Scusa Ma Ti Chiamo Amore
Summary: "Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights, and all our jokes, I fell in love." – Unknown. FemHarry.
Just a warning: AU, FemHarry, Age Difference, Smart!FemHarry, Loyal!Hermione, Clichés, Messed Up Timeline, More in the future
Chapter 3 – Bye Bye, Butterfly!
Finishing the small note she wanted to leave behind, Harry placed it over her pillow before checking to see if she had everything. At her side of the room, Hermione muttered to herself as she finished packing.
"I can't believe that you know where to get a illegal Portkey!" The bushy haired witch said.
Harry sighed. That was the fifth time her friend repeated that; it was like a broken record.
Maybe she shouldn't have told Hermione about how they would be leaving Britain. Although, knowing the brown eyed girl, her reaction would have been worse later.
"Shouldn't you be asking how I got the Portkey in so little time or what –" Harry closed her mouth with a click when her friend turned to glare at her.
The green eyed girl smiled brightly, if not nervously, and sighed in relief when the older witch turned her attention back to her trunk.
"If someone finds out," Hermione grumbled, "You will be sent to Azkaban!"
Doubtful, Harry thought. She was the Girl-Who-Lived. The worst punishment she could get for buying a illegal International Portkey from the Goblins was a few months worth of detention. However, there no doubt in her mind that if the Aurors found out what else she had brought from her Account Manager then she would get a dark little cell in Azkaban for a week or two.
For a moment, Harry wondered if she should point this out but discarded the idea as soon as it came to her. Hermione would have a fit of epic proportions if she learned what exactly Harry had been buying from the Goblins. The older girl already didn't like how Harry had been using the schools owl to contact the creatures for the last few days, much less how they had agreed to help Harry without even making a single question because the younger girl was paying a little more for their services.
"So, what did your parents say?" Harry said, trying to distract Hermione, "Didn't you send another letter to them last night?"
Thankfully, it worked.
Hermione locked her trunk and shrunk it with a wave of her wand, "Mom reminded us to have fun and to call her later. Dad want us to take pictures." She sighed fondly.
Harry nodded, not even a little surprised with how laid back and accepting Hermione's parents were.
The day Harry was first introduced to Jane and Howard Granger back in her Second Year, she had immediately known that there was something different about the couple – She had known that there was more to them than mere dentists as Hermione liked to say. However, no matter how curious she was about them, Harry never asked why they were so different from what people would consider to be the norm when it came to responsible parents. Harry knew when to keep her questions to herself.
"There's twenty minutes until Potions," Hermione said, looking down at her wrist watch.
Harry jumped from her bed, "That's enough for us to leave."
With that, Harry took out the Marauders Map from the pocket of her hoodie. Scanning the parchment, she traced the best route out of the castle and into Hogsmeade before stuffing the map back into the pocket of her hoodie and summoning her Invisibility Cloak.
Safe and hidden under the Cloak, the two friends made their way out if the Common Room. Carefully to not make any sound, they walked through the castle, making sure to avoid the more crowded corridors, and stopped about halfway down the third-floor corridor.
Standing behind the statue of a one-eyed witch, Harry quickly took out her wand.
"Dissendium." She whispered, tapping the stone witch.
At once, the statue's hump opened. Harry looked at Hermione who glanced quickly up and down the corridor. She waited until her bushy haired friend nodded before moving forward.
Harry slid a considerable way down a stone slide, landing on her feet at the end. Unfortunately for Hermione, the older girl didn't have the same grace as Harry and ended landing on her butt, grimacing at the cold, damp earth.
"Pff," Harry placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
Hermione shoot her a half-heated glare.
"Ha ha," She muttered, standing up and taking out her wand so she could clean her jeans, "Funny."
"Sorry, Hermione." Harry tried to apologize. It didn't work all that well since she started giggling.
"No, you're not." The brown eyed girl pouted.
That only made Harry laugh harder. That pitiful expression on Hermione's face looked so out of character that it was hilarious. Normally, Harry was the one who did things like that.
"Ok, let's go," Hermione pushed her, "We need to leave."
Chuckling, Harry nodded with a smile and held up her wand, "Lumos."
The tip of her wand lightened up and they started to move through the very narrow, low, earthy passageway.
After what felt like an hour or so, the passage began to rise and some time later, the girls finally reached what looked to be the exit. They climbed the more than two hundred steps (Hermione was counting) until their way was blocked by a trapdoor.
Harry pushed the trapdoor open a little and looked around the cellar of Honeydukes. It didn't look too different from last year aside from the fact that there were more wooden crates and boxes, some of them which were marked by red letters in other languages; from Russian to Korean and from Spanish to French.
Harry climbed out of the trapdoor and helped Hermione out. The trapdoor closed and blended so perfectly with the dusty floor that it was impossible to tell it was even there.
The two witches crept slowly toward the wooden staircase that led upstairs. Harry sighed wishful as the smell of chocolate reached her. She was so distracted that she didn't hear the opening and shutting of a door.
Hermione pulled her out of the way and they found a small corner to hide. Even with the Invisibility Cloak hiding them from view, people could still touch them.
The girls waited until somebody started to walk downstairs. By the voice, Harry thought, it was Candice; the daughter of the owner of Honeydukes.
"Dad," Candice called out, "What do we need aside from Ice Mice?"
There was a moment of silence before she got a answer, "A box of exploding bonbons, sweetheart!"
Harry and Hermione observed as the blonde woman moved to the back of the cellar, moving a few boxes. Harry elbowed Hermione gently, getting a nod from the older girl before they climbed the stairs and reached the door at the top of the stairs.
Harry and Hermione walked around the counter and then moved toward a door on the corner which lead to the owner's office.
Thankfully, Honeydukes was almost empty without the crowd of Hogwarts students that visited it on every Hogsmeade weekend. Because of that, the girls didn't find any problem in getting inside the office.
Harry folded her Cloak, before giving it to Hermione who stuffed it inside her handbag; which was were they had placed all of their things.
Harry looked around the office for a moment before she found what she was looking for. Grabbing the small pot from the coffee table, she took a handful of the Floo Powder out of it. Hermione thanked her as Harry gave her a little of the glittering powder. The two approached the fireplace.
"I'll go first." Harry said. She was the only one who knew the address.
Hermione pursued her lips, "Just try to not ended up in Knockturn Alley again."
Harry grumbled, "I was twelve." Before the older girl could say anything, the small witch threw the powder into the flames of the fireplace.
With a roar, the flames turned emerald green and rose before Harry stepped right into it.
"Kittens' House!" She said before closing her eyes with a grimace. If there was another alternative, the raven haired girl would never use the Floo; it made her uncomfortable.
Harry tried to keep herself from panic as she felt like she was being sucked down a giant drain before her body started to spin without pause.
Cursing as she finally stepped out of the Floo, Harry shook her head; trying to make it stop spinning. A moment later, Hermione stepped beside her, holding the green eyed witch's arm so she won't fall face forward onto the cold floor.
Harry looked around the simple light green living room, ignoring the several cat toys on the floor or the familiar smell of cabbage. It had been a while since she last entered into this house.
"Where're we?" The green eyed witch heard Hermione ask.
"Mrs. Figg's house." Harry replied, walking into the kitchen. "My old babysitter."
Mrs. Figg was a Squib who lived not too far from the Dursleys and who had been told by Dumbledore to watch over Harry. The old woman had been there when Harry first received her Hogwarts letter and had always supported the young witch. Because of that and other reasons, Harry had asked the Goblins to send everything that she had brought from them to Mrs. Figg (There was also the fact that Hogwarts had wards which would have detected a illegal Portkey entering the castle).
She was one of the only adults the raven haired girl trusted.
"Oh, good, you're here. We have only a few minutes before the Portkey goes off." Mrs. Figg said when she saw the two girls.
The skinny grey haired woman moved away from the dishes, drying her hand with a towel. She grabbed a paper butterfly as well a shrunken file from the breakfast table and handed it to Harry who smiled.
"Hello to you too, Mrs. Figg." Harry said, stuffing the file inside the pocket of her hoodie and making a motion toward Hermione, "This is the friend I told you about."
Not many knew this but it was possible to use the Patronus Charm to send messages.
So while Harry had been using the school's owls to contact the Goblins, the green eyed witch decided to send Prongs to Mrs. Figg; warning the woman about what she was going to do and asking her to keep an eye out for any owl from Gringotts because Harry asked them to delivery a few things to her address.
Being a Squib, Mrs. Figg couldn't send a message back to Harry but the woman had sent a owl with a simple Ok note attached to its leg.
"Hermione Granger," The bushy haired witch said as she shook hands with Mrs. Figg, "Thank you for helping."
Thank you for helping Harry was what Hermione wanted to say but refrained from doing so. Mrs. Figg smile widely, understanding what the Muggleborn meant.
"Of course," The old Squib replied with a smile, "Any time." She looked at the girls, "Now, I have no idea of where you're going but I hope you'll be safe." Mrs. Figg narrowed her eyes at Harry, "Especially you, young lady."
Harry's eyebrow twitched.
Everyone always spoke to her as if she would go looking for trouble every year but she didn't! Trouble just found her! (Uh – Well… Ok… Maybe she had gone after the Basilisk in her Second Year but that thing had hurt her best friend! Harry wasn't going to let it have the opportunity of finishing the job later).
"I'll keep an eye on her," Hermione promised seriously before looking confused, "I also don't know where we're going though…"
They turned to stare at Harry. Unfortunately, Harry couldn't think of any reply that won't ended up with her being scolded, so she smiled and remained silent.
The thing was – She didn't know where they were going. All Harry had asked was for the Goblins to pick one of the several Potter properties around the world and send her and Hermione as far from Britain as they could.
Harry only hoped they won't ended up in the middle of nowhere. As much as she loved Hermione, the small witch would go insane with only the older girl for company.
"Harry…" Hermione said slowly, eyeing her friend with suspicion, "Where're we going?"
"Uh…" Harry tried to not look guilty.
By some divine intervention, which had the green eyed girl internally crying tears of joy, Harry was saved from answering when Mrs. Figg glanced at clock hanging on the wall.
"Oh my – Hurry, the Portkey is going off!" She waved one of her hands.
With a little of difficulty, each girl held one of the wings of the small paper butterfly, standing still.
I hate Portkeys, Harry thought, closing her eyes.
If the Floo was uncomfortable then a Portkey was ten times worse and dangerous. Too bad there was no such thing as a magical Underground. That would have been a much better way to travel… That if it wasn't anything like the Knight Bus.
Ok, she decided dryly, I…
"Have fun, girls!" Mrs. Figg said, her eyes still on her clock, "Three… two… one…"
Immediately, Harry felt as though a hook had jerked up suddenly, making her feet leave the ground. Her stomach turned over and over as Hermione's shoulder banged into hers and she felt as her body was being tossed around by a hurricane.
I, She didn'topen her eyes as she finished her thoughts from early, I hate all forms of magical travel! Harry screamed mentally.
Colin Creevey opened the dungeon door, beaming as he thought about the important task Headmaster Dumbledore had entrusted to him; find Harry Potter and take her upstairs.
Apparently, all the Triwizard Champions were being called. He didn't know for what exactly but since a reporter of the Daily Prophet was in the castle, the young wizard thought that it had something to do with an interview.
He was so excited; Colin could barely believe that someone had given him such important task. And even better! He would be able to talk to Harry's about the Tournament! Ever since her name came out of the Goblet, she started to disappear between classes with Hermione which made it impossible for anyone, even the teachers, to talk to her outside of the classroom.
The blonde walked up to Professor Snape's desk at the front of the dark room, trying to gather all of his Gryffindor courage when the man's dark eyes turned in his direction.
"Yes?" Snape asked curtly.
Colin kept smiling, although it looked a little weak, "Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs."
Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face.
"Potter," The Potions Master sneered, "And her little follower decided to not come for my class." Snape said coldly.
Colin's eyes widened a little before he turned to look around the classroom. There was no sign of Harry's messy raven black hair nor Hermione's honey brown curls.
The Third Year wizard gulped.
"I-I see…" Noticing the glint on Snape's eyes, Colin paled a little. "I-I'll be going then. Forgive me the interruption, sir."
Snape sneered once more but before the man could take down a few point from Gryffindor for wasting his time, Colin turned around and quickly stepped out of the classroom.
I need to tell Headmaster Dumbledore, the boy thought, What if something happened to Harry?!
No matter how much Harry or Hermione hated Snape, neither girl had ever skipped the man's lessons before. Potions was an important and useful subject.
Colin licked his dry lips and hesitated for a moment before he knocked on the door and entered. He looked around the small classroom, barely noticing how the desks had been pushed away to the back of the room or how three of them had been placed end-to-end in front of the blackboard and covered with a long length of velvet. Five chairs had been set behind the velvet-covered desks, and Ludo Bagman was sitting in one of them, talking to a witch in magenta robes that Colin recognized as Rita Skeeter; the most popular reporter of the Daily Prophet.
Viktor Krum (Oh my Merlin! It was Viktor Krum! He was in the same room as Viktor – No. Bad Colin! Priorities!) was standing moodily in a corner while Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour were conversing. There was a paunchy man, holding a large black camera (Colin wondered how much he paid for that camera) but he wasn't really important.
Bagman was the first occupant of the room to notice the nervous boy. The man got up quickly, bounding forward.
"Ah, where's our Champion number four!?" He looked around as if to spot Harry somewhere.
Colin winced and opened his mouth to answer when Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked into the room. The old wizard stopped when he saw the Third Year and knitted his eyebrows slightly when he didn't see Harry.
"Mr. Creevey? Where's Miss Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
Colin closed his eyes, refusing to look at the blue eyed wizard.
"I don't know!" He blurted out.
There was only silence at that. For a moment, it felt like he was the only one in the room and Colin forced himself to open his eyes, feeling uncomfortable.
Dumbledore didn't even blink as he stared into his eyes, "You don't know?" He asked calmly.
The blonde boy shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"Yes sir… P-Professor Snape said that neither Harry nor Hermione showed up to his class." The boy said.
Dumbledore frowned while McGonagall pursued her lips.
The others occupants of the room, especially Rita Skester, walked closer to them so they could hear what was going on.
The reporter unsnapped her crocodile-skin handbag and pulled out a long acid-green quill and a roll of parchment. The woman's smile was wide and she looked like she could barely stop herself from throwing her head back laughing happily. She didn't know exactly what was going on but the woman was smart enough to recognize a gold opportunity when she saw one.
"This isn't like them," Dumbledore said before turning to look at McGonagall, "Minerva, check the Gryffindor Tower and talk to the ghosts as well the other teachers."
McGonagall nodded seriously and walked out of the room quickly.
"Uh – Sir –"
Dumbledore interrupted him, "Mr. Creevey, you may go back to class."
The boy hesitated but knowing that he was being dismissed, he stepped out if the room. However, since he had free period at the boy, he hurried to find one of his classmates. Maybe someone knew where Harry was.
Unfortunately, while classes would later be cancelled and the students interrogated, no one would know the answer to this question.
What they did get a answer for was what the Goblet of Fire would do to Harry Potter; after all, no champion could stay too far from the castle's boundaries for more than a few hours without being punished for breaking the Tournament's magical contract.
And there was no doubt in everyone mind that Harry had left the castle along Hermione Granger. Not only the Headmaster couldn't find them, but Harry had also left a short note behind saying; I'm leaving. Don't expect me to come back.
The Goblet, however, hadn't punished Harry Potter as they thought it would.
The same day the green eyed witch left, a scream filled with pain tore through the Great Hall after everyone had sat down for dinner. The students, both from Hogwarts and from the two visiting schools, jumped on their seats, glancing up at the high table with wide eyes.
The teachers stood up, feeling lost as they watched their fellow teacher, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, hold his head as he screamed, moving out of his seat as he tried to walk out of the Great Hall.
Several students moved away or tried to take a better look at the man as he fell down, his whole body trembling as his skin started to boil and fall apart.
Soon, everyone found themselves staring at a unknown man who definitely didn't resemble the crazed old Auror that had been laying on the floor moments early.
Neville Longbottom was the first to react. Looking a little pale, if not green, he pointed a trembling finger at the man.
"B-Barty Crouch Jr!"
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TIMELINE!
July 31, 1990 – Henriette Celestia Potter is born
September 9, 1989 – Hermione Jean Granger is born
October 31, 2004 – Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire
November 1, 2004 – Harry talks to Hermione.
*Hermione says she is going with Harry and sends a letter to her parents
November 13, 2004 – Harry and Hermione learn about the Support Cedric Diggory/Potter Stinks badges and Harry asks for two badges and change them (After Charms)
*Harry and Hermione uses the Honeyduck secret passage to leave the castle (Lunch break)
*Colin comes for Harry only to learn that she skipped Potions with Hermione and hurries to tell Dumbledore (After Lunch – Double Potions)
*Harry and Hermione leave the country by Portkey (Some time after that, at Dinner, Barty Crouch Jr. has his magic taken away)