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Chapter 4

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Harry slowly walked back up the stair's from his exchange with Ginny feeling slightly better about his plans for one Ronald Wesley and Hermione Granger he had spent several weeks looking for Hermione when he had stumbled upon the things about Ginny and he had acted on them when the trail on Hermione had ran cold. Know how ever with his thirst quenched he was gonna start looking for Hermione again. Her trail had ended five years after him leaving England and he was unable to find any mention of her with either the muggle government or the magical government except for one mention and that was that one Hermione Granger had witnessed two muggle's murdered by a old supporter of Tom Riddle. Harry found it odd that now that he was dead the wizarding community found it easier to use his true name instead of the one he had fashioned for himself. Harry thought maybe it was time to reveal himself back to the magical community and pay a visit to the minister of magic and see what he could tell Harry about what happened to Hermione after she had witnessed that. Harry figured that with who she was that the ministry had probably put her in a witness protection program and moved her some where else with in there grasp.

So his next step was gonna be a difficult one to do he knew where to find her parents but he didn't know how they would react to him showing up asking questions. He really didn't need to ask them cause he was a mastered Occlumens all he really had to do was cast the spell and he would know everything he wanted to know. He figured he could go visit them in a couple of days for now he needed to see if maybe she had been killed and not reported in the Daily Prophet but maybe it had been reported in one of the muggle papers he was gonna need to go to a library and look through there records to see if that was the case. It was a quarter to five so he needed to get back to the basement before the sun came up and killed him he had spent to many days in his basement by himself to enjoy it. It was one of the downsides to being a vampire he wasn't able to be in the sunlight and he really missed it he had always liked the feel of the sun on his skin but he hadn't been able to enjoy it for two years now. He made his way back down the stairs he had gone up not two hours previous and into his room the room looked just like any other room in the basement except the one Ginny was now being held in the was no windows and there was only one light but Harry didn't need the light his vision and night had improved quite a bit after he had been turned. There was two couches and a antique desk with an antique chair sitting behind it. That was where Harry spent most of his days he had learned some time ago that he didn't need to sleep that much just a couple of hours a day and then he was free to torture himself with his on thoughts about what could have been and about everything that had happened in his past both good and bad. He layed down on the couch that was against the south wall facing the door and fell asleep there letting his dreams come in and out.

He was standing on the shores of the black lake looking out over it just like he always remembered it looking just like a flat black glass he had never seen the octopus that Hagrid always told them lived in the lake. He slowly walked over to one of the giant trees that was on the outskirts of the forbidden forest but right next to the lake and sit down relaxing in the warm sunshine that filtered through the tree tops. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there under the tree but it was now dark and he could make out a cloaked shape moving through the trees towards him. When the cloaked figure was ten feet away they stopped and looked right at Harry and he felt his scar burn like it had never burned before.

"Hello Harry. How have you been?" Said the cloaked figure and it was a voice Harry would have recognized any day of his life.

"I'm good Hermione, How about you? Where have you been I haven't been able to find any records of you?" Harry said.

"I've been decent and as for where I've been you'll never now cause your looking in all the wrong places." Hermione said to a now confused Harry. She must have remembered that look cause she walked over to him and sit down under the tree Harry had fallen asleep under and Harry joined her under the tree.

"What do you mean I'm looking in all the wrong places?" Harry asked her.

"I mean your not looking in the right areas of the Daily Prophet records. I'm not the same person you left behind over twelve years ago Harry I've changed as you have to but my feelings for you have never changed." Hermione said now pulling the hood of her cloak off allowing Harry to look upon her face for the first time in twelve years. She sill had the same bushy brown hair but her eyes where different they weren't the chocolate brown he remembered them being but instead they where blood red. He almost jumped up and ran away when he noticed her eyes but he remembered that's the way his eyes looked just after he had feed.

"Hermione what has happened to you your eyes are blood red. I've seen that happen to only two people on of them is me but I'm a vampire and the other was Tom. So which one of us have you took after?" Harry plainly stated.

"If I was like you would I be hiding from everyone Harry?" Hermione answered his question with another question as she got up and disappeared.

Harry jumped up off the couch with a start that was the first time he had dreamed of Hermione and he had learned that people would communicate to him sub councisly through his dreams so he figured he now had a new lead on Hermione. Harry stood there in front of the couch for several minutes trying to figure out what he was gonna do with this new lead he had no way of going out in the day to look for what he needed now. What he needed was a house elf but dobby had died during the last war with Tom and he wasn't sure if Kreacher was still alive but that was his only choose.

"KREACHER." Harry yelled and with a crack the house elf appeared.

"Yes master Potter." Kreacher said bowing low.

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