Love Doesn't Need a Horcrux

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Author's Note: Okay, so I know Key did different third-person omisicient (I know I spelled that wrong) POV's, and though it was mostly Tom and Hermione's POV, she still went outside those limits. My story will be Hermione centric, with a little Tom put in. Tom probably won't come into the story till chapter 3 or 4, even though he arrived in Key's fic in 3 (I think, I don't remember the exact stuff). I just want other stuff to be cleared up by then.

Chapter 2: Into the Past

"Hermione," A voice said, creeping into her blissful darkness. The minute the voice ended the calming silence, Hermione felt a migrane forming. She groaned and threw a a pathic punch toward whoever it was.

"Who hit me?" a different voice spoke. Opps, Hermione thought dryly as she sat up, rubbing her temples and keeping her eyes closed.

"I feel like I have a hangover," that same voice muttered, and she felt someone shfit next to her.

"Hermione," the first voice said (Harry, she mentally identified), "The room got a lot smaller; And it's still getting smaller."

At this Hermione's eyes shot open, and then she groaned as another wave of pain ravaged her brain.

"Where's Ginny?"

"Over here," Ginny's voice said, coming from the smae direction as Harry's.

"We have to leave now!"

Hermione had to drag herself to her feet, which was hard since the room was so small she could barely stand in it; She couldn't udnerstand how uncomfortable Mafloy and Harry probably were since they were both at least a few inches taller.

She left the shrinking room first, being closest to the door, and Malfoy followed. Harry and Ginny left last as they were the farthest.

"For the love of Merlin," Malfoy muttered, sitting on the floor and clutching his head.

"I think I have a hangover potion in my bag," Hermione muttered, turning to her small beaded bag. She accioed the bottle and let everyone take a sip before taking her own.

They all just laid there on the floor, letting the hangover-headache fade before getting up again.

"Everyone still has that bag, right?" Hermione asked, feeling her own bag in her pocket. They all nodded.

"Then let's go to the transfiguration room," Hermione said, rubbing her temples, "Hopefully Dumbledore will be there."

As they began walking, a silence set over. It wasn't an awkward silence, but more of a "If you speak and start my headache again, you'll have hell to pay for" silence.

Of course it was Draco who spoke up. "Don't we need names?" Hermione almost told him off, and then realized he was right.

Damn migrane, she thought, and then said, "We can keep our first names the same, though."

"Draco Maelroy it is," Draco muttered, though no one paid attention.

"Ginny O'Conner," the red head said happily.

"Harry Pensieve," Harry said just as Hermione said, "Hermione Pensieve." The two glaced at eachother and smiled as they mentally agreed to be siblings.

And once more, silence fell over the quartet.

"Gods, my head still hurts," Hermione said when they reached the transfiguration office.

Harry knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, a young Dumbledore greeted them.

~-0-~

"Draco Maelroy, 7th year."

"Ginny O'Conner, 6th year."

"Harry Pensieve, 7th year."

"Hermione Pensieve, 7th year."

Dumbledore wrote down all the names and the year, and as he did so, he said, "Thank you all very much for your transfer to Hogwarts. You will floo to my office on September 1st, at noon, and we will have evrything sorted out for you by then."

They all knew at that moment that this Dumbledore would not be helping them on this mission.

"Thank you, professor," Hermione said, "Do you mind if we use your floo to get to Diagon Alley?"

"No, not at all," the old man said. They all stood and walked to his fireplace. Ginny took a handful of the sparkly powder first and stepped into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley," she said clearly, and then she was gone behind a large green flame.

Harry then did the same, then Draco, and finally Hermione. The last thing she saw was a sad look in Dumbledore's eyes.

~-0-~

As she brushed off the soot that had gather on her robes, Harry and Ginny had already walked ahead to the bartender (it was a young man with brown hair) to rent the rooms.

Draco was seated at a table and was rubbing at his eyes, looking weary.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting in the seat across frmo him.

"I hate Floo-ing," he muttered, "It makes me dizzy and I feel sick everytime I do it." He groaned and retsed his head on his arms.

"Want some more hangover potion?" she offered.

"That would be great, thanks." She handed to bottle to him and he took a sip. He gave the bottle back and rested his head on his arms again.

He stayed like that while Hermione just pulled out a book (not a textbook for one; it was Romeo and Juliet) and after a few moments, Harry and Ginny came back with the keys.

"Here," Ginny said, handing Draco and Hermione their room keys, "We'll just take a break for a while."

The rest all nodded and Hermione said, "We'll meet up at 6 for dinner and to come up with a plan; Tomorrow, we'll get everything we need."

Again, everyone nodded before going up to their rooms and collapsing on their beds.

Author's Note: Horrible ending, I know. But I needed to finish this quickly since I have finals this week (Someone, kill me). I wrote this in one sitting, without editing since I wanted to get it up fast- so if there are any mistakes, don't hesitate to point them out to me :)

There's a hint of Dramione in this chapter, if anyone noticed. Key didn't put much of it in her fic, but there'll be A LOT in this version, though it'll mostly be like a brother-sister relationship ;)

Please review, this obviously doesn't correspond with the moron I call a friend's (I still love her though, ;D ) original, and I need to make sure that it's acceptable.

Cookies for everyone! Review!

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