A/N: Just to make it clear, while I am rewriting this from the files I uploaded for the original HAHH I may be modifying the story line later on. A reason for this is to make the story flow better.

She felt pinned down, she worried for a second at the inability to move before she opened her eyes and seen the boy laid upon her, snuggling into her. She groaned quietly, she was happy. Content. The fact Harry was still asleep made her smile.

Thinking to herself, she pondered, "How is he so light? He can't of been eating properly. I'll have to take care of him - wait... why do I care for him? I mean, like I think I have feelings but that's impossible, how can I love him when I don't know him? Is this even love? I know he trusts me, for some reason. What should I do? Love him? Be kind? Hate him? I don't know."

She was awoken from her thoughts by Harry moving. Stroking his hair he jolted up, scaring Hermione. He must be a light sleeper Hermione noted.

Harry said in a monotone almost as if it was habit for him, "I'm up Aunt Petunia"

"Harry I'm not your aunt, I am Hermione"

"Oh, sorry." Harry replied blushing, "Is there anything i should be doing?"

"No, but, let's get dressed for now and go downstairs."

"Ok, so if we're getting changed why you still in here?" Harry replied sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'll just be going." Hermione replied, rushing back to her room, blushing heavily. Upon leaving him she felt a pang of sadness as if her world was breaking. Rushing to get changed to be able to be back with Harry, she was so quick she had ended up having to wait for him at his door for him to be finished.

Upon Harry exiting his room, the pair walked down the stairs together.

Once downstairs they noticed that Emma had a very happy smile and was giggling wildly, prompting Dan to say, "So how long have you two been dating?"

"Um never," Hermione said.

"Ringgg", the doorbell rang.

A Scottish woman was waiting politely at the door, Dan went to open the door.

"Hello, can I help you?" Dan asked.

"Erm. Yes. For a start they have been dating for long enough, if you will let me I will be able to explain quite a few things to you." The lady responded with a heavy Scottish accent

Dan was baffled but let the lady in.

"Emma, Hermione, Harry. Can you all come in here, please? There's a lady that wants to talk to us." Dan said.

Once everyone was in and seated she started, "Hello, my name is Minerva. I presume you are Harry?" putting her hand out in the direction of Harry for a handshake. "And you must be Hermione?" Doing the same to Hermione.

"Yes Minerva, how did you know?"

"Harry here is quite famous from where I come from as I presume you all know?"

"Famous? Harry?" Emma asked.

"Harry, have you not told these people about your heritage?" Minerva asked, slightly worried for Harry at A why he was here and B his apparent lack of knowledge of himself.

"My heritage? Apparently, my parents were drunks who died in a car crash giving me the scar on my forehead. Nothing famous." Harry said sadly.

"Well, in this case, this is about to be a shock to all of you," Minerva started, "Harrys parents were wizards and witches-"

"Wizards and witches?" Emma asked shocked, obviously, this woman was off her rocker.

"Yes wizards and witches, you see, magic is real. Before you ask, yes I can show you." Standing up Minerva promptly turned into a tabby cat, meowing. Turning back she asked, "Believable?"

Everyone replied, "Yes."

"Now as I was saying, Harry, is famous in our world for one reason which we will discuss later, last night, another reason was added to that list... A soul bond.

"Whats a soul bond?" Dan asked. Speaking for the whole group.

"A soul bond can happen in two ways, either in a ritual or naturally amongst two people who are so close their magic bonds them together. Their magic binds their souls, bodies, and minds. They share thoughts, pain, and feelings."

"What does this mean for them?" Emma asked.

"It means in the magical world, they are already married. It also entitles them to emancipation and the ability to have a love like no other." Minerva answered.

After some silence, Harry asked the question he had been pondering on for a bit, "How am I famous?"

"You are famous for many reasons Harry. You are the last of the Potters, an old and wealthy pure-blood family. Furthermore, on the night that you received that scar, it was not a car crash, you was hunted and your parents killed for sacrificing themselves so you could live by he-who-must-not-be-named due to a prophecy. You did something on that night, he has disappeared and you-know-who has not returned."

Hermione, who had been attempting to block out this latest part of the conversation, had failed. It was too painful, she screamed. Her Harry, her Harry had been hunted and nearly killed. Picking him up from her lap she ran up the stairs to her room carrying him. Sitting on the bed she hugged him tight.

Downstairs Minerva asked, "Any questions?"

"Have you told us everything?" Dan asked

"Yes, everything I know of I have told. Sorry for having to bring these sudden changes to your attention. I will be leaving if there's nothing else? I will be returning in a day or two to check up on them and inform you of anything I have found out." Upon receiving no answer she disapparated.

"So much for her being my little daughter and breakfast for that matter," Dan muttered.

"Aww Dan, I know we didn't expect this, but let's see how this goes alright? Want breakfast?"

"I think that would be a good idea, who knows what they're getting up to."

Upstairs, however, was a completely different mood. Their argument had been going on for a few minutes.

"It's all my fault that they're dead," Harry said trying to pull away from Hermione, who was holding him tight in a hug. He believed he had caused the murder oof his parents, thus making him a murderer.

"Harry say that once more and I'll-"

"It's my fault, Hermione, I caused their death, I murdered them."

Pinning him down on the bed she asked, "Harry if it was your fault would I let you sleep on me, next to me?"

"But you didn't know." He weakly protested.

She could feel his sadness and decided to do what she had wanted to do since she met him, kiss him.

Harry couldn't bring himself to kiss her back, he didn't deserve her. Evading her kiss he rolled from underneath her, falling to the floor, breaking the contact between them. Both of them were filled with agony, they started to convulse. Sadness and loneliness started to fill them both up. Hermione through the pain and convulsions rolled off of the bed landing next to Harry.

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yes?"

Hermione struggled to find the words she wanted to use. She thought, "Why would he reject me?" Before she could ask him he replied.

"I don't deserve you. You deserve someone so much better. It's not worth you kissing me, it's not worth you having to be near me. Go away, it's better for you. Others are better." He responded with, although it killed him inside to not be with her, he didn't deserve her, after all, he was a freak. He rolled further so while she was still touching him, he didn't have to look at her. With tears rolling down his face.

"Harry? I didn't say anything."

"Yes you did, you asked why I would reject you."

"I thought that, I didn't say it."

"Wait, can I hear your thoughts?"

"Can you hear this?" Hermione thought.

"Yes," Harry thought.

"Well then, I can also hear your thoughts, Harry."

"No! Get out my head. Out!" Harry said. Harry didn't want Hermione in his head. She might be able to find out more about him. His back, his legs. Everything. He wouldn't let her be subject to seeing it.

Hermione felt even more rejected, crying she asked, "Why? Do you not feel what I feel for you?"

She got no response. Hermione started to cry harder. Hugging him tighter.

Harry couldn't take it, he hated seeing and hearing her cry, he could feel her sadness, her rejection. "Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, its just I don't want to hurt you, I'm a freak. You should find someone better."

"Harry, I want you, not anyone else. I know you didn't want me to ask but, what were you saying about your back?"

Harry froze, she could hear his thoughts. Dammit, "Nothing"

She felt him go stiff, she knew now would not be a good time to discuss this. "Okay."

Harry relaxed.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, no one else. You understand that right?"

"Yes"

"Harry, look at me."

Harry rolled back over, so they were facing each other. Harry realized how close their heads were. He didn't want her to feel rejected. He leaned forward. Their lips brushed. They broke apart, Hermione smiled. They leaned forward again, this time holding the kiss. After an unknown amount of time of kissing, Hermione asked, "Is it still your fault?"

He replied, "yes" very quietly.

"Harry it's not your fault, it's the person that killed them, please it's not your fault." She said softly comforting him.

"Are we going to go for breakfast Harry?"

"Fine by me." He replied.

As Hermione picked Harry up he thought, "Does she really like me or is she just pretending to?"

"I don't like you, Harry," letting it sink in she said, "I love you."