Chapter 3: sister's arrival

The door to Harry's room slammed open, causing Harry's eyes to fly open. His hand reached for his wand and within a matter of seconds, Harry was sitting up with his wand pointed at the intruder. It took Harry all of five seconds to realize that he was pointing his wand at Hermione, his sister. He lowered his wand and ran a hand over his face before he looked back at her. Hermione seemed to be in shock at the way Harry looked for she just stood in the doorway with her mouth open.

"Close your mouth, flies might get in." he smirked.

"Oh my Merlin..." she took a step forward and Harry watched with raised eyebrows as she suddenly ran across the room and hugged him tightly, "Oh Harry!"

The raven haired boy grimaced,"ok ow! Hermione let go!" he groaned.

She gasped and let him go, "oh I'm sorry. You look horrible Harry." she told him, looking him over.

"Really? Because I feel sooo awesome." he grumbled as he got out of the soft bed and stretched. He winced when his back and several other things cracked loudly.

Hermione's eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of Harry's badly bruised back. Her motherly instincts kicked and she took off her bag, going through it for a new minutes before she pulled out what she needed. Harry watched his sister pull out potion vials and set them on the bed.

"Take off your clothes Harry. I need to see how badly your wounds are." she told him.

Harry nodded and began stripped off his bloody pajamas. He didn't feel any embarrassment in being in his boxers in front of Hermione because this wasn't the first time that Harry had Hermione heal him. She instructed him to lie on his back and he did as he was told.

Hermione felt all the air leave her as she looked over her brother's body. Not one part of him was left un-bruised or un-bloodied. His uncle apparently took much joy in causing her brother pain. She was just glad that she had begun learning how to be a healer from Madam Pomfrey, the healer at Hogwarts. It made her happy that she could be of some help to Harry. She began the healing process by giving Harry potions that would help him such as a blood replenisher, a nutrient potion that would help his frail body to get what it needed, wound cleaning potion, and bruise healing paste was used last and would have to be used everyday until his bruises were gone. She used murtlap essence for his cuts and small wounds. Once she was done with that Hermione placed her hands on Harry and began to heal him, a soft blue glow covering them as she healed him.

"Ok I'm done for now, I'm going to have to look for a potion to deal with your scars." she told him, looking at the work FREAK carved into right arm and MURDER carved into his left one.

When she asked about then word on his left arm, Harry told her that his uncle heard how Cedric died in the tournament and how Sirius died in their fifth year. He said that Harry killed them just like he killed his parents. This caused Hermione to become extremely mad, how dare that bloody muggle call Harry a murder! Harry was one of the most loving people she met; he just needed someone to love him in return.

Hermione sat behind Harry and gently wrapped her arms around him, pulling him back and allowing him to rest his head on her chest. She ran a hand through his hair absent mindedly; his wild locks were as soft as silk between her fingers, as she hummed some random tune. They stayed like this for Merlin knows how long. Harry never felt as safe as he did when Hermione held him. Closing his eyes, he could imagine that if his mother were alive she would have held him like this.

A few minutes later, Kreature popped into the room and placed a tray of food in the room for them. Harry and Hermione stood up and walked over to a little table and two chairs that were placed near a big window that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Now that he was more awake, Harry looked around the room. The room was a dark blue with silver trimming around it and the floor was covered in plush white carpet. The bed they were just sitting on had black blankets on it. There were two doors, one leading into what Harry assumed to be a closet and the other heading to the bathroom. There were some book shelves placed against one of the wall, a few windows over looking the gardens, two black dressers, and at the foot of the bed sat Harry and Hermione's trunks.

They talked as they ate and Harry told Hermione what happened when he got home after calling her. How his uncle abused him for days and days on end, how his uncle locked back under the stairs again, and the thing that really set Hermione off was the fact that Dumbledor knew about it all and was paying Harry's horrible uncle. Harry let a small smile appear on his face as he listen to Hermione rant about how as soon she was seventeen she was going make the people who dared to hut Harry in the most horrible way she magically can.

Harry let the smile grow bigger as Hermione talked about them getting resorted when they got back to Hogwarts, that way they can be in the house they were suppose to be in and not have to deal with those "damn traitorous red heads" as she so fondly called them. Harry was feeling a thousand times better with his sister's arrival and the day had just begun!

Dezzy: I unfortunately have some bad news. My laptop is broken therefore I am unable to update the chapters I have written on my ipad to fan fiction for awhile. So when my laptop gets fixed I'll start uploading more chapters. I already have 3 chapters done, one for each of my stories, but they won't be up yet. Sorry please bear with me. Also I would love it if you all answered the poll on my profile concerning this story. It will help me alot and once I know what to make Harry and Hermione's creature inheritance, because alot of you want original kind of spin on the creature which is what ill be giving you, and ill be able to get more chapters out sooner. SOOOOOO the more of you that answer the poll the faster I'll get the chapters out, Ta Ta!