So sorry about that. I accidentally deleted the draft I had for this chapter when i was "cleaning". I wasn't really paying attention. Haha.
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'Hermione's thoughts'
'Harry's thoughts'
Here's chapter 5!
Chapter Five
Hogwarts
Several months past, Harry's eighth birthday came and went. However, physically, he was eleven. Soon, it was the end of August and Harry and Hermione were packing their new trunks they had just gotten in Diagon Alley, which was a wizarding street and shopping area, where they got all of their supplies from. Each trunk had their initials on them. Harry's had "HJP", while Hermione's had "HGP". She was a Potter now so she put her new last name on it, but kept her last name as her middle initial.
Their Soul Bond was getting stronger every day. They could see more of what the other was seeing through their eyes. If fact, Harry saw a little too much of Hermione one day. He was in his room packing for Hogwarts, while Hermione took a shower. She had gotten out of the shower and was looking in the mirror at herself, drying her hair with a towel when she heard in her head, 'Whoa! That's what those look like?' Immediately, she knew what he was seeing and covered herself with the towel, blushing beet red.
'HARRY!'
'Sorry, sorry! Um...they're nice,' he replied back embarrassed.
Hermione suddenly felt the connection leave her eyes. She hurriedly got dressed and went into his room to scold him. "Harry James Potter!"
He laughed and couldn't stop. She launched onto him and tackled him onto the bed, laughing as well. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I couldn't control it! I couldn't control it! It's magic!" He laughed as she landed on him, playfully slapping him. His wounds were now all gone and some were scarred and etched into his skin forever. He blocked most of her hits and then smashed her upper body down on top of his to stop her. Her laughs echoing off of the walls.
When she settled down, he stared into her eyes and she stared back into his. 'You've made me so happy this past year.'
Hermione blushed beet red. "You deserve it, Harry." He smiled and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed him back. They were only eight in actuality, but looked about eleven-years-old physically. They did not kiss very passionately yet. They were to go to Hogwarts in a few days and were very excited about it.
When they went to Diagon Alley with Professor McGonagall, they had gotten their supplies, such as their books they were going to need for the schoolyear. Hermione felt like she was in heaven when they went into Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore in the shopping center. She almost bought as many books as she could before her mother scolded her for getting so many books she did not really need. Charlotte demanded that she put them back. Hermione did so muttering to herself.
'I'll get them for you one day, love' Harry had thought to her when she was putting them back.
Her day brightened when he said that and she smiled at him and thought back, 'Thanks, Harry.'
When they went to Gringotts, the magical bank that was ran by goblins, they found that Harry's vault was filled with money. He was informed by Griphook, a goblin, that he was from the richest magical family in the world. Harry had asked how much money he had and the goblin replied, "Almost too much to count, sir. About four billion galleons."
"Come on, Harry, get up now. You're okay," Hermione told her unconscious husband a few minutes later as he had fainted.
"Four million, you said?" Harry asked the goblin as he stood up.
"No, Mr. Potter, four billion, you are very wealthy. You also have various jewelry including many rings, necklaces, amulets. Come on, I'll show you." They followed Griphook to his vault. He opened it and their jaws dropped at the amount of money in it. Gold was everywhere! It almost blinded them. There was a small velvet box off to the side, along with many others of different shapes and sizes. This particular box, however, caught Harry's eye. He picked it up and opened it. Inside was the most beautiful diamond ring he had ever seen in his life. It was a twelve-carat diamond with a silver band. On the sides were two small emeralds. They matched Harry's eyes.
"Ah, that was your mother, Lily's, wedding ring," McGonagall told him. She smiled at the memory. "I have always loved that ring. Looked amazing on a Potter, too."
Harry smiled at his wife. "Here, I want you to have it." He held the ring out to her.
She backed away. "No, Harry, I don't want to damage it or lose it. It's too beautiful."
"And it'll be more beautiful if it was on your finger," he told her, making her blush. "Please, I insist."
Hermione hesitated, but held out her hand and Harry put it on her ring finger. "It's beautiful, Harry, thank you." She kissed him briefly.
They collected the money they needed and left to go shopping some more. They went to Eyelop's Owl Emporium and Harry got a Snowy Owl, which he named Hedwig. McGonagall took them to Ollivander's, which was the wand shop to get their wands.
It was a long process, the first forty-five minutes consisted of Mr. Ollivander measuring their arms in strange ways. From longest finger to shoulder. From elbow to other elbow. From elbow to the ground. From chest to shoulder. And many other peculiar measurements.
Eventually, they found wands that suited them. They gave off great, golden sparks and the two knew these were the ones. Harry's wand was fifteen inches, made of holly with the core tail feathers of a phoenix. Hermione's was made of vine and was ten and three-fourths inches. It had dragon heartstrings in it. They loved their wands. It made them feel powerful. They wanted to use them really bad, but McGonagall told them that underage students were not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. The Grangers were satisfied with that.
After they got their school supplies, McGonagall treated them all with ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, which the children were very happy about. Harry got plain vanilla, while Hermione chose strawberry.
When they got back home, they bade McGonagall farewell and settled down for the day.
Harry walked over to the grand piano and sat down on the bench. He touched a few keys randomly, a little bored. Hermione watched him with a small smile. He had really grown up as the year went by. He was not that much shy anymore. He was calm and loving.
"You never told me about your piano. It was just something I bypassed," he told her without looking up from the keys. He could hear her heartbeat near.
"Well, I used to play but I stopped after you came along."
"Why? If you loved it so much, why did you quit?" he asked confused.
"Because I found something I loved more," she said with a smile.
He smiled back. "Okay, I want to hear you play." He tapped the space next to him and she came and sat down. She put her hands on the keys and began to play a sweet tune. Now that her mind was older, she was no longer playing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star". The sweet tune made Harry want to cry. It was the first time he had ever heard the piano. He knew what it was. He knew what it did. Just never heard it before.
He stared at her playing and a tear rolled down his face. "How...how do you play it?"
"You just play what you feel." Hermione closed her eyes and played by her heart.
Harry listened as the tune matched her heartbeat. He smiled.
It soon came time to go to Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione packed their trunks in the back of the SUV and got in it with Charlotte and Jacob and they drove to King's Cross. McGonagall was there to bring them through Platform Nine-and-Three Quarters. All four of them thought that was nuts. There can't be a three quarter platform. But she was right and she demonstrated it. She walked through the wall between platforms nine and ten and walked right back out. The Grangers could not go through, however, since they were Muggles. Therefore, they had to say their 'goodbyes' to Harry and Hermione out there.
"Take care of Hermione, okay, Harry?" Jacob said giving him a hug.
"Yes, sir. Will do," he replied with a smile.
They each hugged a child and then switched.
"We'll be back for Christmas," Hermione reassured. "And we'll owl don't worry."
Then the three of them walked through the barrier out of their sight.
Harry and Hermione gasped at what they saw. A blood-red train whistled and steam rose up. "Ten fifty-five. We better get on the train," McGonagall ushered them towards the stationmaster and gave them their trunks and Hedwig's cage. Then, they got onto the train and tried to find an empty compartment. McGonagall had to go and sit with the staff. They finally found one at the end of the train.
They sat down and waited for the train to leave the station.
They arrived at Hogwarts that night. The two had to change into their robes before they got off the train. When they looked outside, they saw a wonderous sight. Hogwarts Castle was massive. It was mounted on rock and near a large lake. It was made of stone and spires and long walls. A covered bridge connected the castle to its grounds.
A giant of a man with thick black hair and beard walked up to them. "Firs' Years! This way! Firs' years ov'r 'ere!" They followed the rest of their fellow classmates to him and he introduced himself as Rubeus Hagrid the groundskeeper of their new school.
As they got in small boats that could only fit four people, they got to see more of the castle. Far out in the distance, they saw a small hut and wondered who lived there. When they got to the castle, they got out of the boats and began up stone steps into the Entrance Hall where Hagrid turned them over to McGonagall. The two Potters smiled at her and she gave a small one back.
"Hello, I am Professor McGonagall, your Headmistress. Through these doors is where your fate lies. You are to be sorted into your school Houses: either Brave Gryffindor, Clever Ravenclaw, Loyal Hufflepuff, or Cunning Slytherin. After you are sorted, you are to sit with your Houses," she explained.
'I hope we are sorted in the same House, Harry' Hermione spoke to him through their Bond.
'Yeah, I wouldn't want to separate from you' he agreed and grabbed her hand.
"Come with me."
They followed Professor McGonagall through the giant oak doors into the Great Hall. It was magnificent. Lighted candles were floating in the air above their heads. Four long tables lined the Hall. They were seated with many students, but one end of each table was vacant for the newcomers. Hermione noticed that at every table, they wore the same color ties. One table wore green and silver. The next one wore yellow and black. Another one wore blue and black and the last wore red and gold. Hermione knew exactly what they were for. They were each of the Houses. She had read it in Hogwarts, A History. At the end of the hall was another long table filled with adults of all sizes. Harry noticed Hagrid sneak in from the back and sit down. He guessed they were the teachers and faculty.
McGonagall lead them up to the front where a large, old hat was resting on a stool. "When I call your name, I want you to come up and I'll place the hat on your head and you'll be sorted into your Houses. Sarah Albert."
A red-haired, nervous girl walked up to the stool and sat down. McGonagall placed the hat on her head and it began to speak. Yes, SPEAK!
"Ah, you have a lovely mind. Mmm...yes...I know just where to put you. HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table that had the yellow and black ties stood up and clapped and cheered as she walked over to their table and sat down. The hat continued through the names until it got to,
"Harry Potter," McGonagall called.
There were whispers as he walked up to the stool. He sat down and the hat was placed on his head. "Ah, young Mr. Potter, I see your mind is very peculiar. Very interesting. You are Bonded. You are actually only eight-years-old. But your mind has surpassed that. You have loyalty to your Bondmate. I see a bit of trickery here. Hmmm...this is difficult. Very difficult. Ah! I know where to put you! Your bravery will come in handy. GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry smiled and stood up as the hat left his head. He grinned at Hermione as he passed her to sit down. 'Good luck, my love' he thought to her.
'Thank you, Harry' she thought back.
"Hermione Potter." There were more whispers being heard in the Hall. Hermione sat on the stool and the hat was placed on her head. "Another Potter?" The hat was confused. "Oh, so you are the Bondmate. Hmm...very clever girl. Very loyal. No trickery. Your Bondmate will be needing you. GRYFFINDOR!"
Hermione grinned as she walked over to sit next to her Mate. She sat down and continued to watch the Sorting Ceremony.
After the Ceremony, an old man in strange, purple robes stood up and clapped his hands. "Let the feast begin!" Suddenly, food appeared in front of them and they ate until they were stuffed.
"So, are you really Harry Potter?" an Irish boy asked him.
"Yes," he said simply.
"I'm Angus Connelly. And you are his sister?" he asked Hermione.
She smiled and shook her head. "No, silly, I'm his wife."
Angus widened his eyes, but Harry and Hermione just went back to eating their dinner. The Irish boy just shrugged and went back to eating as well.
After the feast, they were sent to their rooms However, McGonagall found them before they could leave the Hall and stopped them. "Come with me."
They followed her through the castle, gasping in awe of the moving and talking paintings. They soon came across a portrait of what looked like two lovers. It was a man and a woman dressed in clothes that looked a thousand years old. The man had reddish-brown hair and was wearing a red v-neck shirt with maroon trousers. The woman was wearing an elegant blue dress and had raven-black hair. They both looked to be in their twenties.
"Ah, Professor McGonagall. You have two new guests?" the man asked smiling at them.
"Yes, Godric, this is Harry and Hermione Potter. They have been Bound. Harry, Hermione, this is Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw, two of the four Founders of Hogwarts," the old witch introduced.
"Wait, Gryffindor? Our House?" Hermione asked.
"You two got into Gryffindor?" Godric asked. He clapped his hands. "Splendid!"
"Anyway, these are your rooms. It's a guest suite. Usually for Bound couples. However, there are two bedrooms. I expect you to use it. The password is 'Griffin'," she instructed. "You are to report to your classes tomorrow at eight. Breakfast starts at six. Your uniforms are in your rooms. Thank you and goodnight," she smiled and left them.
"Griffin," Harry said and the portrait opened to reveal a magical room.
Their eyes widened with awe as they gazed upon their new Common Room.
It was red and blue all around. Not a very good combination of colors, but they didn't mind at all. A roaring fire was lighting up the dark room, showing them portraits of smaller versions of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. It was clear the two were completely in love. Hermione smiled at a portrait of the two dancing. There was a large table over to the side. A bookshelf lined a wall. A couch and two armchairs were in front of the fire.
Harry watched as Hermione yawned. 'Come on, I'm beat. Let's go to sleep.'
'Okay, but do you want to share a room?' she asked him.
'We better not. McGonagall expects us to use our own rooms.'
'You're right, but just for tonight.'
He nodded. 'Tomorrow we'll sleep in my room.'
They descended the stairs and found two doors. Hermione opened one and Harry opened the other. Harry's room was a mirror image of Hermione's. There was a king-sized, four-poster bed against the wall. His trunk lay right in front of it. Hedwig was sitting on a roost, hooting at the sight of her master. There was a desk in the corner and a door that must lead to the bathroom. He was tired so, he went to his trunk and opened it.
He heard a noise behind him and heard Hermione's heartbeat getting closer. He looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione walking in. "Goodnight, Harry." She bent down and kissed his lips. He kissed her back and said, "Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you, too."
TBC...
Yeah, I know. Not as good as they used to be. I'm sorry. Writer's block! Ahhh!
I know the piano scene was a little random, but got the idea from Kyle XY and really wanted to put it in.
Anyway, that was ch. 5.
(07-10-10) UPDATE: yea, thanx for anyone who noticed the boat/horseless-drawn carriage fiasco. i changed it to a boat.
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