Author's Note: I admit that as I'm posting all these together I do not know what everyone's reactions to the prologue are as yet. I still hope you all enjoyed it!
Hermione's night didn't go well. Madam Pomfrey returned a few minutes later to regretfully inform Hermione that her parents wouldn't be able to come to Hogwarts in the near future without an exemption from the Ministry, and the bureaucracy was an unfortunately slow process in this case.
A dark corner of Harry's mind suspected that it was the Purebloods on the Wizengamot who had made the process for muggleborns to see their families as complicated as possible. People like Lucius Malfoy delighting in hurting people in lots of little ways whenever possible.
The only vaguely positive news Madam Pomfrey had for the girl was this. The following evening had been set aside so that her parents might meet with her and a representative from Saint Mungo's in Hogsmeade which did not require the same due process for a visit.
It was many hours off, in which time Hermione could certainly have used what comfort her parents could offer, but it was something at least.
Following that visit Madam Pomfrey had lowered the privacy curtain around them and left. Ron woke a few minutes later, with it had to be said, a somewhat theatrical moan.
As Harry and Hermione were want to do in such situations, they immediately filled him in on the details of the night before as per his request.
He'd paled shockingly upon hearing of the new situation Hermione found herself in, and despite some words about sticking by her as they were friends, he became distant and quiet. Leaving the Hospital wing ahead of the other pair when Madam Pomfrey offered him the chance later that morning as the sun began to rise.
His strange and uncomfortable behaviour unfortunately did not go unnoticed by Hermione who once again fell into a melancholy, prone to bouts of crying with which Harry would find himself needing to comfort her.
Finally Madam Pomfrey took mercy on the pair, apparently deciding getting out and finding some fresh air might do the poor girl a world of good. Harry was grateful to the healer for her kindness and, somewhat uncharacteristically given his antipathy towards this particular corner of Hogwarts, thanked her for her time and effort.
When Harry and Hermione finally left the Hospital wing around noon that day, it was to find the castle virtually deserted. The sweltering heat and the end of exams the previous day meant that everyone in the castle was inclined to take full advantage of the chance at another visit to Hogsmeade.
Not that either Harry or Hermione felt like going, though they heard soon enough that Ron had ventured out to do just that, so instead the pair took to wandering the grounds hand in hand. Hermione, on some basic level it was doubtful even she fully understood, needing contact with her one anchor in all of this.
Neither talked much, what more was there to say after all? Both of them had been there, it had been frightening, they both nearly died and Hermione had been infected with a life altering illness. Words just didn't cover something like that. They did wonder briefly how Sirius and Buckbeak were managing.
In the end, the pair of them settled near the edge of the lake, watching the giant squid lazily luxuriate in the heat of sun as it coasted about on the water. It had been just across the water on the opposite bank, that was where the patronus had come from last night…He hadn't realized at the time it was him who had sent the thing. The wonders of time travel…
It was as Harry sat there next to his nearly silent best friend, his arm comfortingly around her shoulder, that a shadow fell across them, causing them to look around in concern only to find a very bleary-eyed Hagrid standing there, wiping tiredly at his face with a handkerchief in order to dab away some of the sweat the day had created for him.
Hagrid was quite happily oblivious to their moods and continued on irregardless of the weariness in the two teens before him. "Hello you two, enjoyin' the weather are yeh? Where's Ron then, go into Hogsmeade did he?"
They nodded agreement, "Yes, headed into town with Dean and Seamus is what we heard." Harry agreed.
"Ah, didn't wait up for yeh did he? Shame tha', but it happens. I know how you lot get excited about such things…" He mumbled happily. "Yeh know? I know I shouldn' feel so happy righ' now, after wha' happened las' night," he said, failing to notice the slight flinch from Hermione at the reference to the previous evening. "I mean, Black escapin' agin, an' everythin' — but guess what?" he asked.
Harry and Hermione did their best to appear curious for the happy half-giant. "What Hagrid?"
"Beaky of course! He escaped! Free! Bin celebratin' all night!"
Harry and Hermione could at least smile a little at that, as badly as the night before had gone otherwise, at least they managed one or two resounding successes. Buckbeak was free, and Sirius, while still on the run, was alive and not in custody.
"That's wonderful Hagrid!" Hermione said smiling genuinely for the first time in hours.
Hagrid nodded happily. "Yeah … guess I can't've tied him up properly," He muttered absently gazing across the grounds, clearly pleased as punch. "Was more worried this mornin', mind …" He admitted his countenance darkening somewhat. "Thought he mighta met Professor Lupin in the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night …'
Hermione had flinched fairly spectacularly at the reference to Lupin, and Harry's brow furrowed wondering how Hagrid knew about the Professor's condition. "What?" Harry asked.
Hagrid looked surprised. "Blimey, yeh haven't heard then?" He grimaced a bit, his smile fading away now. "Snape—er, told all the Slytherins this mornin' about him…not surprising I suppose, Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. He was loose on the grounds las' night. Bad business tha', hear tell tha' a student was infected. Poor soul …" He huffed a sigh. "Lupin's packin' his bags now o' course."
Harry and Hermione shared a look. The silent query behind it obvious. "Can you go see him for us Hagrid?" Hermione asked eventually, in a quiet voice. "Tell him we're sorry for what happened with him, and that we're not angry at him?"
Hagrid missed the subtext of that message, and nodded sadly. "Sure can, don't suppose he's feelin' like bein' near students right now truth be told. Can' imagine wha' all this is doin' to him." Hagrid said shaking his head before turning away. "I'll go do tha' right now actually, best to catch him before he goes eh?"
They nodded agreement and watched the friendly man leave. Harry gave Hermione a gentle squeeze, smiling wanly at his friend. "That was good thing you did Hermione, I know you probably can't bring yourself to be near him right now, but letting him know it's alright will help."
"He wasn't in control Harry, he wasn't himself…it wouldn't be right to hurt him for it." She murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Maybe so, but many in your position would have done it anyways." Harry pointed out. "It just proves you're a good person Hermione. I'm glad to have you as my friend."
Harry had to admit it was odd, the way some things could so thoroughly force other matters from one's mind. Before learning about Hermione's condition, and seeing what it was doing to her, he had been a cauldron of confusion and self doubt if he were being honest with himself.
His thoughts had been dominated by his memories of what had occurred with Pettigrew, Trelawney's predictions of that night, and how his own actions may very well have ensured the man's escape and possible fulfillment of the prophecy.
When not hung up on that, he'd been pondering his patronus, and the disappointment he'd felt finding out it wasn't his father who had saved him…
Now however his mind was justifiably focused on other more pressing matters and he decided that in regards to those other things which had so plagued his thoughts before, what's done was done, and couldn't be undone. He'd just have to wait and see what happened. He had more important things to worry about, he reflected as he held Hermione's hand as they entered the Great Hall for supper.
Hagrid had caught up to them again a while ago, delivering a small letter from Professor Lupin. It was short, and to the point, but seemed sincere. He was more sorry than he could ever convey, and then thanked Hermione for her kindness before bidding them farewell.
Sadly they found themselves sitting alone for supper, Ron, apparently still in Hogsmeade, with the majority of the students. Harry worried about just what had prompted their friend to spend the whole day away from them. Was it merely Ron's usual absent minded obliviousness or was this his way of beginning to distance himself?
Unfortunately some others had indeed returned early for dinner at Hogwarts, this included a certain Slytherin who had prowled over to them as they made their way towards the doors to leave.
"Hey Potter," He sneered drawing nearer the now exasperated pair. "You must be so upset about the beast leaving then eh? You were chummy with him, weren't you? Shame he didn't bite you, or better yet, too bad it wasn't the mudblo—"
That was as far as he'd gotten before the tension in Harry finally snapped, he stepped away from Hermione and slammed his fist as hard as he could into the blond's face with a crunch. Which of course prompted Malfoy to hit the ground screaming drawing the attention of any and all nearby.
Equally unfortunately, and perhaps in keeping with their luck of late, Snape was nearby. "Potter, just what do you think you are doing?" Snape bit out sweeping over.
Harry's distaste for the man was at an all time high just then, "Dealing out a bit of justice sir!" He replied mock cheerfully. "After all I don't see you carrying it out."
Snape glowered darkly. "That'll be ten points for your cheek Potter, and I think a detention is in order—"
He was cut off by a rather calm voice which approached from behind Harry and Hermione. "I hardly think that will be necessary Severus." Dumbledore said calmly pacing up.
Snape looked livid, "Headmaster, I don't care how fond you are of the boy, Potter just struck another student…look at Mr Malfoy, he'll be needing to see Madam Pomfrey right away!" He snapped, indicating the boy who was weeping a little and grasping his bleeding nose, his eyes already bruising.
Dumbledore nodded seriously. "Indeed, however I must ask Severus, did you attempt to determine just what it was that caused such a fray? Perhaps yet more incautious words from your godson?"
Something in Dumbledore's tone made Snape stop, his dark eyes darting back and forth across the older man's face. "Well, he'd be hard pressed to tell us now, mess that he is." He tried.
Dumbledore merely twinkled benignly at the Potions Master, who stared back at him uncertainly. "Of course, but you do in fact have other witnesses here. Including myself might I add. In fact, I'd be very happy to inform all those present that despite my advancing age, my hearing is in fact quite excellent. The consequences of healthy living I suppose…"
Harry felt a touch of hope as Malfoy paled, the message clear. Snape remained silent, but seemed more resigned than anything now. "Shall I tell you what I overheard the member of your house say Severus? It was indeed quite foul to cause such affront."
Snape sighed, and pinched his nose, "Yes, perhaps you should Headmaster." He agreed dutifully, if a touch exasperated as well.
"Very well, I observed as I made my way up from the staff table towards the entrance of the Great Hall, that Mr Malfoy of his own volition approached Mr Potter. He then proceeded to taunt young Harry with the regrettable unemployment of a close personal friend."
Dumbledore's voice remained stoic, but some of the friendly twinkle had gone out of his eyes as he stared at Snape, whose mouth thinned, undoubtedly receiving the unspoken rebuke.
"He then proceeded to lament that Harry had not been attacked," Dumbledore explained seriously, giving Malfoy a reproachful look. "Now, had that been all it would be quite bad enough…wouldn't you agree Severus? After all you are quite acquainted with what an encounter with a werewolf at their worst can be like, yes?"
Harry blinked in surprise, grasping Hermione's hand absently as Snape blanched, paling slightly before offering a sharp nod and directing a surprisingly dark glance at Malfoy.
"Sadly he did not stop there, and he proceeded to use quite a profane term to refer to miss Granger's blood status, before going on to suggest that it was a greater shame she had not been subjected to just such a fate…We all know the power of such words don't we Severus? Harry then lashed out as you saw and here we are…"
Snape's sallow face was white now, and an odd tick had started in his jaw. He stared at the Headmaster silently before nodding. "I am prepared to accept the Headmaster's testimony in this. I take it that it concurs with your view of events Mr Potter, Miss Granger?" They nodded weakly, uncertain of this strange conversation's unexpected results.
"Very well then…" He paused considering. "I will still be taking those ten points from you Mr Potter for your attitude, however—" He turned his eyes on Malfoy who looked shocked at the turn matters had taken.
"Mr Malfoy, use of a slur against a fellow student is against school rules and as such you will be docked ten points for its use. In addition for insinuating such a thing as a desire that another student should be afflicted with a terrible ailment…I will have you in detention with Mister Filch twice." Snape turned to Headmaster ignoring Malfoy's outraged expression. "Will that be satisfactory Headmaster? Shall I leave the question of striking another student to you?"
Dumbledore nodded, once again looking his usual amiable self. "I should think so for the time being. However perhaps it is time you have a discussion with your house? Perhaps about just what constitutes acceptable conduct from an honourable house which prides itself on its discretion and intelligent use of words?"
Snape considered that, then nodded. "Indeed, perhaps it is." He turned to eye Malfoy who was looking mutinous on the floor. "Up you get Mister Malfoy, we shall be having a talk on the way to the Infirmary I believe. Or rather I shall be talking and you shall be listening."
The dour professor then led the unhappy youth from the hall, as Harry and Hermione watched on in surprise. Finally Harry turned to consider the Headmaster and bobbed his head in gratitude. "Thank you sir…"
Dumbledore's mouth twitched somewhat beneath his beard in amusement. "I recall quite well how it felt to be young and full of fire Harry. However I would caution you to endeavour for control of your temper in future Harry…However justified, such actions always have deep consequences." He warned.
Harry had trouble imaging Dumbledore, as young and fiery, but nodded acceptance of the advice. It had indeed been poor timing, as foul as Malfoy's words had been He'd very nearly found himself and possibly Hermione punished, for his fit of temper. "Yes sir."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he smiled more genuinely. "Good. Now, I would remind you that you are due for a meeting in Hogsmeade, in this case it is in a room I myself reserved at the Three Broomsticks under the name Granger."
They nodded understanding and he continued. "I will be along shortly enough with your parents Miss Granger." He assured her as Harry gave his friend a comforting one armed hug about the shoulders.
"Thank you professor," She murmured accepting the hug.
Dumbledore smiled. "Think nothing of it…" He said pleasantly, pausing briefly considering the two teens, his eyes noting the arm around the young woman's shoulder with a small smile. "I shall be seeing you two soon then. Enjoy yourselves in the meantime."
"Yes sir," the two chorused before heading for the entrance hall to be on their way, unaware of two happy blue eyes which sparkled as they followed them from the room.
Dumbledore smiled to himself as he watched them disappear from sight. "Yes…yes, that might do nicely. Very good you two…"
Harry and Hermione arrived in Hogsmeade a while later, having quietly enjoyed the late afternoon ride into town in one of the coaches.
Hogsmeade itself was still bustling with students upon their arrival, and likely would continue to do so for about another hour and a half. They made their way up through the town, largely ignoring the hurrying throngs on their way to the Three Broomsticks pub, the primary pub and eatery on main street.
The pub looked, as ever, a cheerful combination of rustic and homey, warm light pouring out through the door beckoning to those who might wander by.
Hermione made her way over to the bar to speak to Madam Rosmerta upon entering, while Harry cast his eyes about curiously eventually spotting Ron in the corner with Dean and Seamus. Waving tentatively he waited in vain hoping Ron would acknowledge him.
Harry frowned to himself as he considered his friend across the room. It was of course possible Ron was focused on what he was talking about and hadn't seen him, but…
"Hey Harry, the room Dumbledore reserved is ready, it's just over here." Hermione said, catching his attention with a gentle hand on his arm. He gave a mild start at the touch but nodded jerkily as he gathered himself to follow her.
Madam Rosmerta settled them in one of the pub's private dining rooms and left, giving them a small smile on her way out. They descended into somewhat awkward silence as the two of them stood there uncertainly. Finally apparently Hermione saw no purpose in ignoring the issue any longer and sighed wistfully.
"Ron's avoiding me isn't he?" she asked her friend baldly.
Harry grimaced, uncertain what to say to his friend. "I honestly don't know…"
She looked a little lost as she glanced away hopelessly, "But you think he is don't you?"
Hesitating, Harry sighed, lying to her would only worsen the damage in the end he knew. In fact he could see there was no advantage in refraining from being totally honest. "I think he might be yes…" He agreed eventually.
He felt like a heel nonetheless however when she teared up. "Why?" She asked sounding desolate. "I thought he was my friend…"
As he found himself doing so often that day Harry moved closer and embraced her in a comforting hug. "I know, I thought so too…I'm sorry." He murmured as she shook her head against his shoulder.
"It's not your fault."
He shrugged slightly, "Maybe not, but I'm still sorry he's hurt you, again…" He thought back on some of the more notable times Ron had been a less than ideal friend to Hermione, or even himself. They were far too common if he was being honest with himself, and apologies were few and far between with the redhead…
A memory reared it's ugly head and Harry sighed. "I'm also sorry for the times I hurt you too… the thing with the broom — it was stupid. I shouldn't have done that."
She nodded sighing into his shoulder, "Thank you…"
They were silent for a time before she spoke again. "I admit looking back I shouldn't have gone behind your back about it. If I had only explained why I was worried, what I thought we should do…"
"It's okay, you meant it for the best." He said, forgiving her.
"No, I need to work on that—I'm bossy, and I think I know what's right all the time. It wouldn't kill me to actually talk things over once in a while first." She fretted.
Harry didn't comment on that, merely continuing to hold her. Hermione sensed he was not making an issue of things, neither agreeing or disagreeing, and nodded her appreciation for not making a fuss. "What are we going to do Harry?" She eventually whispered in a small voice.
"About Ron?" He asked, "Or about everything else?"
She paused considering that, she'd meant the latter, but the former was a part of it. "Both?" She ventured eventually.
Harry considered that, "As to Ron, he'll either come around or he won't. If you want to forgive him, that's up to you…" He explained patiently. Harry knew that unless he'd truly misunderstood Ron's actions, he would find it very hard to forgive the redhead. Sometimes it was easier to forgive the wrongs directed against oneself, than against one's friends.
"As to the rest," He said, then sighed. "I don't know, we'll figure something out, we always do." He promised her. He had very little idea what he could do in all this, but…He'd do what he could.
She nodded against his shoulder, and there was a moment of silence before a polite cough intruded.
They turned, slowly parting, to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway with Hermione's parents. Harry winced slightly, uncertain what to make of the uncertain expressions they regarded him with. He knew parents generally didn't like the boys who were close to their teenage daughters…
Thankfully, Hermione saved him from too much scrutiny as she rushed forward to tearfully embrace her parents.
Dumbledore for his part stepped more fully into the room leading a witch Harry didn't recognize. Harry looked cautiously at the Headmaster uncertain what his reaction to two students hugging just might be. He needn't have worried, Dumbledore merely stood calmly, twinkling at him while smiling, before turning and offering a slight gesture to something outside the door, murmuring something Harry couldn't hear.
The next moment Harry was smiling as a familiar black dog trotted into the room, before the two of them made their way over to Harry after closing the door. "I thought perhaps, a little company might be nice for everyone. It's been said many a time I believe, that dogs can do wonders for people's temperaments…" The Headmaster noted airily.
Harry continued to smile and noticed Hermione at least had a small one of her own as she regarded the black dog. "Thank you sir," He murmured.
'Snuffles' chuffed happily, bumping Harry's hip before settling down on his haunches beside him.
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction before turning to consider the room about him and drawing his wand. "I do apologize, but you see I've learned from…experience you could say, over the years that one must always take precautions should they wish a meeting to be truly private." he noted a touch ruefully, flicking his wand this way and that at the walls, floor and roof.
Finally he finished whatever he was about, before looking to those gathered. "Perhaps introductions are in order then?" He suggested, when everyone nodded he smiled and gestured to the witch who had as yet remained silent.
An attractive enough woman, Harry supposed, even if she did seem to be wearing lime green robes which just screamed 'healer' to him. Dumbledore confirmed his guess a moment later. "This is Senior Healer Karen McKinnon of Saint Mungo's." He introduced pleasantly. "She is their resident expert on Lycanthropy."
The woman murmured a hello and Dumbledore indicated Hermione's parents. "And these two fine people are…" He trailed off, so that they might give their names.
"Daniel, but you can all call me Dan." Hermione's father, a tall, serious looking man with grey flecked hair murmured.
"Emma." Her mother said shortly.
Dumbledore nodded. "Healer McKinnon, these are two of my current students. The first of course is your patient, one of the finest students I've ever had the privilege of teaching. Miss Hermione Granger." He said fondly, prompting Hermione to blush at the praise.
"And I don't suppose you need an introduction to the other person in the room?" He asked, indicating Harry.
The Healer spared Harry only a cursory glance before returning her attention to Hermione. "No, though I didn't realize Mr Potter was friends with the afflicted." She said looking the girl in front of her over clinically.
Dumbledore nodded. "Indeed they are. In fact he's been very supportive of her in all of this. Which is why he is here…" He clapped his hands as he trailed off thoughtfully. "Excellent, and just so everyone is aware, the dog I have brought in for therapeutic purposes is called Snuffles."
'Snuffles' chuffed again in agreement, puffing up his chest proudly, before wandering over to Hermione and giving a soulful look with could have melted glacial ice. For anyone who wasn't aware of what had occurred the night before, they would almost certainly have assumed that the dog was merely looking for attention, or was hoping to comfort someone distraught. Harry however suspected, that Sirius, as that was indeed whom this dog was, was attempting to apologize for not managing to keep Lupin from harming her. The dog seemed to sag in relief as she smiled and gave him a rub on the head.
Dumbledore was once again smiling, beaming away at those gathered. "Now then, perhaps we can all settle in and get comfortable. If you'll allow me to change the furnishings somewhat?"
They nodded in acceptance, and Dumbledore soon had the room's furnishings transfigured into something more conducive to talking, rather than eating. The Grangers being sat down together on a couch, and the others in some of Dumbledore's trademark chintz armchairs.
"Now, everyone has been made aware of what has occurred I believe, but I'd just like to offer my apologies to the parents in that they were not allowed on school grounds thereby necessitating this compromise."
Emma and Dan were nodding somewhat stiffly, looking unhappy. "May we ask just how this has happened?" Hermione's father asked rather pointedly.
The Headmaster sighed wearily. "Of course. I'm afraid it is a rather unfortunate confluence of events which led us to this point. However I think the point to start in on explaining all this is last summer…"
The Granger parents seemed confused as to why they needed to go back so far but went along with it. "As you are possibly aware, being exposed to that wonderful media apparatus of the mundane world. A man known as Sirius Black is on the loose."
Harry noted Snuffles shifted uncomfortably as Dan nodded, "Yes we'd heard a bit about him from Hermione, he's a criminal from your side correct? After her friend here as I recall…" The aforementioned friend feeling somewhat ill thinking about his part in all of this.
Dumbledore nodded soberly. "Indeed, he escaped our prison - Azkaban - last summer, something which was said to be impossible…as Hermione may have mentioned, he and Harry here share a somewhat unfortunate history. Black is reputed to have betrayed Harry's family to their deaths." Those in the know pointedly ignored the grumbling sounds the dog made at this. "Naturally, I became concerned in regards to his escape, as did the Ministry."
Harry darkly reflected on the Ministry's ideas of precautionary measures. Having him roomed up in a very public pub in the magical community's main shopping district all summer long. Posting soul sucking monsters at the school…
Dumbledore must have been thinking along similar lines as he was explaining the drastic measures the Ministry had taken to capture Sirius.
"Dementors can only be repelled in a specific fashion," Dumbledore admitted. "I therefore found it prudent to hire, as a staff member, a man who possessed two very important qualities. First was that he had been, at one time, Black's friend before his betrayal, allowing him some insight into his habits." Dumbledore explained patiently. "Second was that he is capable of summoning a…protective spirit if you will, which is capable of chasing off these horrible creatures should they take an interest in someone they should not."
The Grangers appeared to be following so far. "However despite all precautions and measures put in place both by myself and by the Ministry, Sirius Black contrived to find himself in the presence of young Harry and his friends last night." The Headmaster said soberly. "Professor Lupin, the man I'd hired, is indeed a werewolf, and in moving to assist when the danger was known to him forgot just what night it was."
Hermione's parents were grimacing in understanding. "A battle transpired between Professor Lupin and Sirius Black, and in the chaos, Professor Lupin unintentionally wounded your daughter with his claws, which are indeed a viable method of transmitting the infection."
Here the healer sat up a little straighter, her eyes sharp on the headmaster. "Remus is the source then in this case?" She asked.
Dumbledore looked mildly surprised and shifted to better regard the woman in question. "Indeed he is. Am I to take it then that you are acquainted with the former professor?" He asked curiously.
She nodded shortly, then looked sympathetically to the family across from her. "Yes, I am indeed acquainted with him. If what the Headmaster says is accurate, then your family may be able to take some small solace in the fact that this was not a malicious attack." She noted the vaguely disbelieving looks from the parents and explained. "You see intentional and organized attacks are always far more damaging and more lethal. This being a tragic accident, likely spared your daughter's life."
In that light, the Granger adults had to nod a grudging concession. Their daughter was alive, that was what mattered most. The healer considered silently for a moment before nodding to herself. "Do you happen to have a method of contacting Mr Lupin? As part of my duties I'll be required to check in with him about his status following the incident."
Dumbledore nodded. "I can put you in contact with him…"
"Very good. If you would that would be appreciated." She murmured quietly.
Dumbledore watched the woman for a time before nodding. "Very well, perhaps then we might get to your official purpose here Karen?"
The healer frowned slightly, likely at the Headmaster's insistence upon using her first name, but schooled her features before straightening, "Yes, as Professor Dumbledore has explained, I am Saint Mungo's official expert representative when it come to Lycanthropy." She muttered somewhat absently drawing a notepad from her pocket and checking it before looking back to those gathered. "It is therefore my duty to see to it that everyone involved is aware what this change in status for Hermione will mean. And to arrange an opportunity to meet and go over in detail the effects of Lycanthropy."
The Grangers nodded, and Harry watched in interest. "First and foremost," began healer McKinnon. "It is my regret to inform you that as a werewolf, Hermione will need to be formally registered with the Ministry, and that her new condition precludes her from being withdrawn from the magical world or employed by the Ministry of Magic." Hermione sagged upon hearing that. She'd apparently suspected, but to have it confirmed had hurt, Harry could tell.
"This is due to the fact that, per government rulings on the matter, werewolves, and indeed any were-creature are seen as dangerous to public safety, and also due to the fact that the only place they might procure the resource known as wolfsbane is within the magical world."
Here Emma raised her hand tentatively and the healer paused nodding to her. "May I ask what that is?
It was actually Hermione who answered her however, "It's a potion mum—" She cut herself off looking embarrassed at having cut off the healer. However McKinnon simply smiled slightly gesturing for her to go ahead. Hermione nodded before starting in again. "It helps a werewolf keep control of themselves on the full moon when changed."
The healer nodded, apparently satisfied. "Your daughter is correct, and we'll need to discuss that at a later time. Specifically just how she will go about getting a regular supply of this potion…"
Dan had grown progressively more dour as the conversation progressed. "So what you're telling me is that my daughter is now viewed as some sort of prisoner or person of interest by you government?" He growled. "You say she has to be registered, and that she can't leave the magical world. But could she leave the country if she wanted to?"
"Yes she could," She admitted, clearly surprising the irate father. "Though travel, emigration and immigration for a werewolf is difficult and slow. Add to that the complications provided by werewolf territorial boundaries…no, she is not seen as a criminal but things are no longer simple for her." McKinnon admitted. "Which brings me in a somewhat roundabout fashion to my next task here tonight."
She shifted in her seat to lean forward a bit and look more directly at Hermione. "In situations like this, we are required to put new werewolves in contact with a trusted pack Alpha. One who we will then work with to ease the new werewolf into their changed life. This will allow them to learn from someone who understands just what it is to be a werewolf, and will give them an in into the pack system."
Emma spoke up again. "Packs, are exactly what they sound like I assume?"
The healer shrugged. "Yes and no. Think of them as an almost familial or clan like support structure used by werewolves everywhere."
Emma seemed less than reassured. "And will this pack hierarchy be determined the way wolves would normally do so?" She asked sharply.
Hermione blinked, looking worried at the notion. Hermione was many things, but a fighter was not one of them. At least not over quibbling things like status.
The healer considered the mother calmly. "It would depend on the pack. You have to keep in mind a werewolf is not merely a wolf interposed over a human form. There is just as much if not more human in them. They are still intelligent, and thus generally, are able to resolve the question of dominance in a more civil fashion."
"Generally?" Asked Dan, picking at the qualifier.
The healer sighed, "Some packs are indeed less than civilized, though those packs which prefer dominance battles, would absolutely not be among those we'd entrust your daughter with."
Dumbledore apparently saw that the healer was struggling somewhat with appeasing the parents. "If I may assist Karen, there are advantages are there not, to being in a pack?"
She nodded, looking slightly relieved at the support. "Yes, in addition to expert advice and support for being a werewolf, your daughter would also have a more secure supply of wolfsbane, as well as territorial protection from being a member of the pack."
She saw the mild confusion at that last part and explained. "That is to say that were she part of a pack, she could not be attacked or forced out of her home by a hostile territorial wolf without that wolf drawing the ire of the whole pack. She also would not need to constantly reaffirm her dominance over other outsider wolves just to make a home for herself if she were in a pack."
She saw the Grangers were nodding somewhat now, and pressed her advantage. "In addition, there are advantages to being a pack member in the magical community. Hermione would get a small stipend for procuring wolfsbane, and a list of authorized providers. As well as a recommendation to attach to any resume she might turn in…"
Hermione sighed at that. "But getting hired even then will be difficult won't it?"
The healer nodded soberly. "Yes, I admit it will be."
The Grangers were silent for a long time at that, it was not everyday you learn your child who was still just a teenager was nearly unemployable. Harry would have tried to offer some encouragement to Hermione had she looked up, but she was studiously examining her hands. Dumbledore decided to step in eventually to move things along. "Which brings us to your last point I believe?"
The healer nodded. "Yes, as a werewolf, your daughter will be required by the ministry to have her home warded to a specific level in order to mitigate any danger she might pose to the Statute of Secrecy…"
Dumbledore raised a hand to grab the healer's attention, "If it is allowed Karen, I would like to speak to them on that matter myself if that is alright? Once you are finished I'd be more than happy to expedite that process on your behalf…"
She nodded, "That would be acceptable. As Chief Warlock you are no doubt more aware of the detailed regulations than myself."
Dumbledore beamed, and Harry wondered just what the old wizard was up to. "Capital! Now, I imagine you wish to see about determining what Alpha you will introduce them to and such?"
The healer, and everyone else seemed curious about the old wizard driving things forward but McKinnon nodded. "Yes…"
"Then I think it might be best if myself and young Harry took Snuffles for a walk while you see to that. We'll return shortly and discuss the wards with them at that point."
He pushed to his feet, and Harry tentatively did the same, looking questioningly to Hermione, attempting to make sure she didn't need him. She smiled slightly clearly reading his question in his face, before nodding slightly.
Harry followed the old wizard from the room. Uncertain just why he was doing so, but interested to find out.
"Let us take a walk shall we Harry? It is a lovely day outside and I feel both myself and Snuffles will benefit greatly from a stretch…"
Harry nodded, accepting the notion before pausing as he noticed Ron glance up as they entered the main pub. Though he scowled when his friend's eyes darted hurriedly away.
Dumbledore sighed, "It is a sad thing, is it not, to see someone fritter away something so precious as friendship?" he said, correctly interpreting what had just occurred.
"Yes sir, it is." Harry agreed somewhat stiffly as they pushed out into the sunlight.
The old wizard hummed, rubbing his jaw in thought, "I must say Harry, I have been very impressed with the way you have handled all of this. That young woman in there needs you dearly right now, and you have more than adequately stepped up to the task." He said, sounding happy. "I'm am sure your parents are very proud…"
Harry fidgeted a bit uncomfortably at the mention of his parents, and decided to change the subject. "She's my friend sir, what else would I do?"
Dumbledore smiled wanly. "You will find Harry, that there are a great many ways you could have reacted under such trying circumstances. However you, unlike young Ronald, have once again done what is right instead of what is easy." He paused considering, "No, I must say, among life's most precious gifts, I count friendship amongst the greatest."
Harry smiled, a memory surfacing, "That and socks sir?"
Dumbledore laughed. "Indeed, though I'd like to think even a good pair of socks pale in comparison."
They walked a while longer in silence observing the various stores closing themselves down for the night, before Dumbledore sighed shaking his head looking old and careworn. "I feel that I owe you an apology Harry…"
This caught the boy in question a bit on the hop, and his brow furrowed in confusion. "Why is that sir?"
Dumbledore chuckled a bit sadly. "A great many reasons I'm afraid, but in this case I shall apologize for a way in which I have unintentionally done you a great disservice. A way in which I prevented you making the friends you should have had all these years."
Harry looked confused, but Dumbledore promptly explained himself "I am speaking of course of your relatives…"
The boy next to him frowned unhappily and Snuffles grumbled low in his chest. "Yes, as I have told you I believe, I have my reasons for why I subjected you to them. And it is my hope that soon I might be able to more fully explain those reasons. But in this case, that is neither here nor there." He admitted, before huffing a sigh. "Tell me Harry, speaking plainly if you will, how do you feel about your relatives?"
Harry considered that. He felt many competing and in some case contradictory urges when that question was asked. On the one hand was wishing to rant and rage against the injustices of his life at Privet Drive, on the other not wanting to complain and draw attention to himself…However the headmaster had asked him to speak plainly and so neither approach would do.
"They are my relatives sir. I recognize that technically speaking they are my family, but that is just a legal distinction for me. A fluke of genetics."
Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Ah yes…genetics," he mused. "A fascinating field of study. It is peculiar is it not how two people who share so much, even the basis of their existence can be so different…and yet the same."
Harry was justifiably confused, and Dumbledore smiled a touch ruefully before continuing, "You see Harry, when I left you with your relatives, I had hoped that Petunia would find something of her sister within herself. However it seems she did not."
He frowned then, "A point very clearly illustrated by the indifference with which you regard them I should think…" He murmured, before humming and sucking at his teeth in thought. "Would I be correct in my assumption then, that you do not truly consider them family, nor Privet Drive your home?"
Harry couldn't help but bark a laugh at that. "Not since the moment I set foot in Hogwarts sir…" He said a touch sardonically.
"Oh?" the Headmaster asked sounding intrigued.
Mildly embarrassed now by his forwardness, Harry nevertheless pressed on. "Yes sir, I've considered Hogwarts my home since coming here." He paused thinking that over. "The rest of Gryffindor is more family to me than the Dursleys…but Hermione and—well Ron I suppose, mean the most to me."
Dumbledore was nodding again looking thoughtful. "Indeed, in fact I would say you are very fortunate in having their friendship." He paused, halting their little walk for a moment. "And I would say Miss Granger in particular is very grateful in return for your friendship."
Harry shrugged uneasily, he wasn't that good a friend he figured. He tried certainly, but…Dumbledore shook his head a touch sadly at Harry's reluctance, "Tell me Harry, what do you see your future being like? As much as you and I likely wish it were not so, someday Hogwarts bids farewell to everyone."
The dark haired boy next to him considered that, before shrugging bit helplessly. "I don't know sir…"
The Headmaster tilted his head conceding the point. "Yes, perhaps it is a bit early to be asking that question…" he speculated. "After all you have a couple of years before you might think on a profession in any depth, or have a significant other with whom you might plan a life. Perhaps you will allow me to rephrase then?"
Harry nodded his permission and Dumbledore tried again. "Whom do you see in your future with you Harry, when you imagine yourself happy in times to come, who will be there…happy alongside you?"
A tough question, Harry had to admit. "I'd like to think I'll still be friends with Hermione, and maybe Ron too if he can get over this…thing he has right now. I'd like to imagine Sirius free…" He said smiling ruefully whilst patting Snuffles, who chuffed in agreement. "Other than that?" He shrugged.
Dumbledore nodded seriously. "Yes, it is quite unimaginable I suppose, being as close as you are with your friends that they would ever not be by your side…"
Harry sighed tiredly, "Is this the part where you warn me that sometimes people who are friends at school do not remain so?"
Dumbledore looked surprised, then shook his head apologetically. "While that is indeed a lesson many might draw from their school years, no, that was not my intent. I merely wondered, what will you do should Ronald not come around?" He raised a finger to stave off Harry a moment. "Or, perhaps worse, if Hermione were to one day drift away?"
Harry tried, but he couldn't help but flinch at that, "I'd rather not think about that sir."
The Headmaster nodded. "Of course, I merely worry for you, you understand?"
"Yes sir." The boy agreed, even though he wasn't sure why this was the case.
The Headmaster wobbled his head slightly, looking uncertain. "I find myself curious then….How do you see yourself helping Hermione in her struggles going forward?"
Harry had thought a bit about that throughout the day, and had only a few notions. "I—I'd like to see about becoming an Animagus sir." Harry said hopefully.
"A fine idea I should think." Dumbledore agreed, chuckling as Snuffles perked up. "I am sure Professor McGonagall would be more than willing to help. Do you have any other ideas Harry?"
Harry nodded, this time more uncertainly. "I have been thinking sir. Would it be possible to switch some of the courses I am taking sir?" At Dumbledore's curious expression he explained. "I'm no good at Divination, I'm just not sir. And well…Hermione takes Runes and Arithmancy. I'd ask to get out of History of Magic too but…" Harry gave him a resigned look on that last point.
"Ah, I see," Dumbledore said, pondering that. "I am afraid you are correct, unless circumstances change, you cannot drop History as yet…though, perhaps something can be done about making it more palatable…I shall need to see about that." He shook his head as though trying to clear the cobwebs. "As for Divination however…yes, that might be possible, it is as they say, a wooly discipline. It should at least be possible to get you into Arithmancy and Runes I should think."
Harry sighed in relief. "Thank you sir."
The Headmaster raised a cautionary hand. "I should warn you however, you may find yourself needing to work over the summer to catch up somewhat."
Harry had been expecting that, so was not terribly upset by the notion. "That will be fine sir. I'll find a way to manage."
Dumbledore nodded happily, before noting they had once again arrived at the Three Broomsticks. "Ah it seems we are back then…I imagine the arrangements are done by now and we can see to matters I mentioned earlier. You have given me much to think about Harry…much to think about indeed."
It was something of a relief, that upon their return to the pub, they found that Ron had apparently left in their absence. The healer, however was already waiting for them by the counter. She looked up as they entered and paced over to meet them.
"I'm all done," She reported simply, "They've selected who they wish to meet, and arrangements will be made when they've sent an owl my way. I answered a few questions, but they have a few things to discuss with you before everything moves forward." She further elaborated in a business like tone.
Dumbledore nodded smiling a little sadly. "Thank you so much for your time Miss McKinnon."
She made a face, which honestly could have been a dark smile or a grimace to Harry's eyes before nodding shortly to the headmaster. "It was no problem. Now, I really must be going." She said, briefly shaking his and Harry's hands before leaving.
Harry watched her go before looking curiously to the Headmaster. "Sir, if it's not too much of a problem…Is it just me or does the healer not like you?"
Here the Headmaster sighed, a sound oddly echoed by Snuffles. "I am afraid there is some history there. It is not private, indeed anyone who knew the history of the last war might guess correctly as to the issue between us. So I will tell you a little."
He paused considering his words carefully. "I was…friends, with her older sister and indeed the rest of her family. All of whom were killed in the war against Voldemort. As I played a strong role in leading efforts against him, their deaths in many ways lie as much at my feet as at his…" He explained sadly. "Karen…healer McKinnon, is the sole surviving member of her family. I do not know that she actually blames me for that fact, but I am at the very least a painful reminder of what she has lost."
Harry nodded soberly. "Sir, if I might ask, just how bad was the last war? I know my family was lost, as well as a few others….but people don't talk about back then much…"
Dumbledore considered. "It was a dark time Harry. Many fled Britain to escape the fighting. Many of the deaths were among the muggle populace who were favourite targets for the other side. A couple thousand at least, concealed from the masses by desperate work on our part. Dozens of old and important families were lost, and perhaps a couple thousand others were slain. In a nation whose numbers do not top twenty thousand…the losses were staggering. People do not wish to remember those days. Forgetting perhaps that fine old muggle saying. Those who do not learn from history, are doomed to repeat it."
He smiled sadly to the young man before him. "Now come, the Grangers are waiting, and it does not do for you to dwell on such things more than is necessary."
Harry nodded acceptance, and followed on, trailing behind him as he was led back to the rented room. Entering to find a group of somber and tired looking Granger family.
Dumbledore paused at the door. "Might we intrude again?" He asked politely.
Dan Granger just nodded waving them into the room silently, whilst sharing a look with his wife.
The Headmaster got himself once again settled into his chair before looking to the family across from him in interest. "Now, as I understand it there are a few matters we must discuss. We have a few problems which need addressing in addition to whatever it is you wish to discuss with me…Thankfully the solution to all of them might in fact be the same thing"
The Grangers looked a mixed of curious and worried, so Dumbledore pressed on. "First let us address the question of keeping your daughter and home safe shall we?"
Dan Granger was already nodding. This was the issue which was most pressing to his mind. "Alright, you were mentioning something about wards?" He asked.
"Yes, and am I correct in assuming you are not entirely clear on just what wards are?" The Headmaster asked, kindly.
Emma was nodding, looking a touch embarrassed. "Yes, could you please explain?"
Dumbledore nodded, "I could, however why don't you ask your daughter, I'd be very surprised if she does not know, and perhaps she'd benefit from the opportunity to share some of her knowledge with you?"
Hermione blushed slightly as her parents turned to look at her. "Wards are, in short, magical fields. Usually they are erected as a form of defence. Think them like a shield, or a detection net set around a fixed point. Some are intended to warn, others to protect, while some can be used to curse or ensnare, and yet others to hide something away."
Dumbledore was beaming. "A wonderful summation Miss Granger." He agreed as Hermione subsided. "Now, as I understand it you had something to discuss with me, would I be right in guessing that you wish to take your daughter home early this year?"
The Grangers acknowledged that was indeed the case, and Harry fought to contain his disappointment. He'd miss Hermione, even if it only ended up being one more week apart than usual.
"Then it seems our discussion on wards and my other pressing issues is timely." Dumbledore said, leaning forward slightly. "The sooner such issues are addressed the better. Especially if you end up taking Hermione home early."
They nodded, seeing the sense in that, and Dumbledore pressed on. "Now, as healer McKinnon explained there are a number of wards which are required by law to be installed, and indeed we will see to it that they are. The Ministry will pay for the Goblins of Gringotts to install the wards in question, and I will see to it that it is done at the earliest opportunity. However I would like to take this opportunity to go a step further if possible. To provide your daughter with a more comprehensive defence."
The Grangers looked surprised. "Pardon me for asking, especially as I'm all for better protection for my daughter." Dan interrupted. "But will that not cost more?"
Dumbledore tilt his head in agreement. "The base level wards are in fact free. The Ministry handling that in your place in an agreement with Gringotts. However yes, the upgrades I propose will at least in part come at some extra cost."
Dan nodded, "How much more? We will pay for such a thing if we can afford it."
The Headmaster raised a placating hand to slow him down somewhat. "If you would indulge me a while I will explain my other problems and how you might help me with them. Then I will explain how they relate to the cost of the wards."
Hermione's father settled back and nodded, perhaps a bit irritated. "You see Mister Granger. As you may or may not be aware I too have needed to see to the security and welfare of someone in the past. For example Harry here is a dependant of mine, and I have tried…and sometimes failed, to do my best for him…"
Harry furrowed his brow at that, not so much that Dumbledore was raising the issue of himself, as aside from the Dursleys he wasn't sure where the Headmaster had gone awry.
"My solution in his case, is it seems, less than perfect. I hope Harry will forgive me for divulging this, but he is at this time housed with his relatives. However as he has recently explained to me the situation with them is less than ideal." Dumbledore explained. "Now…circumstances in the past have conspired to prevent Harry from safely venturing from that abode. Despite it's less than perfect environment."
Harry was now gazing down steadily at his hands in embarrassment. He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about Dumbledore speaking of this.
"This situation has arisen because, there has, quite simply not been somewhere safe enough by my admittedly over-stringent standards." the Headmaster explained. "However, with your new wards an opportunity might arise on that front."
"Oh?" Said Emma looking curious at the turn this had taken.
"Yes, you see, were your wards to be upgraded in the way I intend with some of my own modifications applied to the scheme as well, I feel that it may be possible for Harry to find another safe haven if you will."
"Harry could come visit me over the summer?" Hermione asked, putting together the pieces first, and Harry felt a small buzz of excitement flow through him at the thought. A chance to get away from the Dursleys now and then!
Dumbledore nodded smiling in satisfaction. "Yes, I thought that might appeal to you given recent events…" He turned his attention back to the parents. "Now, if you would agree to such an arrangement…it would open a variety of possibilities to us."
He opened his hands somewhat in offering. "If Harry can visit your daughter, I could easily use the official offer of sanctuary and the willing sacrifice of Harry's own funds, to bolster the intent based magical defences of your home greatly."
Harry really would be happy to do so, but he'd have appreciated being asked. The look he gave Dumbledore clearly conveyed this and the older wizard at least had the good grace to look chagrined.
Dan put together the strings of conversation then. "Ah, and that's what you meant about costs is it? Some of them could be covered by Harry then?" He asked in order to clarify.
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, you see Harry's family left him everything. The portion required to be a suitable sacrifice for the magic I worked, would allow you to more easily afford the other upgrades."
Dan nodded musingly, looking at his family. Hermione was giving him a pleading look, Harry was gratified to see she seemed hopeful he could visit her. "I am always in favour of making my family safer of course…but forgive me for asking, but what is the catch?"
The headmaster smiled knowingly. "Well that would depend a great deal upon you. You see as I mentioned there are possibilities. The first and most simple is what we have already discussed. You agree to shelter Harry occasionally throughout the summer in exchange for the agreed upon boons. No further cost to yourself involved." He raised a cautionary hand. "However it was the other possibilities which I most greatly hoped for…"
The Grangers were fidgeting while they waited; Harry could tell Dumbledore's habit of being somewhat roundabout in his speech was wearing on them. "Which brings me to my next point. Again, please bear with me. I do have a point in my ramblings." He apologized, wincing as he took in the weary and frustrated looks on the parents' expressions. "Whilst on my walk with Harry a few minutes ago, I asked him about his home life, which helped to inspire this discussion. You see the defences I have around the home where Harry lives are predicated on a few points. First, that he consider those who dwell there with him his family and second that he consider that abode home. Finally and most importantly is the bond of blood between he and his aunt."
Dumbledore looked somber now. "Now, you may be wondering how this is relevant. It is very simple you see. Harry informed me, with I believe complete honesty, that these factors are not being met appropriately. He informed me rather baldly that he considers Hogwarts more a home than the dwelling at Privet Drive, and more importantly he considers his housemates more his family than his own blood relations. Something which reflects badly on his home life."
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "However he also admitted to me something more important, that he found two of his housemates in particular were most important to him. I am sure you can guess one of them…"
Dan was looking at Harry closely now. "Hermione?"
Harry felt a blush darken his cheeks, and again he was looking at his hands.
"Yes, which brings me to my proposition. While the exact mode of defence available at Privet Drive is not available to us as you are not his blood relatives, an alternative is still available." Dumbledore explained. "It would be less potent, than a properly functioning version of what I had originally intended for Harry, but it would be a significant enhancement t Ao your own wards and defences. Instead of being predicated on blood, family and home, it would be predicated on your offer of shelter, his bond with Hermione and his willing sacrifice of wealth and admittedly a little bit of blood, to ensure her safety."
"You want us to take him in then? In place of his relatives?" Emma asked, finally after an ensuing silence.
Dumbledore nodded. "Put simply, yes. Yes I do."
Harry felt his jaw drop, and saw Hermione light up in interest. The headmaster was suggesting he might live with his best friend!
"Had his family treated him properly, as per our original agreement, Privet Drive would have been a superior place to protect him. However as that is not the case, this would prove both a great boon to myself, and a benefit to my charge." Dumbledore explained. "In exchange for these efforts on the parts of all those involved…This would be the safest place I could possibly arrange under the circumstances for Harry outside of Hogwarts."
Dan and Emma indicated their understanding. "We'd consider it I think…Though I must admit, unless I am wrong, I think we'd at least accept the first arrangement. Is that correct?" Dan asked looking to his wife and daughter. Hermione was a little more effusive in her yes, but Emma was nodding too.
Dumbledore smiled. "Splendid, might I suggest then, that a compromise be offered whilst you think the matter over? Would you be willing to maybe have Harry come with you when you take your daughter home with you? It would provide an opportunity to get to know one another better…"
Dan paused, looking to his wife who shrugged easily. "That would be fine I think." He agreed simply, looking back to the pair across from him. "How soon might this all be possible?"
The aged wizard considered that point. "If you are referring to how soon Harry and Hermione could be allowed to leave with you. I can arrange to have their belongings brought here post haste so that they might leave as soon as possible." He said nodding to himself. "As to the question of wards. I would happily place a few tonight to ensure your safety until the others can be arranged. However I feel confident in saying I can have the ward makers at your home tomorrow evening to place them. Would that be satisfactory?"
Dan and Emma nodded, relief showing in their postures. "That would be excellent."
Dumbledore stood then. "I shall see to bringing you their belongings immediately. Come Snuffles, I believe I have someone else who could use your assistance tonight…"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Dumbledore and a still canine Sirius, left the room. "You are really alright with me staying with you now and then?" Harry asked worriedly. "I wouldn't want to be a bother."
Emma just smiled. "We'd be happy to have you Harry. It has been some time since Hermione's been able to bring a friend home."
Harry looked to Hermione, to confirm she too would be okay with all this, and for the first time since Madam Pomfrey had announced her new condition, she was looking unreservedly happy. "Of course I'm okay with it Harry. It'll be good to have a friend over too." She sobered somewhat, as the reality of her situation settled back over her mind. "Something tells me I will need a friend a lot over the next while…"
Author's Note: As ever, please PLEASE Rate, Review, Comment and/or make predictions for what is to come. They are a wonderful fuel for my imagination.