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Decisions

Shaken and tired, Harry made his way to his old room at a snail's pace. He couldn't believe that Ron and Hermione were getting married.

They are probably the least suitable partners in the world!

He looked around his room and went into deep thought, recalling the moment he knew he was in love with his best friend.

"Ron can you find anything on where Hufflepuff's Cup might be while I try to figure out a spell to help Harry?" Hermione requested and got a nod in reply. "Thanks."

She got up and tugged on Harry's arm which had fallen off the couch while Harry rested. She stood there a minute, looking at the calm and relaxed look on his face.

"Take a picture. I'm sure it lasts longer." Harry's voice rang out, shocking her out of her thoughts.

"Har-Harry, I didn't know you were awake. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I'm trying to find out if there is a spell that we could use on Voldemort. Come on."

Harry dragged himself off the couch and followed Hermione out of the common room. "Mione, are you crazy? It's past curfew! Filch might be around." He hissed.

Ever since the death of Dumbledore, a curfew was introduced in order to keep the students in after 9 p.m. These days those caught out in the halls or classrooms were to serve detention with Filch.

"Oh Harry, have you forgotten we are Head Boy and Girl? Filch won't bother us. I would stay in the common room if we could but I figured the Room of Requirement would be better." Figuring she was right, as she usually was, he followed her up to the Room of Requirement.

After hours of thinking of good spells that could help Harry out while he practiced them on dummies they had the room created, she closed her eyes and rested.

Harry made his way over to her and kneeled in front of her. "Hey, you alright?"

"Oh Harry…I'm scared for you. It's so unfair for you to have to go through everything at this age. Oh I'm just so worried about you."

He looked into her eyes and saw the worry in there. "Mione, it'll be alright. Well, I don't really know it will be ok. But don't cry. You know I hate it when you cry."

She wiped away her tears "I can't not worry about you. You and Ron mean everything to me. Especially you. You were the one who saved my life back in first year. I know Ron was the one who knocked the troll out but you were the one who remembered. And I really can't forget what you've done for me all these years and honestly the worse was in second year when…"

"Sssh. Mione, you've saved my life more than I've saved yours. Don't cry. I'll try to come back alive. You've done so much for me that I have something to look forward to after Voldemort. I-"

He was caught halfway through speech when Hermione pulled him in for a hug. "Harry, please be safe."

Recovering from his shock, he hugged her back. "Mione, I-I will. Come on; let's head back to our dorms."

It was at that point that Harry realized how much she meant to him. And now? She was getting married to Ron of all people. It wasn't that he had anything against Ron but their personalities clashed. He just couldn't understand why they were getting married other than the fact that everyone thought the both of them had sexual tension between them.

Remus had suggested going to see Hermione the next day but he couldn't. Not with the knowledge that she was marrying another man, made worse by the fact that that very man was his best friend. No, he couldn't do it. He had to go somewhere else. He scribbled a note out on a piece of parchment and left it on the bed and apparated away.

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Remus watched Harry make his way up to his old room, surprised at the news of Hermione's marriage. He knew Ron was but not Hermione.

If I know that boy as well as I think I do, he'll never ask Hermione. He's just as stubborn as his father. I guess I have to find things out for myself.

Throwing a handful of Floo powder, he called out Hermione's address and stuck his head in. "Hermione?"

Hermione was walking to the kitchen to get a drink when she heard Remus call out. "Oh Remus! I wasn't expecting you to call in. What's the matter?"

"Could I come over? There are some questions I want to ask you." Came the werewolf's reply.

"I'm going through some runes from work but sure. Come on over." Hermione replied and stood back, awaiting the arrival of the old professor.

After greeting her, Remus exchanged pleasantries with Hermione before sitting down on the couch with her and got straight to business. "Hermione, I know this seems a little personal but I've heard that you are getting married?"

Hermione snorted. "Remus! That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard! No, I'm not getting married. Where did you hear that from?" With that said, Hermione started laughing at the funniest rumor that she had heard about her.

Thinking that Harry would prefer to let her know of his return personally, Remus refrained himself from telling her and merely gave a vague answer. "Oh just someone I know."

Hermione interrupted him with the question he'd hoped she wouldn't ask. "Remus, have you heard from Harry at all these past 5 years?"

"Hermione, if I did, I would have told you. But I haven't received a letter from him at all." Remus felt that he wasn't really lying. After all he really did not receive a letter from his best friend's son all these while. Her shoulders sunk at his answer.

"You care for him a lot don't you Hermione." Remus said, a statement more than a question.

Nodding her head, she told Remus the same thing she once told Harry. "Remus I can't not worry about him. I've been doing so for so long in school that it's a habit. Remus, I care for him as more than a friend."

He was slightly taken aback by her revelation. "I knew you and Harry shared a close bond but I had no idea you felt this way about him."

"I only realized this in our last year at Hogwarts before the war with Voldemort. I didn't want to tell him. He already had so much on his shoulders." Remus decided that he had to talk to Harry after hearing Hermione and asked to leave.

He stood up and proceeded to her fireplace and got ready to Floo back when her voice, filled with worry and hope, rang out "You'll let me know if you hear from him right?..right?"

He took her hand in reassurance. "Of course I will. I'll see you around. Take care of yourself Hermione." He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and went back to Grimmauld Place.

I really have to get Harry to talk to her. I think he'll be pleased that she reciprocates his feelings.

He headed up to Harry's room, hoping to talk Harry around. "Harry? Can I talk to you?"

Not hearing a response, he pushed open the door and called out his name. His eyes then fell on the note left by the raven-haired wizard.

Remus

I have gone away because I don't think I can face her after all these years. I'm sorry I didn't tell you in person but I had to leave.

Harry

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"Hey Tom, can I have a Daily Prophet sent up to my room?" Harry, with his cap and cloak in tow, asked The Leaky Cauldron's innkeeper.

The innkeeper looked up at the young gentleman he had rarely seen and assured the wizard of his request.

After receiving a copy of the Daily Prophet, Harry decided to find a place to live. He knew he couldn't stay at The Leaky Cauldron long for he expected Remus to search it first. He scoured the wizarding newspaper before realizing that there weren't any houses up for sale. Frustrated that he wasted time, he put on his cap and cloak again and headed into Muggle London.

He picked up a newspaper from a bench and hoped to find a place that he could at least rent. Flipping page by page in anticipation, he finally laid eyes on an advertisement for an area near both Muggle London and Wizarding London and within walking distance of The Leaky Cauldron.

Making his way down, he found the place eerily familiar before staring a house with a blue façade.

I don't believe my luck. It's Hermione's house. No wonder it looks so familiar. Let's see; her house is No. 7 and the place on offer is No. 10, diagonally opposite hers. Even when I'm trying to avoid her, life throws me a curve ball. Just brilliant.

Making the choice to talk to the realtor the next day, he headed back to The Leaky Cauldron with thoughts of the brown-eyed witch on his mind.