"Hello Harry, hello Hermione. Don't be scared, come in." the whispering voice suggested.
"Well, I'm a little bit sceptical, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I'm Gryffindor and this time you can't blame me Hermione. It was your idea. So let' s go in there." Harry opened the second heir's room. Inside were 2 armchairs around a wooden table. As they entered the room, they felt like going through a silken veil.
"Take a seat, you are safe here, outside Dumbledore's manipulation. I will join you in a short while, but I guess Hermione wants to talk to you first. I will know when I'm needed."
"Who are you? What do you mean by safe here? What about Dumbledore reach?" Harry shouted.
"All will be clear soon, but as for my name, I haven't one. I'm not human, or at least I guess so. I'm no ghost either. Well let me thing over it, I will be with you soon."
Harry looked at Hermione who looked back at him, both sharing such a dumb look, only Ron could rival. "Ok, thank you… for this answer. Do you have any idea what the voice was suggesting?"
"Well Harry, I have so much to say, but I don't know where to start."
"I would maybe start at the beginning. Is it about Ron, what has he done to you this time?"
"No, no nothing like that, but he has something to do about it. Maybe I start with a simple question. Why are you friend with Ron. I understand, that he spoken to you first in the train, but how may times did he drop you? Why are you still friends?" Hermione needed to stop herself to let Harry think about it.
"Hmm, I don't really know. I guess it's his character, so I hope he will come to me and apologize pretty soon. You know him. He was like this so may times, but if it counts, he will be there. Why do you ask? Are you jealous?" Harry answered Hermione's questions. "I simply can't betray him."
"Thank you that is exactly my point. Do you thrust me? I know a spell, I could cast it, but I couldn't test it. What I have read, it probably will knock you out, but aftermaths you hopefully understand me better, than I could explain."
"We both were unconscious more times than it should be healthy, but yeah cast it. And thank you."
"Why did you thank me?" "Normally I weren't asked and would wake up in a bed, without even knowing what hit me." Hermione smiled at him "Your welcome." As Hermione was about to start the incantation, both felt the power flowing in the air. "Tape in my power, so you don't exhaust yourself with your spell." The whispering voice suggested, as it returned. "And don't be afraid I will watch you." Hermione feeling stronger than before, started chanting. As the magic build up Harry felt like something was purging his very soul. As he suddenly felt more tired then ever before and within a second, his mind thrifted into a deep sleep. As the spell took effect, the magic changed it's flow targeting Hermione, who was shocked by it, or would be if she wasn't driving into a magical sleep herself.
Unknown location, a minute after the spell was cast
Harry awoke in a room. This room was painted in white only white. Inside it was Harry and many orbs. These orbs where found in every size, shape and colour, but many dark ones dominated the pile. Nothing to do, Harry started investigating into them. First just looking at them and then he touched a little dark one. As soon as he was in contact with it, he started reliving a beating from Vernom, that later resulted in a few scares he was still having today.
He let go of the orb and was thinking 'These must be my memories, well I can't do anything with them if they are stacked like this. Would they at lest be sorted…' At this moment, a shell started existing and all of the orbs sorted them self chronologically. 'Well that was easy. Wait there are still a few bound on the ground. I wonder which memories these are.' As he touched the first on, he started revisiting the events involving a troll in a bathroom follow by an interesting conversation with the headmaster ending in an obliteration spell. After restoring the memory, the binds removed themselves the orb floated in the shell. 'Interesting, was that Hermione was trying to say. Well let's see what else was removed.' After visiting a petrified Hermione and their declaration of their love, he was left with only minor bubbles, that where still bound. The first was about a day shortly before the begin of his first year. He was still in his 'bedroom' under the stairs, as an old wizard known as Dumbledore was standing in his door. "Harry my boy, drink this." And Harry was forced to drink the potion. "Well not that you will remember, but this was a loyalty potion, keyed to certain Wheaslys and myself. It won't be as effective as if drunken willingly, but when constantly fed, it should work. 'Obliterate'!"
Another one was at the day he accidently appariered to the top of his school. He was sitting inside his bedroom, waiting for the obligatory beating from Vernom for his 'freakness'. As he was waiting, he tried to remember the feeling he felt hours before. Thinking of himself pressed in a tube, he was standing outside in the garden. As soon as he landed, a crack was heard a Dumbledore was standing next to Harry. "Impressive, seems like I forgot to bind your core enough. You really try doing magic, don't you?" Not awaiting an answer, Harry was hit by a well known spell, awaking back inside his room and hearing a knocking Vernom. Followed by a beating resulting in several broken bones and scares.
There rest of the orbs followed the same pattern. Accidental magic, Dumbledore, obliteration, binding his magical core, followed by his uncle beating him. One time he showed that he could change the colour of his hair, fingernails and skin. Another for summoning food at the point of starvation, at lest this time he could keep the food.
These memories reached until an event when he stunned his cousin. He was about 4. That time Dumbledore wasn't only changing memories. But enchanting several items in there household. The following day, after that day, the hole Dursleys started being aggressive against him. He wasn't threaded like a son before, but at least respected and seen as a human. After that, most house elf would be threaded better than him. 'Well someone has at least humour. Using magic to start hating magic. I must check this summer, if removing the items, removes the aggression of my relatives.'
'That was the last orb. This place must calm yourself or I'm in such a shock that nothing could shock me.' At this moment, one wall collapsed. 'See, no reaction. Oh Hermione is standing there.'