledore added with an air of sadness.
Hermione? Oh god no. No. Harry's blood ran cold. What have I done?
"The Grangers were all killed Mr. Potter… Harry. We suspect that all of those who accompanied you to the Ministry of Magic that night are in danger. We have taken steps to increase the security of their homes."
What have I done? Oh god, oh god, oh god!
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"Mr. Potter?" Minerva McGonagall asked. "Are you alright?"
Harry blinked. What had happened? Why was he laying on the floor of the Headmaster's office, and why was his head of house kneeling at his side? Then, as Professor McGonagall assisted him off the floor and into a chair, the memories came flooding back.
"There will be a service for Miss Granger in the Great Hall tomorrow Harry, unfortunately Mr. Weasley will not be able to attend due to his injuries, but the rest of your friends will be there. Professor McGonagall and I thought that you could use a warning of what was coming."
Harry nodded his mind a maelstrom of regret and self-recrimination. Hermione was gone because of him. Her parents were dead, because of him. Sirius had been imprisoned for a decade, and then been murdered, because of him. His friends were in danger because of him. He just wanted the earth to swallow him up.
"You will not be able to visit the burrow this summer Harry," Dumbledore said kindly. "The security concerns will not allow it, but I will be attempting to arrange some visitors for you this summer, perhaps even some additional training to aid you in the occluding of your mind."
Harry stood from his chair and without permission exited the Headmaster's office, ignoring McGonagall's protests that he should return.
He wandered the castle for hours, never paying any attention to where he was, nor where he was going. He roamed from the highest towers to the deepest dungeons, speaking to no one, ignoring anyone who spoke to him. Hermione's dead kept running through his mind. Sirius is dead. Cedric is dead. Hermione is dead. It's all my fault. My fault. My fault.
Harry's anguish built during his wanderings. A deep self-loathing came close to consuming him until he found himself saved by a most unlikely source.
"My Father's in prison Scarhead. You're going to pay!"
The familiar voice pierced his self-absorption. Harry looked up to find Draco Malfoy holding his wand while Pansy Parkinson stood behind the scion of the Malfoy line with a smirk upon her lips.
"Oh yes Malfoy," Harry spat, "it's my fault that your father is a pathetic ass who was beaten by six school kids even though he had eleven of his fellow Death Eaters at his back. All my fault."
"You're going to get what's coming to you Potter!" Malfoy spat, his wand coming up to position to cast.
"Yeah Draco?" Harry tore open his shirt to expose his bare chest and approached the blond prefect until the tip of Draco's wand pressed into his breastbone. "Have you got the stones to do it Draco? Do you? Go on, kill me."
"Draco, it's a trick." Pansy hissed. "Don't do it."
"Yeah Draco, it's a trick. It is good to know which of you has the brains in this relationship. Come on Draco, kill me. You can do it, just two little words. Your Dark Lord will probably reward you by allowing you to lick his ass clean the next time he shits." Harry took another step closer to the blond causing the wand to bow. "Do it. KILL ME." He screamed.
"You're insane." Draco whispered as he stepped back, before he took Pansy's hand in his and the pair fled from the Gryffindor.
Harry watched them leave before sinking to his knees and allowing the tears to come.
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Harry sat alone in the last compartment of the last car of the Hogwarts Express. No one else would chance being with him, while not everyone believed the stories that Draco Malfoy told of his insanity, but no one wanted to take the chance.
Neville's Gran had come to the school to pick him up, as Mr. Weasley retrieved Ginny and Mr. Lovegood had come for Luna, so he did not even have the support of others who were at the Ministry that horrible night.
Hour after hour he stared out the window at the scenery as it blurred past, seeing none of it. Harry did not move, did not make any sound, never as much as made a trip to the loo.
Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot both sought out Harry during the trip, but upon finding him, and witnessing his condition through the window of the compartment, they could not bring themselves to interrupt his solitude. Susan and Hannah had clung to each other and cried the night that Hermione Granger's death had been announced. Susan had immediately owled her aunt Amelia to find out exactly what had happened the night that the five Gryffindors and Luna Lovegood had invaded the Ministry of Magic, and what Amelia knew of the attack on the Grangers
Amelia had confirmed everything that the Headmaster had told them about the Grangers, and confirmed more than a few of the rumors that swirled around the adventures of the Ministry Six as they had come to be called in the Hufflepuff common room.
Susan was a young woman with a deep need to mother, and she found herself yearning to take Harry into her arms and hold him until his pain passed. Hannah believed it best to leave him alone in his pain, reasoning that they could always go to him later. The pair rejoined their friends two compartment forward of Harry's, always keeping an eye on the passage to make sure that Malfoy didn't make one of his appearances.
They need not have bothered. Draco's confrontation with Harry in the halls had frightened the Slytherin to his very core.
In the end, Harry had no visitors during the ride from Hogsmeade to Platform 9 ¾. As soon as the Express came to a stop, the raven-haired boy sullenly pulled his trunk from its storage location and made his way off the platform through the barrier into Kings Cross station.
Vernon Dursley's face took on an expression of distaste at the sight of his nephew. "Come along boy," he spat. "I've been waiting long enough."
A silent Harry followed his uncle to the car park wondering if it would not be better just to stay among the Muggles.
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"You ok KP?" the blond man whispered.
"Yeah Ron, just a weird sensation there." The Redhead started moving down the rope again shaking her head. Weird, she thought. Sorta like déjà vu, but… different.
"So, this is Draken's latest lair." Ron Stoppable said quietly looking down into the cavernous headquarters. "Better than that Time Share Lair from last time."
"Yeah," Kim Possible said in agreement. "Seeing the baddies cut corners like that is a real downer. A budget death trap is just depressing." The cheerleader turned adventurer landed silently and began a careful search of the lair.
"AH! KP!" Ron screamed as he lost his grip on the line he was descending, ending up being saved from hitting the floor headfirst by the rope wrapping itself around his leg, leaving him upside down, inexplicably without his trousers.
"Hello Kim Possible," an amplified voice echoed throughout the room.
Kim paused in her efforts toward freeing her partner. "Draken," She greeted the blue-skinned man on the hovering platform.
"That's Dr. Draken, Miss Possible. There is no reason for you to be rude. Shego, remind Miss Possible of her manners."
"My pleasure Doc."
Kim still had not spotted Shego in the echoing chamber, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a green flare of energy, reacting on instinct she pivoted in place to face the attacking Shego, preparing to dodge the blast of green plasma the former hero of Go City had sent her way.
There is was, a pulsing mass of green energy rushing at her. Avoiding it was easy; she had done it dozens of times before, but this time… The sight of the green plasma brought about a spasm of utter terror.
That green was death, death that was coming at her. Panic gripped her; try as she might, she could not move, and she could not make a sound as the green pulse hit her.
-===oooOOOooo===-
The concussive force threw Kim into a bank of computer equipment, knocking the breath from her lungs. Shaking her head to clear it, she felt her fear evaporate, and she leaped toward the oncoming Shego. The pair had sparred dozens of times before, as always, Shego's advantage lay in her power, while Kim's lay in her speed and agility.
As a result, they were evenly matched. Neither could put the other down, though both tried.
Ron Stoppable finally freed himself from the climbing rope and having gotten his footing he had managed to find and was once again wearing his trousers. His concern for his best friend had overridden his usual anxiety about the danger of a mission with Kim. Something was wrong. The way Kim had just stood there and allowed Shego's plasma burst to hit her like that.
"Aren't they something to watch Sidekick?"
Ron jumped at the sound of the deranged blue-skinned man's voice. How had Drakken gotten so close? "My name is Ron Stoppable. You've captured me more than a dozen times."
"Really?" the former Drew Lipski asked, his monobrow bunching in the middle as he concentrated. "Can't say I remember you."
"Watta cherk!" Rufus the naked mole rat said from his place in Ron's pocket.
"I'll say," Ron agreed. "At least I'm not a college drop out."
"Watch it Sidekick, They didn't kick me out, I quit." Drakken said shoving the high school boy.
"Oh, that's so much better," Ron responded, shoving back. "I bet not having to go to class freed up a whole lot more time to build robot women to date."
That was when the slap fight started.
The sounds of the sadly pathetic confrontation distracted the two women from their own battle. Kim paused in mid parry of Shego's fusion pulse when she spotted what was passing for a fight on the level above.
"Oh lord," Shego said shaking her head as her plasma flares died. "Again?"
"Looks like it," Kim agreed.
"You get yours," Shego sighed. "I'll get mine."
-===oooOOOooo===-
Harry had been 'home' for two weeks when late one Tuesday evening, banished to his room after he had finished cleaning the kitchen following dinner, he heard what was possibly the oddest sound he had ever heard in his young life.
"Oh, Harry?" came Vernon's voice from down stairs. "Could you come down here for a moment?"
Harry first thought was that of amazement. He had not been sure that Vernon even knew his name. Harry's second thought was shock. Vernon asked him to do something? Surely that was that one of the signs of the apocalypse?
"Coming Uncle Vernon." He answered as he exited his room and started down the stairs wondering what was going on. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, he saw that Vernon and Dudley were both at the front door, looking out. "Yes Uncle?"
"Harry my boy," the man said cheerfully, "You've a visitor."
Vernon and Dudley stepped away from the door to reveal a smiling Fleur Delacour.
"Fleur?"
"'Allo 'erri." The young woman smiled and stepped between Vernon and Dudley. "I was just explaining to your uncle and cousin that Professor Dumbledore asked me to tutor you this summer."
"Tutor me?"
"Oh, yes. I will be coming by two, perhaps three times a week."
"That will be great!" Dudley chirped from behind Fleur. "I could help him study!"
"Oh, how sweet of you to offer," Fleur said, reaching out to cup several of Dudley's chins, "unfortunately, it cannot be. What I have to teach 'erri would be of no use to one as strong as you."
Dudley immediately began nodding in agreement with the beautiful woman.
"Now, come walk with me 'erri, so that we might discuss your tuition, and so that we will not bother your family."
-===oooOOOooo===-
Fleur guided Harry from #4's entryway after offering a dazzling smile to the two male Dursleys that seemingly caused them to lose all muscle control.
"So," Harry said after a few moments of silence passed between them, "what is all this about?"
A thin smile crossed the beautiful woman's lips. "I am to teach you to protect your mind," she said simply.
"Waste of time, for both you and me," Harry said hanging his head. "Just ask Snape. If I had learned what I needed to know so many people would still be alive."
"Severus Snape is a vile child pretending to be a man," Fleur sniffed. "He tried to use his horrid technique on me, and I taught him the error of his ways."
Despite his ongoing misery, Harry showed the ghost of a grin at the thought of Fleur abusing Snape. "Ok, I guess having a bad teacher might be as reasonable a reason for my not learning occlumancy," he admitted. "So, why have you been tasked to teach me?"
"I joined the Order of the Phoenix, not long after I came to Britain to work for the Goblins," Fleur explained. At a meeting last week, Dumbledore was trying to convince Snape to continue with his lessons, which the horrid man resisted."
Fluer takes over Harry's occlumancy lessons.
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Insert scenes dealing with Kim mind controlled
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Insert scenes dealing with Harry returning to Hogwarts for 6th year
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Insert scenes dealing with Kim being freed from mind control and remembering who she is.
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Insert scenes dealing with Harry and Fleur
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Insert scenes dealing with a very angry Kim and her preparation to rescue Harry
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Insert scenes dealing with Harry's return to #4 Privet drive for summer before 7th year
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So much about this gig did not make a lick of sense, but as Shego had determined a long time ago, as long as the check cleared, it did not really matter.
She had been minding her own business, a little down time in a very expensive Italian spa when just as her massage time with Ignacio (he of the tight butt and six pack abs) had been getting interesting, a voice she would have just as soon not heard that day broke the silence.
"Hello Shego. I need a few days of your time."
"Go away Kimmie," the raven-haired mercenary said dismissively, never looking up from the massage table. "Ignacio and I are have a little big people time just now. Come back in about six years."
Ignacio laughed and Shego smiled into the headrest of the massage table as Ignacio resumed his manipulation of the muscles of her back. Oh, young Ms. Possible was good, but Shego knew she was better. It was entirely possible that someday that equation would change and Kimmie would be the better of the two of them, assuming that someone had not paid Shego to kill the princess first, but here and now…
There was a sudden grunt of masculine pain, and Ignacio was flying across the room. Shego blinked in disbelief. Kim Possible was attacking? Kim defended, she did not attack, the girl never attacked. What was going on? What had changed?
Shego was off the massage table in a blink, ignoring her nakedness. She ignited her plasma flares and moved to return the favor to the cheerleader, only to have the girl weave through her defenses as if Shego were a sparing dummy, and drive an elbow into the nerve cluster at the base of her left clavicle.
Shego screamed in fury as she lost all sensation in her left arm and the appendage hung limp at her side, conflicting with her balance.
"You're going to pay for that Kimmie!"
"Oh please Shego." Kim Possible said as she connected with a punch to the older woman's midsection. "When have you ever made me pay for anything? Oh, you've knocked me down on occasion, but you've never beaten me."
Shego lunged at the younger girl, and was surprised to have Kim produce what appeared to be a polished stick, not quite a foot long and murmur something that sounded like 'petrified' when Shego's legs snapped together as if they were tied, and her arms slapped to her sides as if she were attempting to stand at attention. Suddenly unable to maintain her balance the woman with the slight green tinge to her skin fell face forward to the ground.
Trying to struggle, but finding herself unable to do anything more than move her eyes, Shego felt the gloved hands of her opponent take hold of her shoulder and roll her over so that the mercenary was on her back facing up.
"So, do I have your attention now Shego?" With modest effort, the redhead produced what appeared to be a golden brick from a rucksack lying on the floor. "Gold," she said unnecessarily. "400 troy ounces. At 402 dollars per ounce, that's more than 160 thousand dollars. Yours for four or five days of your time."
Shego watched as the Princess did something with her polished stick again. She was still restrained, but now she could move her head. "You're kidding me? You're trying to hire me? What have you done to me? Where did you get that kind of gold?"
"Incompetent thieves. It's no big. People are always offering me rewards, and this one time I accepted when the mine owner offered." The redhead's green eyes were blazing. "How about it Shego? Do I hire you, or turn you over to the police for any of the dozens of warrants out for your arrest?"
"Where are we going?" Shego asked, wondering just what had happened to bring about such anger in little Kimmie Possible.
"England. There is someone I need kidnapped. And there are people I'm going to kill."
The stick was waved again, and Shego found herself free. Draken was never going to believe this one.
-===oooOOOooo===-
"I don't see anything Princess. Are you sure you're not imagining things?"
"Honestly!" The younger woman hissed. "Shut up and use your eyes. Near the hedge, about two feet back from the pavement."
The older of the pair paused for a moment, somewhat taken aback by the sheer hatred in the girl's voice. That was very odd. Not knowing what to make of the girl's anger, Shego focused her attention on the spot indicated.
The light rain made the discovery possible. A spatter pattern appeared in mid air, as if the rain was falling on something that was not there. By watching the spatter for several seconds, the raven-haired woman was able to discern a human shape.
"Damn, Princess, that's impressive tech. I've never seen stealth that good." She shook her head. "Too bad the operator is an idiot."
"Not as impressive as you might think," the girl beside her sniffed. "Try your infrared."
From pouches on their belts, both women fished out their respective night vision gear, and put them on. The three individuals surrounding the house sprang into instant relief.
"Well, that's stupid. Why would anyone build the world's best visual stealth tech and leave it open to infrared?"
"The people who made the cloaks never heard of infrared" The younger said, increasing the magnification on her night vision equipment. Let us see now, she thought. Tonks… Fletcher… and… Her breath caught in her throat. Once again, she increased the magnification to be sure. Yes.
"Change of plans Shego. You enter the house. The target is on the second floor, in the smallest bedroom."
"The one with the bare bulb."
"Yes. There are two, possibly three other people in the house, a fat man and thin woman, and possibly a morbidly obese boy about the same age as the target. If they impede you in any way, hurt them."
"Hurt them?" The woman in black and green blinked. "Kimmie, what's going on with you? Why the change in plans?"
"Nothing's going on with me Shego. I brought you along because you are the best. The change is because there is someone outside the house I want to speak with. Bear in mind that these people outside the house are dangerous, if they start throwing around colored lights, don't let them touch you."
"Your concerns are touching Kimmie, but I'm a big girl."
"If the big girl wants to get paid, she won't let one of the lights touch her or the target when you extract him. Especially a green light, green like your power."
"All right boss." Shego said accepting the changes to the plan. "Ready when you are."
The short redhead nodded. "Go."
-===oooOOOooo===-
A/N: Yeah, a Kim Possible crossover. No, Hermione isn't Kim. Kim is Hermione.
Dumbledore needed a calming influence on Harry, one he could control, so he went looking. The Weasleys, despite being Dumbledore fans didn't fit. They would always do the right thing, not what was needed for 'the greater good'. Albus found a young Muggleborn who hadn't noticed her powers in the US, one Kimberly Anne Possible, and basically snatched her up, leaving behind a golem of his own design. One that took young Miss Possible's website promise of 'Can do anything' quite literally. This is born the hero we know from the TV show.
'Hermione' utterly fails in her task to calm Harry down, so after the Ministry debacle, Dumbledore decides to pull the plug on the project, removes Hermione's glamors, uploads the golem's memories into her head and puts her back into her original life.
Between Ron and her adventures, Kim keeps getting weird flashbacks that she can't really understand.
Harry gets a new 'calming' influence in the person of Fleur... Well, maybe not calming exactly, but definitely distracting.
Then Kim gets mind controlled by Dr. Dementor (ha!) it takes Ron and Wade a few months to free her and when they do, they wake up Hermione's memories as well.
A extremely angry Hermione.
I've been playing with this off and on for at least 5 years and it's going no where for me, so free to a good home, if anyone wants it.