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Harry sighed as he listened to the argument happening behind him. He rubbed his forehead as he felt a headache forming. "Hermione…I appreciate what you're doing but I don't want to cost you your friendships."

She stopped mid-rant and glared at him. "Jameson…and I told you, until Ron grows up, I don't want to see him." She narrowed her eyes at Matthew, who was the unfortunate messenger, "tell Ron to go fuck himself." She grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him further ahead of Matthew and she didn't stop until they were in front of the great hall.

She paused and frowned. Harry could sense where her thoughts were going, so he decided to take pity on her. This time, he was the one who grabbed her hand and led her down a hallway. He finally came to a stop in front of a painting of a bowl of fruit.

Hermione raised her eyebrow in confusion, "why are we standing in front of a bowl of fruit?"

Harry smirked, "this my dear Hermione is the answer to your prayers." He reached up and gently tickled the green pear which laughed and turned into a door handle. Harry pulled the door open and ushered Hermione inside and over to a table.

Her eyes were wide as they took in the kitchen's of Hogwarts and the hundreds of elves who instantly rushed over in their haste to feed the two. She glanced at Harry, "how did you know about this?"

Harry looked up from his lunch and swallowed, "James and Sirius told me about it. They said if I ever needed to get away from the stares of the great hall, I should come and eat in the kitchen."

She smiled, "those two."

Harry winked at her, "they also showed me a way to get into Hogsmede…we should go sometime."

She frowned and rolled her eyes but began to eat lunch with Harry. The time passed and Harry was amazed at how fast it went by. It seemed the Hermione in this world was just like the one in Harry's old world.

He bit his lip, "Hermione…I'm serious. I don't want to come between you and Ron."

She closed her eyes and shook her head, "it's not your fault Jameson. I was already thinking of breaking it off with Ron anyway…" she trailed off with a quiet sob. Harry frowned and moved to sit next to her and wondered what she had heard. "I found this one day on my wrist." She moved the bracelet on her wrist and Harry's eyes almost bugged out of his head. Neatly printed on her wrist was the word Amore in a pretty black calligraphy.

"When did you get a tattoo?"

She gave a laugh, "it's not like that Jameson. This is the mark of my soul-mate. It's Italian and I only know of one Italian…and he's not someone Ron would find acceptable."

Harry scowled, "Blaise."

She nodded. "That's right, but I'm not going to do anything about it. Blaise is on the other side of the war and he probably wouldn't want someone like me anyway." She stood up and grabbed her bag, "it's time for class."

Harry had no choice but to follow her and the rest of the day, he was lost in his thoughts. His mind drifted back to the mark on his shoulder. With the matching mark on Draco's shoulder and what had happened in his head dorm room, it wasn't hard for Harry to figure out that they were soulmates. It would explain why Harry could sense Draco's emotions.

"Watch it Evans."

He blinked and glanced up to see the very person on his mind. The Italian was certainly one handsome male with his longish black curly hair that was paired with intense aquamarine eyes. His skin was a rich olive complexion and he had just the right amount of muscles and strength.

Blaise crossed his arms and smirked, "like what you see?"

Harry coughed as he felt his face grow warm. "No…now if you'll just excuse me…I have to go to the library."

He was about to make a run for it when his eyes landed on the inside of Blaise's wrist. Blaise followed his gaze and sighed, "don't tell anyone."

Harry's eyes widened, "why? Aren't you fighting for…"

Blaise closed his eyes, "I know it can never be and this is my way to protect her…if I die in this war, she'll be free and I'll have done my duty."

Harry didn't know what to say but he was oddly touched at the action. As Blaise walked away, he clenched his fists and was more determined than ever to beat Voldemort. His first order of business…he headed to his favorite room.

When the cluttered room reappeared, Harry narrowed his eyes and tried to remember where the diadem had been located. After an hour of searching the stupid room, he was at his wits end. He snapped his fingers as the answer came to him, "accio diadem!"

For a few seconds nothing happened and Harry was afraid that he had failed when suddenly something came rushing towards his head. With his seeker skills he caught the diadem before it flew over his head.

Bringing it down, he simply stared at the object in his hands. He could feel it pulsating in his hands and he was inwardly disgusted with himself at the reaction. Now, he just needed a way to destroy the thing. Harry wondered if the snake was still around. It looked like he was going to the chamber. He looked at his watch and decided that he would go later that night once everyone was asleep.

Hours later, once he was sure that everyone was asleep, Harry made his way to the girl's bathroom. He cautiously peeked inside, "hello?"

It was silent. Harry frowned. Was Moaning Myrtle not a ghost in this world? If not, then how off was this world compared to hid old one? Deciding that it was safe, he made his way over to the sink and spotting the small etched snake drawing hissed, "open."

Slowly, the sink gave way to the darkness of what was beneath. Harry swallowed and quickly jumped down into the darkness. He landed softly and whipped out his wand, "lumos."

The wand tip lit up and Harry slowly made his way down the dark and damp hallway. He came to the second door and hissed, "open," and made his way into the chamber. It was just like he remembered except that there was no snake carcass.

Harry swallowed and summoned a couple of roosters and closing his eyes hissed, "speak to me Slytherin of the Hogwarts four."

He heard the mouth of the statue open and the thunk of the body as the snake made it's way into the open chamber. Harry raised the rooster's and the basilisk hissed as the rooster crowed and finally the snake dropped to the ground.

Harry gathered his courage and peaked open his eyes. The snake's eyes were closed and the great body was unmoving. Harry let out his breath he had been holding. Now all he needed was to get the venom. As he was pondering what to do there was flash of light and he grinned, "Fawkes!"

The majestic bird flew over and landed on Harry's shoulders. Harry laughed as Fawkes nipped at his ear, "hey now…are you here to help?"

The bird let out a musical trill and Harry took that as a yes, so he made his way to the mouth of the snake and ripped out one of the fangs. He hissed in pain as the venom made contact with his skin but it was worth it as he took out the diadem and stabbed it through. There was a loud hiss and as the diadem cracked, black smoke evaporated into the air.

Harry threw down the broken diadem and knelt down on the ground. Fawkes trilled and a few tears fell on Harry's hand and he watched as they worked their magic leaving a small scar. He petted Fawkes on the head, "thanks Fawkes."

After one last nip on the ear, the bird flew off. Harry pursed his lips and smirking to himself chose to make use of the basilisk for a little cash. He soon left the chamber with plenty of resources that he would take to Diagon Ally and get rid of. He couldn't wait.

Ron snarled into his breakfast. Matthew sighed, "what's wrong Ron?"

Neville sighed beside Matthew, "you mean you don't know? Have you seen them?" He nodded his head and Matthew frowned. "Well…it's your own fault. Hermione can be friends with whoever she wants to. There's nothing wrong with Jameson."

Ron snorted, "your under his spell just like she is. He's bad news and I know it."

Ginny and Neville rolled their eyes. They had had this argument ever since Jameson was sorted into Slytherin and it was frankly driving them over a wall. Neville began to peel an orange, "Matt is right. He's actually really good at defense. He's helped me a lot."

Ron glared at his friend, "Nev…not you too! This is an outrage and I'll prove it."

Matthew shared a glance with Neville and both boys knew that this would not end well. Ron only gathered steam as the course of the day went on and by the time classes were over, he was a ticking time bomb.

Hermione was sitting over by the fireplace doing homework with Ginny when Ron stormed into the common room. Matthew and Neville followed at a more sedate pace, trying to calm the angry boy down.

Hermione glared at Ron, "what are you doing Ron?"

Ron took out his wand and started casting diagnostic charms all over her. "There is something wrong with you. There's no way you would be friends with a snake, willingly."

Hermione gasped in anger. "How dare you! I can be friends with whoever I want."

Ginny frowned at her brother, "Ron…stop this. You're making it worse."

Ron was suddenly quiet. Hermione froze when she realized what had made him go quiet. He ripped her wrist closer to him and he was turing white in his anger. "What is this?"

Hermione bit her lip and pulled her arm to her chest, "it was private…and it's my business."

Ron narrowed his eyes at her, "a snake? Hermione…what's happened to you?"

Ginny, Matthew and Neville were confused. Hermione was fuming at what Ron had done. "I can't believe you Ronald," she hissed. They all took a step back at her tone as she continued, "nothing has happened to me…I am as sane as ever and for your information…at least he knows how to treat a woman." She grabbed her stuff, "this is goodbye Ronald. I never want to speak to you again." She stormed out of the now silent common room.

Ginny crossed her arms, "nice going Ronald."

Ron was furious, "you knew?"

Ginny snorted, "of course I knew! I was one of the first people she showed." She grabbed her stuff as well, "your a prat." She stormed off after Hermione.

Neville coughed, "would someone like to tell me what just happened?"

Ron ignored him and stormed up to their room. Matthew had a vague idea. "I think…Hermione got a soul-mate tattoo."

Neville raised an eyebrow. Like Matthew, he had been raised knowing about soul-mates. "Then isn't that a good thing?"

Matthew bit his lip, "not if he was in Slytherin."

Neville slowly nodded, "ouch. Poor Hermione."

Matthew stood up, "come on. Let's go calm down Ron."

It was almost mid-october and the dueling tournament was drawing close. Harry had returned from the room of requirement after one particular grueling practice when he noticed something was off.

He got the news off of Ginny and he had immediately set off to find Hermione. He found her in her rooms and he didn't say anything as he sat next to her. After a few minutes, "Ron is a jerk. Want me to hex his balls off?"

Hermione hiccuped laughed but shook her head, "as much as I would appreciate it, no thanks. We should leave Ron some dignity."

Harry was silent and he gently grabbed Hermione's hands in his own, "Hermione…I'm here if you need me. Don't forget that."

She gave a sad smile, "it's strange. You've just gotten here yet you seem so much closer then Ron ever was."

Harry didn't say it was because they were friends in another life. Hermione was smart but she wasn't stupid. She would never believe it plus she would go off on the paradox it created. The door opened and Draco entered. He took one look at the two lions and softly shut the door.

He didn't stop until he was directly in front of the two and Harry wondered what Draco was going to do. He was surprised when a white tissue was extended to Hermione, who took it with slight shock. "Malfoy?"

Draco closed his eyes and gave a sad smile, "Weasley is a right bastard and you shouldn't have had to go through that. Soul-mates are meant to be private between the two."

Hermione took the tissue with a perplexed expression. Draco started to head back to his room, "Blaise told me. Don't worry. He has no intention to tell anyone else. You'll be safe." He shut the door to his room behind him.

"Well that was strange, " Harry commented.

Hermione bit her lip, "what did Malfoy mean…about not telling anyone?"

Harry sighed but decided that she had a right to know. "Blaise is going to keep it a secret that you two are soul-mates, so that you'll have a chance of staying alive. He's doing it to protect you."

Voldemort looked out the window. The meeting had just adjourned and he was pondering this recent development. A tournament. How genius. He would need to figure out a way to watch this, it would be interesting to see his future followers and what they could do.

"My lord…you called for me?"

Voldemort slowly turned around and stared down at Severus Snape, "I did. I have heard of this dueling tournament and I wish to watch it. I trust that Hadrian will be partaking?"

Snape nodded his bowed head, "that is correct master."

Voldemort smiled, "perfect. I trust you to make it happen. Now, tell me…now is dear Hadrian?"

Snape swallowed, "Hadrian is perfect as you taught him to be. He's first in all his classes and is well liked by everybody."

Voldemort smirked, "I created a masterpiece, did I not? Enough about Hadrian…what of that fool Dumbledore?"

Snape took a deep breath, "Dumbledore is beginning to suspect."

Voldemort frowned. That was bad news and news that could put him out for good. "You know what to do then?"

Snape paused but nodded. "Yes, Master."

Voldemort turned back to the window, "very well. You may leave."

He could sense Snape's hesitation and turned to see the man still in the room, "what is it?"

Slowly from within Snape's robes he pulled out an envelope and handed it to Voldemort. "This is from Hadrian."

Voldemort took the envelope and opened it as Snape finally left the room. He gripped the parchment and glanced over Hadrian's words. He started to seethe with anger. Expecting some form of reconciliation it was instead a warning.

It was a simple sentence:

Father,

I will do everything in my power to destroy you.

Stay tuned! The tournament will be next chapter, so look forward to it.

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