Disclaimer: I can only wish I owned Harry Potter.

Pairings: HG/SS, HP/GW

Chapter 7

Harry was dimly aware of the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, as he groggily opened one eye. He was lying on his back, Nehebkau curled on his stomach.

Harry stroked her scales with one finger, and she twitched in her sleep. He smiled sleepily and brought his hand to rest on his chest.

Instead of feeling his own skin, he felt a small, slender hand underneath his own. His heart leapt into his throat, and he held his breath. He slowly looked down at the hand and followed the arm, until his gaze landed on Ginny's sleeping face. He sighed in relief, the memories of the night before flooding into place.

He laid there quietly, studying the blissful ignorance depicted on her angelic face. Harry absolutely adored Ginny's long, red hair, which mirrored a blazing passion he knew was within her. Right then, he vowed to discover her secret passion. He knew she would become one of the most powerful witches of their time. 'She's smart, strong, and beautiful; a triple threat.' He thought to himself.

"GINEVRA WEASLEY, HARRY POTTER," The booming voice of Mrs. Weasley yelled from the doorway, effectively startling Harry, and Ginny woke with a yelp. Harry and Ginny sat straight up in bed, launching Nehebkau across the room. She landed in front of Mrs. Weasley with a soft thud. They both had guilty and terrified expressions on their faces as they looked at Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley stood tall, anger and shock written all over her face, and her hands on her hips. "Get out of that bed this instant. Don't ever let me catch you two sharing a bed again." Mrs. Weasley said, rage present in her tone. Harry and Ginny both leapt out of the bed as if it had just caught fire, and then Mrs. Weasley stomped out of the room.

Harry and Ginny sighed simultaneously, and Harry gave her a lopsided grin. "Next time, I'm locking the door." He said, picking up the angry snake, cooing to her softly.

Ginny couldn't help but grin, despite the seriousness of the situation. "You do know there will be a lecture coming." She stated grimly.

Harry gave her a quizzical look, "It can't be as bad as you make it sound." He said, a sick feeling manifesting itself in the pit of his stomach.

"One summer, when Charlie was entering his seventh year he invited his girlfriend to stay at the Burrow. Everything was fine, until mom walked in on them sleeping in the same bed. She sent his girlfriend home, with a letter for her parents, and everyone was subjected to her lecture." She began, "The lecture was followed by virginity tests and constant supervision of Charlie."

Harry stood there, horrified. "She made everyone take virginity tests?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"Yes." Ginny said, noting Harry's confusion. "Virginity tests can be completed by any medi-witch/wizard. There is a potion and a spell."

"She wouldn't … couldn't make me take one, could she?" Harry asked, hope sparkling in his eye.

"No, she can't make you take the test, only your legal guardian(s) can make you take one." She said. Harry sighed in relief, Ginny becoming intensely curious as to why a virginity test would scare him that much.

Ginny's thoughts were interrupted by her mother's screaming. "Fred, Hermione, get out of that bed this instant." Harry and Ginny shared a confused look. Mrs. Weasley was heard ranting about uncontrollable teenage hormones until the kitchen door was eventually closed behind her as she started serving up breakfast.

Harry and Ginny ran to Hermione's room, and were joined by Ron, and George, who were equally confused. All of them clambered into Hermione's room, seeing Fred smirking ear to ear, and Hermione beat red in the face, looking like she was struggling between tears, anger, and laughter.

George stepped toward Fred, "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, looking hurt.

Fred's face fell, and he looked at everyone in turn, his gaze landing on Hermione. "I believe some explanation is needed." He said matter-of-factly.

Hermione only nodded, continuing her internal struggle. Fred sighed, hoping Hermione would tell them. "Hermione and I aren't a couple. We were last year, for two months. The relationship was complicated, it was more of a close friendship between two people who needed someone to talk to, but were uncomfortable going to those we were closer to. We aren't a couple, but we are really close friends. We rely on each other for reasons we will not discuss with the rest of you until we are ready." Fred said. He sounded so mature, so unlike the prankster they all knew and loved.

Fred smiled at everyone, gave Hermione a hug, and then dragged George out of the room with him. Hermione, having finally regained control, checked her watch and swore loudly.

"Sorry, guys, as much as I'd like to sit here and be given the third degree, I have to get ready for my apparition test. Someone will be sent to pick me up in twenty minutes." Hermione said quickly, ushering everyone out of her room.

Ginny didn't seem as surprised by the Fred and Hermione situation as Ron and Harry were. Harry stopped with Ginny in front of Mrs. Black's portrait, telling Ron to continue on his way to the kitchen.

"Gin, do you want to see my room, now or after breakfast?" he asked her.

"Now. I may not get the chance if I wait. Mom will be watching us like a hawk." She said, smiling as she imagined her mother as a red hawk circling above their heads for the rest of summer.

Harry faced Mrs. Black's portrait, holding Ginny's hand. "Padfoot." He said. Mrs. Black's portrait swinging open and they entered his library.

Ginny looked around the library in astonishment. It was a gargantuan library, ornately decorated in black, greens, and grays. She ran her hand over the lifelike carvings of snakes on the black marble pillars. She was awed by everything in the library, especially the domed ceiling. She had never heard of anyone who could duplicate the charms on the ceiling of the great hall at Hogwarts before. It was long forgotten archaic magic.

Ginny pulled her gaze away from the ceiling, and smiled. "Harry, this place is wonderful." She said, wrapping her arms around his waist, looking up into the infinite depths of his emerald eyes.

He smiled warmly, and ran his fingers through her red hair. "We should go down to breakfast now." He said whilst sighing. "You know the password now, so you can come in when ever you wish, just don't touch the books on the table."

Ginny nodded her head, giving the books on the table a curious look. Then they headed down to breakfast, hand in hand.

Breakfast was fairly uneventful; Harry, Ron, and Ginny ate quietly, Fred and George hadn't shown up, and Hermione had taken a couple pieces of toast and left when Severus arrived to escort her to the ministry.

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Hermione followed Professor Snape to the same barn they had apparated to before, dropping her toast along the way. He hadn't talked to her at all, and strode purposefully through the streets ahead of her.

When they arrived at the musty, dank barn, Hermione remembered her sheep pajamas she had been wearing the last time she was here with him. 'He must think me nothing but a child.' She thought to herself, wondering why she would care what he thought of her. 'Because he is the only teacher who has never shown approval of you.' A little voice in the back of her head said.

She had always strived for his approval, but had failed miserably time and time again. She knew even if he did approve of her, he would never say so.

"Come here." Severus said, jolting Hermione out of her thoughts. She tentatively stepped forward, never having truly experienced joint apparition before. The other night didn't count, because she had been to intent on escaping her captor to truly appreciate the experience.

Severus stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, the scent of honey reaching his nostrils. 'Her hair smells like honey' he thought to himself. "Relax," he whispered in her ear, "It doesn't hurt."

She nodded, and sank into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him, molding her body to his own. She knew from her reading that it would drain less energy from him, the closer their bodies were. The smell of the potion's lab intoxicating her, assaulting her senses. She longed to be back there in the potions classroom, brewing potions, her one true passion.

Severus smirked, wishing the weasel could see this. He pictured them in the apparition chamber in the ministry. And with a loud crack they appeared instantaneously exactly where he had intended.

Hermione quickly disentangled herself from him, the butterflies in her stomach calming slightly. She didn't like how her body was reacting to the closeness of their bodies. 'For crying out loud, he's twice my age, hates me, and is my professor, what the hell is wrong with me?' she thought to herself.

'His intelligence rivals your own.' The tiny voice said.

'What's that got to do with it?' she yelled at the voice.

'You prize intelligence above all other attributes. Face it, you like him.' The voice replied rationally.

Hermione screamed in rage at the voice, incensed at the audacity of her own mind. 'I must be going insane, having a fight with my own mind.' She thought to herself. She rolled her eyes, and headed to the apparition testing room, Severus following behind closely, a thoughtful expression on his face.

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Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George were all in the sitting room playing chess, and exploding snap under the watchful hawk like gaze of Mrs. Weasley. As soon as Hermione got back, they knew the lecture would start.

Fred and George were sharing worried looks, Ginny just wanted to get the ordeal over with, Harry was apprehensive but unworried, and Ron was completely unfazed as usual.

There were a total of twelve explosions, and five games of chess before Hermione arrived. She walked in, her hair blown in every direction by the wind, a giddy smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were sparkling, "I passed on my first try." She said triumphantly, showing everyone her newly obtained apparition license.

"Congratulations." Harry said standing and giving her a hug.

"Yes, good job Hermione." Mrs. Weasley said. "If you both could sit, I have some things to discuss with you all." She continued sternly, her tone conveying she would brook no arguments.

Hermione adopted a more serious look and sat down on the sofa beside Ginny, and Harry sat in the chair he had occupied moments earlier. Mrs. Weasley stood before them, her stern expression still in place.

"I am disappointed in some of you. I know that you are teenagers, and you are becoming increasingly aware of your maturing bodies, but I expect you to control your urges when you are under the same roof as me." Mrs. Weasley began her tedious lecture, which lasts three hours. She went over every STD she could think of, warning them, that even in the wizarding world there was no cure for HIV/AIDS, and unplanned pregnancies, abortions, condoms, birth control potions, and abstinence. "I've arranged for you all to take virginity tests at St. Mungo's, so get ready, because we are leaving as soon as Arthur, Remus, and Severus arrive." She told them, shooing them out of the sitting room.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry began, "I will not take the virginity test, you cannot make me, and you cannot make Hermione take one either. If we wanted you to know whether we are virgins or not, don't you think we would tell you." He said.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, a wicked glint appearing in her eyes. "I have been made Hermione's legal guardian until she arrives at Hogwarts, and we'll see about taking the test when your guardian arrives." Harry looked at her horrified, she knew about Severus being his Godfather somehow. He couldn't believe she would force something so humiliating on them. He glared at her, slammed the sitting room door behind him, and walked to his room in a rage. The whole house was trembling from the amount of power emanating from Harry, his rage causing him to almost lose control of his magic.

Ginny who was in front of him could feel the rage filled magic coming from Harry. She turned to face him and almost yelped. His normally emerald eyes were completely black, as if his pupils had taken control. She could see the power rolling off of him in waves, shaking the whole house.

She had to calm him down, or this newly awakened power in Harry would completely take over, and Harry may inadvertently blow up the house. She grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her waist, and then she reached up, placing her arms around his neck. She began whispering to him softly, about nothing and everything, hoping to distract him. She could feel the air around them thickening and swirling around them, lifting them from the ground.

She was surprised that this display of raw power went unnoticed by the rest of the house. She looked into Harry's unseeing black eyes, seeing his power building, the rage burning. Her whispering wasn't helping, and she had to do something quick, so she did the first thing that popped into her head. She kissed him, passionately, trying to elicit a response.

Harry started to respond, the air thinning and calming, and they sank towards the ground. Once she felt the ground under her feet she pulled away, looking into Harry's' now emerald green eyes. She let out a sigh of relief.

"What was that Harry?" Ginny asked, looking at him confused.

"I don't know." He said, just as confused as her. "It was so powerful; I had no control over it. I could hear the air whispering to me."

"You should speak to Dumbledore as soon as possible, since you cannot control it." Ginny said.

"Ya, you're right, I will." He said in reply, resolving to speak with Nehebkau and Severus first. "We should get ready now." He said, giving her a quick kiss before disappearing in the direction of his room.

Arthur, Remus, and Severus arrived and they all headed to St. Mungo's; they took the Order's limousine. Only Arthur had heard the whole story, Remus had worked it out, and Severus was confused.

"So, which of you were caught this time?" Remus asked, a sly grin on his face.

Harry and Fred exchanged silly grins and raised their hands. Remus chuckled and Severus still looked confused.

"What exactly were you caught doing?" Severus asked sternly.

Mrs. Weasley said, "They were caught sharing their beds with the girls." She glared at the accused four.

Severus' eyebrows rose, "Really, that's why we're wasting our time going to St. Mungo's." he said, glaring at Mrs. Weasley.

Harry used the opportunity to get out of the test, "She's going to make everyone take virginity tests, even me." He said to Severus.

Severus' eyebrows managed to disappear into his hairline. "I will not allow you to subject Harry to such a humiliating test." He said.

Mrs. Weasley's jaws clenched and they entered a glaring match.

"How is it your right to say otherwise?" Remus asked, confused at the exchange.

Severus reluctantly pulled his glare away from Mrs. Weasley, "I am Harry's godfather." He said simply. Ron, Fred, and George gasped, Ginny looked surprised, and Hermione looked like she wasn't paying attention. Harry just sat there, staring out at the passing vehicles.

"What? You've got to be kidding." Remus said, flabbergasted.

Severus sneered at him, "I assure you that I'm not kidding. Albus was there when I was named, you can ask for his confirmation if you wish." He said.

"Bloody hell, what a nightmare." Ron said. Severus glared at him and Ron sunk lower in his chair.

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They were all squished into a small office in St. Mungo's, waiting for the medi-wizard to return with the potions. Severus and Harry were sitting in the corner, he was telling him about the recent development in his magic, Hermione and Ginny were sitting together, Remus and Arthur between them and Ron, and the twins, Mrs. Weasley was standing watching them all, her hawk like gaze never missing a thing.

The old, scraggly wizard arrived, pushing a cart with a tray of vials in front of him. He set the tray on his desk and pushed the cart out of the office. "Alright, who's first?" He said, peering over his glasses at the youths in front of him.

Fred volunteered, and he sat on the examination table. The medi-wizard handed him the vial and he swallowed the entire contents in one gulp. "Revealio virginitus statusis." The wizard waved his wand, a white glow encompassing Fred. "Virgin." The wizard said.

Fred smiled at the surprised look he got from his mother. George took his place and drank his vial. "Revealio virginitus statusis." The wizard said again, a green glow encompassing George. "Active." The wizard said.

George strutted back to his seat, Ginny taking his place. This was repeated with all the teens, besides Harry.

Ginny, virgin.

Ron, virgin.

Hermione, Active. Fred was the only one in the room who wasn't surprised.

"Hermy, why didn't you tell us you've had sex?" Ginny asked, confused.

Hermione climbed down off of the examination table, tears running freely down her cheeks. "Thanks, thanks a lot." She said, glaring at Mrs. Weasley. "I haven't had sex, consensual sex anyway." She said to her friends, her lip trembling. "I…I w…was r…raped." She burst into tears, and ran from the room, Fred closely on her heels.

Severus stood, beckoning for Harry to follow him. He stopped in front of Mrs. Weasley, "There is a reason why you shouldn't snoop in another person's privacy. You should be ashamed of yourself." He said, sneering at her, and then continuing out of the office with Harry.

"I'm sorry Harry; I don't know what it was that happened. But, it sounds as if a long dormant power in you has awakened. I'll talk to Dumbledore for you if you wish." Severus said.

"Yes, make sure you tell him that I believe it was triggered by rage. I let my emotions get away and I let the rage I was feeling wash over me and I could feel myself surrendering to the will of the power." Harry said to Severus.

They decided to wait in the limo for everyone, and found Hermione leaning on Fred, still crying, Fred doing his best to comfort her. The others arrived shortly after and they were on their way back to Grimmauld place. Mrs. Weasley would shoot guilty looks at Hermione every so often, and Hermione fell asleep on Fred's shoulder.

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"Enter." Albus Dumbledore's voice said. Severus stepped into the Headmaster's office.

"Ah, Severus, what brings you here today?" Albus asked, eyes twinkling.

Severus sat in one of the puffy chairs, taking the offered pixie stick. He held the neon orange plastic tube in his hand, looking at it with distaste.

Albus chuckled, and sent a slicing hex at the stick, the top cut cleanly from the rest. "Swallow the crystals inside the tube." He said, giving him an encouraging look.

Severus raised his eyebrow at Albus, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. He knew that sometimes his refusal would result in a public humiliation. The twinkle in Albus' eye told him that this was one of those times. He never knew what to expect from the candies he was occasionally forced to ingest. Last time he was forced to eat cockroach cluster, and before that, a chocolate dragon singed his eyebrows when the mini dragon had tried to attack him. The last time he refused was two years ago, and Dumbledore had replicated the Bogart Snape costume on him in front of the entire staff, luckily it wasn't in front of the students.

He plucked up his courage and downed the entire contents of the tube in one go, the overwhelming sweetness assaulting his taste buds. He swallowed and immediately regretted it, the sugary crystals scraping his throat. He started hacking and coughing, Albus coming to his rescue, thumping him on the back.

Albus returned to his seat, laughing jovially. Severus glared at him through watery eyes. "That was just plain cruel." Severus said.

Albus only smiled wider. "So, are you going to tell me what brings you here today, my boy?" Albus asked.

Severus seethed; he hated being referred to as a boy. "I'm here for two reasons, one is my own, and the other is on behalf of Harry." Severus began, "I wish to know of Lucius' true loyalties." He stated.

Albus leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, his hands together with his forefingers pointing skyward. "A good question and an answer entrusted to select few." Albus began, giving Severus a penetrating look. "Lucius has always, and will always be loyal to pureblood ideals. He entered the Dark Lord's service, believing the lies, the hollow promises, but secretly defected to the light, before even you."

"So he's a spy for the order?" Severus asked.

"Yes and no. He spies for the light, for me, and indirectly for the Order." Albus replied.

"What made him change loyalties?" Severus asked.

"Do you remember the night he was forced to surrender his wife for a dark revel?" Albus asked.

Severus thought for a moment, the memory of that night returning slowly. It was a night he truly wished to forget. "Yes." He replied in a hoarse whisper. "How could I forget my initiation night?"

"Your initiation was his defection." Albus said. Severus visibly shuddered at the memory of the dark magic, hate, malice, and raw power he had experienced in just that one night.

Albus allowed Severus a minute of reflection before asking, "What does Harry wish me to know?"

Severus told Albus about Harry's newly awakened power, seemingly triggered by his anger. Albus looked surprised, but pleased.

"If he has truly awakened his inherited abilities, then there truly is hope for the light." Albus said. "I'll visit him tomorrow to be sure."

"Are you going to tell me what this new ability is?" Severus asked, still completely baffled.

"If he truly has awakened it, then and only then, will I tell you." Albus said, dismissing Severus. "I can't even tell Harry unless he has awakened it."

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When they arrived at Grimmauld, Fred had carried Hermione to her room, had Ginny put her pajamas on her, and then he climbed into the bed beside her. Mrs. Weasley had protested fiercely, but Severus, strangely enough, fought tooth and nail with her for over an hour, and he won. He left after that, and Mrs. Weasley didn't try to separate them.

Harry and Ginny disappeared into the library, abandoning Ron and George. Harry was half way through his books, so he sat down to continue reading, Nehebkau draped around his neck. Ginny was lost amongst the shelves, admiring the selection of books. Harry was unsurprised to find that so far none of the books on vampires contained the information he required. Most of the books were fairly recent, written in the last century, and none were written by vampires. He had a feeling he would find the information he needed, but not through books.

He sighed, and stroked Nehebkau's green and black scales. Despite his blooming relationship with Ginny, and his caring friends, Harry still had an insatiable curiosity to know what death would feel like. Because of Ginny, he knew he could not be as reckless as he had at first planned. She was growing on him; it wasn't love, but an intense like. He knew it could be more, and perhaps already was for her. She would never forgive him for dying, he was sure of that, but he could experience death without truly dying, and he fully intended on experiencing it.

Unfortunately there was a serious flaw in his plan. There have been no known recordings of a wizard or witch who sustained their magical abilities after being turned. Only a handful of the turned witches and wizards gained a re-manifestation of their magic centuries later, and almost always was weaker than what they were born with. He couldn't wait centuries; he still had revenge to plan.

Harry smiled maliciously, fantasizing about how sweet his revenge would be. 'Bellatrix will beg for death by the time I'm through with her. Voldemort will slowly fade into oblivion at the point of my wand.' His thoughts matching his smile.

Ginny, with her impeccable timing, chose that moment to gaze in his direction. She was on the third floor, looking over the railing directly at Harry's face. The look on his face stopped her dead in her tracks; his face was twisted in a malicious, blood thirsty smile. A smile she had hoped to never have to see again in her life, the exact smile she had seen on the young Tom Riddle's face when he came out of the diary.

Harry, sensing her gaze, quickly schooled his features, banishing his thoughts of revenge. He took a second to make sure he was composed, and then flashed Ginny a toothy grin.

Ginny smiled back, but it didn't reach her eyes. She grabbed the book she had dropped, and proceeded towards the spiral staircase that would lead her to the bottom floor. She decided not to bring up what she saw, and plopped herself down on the sofa.

"What you got there, Gin?" Harry asked, referring to the ancient cloth bound book in her arms.

"I'm not quite sure. There's no title, and when my eyes skimmed over it on the shelf, I was hit with an uncontrollable urge to pick it off the shelf." She said in reply, a little confused, but she shrugged it off.

She opened the book, letting it fall open to whichever page, allowing gravity to do its work. The picture of a young witch dressed in animal furs standing in an open field, her hands reaching for the sky, appearing as the papyrus pages fell to each side. The wind was whipping around her, looking like a tornado, with her in the eye. Her eyes were bottomless, inky black orbs. The woman in the picture arched her back, and the speed of the wind increased, lightning striking the ground around her in five locations simultaneously. The charred ground where the lightning struck creating a five point star, the woman standing in the centre.

The woman brought her hands down, spreading her arms wide, palms facing outward. A ball of fire materialized in her right palm, water in her left. She sent the two elements towards the two bottom points of her star, the elements floating above the charred ground, her arms returning to their previous position. In her right palm a ball of the whitest light appeared, looking like a white flame. In her left palm a ball of the darkest shadows appeared, looking like a black flame. She sent these elements to the right and left points of the star, and then returned her hands to her sides.

The woman arched her back again, her face looking forward, a look of complete rapture appearing in her features. She brought her right arm around in front of her, palm down. The earth below her hand rumbling and groaning, as if it were being torn apart.

With a sickening crack a block of earth dislodged itself from the ground. The woman placed her left arm under the block, not touching it, with her palm facing upward. Slowly the block began breaking into pieces and swirling around in a circle. Bits of dirt, stone, grass, and the occasional bug, swirled around a piece of metal acting as the centre of gravity. It looked similar to what the core of the earth would look like; the mantle moving constantly around the core.

When the woman was satisfied, she slowly turned in the centre of the star to face the top point. She sent the swirling mass of earth to hover over the top point. The woman's face adopted a look of deepest concentration as the wind swirling around her picked up speed again, and started to grow in size, expanding itself so that it swirled around the outside of the star.

The woman began to hover above the centre of her star, and she kneeled in mid air. The fire in the bottom right point roared to life, shooting towards the night sky, becoming a pillar of fire. A red glow encompassed the kneeling woman, and when the glow disappeared, so did the column of fire. The water in the bottom left corner shot skyward, like a geyser, a blue glow encompassing the woman. The process was continued with the light; a white glow, the dark; a purple glow, and the earth; a brown glow. Finally the wind element rushed inward, closing around the woman and being absorbed into her body, a green glow encompassing her. When the green glow faded, she stood in mid air, and a black glow encompassed her. The black glow was so dark; the night sky looked bright in comparison.

The woman's eyes turned emerald green, her back arched in pain. Tears flooded from her eyes, as a loud clap of thunder sounded, and the ground below was charred, a black star forever burnt into the ground. The woman let out a blood curdling scream and then fainted. The black glow dissipated and a man, who looked, oddly enough, like Professor Dumbledore appeared, scooped the woman into his arms and left the picture, shaking his head, obviously displeased.

The same woman walked into the picture from the opposite side, as the picture replayed the events. The wizards of that time had only invented recorded pictures created from another's memory.

Ginny sat stunned speechless as she watched the display of raw power again. She looked at Harry, remembering his eyes going black, and the wind. Then she looked down at the picture, and then back at Harry, her mouth hanging open.

Harry noticed her awed look, and regarded her with a confused expression. "Gin, why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

Ginny snapped out of her awe, calming her nerves, and she carefully closed the book. She had a feeling that Harry would need this book, but it was imperative he didn't see it quite yet. "No reason, Harry." She lied and quickly stood, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and rushed out the portrait hole, book clutched tightly to her chest.

Harry watched her leave, Mrs. Black yelling at her to bring the book back. He shrugged his shoulders, returning to his reading.

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A/N: Next chapter they will arrive at Hogwarts, the real adventure begins.

I want you readers to review and tell me what house you wish Hermione to be sorted into and why.

And tell me if you would read a collection of drabbles that focuses on Fred and Hermione's past relationship that is hinted at in this fic. I have some written already but I won't post them if no one will read them. There just isn't room for them in this fic.

Reviews: thanx to all the reviewers. You're all the best!