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"What? Where am I?" Hermione asked out loud groggily as her eyes fluttered open. She was lying on something soft and felt warm and refreshed. Slowly the room came into focus, and Hermione saw that she was lying on a queen-sized bed and covered with a Gryffindor scarlet quilt. The door to the bedroom opened and an older woman with graying brown hair and warm blue eyes entered, and was carrying a tray of tea.
"Ah, you are up," the woman said, smiling gently at Hermione. The woman's kind face and tone immediately calmed Hermione who was struggling to remember where she was.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked, trying to place the woman's face but she was coming up empty.
"I wondered if you would remember, we have only just met," the woman said with a chuckle. "I am Annabeth Potter, James' mother."
Hermione's mouth fell open as everything came rushing back to her. She and Harry had traveled back in time, all the way back to 1978, and had met James and Lily Potter, Sirius, Remus and Pettigrew, along with Harry's grandparents on both sides. But what was she doing in this bed, where was Harry? The last thing she remembered was being in Harry's grandfather's, Charlus, office, and the man had just said that Britain was one of the more progressive magical countries around the world when it came to muggleborns, that some countries went as far as to kidnap children from their muggle parents in order to raise them in the magical world.
I am sure it was quite a shock," Annabeth said, sitting down on the bed next to Hermione. The tray of tea was put down on the night table.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked.
"Charlus told me why you fainted," Annabeth answered gently. "It is a lot to take in, even for a half-blood like me."
"Why would anyone agree to support such a thing?" Hermione asked.
"Fear of those they do not understand," Annabeth said. "Most witches and wizards have never interacted with a muggle unless they are an Obliviator. Our world fears discovery by the muggles more than anything else, even another Dark Lord. There are some of us who believe that we will eventually be discovered by the muggle world, and that we need to make sure that discovery is done in a peaceful manner."
"How?" Hermione asked.
"We don't know, yet at least," Annabeth admitted. "No one does, and that is the issue."
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked.
"All of the ideas that have been brought forward are completely foolhardy," Annabeth said. "Wild and crazy ideas of bringing our worlds together, the problem is that most of the ideas were brought up by purebloods, or half-bloods who have spent the majority of their lives in the magical world, people who haven't spent any meaningful time in the muggle world. In order to bridge the worlds, we need someone who had kept their feet in both worlds, a muggleborn who has the strength to stand up to all the doubters and bigots. Perhaps you could speak with Ms. Evans, she might try and hide it but I can see that she is torn between the magical world with her friends and my son, and the muggle world with her parents and sister. Much like you were, I am sure."
Hermione looked up at Annabeth who just gave the young woman a kind smile.
"Now, I want you to lay back down and relax, and I will send up that rather handsome friend of yours," Annabeth said, laughing slightly at Hermione's blush. "He has been quite concerned about you. He cares very deeply for you, you know."
Hermione nodded. "We are best friends, have been for years now," she said. "We are all each other has in the world."
"Dear, that young man will walk through the gates of Hades himself for you," Annabeth said. "Do not let him get away, there are too few men like him in the world."
"Oh, we are not like that," Hermione said quickly, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. "Just best friends, brother and sister even."
"Perhaps," Annabeth said with a smile. "Now, the washroom is right through there," she pointed to the door to Hermione's left, "in case you wish to freshen up."
"Thank you Mrs. Potter," Hermione said.
"It is no trouble dear," Annabeth said with a smile that made Hermione think of Mrs. Weasley. Annabeth quietly left the room and Hermione climbed out of bed and made her way to the washroom.
"Hermione?" Hermione heard Harry call her name from the bedroom.
"In the washroom, just a moment," Hermione answered as she dried her face and hands.
"How are you feeling Hermione?" Harry asked when she opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
"I am ok Harry," Hermione said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Do not lie to me Hermione," Harry said. "I have never seen you faint before even with all the shite that we have seen and been through. So tell me, what is really bothering you?"
Hermione looked up at Harry. "Harry, I just cannot believe that Britain would be considered progressive compared to other magical nations," she said. "What your grandfather said, how in America they kidnap children from their families, erase the parents' memories, all in the name of protecting themselves. It is exactly like what I did to my parents. I used magic to essentially kidnap my own parents, forced them to abandon their home and friends, and for what? So they could be killed by a drunk driver halfway across the world!"
"Hermione," Harry said, gathering a now sobbing Hermione in his arms. "You are not like them. You did what you had to do in order to keep your parents safe, it was not your fault that they died in that accident."
"But if I hadn't sent them away Harry, they would still be alive," Hermione sobbed, her tears staining Harry's shirt.
"You do not know that Hermione," Harry said. "If you hadn't sent them away, the Death Eaters would have most likely killed them."
"You don't know that," Hermione argued.
"You are right, I don't," Harry agreed. "But what I do know is that you are nothing like the bastards that kidnap children; you did all that you could to keep your parents safe. You are the strongest, bravest woman I know, and the smartest person as well. You are nothing like the cowards who kidnap kids away from their non-magical families. You made a decision to send your parents away in order to keep them safe. It worked, and then there was an accident. There was nothing you could do to prevent that, unless you were to lock your mum and dad away from the world. And now we have a chance to fix everything, make it so you won't have to send your parents away."
Hermione's sobs slowly subsided and she looked up at Harry. He was looking down at her with those expressive green eyes of his, they made Hermione feel as if she was back in primary or was sitting on her grandfather's knee at the Granger family Christmas party. Her grandfather had passed away when Hermione was only seven, and she only had a few memories of the man but they always made her feel safe, that no one could hurt her when he was around. It wasn't until Hermione was older that she discovered that her grandfather had served in World War II, and had fought against the Germans.
After hearing Harry's grandfather talk about his service during the war made Hermione wonder if they had served together during the war, as there was something about Hermione's grandfather's stories that made her believe that her grandfather, Arthur, was making things up to entertain his young granddaughter but now some of the more fanciable parts of the tales seemed more believable after all that Hermione had gone through in the magical world.
"Hermione, are you all right?" Harry asked, bringing Hermione back from her thoughts.
"I honestly don't know Harry," Hermione answered. "Everything that has happened since the end of the war has just been so much, piling one thing on top of another. I just don't know Harry."
Harry grimaced. He knew that what he had to say was just going to add more to what Hermione was feeling but he couldn't keep this from her. "Hermione, there is something I need to tell you," he said.
"Tell me what Harry?"
Harry wet his lips and took a deep breath. "My grandfather knows," he said.
"Knows what?"
"He knows that we are from the futures," Harry said.
"WHAT! HOW!"
"I told him."
"You told him?"
"He already knew that we weren't who we claimed to be," Harry said. "The wards in his office told him that we were hiding our identities. When he called me on it, I couldn't lie to him. I told him who we were and why we had come back. And he said that he would do all that he could to help us."
Help us?"
"Yes Hermione, we need all the help we can get," Harry said. "We both are in over our heads, maybe not as badly as we were on the Hunt, but we still need help. We might know what the Horcruxes are, and where some of them might be but we are still just a pair of teenagers who never even finished Hogwarts. My grandfather was an Auror and fought in the War, he can help us. We don't need to do this all by ourselves."
"Can we trust your grandfather Harry?" Hermione asked. "He said that his brother was one of the supporters of that bill that would kidnap muggleborn children from their parents, can we really trust him?"
"Yes Hermione, we can," Harry said. "He also fought against Grindelwald and doesn't trust Dumbledore anymore than we do. Grandfather Charlus is the ally we need, he has the contacts we can use and he knows the major players and environment."
"Harry, I know you want to believe in your grandfather but we have only just met them," Hermione said, "How can we be completely sure we can trust them? If even one rumor of what we are doing reaches Riddle, then all of our knowledge will be for nothing."
"My grandfather is not going to betray us to Riddle," Harry snapped. "Come on Hermione, why can't you see we need the help!"
"I do see that we need help but…"
"But what Hermione?" Harry asked. "Why are you so against this?"
"I am afraid Harry," Hermione admitted after a moment's pause. "We could make things even worse than they were."
"How?" he asked. "How could we possibly make things worse? And besides we came back in time to changes things anyways, that was the whole point."
"Yes but we only planned on going back a few years, to fourth year, not twenty years in the past," Hermione said. "We could seriously mess things up in the future, maybe even cause ourselves not to be born."
"Hermione, I think you are just overreacting," Harry said. "We need to get rid of the Horcruxes, and the faster we do, the faster this war ends and the faster everything can go back to normal."
"How can you be so sure?" Hermione asked. "Nothing has gone how we planned, and now your grandfather knows that we are time travelers. What if he tells your parents? That could seriously alter the future!"
"He won't tell my parents anything," Harry said. "Hermione, please, even if you don't trust my grandfather then at least trust me. I know how important this is, I will not let us fail."
"I do trust you Harry," Hermione said. She looked up at Harry, into her best friend's bright eyes, pleading with her to trust in him. "Ok Harry, I will keep quiet about this, we will see if your grandfather can be trusted."
"Thank you Hermione," Harry said, pulling her into a firm hug. Just then a low growl came from between the pair. Hermione blushed fiercely while Harry chuckled. "Come on, my grandfather said that dinner should be ready soon and we are of course invited."
"Ok Harry," Hermione said. Harry stood up and helped Hermione to her feet.
"Juliet! How are you feeling?" Lily asked when Harry and Hermione entered the dining room. The redhead leapt from her chair and raced over to Hermione, who was leaning slightly on Harry for support.
"I am all right Lily," Hermione said, "just a bit overwhelmed. I had never thought that Britain was one of the more progressive countries in terms of equality. I thought that Britain was completely backward."
"I know Juliet, it was a shock to me as well," Lily said, patting Hermione on the hand. "Let's all sit down and have some dinner."
Hermione smiled at the redhead and let Lily lead her to the table where she sat down next to Lily and Remus, with Pettigrew next to Remus. Harry was seated across from Hermione, next to James and Sirius, Charlus and Annabeth sat at the heads of the table. Charlus clapped his hands, and much like at Hogwarts, food appeared on the plates and platters that covered the table.
"You have House Elves?" Hermione asked as everyone began pulling food onto his or her plates.
"Of course," James said. "But we treat them like family," he added. "You are just like Lily, Juliet," James chuckled. "She claimed we were using slave labor. You know that House Elves need to bonded to survive, they have a symbiotic need for magic, our magic powers their own magic."
"Juliet can be little over zealous when it comes to House Elves," Harry said. Hermione blushed as she thought about SPEW; she had gone overboard with that crusade.
"This is delicious," Harry said as the group dug into the meal.
"Yes, Tibby and Lucy are excellent cooks," James said. "Better than the elves at Hogwarts."
"So Patrick, Juliet, what are your plans?" Annabeth asked.
"Well, to be honest we haven't given that a whole lot of thought," Harry said. "With what is going on right now, and both of us being non-purebloods we aren't planning on joining the Ministry, at least right now."
"I see," Annabeth said, setting down her glass. "And where are you two staying?"
Harry glanced at Hermione who had just taken a sip of her wine. "We have a place in London that we are staying in," he said.
"Well, if you ever need a hot meal or a place to stay for the night, you are welcome here," Charlus said.
"Thank you sir, that is very generous," Harry said.
"It is the least we can offer in exchange for teaching our son and his friends," Annabeth said. Harry and Hermione smiled at the older woman, Hermione then glanced at her watch.
"It is getting late, Patrick and I should be getting back," she said. "We have taken up your hospitality long enough."
"Oh that is quite all right," Charlus said. "Anna said our home is open to you both, we can easily set up a pair of guest rooms for you."
"Thank you but it is all right," Hermione said.
"If you are sure dear," Annabeth said, looking down the table at her husband. "You can use the Floo of course."
"Actually our flat is not connected to the Floo Network," Hermione said, "we live in a muggle building, and we both feel more comfortable acting completely muggle while in the muggle world."
"I see," Charlus said, "well then, you will be able to Disapparate from the front hall when you need too."
"Thank you," Harry said. "And thank you very much for the dinner, it was delicious."
"You are both welcome anytime," Charlus said, as he led Harry and Hermione out to the front hall.
"Have a good night Mr. Potter," Hermione said, taking Harry's arm.
"You as well Ms. Watson, Mr. Daniels," Charlus answered with a slight twinkle in his eyes. Harry gave his grandfather a rye smile before the pair vanished with a CRACK.
"Anna, I will be in my study for a moment," Charlus said, "don't wait up."
"Of course dear," Annabeth said.
Charlus entered his study and sat down behind his desk and pulled a piece of parchment toward him, and a quill. He quickly wrote down out a letter and then sealed it with a tap of his wand. There was a flutter of wings and handsome barn owl landed on the desk.
"Not this time Horace," Charlus said, stroking the owl's feathers. "This letter is going somewhere where an owl can not go very easily." Charlus flanked up into the rafters of the room, and a shadow detached itself from the wall and glided down to land on the desk. "You know who to give this to, right Ares?"
The raven cawed and nodded. Charlus tied the scroll to the raven's leg and then it took off on silent wings, flying out the window and into the night.
While the two time travelers were gathering allies to their cause, the Dark Lord Voldemort was dealing with a set back in his plans that he never saw coming. A substantial amount of the Dark Lord's followers had deserted him when the news broke that Voldemort was a half-blood, instead of the pureblood heir of Salazar Slytherin that he claimed to be. Voldemort's spies had informed him that it was two teenagers that had forced Dumbledore to confirm Voldemort's heritage. When members of his Death Eaters about the information had confronted the Dark Lord, he had to contain his rage at both Dumbledore for releasing the information and his own followers for attacking his integrity and pureness. Voldemort had known that there was a risk when he had deceived the majority of his followers with his heritage but he felt it was a risk worth taking for the substantial backing he would receive.
Voldemort did have all of his Dark creature allies still by his side, as they did not care about his heritage or so-called tainted blood, as long as Voldemort kept his promises of equality, or victims, as was the case for Fenrir and the Dementors. If Voldemort were to be honest with himself, he didn't care about the whims of werewolves, and giants and Dementors, they were all just tools to be used and then discarded when appropriate. And also Voldemort didn't care about the pureblood philosophy that many of his followers did, they were just the easiest to convince to follow him.
"Master?"
The voice of his most devout disciple, Bellatrix Lestrange, drew Voldemort out of his thoughts. Voldemort looked down at the wild-haired woman who was kneeling at his feet.
"Master, what is your command? What should we do to the traitors?" Bellatrix asked, licking her lips.
Voldemort looked over his Death Eaters, they were all awaiting his word, his command, to go out and wreak havoc and terror upon those who would oppose them and their Master. The Death Eaters had been attacking their former comrades for abandoning their Lord and Master but they had not done much as they hoped to achieve. The deserters had hidden themselves behind the wards of their manors, or their friends in the Ministry. Voldemort had wanted to just wipe out those who dared to abandon him without pause but he realized that he would be hurting his cause by doing so. The Dark Lord had followers in place before the abandonment, nearly ready to take complete control of the Ministry but now he had to tread carefully. He had lost several key supporters who had infiltrated the Ministry, and it would take time to replace them. But time was something that Voldemort had plenty of.
"For now we will do nothing," Voldemort answered. "We have suffered a setback but only that. We will bide our time, rebuild our forces with those who are more worthy of belonging with us. And we shall focus on our true enemy, the muggles."
"But my Lord, the muggles are only just that, muggles," Rodolphus said, "how could they threaten us when they have no magic?"
"Because the muggles outnumber us by such a margin that should they ever turn their gaze on us, they would overwhelm us by sheer numbers," Voldemort said. "We must convince all those with magical blood that the muggles are our greatest enemy, not each other."
"But my Lord, you can't mean that we must ally ourselves with the Mudbloods?" Bellatrix asked in horror.
"All those with magical blood," Voldemort repeated. "Mudbloods only know of the dirty muggle world when they enter ours. We must show them the wonders of our world, and of magic. If we do that, we gain even more strength and think of how delicious it will be to see the Mudbloods embrace our world and then help cleanse the world of the muggle insects, beginning with their own families."
The assembled Death Eaters laughed and cheered as they visualized the Mudbloods killing their own families.
"Now I must think on how we shall remind the Ministry of our strength, leave me," Voldemort ordered. "Do not launch any attacks unless directed by myself, am I clear?"
The Death Eaters all nodded slavishly. Voldemort grinned terribly as he dismissed them. That smile fell away as Voldemort was left alone on his throne. He had to discover more about these two teenagers who knew his true name and heritage. He had been extremely careful in making sure that no one could ever connect the Dark Lord to the muggle Tom Riddle Senior. Voldemort knew that some of his older supporters like Avery Sr., Lestrange Sr., Rosier, Nott Sr., and Malfoy Sr. knew his birth name but they have been sworn to secrecy when Voldemort had taken up the mantle of the Dark Lord Voldemort. For a pair of teenagers to have discovered his birth name was slightly worrisome, how could a pair of teenagers know about him, and have the power to force Dumbledore to cede to their demands. He needed to know more about these two people; he had to know who they were and what their plans were. They were obviously against him since they had gone to Dumbledore but they were young, and stupid. They obviously did not know about Dumbledore and the charade that the Headmaster portrayed to the public. Perhaps the pair could be swayed to his cause, they were obviously powerful to be able to force Dumbledore's hand, and he needed more competent supporters. Most of his remaining Death Eaters were what would be considered thugs or muscle rather than true soldiers that he needed. He needed to think on this more.
"Thank you all for coming," Dumbledore said as the last members of the Order filed into the Hogwarts' trophy room. "I know that many of you are quite busy with the recent events but I have called you here to discuss these changes to the status quo. Since the release of the Dark Lord's parentage, we have seen a splintering of his supporters."
"Good riddance," Moody growled. "We should have done this years ago when the bastard first reared his ugly head."
"Yes I suppose that would have been a prudent course of action," Dumbledore said though several members could tell that the Headmaster did not like admitting that he had been forced into a corner by the newcomers, Patrick Daniels and Juliet Watson. "Now we must decide on our next course of action."
"What do you mean Albus?" Minerva asked.
"Voldemort has changed targets," Dumbledore said. "While he has lost quite a few of his followers, he is still a dangerous foe. Voldemort has not focused solely on those who have left his service, something that has surprised many. That tells me that Voldemort is biding his time, though he is walking a fine line as the muggles would say. His remaining forces will not continue to wait and be patient, they will be clamoring for blood and vengeance on their former comrades."
"We should let them," Fabian said. "Less enemies for us to worry about."
"Voldemort is a very cunning adversary," Dumbledore said over the rumblings of agreement to Fabian's comment. "He will not stay idle for long. I am certain that Voldemort is searching for targets to unleash his remaining allies on."
"And who do you think those targets will be Headmaster?" James asked.
"The muggles," Dumbledore said. "Voldemort will unleash his Dark creature allies on the muggles, in order to keep them satisfied. We must be ready to protect the muggles lest they become aware of our world and break the Statue of Secrecy. If the muggles learn of the wizarding world's existence through such an act of aggression they would label all of us as Dark and an enemy."
Concerned muttering broke out around the room. Everyone knew that if the muggles at large learned of their existence, they all would be in danger. The muggles had advanced at a very rapid pace in the last century, and their numbers would overwhelm witches and wizards with relative ease.
"So what is the plan then Albus?" Elphius Doge asked.
"For the time being, we can only be vigilant," Dumbledore admitted.
"Headmaster, what about those who have abandoned Voldemort?" Harry asked. "What should be done about them?"
"What would you have us do Mr. Daniels?" Dumbledore responded. "These people have realized their mistake and have turned away from the Dark. They should not be thought of as Death Eaters or our adversaries, as they have turned their backs on Lord Voldemort."
"You mean we should let them get away with what they have done already?" a female voice asked from the back of the room.
"Everyone deserves a second chance, a chance to better than they were in the past," Dumbledore said.
"Does that include Riddle?" Hermione asked. "Does he deserve a second chance, even after all that he has done?"
"Revenge is not the path of the Light," Dumbledore said. "We must show those who follow the Dark a better path."
"So you would let Riddle go unpunished for all the crimes he had committed?" Harry spoke up.
All chatter in the room fell silent. The Order members knew that the newcomers, Patrick and Juliet, did not think as highly of Dumbledore as others did, they constantly questioned Dumbledore's decisions and had forced Dumbledore into making a choice that they could easily see that Dumbledore did not want to make.
"That is not what I mean Mr. Daniels," Dumbledore said. "Lord Voldemort has committed terrible crimes, and he will pay for those crimes I assure you."
"How?" Hermione asked. "Send him to Azkaban? Let the Ministry punish him, when he owns or is supported by the majority of the Ministry. So how can Riddle be punished if not by those who have a reason to see him punished."
"Again, revenge is not the right path," Dumbledore said. "If we allowed revenge to cloud our judgment, we will become what we are fighting against. Would you become the next Dark Lord or Lady just to defeat this one?"
"Just because someone seeks justice for a crime doesn't make one Dark," Harry said. "One person's revenge is another's justice. We want Riddle to pay for his crimes, murdering our parents and friends. Being Dark means causing pain, anguish, death and destruction for no reason, wanting justice does not mean we are going Dark. And the funny thing about being considered Dark, it is a matter of perspective. We all want this war to end as soon as possible, and with as few deaths of our friends and families as possible but we cannot have that if our enemies are allowed second and third chances to attempt to harm or kill us, our friends and comrades."
Dumbledore's face grew stern as he stared down Harry and Hermione. He did not like these two teenagers; they would not stop asking questions. Now usually Dumbledore embraced inquisitive minds and those who wanted to expand their knowledge. But there was a difference between asking questions and asking the right questions. And these two were bringing to ask the wrong types of questions.
"War is a terrible thing, one that must be avoided at all costs," Dumbledore said. "You, Mr. Daniels, and you, Ms. Watson, are much too young to have experienced war but let me tell you, the horrors of war are just that, horrific. One can only explain them properly to someone who has experienced war as well."
"Do not mistake us for mere schoolchildren Professor Dumbledore," Harry said. "We have gone through the horrors of war, and are not naïve to the horrors that come with war. But we also know that the longer this war goes on, the more causalities and devastation there will be upon the innocent."
"You yourself said, Headmaster, that if the muggles find out about our world while we are fighting a war it would be disastrous," Hermione said. "And that is why we must strike decisively, to insure that Riddle and his followers are not able to expose our world to the muggles. And if that means being cruel and terrible to our enemies, so be it."
Many of the Order now wore expressions of shock and stunned disbelief at Harry and Hermione's words, though Moody, the Prewitt twins and Sirius looked pleased at what Harry and Hermione had pointed out.
"There is a quote by an American muggle general who fought in their civil war that states what war really is quite well," Hermione said. "He said, 'War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.' What that means is that war cannot be changed to fit your beliefs, now matter what you might think."
"There is another quote by another American general who fought in the muggles' World War II, the muggles' conflict that happened at the same time as the Grindelwald War," Hermione continued over the mutterings coming from the older Order members. "War is simple, brutal and ruthless. Riddle and his Death Eater will not just give up and change their ways because we ask them nicely. They need to be shown that their beliefs are not going to be accepted by society, and shown with force."
Dumbledore frowned behind his thick white beard at Harry and Hermione. He did not approve of their constant questioning of his decisions and beliefs, and ability to lead the Order. He knew that the pair had not attended Hogwarts, and they were much to young to have fought against Gellert's forces. He did not know enough about these two children, and that was something he did not like. Albus also did not approve how these two children had managed to convince several of his Order members, including Alastor, to argue against him, as well as force him to release Tom's true name and heritage.
"Mr. Daniels, Ms. Watson, I am sorry but I must ask you to leave this meeting," Dumbledore said. "Your words and actions have sown dissension and doubt within our ranks which I am sure is your goal. But we cannot have dissension and doubt right now when we are battling for our very way of life."
The room was completely silent at Dumbledore's announcement. Harry and Hermione were in shock. They had never thought that Dumbledore would do this, and so openly.
"You want us to leave?" Hermione asked, "Just because we are asking questions, and not following you blindly?"
"You are being argumentative and trying to lead my friends down a Dark path," said Dumbledore as he got to his feet, his blue eyes growing hard and icy. Several of the Order members shivered as a chill settled over the room, emanating from the Headmaster. "I will not let you confuse and divide my friends, trying to drag them down a Dark path by hiding it behind a façade of justice. Now leave!"
Harry looked ready to explode at the Headmaster but a hand on his shoulder by Hermione calmed him, slightly. The pair could both feel the aura of magical power flowing off the Headmaster, it was powerful and partially intimidating but the pair had been around Voldemort too much to be truly frightened.
"Very well Headmaster," Hermione said. "We will leave, I just hope that your stubbornness, pride and belief that you alone know what is right and best does not come back to harm any of these brave people."
"I hope you all remember, that help will always be available to those who ask for it," Harry said, swallowing the feeling of irony having quoted Dumbledore from the future. He and Hermione then turned to walk out of the room but stopped when they reached the door.
"Oh Professor before you accuse someone of being Dark, perhaps you should take a long look in the mirror because accusing someone of being Dark solely because they do not agree with you is not very Light," Hermione said. "And for more proof how about this, Expecto Patronum!"
A silvery otter shot from the tip of Hermione's wand and danced around the room before coming to a stop right in front of Dumbledore before dissolving into mist just as the door slammed shut behind Harry and Hermione. A split second later the Order member erupted into shouting, much of it directed at the leader of the Order.
A/N: There you have it, the newest installment of History, hope you all enjoyed it. We jumped around a bit in this chapter but I wanted to widen the scope of the story just a bit. The First Wizarding War is such an unexplored part of the Harry Potter world, and it allows me to take the story in pretty much any direction that I want since who knows (aside from JK Rowling) what exactly happened in the First Wizarding War. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chapter and til next time,
SlyNinjaKnight
PS: Anyone who can guess where the inspiration for the final scene in this chapter gets five kudos points. Good luck.