Chapter 6

The rest of the holiday flew by for Harry and Hermione, filled with laughter, games, and quality time with Ron and Ginny. They helped Ron and Ginny with their homework, and with their combined effort, the younger Weasleys managed to finish their assignments in record time.

Most of their days were spent playing wizarding chess, Exploding Snap, and various other board games. They also indulged in their favorite pastime of discussing magical creatures and spells. Quidditch matches were held in the Weasley's garden, and Harry, though a bit rusty, impressed everyone with his improved skills. His newfound strength, agility, and speed made him an even better player than before.

The evenings were dedicated to long talks and shared stories, sometimes lasting well into the night. Hermione and Ginny reminisced about their summer adventures, Ron shared stories about his family, and Harry recounted some of the more memorable moments from his time in the trunk.

A few days into Harry's stay at the Burrow, the tranquil atmosphere was disrupted when word reached the Order of the Phoenix that he was there. Dumbledore, the enigmatic and wise head of the Order, decided it was time to visit Harry and check on his well-being.

When Dumbledore arrived, he was taken aback by the transformation in Harry. The boy who stood before him was no longer the thin and fragile child he had seen year after year at Hogwarts. Harry had grown significantly, both in height and physique. His unruly hair remained, yet he bore a more mature and determined countenance.

Dumbledore greeted Harry with a warm smile as they settled in the Burrow's cozy living room. He could see that Harry was different, not just physically but in the way he carried himself. Dumbledore began their conversation by asking about Harry's summer.

Harry, seeing no reason to hide the truth from Dumbledore, decided to be open about his experiences. He explained that he had spent his summer focusing on intensive training, both in terms of magic and physical fitness. He didn't delve into the specifics of his training inside the trunk, but he made it clear that he had been working diligently to improve himself.

Dumbledore listened attentively, his piercing blue eyes focused on Harry as he spoke. He didn't press for further details, respecting Harry's decision to keep certain aspects of his training private. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully, taking in the significance of Harry's efforts.

Inwardly, Dumbledore was pleased with Harry's determination to train and become stronger. Harry recognized the crucial role he played in the impending war against Voldemort. Dumbledore had always believed that Harry had a destiny to fulfill, and now, seeing the changes in him, he felt a sense of hope and optimism.

Harry, too, was relieved to find that Dumbledore wasn't angry with him for keeping secrets. He had always respected and admired the wise old wizard, and he didn't want to jeopardize their relationship. Dumbledore's understanding and acceptance put his mind at ease.

As their conversation continued, they touched on various subjects, from the current state of the wizarding world to the challenges that lay ahead. Dumbledore offered guidance and reassurance to Harry, reminding him of the importance of his friends and the power of love.

Harry couldn't help but notice the profound change in Dumbledore's appearance. Dumbledore's hand, once withered and shriveled, had now turned black and appeared more unsettling than ever.

"Professor Dumbledore, your hand... what happened?" Harry inquired, his concern evident in his voice.

Dumbledore regarded Harry with a knowing look, his eyes twinkling with their usual wisdom. "Ah, you have quite the keen eye, my boy," he said, his tone neither regretful nor apologetic.

"Rather unpleasant to behold, isn't it?" Dumbledore continued, raising his blackened hand for emphasis. "The tale is thrilling, if I say so myself. But now is not the time to tell it."

Harry was taken aback by Dumbledore's cryptic response. He knew better than to push the matter further when Dumbledore chose to keep something to himself. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had transpired regarding that darkened hand.

Dumbledore's request for Harry to join him on a mission piqued Harry's interest. He was eager to assist Dumbledore in any way he could, knowing that the headmaster's missions were always significant. With a nod of agreement, Harry took Dumbledore's outstretched hand, and they apparated to their destination.

To Dumbledore's surprise, Harry appeared unphased by the experience. It seemed like just another ordinary occurrence for him. Dumbledore made a mental note to inquire about it later, realizing that Harry had likely learned some extraordinary skills during his summer training.

Their mission led them to the quiet village of Budleigh Babberton, where they sought to recruit a former Hogwarts professor, Horace Slughorn. Dumbledore had a specific purpose in mind, although he didn't reveal the full details to Harry. Instead, he focused on convincing Slughorn to return to teaching at Hogwarts.

Harry listened intently to their conversation with Slughorn, who seemed quite pleased to be approached by none other than Harry Potter. He mentioned that he had taught Harry's parents, Lily and James Potter, and Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that his mother had been an excellent student.

Eventually, Dumbledore managed to convince Slughorn to return to his post as Potions Master at Hogwarts. Harry understood that this was only a part of Dumbledore's broader plans, but he trusted the headmaster's judgment. As they left Budleigh Babberton, Harry couldn't help but wonder about the mysteries surrounding Dumbledore's intentions and what role Slughorn played.

The middle of July brought the long-awaited Owl results for Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Ron had exceeded his expectations and received seven Owls, which was a pleasant surprise for him. Harry, on the other hand, was slightly disappointed in himself for not performing better academically. He knew he was capable of more and resolved to excel in his N.E.W.T.S.

However, the real star of the day was Hermione, who had achieved a remarkable feat. She received ten Owls, with all of them being Outstanding grades. Hermione's hard work and dedication had undoubtedly paid off, and she couldn't have been happier. Her friends were overjoyed for her, and Harry, in particular, was bursting with pride. In celebration of Hermione's outstanding results, Harry had to stop himself from smothering her in kisses.

July was an eventful month for Ron, Ginny, and Hermione, as they had secretly slipped away to Diagon Alley without Harry's knowledge. Their goal was to plan and prepare the best birthday surprise they could for their dear friend. As the days inched closer to Harry's birthday, they made secret trips, gathered supplies, and coordinated their efforts.

Finally, the day of Harry's birthday arrived, and he was completely taken aback by the surprise party that awaited him. The Weasley twins, Fred and George, had returned from their joke shop to join the celebration. Several members of the Order of the Phoenix were also present, including Professor McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Professor Moody, and Albus Dumbledore himself. Even Dobby, Harry's devoted house-elf, had managed to attend.

Harry received a range of thoughtful gifts from his friends and mentors. Ron gave him a Quidditch servicing kit, knowing Harry's passion for the sport. Ginny gifted him an advanced book on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley contributed a delightful assortment of sweets and snacks. Remus presented him with an array of chocolates, while Tonks gave him a book on Auror training. Professor Moody, as always, offered a practical gift, a foe glass. Dobby, in his usual fashion, provided Harry with a bundle of socks.

Two particularly significant announcements added to the joy of the evening. Professor McGonagall surprised Harry by naming him the Quidditch captain, a position he had long aspired to hold. Dumbledore then revealed that Harry and Hermione had been chosen as Gryffindor prefects, cementing their roles as student leaders. Harry was elated by these honors, and the room buzzed with excitement and pride.

As the night drew on and the others retired to their beds, Harry and Hermione remained in the cozy Weasley living room. Hermione snuggled into Harry's chest, gazing into his eyes with affection as he unwrapped her gift. It was a mirror, similar to the one that Sirius had once given Harry. Hermione had spent two weeks charming it, learning about the enchantments from the advanced charms book Harry had gifted her. The mirror was intended to serve as a means of easy communication between the two of them.

Harry was deeply touched by the thoughtful gift, understanding the significance of it. It was more than just a mirror; it was a symbol of their closeness and the bond they shared. Grateful and overwhelmed, Harry leaned in and kissed Hermione passionately. Their lips met, and time seemed to stand still as they expressed their feelings for each other in the tender embrace of their love.

30th of August

Severus Snape raised an eyebrow as he looked at the unwelcome visitors in his study. He had little patience for unexpected company, especially when it involved Peter Pettigrew, whom he considered a nuisance at best.

"Wormtail, run along now," Snape said in his customary cold and cutting tone, his black eyes locked onto Pettigrew. With a flick of his wand, the door slammed shut in Pettigrew's face, leaving the traitorous rat Animagus on the other side.

Snape then turned his attention to the two witches who had accompanied Pettigrew. Narcissa Malfoy, a woman of elegance and privilege, and Bellatrix Lestrange, a fanatically devoted servant of the Dark Lord, were not the kind of company Snape welcomed either. Their presence here was most unusual.

Narcissa began, "I know I'm not to be here. The Dark Lord himself forbid me to speak of this...

"If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you are not to speak..." Severus turned round, "Put it down, Bella. We mustn't touch what isn't ours."

Reluctantly, she put his ornaments down.

He continued, "As it so happens, I'm aware of your situation."

Bellatrix was shocked, "You? The Dark Lord told you?"

He scoffed, "Your sister doubts me. Over the years I've played my part well, so well I've deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time."

She snarled, "Huh!"

"Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it."

"I don't doubt you Severus."

"You should be honored Cissy, as should Draco."

Narcissa looked desperate, "He's just a boy."

"I can't change the Dark Lord's mind. But it might be possible for me to help Draco."

Maybe there was hope for Draco after all, "Severus..."

"Swear to it... make the Unbreakable Vow. It's just empty words. He'll give it his best effort, when it matters most. He'll just slither back into his hole... coward."

Snape replied coldly, "Take-out-your-wand."

Narcissa and Severus clasped their hands, and Bellatrix circled them, with a sinister smile.

"Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Draco Malfoy, as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?"

"I will."

"And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm?"

"And, if Draco should fail, will you yourself carry out the deed the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?"

"I will."

Severus Snape watched as Narcissa and Bellatrix left Spinner's End, the weight of the Unbreakable Vow heavy on his shoulders. The commitment he had just made to Narcissa, to protect and assist Draco, was a dangerous gamble in the deadly game he was playing. Snape had to agree to the vow to gain the trust of Bellatrix and avoid any suspicions, but he knew that this choice had only increased the complexity of his already treacherous double life.

As the door closed behind the departing witches, Snape moved swiftly. He needed to inform Albus of the latest developments. With a flick of his wand, Snape sent a Patronus soaring through the dark night, a silvery doe that glided effortlessly through the air. It would find Dumbledore, wherever he was, and deliver its message.

Harry and Hermione walked through Charing Cross Road, the bustling streets of London alive with the movement of people going about their day. Despite the city's vibrant energy, there was a palpable tension between the two lovers as they approached the meeting point with Hermione's parents.

Hermione squeezed Harry's hand reassuringly, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that introducing Harry to her parents would be significant, especially now that their relationship had evolved beyond friendship. She hoped her parents would see Harry the way she did – kind, brave, and truly wonderful.

Harry, on the other hand, tried to suppress his nervousness. Meeting Hermione's parents was a big step, one that made their relationship feel even more real. He didn't want to make a poor impression on them and was worried about what they might think of him, despite Hermione's reassurance.

As they reached the designated spot, Hermione spotted her parents waiting by a charming little café. Her mother, Emma, was a warm and welcoming woman with chestnut hair and a friendly smile. Her father, Dan, had a gentle demeanor, and his graying hair added a touch of wisdom to his features.

With a deep breath, Hermione led Harry over to where her parents stood. "Mum, Dad, this is Harry," she introduced, her voice a tad shaky. Emma and Dan turned to face them, their expressions warm and inviting.

"It's lovely to finally meet you, Harry," Emma said, extending her hand for a handshake.

Harry smiled and shook her hand. "It's great to meet you too, Mrs. Granger."

Dan also offered his hand. "Call me Dan, please. Hermione has told us so much about you."

Emma turned to Hermione with a mischievous grin and said, "You know, Hermione, you never mentioned just how handsome Harry is."

Hermione's cheeks turned a shade of pink that rivaled Ginny's favorite jumper. Harry, too, blushed furiously, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. They exchanged a quick, embarrassed glance, feeling a bit caught off guard by Emma's remark.

Dan, noticing the blushes and the sudden shyness, chuckled warmly. "Well, it's quite evident now, isn't it?" he remarked with a twinkle in his eye.

Emma laughed, realizing she had perhaps embarrassed her daughter and Harry more than she'd intended. "Oh, dear, I didn't mean to make you blush," she said, her tone apologetic but still amused.

Hermione, though still blushing, managed to smile. "It's alright, Mum," she replied, feeling grateful that her parents had welcomed Harry so warmly.

Harry, recovering from his momentary embarrassment, grinned and added, "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Granger."

Emma winked at him playfully. "You're welcome, Harry."

To Hermione's immense relief, her parents seemed genuinely pleased to meet him. Harry was doing his best to make a good impression. He knew that Hermione's parents were both dentists, and he was slightly self-conscious about his own humble background. Nevertheless, he wanted to be himself – the person Hermione had come to know and care about deeply.

As they chatted, it became apparent that Emma and Dan were lovely people. They asked Harry about his upbringing, his interests, and his experiences at Hogwarts. They listened intently, their curiosity genuine, and they seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him. The conversation flowed smoothly, and Harry began to relax. He realized that Hermione's parents were just as warm and welcoming as she had described. Their kindness put him at ease, and he found himself opening up to them, sharing stories about his life at the Dursleys and his experiences at Hogwarts.

After a while, Emma suggested that they all head into the café for a cup of tea. Harry and Hermione agreed, and they continued their conversation inside. Over tea, Hermione's parents shared stories about their dental practice and their travels. Emma and Dan also inquired about Harry's adventures at Hogwarts and his recent training. Harry, for the first time, felt truly comfortable discussing his experiences and ambitions with adults. Hermione sat back and watched the interactions between her parents and Harry with a contented smile. She was thrilled to see them getting along so well and relieved that everything was going smoothly.

Emma couldn't help but be curious about her daughter and Harry's blossoming romance. She turned to them and asked, "So, how did this all start? At the beginning of the summer, you two were still best friends, right?"

Hermione's blush deepened as she felt her parents' curious gazes on her. She exchanged a quick glance with Harry before taking a deep breath and admitting, "Well, Mum, Dad, I... I've had feelings for Harry for a while now." She paused, nervously fidgeting with her hair. "It's just that... I didn't want to risk our friendship by saying anything."

Harry nodded in agreement, his own cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Yeah," he chimed in, "I felt the same way, Hermione. I didn't want to mess up what we had because I value our friendship so much."

Hermione continued, "But then, Ginny—our friend—she convinced me to be honest with my feelings. She said that I should take the chance and tell Harry how I felt."

Emma and Dan exchanged smiles, their hearts swelling with affection for their daughter and her boyfriend.

Dan said, "Well, Ginny's advice seems to have worked out quite well, doesn't it?"

Hermione nodded, her blush fading into a soft smile. "Yes, it did," she replied with a loving glance at Harry. "We're really glad we got together."

Harry smiled back at her, a warm and genuine expression of happiness. "Absolutely," he agreed, "I couldn't be happier."

After their delightful tea, Harry, Hermione, and the Grangers made their way to the Granger family's lovely home. Nestled in a quiet, leafy suburb, the house was an elegant two-story structure with a classic Victorian design. The exterior boasted a rich red brick façade adorned with climbing ivy, which added a touch of rustic charm to the residence.

The front garden was a burst of colors and fragrances, a testament to Hermione's green thumb and her knack for gardening. Blooming roses, lilies, and various other flowers danced in the gentle breeze. The garden path, made of winding cobblestones, led to the front door. A white picket fence encircled the garden, creating a picturesque scene that was utterly enchanting.

Upon entering, Harry was immediately taken by the warm and inviting atmosphere of the Granger home. The interior was tastefully decorated, combining modern comfort with a touch of classic elegance. The living room, where they had tea earlier, featured plush sofas and armchairs arranged around a charming fireplace. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with both wizarding and Muggle literature, showcasing the Granger family's love for knowledge.

The Granger family's home had a cozy, lived-in feel, with a scattering of family photographs on display. A wooden staircase led to the upper floor, where the guest room, Harry's temporary abode, awaited him.

As the day wore on, Hermione and her parents took Harry to their favorite Muggle spots. One place that Harry particularly enjoyed was Hamstead Heath, a vast and scenic park that reminded him of the beauty of the wizarding world. The park had lush greenery, rolling hills, and a serene lake that shimmered in the sunlight. The sight of the lake, reminiscent of the Black Lake at Hogwarts, stirred fond memories within him.

The four enjoyed a tranquil afternoon at Hamstead Heath, strolling through the park's meadows and taking in the natural splendor. Harry found solace in the open space and the calming presence of nature, a respite from the battles and challenges he had faced throughout his life.

As the day progressed, they decided to have a quiet evening at home. Hermione's parents ordered a few pizzas for dinner, a novelty that delighted Harry, as he had never tasted it before. The cheesy, savory flavors danced on his taste buds, and he marveled at the simple yet delightful meal.

After dinner, they retired to their respective rooms, but Hermione found it difficult to sleep. Her mind was restless, and she couldn't shake off her thoughts and emotions. Tossing and turning in her bed, she finally decided that she didn't want to be apart from Harry any longer. With determination, Hermione quietly left her room and tiptoed down the hallway to Harry's guest room. Her heart raced as she gently knocked on the door. Harry, who had been awake and lost in his own thoughts, was slightly startled by her presence.

He opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw Hermione standing there. She whispered, "Harry, I couldn't sleep. Can I... can I stay with you for the night?" Harry smiled warmly, understanding her need for closeness and comfort. He nodded and stepped aside, allowing Hermione to enter the room. She slipped under the covers next to him, snuggling into his chest, and Harry wrapped his arms around her gently, holding her close.

Hermione closed her eyes, feeling safe and loved in Harry's embrace. With him by her side, the restlessness that had plagued her melted away, and she finally found the peace she had been seeking.

The morning sun cast a gentle warmth through the window, illuminating the room with a soft, golden glow. Harry awoke with his face nestled in Hermione's fragrant curls, which shimmered like spun gold in the dappled sunlight. As the realization of the day ahead dawned upon him, a mixture of excitement and sadness tugged at his heart.

Today marked their return to Hogwarts, a place filled with memories, friends, and adventures. While Harry looked forward to reuniting with their friends and continuing his magical education, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving these intimate moments with Hermione behind, at least for a while. Carefully, so as not to disturb her peaceful slumber, Harry gently extricated himself from Hermione's embrace. He wanted to allow her a few more moments of rest before they began their day. With a tender smile, he whispered a soft "I love you" to the sleeping form of the girl who had captured his heart.

With quiet steps, Harry made his way to the Grangers' bathroom. The inviting warmth of the shower beckoned him, and he couldn't resist the chance to freshen up before their journey back to Hogwarts. As the water cascaded over him, he let the soothing sensations wash away the remnants of sleep, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Back in the guest room, Hermione stirred in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering open as the sunlight filtered through the curtains. She blinked, gradually becoming aware of her surroundings. Her gaze settled on the empty space beside her, and her heart swelled with affection for the boy who had shared his bed with her the previous night.

Hermione knew that Harry had gotten up, likely eager to prepare for their departure. Blushing slightly at the thought, she sat up and observed him as he changed. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Harry, shirtless and unaware of her presence. His physique had become even more defined during his summer of training, and the sight was undeniably captivating.

As Harry continued to get ready, Hermione took a moment to appreciate the view, marveling at the changes in her best friend. She felt a rush of warmth and affection, knowing how lucky she was to have him in her life, not just as her closest friend but now as her boyfriend.

Before she could consider whether to announce her awakening or keep it to herself, Harry turned around, and their eyes met. Hermione's cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as she realized he had caught her watching him. She quickly averted her gaze, her heart racing.

Harry, his expression filled with a mixture of surprise and amusement, smiled at her. "Morning, Mione," he greeted, his voice warm and gentle.

Hermione glanced back at him, her embarrassment subsiding as she returned his smile. "Good morning, Harry," she replied, her tone soft and affectionate.

The morning sun illuminated the cozy Granger household as Emma set a hearty breakfast on the table. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the room, and the atmosphere was filled with warmth and comfort. Sitting around the table, Harry, Hermione, and her parents savored the delicious meal that Emma had prepared. It was a bittersweet moment as they knew that it marked the end of their summer together. While Hogwarts awaited them with its magical adventures, there was a sense of longing for the moments they had shared in this tranquil muggle setting.

As they finished their meal, Harry and Hermione expressed their heartfelt gratitude to Emma. Harry was genuinely thankful for their kind hospitality, and he couldn't help but feel touched by their acceptance of him into their family, even if only for a short while. Hermione was equally appreciative and couldn't contain the love she felt for her parents.

After the breakfast dishes were cleared away, it was time to leave for King's Cross Station.

Arriving at the station, Hermione hugged her parents tightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm going to miss you both so much," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Emma returned the hug, pressing a kiss to Hermione's forehead. "We'll miss you too, sweetheart. Remember to write, and we'll see you soon."

Dan embraced Hermione, his grip strong and reassuring. "You take care of yourself, Hermione. We're always here for you, no matter what."

Hermione nodded, blinking away her tears, and then turned to Harry. She could see the genuine affection in his eyes as he bid farewell to her parents. It warmed her heart to know that they had not only accepted her relationship with Harry but had also embraced him as part of their family. The Grangers really liked Harry and approved of his and Hermione's relationship.

With a lump in his throat, Harry hugged Emma and Dan in turn. "Thank you for everything," he said sincerely. "You have an amazing daughter, and it's been an honor to spend time with your family."

Emma and Dan exchanged a knowing glance, "Take care of our girl, Harry," Emma replied with a soft smile.

"Always," Harry promised, his voice filled with sincerity.

After their heartfelt goodbyes, Harry and Hermione headed to Platform 9 3/4.

The Hogwarts Express hurtled through the picturesque countryside, its rhythmic chugging providing a soothing backdrop for the group of friends gathered in their compartment. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had claimed a compartment of their own, eager to enjoy each other's company before arriving at Hogwarts. Neville and Luna joined them, filling the remaining seats.

Hermione, ever the organized one, had managed to make room for Luna and Neville, squeezing closer to Harry. It was a subtle way of getting closer to him, her fingers brushing his as she adjusted herself.

Ron, who was seated across from them, watched this with a furrowed brow, unable to ignore the small but significant shift in their relationship dynamics.

Neville and Luna, who had been away on their own summer adventures, were fascinated by the transformation in Harry's physical appearance. They couldn't help but comment on his newfound physique and height.

"Harry, you've really filled out over the summer, and you're as tall as me now!" Neville remarked, his eyes wide with surprise.

Luna, her dreamy voice filled with curiosity, added, "Yes, you look positively radiant. Did you discover a new plant or potion that enhances one's physical attributes?"

Harry chuckled, flattered by their compliments. "No, nothing like that. I've been doing some training."

Hermione couldn't hide her pride as she listened to Harry talk about the rigorous training regimen he had undergone over the summer. She took this opportunity to reach for his hand, a small smile gracing her lips.

As the friends chatted and caught up on each other's summer experiences, Harry suddenly spotted Draco Malfoy passing by their compartment door. Memories from their summer visit to Diagon Alley flashed through his mind. He remembered seeing Draco and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, entering Borgin and Burkes, a shady shop filled with dark artifacts. It had been a suspicious sight, especially when several Death Eaters had been lurking nearby, their dark cloaks obscuring their identities. Before they could investigate it further, Fenrir Greyback, who had been lurking nearby, decided to shut the shop curtains, effectively blocking their view. It was a clear attempt to keep anyone from snooping around and overhearing their conversation.

Harry leaned in closer to his friends, his voice hushed. "Remember what we saw in Diagon Alley this summer?"

Hermione nodded, her eyes narrowing in concentration. "Yes, Draco and his mother entering Borgin and Burkes. And those Death Eaters gathering around that dark cabinet."

Ron chimed in, a look of concern on his face. "They seemed up to something, that's for sure."

Harry decided at that moment. He needed to find out more about what was happening. He pulled away from Hermione's grasp, his determination evident in his eyes. "I'll be back in a bit," he said, standing up, leaving his friends surprised and puzzled.

Before he left the compartment, Harry cast the Disillusionment Charm wandlessly, causing his body to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. They were all dumbfounded, despite already knowing Harry had done a lot of training. It was a skill he had been working on during his summer training, and it came in handy now as he ventured down the narrow train corridor.

He moved silently, staying close to the compartment where he had seen Draco. He couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden within the mysterious dark cabinet and what role Draco and his mother were playing in the unfolding events.

Harry re-entered the compartment, sliding the door closed behind him as he settled back into his seat next to Hermione. Her observant eyes quickly noticed his continued invisibility.

"Harry, you're still invisible," she pointed out, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Harry chuckled and snapped his fingers, dispelling the Disillusionment Charm. He reappeared before them, looking slightly sheepish. "Oops, I forgot."

Hermione leaned in closer, her expression filled with curiosity. "So, did you find out anything?"

Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "No, Hermione, I didn't. I waited outside Draco's compartment for about half an hour, but I didn't hear or see anything significant. It felt like a waste of time, and I didn't want to spend the entire train ride lurking in the corridor."

Unfortunately for Harry, after just getting comfortable, he and Hermione were called for a prefect meeting.

The first few months of the school year at Hogwarts passed swiftly, marked by Harry's impressive academic achievements and notable progress in various fields. He discovered a peculiar book in his Potions class, one with handwritten notes on the side of the recipes. These notes provided alternate instructions for brewing potions, though Harry already knew better methods thanks to Gornak's rigorous training. Armed with this knowledge, he produced a flawless Draught of the Living Death, earning himself a coveted prize: Felix Felicis, the famed Liquid Luck.

Harry had quickly risen to the top of his class in Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms, outperforming even Hermione. This unexpected success pleased his professors, and Severus Snape couldn't help but be surprised at Harry's remarkable talent. He had mellowed somewhat this year, showing greater maturity and avoiding unnecessary confrontations with Snape. The Potions Master found himself unable to deduct points from Harry so far.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry remained at the top, but now by a considerable margin. This extraordinary proficiency puzzled Snape further, and he began to acknowledge Harry's unique skills.

The young wizard had even initiated meetings with Dumbledore, sharing disturbing insights into Voldemort's dark past. Harry couldn't help but be troubled by the extent of Voldemort's malevolence, which had taken root even in his youth. During one of these discussions, Dumbledore expressed his desire to teach Harry Occlumency, a skill that would help him protect his mind from external intrusion. Remus Lupin also offered to further hone Harry's dueling abilities, seeing the potential for him to become an exceptional duelist. Harry agreed to both offers, knowing that he was about to astound his mentors.

Quidditch trials had also taken place, and Harry finalized the team with the likes of Jimmy Peakes, Ginny, Ron, Katie Bell, Ritchie Coote, and Demelza Robins. The team was nowhere near as strong as in previous years, but with enough training, they were a formidable side.

However, on October 12, Katie Bell had been cursed after touching a cursed necklace, intending to deliver it to Professor Dumbledore.

Nevertheless, the first Quidditch match of the year was a resounding success for Gryffindor, as they obliterated the Slytherin team with a score of 250-0. Ron, as the keeper, played an instrumental role in maintaining a clean sheet, allowing Gryffindor to amass a lead of 100-0. Harry sealed the victory by catching the Snitch effortlessly.

The post-Quidditch win celebration was in full swing, with the Gryffindor common room alive with excitement and jubilation. As the party roared on, Harry and Hermione couldn't help but exchange amused glances as they observed Ron passionately snogging Lavender Brown right in front of everyone. Chuckling softly to each other, Harry and Hermione decided to let Ron enjoy his newfound romance, well aware that it would be an interesting journey for him, to say the least.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny relished their visits to Hogsmeade during the winter months. The picturesque village, covered in a blanket of snow, was even more enchanting than usual. They strolled along the snow-dusted streets, exploring the quaint shops, enjoying the cozy ambiance, and savoring the seasonal treats. One of their favorite stops was the Three Broomsticks, where they would warm up with butterbeer by the roaring fire.

Fortunately for Harry and Hermione, Ron was often pulled away by an eager Lavender Brown, and Ginny spent some time with Dean Thomas, leaving the secret couple alone.

However, throughout the term, Harry couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes directed his way, predominantly from girls who had taken note of his impressive transformation. He had been happily dating Hermione in secret, but as time passed, he began to feel a growing desire to reveal their relationship to the world. The need to hide their affection weighed on him.

Complicating matters, Harry noticed Cormac McLaggen developing a strong interest in Hermione. The way McLaggen ogled her with lustful intent sent a surge of anger coursing through Harry. His emotions stirred, causing his magic to surge and shake the school ever so slightly. Hermione, however, was quick to intervene, soothing him and helping him regain control.

The Christmas season at Hogwarts had brought with it a festive atmosphere that enveloped the entire castle. It was during this time that Harry and Hermione found themselves attending Professor Slughorn's highly anticipated Christmas Party together. Hermione, in particular, had garnered the attention of Cormac McLaggen, who boldly approached her with an invitation to the party. However, Hermione declined his advances, causing a bit of a scene and, in the process, saving herself from an unwanted date.

The night of the party arrived, and to Harry's surprise, it turned out to be quite enjoyable. Hermione had chosen a stunning dress for the occasion, and as she entered the room, she looked radiant. The dress, a deep shade of royal pink, accentuated her figure beautifully. Its delicate lace and shimmering sequins added an air of elegance, making Hermione truly stand out. Her hair was styled in loose waves, cascading down her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a touch of festive makeup.

Harry, too, had taken the time to dress up for the event. He donned a well-fitted suit that complemented his tall and athletic frame. The charcoal gray fabric accentuated his strong shoulders and narrow waist, making him look rather dashing. His unruly raven-black hair remained, and he wore a subtle cologne that added an enticing hint of masculinity. Together, Harry and Hermione made a striking pair. As they entered the room, they drew admiring glances from their fellow students. It seemed as though all eyes were on them as they navigated the dance floor.

Harry, admittedly, was still no dancing expert. His moves were far from graceful, and he had made little progress since the Yule Ball disaster. However, it didn't matter to Hermione. She simply laughed off their awkward steps and enjoyed the music and the moment they shared. As the night wore on, it seemed that their dancing improved in the eyes of the other partygoers, who couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two of them having such a great time together.

However, Snape interrupted their dance to 'convey a message' from Dumbledore. He was traveling and would not return till term resumed. Harry was curious, but simply nodded, turning back to his beautiful date.

But, as it so often happened at Hogwarts, moments of happiness and celebration could be shattered all too quickly. The festive atmosphere took a sour turn when Draco Malfoy, of all people, was caught attempting to gatecrash the party. It seemed highly unusual, and Harry and Hermione couldn't help but suspect that there was more to the story. Overhearing a conversation between Draco and Professor Snape, they learned of Draco's dangerous mission on behalf of the Dark Lord and Snape's unbreakable vow to protect him.

Despite this unsettling revelation, Harry and Hermione chose to focus on the joyous holiday season that awaited them outside the castle's walls. They had been invited to the Burrow and the Grangers for Christmas, they planned to stay at the Burrow till Christmas and go to the Grangers on Boxing Day.

Not much happens in the beginning of the term in the canon, so I decided I would write at a faster pace.

As you can tell, I made Harry the prefect this time instead of Ron. Ron is probably one of the worst choices for prefect in my opinion, and Dumbledore not wanting to give Harry something else to worry about is a pretty lame excuse. Also, after seeing the results of Harry's training, Dumbledore holds Harry to a higher standard.