Soul Pieces by Sweet-Lemmon

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 18/05/2006
Last Updated: 07/07/2007
Status: Paused

While they were looking for the Horcruxes, Harry and Hermione started a 'non-
relationship'. It was only physical, right? They didn't think about the consequenses.A
story about love and battles. Rated for sex, language and adult themes. Please Read and Review!
CHAPTER 28:' Dumbledore nodded. “Yes, Miss Granger,” he confirmed, “unfortunately.” “And how
did Snape...?” “Today is not the time, Hermione,” was Dumbledore’s answer. “Ha!” Hermione laughed
obnoxiously. “Today is not the time? Wonderful! You know Professor you were right when you said
that people call me the brightest witch of my age- but right now, this doesn’t mean a damn thing! I
am losing it!' Please read on my profile the inform about this fic’s status.




1. Desire
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SOUL PIECES

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

AN: Here is the first chapter of my first fanfiction ever! I am not an English speaker so I
apologize for any mistake. I hope you like it!

Warning: the first part of this chapter has a sex scene.

**CHAPTER 1: Desire**

*The Burrow*

*Ginny's Bedroom*

“Harry, please, we can't …we can't,” she pleaded, looking into his green eyes.

“Why? Why can't we? I'm sick of everyone telling me what I should or shouldn't do! I
want you, `Hermione. I want you to be mine. I want to be inside you…” he said, holding her
waist.

“Ha!” she replied.

“Don't! Don't say that you don't want this. I can see it in your eyes. I can see the
fire, the desire.Â Tell me, if you don't want to do anything, why are you wearing this?”

“This is my nightgown! What I am supposed to sleep in, my Gryffindor robes?”

Harry laughed.

“Oh, please! I know you wear pajamas. You never … you've never worn anything like
*this,”* he said, touchin*g* the soft fabric; his other hand touching her hips, her butt,
her body…

*Oh, Merlin! What are those hands!* Hermione thought.

“And you are not even wearing a bra?” he inquired.

Hermione looked at him in shook.Â “How…”

“Luv,” he placed his hands over her breasts, “your nightgown is almost transparent.”

And with that, he began to kiss her from neck to ears, his tongue traveling slowly across her
jaw. Hermione wanted to push him away but Merlin that felt good!

It was so wrong yet so right at same time.

Her brain kept telling her that she wouldn't do that but her body, her heart…

Harry was right; she wanted it as much Harry…

All those kisses, the flirting…

She wanted him.

She needed him…

Harry couldn't stop himself; he leant on her and placed his lips on hers. He put all his
feelings into that one kiss. He was hungry for her.

She moved her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him close to her.Â They kissed, as the
whole world disappeared around them. Nothing mattered anymore.

He kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming over the length of her body; her back, her butt, her
arms, wherever he could reach.Â They were on fire, it was so hot! She let her hands wander over his
back where she could feel his back muscles flexing as he moved.

*Thank God for Quidditch, s*he thought and the fact that he was only wearing his blue short
boxers didn't help either! *How am I supposed to stop this when he looks so damn
good?*

She moaned when her nightgown was yanked over her head and carelessly tossed aside. He tenderly
touched one of her breasts as he kissed her again and again. His thumbs brushed against her nipples
and she shivered against his touch. Her hands were tangling in his dark hair, swirling through the
locks as she moaned louder and louder into his mouth.

Her body was almost completely exposed by then, left in only her white panties.

God, she's perfect, Harry thought. “You're gorgeous,” he whispered.

Harry kept leaning his body against Hermione, and before they knew it, they fell onto the floor.
Without a second thought, Harry stood up from the floor and carried her to the bed.Â Once there, he
nestled himself between her spread legs.

She moaned loudly and her hips were bucking upwards, yearning for more pleasure. Harry wanted to
see her, all of her until he finally slid her knickers down.Â

“Harry!” she screamed.

Harry wanted her so bad. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down so that his face was level with
hers.Â She was on fire but Harry looked completely calm as he kissed her lightly on the lips. He
kissed her ear and whispered, “I need more.”

He removed his boxers and she simply stared at him.

He didn't need to ask if she had had sex before, he just wanted to hear her crying out his
name.

“Harry, please be gentle.”

Raising her slightly he slowly pressed himself into her. He heard her whimpering as he tried to
get in without hurting her. Feeling the tightness surround him he went in a bit quicker hearing a
muffled cry.

“Shh. it's okay,” he said as he finally got himself all the way in.

She couldn't describe the sensation and feelings as the tip of his penis pushed against her
secret place.

He was barely halfway , when he felt the unavoidable barrier. He pushed a little harder but the
membrane of flesh refused to break. Hermione pleaded into his eyes, her face was a mask of pleasure
and pain.

It was like she was in Heaven or at other *wonderful place*. Harry was making her felt
`sensations' that she couldn't believe even exist.

She felt pretty, desirable.Â Alive.

…. But them he realized thatÂ Hermione was bleeding. At that moment, he felt fear *oh Lord I
am hurting he* *!* But her face was pure delight and desire and encouraged by her lust, he
lunged forward lifting her arse as he took her once more.

"Oh, Merlin! " she gasped.

"Do you like it?" he almost cried, pumping harder and faster

"Yes! Yes! Don't stop!" she groaned.

She started to move up and down slowly and savored the experience of Harry inside her. He
reached up and took her both breasts in his hands, thrusting himself deeper into her.

*Oh Merlin!*

She moaned even louder and sexier. Harry could hardly take it. She was driving him insane and
she didn't even know it.

He felt so good.

Happy.Â Fulfilled.

Â “You drive me crazy,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting into her hard and fast as he
could.

Exhausted, he pulled off her and lay by her side, approaching her next to him.

“You were amazing, ” he said kissing her.

She smiled and replied:

“Thank you, Harry. Thank you for this gift. You completed me.”

~~ ~~~~~~

Harry knew the meaning and the importance of virginity for a girl, but he couldn't help
thinking that was h*is* first time too. Of course, he knew he hadn't been the perfect
gentleman, but that had been the only way he could do it. Otherwise, he would never have had the
nerve.

*Merlin, Potter you just slept with your best friend and it was damn good!* Watching her
exposed sleeping figure, he whispered to himself: “How wrong I was to think that I could only have
sex with you,'Mione. We made love…Happy Birthday, my Hermione.”

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ***

**2 months before, July19 1997**

**Privet Drive- Surrey**

Harry was in his bed studying the ceiling in his room. He felt sadness, angry, rage and a number
of other emotions he couldn't quite describe. What would happen now that Dumbledore wasn't
there anymore? To whom would he go to for help? How was he supposed find and destroy the
Horcruxes?

Harry already knew the answer though: Hermione. Yes, who else could help him? He didn't want
her to get involved, but he knew he needed her. He knew Ron would help too, but thinking about his
other best friend only made him think about Ginny. He didn't know what felt for her anymore.
Yes, he cared about her, but deep inside he was glad that he had ended it with her.

Of course, she had sent him many letters pleading with him, saying how much she loved him, but
he couldn't let her keep such hope. He had already written to her, saying that it wasn't
wise to send so many letters to him; Voldemort could be intercepting the owls.

After that, she didn't write to him anymore.

Ron and Hermione had sent him letters too but those were mainly only to say that they were doing
okay. Of course, he wanted to know more about what his friends were doing, but that wasn't
safe.

Lost with his thoughts, he almost didn't hear the shouts coming from downstairs.

“BOY!” he heard his aunt yell out. “Come here, NOW!”

*Great, what the hell happened now?* he asked himself. **“**I'm coming, Aunt
Petunia!” he replied and finally got out of bed.

~~~ ~~~~~~

“You have a visitor, boy,” he Aunt told him once he was downstairs.

“What?” he asked.

And there, standing in front of him was Remus Lupin. Instantly, Harry felt happiness.

“Professor!” he cried out, giving the old marauder a hug.

“Remus, Harry, it's Remus now,” said Remus with a smile. “How are you?”

“Fine, despite everything. But what are you doing here? Did something happen?” Harry began to
worry; maybe something had happened…the Weasleys…Ron…Hermione…

“Can we talk in your room?” asked Remus, looking between Petunia and Harry.

Harry had forgotten about his aunt by that point.

“Of course, come in!” he said as he moved towards his aunt. “Aunt Petunia, we're going to my
room. I don't want be disturbed”

Without waiting for a reply, Harry and Remus went to Harry's room.

~~~ ~~~~~~

Sitting on the desk chair, Remus began to talk. “I can see that your aunt doesn't seem too
bad these days.”

“Oh, yeah, they're okay. Well, if okay means not speaking with me, but I `m glad for it.
They know this is my last summer here… but tell me Prof…I mean Remus, has something happened?”

Remus gave Harry a small smile and threw his hands over his hair.

“Ron is fine, Harry,”

*Oh, God, Hermione! He only answered about Ron…*

Noticing the expression on Harry's face, Remus quickly added, “And Hermione is fine
too.”

“Oh, thank Merlin!”

“But I'm here because of her.”

Harry gave him a puzzled look.

“As you may or may not know, your house is being watched by the Order.”

“Yeah…”

“Hermione's house is too.”

“But…”

“She's a Muggleborn, Harry. And Snape and Pettigrew know that you two are friends. They know
she isn't an ordinary student, but let me continue. Yesterday was my turn to watch her house.
When I was changing shifts with another Order member, I still don't know how she saw us…”

Harry chuckled.

“Well, she saw us and invited me to drink a cup of tea. We drank the tea and talked; we talked
about many things. I don't remember how we started to talk about the Black family and
that's when I thought she had gone mad. She began to pace nervously. Her face was blank and she
asked me, no, demanded that I come here and took you to her house because she needed to talk to you
urgently.”

Harry was so confused that he didn't know what to say.Â “But what did you say about the
Black's? Did you talk about Sir…?

“No, she went mental when I mentioned his brother.”

“But she already knew about Regulus, didn't she?”

“Yes, but the *thing* happened after I answered one of her questions.”

“What was it?”

“She asked me what was his full name was.”

“And….”

“And I told her it was Regulus Arcturus Black.”

And for Remus Lupin's despair, Harry too became mental.

*****

Thanks to my beta Mabel!

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2. Sírius' Brother and Hermione's Plan
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**SOUL PIECES**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter

**Chapter 2:** **Sírius’ Brother and Hermione’s Plan**

*Regulus Arcturus Black*

*Regulus Arcturus Black*

*R.A.B*

*R.A.B…*

Harry frowned. He was shocked. No words seemed came to mind. Remus Lupin looked at the boy in
concern.

“Harry, are you alright?”

Lupin’s voice awaked the young wizard.

“Oh? Ah, yeah, yeah…everything’s fine.”

“Harry, what’s so important about Reg? Why was Hermione, and now you, in so much shock?” Remus
asked and Harry felt a little discomfort.

“Nothing…”

“Harry…”

“Look, Remus, I’m really sorry but I can’t say a word. I promised Dumbledore. The only people I
can discuss *this* issue with are Hermione and Ron. I’m sorry.”

Remus looked a little disappointed. He really wanted Harry to trust him, but he, Remus Lupin had
his own secrets.

“Okay, Harry. I won’t insist if you promised Dumbledore. There’s only one thing: please be
careful.”

Harry gave him a weak smile.

“So, Remus, how are we going? I know how you apparated, but I can’t…will we go by floo or
Portkey?”

“No, we can’t floo. You see Hermione’s house belongs to muggles, so, it’s a little complicated.
And a Portkey…we would have to ask permission for one at the Ministry and you know…”

“Okay, so how…?”

“By car,” Remus interrupted.

Harry had very wide-open eyes. For a moment he thought about a certain old blue Ford
Anglia….

“B…by…car?”

Remus chuckled.

“Yes, Harry, by car, but a muggle one and we’ll travel in the muggle way. Before you ask, yes, I
have a license to drive AND the car is legal. I borrowed it from Tonks’ dad; he’s muggle-born. So,
let’s go, Kent isn’t far away.”

Half an hour later, Harry had changed his clothes and talked to his Aunt about his travel plans.
Remus told Petunia that Harry would be back before evening.

The trip turned out to be soothing for Harry. He and Remus talked about several things,
especially about the war. Remus explained that McGonagall and Moody were commanding the Order of
the Phoenix.

“It was the best decision. You see, Moody is a great warrior but he isn’t a very pleasant
person. Minerva has a great knowledge of magic and she’s now the Head of Hogwarts. Everybody
respects her.”

The former Professor also told Harry that the Order was trying to gather new allies.

“And Voldemort?”

“Well, there were some attacks in Bristol and Whitshire.”

“Whitshire? But isn’t the…?”

“Yes, Malfor Manor is located in Whitshire but we think the manor was not attacked because we
didn’t see anything. The Malfoys had the same sort of charms that Dumbledore used at Grimmauld
Place.”

“But why?”

“Voldemort probably isn’t very happy with the Malfoys. Some sources said that Narcissa had been
put in question by some in Voldemort’s order. And Draco…”

“I know. Any news about Snape?”

“No, he disappeared.”

A few hours later, the two wizards arrived in a small and peaceful street (very much like Privet
Drive). Hermione’s home was a beautiful house with white walls, large windows and a small
garden.

They rang the door bell and Harry could hear someone’s shout inside the house.

“Hang on! I am coming!”

That was Hermione’s voice.

Less than two minutes later, a smiling Hermione opened the door.

“Harry! Professor Lupin!”

Harry said nothing. He only looked at his friend in disbelief.

Her hair was a little less bushy and shorter than the last time he saw her. She was wearing a
pair of shorts and a blue tank top. Hermione wasn’t indecent or even dressed in a sexy way; she was
just *casual...*

*Merlin, those clothes! I can see her belly (very nice, by the way…) and… and…her legs! OH MY
GOD, those legs!* So *long, so pretty, so damn sexy…OH! Shut up, Potter!*

The awkward moment was interrupted by Remus’ cough and Harry knew he wanted to laugh. Harry’s
face was priceless.

“Hello, Hermione. As I promised you, here is Harry,” Remus said.

The girl looked at Harry and seemed a little preoccupied. The boy hadn’t said a word.

“Are you alright, Harry?”

“Oh? Oh yeah. How are you, Hermione?”

“Well, the same, I guess…but what we are doing here? Let’s go inside. And Prof… I mean, Remus,
please lunch with us. The food is already done and I bet you two are hungry. And *after*
lunch, we’ll talk,” she said looking at Harry at the last part.

“Oh, thank you, Hermione. But your parents-”

“No problem, they’re at work.”

8888888888

They ate delicious pasta for lunch and Remus left almost immediately afterwards. He said that
would pick Harry up at about 4:30 PM that evening.

“So, Harry. I imagine Remus gave you my *message*?” she asked.

“Yes, I can’t believe we didn’t think about Sirius’s brother. Everything matches. But
where…”

The look on Hermione’s face gave him the answer: 12 Grimmauld Place.

“Yes, Harry, Sirius’ house. The locket is there.”

“But how … Dumbledore’s gone…”

“Harry, you’re the new Master of that house.”

“So, we need to go there now,” he said.

“Yes, but the house isn’t safe right now. And not to mention it’s very dirty.”

“You don’t want to clea-”

“No, silly. Not us, Kreacher.”

Harry gave her a disgusted look.

“Harry, you know how I feel about house elves and I know how you feel about Kreacher. But you’re
his Master now. You’ll tell him to clean the house and that you want the house exactly how it was
during the Blacks’ golden days.”

“Okay, but I’ll ask Dobby too. I don’t trust that… that… THING.”

“Well, perfect. And now, the second part of my plan.”

“Second part? Plan?”

“Harry, this is serious, we simply can’t fail. We need to plan everything very carefully. The
house will be clean but still not safe. I don’t know, but if it’s alright with you, we could ask
Professor McGonagall to put some security charms again. You can say to her that you’ll no longer be
living with Dursleys, that you need a new home, etc… etc… etc.”

“Hermione, you really are brilliant.”

“And we can use there as our headquarters. You know, the Horcruxes will not appear to us like
magic. We’ll need to research, not only where they are but how to destroy them. Don’t forget
Dumbledore’s hand.”

“Hermione, about that…”

“Harry, please don’t. You already know about Ron’s decision and mine. So, I thought about using
the Fidelius Charm again.”

Harry felt a little uneasy. The Fidelius Charm, a wonderful yet cursed charm that he had heard
of before. He didn’t want to think like that but what if history repeated itself? What if?

Hermione looked at her best friend and she knew that he was having an internal battle. All those
years of friendship made her a ‘Harry expert’. She knew that the Fidelius Charm brought painful
memories, and very painful fears.

She put a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“I know it isn’t for you Harry and I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re afraid that
that someone will betray us. I won’t say that you’re being silly because you’re not, but we need to
go on.”

“You know better than anyone, Hermione,” he said smiling timidly. “It’s just that- that I don’t
know even how to explain. You see, now we think that no one can betray us but my parents and Sirius
thought the same thing about Pettigrew. It’s just hard.”

“I won’t say that I know how you’re feeling because I don’t, Harry. You have such a terrible
past that I can’t even begin to imagine how you could be such a nice and good person.”

Harry blushed.

“However, Harry, we- you- can’t be held back by our- your- fears. Maybe I sound a little
insensitive but time is passing…we are in a war. We- you- need to put the fears and the pain aside
and fight. And for this we need to go to Grimmauld Place. We need a Fidelius Charm.”

Harry looked at his friend with such pride and respect. He needed to laugh at his Boggart; he
had to destroy his fears.

“You’re right, like always. We- I- need to go on. We need a Fidelius, but who? Remus?

“No, Remus is too obvious. Maybe Professor McGonagall. She’s trustworthy and serious about
helping us.”

“Yeah, McGonagall is a good woman. It’s a good choice. I just hope-“

“Harry…please.”

“I know, sorry. So, should I call Kreacher now?”

In the next hour, several different pops were heard inside Hermione’s bedroom. First, Harry
called Kreacher and asked him to bring Dobby and Professor McGonagall. After explaining to Dobby
and Kreacher what he wanted, Harry told the Headmistress about what he and Hermione had discussed
previously. To their surprise, Professor McGonagall didn’t ask for anymore details. It seemed that
she already knew.”

“Well Harry, I think we just took the first step.”

“Yes, it’s really a start. Now, to change the subject, will you go to The Burrow at the end of
the summer?”

The mention of the Weasley’s house brought a little red color to her cheeks.

“Er,um,no,” she replied.

“But I thought…”

“Well, you see, Harry…. after the burial…er…Ron and I….er….”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, we kissed,” she confessed.

Harry felt happy; he knew his two best friends liked each other, but then another thought hit
him. If they were together…what about him?

“That’s nice. I’m really happy for you two. So, are you two together now?”

“Er, no. I really liked the kiss. It was very sweet and I think Ron and I really needed that,
but I don’t know. I talked to him and told him that we shouldn’t, you know, date.”

“What! But why?”

“Harry, we have a very important mission ahead of us. We can’t get distracted. Do you imagine if
for some reason he and I break up? How stressful would that be?”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed.

“And you? How are you and Ginny?”

“There isn’t a “Me and Ginny” anymore. I broke it off at the end of last year. It’s for the best
and no, I’m not being noble. Like you said, we can’t have distractions.”

“But, do you still like her?”

“Yes, of course, she’s very nice. But that’s the problem. She’s nice, pretty, and smart but,
only that; I like her. I don’t like her the same way she likes me.”

“She loves you, Harry.”

“I know but I don’t love her. Love is a very strong feeling and I think I am too young for
that.”

“You have to talk to her Harry. Tell her how feel about her. You need to have a frank
conversation with her. It may be hard, but she deserves it, unless, you want a Penelope waiting for
you…”

“Of course not! I’ll talk to her. But, if you don’t go to The Burrow…”

“I talked to Tonks. I’ll stay with her and Remus at her parent’s house (they’re traveling right
now). It’s in London. I think it’s for the best. The Burrow will be a madhouse since Bill and
Fleur’s wedding is coming up but why don’t you stay there too? Really, it’ll a little strange for
me to live with a couple. If you want go to I’ll understand.”

“No, I don’t want stay at Burrow without you. I’ll talk to Remus but I don’t think that Ron will
like the idea.”

“He’ll survive,” she responded with a smile.

They talked more about several things until Remus showed up to take Harry back to the Dursleys’.
The young man had a really great time with his best friend.

Inside the car, Harry asked Remus about Tonks’ house and Remus said that he would talk to her
about it but that it would more than like be okay with her (the man loved the idea).

“So, Harry, how did you manage to stay with Hermione alone without breaking a sweat?”

“Remus!”

The man laughed.

“Come on, Harry. I saw your face when you saw her. I must admit that she’s a sexy girl if I say
so myself,” Remus comment, glancing at Harry. It was good to see Harry talking about some
frivolities.

“She’s my friend, Remus. My BEST friend.”

“I’m not saying you have to snog her, Harry. You’re a young man now and she’s a woman. It’s
normal to feel *things.* It’s biological; physical,” he explained.

“Yes, I know what you mean. But, no, nothing “physical” happened to me with her. You’re right
about the clothes though. Bloody Hell! Did you see her belly? And her legs! I never knew she had
legs like that …not to mention the hips…oh BOY!”

Remus Lupin laughed even harder.

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Thanks to my wonderful beta Mabel.



3. Tonks' House
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**SOUL PIECES**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

**Chapter 03: Tonks’ House**

*August 1st*

*2:00 am*

Harry was smiling to himself; finally he was free. He didn’t need to see, speak or even mention
the Dursleys anymore. And he was, seventeen years old, a legal adult, sitting in a comfortable
couch at Tonks’ house.

“So, Harry,” Hermione began. “You didn’t tell me what gifts you received for your birthday.”

Her voice brought him back to reality.

“Oh, well, let’s me see…I got a pensieve.”

“Harry!”

“Kidding, but, seriously, you three (and he motioned with his head towards Tonks and Remus, who
were snogging in a corner of the living room) gave me a wonderful present.”

“I am glad that you liked it.”

“I received some groceries from Mr. And Mrs. Weasley; Ron gave me a book about seekers. Hagrid
gave me a wand kit; Professor McGonagall and Mad-Eye gave me a spell book collection (feel free to
read them) and Ginny-” he stopped and breathed heavily, a sad smile appeared on his face. “Ginny
gave me a pair of leather gloves. In her card, she said they were for me use this year.”

“She didn’t know, did she?”

He shook his head.

“And the twins gave me a really cool potion kit.”

“A what?”

“A potion kit. It’s a box with several bottles with potions, things to stop bleeding,
Veritaserum, felix felices and even a pre made polyjuice potion, I just need to put the hair of
another person in there.”

“Wow, they really gave you some useful stuff,” she said.

“Oh, and I almost forgot to mention “*wonderful”* pair of socks from Dobby…”

Hermione laughed silently.

“Speaking o f Dobby, you told me he and Kreatcher had already cleaned the house.”

“Yes, they appeared in Surrey. I sent an owl to McGonagall. Of course, I didn’t mention anything
‘big’, but she understood. She’ll meet us on August eight.”

“We have to call Ron.”

“I thought about that too. In fact, I already talked to him. Remus will give him the coordinates
to Tonks’ house.”

“That’s good. I miss him.”

“Me too.”

“Well, I think I’m going to bed now. Good night, Harry,” she called out.

“Wait ! I’m going with you. I don’t think those two will notice we’re gone. I’m pretty tired,”
he said motioning toward Remus and Tonks.

00000000000000000000000000000000

Harry thought that living under the same roof with Hermione would be easy. How wrong he was. Not
that she was a bad campaigner; she really was the best person to live with. Specially that the most
part of the time they spent their time alone in the house but they only talked with Remus and Tonks
at breakfast and dinner.

The *problem* was Hermione. Well, not her; her body. It was too bloody perfect for her and
Harry’s own good.

Harry began to feel increasingly uncomfortable around her. He couldn’t understand it. One
morning he saw her coming out of the bathroom clad in only a towel. That was a scene that he had
already seen at the Burrow, but at that moment, he felt a strange tug in his stomach. He was hot
and cold at same time, a strange feeling, indeed. He had to practically run to his room
to…to...well, er, *relieve* himself. *How embarrassing!* And things became worse.
Apparently, she seemed to have forgotten what pants were. She was only wearing dresses and skirts
that showed her creamy legs.

If, during the day, the young wizard could manage to restrain himself from embarrassing
situations, at night, in bed, in his dreams, things were very different. That wasn’t the only night
that he didn’t have strange and sweaty dreams about his best female friend.

*Oh, Merlin, help me. I’m here with her for 14 days! This can’t continue. What about when we
move to Grimmauld Place? It was wonderful that Remus and Tonks invited us to live there with them
and give us private lessons, but Ron would be there soon too. OH. MY. GOD. What will I say to him
if something embarrassing happened in front of him? ’Sorry, mate, but our best friend, the girl you
fancy, makes me feel very excited. Oh, and by the way, I have wet dreams about her too…’*

It was good that Ron didn’t notice anything unusual between his two friends when he was with
Professor McGonagall. But Harry’s mind was focused in other things at the time. The meeting went
pretty well; Harry wasn’t really surprise when she told them she already knew they wouldn’t come
back to Hogwarts.

‘Albus (his portrait) told me that you three will be going on a kind of mission. He said that I
should give you permission to use the library and with anything else that you may need. I agreed
but I only ask you to tell me first and if you must something after the curfew, the other students
can’t know.”

Harry was pretty curious about Grimmauld Place. Professor McGonagall said that the place was
safe. If it were up to him, they would have moved in already but Hermione and Ron thought it would
be better to do this after Bill’s wedding.

*Oh, Merlin. The wedding!* Harry thought. *I almost forgot. I’ll see Ginny there…how will
I act around her? What I will say? I know what I NEED to say and I know she’ll be really hurt when
she realizes that Hermione and Ron and I will not be going back to Hogwarts but the wedding is a
month away… I still have time to think.*

*Now, I must sleep. Ron will be here tomorrow. I just hope don’t dream this time.*

But he dreamed.

00000

*The next day*

A very tall and redheaded young man sat in the living room with his two best friends eating his
FIFTH piece of cake.

“Ron! Haven’t you eaten enough?” cried an exasperated Hermione.

“Come on, Hermy…”

She gave him a murderous look.

“NEVER. I MEAN, NEVER. CALL ME HERMY!”

Ron gulped in fear.

“Sorry.”

Harry watched his two friends. *Always bickering*, he thought. Of course, he could sense a
little tension between those two. He couldn’t blame them. After all, they had kissed each other and
if wasn’t because of him, because of Voldemort, they probably would be together. Harry shook his
head to vanish his thoughts.

“Well guys, when you’re finished, we can talk about Godric’s Hollow. I want to go there before
we start figuring out who R.A.B is and about the horcruxes. I don’t know why, bu I think I want
some kind of blessing,” Harry said.

Hermione gave him a small smile and Ron gave a little tap on his shoulder.

“We understand, mate.”

“Harry?” Hermione asked. “You said that your apparition test will be on the twenty fifth,
right?”

”I couldn’t believe your dad arranged that for me. I know I might have to wait,” Harry said to
Ron.

“Yes, Neville and Macmillan will do the test next year. My dad told Scrimgeour that you would
need to have the license, some kind of ‘national security’. But you know, you’ll only receive the
license…”

“September third, I know.”

“That brings me to my question, Harry. What do you say we go to Godric’s Hollow after you get
your license? I know you want to go before the wedding but wouldn’t it be wise if we go there when
you can apparate? Legally, I mean,” Ron asked.

“You’re right. I want to go there before the wedding but…well, I guess afterward is as good a
time as any.”

“Mate, er, do you know where Godric’s Hollow is?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. But then…

’*Wait! **I** don’t know* *where it is!’*

Laughing, Harry answered his friend.

“Yes, Ron, I know where it is. Don’t worry, it’s in Wales. Remus told me it’s a very small
village. It’s located in an island called Holy Island.”

Hermione opened her eyes wide in shock and a big smile crossed her face. She jumped and almost
yelled, “I’ll be right back!”

“What was that about?” asked a very confused Ron.

“I don’t know, Ron. I really don’t know.”

Minutes later, Hermione was back. She had brought a map of Great Britain and, of course,
*Hogwarts, a History*. The boys promptly rolled their eyes at her.

Ignoring them, Hermione opened the map and pointed to the little place where they the words
“Holy Island” could be read and on the island were written the names ‘Holyhead’ ‘South Stack
Valley’….

“Godric’s Hollow isn’t …”

“Well, Ron, like Harry said, it’s a very small village. But that’s not the point. Do you know
what the name ‘HELGA’ means?”

The boys shook their heads.

Hermione didn’t answer instead she opened her book.

*“ Sorting Hat’s Song – 1994: ”*

“Hermione.”

“Ron, read only THIS,” and she point to a phrase: ‘*Sweet Hufflepuff, from Valley
broad’*

Harry and Ron looked at her. She had a triumphant smile.

*“*And, my dear friends, Helga is a word from the old German language. It means
*HOLY.”*

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**Chapter 04: Holy and UnHoly**

“Blood Hell! But tell me Hermione, how in hell do you know that?”

“Well, *Ronald,* if you had read *Hogwarts, a History,* you would know that
Hufflepuff’s parents named her *after* the place she was *born*: the Holy Island,”
Hermione said in an impatient voice.

“Well, *Hermy**,* why would I read that damn book if you know it by heart?”

“Ronald…”

“Shut up you two!” Harry cried, a little irritated with his two friends.

Merlin, how he hated that bickering… that- that- *flirting!*

*No, they aren’t flirting…There’re nothing between them, right? Yep, right.*

But they kissed each other…

*Yep, kiss**ed.*** *Past tense!*

*Well, but if wasn’t a war time…*

*I know! I know! They would be together!*

*Together!*

*And I would be very happy for them…*

*Don’t lie…*

*Shut up!*

“Harry?” he heard Hermione’s voice. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Just thinking…But, Hermione, does this mean, what I think it does?”

“Yes, Harry. I may be wrong, but I think we know where Hufflepuff’s Cup is.”

“Godric’s Hollow.”

“Yes. Everything seems to lead that way. Whether you like or not, Godric’s Hollow has a very
important meaning for Voldemort.”

Released of the initial surprise, Ron asked, “Okay, I agree with you, Hermione. But there is one
thing. How was You-Know-Who able to put the Cup there? Because, think, before the attack, he
couldn’t have put it there. The only person who could have done it was Pettigrew, but You-Know-Who
wouldn’t risk his spy. And after the attack, well, he didn’t have ….a body.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking the same thing,” replied Hermione.

“Not to mention that the Cup must have been in another place, another *meaningful place,*
until he could put it at Godric’s Hollow,” intervened Harry.

“Hogwarts.”

“Yes, Ron. The question now is *how* did he manage to get it in there?”

“Not only how, Harry, but, why? Why put the cup there? I know, I mentioned the importance of
Godric’s Hollow and that it’s located on the same island where Helga Hufflepuff lived, but I don’t
think Voldemort was too interested in Hufflepuff’s history. Why didn’t he leave the cup at
Hogwarts? Or why didn’t he use something from Gryffindor? There’s something missing.”

“I don’t know.”

“I think, Harry, that we need to talk with Dumbledore.”

The two boys looked at her as if she had two heads. *Talk with Dumbledore?*

“Hermione…”Ron began but was interrupted by Harry.

“No, Ron! Hermione is right. We need to talk to Dumbledore. The portrait, Ron, the
portrait!”

At the same time, Hermione was writing a note. After finishing, she gave Harry the
parchment.

“Harry, send Hedwig to McGonagall.”

Harry opened the note and read:

*“Dear Professor,*

*We need, with urgency, to see Dumbledore’s portrait.*

*Sincerely,*

*The Trio. “*


*)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))*

Several hours later, Hedwig returned with an answer.

“Look, Harry! Ron! There is a reply.”

Harry opened the envelope and noticed a note and a chocolate frog card.

*Dear Trio,*

*Please hold the card and say the place where the portrait is five minutes after you receive
this note. I will be waiting.*

*Sincerely,*

*Professor M.M.”*

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Five minutes! Five minutes!” Hermione began to panic.

Ron shook his head and said, “Calm down, Hermione.”

“Ron’s right. Calm down. I’ll write a note to Remus and Tonks. Take the card.”

*“Remus and Tonks,*

*We needed to see Professor M.*

*Don’t worry.*

*Harry, Ron and Hermione. “*

“Let’s go!” Harry announced.

The trio held the card and shouted together,

*“Hogwarts.* *Headmistress’ Office!”*

The usual pull on his navel threw Harry’s body and in a few seconds they were arrived at
Hogwarts. A tired Headmistress was waiting for them.

“So, there you are. I hope is everything alright.”

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley Miss. Granger,” a very familiar voice greeted. Dumbledore.

There he was, the most powerful wizard in the world and he was in a portrait. The three friends
looked at him with discomfort and sadness in their eyes.

“Good Afternoon, Professor,” the said in unison.

“Good Afternoon to you too, my dears. And please, don’t look at me with those sad eyes. Harry,
is everything okay with you, my boy?”

“Yes, Professor. I’m living with Hermione (Ron made a little movement, showing discomfort. The
others pretended not to notice) and Remus in Tonks’ house.”

“I know, Harry. Now, Minerva told me you needed to talk to me. But before we start,
Mr.Weasley….”

Ron jumped when he heard her name. *Bloody Hell, it’s creepy!*

“Don’t be afraid, dear Ronald. I’ll only ask if you already saw the chocolate frog card?”

“No…”

“Take a look, please.”

Ron took the card and when he saw the picture, his eyes opened wide, a big smile on his
face.

“Look, Harry! It’s Agrippa! Agrippa! I can’t believe it! Thank you, Professor!”

“You’re welcome. Now, Minerva…”

“I already know, Albus. I’m leaving. I‘ll be at my former office.” She turned to Harry, Hermione
and Ron. “Mr. Potter, Mr.Weasley, Miss Granger. After your meeting with Professor Dumbledore,
please come to my office. The old one.”

Before they could reply, she had already left.

“So, what do you need to talk about?”

“Professor, we think we know where the Hufflepuff’s cup is.” And then Hermione told him
everything.

When she finished, Dumbledore had the familiar twinkle with his eyes.

“Very good. You were faster than I thought.”

Those words made Harry’s bloody began to boil.

“What! Did you already know? I can’t believe it!”

“Harry…”

“No, Hermione…. he knew!”

“No, Harry I didn’t know. I only had my suspicions.”

“So why hadn’t you said anything?”

“I didn’t have time.”

Those words seemed to have thrown an arrow into everyone hearts.

*He didn’t have time. He died before…*

“But now, you’re here. Well, almost. So, why hadn’t you…”

“I need you to understand one thing. I am not allowed to say anything. Let me explain. I am not
a person anymore; I am an image, a picture. I can’t say meaningful things to you, things that might
change something or someone. *You* must bring the answers, I can’t give you the questions,*”
s*aid Dumbledore.

Ron looked at the old Professor like he was crazy.

“I don’t think death did him any good. Now he’s really mental,” the redhead muttered

Harry had to agree.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake you two!” cried an exasperated Hermione. “Didn’t you understand? *We
brought the answers! ”*

“Hermione…”

“No, listen! He couldn’t say where the Cup is. But we already know this. Now we can ask him the
questions, the why and how! He only can answer a direct question.”

“Very good, Miss Granger. Boys, do you understand?”

“Well…”

“I can only answer a specific type of question. I can’t elaborate beyond the answer to that
specific question. I can’t call you to say something. *You* have to come here and ask As Miss
Granger said, you brought to me two questions: *How* and *Why.* Now, I will tell you.

“As you may know, Hogwarts was founded by the four most powerful wizards and witches of their
time. Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw lived here in Scotland. Salazar Slytherin lived in
East Anglia and Helga Hufflepuff in Wales. Godric and Salazar already knew each other and the fact
that he and Rowena lived nearby made those two friends.”

“But Helga? How?”

“Rowena found out about a witch in Ireland who was teaching magic …”

“Queen Mavae,” intervened Ron. The other two looked at him. ”Chocolate frog card,” he
explained.

“Yes, Mr. Weasley, Queen Mavae. When Rowena found out about that, she wanted to know the Queen
so she went to Ireland. There, she knew a young witch from Wales, who was visiting Queen Mavae with
the same reason as Rowena. Rowena and this witch became instant friends.”

“Helga Hufflepuff.”

“Yes, Harry. So, they became very good friends but Rowena had to return to Scotland and then she
told Godric about the Queen and Helga …”

“And he went to Wales …”

“Yes, and then he met her. And they fell in love,”

“What?” Ron exclaimed. “Godric Gryffindor. *The* Godric Gryffindor fell in love with a
*Hufflepuff**?!* Bloody Hell!”

“Ron!” Hermione admonished.

“So, that’s why Godric’s Hollow…”

“Yes, Harry. Godric’s Hollow was the place where they met each other. With time, the big
property became a small village.”

“But why did Voldemort….”

“You see, Tom doesn’t agree with Rowena and Godric’s ideals, but what he most despises is
Helga’s ideal in particular.”

“A school without prejudice. A school where *everyone* can study.”

“Yes, Miss Granger. And your father, Harry, followed Hufflepuff’s ideal.”

“He was a pure blood who married a Muggleborn. But Professor, I don’t understand how he put the
cup there if the cup was here in Hogwarts…”

“Quirrell!” Hermione cried out. “Professor Quirrell. He took the cup and brought it to Godric’s
Hollow. After Voldemort’s downfall, Hogwarts wasn’t so meaningful anymore and Voldemort
*needed* to go back there!”

“Needed? I don’t understand,” Harry interjected.

“Harry, his wand! Voldemort’s wand was left there! As a spirit or whatever else he became, he
couldn’t take the wand himself, so…”

“Quirrell took it and probably hid it somewhere until Voldemort could use the wand again.”

“Very good, very good. I think you understand now,” Dumbledore praised.

“But Professor, how we will get the cup? I mean, the others objects were surrounded by some type
of trap.”

“I don’t know, Miss Granger. But do you remember what kind…”

“Poison. The horcruxes related to Slytherin were in a kind of poison. *Snake poison.
Slytherin’s snake.”*

“Very good, Miss Granger. Now the three of you must go. I think Professor McGonagall wants to
see you.” And with that, the old Headmaster left his portrait.

“Oh, *great* help. What did he mean about Slytherin’s snake?”

“Ron, the symbol of Slytherin is a snake, therefore the trap where the cup is must have
something to do with Hufflepuff’s symbol.”

“But Hufflepuff’s symbol is a badger, a bloody badger! I can see the pattern if it’s snake.
Snake equals poison. But a badger…a badger is…a badger.”

“I don’t know, Ron. I really don’t but we need to find out,” Hermione said. And they left
Dumbledore’s old office and went to see Professor McGonagall.

********************************************

At Professor McGonagall’s former office, the three found out that the old professor wasn’t
alone. Remus Lupin was with her.

“Remus, what are you doing here?” Harry asked.

“I think I’m the one who should ask that question,” he replied. “I came to take you home. I
brought a portkey.”

“I don’t understand, why did you have to bring a portkey, couldn’t Professor…?”

“No, Mr. Potter. I only can give you a portkey to leave your destination, not to enter it.”

“It’s Tonks’ house, Harry. Only she can make a portkey to enter the house,” answered
Hermione.

“Oh.”

“Very well. You two go with Mr. Lupin,” she said pointing at Harry and Hermione. “You, Mr.
Weasley, can use my fireplace. Your mother opened the floo connection to the Burrow only for
this.”

The three looked a little disappointed. They had so much to discuss and Harry wanted to talk to
Ron. Alone.

The dark hair wizard didn’t know if it was a Dumbledore’s influence. But, the fact was that
Professor McGonagall seemed to notice something different in him.

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. I would like to talk to Miss Granger in private. Could you
please…?”

Harry smiled.

“Sure. Ron and I will be outside.”

***************************************************

“Ron,” Harry began. “Er…”

The other boy already knew what Harry wanted to know.

“She misses you, Harry. Sometimes, I heard her crying.”

Harry felt terrible. Ginny was crying while he was having dirty dreams about Hermione.

“I’m sorry, Ron.”

“You know, Harry, if you were another bloke, I would hex you. But, despite the fact that I don’t
like to see my sis suffering, I think you did the right thing. This year won’t be easy, mate. And
how would you feel when you might have to lie to her?”

“Terrible,” Harry responded.

“Yeah, she doesn’t know what we need to do. We can’t have distractions this year,” he inhaled a
deep breath. “No heart business.”

“You and Hermione,” Harry started.

“Yeah. I think she told you, didn’t she? That’s all right. We, well, especially me, I waste too
much time. But like in your case, I think it was better this way. At least, I talked to her.”

Harry didn’t know what to say. He saw the sadness in his friend’s eyes. The awkward silence was
broken by Remus’ voice. They were leaving.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

*Tonks’ House*

*Almost* *Midnight*

Harry was in his bed. He had so many thoughts running through his mind at the same time that it
almost hurt. So much information in one single day…

Shaking his head, he got up from bed and went to the bathroom; he needed to wash his face. He
was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that the light inside the bathroom was on.
He had just opened the door…

“Oh, my god! Harry!”

It was Hermione. She was wearing only her panties. She was intended to take a shower…

Harry knew he should have turned around and left, but he couldn’t. He simply stood there,
completely paralyzed, watching her trying to cover her naked breasts with her small hands.

“Harry, please! Leave!”

The young wizard didn’t say a word. He just turned around and left.

Harry stood outside the door in the hallway and he could hear the sound of running water inside
the bathroom. Smiling, he went to his room.

Some time later, he left his room again. He went to the hall and stopped in front Hermione’s
bedroom. The light was on. Lightly, he knocked.

“’Mione, it’s me, Harry. May I come in?”

“Yeah, Harry,” she responded.

Hermione was in her bed, rubbing behind Crookshanks’ ear. She was fully clothed in pink
pajamas.

Harry sat on the bed, facing her.

“I’m really sorry, Hermione. Really.”

“It’s alright, Harry. I mean, it was a little shock, but I know it was an accident. And it was
my mistake too. I forgot to lock the door.”

He took her hands in his.

“We aren’t children anymore,” he said in a very low voice.

“No, we aren’t.”

“But we’re friends. And we always will be.”

Harry then hugged her and they remained that way, in silence, in each other arms.

Without letting her go, he whispered into her hair, “By the way, you have really nice
breasts.”

She didn’t move. Only replied, “Your body isn’t bad either.”

He let her go in surprise.

“Oh, come on Harry. I had already told you last year how fanciable you are.”

“So, do you fancy me?”

“No, Harry. I don’t, but I’m not blind. And I know you like to walk at night around the house
without a shirt on.”

“Hermione! Have you been watching me?”

“Don’t give me that face, Potter. I know very well that you watch me too.”

“Hermione, I never…”

“Let me think…um…a towel …a young dark hair wizard running to his dorm….”

Harry’s face turned red like a tomato.

“It’s all right, Harry.”

She hugged him again.

“And, do you dream about me, Harry?”

With a sly voice, he whispered, “Every night, Hermione. Every night.”

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*“I can see what's happ’ning.*

*And they don’t have a clue.*

*They’ll fall in love and here’s the bottom line,*

*Our trio’s down to two.” (Can you feel the love tonight- Elton John)*

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**CHAPTER 05: The bottom line.**

The following days passed in a blur. Harry and Hermione didn’t talk about their conversation
that night. It was a silence agreement; after all, there was nothing to discuss. They had a
physical attraction; a simple and harmless physical attraction. Nothing more.

But, without really noticing, Harry stopped walking around the Tonks’ house without a shirt on
and Hermione’s skirts became a little longer.

Lupin (and even Tonks) noticed those small changes, not only with the clothes but also with the
decline of their hugs and kisses on each other’s cheeks.

Harry couldn’t believe that it was already August 31st, Bill and Fleur’s wedding day.
He had done his apparation exam just days before and had gone to Diagon Alley, Gringotts, Madam
Malkin's (after all, he needed a new dress robes for the wedding) and he tried to figure out
the Hufflepuff’s pattern for the horcrux (without much success).

Ron had come to visit him and Hermione one more time before the wedding and told them the
conversation he had with his parents about not going to Hogwarts.

“The beginning was terrible. Mom cried and Dad simply sate there, looking at me. There was
nothing but silence but when they spoke, oh Merlin…’What are you gone to do with your life, Ronald!
It’s your final year!’ blah, blah, blah.”

“But what happened that made them change their minds,” Hermione asked.

“You won’t believe it but Professor McGonagall showed up. Don’t ask me why. The thing is, she
asked to talk with Mom and Dad privately. I don’t know what she said, but an hour later, they came
to me and wished me good luck!”

“What!”

“Yeah, they accepted my decision. They only asked me not to mention it to Ginny and the
others.”

*The Wedding Day*

*Tonks’ House-*

*August, 31st.* *6:00 pm*

Harry was in front of the mirror trying (without success, of course) to tame his messy hair. He
was wearing a pair of black pants, a dark blue shirt and black dress robes, his invisibility cloak,
out of habit, hidden neatly inside.

“Harry, I’m sorry but I have to say this, but your hair…” Remus commented, trying not to laugh
at the young man’s face.

“I know, I hate this! It’s always the same thing!”

Remus thought to make a comment about Harry’s father, but decided not to.

“Now, Harry, seriously, you know that after the wedding…”

“We’ll go to the new place, I know. After all, Professor McGonagall has already taken Hermione’s
ad my belongings, it’s all set,” Harry interrupted. “Ah! I give up! Let’s go meet the girls. I hope
they’re ready.”

To their great relief, the women were ready when they approached them and they were already
waiting for them.

Tonks looked to be (Harry thought) in her ‘natural’ image with dark brown hair above the
shoulder, black eyes and a physiognomy that didn’t deny that she had the Black’s blood. She was
wearing a long light yellow strapless dress and high heels. Harry thought she was very
beautiful.

“You look very nice, Tonks,” he commented.

“Thank you, Harry.”

Remus gave his opinion by kissing her.

When Harry turned to look at Hermione, she was absolutely gorgeous in his opinion. She was
wearing a long dark red silk dress with thin straps and the back of her dress revealed all her
silky skin. Her hair was straight, adorned with small white flowers. Her face had a light make-up
and she only wore a pair of diamond earrings and a delicate Silver Star pendant.

“Wow,” was the only that Harry could say.

Shyly, Hermione asked, “Do you think I look nice, Harry?”

“Nice, you’re beautiful, Hermione! No, not beautiful! Gorgeous,” the young wizard answered with
a very red face.

Hermione’s face wasn’t better after the compliments.

“Hermione, you are really beautiful,” Remus intervened.

“Thank you, Remus.”

“Now, I think we should go.”

“Wait a second, Remus!” Harry cried and then said to Hermione in a low voice,
“Er…Hermione…aren’t you forgetting a coat or a cloak?”

The young witch narrowed her eyes.

*This is going to be interesting,* thought Remus and Tonks, who were watching Harry in
amazement.

“Why would I need a coat, Harry?”

“Er…you know…the weather…. You could get a cold. After all, your back is unprotected.”

“Maybe a want it to look that way,” she replied with a little anger in her voice.

*Now is my cue,* Remus thought.

“Come on, Harry, Hermione! It’s time to go. Nymph, do you have the Portkey?”

“Yep, honey,” Tonks answered quickly.

And then they left.

“Hermione! Harry, my dears!” cried Mrs. Weasley, hugging them tightly.

“Molly, they need air,” said a smiling Mr. Weasley.

“Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley,” Harry and Hermione said together.

“Welcome to our house, dears. I don’t think Ron knows you’re already here.” Mrs. Weasley looked
around and saw Ron talking with a pretty blond girl Harry and Hermione saw that too, and Harry
noticed that his female friend had become a little tense. “RON! HARRY AND HERMIONE ARE HERE!” Mrs.
Weasley called out.

*Well,* thought Harry, *if people didn’t know we arrived, they do now.*

Ron whispered something into the girl’s ear and went to talk to his friends.

“Harry, Hermione, you’re finally here,” he said giving them friendly hugs.

“Well, you already know your way around the house. The party’s outside; feel free to ask for
anything. Now, I’ll see if someone else needs me. Come, Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley said before walking
away from them.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. By the way, the house looks very beautiful,” Hermione
complimented.

“Oh, thank you, Hermione. But you need to see the garden… Well, see you,”

“So, we’re finally leaving today!” Ron exclaimed.

“Ron!”

“Oh, sorry, Hermione. Harry, do you know what this is?” Ron changed the subject and displayed a
glass with an orange liquid inside.

“Nope,” Harry replied.

“Firewhisky,” Ron said with a smile on his face.

“No…and you’re drinking it?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s damn good too, really hot! Mom doesn’t like it but Dad said I’m an adult now and
it’s a party, so everybody has to have one. Do you want some?”

“Sure,” Harry replied.

“Let’s take some in the kitchen.”

Harry was very excited with the idea of drinking Firewhisky but something got his attention:
Hermione. She hadn’t said a word through his conversation with Ron. He bet she was about to
complain about them drinking Firewhisky.

But instead, she took some of the fiery liquid for herself.

“Where’s Ginny, Ron?” she asked.

*Dammed, Hermione! I don’t need to know about Ginny now,* Harry thought after his initial
shock of seeing Hermione drinking.

“She’s in her room with Luna. She’s one of the bridesmaids and the two of them are helping
Fleur. The…”

Before he could finish his explanation, the blond girl appeared and spoke in a very strong
French accent.

“Ronald, Chéri , I was looking for you!”

*That* was an uncomfortable moment.

In a very controlled tone, Hermione spoke:

“Hello, I’m Hermione Granger. You are…”

“Oh! How nice to meet you!” the girl said, hugging Hermione. “Ronald told me all about you. You
are his classmate, right?”

Gazing at Ron, Hermione coldly replied:

“Oh, yes! I am his *CLASSMATE.* But you didn’t say who you are, *cheríe**.”*

“My name is Noelle. I’m Fleur’s cousin.”

Before Hermione could say something more, Ron intervened.

“Noelle this is Harry! Harry Potter!”

Hermione fighting her anger throughout their continued conversation while Noelle talked
excitedly about met THE Harry Potter.

“Ronald,” the French girl said in a very annoyed voice. “I would like to eat something.”

“Er….”

“Oh, *Ronald,* don’t worry about *me* and Harry. Harry, let’s go outside. I want to
see the guests. Ronald, Noelle. See you later,” Hermione intervened and she left, dragging a very
confused Harry with her.

“Are you alright, Hermione?” he asked once they were out of hearing distance.

Biting her bottom lip, she said, “Why shouldn’t I be? Oh! There’s Hagrid….”

Harry shook his head and they went to talk to the Half Giant.

Harry and Hermione spent the next hour talking to the other guests (Moody, McGonagall, some
members of the Order, Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson) and drinking Firewhisky. Ron was nowhere to be
seen.

“Hermione, don’t you think you’re drinking a little too much?”

“Harry, stop being such a git! Oh, listen, the ceremony is about to start.”

“Yeah, let’s find our seats. Look, there’s Ron.” And a very breathless and messy haired Ron
appeared with Noelle on his arm.

“Oh, there you are,” he said “Let’s sit together.”

The ceremony was very beautiful. Fleur looked gorgeous and Bill, despite of the scars on his
face, looked very happy.

But then Harry spotted Ginny. She looked very pretty in a long pale pink dress with thin
shoulder straps. When the ceremony finished, the youngest Weasley walked straight towards them.

“Hermione!” she said, hugging her friend. “I missed you!”

“Me too, Ginny! Where’s Luna? Ron told us…”

“Oh, she’s with her dad, talking with some ministry’ guy.”

“Ginny. You look very pretty today,” Harry said.

“Thank you, Harry. You don’t look bad yourself.”

They didn’t touch, hug, or kiss each other and Harry could see that her eyes were shinning.

“Oh! Ronald, Cheri! The music started!” squealed Noelle. “I love dance!”

“Oh, right, well…”

“Go, Ron, don’t keep your *Cherie* waiting,” said Hermione.

“Would you like to dance with me, Harry?” Ginny asked in a very shy voice.

Harry looked at Hermione.

“Go, Harry. Don’t worry about me. I’ll walk around.”

*The dancing floor…*

“Oh, Harry! I missed you so much!” whispered Ginny into his ear. “Why didn’t you stay here this
summer?”

Harry didn’t answer.

“Oh, but you’re here now,” and she pulled him closer to her.

Harry was becoming a little uncomfortable.

“I think I’m little tired. Ginny”

“Oh, Harry, just one more. Please?”

“Alright, but just one.”

The problem was that the next song was a *very* slow song.

While Ginny and Harry were dancing, Harry decided to look around, and he saw Ron over her
shoulder. Kissing the French girl.

*Oh, Merlin! Hermione…Ah, she’s there…dancing with Wood (thank you, Oliver). She has her eyes
closed. I can see some tears on her cheeks. Ronald Weasley, you prat! </i>* Harry wanted
to scream out.

When the music ended and Harry began to release Ginny, the red head girl pulled him into a
kiss.

“Ginny!”

“Oh, Harry, let’s forget about everything! I love you and I *know* you love me too! We can
face You-Know-Who together!”

*Oh, boy. It’s now or never.*

“Ginny, I need to talk to you. Let’s go to a more private place.”

The young Weasley nodded happily and they left the dance floor.

“No, Harry, we love each other! I’m not a china doll!” cried Ginny, with tears all over her
face.

“Ginny, you don’t understand. Dumbledore’s gone. My life will be very unpredictable…”

“You already said that, Harry. But I know the risks. I’m a Weasley, Harry, a blood traitor! My
name already puts me in danger!”

“Ginny…”

“Harry, do you know how I spent the last few days? Crying! And if I wasn’t crying I was thinking
about you…I think about you so much it hurts.”

“Gin…”

“And Hogwarts! The term starts tomorrow, what will happen? We’ll pretend that there’s nothing
between us anymore?”

*She doesn’t know.*

“Harry, your love for me will protect me.”

*Oh, Merlin. I don’t want to do this. She will suffer, but I need to finish this. I HAVE to
tell her the truth…*

“Ginny, I’m sorry. You’re a very nice girl and I really care about you. I will never forget our
time together but I don’t love you.”

Ginny frowned, and then she gave a nervous laugh.

“Oh, Harry, you don’t need to lie, I know…”

“No, Ginny,” Harry was very serious. “I’m not lying. I don’t love you. Not in a romantic
way.”

Her eyes had a mixture of sadness, hate, and anger. Without a word, she slapped him and left him
alone.

The dark haired wizard covered his face with his hands and shook his head.

*I deserved that. I think I need to walk…I’ll use my cloak. This way nobody will see me. And
thank God, it’s already dark*, Harry thought as he draped the cloak over himself.

Harry was walking around aimlessly with some difficulty because he was trying to walk between
people without startling anyone, after all, he was invisible. He also tried to find Hermione but
she was nowhere to be seen. *She’s probably crying somewhere. I’ll have to talk to Ron in the
morning.* After thinking of Ron, he remembered about Mr. Weasley’s shed.

*Nobody should be in there, he* thought.

When Harry came closer to the shed, he saw that the door was ajar. He almost went in when he
heard two voices he recognized.

It was Hermione and Oliver Wood.

He knew that if the two of them wanted to talk alone, it would be rude for him to listen.

*I’ll only open the door a little more. Just to see if Hermione’s alright…*

And Hermione was alright! *Very* alright! She and Oliver Wood were snogging each other
senseless!

Shocked was the only word to describe Harry’s reaction. Like that day when he saw her in her
panties, he couldn’t move. He *needed* to watch. His heart was beating fast, his hands were
trembling madly and the truth was that he wanted to kill his former Quidditch teammate.

Hermione sat on the edge of a table, her long dress up, revealing her legs, which were around
Oliver’s waist.

Oliver was nipping, kissing, sucking and licking her neck while his hands were traveling down
her back.

*I knew she should have brought a coat!* thought Harry stupidly.

Her hands were stroking his hair and he was talking in a sly voice.

“I can believe we haven’t done this before. I can’t believe Potter never said anything about you
like this,” he said and she giggled.

*As if!*

Oliver’s hands abandoned her back and found a new spot: inside her dress. Harry couldn’t see
exactly where his hands were but he had a *<i>pretty</i>* good idea. Hermione
moaned loudly.

*Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!*

*THIS I don’t need to see.* He berated himself before running away from the shed.

*Grimmauld Place**. Almost* *1:00 a.m.*

Harry really didn’t know how he, Ron, Hermione, Tonks and Remus arrived at Grimmauld Place that
morning. The last thing he remembered was…well, he didn’t like to think about it. The truth was
that he couldn’t forget about the scene between Hermione and Oliver Wood. Even the fact that he was
at Grimmauld Place for the first time since Sírius’ death couldn’t make him forget.

*Hermione was kissing Oliver Wood. I should be happy for her. I don’t understand why I’m so
upset…No! I am not upset. A little shocked perhaps. Maybe it was the Firewhisky. I still feel a bit
drunk. Oh, damnit! Maybe Hermione’s still awake. I’ll go talk to her!*

Luckily, she wasn’t sleeping. He didn’t knock the door he simply waltzed into her bedroom. She
was already wearing her pajamas, closing the wardrobe’s door.

“Harry!” she exclaimed

“So, how was it? Was it good, pleasurable?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

He walked closed to her. Her back was against the wardrobe. He looked directly into her
eyes.

“The kiss.”

“I don’t know…”

“You and Oliver. You kissed each other.”

“You saw…”

“Oh, yeah, I saw! Pretty hot scene indeed!”

“Harry! What gave you the right to spy on me?”

“You already knew I like to watch you, didn’t you?”

She tried to leave but Harry grasped her wrists.

“Alright, we kissed! Satisfied?”

“No.”

“I was feeling alone. You saw Ron and that French girl.”

“You could have talked to me, Hermione.”

“You were kissing Ginny!”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“I saw….”

“So, you also like to watch then. I wasn’t kissing Ginny, *she* kissed me and I pushed her
away.”

“Oh,” Hermione gasped.

“But you didn’t answer me. Did you like Oliver’s kiss?”

She didn’t answer him she simply stared.

“He touched you. First his hands were on your back then…”

“You… you….”

“Oh, no, I left. *<i>That</i>* I didn’t want to see.”

“Nothing happened, Harry, really.”

“Good.”

They were both breathing hard by that point.

“Don’t you like that a guy touches me?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I’m your best friend; it’s my job protect you from bad guys,” he said as he licked his
lips.

“But how would you know who’s bad and who isn’t?”

“I can tell.”

“Really? But I thought you liked Oliver. So, if he is a bad guy… Who would be a good guy for
me?”

“Me.”

“You?”

“Yes.”

“So, you want to touch, and kiss me like Oliver did?” she asked innocently.

“Exactly.”

“But we’re friends. Friends can’t kiss each other like that; it isn’t right.”

“Yeah, it isn’t. It isn’t right at all,” he answered as he kissed her.

**A/N.:** So? Finally the kiss. What do you think? First, I thought about Hermione crying a
lot and Harry comforted her but then, *‘Why can’t she have a little fun too?’.* And, about
what she did with Oliver (Oliver’s *hand)…*well, we really don’t know, right? After all, it’s
Harry POV and he didn’t stay (and couldn’t see *exactly* what was happening).

Next Chapter: ‘*Nothing’s gonna change’:* Godric’s Hollow, Hufflepuff, otters, desires and
denials.

Kisses !



6. Nothing’s gonna change
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SOUL PIECES

*“And we've gotta get away from the past
there's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
but we should be goin' nowhere fast
it's so much better goin' nowhere fast” (Nowhere Fast- Fire Inc.)*

*Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter*

**Chapter 06: Nothing’s gonna change**

And he kissed her. Not a tender or sweet kiss; it was full of despair and desire. His hands let
go of her wrists and found the softness of her brown hair.

*OH MY GOD.*

“*What I am doing, I’m kissing Hermione Granger, my best friend! On the mouth and it feels
damn good! She’ll hate me, I’m sure! But, wait a minute! Her arms are around my neck…she’s kissing
me back! Merlin, I don’t know if she read about this in a book, but WOW! She knows the job…. Not
that I am an expert on this matter…”* he thought erratically.

Harry and Hermione kissed for what seemed to be like a lifetime. His tongue traveled over her
lips and he didn’t want to stop; it was like he was afraid that he would forget her taste if he
did. There wasn’t anyone around them. No Ron, Ginny, or any of the Weasleys. There was no Voldemort
and there weren’t any Horcruxes. There was only Harry and Hermione.

His hands left her hair and started to move slightly up and down her back as she pressed against
him and Harry could feel his desire growing.

She was the one who broke the kiss, needing air.

“Harry…” she managed to say.

He was looking at her swollen and pink lips, gently passing his fingers over them.

“Don’t ask me to apologize, because I won’t.”

“I would never ask for that.”

Harry didn’t reply, he simply smiled a furtive and sly smile before he started kissing her
again.

Hermione felt his body pushing her against the wardrobe as he kissed her vigorously, his obvious
arousal pushing into her thigh. Her hands were tangled in his hair, swirling through the locks as
she moaned louder and louder into his mouth.

She moaned as she felt one of his hands begin to unbutton her shirt, touching one of her breasts
as he kissed her again and again. As his thumbs grazed over her nipples, she shivered.

“Harry…. no…”

He didn’t stop.

“Harry….”

He still didn’t stop.

“Harry, stop please!” she almost yelled that time and he stepped back.

“I thought you were enjoying it.”

“Yes, it’s wonderful kissing you, but…”

“But what?” he asked, his voice rising.

“A kiss is just a kiss. I don’t want to go further than that.”

“But *Oliver* touched you.”

“No, Harry. Well, yes, but only one time and I asked him to stop and that’s not the point….”

“So, what’s the point then?”

“He’s not you,” she declared. “With you…I don’t know if I could stop.”

The moment she said those words, there was an awkward silence.

“I think I’m going to bed now,” Harry said, breaking the moment. “It’s really late.”

“Good night, Harry,” she responded in a low voice.

He was at the bedroom door, with his right hand on the doorknob when he heard her voice
again.

“Harry?”

“What?”

“We’re still friends, right?”

“Yes, of course. Nothing’s gonna change.”

With a sad smile, she repeated, “Nothing’s gonna change.”

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

“ Baby, I leave you *a sign of desire” (Changes- Roxette )*

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

*The Next morning.*

*Grimmauld Place**, the kitchen*

“Good Morning, sleepy head. Or should I say good afternoon? It’s past noon, you know,” Remus
Lupin saluted Harry, who had just walked into the room.

“Good morning, Remus. Where’s Tonks?” Harry asked, taking a seat across from Ron.

“At work,” Remus replied.

“Oh.”

“Good morning, mate,” Ron greeted Harry.

“Morning, Ron.”

“Good morning, Harry. Slept well?” Hermione asked.

“Wonderful,” he answered without looking at her.

Harry could see that Hermione and Ron were in the middle of a conversation that he wasn’t a part
of.

*That’s what I need,* Harry thought.

“So, do you really forgive me?” Ron asked Hermione.

“Ron!”

“I need to know…I’m really sorry, Hermione.”

Harry looked at Remus, who muttered, “They’ve been like this for almost an hour.”

“Ron, let me say this for the LAST time. Yes, I was upset when I saw you kissing *that*
girl, but then I realized that I should be happy for you. You have every right to kiss any girl you
want.”

“Thank you, Hermione.”

“And, you weren’t the only one who got a kiss last night,” she replied.

Harry, who was drinking tea on the other side of the table, swallowed harshly. Fortunately, the
only one who seemed to notice was Remus, who raised an eyebrow at the young boy. Harry looked at
him as if to say: *don’t say a word.*

“What do you mean, Hermione?”

“Well, I kinda had some fun too.”

*Merlin! Where’s Voldemort when we need him,* Harry thought, trying not be obvious in his
despair.

“Fun?”

“You see, Ron, I may not like to play Quidditch, but the players…”

*Will they notice if I run away right now?* Harry asked himself.

“Did you kiss one of the twins? God, Hermione!”

“Oh, no…I don’t like beaters… they weren’t even Captains…”

*I’m going to faint…I’m going to faint right now!*

“Wood! You and Oliver Wood!”

*Good. I am safe, but I don’t need to hear what I already know.* Harry felt relieved as he
heard Wood’s name.

“So, Ron, Hermione…did you guys look around the house?” Remus interrupted.

Hermione had a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, you need to see, the house looks like the bloody Slytherin Common Room!” Harry added a
little too enthusiastically.

“How do you know what the Slyther…”

“Polyjuice Potion,” Ron responded shyly.

“When?”

“Second year,” Hermione said.

“Second year? But it’s a very complicated potion, how did you manage that?”

“Hermione,” Harry replied.

“Why did I even ask?” Remus muttered to himself.

“One day, I tell you the whole story, but right now, what are our plans?” she asked.

“I thought about starting your training today, but I don’t think it’s such a good idea anymore.
You three drank a little too much yesterday, especially you, little Potter.”

“Speaking of yesterday, how did we even get here? I mean, yesterday….I can’t…”

Laughing, Remus answered, “You were pretty bad, Harry, but you managed to read the paper.”

“Yes, the paper with the address to Grimmauld Place.”

“Oh, like in my fifth year, when you and the other Order members went to Privet Drive to pick me
up.”

“Yes, only this time the person who wrote the note was McGonagall since she’s now the secret
keeper.”

“I know, but how did we leave the Burrow?”

Hermione and Ron started laughing.

“What?”

“Well, you see, Harry, you were really bad, so…. apparating would’ve been very dangerous…”

“So, how did I get back?”

Remus took a long breath. “Tonks had to bring you home with her and…” But before he could
finish, a brown owl invaded the kitchen. He was carrying a red envelope.

“Oh, no!” Ron said, who took the letter. “It’s for you, Harry.”

“For me? But who?”

“Open it!” Hermione cried.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER, YOU BASTARD, STUPID GIT, PRAT!”

“It’s Ginny,” Ron whispered to Hermione.

“ARE YOU HAVING FUN AFTER EVERYTHING YOU DID TO ME LAST NIGHT? YOU DESTROYED MY NIGHT HARRY! AND
NOW I DISCOVER THAT YOU AREN’T EVEN GOING TO HOGWARTS THIS COMING YEAR! I HATE YOU!”

“Man, she’s upset.”

But the howler wasn’t finished yet.

“YOU, HERMIONE JANE GRANGER! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! YOU BETRAYED ME!”

Hermione was shocked, tears forming in her eyes and Harry went to her, hugging his friend.

“AND, YOU, RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT TIME WE MEET, DEAR BROTHER!”

“Merlin,” Ron squeaked.

“I’m a terrible friend,” Hermione managed to say between sobs. “I’m a horrible person.”

“Shhh,” Harry whispered in her hair, hugging her tightly. He didn’t want to let her go.

*I could stay like this forever. Oh, you smell so good*.

His thoughts were broken by Ron’s voice.

“Hermione, it’s alright. Ginny maybe is a little upset now, but everything’s gonna be fine.”

Releasing herself from Harry, she cried, “No, Ron ! Nothing’s gonna be alright anymore! You
don’t understand, I’m a terrible person, an awful friend!” and with that, she ran away from the
kitchen.

“What’s that all about?”

“She’ll be okay. Ron, may I speak to you in your room?” Harry asked.

“Alright.”

“Remus…”

“Don’t worry, Harry, I know.”

*☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼*

“So, you told my sister that you didn’t love her?” Ron demanded, getting angry. “Just like
that?”

“Ron, calm down!”

“Calm down? It’s about my sister we’re talking about!”

“What do you think I should do? Pretend that I’m madly in love with her and when the war’s over
we’re going to be together? Maybe I don’t love her, but I still care for her a lot. I needed to
tell her the truth because she has to move on. Do you think it’s easy for me?”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I thought that you…”

“Ron, I’m seventeen years old and the only girls I know are those from Hogwarts. Don’t you think
that maybe I’ll find the love of my life in another place? At work or maybe even in another
country? I’m not capable of holding a real relationship right now, not with Voldemort on the loose.
I want to be free in at least one aspect of my life. I want to meet other girls, kiss other girls;
I don’t want to be the boy who lived to be a virgin forever!”

“Did you and…and my sis….”

“God, no! And if we had, well, you know, I probably would be married by know.”

“Oh, that’s for sure,” Ron threatened.

“Do you understand me, now?”

“Well, I suppose I do. By the way, did you know about Hermione and Wood?”

*Oh Merlin.*

“No, what a surprise, haha.”

“I can’t believe she kissed him!”

“But, Ron…”

“It’s not easy to know that the girl you like kissed another guy!”

“But you kissed another girl, Ron. Worse, you kissed another girl in front of Hermione. I saw
her crying afterwards in front of everybody. Even if she’s very hurt she respected you enough so
that you didn’t have to see her kissing Wood. The only reason you know about that is because
*she* told you.”

“But….”

“It was the same thing with Lavender, Ron. Hermione saw every kiss and did you see a single kiss
between her and Krum? No! I think she has every right to kiss any guy she wants.” *Specially*
*if the guy is me,* he added in his mind.

Ronald Weasley didn’t say a word after that.

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*Grimmauld Place**, the* *Library*

“Damn it!” cried an exasperated Hermione between books and parchments.

“Calm down, Hermione,” said a smiling Harry who had just arrived, “what happened?”

“Calm down? Calm down! Do you know what I found out about badgers? NOTHING! I hate to have to
say this but Ron’s right. A badger is…a BLOODY badger!”

If it wasn’t something serious, Harry would have laughed.

“Well, if you want to know, Ron and I didn’t find the locket either. I have to admit, Kreatcher
did a good job with the house, but….”

“This is a huge house, Harry. I know we’ll find it.”

“Yes, I suppose so. Want some help?”

“You can try this book,” she said showing a thin book in her hand. “I haven’t read it yet, if
you….”

“Of course, give it to me.”

When he took the book from her hand, their fingers touched and Harry felt a shiver through his
spine. She was staring at him, her eyes glazed over, desire written all over them.

They didn’t know who started but, the next second, the book was on the floor and the two friends
were kissing.

They kissed with passion, hunger, lust. His hands went immediately under her shirt, doing things
that made her moan in pleasure. Her arms were around his neck, urging him not to let go.

“Harry, Hermione!” they heard Ron’s voice outside the library and they quickly pulled apart.

“Oh, there you are,” the redhead said, entering in the room. “I was looking for you all over the
place.”

“Well, Ron,” Hermione said, looking over a book “It’s simple really. After all, where would I,
Hermione Granger, the bookworm be?”

*You are so mean Hermione…and I love you for it!* Harry thought.

“Er…. right, So, Remus says dinner is ready,” he paused and then continued. “You know, Harry, I
think you should ask Dobby to help us. I just don’t feel letting Remus do all everything around the
house.”

“Ron’s right, Harry. Remus has done so much for us already. He trains us and cooks. Not to
mention that he has Order business too.”

“Yeah, I’ll ask for help but I’ll call Winky instead. I don’t want Dobby to leave Hogwarts. He’s
our eyes and ears there.”

“That’s settled then, let’s eat! I am starving!” Ron said.

*****************************************

*Grimmauld Place**, the kitchen*

“So, Tonks. Shacklebolt is the new DADA teacher?”

“Yes, Hermione. Scrimgeour wanted someone from the Ministry and well,
*we* didn’t want another Umbridge.”

“But wasn’t Shacklebolt working for the Muggle minister?”

“We managed that. Kingsley is a good guy and even better, few people know he’s an Order
Member.”

“But you are certain that he is who he says he is, right?” Ron asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t think Hogwarts needs another Barty Crouch Jr,” explained
Harry.

“Oh, no, Minerva gave him Veritaserum before giving him the job.”

“I wonder who our badges went to this year…” Hermione said almost to
herself.

Harry frowned and some crazy ideas began to appear in his mind.

Funny, I had never thought about the similarity between the words badge and badger…. I’m
sounding like Hermione now. Riddle had a badge …maybe, perhaps- I wonder if this means something. I
think I need to talk with Dumbledore!

*Hogwarts – Headmistress’ Office*

It wasn’t easy for Harry to go to Hogwarts without Ron and Hermione but he didn’t even know
exactly why he didn’t want them to be there. Something deep inside was telling him that he should
go alone. After a harmless white lie about having a private conversation with Dumbledore about his
parents, Harry was free to go unaccompanied.

“Very good, Harry. You figured out the similarities between the two words- badge and badger,”
Dumbledore’s portrait said once Harry explained everything to him.

“Yes, Professor, but what does this has to do with anything? I mean, Riddle had a badge- okay
but, *I* don’t.”

“Yes, Harry, *you* don’t.”

“But if it isn’t about me…who?”

Dumbledore didn’t say anything.

Harry began to pace around the office, deeply in thought. Suddenly, he stopped and faced
Dumbledore’s picture once more.

“Ron and Hermione! They had badges!”

“Very good, Harry.”

“Okay, okay, Ron and Hermione. Now what?” Harry asked, mostly to himself as he fell on a
chair.

“Harry, think about Hufflepuff. One word. A word that defines the Hufflepuff house. ”

“One word? Do you mean …loyalty?”

“You are going in the right direction.”

*Oh, Merlin, this is harder than I thought. I really need Hermione here. She would never let
me down.*

Harry was confused and lost as he looked at Dumbledore’s portrait.

“Loyalty. It’s about loyalty,” Harry said running a hand through his messy hair. “Loyalty. The
horcrux must be destroyed by loyalty, someone loyal*…*Hermione,” he said after a pause. “She’s
always been loyal to me. I mean Ron is a great friend, he’s my best friend, but she’s never left my
side.”

“Correct, Harry. Miss Granger has always been by your side, even if *you* didn’t notice.
She never had any doubts about you. Never.”

“So, this means that Hermione is the one...”

“Yes, Harry, Hermione Granger is the one who can destroy the cup. Tom made a very intricate
trap: the only person capable of destroying it is his most loyal follower.”

“But Hermione isn’t loyal to him!” Harry cried, a little angry.

“No, but she is to you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The wands, Harry. Your and Voldemort’s wands are brothers…”

“He made the horcrux with his wand…the loyalty is for the wand. But this gives us two people
then, someone loyal to me and someone loyal to him.”

“His most loyal follower is already dead, Harry.”

“Who?”

“Barty Crouch Jr.”

“Okay, Hermione is the one, but how…?”

“What do you feel when you think about Miss Granger?”

Harry blushed. He really didn’t want tell Dumbledore about that.

Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed.

“A primal thought. Is it anger? Hate?”

“Of course not! She’s made me very angry before but I feel happy when I’m with her.”

Dumbledore didn’t reply because Harry had found the answer.

“Happiness,” he muttered. *Great, now what?*

“In our world, Harry, happiness is very important. Not only for a good life but happiness can
save lives. It has already saved yours and Miss Granger’s lives before.”

“Happiness. A happy thought! In our third year when she, Sírius and I were almost killed by the
Dementors, I cast my patronus! You’re talking about the patronus! Her patronus will destroy the
horcrux!”

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When Harry told Ron and Hermione about his talk with Dumbledore, the two friends were very
impressed; especially Hermione. Of course, he didn’t tell them the real reason why Hermione should
be the one. He knew that Ron would be Ron if Harry told him that he thought Hermione was a better
friend. So Harry told them that a badger is similar, physically, to an otter, Hermione’s patronus,
than to a terrier, Ron’s patronus.

Ron believed him without asking questions but Harry could see that Hermione had her doubts. But
she didn’t say a word.

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7. The Cup, the otter and the girl
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SOUL PIECES

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**Chapter 07: The Cup, the otter and the girl**

*September 4th*

*7:00 am*

*Godric’s Hollow, Wales*

Inside the public cemetery in Godric’s Hollow, only a few birds heard the pops signifying the
apparition of three teenagers: Two boys and one girl.

“Blimey!” exclaimed the redheaded boy. “Godric’s Hollow, at last! Well, is everybody
*whole*?”

The girl rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath while the other boy remained
silent. His green eyes seemed to scan the stone garden in front of them.

“Harry?” the girl said, putting her right hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

The sound of her voice startled him.

“Sure, Hermione,” he said as he took a deep breath. “Well, let’s go then. Remus told me the
location of-of…the grave.”

Hermione and Ron nodded and followed their dark haired friend.

***

The Potter’s graves weren’t too far away from the Cemetery’s entry. It was a simple gravestone
with a Celtic cross engraved and the following words:

*James Potter Lily Evans Potter*

**1960 + 31/10/1981 *1960+31/10/1981*

*Beloved Friends and Parents.*

*Two True Gryffindors that will never be forgotten.*

*Always in ours hearts,*

*Your friends and son*

Without noticing what he was doing, Harry dropped to his knees, tears falling from his eyes.
Hermione and Ron left for a walk; that moment was only for Harry, he needed to be alone.

“Mom, Dad,” he managed to say between small sobs. “It’s me, Harry. I’m sorry that I hadn’t come
here sooner. I’m seventeen now, I don’t know if you guys can see me…I live in Sirius family’s
house, well, the house is mine now. You know…since Sirius died…I wonder if he’s with you. I live
there with Remus, Sirius’ cousin Tonks and my two best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione
Granger.

“I miss you so much. It’s hard, you know. There are so many people expecting me to save their
lives and the worst thing is that I know that I’m the only one who can do it…”

Harry continued to talk silently with his parents until he heard Ron’s voice.

“Harry, mate. It’s almost nine.”

“Oh,” he said and stood from the grass. He had tears all over his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to
cry,” he added, a little embarrassed.

Ron didn’t know what to say. After all, what do you say at moments like these? Hermione came and
hugged him.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Harry. After all you are human,” she whispered into
his ear and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

He smiled.

“I think it’s time to see the house,” Hermione said.

“Yeah,” the two boys answered in agreement as they disapparated.

***

The house where Harry lived the first fifteen months of his life was, at that moment, a little
less than ruins. It was a big house and if it wasn’t for the moss covering the walls and the rotten
wood on the windows, it could be said that it was a beautiful house.

The three friends stopped in front of the large wooden door and before they entered, Harry
spoke.

“Guys, I want to tell you something before we enter the house.”

“What is the matter?”

“If something happens, anything at all, I want you two to leave.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Hermione. I want you two to leave. Especially you.”

“Especially me? May I ask why?”

“Oh, well, you are…”

“A girl! Is that what you were going to say, Harry James Potter?”

“Er…”

“Don’t argue with her mate. Listen to me, *you’ll* lose,” muttered Ron.

“Yes, I’m a girl! I’m the girl who saved yours and Ron’s arses several times! Now, if that’s
all, I think we should go inside,” and she opened the door.

Shaking his head, Harry followed her.

The place that sixteen years ago should have been a living room, was a pile of dust, old
furniture, and broken glass. Harry thought that maybe he could feel something but the truth was
that he didn’t feel a thing. He didn’t feel any special connection with the place.

“You don’t think there are spiders in here, do you?” he heard Ron whisper.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! We came here to deal with Voldemort’s soul and you’re afraid of
spiders!” cried an exasperated Hermione. “Harry, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, the cup isn’t here. It’s upstairs. In my old room,” he said

“How? How do you…?”

“I don’t know how, Ron. I just *know.* Come on!”

***

The second floor was a long hall with several doors on each side.

“Mate, do you know which one your room is?” Ron asked.

“No, I think we…”

“Here, this is your old room, Harry,” interrupted Hermione, showing a door with a little wooden
sight with ‘Harry’ painted in the middle.

He opened the door. If the living room didn’t have any effect on him at all, this room was
completely different. This was the place where his mother had died. He closed his eyes, ignoring
the tears that started to fall.

*No, not Harry! Please not Harry!*

His memories stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Harry…”

“Hermione…. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t answer, only gave him a little hug.

The bedroom was in the same condition as the living room, with dusty broken furniture and toys
all over the floor. The only piece of furniture that was in one piece was the cradle and they soon
understood why. Inside the cradle was the cup.

“Er, guys….”said Ron “Don’t you think it’s a little *too* easy? You know, the cup is right
in front of us…”

“I think Ron’s right, Hermione.”

“No, it’s only appears *easy.* First, no one entered this house. You heard when Remus said
that people think the house is haunted. Second, even if someone did enter, they could never get the
cup.”

“What do you mean *never*? ”

“Ron, that’s my patronus’ job. We already talked about this.”

“But perhaps *I,”* interrupted Harry, walking near the huddle.

“Harry, don’t!” Hermione tried to say but the young wizard had already tried to get the cup, but
an electrical barrier threw him against the wall.

“Harry! Oh, my Lord!” Hermione cried.

“Are you alright, mate?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said weakly, as he tried to regain his composure. “I think Hermione is
right.”

She looked at him.

“You know, this is very clever, the patronus is different for each person. This makes destroying
the cup almost impossible.”

“Yeah, but You-Know-Who would never suspect that the only person who can do this is Harry
Potter’s best friend.”

“Yes, Ron, it’s really ironic, and not only his best friend. But his *mudblood* best
friend*.*”

“Hermione!” both boys said at same time.

“It’s alright. It’s what I am.”

“Never call yourself that again, Hermione. Never,” Harry said very seriously.

“Okay, Harry. Now, before I cast my patronus….” she said biting her lower lip nervously.

“What?” Harry knew her well enough to know there was something else.

“Well, maybe, I don’t know, but, maybe, after well, you know…I’m not completely sure, I read
some books, you know, after you told us your chat with Dumbledore and, um, maybe…”

“Spill it.”

“Maybe I’ll pass out after.”

“What? Why didn’t you say that before?”

“Because, Harry, I know you! And I know you wouldn’t have let me come…”

He didn’t say a word, only crossed his arms against his chest stubbornly. *You’re damn right
Hermione Granger,* he thought.

“Well, as I was saying before being interrupted, maybe I’ll pass out. But I need to ask Ron one
thing. You need to swear to me, swear in name of our friendship.”

Ron looked at her with surprise but before he could answer, Harry spoke.

“Why Ron? Why don’t I need to swear too?”

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Because, as I already said, I know you too well and I know I can’t trust you in this
matter.”

Ron really tried not to smile but perhaps Harry’s murderous look made him hold it in.

“But…”

“No, buts! Now Ron, do you?”

“Of course! Anything you want. You can trust me.”

“So, if I pass out, before you go check if I’m dead or alive I want you to put the fake cup on
the cradle…”

“But Hermione….”

“You promised, Ron!”

*Hermione’s right I could never do that.*

“Yes, I know I promised but I think we need to …” he said taking off a small cup that was inside
his pocket.

“Oh, right! “ Hermione pointed her wand to the cup, muttered the reducto contra spell and the
cup was the original size again.

“Good Luck, Hermione”

“Yeah, good luck.”

“Thank you. It’s been a real honor being part of your lives. I am really proud of you two. I
hope you never forget me,” she said in a very low voice and then, with a small smile, rose and
pointed her wand to the cup, shut her eyes and cried, “E*XPECTO PATROUM!”*

A beautiful silver otter appeared from her wand. The animal floated around the room and then
jumped inside the cradle, exactly where the cup was. Then, the otter jumped off the cradle but this
time the cup was floating inside of the patronus, as if the otter was a of magnet. Finally, the
otter came near Hermione and she took the cup.

At that moment, the room started shaking and fog appeared around her.

Harry tried to get closer but was stopped by Ron.

“No, mate.”

And Harry watched in horror, as the Hufflepuff cup exploded and disappeared. In the place of the
cup appeared a dark shadow that entered Hermione’s body. After that, she collapsed on the
floor.

“Hermione!” both boys cried at the same time.

They ran to her, but then Ron remembered the promise and went to the cradle to put the fake cup
inside. When he turned around, he saw Harry crying with Hermione in his arms.

“Please, Hermione! Please, wake up! Don’t die on me! We can’t go on without you. *I* can’t
go on.” he cried in despair.

Ron kneeled beside his friend. He also had tears in his eyes.

“Harry?”

“Her hands and arms are burned, Ron, and the shadow…”

But then she began to convulse.

“Harry, what’s happening?”

“I think she’s fighting the shadow! We need to get her out!”

“But we can’t apparate with her in this state.”

“Right. Let me think….I know, we leave the house and then take the Knight Bus.”

“Brilliant, mate!”

Harry was about to say something when he and Ron heard a voice coming from downstairs.

*“Are you sure the boy is here, Bella?”*

*“Yes, Carrow.* *He was seen entering the house with the blood traitor and the mudblood
girl. Master had already said he probably wanted to visit Godric’s Hollow. Silly Boy!”*

“Harry, it’s Bellatrix! What’re we going to do?”

“Thank Merlin I brought my cloak. Ron, I’m going to use my cloak to hide Hermione and me. You
apparate to Grimmauld Place and ask Remus for help. Go!”

“Take care, mate!” said Ron who quickly disapparated.

Harry carried Hermione behind a broken armchair and covered them with his invisibility
cloak.

***

Harry didn’t know how much time had passed. He could hear voices and doors being opened and
closed. He could feel they were approaching.

*Thank Merlin you stopped convulsing. I’m sure you will be just fine, Hermione.*

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a male voice that he didn’t recognize.

*“Here!” the voice said. “Look Bella, I think this is the boy’s old bedroom.”*

Bellatrix Lestrange laughed.

“The boy is here” she said. “He is hiding”

Harry’s heart began to move very fast. He grabbed Hermione even tighter.

*Please Ron! Fast!*

“Look, Bella!” another voice shouted. “What’s this? Do you think this cup is made of gold?”

“Don’t touch it!” the woman cried. “You heard what the Master said! If we saw a cup we can’t
touch it, now let’s find the boy!”

“Potty! Potty! I think it’s time you came out! You know, you don’t have a chance! Not now that
your beloved Dumbledore is no more! He’s with my *dear* cousin now! Do you miss my cousin,
Potty? I’m sure you do! You know, I never felt happier> than when I killed him!”

Harry was about to explode. *How dare she!? How dare she talk about Sírius?*

He knew he couldn’t do anything, not at that moment. He began to despair when he saw her come
near him. He couldn’t move because of the pieces of furniture behind him.

She was close.

He closed his mouth, trying not to breath. And then, the worst happened. Bellatrix’s legs
touched the invisible couple.

She smiled, a sarcastic smile and with her left hand, uncovered Harry and Hermione.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?”

*Oh, Merlin.*

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8. Third Piece Down
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**Chapter 08: Third Piece Down**

“*Well, well, well. What we have here?”*

Harry knew that was the end. He knew there was no way that he could fight against Bellatrix.
Okay, he had his wand pointed at her, but that was useless. He was on the floor, holding Hermione
and even if he didn’t want to admit it, Bellatrix was a very powerful witch.

*At least I know she can’t kill me so...she will stupefy me then take me to Voldemort.*

Bellatrix had a vicious smile on her face, she was very proud with herself. Harry noticed that
she was about to say something, cast a spell…he didn’t know but he was holding his wand very tight.
He was about to cry out *Expelliamus* when he heard that same word from someone else.

Of course the devious witch also heard it and she immediately turned her face to see the source
of the voice (because the position he was, Harry couldn’t see) and cried out with hate,
“Lupin!”

Harry never heard if his former professor answered or not, without a chance to react or say
anything, the young wizard felt someone grabbing him and Hermione. Then, when he looked around, he
was inside the Hogwarts Infirmary, on the floor, holding Hermione.

“What the hell?”

“Mister Potter!” he heard Professor McGonagall.

With her, were Hagrid, Madame Pomfrey, Ron and a young man he didn’t recognize.

He suddenly realized how pathetic the scene must have looked. Harry stood up quickly.

“Lay her in a bed, Mister Potter,” Madame Pomfrey said.

Without a word, he did what she asked.

When the Hogwarts nurse saw Hermione’s hands and arms, she almost yelled.

“What happened to her?”

Thank Merlin Ron answered for him.

“A *thing* exploded in her hands.”

Madame Pomfrey arched an eyebrow.

“A *thing*, Mr. Weasley?”

“Well, er…you see….”

But then, Hermione began to convulse again. Harry, despite the nurse protests, ran to Hermione
and held her very tight until the convulsing passed.

“What is this?” someone shouted.

Harry started to feel a little frustrated.*Why so many questions? Why they didn’t help her
already*

“We were at Godric’s Hollow. She touched something and this it exploded in her hands and a kind
of smoke entered her body! That’s what happened! Now, could you please heal her? She’s dying, for
Merlin’s sake!”

*She’s dying… She’s dying*

A loud gasp was heard. Madame Pomfrey looked at the young man. He was crying.

“Harry, I need to examine Miss Granger properly. I will take off her clothes to see if another
part of her body was burned too. I don’t think that she would like to know that you or Mr. Weasley
were here when I did that.”

Harry smiled at the thought. Hermione would take his and Ron’s head off so he nodded and left
Hermione’s side. Behind him, he heard Madame Pomfrey closing the curtains around Hermione’s
bed.

“She’ll be alright, Harry.”

“Ron is right, ‘arry. ‘ermione is a strong girl,” said Hagrid.

“Now, Mr. Potter, if you would please explain what happened,” Professor McGonagall said.
“Because Mr. Weasley didn’t help very much.” Ron, at least, had the decency, to look ashamed at
this. “He only said that Miss Granger was hurt, a fact that you explained so well and that you and
her were corned by Death Eaters.

“First, I need to know who that guy that was here is.” Just then Harry realized that the
stranger was no longer there.

“Mr. Perkins is an Order Member, Potter,” answered the Headmistress. “He used a Portkey to bring
you and Miss Granger to Hogwarts. He’s already left; he needed to attend another to other
business.

Before Harry could say a word, the infirmary’s door suddenly opened.

*I am starting to become REALLY irritated with this!* he internally yelled.

Remus Lupin, Kinsley Shacklebolt, Mad Eye Moody and Charlie Weasley had just entered the
room.

“Charlie? What are you doing here?”

“Not now, Ron.”

“So, Alastor?”

“Luckily, there wasn’t any major damage. We could take one of Cadows brothers.”

“Tonks arrested him,” added Remus.

“But the others…”

“They disapparated.”

“Bellatrix?” asked Harry timidly.

“She escaped, boy. Now, tell me, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?” Moody yelled at the young
boy.

“What do you mean?” asked Harry, in a cold tone.

“What do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN? I want to know what the hell you were doing there!”

Ron Weasley closed his eyes. He *knew* his friend’s temper a little too well.

“WHAT I WAS DOING THERE? I WANTED TO SEE THE PLACE WHERE MY PARENTS DIED! I WANTED TO VISIT
THEIR GRAVES BUT OF COURSE THAT’S SHOULD BE DISCUSSED FIRST BY THE ORDER! THE FUCKING BOY WHO LIVED
NEEDS TO GO TO THE LOO, OH, LETS GET TOGETHER AND SEE IF IT’S SAFE! I’M BLOODY SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD
AND HAVE NEVER BEEN ALLOWED TO VISITED MY OWN PARENTS’ GRAVE!”

“Harry, calm down,” Remus said with his hands on boy’s shoulders. “You have every right to visit
James and Lily’s graves. It was my mistake too; I should have thought that Voldemort would try
something there. I am sorry.”

“Minerva!” Madame Pomfrey had just reappeared.

“What is it, Poppy?”

“I think we have to transfer her to St. Mungus. I really don’t know what to do! We are losing
her.”

“What do you mean you’re losing her? You’re the bloody healer!”

“Ron!”

“No, Charlie! She’s a healer! It’s her job save Hermione’s life!”

“I know that is my job, Mr. Weasley but I can’t do my job if I don’t know what’s inside Miss
Granger’s body!”

Harry and Ron exchanged glances. Remus Lupin knew those boys too well.

“Harry…”

Harry closed his eyes. He needed to think, fast. He and Ron knew what was inside Hermione’s body
but they couldn’t tell them, and even if he said anything, no one had the knowledge about
horcruxes. No one except Voldemort and…

“Slughorn! Professor Slughorn! He’s the Potions Master! Please, Professor McGonagall!”

The old professor looked at the nurse who hurried out of the room.

“I will call Professor Slughorn, Mister Potter.”

A few minutes later, the plump professor arrived at the infirmary. He, without a greeting to a
single soul in the room, asked, “Where is the girl?”

Madame Pomfrey opened the curtains around Hermione’s bed. The girl was very pale, wearing
hospital clothes. When Slughorn came near her, she began to convulse again. Remus and Charlie
opened their eyes wide; they hadn’t seen her that way yet.

The potions professor continued to look at her, his face was expressionless.

“Horace?”

He turned around but didn’t look at Professor McGonagall. Instead, his eyes focused Harry.

“My memory…?” It wasn’t really a question.

Harry only nodded.

“Can you help her, Professor?”

“Yes, Mr. Potter.”

“Which memory, Horace?”

“Some things are meant to stay unsaid, Minerva. Now I need to prepare a potion. I don’t have
much time,” he said and turned to Hagrid. “Hagrid, I need holly and lilies. If you could….”

“Of course, Professor.”

“Please, bring those to my office. I must go get ready.”

When the two men were leaving the infirmary they almost were almost knocked own by an irate
Molly Weasley.

“Oh, boy,” Charlie and Ron said at same time.

“RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! THAT’S IT! YOU ARE GOING HOME! YOUR LITTLE ADVENTURE IS OVER! “

“What?”

“YOU HEARD ME! YOU ARE COMING BACK WITH ME!”

“I don’t think I am, mother!”

“You don’t have to think! You are coming and it’s final!”

“No!”

“Ronald! I almost lost a son some months ago, I don’t…”

“What did Gran Prewett say?”

“What?”

“What did Grandmother Prewett say when you told her you were enjoying the Order?”

“Ron, I don’t see what this has to do…”

“This has everything to do with it, Mom! What did she say? After all, she had already lost two
sons. Two! Oh, don’t give me that look, mom! We know very well that uncles Fabian and Gideon were
Order members! What did she say?”

Molly Weasley looked down. Always hurt think about her brothers.

“She didn’t like it.”

“But you joined the Order even knowing that anyway, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered in a very low voice.

“You joined the Order because you knew it was the right thing to be done! Even your brothers’
death didn’t stop you!”

“But it’s different, son. I was already a married woman. You are only seventeen, you don’t know
the world, Ron. You are only a boy.”

“Oh, I’m only a boy! I’m the child, along with your other youngest child, who managed to alert
the Order when Hogwarts was attacked last year. But let’s not talk about me! Let me see…Neville! If
it wasn’t for him, Harry probably would have been murdered at the Department of mysteries!”

*That’s damn right.* Harry thought.

“Oh, but that might have been luck! No! No! I have a better example! A much better example!
Let’s think about another *boy.* He was a short lumped boy, not very brilliant. It was with
those words you described him Professor McGonagall, wasn’t it?”

“Whom are you talking about, son?” asked a confused Molly Weasley.

But Professor McGonagall, Remus Lupin and Harry Potter knew exactly whom Ron was talking
about.

“PETER PETTIGREW! THE RAT! THE TRAITOR! He’s a adult now but he wasn’t when he joined
You-Know-Who!”

Ronald Weasley had defeated Molly Weasley and Charlie Weasley was very proud of his young
brother.

Harry didn’t know exactly how much time passed before Professor Slughorn returned with the
potion. After he gave it to Hermione, the professor said she would wake up in a few hours. Of
course, Madame Pomfrey wanted everyone out of the Infirmary but Harry and Ron simply said that they
would not move before Hermione woke up.

The two young wizards sat on chairs besides Hermione’s bed. They didn’t move or said a word.
Each boy held one of the girl’s hands.

About three hours later, Hermione began to wake up.

“Hermione! You are awake!” exclaimed Ron.

Harry simply looked at her.

Hermione looked at her friends and with a soft smile, and said, “Third Piece Down.”

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9. Purple Will and his damn hand.
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SOUL PIECES

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

Words: 2,477

**Chapter 09: Purple Will and his *damn* hand.**

“The locket isn’t here,” said Harry in a very defeated voice.

“I agree with Harry, Hermione. We searched every corner of this house.”

The three friends were in Harry’s bedroom. Harry and Hermione were sitting on Harry’s bed and
Ron was in the armchair. Hermione had her head down, eyes closed; she was hugging her knees against
her chest.

*She is so cute when she is frustrated. Oh, I love when she wear these pink pajamas.*

*Potter! We are discussing something serious here! Focus! Focus!*

“Mundungus,” she said lifting her head. “The lock is with him.”

“Of course!” Harry exclaimed. “That day on Hogsmeade…but I don’t think he still has the
locket.”

“What do you mean, mate?”

“Dung may be many things but he isn’t stupid. When we discovered him stealing Sirius’ things I
bet he passed it forward. Probably to a partner.”

“Right Harry, but who? We don't know many people in the wizard’s underworld.”

“Well, maybe *we* don’t, my brothers of mine do.”

“Fred and George,” Hermione didn’t know if this was a good or a bad thing.

“Harry, can I send Hedwig to them tomorrow?”

“Of course, Ron.”

Yawning, Ron stood up. “It’s pretty late, I’m going to bed. G’Night. Aren’t you coming,
Hermione?”

Hermione was about to say ‘Of course’ when she felt Harry's hand grabbing the back of her
pajamas.

“Oh, I’m coming in a minute. I have to talk to Harry about Winky’s payment.”

*She is good.*

Ron gave to Harry an apoplectic look and rolled his eyes.

“Good luck, mate. Maybe by 3:00 A.M she'll be finished.”

“Ron!”

“Whatever, good night guys,” Ron said as he left, closing the door behind him.

“Very good, Hermione,” Harry said, looking straight into her eyes.

“W-What do you want to talk about, Harry?”

“Who says I want to talk?”

Her cheeks became very red.

“I didn’t know you were a shy person, Miss Granger,” Harry said as he moved his face closer to
hers and touched her lips with his fore finger and slowly put his lips onto hers.

Oh he needed that! One more day and he probably would have gone mental!

While they were kissing, Harry laid Hermione down on his bed. Underneath him, Hermione thread
her hands through his messy hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Of the two previous kisses they had shared, this one was definitely different. This wasn’t full
of urge and lust, but was sweet and tender. Even if Harry couldn’t admit it, the kiss was also full
of love.

“I missed this,” he finally said.

“Me too, Harry.”

“I was pretty scared that day. I thought you would …” he couldn’t finish that line. Even
thinking about that hurt.

She put one finger on his lips.

“Shhh…. Everything’s alright.”

“Yes,” he said putting her hands in his, “I couldn’t live if something happened to you or
Ron.”

She answered by kissing him again.

This time the kiss became a little more passionate and Harry began to unbutton her pajamas. She
stopped the kiss and looked up at him. The green-eyed wizard looked at her with a plea in his eyes
to which she nodded with consent.

With trembling hands, Harry unbuttoned the upper part of her pajamas, took it off and threw it
on the floor. Other than her pajama bottoms, she was now wearing only a white cotton bra, which was
quickly removed and thrown on the on the ground.

“As I've already commented, you have very beautiful breasts,” he said as he caressed her
nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.

She wanted to say something; she wanted to ask him to take his shirt off too, but she was
incapable of putting any words together when she felt a sensation of pleasure and excitement all
over her body.

When Harry replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue, she really thought she would die of
pleasure. And he couldn’t understand how he had never realized such beauty in all those years of
friendship. He kissed and licked her nipples and breasts and slowly began to kiss down her belly
and navel. Harry was practically on his knees, with his hands on her waistband, obviously with the
intention of slid down her panties.

However, his plans were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Harry? Is everything all right? May I come in?”

Hermione gasped.

“A…a minute, Remus!” he managed to say out of breath.

At that moment, the two friends had completely forgotten about magic, wands and invisibility
cloaks. Hermione quickly hid herself under Harry’s bed.

*This is humiliating*, she thought.

“Come in Remus,” Harry said as he sat on his bed with a *very* innocent face.

At first, the former professor had a worried expression, but after seeing Harry’s
*innocent* face, he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you alright, Harry? I was on my way to the loo when I saw that your bedroom light was still
on. Couldn’t sleep? It’s almost three in the morning.”

“Oh, no! I was reading.”

Remus scanned the room and there wasn’t a single book near the boy’s bed. However, on the floor
had a very interesting piece of clothing: a bra.

The marauder wanted to laugh, especially because of Harry’s face. He saw that the young wizard
was becoming a little nervous.

“Well, if everything’s alright …good night, Harry.”

“Good night Remus!” Harry replied a little *too* cheerfully.

When the man left the room and closed the door behind him, he heard some whispers. Oh, but he
couldn’t leave it that way! After all, once a marauder, always a marauder! So, he opened the door
again. What he saw was a very passionate kiss between his best friend’s son and a very shirtless
Hermione.

“Oh, I forgot. Good night to you too, Hermione.”

Harry quickly hid the witch behind him.

“G-g-good night, p-p-professor,” she answered from behind Harry with a very red face.

Remus Lupin only laughed and then left; that time, for good.

“OH MY GOD! I've never been so embarrassed in all my life!” she yelled, gathering her
clothes.

“Well, at least it wasn’t Ron.”

“I don’t want even want to think about that possibility! I'm going, good night, Harry,” she
said before she kissed him on the cheek.

“Oh, I thought you would like to stay here,” Harry said with a sly smile.

“Not tonight,” Hermione answered and left.

Harry slept very well that night. After all, life in Grimmauld Place could be very delightful
sometimes!

~ * ~ * ~

The next day, Remus didn’t allow Harry and Hermione to sleep in. At eight in the morning, all
habitants of the house were eating their breakfast.

When Ron inquired to his male friend about his sleepy face, Harry muttered, “S.P.E.W.”

The redhead gave him a sympathetic smile.

“So Ron, have you already sent the?”

“Not yet Hermione. I'll do it after breakfast.”

Tonks, who was listening in on the conversation, spoke. “Sorry for interrupting, but the letter
is for whom?”

“The twins; we want to ask them about some tricks.”

Tonks knew that that probably wasn't the real reason.

“Maybe today isn’t a good day to use an owl.”

“Why? Has something happening? Is it Voldemort?”

“Today is the Muggle princess’ funeral, Harry.”

“What princess?” questioned Hermione.

It was Remus who answered. “Princess Diana.”

“WHAT!” Hermione and Harry shouted at the same time.

Ron Weasley looked confused. “Who is she?” he asked.

“She was married to the future king of England, Prince Charles,” explained Hermione.

“Oh.”

“She is, was, very beautiful,” said Harry.

“…And has a very good looking son,” Hermione added with a dreamy look “Prince William is so
charming!”

“He has an ugly nose,” Harry replied with a slight pout

“Are you jealous Harry?”

“Ha! You wish, Hermione Granger! Me, jealous of some blond Muggle bloke?”

Remus and Tonks exchanged glances.

“Well, as I was saying before the beauty contest, the princess died and today is the funeral.
London is a complete mess.”

“But, Tonks, how did she die? She was pretty young.”

“A car accident in Paris. She and her fiancé died.”

“Do you think that Voldemort had something to do with it?”

“I honestly don’t think so, Harry. But we think he might try to attack the Muggles at the
funeral. Muggles are very vulnerable these days; that’s why I don’t think it wise to send
Hedwig.”

“Yeah, you're right,” Harry said, “But we really need …”

“I could deliver the letter myself. I swear I won't read it,” Tonks offered.

“Would you do that, Tonks? It wouldn’t be a problem?”

“No, Harry. It wouldn’t be a problem at all.”

Hermione rapidly stood up and ran to her room; obviously she knew that Ron hadn’t written the
letter yet. Less than five minutes later, she returned with a sealed envelope.

Tonks took the envelope and left for work.

~* ~* ~

That night, Tonks brought the twins reply.

*“Ron, Harry and Hermione,*

*We are really glad to receive some news from you guys. We heard about what happened at
Godric’s Hollow and we're glad you are okay, Hermione.*

*We are not even bothering to ask why you guys want to know about Mundungus’ “friends”. His
habitual partner is a guy called Will. Every Friday night he went to the Hog’s Head to do some
“business”. He’s easily recognizable; just remember two words: Dedalus Diggle.*

*We hope this information is useful to you guys.*

*Good Luck,*

*Forge and Gred*

*PS: Ron, Charlie told us about your little talk with mom in Hogwarts. We are sooooo
proud!!!!”*

“Well, Hermione, Ron. I think we have an appointment next Friday Night.”

*~* ~* ~* ~*

Friday Night. Three black hooded figures entered Hog’s Head. The place was full of people, but
they found an empty table. They ordered three butterbeers and waited.

“Bloody hell, I always thought that this place was creepy but this is ridiculous!”

Harry and Hermione chuckled.

“Yeah, Ron, bloody hell. Did you see something, Hermione?”

“Noth…Wait! Look! I think it’s him!”

Discreetly, the two wizards turned their heads as a very *colorful* man entered the bar. He
was tall and had light brown hair, and was wearing some very purple clothes, an orange cloak and a
top hat. Fortunately, he took a seat at a nearby table.

“Good Merlin, this guy is a mix of Dédalus and Lockhart!” whispered Ron.

“Yeah, I don’t think he has a good sense of fashion,” said Hermione. “We get out of here
now.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Hermione? This could be dangerous.”

“Harry, sorry I have to say this but I am the only one of us three that can change their
appearance. You, well, you are you. And Ron, sorry, Ron, but you can’t deny you are a Weasley.”

“But people also know you.”

“I am a common figure, Ron; easy to forget.”

Harry really disagreed with that but said nothing.

“And besides, I’m a girl. Now let’s stop this and leave!”

The three friends paid for their drinks and left. Outside, the two young men hid themselves
under Harry’s invisibility cloak. Hermione returned to the bar.

“I don’t like this, Harry.”

“Me neither, Ron. Me neither.”

About forty five minutes later, Hermione appeared, followed closely by Will. The couple walked
down the street with Harry and Ron just behind them.

Will had an arm around her waist and from time to time, grabbed her butt with his big hand.

*Calm down, Potter.* *It’s for a good cause JUST CALM DOWN.*

Ron seemed to be having the same internal ‘discussion’ with himself.

The two wizards continued to follow them into a building where Will lived on the second floor of
a closed store.

“Oh sweetie, we are going to have so much fun tonight. You’re gonna get to know a real tiger,”
he said opening his apartment door with his magical key.

“I don’t think so, Purple Willie!” Ron said.

“What…”

“Stupefy!” Harry yelled and Will fell down like a rock.

“Good! Let’s bring him inside. *Mobiluscorpus**!*” Hermione said, entering Will’s
apartment where she put him on the couch and restrained him.

“Guys, we don’t have all night!”

“Er…um…Hermione?”

“What, Ron!” she cried without looking at him. She was prying inside some drawers.

“Er well, you didn’t squeeze his hand when he was…. well, you know.”

*Good Ron. Very good.*

She stopped what she was doing, turned around and answered in a very slow voice.

“I think it’s better that he was paying attention to my arse than some gasps behind him,
Ronald!”

Harry really wanted to control himself but he smirked.

“What’s so funny, Harry James Potter? Do you want to say something?”

“Er, no,” he answered weakly. “Ron, let’s start looking for the damn locket.”

They spent almost two hours looking for it. Will was beginning to stir when Ron finally shouted,
“I found it! I found the locket! It’s under the mattress.”

“Great, Ron! Now, let’s destroy it!”

“No, Harry!”

“What?”

“Mate, let’s do this at home. I really don’t want to repeat *Godric's Hollow*.”

“You're right,” Harry agreed and they disapparated.

+++++++++++

A very angry Remus Lupin was waiting for them when they apparated back to Grimmauld Place

.

*Shit,* Harry thought to himself when he saw the older man standing in front of him.

“Where have you been?” the werewolf almost yelled. “It’s almost four in the morning!”

“We went to drink some butterbeers, Remus. Not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? You could have at least left a note, Harry! I really don’t mind if you three
want to have some fun but there’s a war out there! And tomorrow, in case you have forgotten, is the
full moon!”

*Oh.*

“We are really sorry, Remus, really,” Hermione apologized. The two young men nodded their heads.
“I think I’ll go to bed now. Good night everyone,” she said and she began to walk away.

The boys also gave their good nights and left.

Standing in front of her bedroom door, Hermione was waiting for them.

“We can’t do anything tonight and to be honest, I’m very tired,” this she said looking straight
at Harry. “See you tomorrow guys. Good night.”

“Good night, Hermione,” Ron said

“Good night,” Harry said, watching her disappear into her bedroom.

He stood in silence, staring at the door.

*She said she was tired. I just want a kiss. Well, maybe a hug too.*

“Mate? Are you alright?” Ron interrupted his thoughts.

“Oh, sorry Ron, just thinking. ‘Night.”

“’Night, Harry,”

That night, Harry Potter didn’t sleep very well at all.

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AN: So, what do you think?

Next Chapter: Oliver Wood, a birthday party and a *shocking* surprise…

Thank to my beta Mabel!



10. Happy Birthday, my Hermione
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**SOUL PIECES**

*Today is gonna be the day*

*That they’re gonna throw it back to you*

*By now you should’ve somehow*

*Realized what you gotta do*

*I don’t believe that anybody*

*Feels the way I do, about you now.” – (Oasis- Wonderwall: this song isn’t mine.)*

*Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter*

*Words**: 2,075*

**Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, my Hermione**

It took a long time for the trio to realize how to destroy the fourth Horcrux. They went to
Hogwarts’ library to research some spell books but nothing was found. Hermione’s mind was working
very fast, but she didn’t believe that the Horcrux could be destroyed using a spell.

Then she remembered about the cup: the pattern. Her patronus not only make her capable of
touching the cup, but to destroy it as well.

*The locket’s trap was poison. Snake. So, a potion could be useless.*

*Riddle’s Diary. Harry destroyed it with the basilisk’s tooth; poison!. The trap…well, we
really don’t know. I don’t think it had one. After all, it was with Malfoy.*

*But the diary was all about Riddle’s heritage. Slytherin. Snake…*

“I got it!” she yelled happily. “Close these books! The answer isn’t a spell!”

“What is it then?” Harry was very anxious.

“You, Harry.”

“What?” Harry asked and she told them her thoughts.

“Ok, Hermione. We got it, but how will Harry manage to destroy it? His patronus is a stag.”

“He will say what he wants.”

“Er…Hermione…?” Harry probed.

“Parseltongue, Harry. You will order the Horcrux to destroy itself. In parseltongue.”

“Bloody brilliant, Hermione.”

Harry put the locket on the floor (they were in his room) and spoke, “*Deeesssstroy*
*yourrrrsssself!”*

Slytherin’s locket began to float and spin. A green light appeared surrounding the object. A
loud POW followed that and the locket fell broken on the floor.

The three friends hugged each other and shouted, “FOURTH PIECE DOWN!”

* ~* ~* ~

*September 19, Hermione’s birthday*

*The Burrow*

Mrs. Weasley had insisted that Hermione would not celebrate her 18th birthday in some
mysterious place and with only the boys, Tonks and Remus. So, she had prepared a little party at
the Burrow. Not for many people, of course.

There were the Weasleys (excluding Ginny, who was at Hogwarts), Remus, Tonks, Moody, Professor
McGonagall and Hagrid (they didn’t stay too long, they had to return to the school), Angelina
Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan, Katie Bell, Leanne and to Harry’s displeasure*,* Oliver
Wood.

Harry followed Oliver’s every move like a hawk. Every time the Puddlemore United Keeper tried to
talk to Hermione alone, Harry managed to intervene.

The time for opening gifts came and Hermione received many things; most of which were books. Mr.
and Mrs. Weasley gave her a beautiful jacket, the twins gave her a potion’s kit very similar the
one they had given to Harry and even Ginny sent a present: a diary, which Hermione thought very
curious. The redhead girl also sent a letter apologizing for the howler she had sent her.

“Open mine, Hermione!” said Ron, who was a little nervous.

Even Harry didn’t know what his friend had bought her. When she opened the packet, Hermione gave
a little gasp and hugged Ron.

“Oh, Ron, *The true story about Hogwarts’ founders!* It’s a very rare book!”

“Well, I had a little help from some portrait*;* I am glad you like it.”

Harry was about to give his present when Oliver Wood interrupted, “’Mi, this is my present to
you.”

*‘Mi?* *‘MI? What the bloody hell?*

Oliver’s gift was wrapped in a very fancy golden paper. It was a little velvet box and inside
was a beautiful golden wristwatch.

“It’s beautiful, Oliver!”

“Read the inscription.”

“*For a wonderful person, and even more wonderful moments.* *Oliver.”*

*Prepare to die Oliver Wood!* Harry thought savagely.

“It’s really beautiful.”

She intended to give Oliver a hug but when she came close to him, he kissed her on the lips.

Harry closed his eyes. He just wanted to die. His body began to shake and he could hear the
twins’ cheers. When Harry opened his eyes, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Remus.

“She didn’t kiss him back, Harry.”

The young wizard shrugged. “She can kiss who she wants, she’s a free person. I really don’t
care.”

“Harry?” he heard Hermione’s voice.

“What, Hermione?” he snapped.

The girl frowned.

Remus could feel fire between them.

“Your gift, Harry,” the former professor said, “you didn’t give it to her.”

“Oh, take it,” he said giving her two packets. “Open the smallest first. Of course I don’t know
if these can compete with what you already received.”

Hermione didn’t say a word; she simply opened the smallest box, which was very similar to
Oliver’s. Inside was a delicate silver pendant in the shape of a heart. The inscription on the back
read: *Friends Forever.*

“Open it,” he said.

Inside there was a small picture of her and Ron and himself.

With teary eyes, she opened the other packet. To her surprise, it was a green bottle and a card.
She gave him a questioning look.

“Read the card, ‘Hermione. You’ll understand. You can read it aloud if you want,” he said.

“*Dear Hermione,*

*I know you too well to realize that you’re dying to know what’s in this bottle. This bottle
has my memories with you; just simple picks of seven years of friendship.*

Just little memories about you *and* me… I just want you to remember all those wonderful
years…well, maybe not entire wonderful but nonetheless, amazing.

*We could say that it all began with a troll, but I don’t think that’s right. It all began
with Trevor. Do you remember Neville’s toad? I will never forget that little bushy haired girl with
a bossy voice entering Ron and my compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express.*

*Of course after that, so many more things happened.*

*The troll, Fluffy and Norbert! The potion riddles…thank you.*

*Second year, you were even able to help out when you were petrified. Ron and I would never
have been able to realize it was Basilisk.*

*Third year.* *I don’t remember if I already said sorry for that year. Ron and I treated
you so badly. “Pets and brooms over friends,” Hagrid said. I’m truly sorry. But despite that, you
did something I will never be able to repay: you saved Sírius’ life. Yes, it was you, even if you
were scared of heights and broken rules, you saved a man you didn’t even know. And the funny thing
is that almost nobody knows the TRUE story. (*“I didn’t know,” Remus whispered).

*Fourth year.* *You were the only one who believed me. Only you. You never left my side,
even with those hate letters you received.*

*Fifth year, sorry I didn’t listen to you. Sorry that you were almost killed when Dolohov hit
you…my world stopped. If something had happened to you or Ron… I’m so sorry.*

*And last year was just one more time in a long list of times that I didn’t listen to
you.*

*Yes, so many things. This year things became a little different. We aren’t children anymore.
More than ever, I know that love, braveness, loyalty and friendship walk together.*

*Happy Birthday.*

*With Love,*

*Your Best friend,*

*Harry.*

The tears fell from Hermione’s eyes. Harry pulled her close to him and hugged her.

“Thank you, Harry, thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome. Like I said in the letter, I just want you to remember me; the good and the
bad.”

“As if I would ever forget you, Harry. You are already inside my soul.”

“You are the most important thing in my life, Hermione,” he whispered into her soft hair.

* ~* ~*~* ~* ~*~* ~* ~*~

As had been arranged, Remus, Tonks and the trio would spend the night at The Burrow. Remus and
Tonks were in the old twins’ bedroom (they no longer lived at home); Ron and Harry were in Ron’s
room and Hermione was in Ginny’s.

The house was completely silent. Every one seemed to be asleep except Harry.

The dark haired wizard was completely awake. He was lying in bed wearing only his black boxer
shorts. His eyes were wide open and he was staring at the ceiling. His heart was beating very fast;
his breath seemed out of control. She was occupying every piece of his mind*. Hermione.*

He couldn’t understand why he felt that strongly for her. He couldn’t understand why Oliver’s
kiss had bothered him so much. He didn’t even like her in a romantic way. Of course, they had
kissed, but that was only a physical attraction. Nothing more.

*Why am I feeling this way?*

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He took his glasses from the bed and left the bedroom.

* * *

The light inside Ginny’s bedroom was on. He opened the door silently and entered. He didn’t
bother to close the door behind him.

Hermione was near the window; she was wearing a silk nightgown. Harry could see she wasn’t even
wearing a bra.

*Merlin, she is so beautiful.*

“Harry, what are you doing here?” she exclaimed when she saw him.

“I came to see you. I *needed* to see you,” he answered, looking straight into her brown
eyes.

“It’s not wise, Harry. Someone could wake up.”

“No, everybody is asleep. Only you and I are awake. And you know exactly why I’m here,” he said
walking towards her.

“Harry…”

“Both of us want- need- the same thing, Hermione. That’s why we can’t sleep.” And he began to
touch her.

“Harry, please, don’t…we can’t,” she whispered, searching his green eyes.

“Why? Why can’t we? I’m sick of everyone telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. I want you,
Hermione. I want you to be mine,” he said, holding her waist.

“Har-”

He then began to kiss her from neck to ears, his tongue traveling slowly across her jaw.
Hermione wanted to push him away but… *Merlin, that* *felt good!*

*She wanted him. She needed him.*

She moved her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her. They kissed and the
whole world disappeared around them. Nothing mattered anymore.

Harry kept leaning his body against Hermione and before they knew it, they fell onto the floor.
Without a second thought, Harry stood up and carried Hermione to the bed.

"Harry, please be gentle."

She moaned even louder and it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Harry could hardly take
it anymore; she was driving him insane and she didn't even know it. When he closed the gap
between them, becoming one, he couldn’t believe what she was doing to him.

She felt so good.

She felt happy, complete. She felt alive.

"You are amazing, Hermione," he said kissing her.

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When Harry woke up the following morning, he could see that it was still dark outside. They
didn’t have to turn off the light and he was glad. He could see Hermione’s naked form; she was
sleeping with her back to him.

*So Beautiful*, he thought while he kissed behind her neck and touched her.

“You are a pervert, Mr. Potter,” she said jokingly, turning around and facing him.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Hermione,” he said, touching her chin.

“I’m not going to lie and say that didn’t hurt. It was painful but it was wonderful at the same
time. And I read that the pain stops with practice.” She blushed.

He raised an eyebrow and climbed on top of her.

“Practice, huh? Interesting…” he said, kissing her jaw line.

“You are a very hungry boy, Harry James.”

“I’m not a boy anymore and yes, I am very hungry. And only your body can feed me.”

“Oh, poor Harry!” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist. And then she whispered, “I’m
already wet.”

She didn’t need to say anything more. Harry needed to be inside her.

He began to thrust himself into her. The movement became faster and harder. Harry could feel her
nails on his back.

“Oh, Merlin, why didn’t we do this before?” she practically yelled.

“Hermione…”

“Oh, Merlin, Harry!”

“Hermione!”

“What the hell is happening here?”

Harry froze. That *wasn’t* Hermione’s voice!

Hermione buried her face in his chest, incapable of moving.

*Oh god, the door! I forgot to close the door!* Harry panicked.

Still inside her, he slowly moved his head to face a very angry person.

So, any guess? Tell what do you think!

Thanks to my beta Mabel!



11. That's NOT Love!
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**SOUL PIECES**

**Chapter 11: That’s not love!**

“M…m…Mr. Weasley!” Harry managed to choke out.

The young wizard had never felt so embarrassed in his life. Mr. Weasley was so angry that Harry
didn’t know what to do.

“I want you two decent, right now! I think we need to talk,” the old redhead said.

*Oh HELL! I can’t believe this! What am I supposed to do? I can’t exactly move, can I? I am
still, well…. THIS IS HUMILIATING!* Harry thought frantically.

“Mr. Weasley, could you, er…give us...”

“Excuse me? Are you two embarrassed now? A few minutes ago you two didn’t seem too shy! After
all, you were having sex in my house with the light on and the door wide open!” Arthur Weasley
wasn’t yelling. His voice was low and controlled and this made Harry and Hermione even more
nervous. “I have six sons and one daughter. I’ve seen naked people before, trust me!”

Harry felt Hermione pushing him off of her. Her hands were trembling. So, slowly, Harry lifted
his weight from her.

*Oh Merlin…*

Quickly, Hermione changed into her nightclothes. Except in Harry’s case…

“Where are your clothes, Harry?”

“Well, sir, you see…” but Harry was interrupted.

“Arthur, what…MERLIN! What happened here?”

*Oh, joy of joys, Mrs. Weasley! Why don’t we call Percy, Ron…all the bloody Weasley Family!
No, call the Order too! Great! Just Great!*

“Please, Molly, be careful not to wake up the other children.”

Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband with fear. She knew very well how angry he
was and she didn’t want to rile him up any further. In a lower tone of voice, she repeated the
question.

“We’ll talk about this later. Please go to Ron’s room and pick up Harry’s pants. And call Remus
here please.”

*Remus! Why call Remus? Shit!*

**888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888**

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, Remus, Harry and Hermione were in Ginny’s bedroom. Harry never
thought he would ever stop feeling embarrassed.

“Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley…” Hermione started to say in a very nervous voice.

“What you want to say? *Sorry, Mr. Weasley*? This can’t be excused with a ‘sorry, sir’.
Molly and I love you two as our own children. We’ve never made differentiated between you and
them.”

“Sir….”

“Let me finish, Harry.”

“Sorry.”

“If I remember correctly, you were dating Ginny, Harry.”

“We broke up, sir.”

“You broke up! I don’t know the reason, that’s not my place to know and I can’t make you love my
daughter in the same way she loves you, but I *can* ask for some respect!”

“Sir, I never…”

“You were having sex with your best friend in her bed!”

Harry had nothing to say. He had absolutely forgotten that they were at The Burrow. Hermione,
meanwhile, began to cry.

*Oh god, Ginny! I’m a complete git!*

“I think we should go home,” said Remus.

“Ron will stay,” Mr. Weasley added.

“Please, Mr. Weasley…”

“He will stay here this week. His mother has missed him. I know you don’t have a father, Harry….
but I think you need to talk to someone about this. Because of the circumstances, this
*someone* can’t be me. And you, Hermione,” Mr. Weasley looked at her and then at the bed
(which had a blood stained sheet). “I see… that was your first time….”

Mr. Weasley didn’t finish what he wanted to say, he simply left the room.

Harry looked on as the others walked away from the bedroom with concern and shame while Harry
really didn’t know what to do or what to say. It wasn’t that he was sorry for having sex with
Hermione; he knew he didn’t love her but at same time he couldn’t think of any girl- woman- he
wanted to be with.

To be honest, he didn’t know how to feel. He was happy after what happened with Hermione but he
couldn’t forget the look on Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s eyes. They looked so…disappointed and this was
the one thing that Harry didn’t want them to feel towards him. The Weasleys had done so much for
him- they had thought of him like a son and now he just knew that things would never be the same
again.

Harry knew they- especially Mrs. Weasley- had great expectations about a big and happy Weasley
family, which meant that he would end up with Ginny and Hermione with Ron. But life wasn’t only
about expectations and hopes of others. Things were the way they were and nothing could change
that.

He just hoped that the Weasleys could at least understand-if forgiving him was too difficult-
and didn’t judge him for his actions. He knew he had to talk to them someday and somehow to try to
fix the things…but not now. Harry was happy. Happy, as he hadn’t been for a long time …

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Grimmauld Place, the Kitchen

“Where’s Hermione, Remus?”

“She is in her bedroom, talking to Tonks.”

“Remus…”

“Harry, I know you are not a boy anymore. I was seventeen too. I know what is to fall in
love…”

“I don’t love Hermione!”

“Harry, you had sex with her!”

“Yeah, but that had not anything to do with love. We are attracted to each other. It’s physical!
I don’t love her and she doesn’t love me!”

Remus looked at the young man in disbelief and he wanted to laugh. How could someone be so
blind?

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

*Later that night, Hermione’s bedroom*

“What a day, huh?” said Harry, who was lying on Hermione’s bed, holding her tight.

“Yeah. It was terrible. Ginny will…”

“Let’s not talk about Ginny. Or Ron,” he said, starting to kiss her collarbone.

She squeezed him a little.

“No, Harry. I am tired, sorry.”

Harry smiled warmly at her.

“It’s alright, Hermione. But do you mind if I stay here a little longer?”

“No at all,” she answered, closing her eyes.

*She is so beautiful. I could be here forever*, he thought.

*****

*Grimmauld Place**’s Kitchen – a few nights later*

“Harry, we’re in the kitchen!” Hermione cried with her back against the table.

“So what? Remus and Tonks are sleeping. And even if they’re awake, they know very well what we
do every night!”

“Harry James!”

“Tonight is our last free night together, Hermione; Ron will be back tomorrow. Let’s make good
use of the time we have,” he said sitting her on the edge of the kitchen table and taking off her
nightgown.

She wasn’t wearing underwear and he liked that very much as a lazy smile spread on his
features.

“I wanted you to have an easy access,” she whispered shyly.

“I’m glad,” he said, laying her down.

They were in a very compromising position: she, totally naked, lying on the kitchen table and
he, fully clothed, on the top of her, kissing her breasts.

“Hey, this isn’t fair! Why am I the only one naked?”

“Because I’m your master, Miss Granger,” he replied playfully.

“Ha! My Master! You wish!” Hermione cried, rolling over so that she was on top.

“Oh, so you want to be on top!”

“I’m always on top. You will never make me do something I don’t want to, sir,” she said as she
began to undo the buttons on his pants before releasing his erection.

“Maybe, but there’s something I can make you do every time.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“I can make you shut up.”

With that, he kissed her with all passion he felt. Then she positioned herself on his lap,
allowing him to take her to the moon.

He grabbed her hips and they began to move, an almost primitive motion to everything they
did.

She cried and moaned while moving her head back and forth in the moment.

Yes, she really *was* on the moon.

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The next day, Harry woke up in his bed feeling a little lost. He couldn’t remember how he
managed to come back up to his bedroom, but his body was sore.

*Well, last night was really something. I think Hermione and I should repeat that some
day.*

He got off the bed and after freshening up, went downstairs. When he reached the living room, he
saw something that made his blood boil with rage. His heart beat was uncontrollable and he couldn’t
think.

“What the hell is happening here?” he demanded after some time.

Ron and Hermione turned around to face him, separating from where they were kissing.

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Next Chapter: a fight, some tears, denials and Tonks realizes something.

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12. Friends and Lovers
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**Chapter 12: Friends and Lovers**

“What the hell is going on here?” Harry demanded after some time.

Ron and Hermione turned around to face him, separating from where they were kissing.

Harry wanted to say something more but then he noticed Hermione’s face. She looked shocked and
sad. She looked at him and then at Ron…

SLAP!

Hermione had just slapped Ron and said in a painful whisper, “I can’t believe you, Ronald
Weasley. How dare you? Why, Ron? Why?”

“Hermione…” Ron tried to explain but she ran upstairs with tears falling over her face.

That made Harry even more furious. How dare Ron kiss her against her will? How dare he? He
looked at Ron and punched him right on the face.

The redhead looked at his friend in surprise.

“Harry!” someone cried and held the boy, who intended to hit Ron again.

“Let me go, Remus!”

With a bit fear but with a little smirk on his face (only noticed by Remus), Ron asked,

“Are you crazy, Harry?”

“You were kissing her!” the green-eye wizard shouted back, his face red because of the
anger.

“Yes, I know! And I was going to apologize to her if you hadn’t punched me! What’s your problem,
Harry?”

“You were kissing her,” Harry repeated, this time almost like a whisper.

“She is not your girlfriend, Harry. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

Harry didn’t know how to answer. The truth was that even he didn’t know why he was so upset. He
just felt that the situation was wrong. Ron and Hermione weren’t supposed to kiss each other
anymore.

Remus seemed to realize the battle raging inside the boy’s head.

“Hermione is Harry’s friend, Ron. I think if you were Harry, you would do the same thing. Now,
why don’t you go upstairs and try to talk to her?”

Ron said nothing. What he wanted to know, Harry had just answered him.

“Sorry, mate” Harry apologized.

“It’s okay. Well, I think I need to talk to Hermione. See you,” he said, “Oh, let me bring my
bag…”

When he was gone, Remus turned to Harry, “Harry…”

“I don’t want to talk about this, Remus. Now, I’ll just go eat my breakfast.”

“No, Harry, we have to talk about this! Please, Harry…I want to help you! Tell me, why did you
hit Ron? He’s your best friend, isn’t he?”

“Of course he is! It’s just…”

“You’re with Hermione now.”

Harry looked at Remus in surprise.

“No, Hermione and I aren’t *together.* We just- just have a great time. We *enjoy*
each other,” the young wizard said almost trying to convince himself of what he was saying.

“Oh, I see. So, if Ron and Hermione decide to hook up it would be okay with you, right?”

“No, I mean, yes. I think. I don’t know! But they won’t hook up!”

“How do you know that? From what I heard, they used to like each other. And if you and her are
not *together…*well, it should be alright.”

“Of course,” Harry mumbled with no conviction and left to the kitchen.

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Time had passed without many problems. Ron and Hermione were alright again with each other and
the kiss was not mentioned anymore.

Harry was glad that Hermione had slapped Ron but he couldn’t stop thinking if Ron’s kisses were
better than his. If Ron hadn’t been so savage, she probably would have liked that. Harry also
couldn’t forget Remus’ words. What if the did decide to get together? He should be happy, right?
After all, he and Hermione weren’t a couple; they just had sex on occasion. But why did he feel so
much pain and despair when he saw the kiss?

The three friends spent their days training and reading about Godric Gryffindor. After all, as
Dumbledore had said, something from either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw could be a horcrux. Gryffindor
seemed to be the most obvious choice; maybe the hat or the sword. They had planned to go to
Hogwarts to talk to the hat and Dumbledore but Professor McGonagall asked them to come after
October 31st.

So, they had to wait. To Ron, that meant eating and reading about Quidditch. For Hermione and
Harry…well, for them that meant many things.

Their non-relationship was stronger than ever but neither Harry nor Hermione could admit to
that. The sex wasn’t so urgent and hungry anymore while some nights, they didn’t shag at all. That
didn’t seem so important anymore. Harry loved sleeping with her, but he also loved holding her
tight and smelling her hair at night.

The only problem seemed to be a little sense of jealousy in the young wizard. He really didn’t
like to see her talking alone with Ron or even Remus.

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It’s late. Maybe midnight. He really didn’t know.

As always, Harry Potter made his way to Hermione’s bedroom. And as always, he entered the
bedroom and closed the door behind him.

She was lying on her stomach reading a book. She knew he was there but didn’t move.

He smiled. That was their game.

She was beautiful. She was always beautiful. *But I have to admit I love when she’s wearing
only a large shirt and panties. So damn sexy…*

*Funny…I don’t remember this shirt…seems to be a Quidditch…Wait! What’s written? KRUM!?! What
the hell!*

“What’s with the shirt, Hermione?” he practically yelled.

She jumped in surprise, but answered with a smile.

“Oh, it’s from Viktor. I received it from him with a book. You know, birthday gift,” she said, a
smile playing on her lips.

“You received a birthday present from Krum? You never said anything,” Harry said, trying to be
casual.

“I didn’t think it was really important, you know? But, do you want talk about Victor no,
Potter?” she answered with a sly smile.

He got the hint. Why talk about damn Krum? He wasn’t there; he was in bloody Bulgaria.

“You’re right, like always,” he said, climbing on top of her. “I don’t fancy the idea of sharing
this bed with him right now….”

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he answered, taking off her shirt.

“You pervert!”

He laughed.

“Of course,” he said while kissing her. She was left in only her panties but this time, she
didn’t want to be the only person naked in bed. That time it was easy: Harry’s clothes instantly
floated across the room with a charm.

“That’s so much better,” she said, her hands caressing his chest.

He didn’t continue with the foreplay; h only held her even more tightly. She loved when he did
that. And Harry loved the sensation that she was his. Her smell. Her flesh. Her body.

Harry could stay like that forever, only feeling her heart beating against him. After a
lifetime, the penetration happened so naturally that time stopped for them and they felt at home
with each other.

The sensation that he was inside her made him the happiest guy in whole Britain. No, the
happiest guy in the whole world.

And even if “I love you’s” hadn’t been exchanged, it was clear that Hermione Granger and Harry
Potter had fallen for each other.

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When Harry woke up, it was almost morning. He knew he had to leave her room. It was a ritual
that he (secretly) hated.

But that time, he was alone in bed. He panicked, feeling loneliness and despair.

*Where is she? She knows I need to go my room. I can’t leave without say “see you”. She never
did that.*

As if answering his silently demand, Hermione returned. She was very pale. Her hands were
trembling and her body was covered with sweat.

“What happened?” Harr asked with concern, leading her to the bed.

“I’m not feeling well, Harry. I think I have the flu.”

He hugged her.

“It’s alright, Harry. Now, go. It’s almost morning. See you,” she said, in a weak voice.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright? I can call Tonks if you want…”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just the flu.”

“I’m going to my room then. See you at breakfast, sweetie.”

He kissed her on the lips and left.

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(Tonks POV)

Nymphadora Tonks could be a funny person; an extravagant person. But she wasn’t stupid.

She watched in amazement the non-relationship between Harry and Hermione and even if they had
learned to use the silencing charms*,* she knew (she was a auror, after all!) that the boy
spent every night in Hermione’s bedroom.

She couldn’t comprehend why they didn’t expose their situation already. Okay, there the matter
of Ron Weasley but why didn’t they admit it to themselves first? It’s a little ridiculous to say:
“It’s only physical, we aren’t together.” How could anyone be so blind?

However, when November came, the astonishment was replaced by concern and suspicion.

Tonks could see that Hermione wasn’t well.

The girl was paler than ever. She wasn’t eating and every morning, Tonks could hear the sounds
coming from the bathroom.

When Hermione had been asked about it, she had answered that she got the flu. The men of the
house had bought it. Even Remus.

*Oh, Merlin, men are so thick!* she thought.

It was a Saturday morning when Tonks finally learned the truth.

They were eating breakfast on the kitchen’s table and everybody seemed happy and healthy. Even
Hermione. But it wasn’t until Winky came in with the eggs and bacon and smell of food crossed the
kitchen that Hermione turned a light shade of green and with a very weak ‘excuse me ‘ she stood up
and ran.

“It’s the flu,” someone said and they continued eating.

But Tonks couldn’t take it anymore. She also excused herself and left the table.

The young auror found Hermione in the bathroom, vomiting.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

With hot tears dropping from her eyes, Hermione Jane Granger nodded.

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13. Consequences.
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AN: Hi, here is chapter 13. I hope you like it. I am really sorry for the delay but my comp is
broke and I didn’t have how to update this. This chapter was with my beta so…the next ones I am
writing with paper and pen ( so sad…).

Thanks to my beta Mabel.

**Chapter 13**: **Consequences.**

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Hermione nodded.

“Oh, Merlin…I hoped I was wrong,” Tonks said, hugging the young witch. “Go clean up and let’s go
to your room. I think we need to talk.”

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*Hermione’s bedroom*

“What am I going to do, Tonks?”

“Right now, I really don’t know. Merlin! How did this happen? I thought you two were cautious…I
guess I was wrong. You’re probably five or six weeks along…”

Hermione looked at the young Auror in shook. *How did she know that?*

“Hermione, I’m a woman and an Auror, might I add. I know what a pregnant woman looks like. I
have been noticing your loss of appetite, your face is very pale and of course, this *flu.*
You’re lucky that men can be very stupid about these things…I’m sure you performed a spell to
know-”

Hermione nodded.

~*~Flashback~*~

Hermione couldn’t remember exactly when she started to notice that something was wrong. This
kind of thing didn’t happen to her…it was only that one day she realized that her life wasn’t the
same anymore.

Of course that after the first time they were together, Hermione was a little preoccupied; after
all neither her nor Harry had performed a Contraception Charm before but she was *sure* that
nothing had gone wrong.

And then came the eggs…yes, the eggs. Hermione, who until then loved eggs, suddenly couldn’t
stand to smell them. And after the eggs, came the bacon and then the smell of toast and then…she
started to throw up every morning. Yes, it was then that she realized that something was wrong. It
was then that she remembered that her last period had been a long time ago. It was then that she
began to panic.

It’s easy to say, ‘Come on, do the spell and find out!” Oh, so easy to say…but so hard to do.
How many times Hermione raised her wand to cast the spell but then…didn’t have the nerve to do
it.

But she was a Gryffindor…and one day she finally performed the spell and found out the
truth…

She was pregnant. She was expecting Harry’s child.

When the blue smoke confirmed the shocking truth, Hermione let herself fall on the floor.

That couldn’t be real. Oh, Merlin, that couldn’t be real. She couldn’t be pregnant. She
just…couldn’t.

She couldn’t tell him…He couldn’t know the truth.

The truth…the truth was that she loved him. Oh, yes, she loved him. She loved him so much that
she let herself be almost used by him so she could be with him.

And she smiled as she remembered the time they spent together. The time she pretended she didn’t
love him…the time she pretended it was only sex.

And she realized she was alone. She was pregnant and alone. She knew he didn’t love her and
would probably hate her when he found out about the child. He would think she did it on purpose and
maybe he wouldn’t want the child.

No, he wouldn’t be that way with her. Despite everything, that child was a part of Harry and she
didn’t know what to do or what to say to him.

~*~End Flashback~*~

“You need to see a healer. St. Mungo’s is out of the question. I think the best solution is
Madame Pomfrey. But, Hermione, for this I will need to talk with McGonagall about, well, about
your…*situation,”* Tonks said in a clear and serious tone.

Hermione put her face in her hands and began to cry again.

That made Tonks forgot about the cold and serious tone and hugged the girl.

“Shh…. Everything is going to be okay.”

“How? Tell me, how everything is going to be okay? I have no one! I don’t have a job, I didn’t
finish school…I’m eighteen years old, Tonks!”

“Hermione, I won’t say that it will not be difficult; because it will be. But you are not alone
in this. You have me, Remus…And I am sure Harry- “

“Harry? Great! I didn’t only destroy my own life but his too. He will never forgive me!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Harry! He doesn’t love me! For him it’s only sex…”

“And for you, Hermione?”

Hermione looked at Tonks for a moment and then whispered in a sad voice, “I love him. I love him
with all my heart. I love him so much that it hurts. That’s why I sleep with him. Otherwise, I
would never…”

“Hermione…”

“I know! I’m not stupid! I know that sleeping with him made everything worst. But I can’t…I
can’t loose him. That’s the only way he would look at me.”

“Did you talk to him about your feelings?”

“Merlin, no! If I confess my love for him, he would never stay with me.”

“But things are different now, Hermione. You’re pregnant.”

“Yeah, and he’ll hate me for that.”

“Harry’s a good guy, Hermione. He would never leave you alone. I’m sure…”

“Of course he’ll take care of this child. He’s the bloody hero! But what about me? The Weasleys,
Voldemort, the war…God! Ginny! She’ll hate me,” she sobbed.

“You two made a mistake. I’m not talking about this unborn child. I’m talking about love,
Hermione. You can’t play with love. Maybe he even loves you. I don’t know. I can’t give you false
expectations but I know that you couldn’t have given him your body.”

“But it’s good!”

“Good for whom? Of course, you must have had wonderful moments with him but, tell me, when the
sex was over, when he didn’t say ‘I love you’…when *you* couldn’t say ‘I love you’…. Was it
good? When you spent all day together as if nothing had happened, was that good? Sorry if I’m a
little harsh on you but I have to say these things. And whatever happens, know that I will be
always by your side.”

Tonks’ words were like an arrow into her heart; but what hurt even more was that Hermione knew
everything was true. She was about to speak when a knock was heard at her door.

“Tonks, Hermione? Is everything alright? May I come in?” they heard Remus ask.

“Yeah, Remus,” answered Hermione with a weak voice. With a nod she gave Tonks permission to tell
Remus about the pregnancy.

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“Oh, Merlin,” Remus managed to say after listening to Tonks. “I’m sure Harry will not leave you.
He’s a good kid and I know he loves you too, even if he is a damn thickheaded to admit it.”

Hermione gave him a shy smile.

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The next Day

*Hogwarts: Headmistress’ Office.*

Tonks was waiting while Madame Pomfrey finished Hermione’s examination (they were in
McGonagall’s private chamber). Professor McGonagall was with them, also waiting.

*Bloody hell, what’s taking so long? We need to go back. Remus is in charge to distract the
boys while we’re here…but this wasn’t supposed to take so much time!* Tonks thought.

The arrival of Madame Pomfrey and Hermione at the doorway interrupted Tonks’ thoughts and the
young Auror was relieved. *It’s about time!*

“What is it, Poppy?” asked the Headmistress, as if she had read Tonks’ mind.

“I’m afraid that I don’t have good news, Minerva. Miss Granger is pregnant indeed…”

“Yeah…yeah…” muttered Tonks.

“As you may know, Miss Granger here is a Muggleborn; a very powerful witch indeed, but a
Muggleborn,” said Madame Pomfrey with a little glint of concern in her eyes.

“Yes, so?” Tonks asked, a bit impatiently.

That time, the Headmistress was the one who spoke.

“You have already realized that nothing in our world happens without a reason,
Nymphadora*.* I’m not talking about divination, I’m talking about nature. Don’t you ever
wonder why there are so few Muggleborn witches?”

Tonks was about to reply but then she realized that there weren’t many Muggleborn witches. She
only knew Hermione and one friend from work.

“Yes,” continued the Headmistress, “and there is a reason for that. A Muggleborn witch is a
witch, of course, but her body is still Muggle*.* I’m not saying that Muggleborn witches can’t
have babies. No, it’s not that. The problem is when the father of the child is a powerful
wizard.”

Tonks looked at Hermione; she didn’t have said a word.

“Okay, Professor, I understand but what’s wrong with Hermione?”

Madame Pomfrey answered, “This will be a very difficult pregnancy. Her body will not accept the
magic inside her. As magic, I mean the baby. The baby will suck her energy because, contrary to a
normal pregnancy, her body will not feed the baby naturally. Of course, if the child were a squib,
nothing of this will occur. But I really doubt that. After my examination, I’m almost completely
certain that Miss Granger’s child is magical.”

“But what can we do about it?”

“Nothing,” Hermione spoke for the first time. “There is nothing to do.”

Tonks wanted to ask if there was a risk of death, but she couldn’t find a way to ask that.

“Yes, Tonks, there’s a possibility that I will die,” Hermione said as she could hear Tonks’
thoughts. “But I am prepared for it. I’m keeping this baby. I know it will be difficult, but I know
I have no one and I know that the father doesn’t love me but I can’t give up this baby,” she said,
placing her hands on her belly. “This baby will remind me of what it is to love someone.”

Tonks had tears in her eyes. Her rational side was telling her that Hermione was insane to go on
with a pregnancy with so many risks but she could comprehend Hermione’s decision. She, Nymphadora
Tonks, would do the same.

Before Tonks and Hermione left Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall gave them an emergency portkey
that was to be used in case something happened and for Hermione’s consults with Madame Pomfrey. The
school nurse told them that Hermione would become weaker as her pregnancy progressed. Stress,
strong feelings, hard work, training and apparation were forbidden.

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A few days later…

The atmosphere at Grimmauld Place was suffocating. The house was sad, and everything had a
depressing feeling to it. Of course no one talked about it, but everyone felt it. Even Ron seemed a
little depressed.

Remus couldn’t believe when Tonks told him about Hermione’s problem*.*

Hermione continued sleeping with Harry, even with all of Tonks’ pleads to stop but she wanted to
stay with him. She needed him…. and she had a feeling, a hope that maybe, just maybe, he needed her
too.

However, she knew she needed to tell Harry about the baby. She couldn’t wait much longer to do
it.

It was late and Hermione was in the library at Grimmauld, pretending to read a book. The house
was silent around her.

The truth was that she didn’t want to go to her bedroom. She knew that Harry would come and she
knew what would happen once she saw him. That didn’t mean that she didn’t want to be with him, no,
quite opposite. Hermione wanted be with him more than ever but she was afraid of the future.

She thought about the conversation she had had with Madame Pomfrey. Not the conversation with
Tonks and Professor McGonagall, but the private conversation in the chambers.

“I am sorry, Miss Granger,” the nurse said. “I’m really sorry.”

With a shaky voice, Hermione asked, “But are you sure, maybe there’s something…”

“No,” Madame Pomfrey said firmly, but with a trace of angst in her voice. “The Muggle disease,
as we call it, is very rare and doesn’t have a cure. I’m really sorry.”

“So, I will probably die. That’s it. This child will probably suck all my energy and then after
I give birth I’ll just die,”Hermione whispered, fighting the tears that began to fall.

“You and Mister Potter are very powerful people and there is a strong chance that you will come
out of this just fine. If you choose not to have this child…”

“I can’t do that. This child is Harry’s. This child is Harry inside me.”

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When Harry came to Hermione’s bedroom, he noticed, with surprise that she wasn’t there.

*What the …? Where is she?*

Then a smile crossed his face because he knew exactly where she was.

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Harry slowly opened the door to the library. Hermione was there, sitting in an armchair with a
book on her lap. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were wet with tears.

That made Harry’s heart sink.

He quickly moved closer to her and kneeled in front of the chair she was sitting in. She opened
her eyes with a start.

“What? Oh, Harry. Never do that again!” she said, trying to wipe away her tears.

He grabbed her hand to stop her.

“What happened, sweetheart? Why are you crying?”

“Crying? I’m not crying! It’s something in my eye.”

“Hermione…”

“It’s something in my eye, Harry. Now, what are you doing here?”

Harry knew she wasn’t telling him the truth, but didn’t want to push the subject.

“I went to your room and you weren’t there so-”

“-You came here.”

“Yep,” Harry said with a smile that made Hermione’s heart melt. How was she supposed to fight
against that?

“Harry…”

“What?” he asked innocently*,* caressing her hands.

“Don’t give me this innocent look! I know you too well, Harry Potter.”

“Hum...good. So, I don’t need to say what I want*…*” he answered but that time his hands
were playing with the hem of her shirt.

She leaned towards him, grabbed his messy hair with her hands and kissed him.

“Why are you wearing pants?” he asked a little annoyed.

“Harry, it’s almost winter!”

“I don’t like pants,” he said, trying to unbutton her pants. “Too much work.”

“Lazy boy…”

With a little help from Hermione, he managed to take off her pants.

“Oh, that’s so much better,” he whispered.

“I know,” she replied with a smile.

He began to kiss between her legs, making her moan with pleasure.

“Harry…we should go to my room…oh!”

“Yes,” he answered without moving.

“Harry-”

“Ok,” he said, standing up.

When he was helping Hermione to stand up, Harry noticed that her eyes were a little
strange*.*

“H-Hermione? Are you…?”

But he never received the answer, because Hermione just fainted.

“Oh, my God! Hermione!” he cried in despair. “Wake up, please!”

But for all that Harry tried, Hermione didn’t wake-up and he began to panic.

Without thinking twice, he took her in his arms and ran.

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Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks were sleeping peacefully when they were suddenly woken up by a
loud noise.

“What?” the couple asked at same time, taking their wands.

“Remus!” they heard.

“It’s Harry!” Remus said, standing up.

The former DADA professor opened the door and frowned with the scene in front of him: there was
a crying Harry with a fainted Hermione in his arms.

“Oh, God! What happened?” he asked, letting Harry enter the room.

“S..s..she…f…f…fain…fainted. I…I…I…couldn’t wake her up…” Harry said between sobs.

“Lay her down on the bed, Harry,” said Tonks with concern in her voice. The young Auror noticed
that the young witch wasn’t wearing pants. She looked at Remus.

Harry saw this and became very red. The couple looked at him.

“Herpaintsareinthelibrary” he said in a hurry.

“I see,” Tonks said. “Remus, I will be right back.” And Tonks Disapparated.

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Few minutes later, she was back with a green bottle in her hands.

“Remus, could you help me?”

Remus nodded and helped his girlfriend. Harry was completely lost.

Within seconds, after Tonks gave Hermione the potion, Hermione began to stir.

“Oh, thank God!” Harry cried. “Are you alright, Hermione?”

“W…what happened? What am I doing here?” she asked, very confused.

“You fainted, Hermione,” Tonks answered with a meaningful look. “Harry brought you here.”

“Oh.”

Without a word, Remus walked towards her and took her in his arms.

“Let me take you to your room.”

Harry knew that wasn’t the time to feel…to feel his blood boil. But he couldn’t avoid it. He was
about to say something, but Tonks grabbed his shoulder and shook her head.

+ + + + +

While they waited for Remus to return, in what Harry thought was taking too bloody long, the
young wizard asked Tonks, “Why did she faint, Tonks?”

“It’s the flu, Harry.” Tonks hated to lie.

“But I never saw a flu-”

“She has the wizard flu.”

“But in our second year, I remember that a bunch of students had this and no one…”

“The problem, Harry, is that Hermione has a Muggle body. Her body isn’t used to magical
diseases*.* That’s why the flu is hitting her so strongly.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.” *Well, I hope she will.*

Harry didn’t say anything. The two of them waited for Remus in silence when he finally
returned.

“What took so long?” Harry demanded.

Remus looked at his best friends’ son in surprise.

“Harry, what are you talking about?”

Harry gave a sarcastic laugh. “Well, *Professor,* don’t you think that you took too much
time in Hermione’s bedroom? After all, you just had to…”

“Harry! I can’t believe you! You’re jealous!”

“No, Professor*.* I’m just concerned about my best friend.”

“What do you think I was doing there, Harry?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know, but we all know that you like young girls…”

Remus couldn’t believe what he was hearing! He felt a wave of anger emerge from deep inside him.
He walked towards Harry and was about to grab his collar when Tonks stopped him.

“Remus, no! He didn’t mean that.”

“You’re right. I’m too old to pay attention to some boy’s love problems!”

“I don’t have any love problems!” Harry cried indignantly

“For Merlin’s sake, Harry! Why do you keep denying it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“You love her, Harry! YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HERMIONE GRANGER!”

“No…” he whispered.

Remus shook his head. “Harry, it’s okay. You’re not weak or anything because of this…”

Harry looked at Tonks. “Tonks, please, tell Remus he’s wrong.”

“He’s right, Harry.”

“You know what? You’re both crazy!”

And with that, the young wizard left the room.

* * * * * * *

Later that night, in his bed, Harry Potter didn’t sleep very well. He dreamed that Bellatrix
Lestrange had killed Hermione and he became very afraid.

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Next chapter: A chat with the shorting hat and some realizations…

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14. A chat with the Hat
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SOUL PIECES

Thanks to my beta Mabel.

Chapter 14: A chat with the hat


Hogsmeade; it was a sunny day. He saw Hermione with two other people.


They were arguing.


Stop. Blur.


Curses.


Blur.


Hermione was hit.


Blur.


Ginny looked at him. She had blood on her hands.


“I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry.”


“Noooooo!”


0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000


Grimmauld Place. Harry Potter woke up after another nightmare.


0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000


A few doors ahead, Hermione Granger had just decided to tell Harry about the pregnancy. She would
tell him after they came back from Hogwarts; after he had time to speak to the sorting hat.


0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000


*Hogwarts: Headmistress’ Office.*


Ridiculous. Harry Potter was feeling ridiculous with that old Hat on his head and Hermione and Ron
looking at him expectantly.


Okay, he knew he should be the one to wear it, but …it’s ridiculous! He just hoped that the Hat
would give him at least one clue about the Horcrux.


*Well, well, Mister Potter! I missed you this year, you know?*


(Sorry, I can’t say the same.)


*Always the Potter Temper…*


(I hate to interrupt, but I need to ask you some important questions.)


*You want to talk about the Dark Lord.*


(How did you know?)


*I know many things, Potter.*


(Whatever, I need to know if Riddle utilized you…)


*The Dark Lord didn’t use me or any other object that belonged to my former owner.*


(So, the object he used is from Ravenclaw! You probably don’t know which object is though,
right?)


*Everything has a reason. Nothing is an accident.
Every piece has a purpose.
All pieces need the others.
They are meant to be together.
They complete each other.
Different, but, at same time, equals:
The blue, the green, the brown;
Protection, intuition and inspiration.*


(What?)


*It’s the Lion Task.*


(But you said that Riddle didn’t take any object from Gryffindor!)


*The lion will be able to destroy the fifth evil.*


(But how will I find what object it is? We read everything about Ravenclaw and we didn’t find
anything meaningful!)


*Neither everything is writing on the books.*


(Great. Just, great!)


*Look inside you. Look at your desires, your love for Miss Granger.*


(I don’t love Hermione!)


*You know that’s not true.*


(I c-c-can’t.)


*Your heart is hers and you know this. You always knew.
Your heart, mind and soul belong to her.*


(No, I can ’t…)


*Love and Desire, Mister Potter! Now, you must go.*


(But you didn’t say anything!)


*No, Mister Potter, I told you EVERYTHING…
But, perhaps, the Lady could help you…*


And the Hat became silent.


☼☼☼☼☼☼☼


Harry was even more confused after his encounter with the hat than he was before the visit. But the
truth was that he didn’t want to think about Horcruxes, lions and ladies (whatever that meant). His
mind was confused.


He only could think about Hermione. Okay, he knew he probably did like Hermione as a little more
than a friend… but love?


He couldn’t love her; she was his best friend. Their *situation* was a little
*different…*because they were sleeping together, but…

*
You can lie to everybody else but you can’t lie to yourself forever*, a little voice at the back
of his mind berated. And that day he knew he couldn’t deny it anymore.


He knew he was desperately in love with his best friend, so he made a decision.


☼☼☼☼☼☼☼


Hermione was nervous. It was almost midnight and she knew Harry would soon join her.


Merlin! She would tell him about the baby and how she loved him. She would tell him everything.


☼☼☼☼☼☼☼


At exactly midnight, Harry entered Hermione’s bedroom. He gave her a small smile and sat on her bed
beside her.


*God, she’s so beautiful.*


He took her small hands in his.

“I need to tell you something,” they said at same time.


They laughed a little and then, Harry spoke again, “Please, you first.”


“Oh, no.”


*He probably wants to talk about the Horcruxes. It’s better if I tell him afterwards.*


“Okay,” he said and took a long, slow breath. “You know Hermione, that we’ve known each other for
seven years. You have always been by my side. No matter what.”


“No, last year I…”


“Let’s not talk about last year. I want to talk about now. Things have changed. Our relationship
has changed.”


”*Oh, God! He’s going to say he loves me!” s*he screamed inside her head.


“We spend almost every night together and I love the way the things are but…” he hesitated.


*But you want more! Me too, Harry! I want to be with you and our baby…*


“But…” he couldn’t finish.


Hermione smiled and began to caress his face.


“It’s alright, Harry. Don’t be afraid.”


He closed his eyes. *This is so difficult…*


“Well, the thing is…I want to stop.”


Hermione looked at him in surprise. Her hand wasn’t on his face anymore.


“What are you talking about, Harry?”


“I’m saying that I don’t want to sleep with you anymore. The sex is really great, you’re amazing,
really! But I need to focus on other things. So, well, that’s it I guess.” He paused and looked
away from her. “I hope you’re not upset. It’s just sex, right? We’re still best friends; but tell
me, what did you want to say?” he asked.



15. Just one more time
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“*Come in and close the door
I know I'm playin' with fire
Get burned everytime*

*But I got to have your sweet love
One more time, one more time*

*I can read her brown eyes*

*One more time” –**(****‘One More Time’-*** *Gary Rossington -- Ronnie
VanZant*)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, neither the song Crazy for you.

AN: Okay…this is a SS chapter….Short and Sad. It's almost an Intermezzo.

I just received the beta reader chapter. Here it is!

Thanks to my beta Mabel!

**Chapter 15: Just one more time.**

…*It is just sex, right? But, tell me, what do you want to say?*

Hermione was looking at him; she didn’t know what to say. She was afraid she couldn’t say
anything. Her heart was broken. Her soul was broken.

*Just sex*

*Just sex*

Instinctively, she put her arms around her belly - she wanted to protect her unborn child.

*I won’t cry. No.*

*Oh, God! How this hurt!*

“Hermione?”

“Oh, sorry. Well, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Are you sure, because if so, I think I’ll get going now. We need to go over what the hat said
tomorrow.”

Hermione wasn’t really listening.

Harry was at the door, about to open it, when Hermione called him.

“Stay.”

“What?”

“Stay, just tonight, just one more night. Please, Harry.”

Harry was about to say something but he stopped. He wanted to stay with her, taste, and feel her
one last time, so the young wizard returned to his original spot on Hermione’s bed.

Hermione smiled and he smiled back. Neither said a single word.

**Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that
I'm crazy for you**

She moved slowly and began to slide her tongue and lips across his neck and jaw.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. His lips captured her mouth.

He was burning. He ended the kiss and began to unbutton her pajamas. He wasn’t in a hurry like
the others times. No, this time he wanted to feel every single part of her.

**Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you.**

When he finally unbuttoned her shirt, he took it off and threw it away from them.

With an unspoken agreement, she did the same to his shirt.

Both were half naked as he caressed her softly.

*God, she is beautiful. Oh, why do I have to love her so much!* Harry thought.

**Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all**

He gently lay her down on the bed as he kissed her neck. Her hands dove into his hair as

Harry began to move his mouth to her stomach, going even lower. His hands slid down her pants
and underwear until she was finally naked before him.

Clumsily, he managed to take off the rest of his own clothes. She looked at him and touched him.
Her eyes were closed, as she wanted to memorize every sensation.

**Two by two their bodies become one.**

**** He took her hand and kissed it tenderly. Slowly he lowered himself on top of
her.

**Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you'll see,**

They had had sex so many times before but that time it was different. They weren’t having sex,
they were making love. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach. His heart was beating fast and
he wanted to cry out. He wanted say to her how much he loved her.

**I'm crazy, crazy for you.**

She knew it was wrong. She knew she was only hurting herself by sleeping with him again but she
needed him one last time. As he thrust in and out of her, tears began to fall from her eyes. They
weren’t tears of pleasure, they were tears of sadness.

Hermione had hoped that Harry could love her as she loved him, but she realized that had been a
silly dream but she could never would blame him for her broken heart. He never had promised her
anything. It had been her mistake.

Madame Pomfrey thought she was crazy for wanting to keep the baby; her decision to give up of
her own life for a baby whose father didn’t love her. But nobody understood that she couldn’t live
with the knowledge that he didn’t love her; she was already dead.

The rhythm of their bodies continued for as long as they could stand it.

*Just a little more, Harry, a little more…*

Harry pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, hugging her tightly against him.

He wanted to say those little three words: *I love you*, but he couldn’t bring himself to
do it.

They laid in silence afterwards for just a moment, lost in time until they finally fell
asleep.

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It was almost four in the morning when Harry woke up. He remained with his eyes closed for a few
minutes, feeling the softness of Hermione’s skin against him. He could sense that she was still
sleeping.

He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to leave her but he haf to.

Carefully, he released himself from her, got off the bed and began to gather his clothes, a
simple but hurtful task. Tears began to fall down uncontrollably from his eyes.

Fully clothed, he moved one more time towards Hermione, beautiful Hermione.

He then gently touched her naked skin with trembling fingers. Harry then moved closer and kissed
her lips.

It was then that he said those words. It was barely a whisper, but he said,

“I love you, Hermione Granger.”

With that, he wiped his tears and left.

*****

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Oh, and the next chapters will be longer, okay?

**Next Chapter:** a mistake….a BIG Mistake….



16. Potter’s biggest mistake
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SOUL PIECES

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

AN: Okay, before you read this chapter, repeat after me:

This is Portkey

This is Portkey

This is Portkey.

And now, er…just please, don’t be mad.

Thanks to my beta Mabel!

Chapter 16: Potter’s biggest mistake


A month had been passed since Harry and Hermione’s break-up, and what was supposed to be a great
decision turned to be a real nightmare for everyone in Grimmauld Place.


Of course, no one said anything. Even Ron knew that something had happened between his two friends
but despite his Weasley temper, he remained silent. He and Harry trained harder than ever but Ron
could see that Harry’s mind was in another place.


Hermione meanwhile, wasn’t training anymore. Her excuse was that she was still recovering from her
flu. She spent most of her day in her room, crying and reading about Rowena Ravenclaw and trying to
figure out the meaning of the hat’s words (Harry had told them about what the hat said, but didn’t
mention those things about love and desire.)


The problem was that she couldn’t concentrate. For the first time in her life, Hermione didn’t want
to read or research anything. She wanted Harry.


Remus and Tonks didn’t know what to do but they knew the situation couldn’t continue. When Hermione
told Tonks (crying) about what Harry said, the Auror wanted to kill the young wizard. *How dare
he?* But she was also very disappointed with Hermione when she told Tonks that she had had sex
with Harry again.


“Hermione, you shouldn’t have done that! Don’t you have any pride? Any self esteem?” Tonks
asked.


“Do you want the truth, Tonks? No, I haven’t. The only thing I have is a love that’s killing me
right now. And I mean that literally.”


Tonks didn’t know what to say to that. If there was something to say, she didn’t understand it. She
had talked with Remus about all that was happening, and the former professor seemed to understand
Harry’s attitude.


“He realized he loves her,” Lupin said.


“What? That’s insane.”


“No, Nymph. It’s Harry we’re talking about. He has the whole world on his shoulders but he’s still
a boy, a scared boy at that. He thought that having sex with Hermione wouldn’t be creating any
problems. To him, it was only sex. But he fell in love. I think he already loved Hermione before
they started all that, but he was too blind to see it.”


“But if he loves her, why break up with her?”


“Isn’t obvious? Voldemort! Harry’s afraid that if Voldemort finds out about him and Hermione…”


“He’ll go after her, I get it. But Remus, what about the baby? I haven’t thought clearly about this
but I think everyone will cheer up with the news.”


“I know. She needs tell him about the baby.”


“And he needs tell her he loves her,” Tonks completed with a smirk.


Remus Lupin knew that smirk too well.


“Nymphadora Tonks, what are you planning?”


“Well, you’ll just have to see my love…. We need to get those two together but here’s where it get
difficult. This house is everything except lovely. So, I was wondering if….”


“If?” Remus was afraid even to ask.


“Well, you know I received those invitations….”


“Yeah, that wizard dance club called Bludgers.”


“So, why don’t we go? It will be good for everyone. What do you think?”


Remus Lupin smiled and answered, “You’re genius, it’s perfect!”


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*Friday Night
Bludgers Dance Club* *10:00pm*


Hermione’s P.O.V.


Hermione was enjoying the night club. It was her first time in a place like that. At the beginning,
she didn’t want to go but Remus, Tonks and even Ron insisted so much that she gave up trying to
tell them she wouldn’t go. Harry didn’t say a word.


The decorations were inspired by Quidditch (which Ron loved, of course!) with Snitches, Bludgers
and Quaffles flying around. It was a massive room and they were seated at a table near the bar,
talking cheerfully. Harry had gone to the loo while Hermione was feeling happy. She was there, with
the guy she loved (even if he didn’t return the feeling) and her friends, talking and laughing.


“Oh boy,” she said, with tears in hers eyes after hearing a joke from Ron, “After that I think I
need to go to the loo myself.”


“Do you want me to go with you?” asked Tonks.


“No, it’s alright, but thank you. I won’t be long.”


☼☼☼☼☼☼☼


The young witch was on her way to the loo when she heard some noises from a dark corner. She froze
when she realized what kind what the noises were. They were loud groans. She would have ignored
them and gone straight to her destination, but her curiosity go the best of her and she came near
and tried to listen to what was going on.


“Oh....” a girl was moaning.


“Oh!” the boy groaned.


It was then that Hermione’s heart stopped. She knew that voice. It was Harry. Her Harry.
With tears falling from her eyes, Hermione managed to walk a little closer (without being seeing)
and saw who the girl was.


Hermione recognized the girl. She had already been seen near their table earlier in the night. She
was a very beautiful woman; tall with a beautiful black hair and a gorgeous body. Hermione noticed
that the woman was older than Harry (she seemed to be about Tonks’ age) but Harry didn’t seem to
care.


The couple was against a wall and both were fully clothed but Hermione could clearly see that the
woman’s shirt was open and Harry...


The woman had her legs wrapped around Harry’s waist, her skirt wrapped around her own waist –

They were having sex.


Hermione didn’t know how longed she stayed there. She couldn’t move. It was then that she felt a
hand on her shoulder and she turned around and saw Tonks. The young Auror looked at her with
sadness.


“Let’s go, Hermione.”


Hermione only nodded and followed Tonks into the loo.


“I want to go home, Tonks,” Hermione said. She wasn’t crying anymore. Her sadness was beyond
tears.


“Alright, I’ll go with you.”


“No, Tonks. You’re having fun, I’ll just go alone.”


“I insist. Remus will stay with Ron and…. Well, he’ll just stay. I’ll say you had a headache from
the loud music.”


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Harry’s P.O.V.


Harry wasn’t feeling at all happy that night. The truth was that he didn’t want to go to the dance
club but everybody was so excited that he didn’t want to kill the mood. He noticed that even
Hermione was happy to be there. She was talking and laughing, something he knew she wasn’t doing
for a good time.


He tried not to look at her but it was impossible. She was so beautiful and he couldn’t deny he was
a little jealous about the good time she was having with Ron. It was just so strange. They had been
friends for seven years and for the first time ever, he didn’t know how to act around her. The club
was suffocating him. So, with the excuse that he wanted to go to the loo, he left the table for a
walk.


He was near the loo already when a beautiful woman approached him from behind and began a
conversation with him.


“Hi,” she said, “I saw you near the bar. Are you waiting for your girlfriend?”


“Oh, no. I’m here with friends.”


She came closer to him and whispered in his ear, “Good to know.”


Harry gulped. The woman was gorgeous and well…he was a man for Merlin’s sake, what was he supposed
to think?


“Wh-wh-what’s your name?” he managed to ask.


“Claire. And you’re Harry.”


Harry didn’t have to ask how she knew his name. Everybody knew his name.


She began to stroke his hair and said, “So, Harry, why don’t we go some place a little more
private?”


Before he knew what was happening, he was snogging the woman in a dark corner of the club.


“You know, Harry. I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispered seductively into his ear.


Harry looked at her in surprise. She simply nodded with her head, smiled at him and he opened her
shirt.


*Merlin! I can’t believe I’m doing this! I can’t deny she’s really hot and…and…wow! She’s
unblocking my belt!*


“Shhh….” she said, “I’m taking the contraceptive potion; if you want me to, I can cast a charm
too.”


“Yeah…yeah…sure.”


When she pulled her skirt up to reveal that she indeed wasn’t wearing any underwear, Harry never
thought that he would actually enjoy himself with the stranger, but it was a way to forget
Hermione. How wrong he was! The entire time he only thought about his brown-eyed, bushy haired best
friend.

They weren’t at it very long and when they finished, Claire spoke, “You have potential, Mr.
Potter. But let me tell you something. It’s not polite to shag a woman with another person on your
mind.”


Harry was surprised at her statement and ashamed of himself.


“I’m sorry.”


“Don’t be. I’m a grown woman and you’re just a boy. This Hermione must be a very special
person.”


“Yes, she is,” he said with a dreamy look, “But how…?”


“How I know her name? You just called me by her name.”


□□□□□□□□□


When Harry returned to the table, he was told that Hermione had left because of a headache. He was
concerned about her but also relieved. He didn’t want to look at her after what he had done. Of
course, she didn’t know a thing about it, but he felt bad for doing it. He felt as if he had
betrayed her.


He didn’t want to feel like that anymore. He loved her! Why was he so afraid to tell her? Of course
there was Ron. And Ginny. And it was because of Voldemort… that he had said those terrible things
to her. But why he would let the Dark Lord control his life even more? He loved Hermione and could
only love her.


So Harry made a decision. The following day, he would tell her the truth. He would tell her how
much he loved her.


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*Next Day* *Grimmauld Place*



When Harry went to the kitchen for breakfast, he was feeling better than he had in months.


*Today I’ll tell her that I love her!*


At the table were Tonks, Remus and Ron. They were eating in silence. Even Ron seemed a little
upset.


“Hey, good morning,” Harry said.


“Morning, Harry,” Ron mumbled.


“Where’s Hermione?”


Tonks stood up but before she left, she looked at Harry (the boy thought he had seen anger in her
eyes) and said, “She’s gone, Potter. Gone! Happy, now?”

*****

AN: Okay, okay…I know…I really hate Harry in this chapter but I also feel sorry for him.

It wasn’t easy to write it-because I didn’t want anything graphic, but I did need that to
happen.

Well, please let me know what you think.

Kisses

Sweet Lemmon



17. Hermione doesn’t live here anymore.
---------------------------------------

**SOUL PIECES**





Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.



AN: I´m really sorry about the delay...I was on vacation so... well, here it is chapter 17. I
hope you like it. Tell me what you think.



**Chapter 17: Hermione doesn’t live here anymore.**



When Tonks and Hermione arrived at Grimmauld Place, the young Auror began to talk, “Hermione…Are
you okay?”



Hermione seemed to be deep in thought. “I don’t want to live here anymore, Tonks.”



Tonks looked at her in surprise. “What?”



“You heard me. I can’t live here anymore. Not after…well, you know. I just need to find some
place else.”



“You can spend tonight at my parent’s house if you want. I’m sure it won’t be a problem and
tomorrow, well, tomorrow we will see…”



“Thanks, Tonks.”



“Hermione, what about the baby?”



“I don’t know, Tonks. I feel so empty right now. The truth is this baby is the only thing that
makes me feel alive. I know it’s strange. After all, this baby is my sentence to-, you know. I
think he or she deserves to live more than me.”



Tonks hugged her tightly after her statement. “No, Hermione. I know this is a very difficult
situation but…you can’t! I don’t like the idea of aborting a baby but this is different. And you
will be able to have another child.”



“Yes, but not a Harry’s child.”



“Hermione! He was having sex with a stranger!”



“I know, Tonks. I will never forget what I saw. But the truth is he never promised me anything.
I’m suffering more than you can imagine but that didn’t make me stop loving him any less.”



Tonks knew that was the end of the conversation and she hated that she couldn’t do a thing to
persuade Hermione otherwise.



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With Winky’s help, Hermione and Tonks gathered all of Hermione’s belongings (Crookshanks
included) and went to Tonks’ parent’s house.



Andromeda and Ted Tonks didn’t refuse their daughter’s plea; they were happy to help
Hermione.



Tonks would tell the boys (and of course, Remus would know the truth) that Hermione had a family
emergency and needed to be away for a while.



⌂⌂⌂



Hermione stayed at Tonks’ childhood home for almost a week. She wasn’t really happy, but she
couldn’t deny that Ted and Andromeda were trying everything to make her feel comfortable. They even
took her to do some Christmas shopping. It was after they returned from their trip that Professor
McGonagall arrived at the house and told Hermione that she would be leaving the Tonks residence.
She would be living at Hogwarts for the remainder of her pregnancy.



Hermione thought that was a bit strange but the Headmistress explained that the fact that the
pregnancy wouldn’t be able to be hidden much longer, Hermione would be safer in Hogwarts.



Of course, no one except the Headmistress, Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Madame Pomfrey and Dobby would
know she was there.



Hermione’s new room was located in the third floor and was even equipped with what looked like a
small common room. It was beautiful, but very lonely without Harry and Ron.



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*Grimmauld Place.*

*First week of February*



It had been almost two months since Hermione’s departure and Harry missed her deeply. When Tonks
had said that Hermione was gone, the first thing that came into his mind was that a terrible
accident had occurred, but then he was told about that it was due to a family emergency.



When Christmas came, Harry knew that she would be spending the holiday with her family. Harry
and Ron spent the day at the Burrow while Remus and Tonks went to the Tonks residence. Truth be
told, Harry wasn’t feeling very happy about that. After all, it would be the first time he would
have met Mr. And Mrs. Weasley after the day he and Hermione had been caught in such a compromising
position. Besides, he knewGinny would be there to make the situation more uncomfortable.

The Weasley’s didn’t say a thing to him about that day but Harry noticed that his relationship
with Ron’s parents would never be the same. Ginny tried to talk to him but he managed to escape
from her like she was the plague.



His holiday was going well, but what finally made him really upset (and sad) when they had
opened their Christmas gifts. Harry was anxious to know what Hermione had gotten for him because he
had given her the new and illustrated edition of ‘Hogwarts, a History.’ Tonks said she would give
it to her the next time she visited the Grangers.



First, he sat observing what she had bought for the others. Mr. Weasley received a cellular
battery and a muggle pen. The man’s eyes shined.



Mrs. Weasley received a book with recipes for some of the most popular muggle meals. Ginny
received a beautiful golden scarf while the twins got two books: one about potions and the other
about charms. After sharing a disbelieving look between each other, the twins yelled out in
shock.



“Bloody Hell!” Fred yelled when he saw the books.



“Bloody Hell indeed, dear brother!” said George.



“What? What’s so amazing about these books?” asked Ron.



“Little Ron, these books-” started Fred.



“…. Are forbidden books” finished George.



“But, why?” Ron asked again.



“These books have potions and charms for tricks, hexes and other little things that wizards
don’t want to share in the regular textbooks,” answered George.



When the commotion about the twins’ books quieted down, it was the time for Ron to open his
gift. To his great surprise, Hermione had given him a illustrated book about the Chudley Cannons’
keepers over the centuries.

After Ron, it was Harry’s turn to open his presents. He had been feeling nervous doing it in
front of everyone. She had given good and meaningful presents to everyone else and he had began to
open his present with trembling hands until he saw what was inside. She had given him a Chocolate
frog cards box. A Chocolate frog cards box and only that. He wanted to scream and cry, not because
of the fact that he hadn’t received an expensive gift, but because of how cold the gift was.



Harry was staring at the empty chocolate frog cards box and he suddenly felt the need to know
exactly where she was. She hadn’t sent him a single letter in the time she had been gone, but she
had kept in contact with Ron. Of course, the redhead had showed him the letters. For the most part,
they had been about Rowena Ravenclaw and the horcruxes. Hermione said that maybe what the hat had
said about talking to the lady could be for them to research about the women of Ravenclaw’s
time.



“Ron…” Harry started.



“Yes, Harry?”



“Don’t you think Hermione should be back by now?”



Ron shook his head and gave a sad laugh.



“She won’t be back, Harry.”



“What?” he almost yelled. “What do you mean she won’t be back? Why?”



“I think you already know the answer to that.”



“What?” Harry asked incredulously.



“She left because of you.”



“Sorry, Ron but I don’t understand.”



Ron closed his eyes. The moment of truth had come. “Before everything, tell me, did you do
something at that dance club?”



“No! No…Oh!” Harry answered.



*But nobody saw a thing!*



“What did you do, Harry?”



A little ashamed, Harry told Ron about Claire. His best friend listened with rapt attention and
then spoke. “She saw.”



“What?” Harry was in panic. *No! Hermione couldn’t have seen that! Oh, no!* “But, if she
saw, what does this had to do with the fact she left?”



Ron lifted his arms in exasperation.



“Are you an idiot, Harry? She loves you! And I thought you loved her, but after that…”



Harry was speechless. “What are you talking about, Ron?”



“For Merlin’s sakes, Harry! I’m not stupid, you know! Don’t you think I never noticed every time
you went to her room? Every glance, every look?”



First, Harry had thought about denying everything but what was the point? No more lies were
needed.



“How long did you know?”



Ron took a deep breath. “After the wedding I began to suspect. I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t believe
it. I can be a light head sometimes but I’m not stupid. I’ve always been a good chess player and
you know what made a good chess player?”



“Observation,” Harry whispered.



“Yeah,” Ron continued. “Observation. Your eyes…the way you looked at each other, the hidden
smiles. I thought I was out of my mind….that maybe it was just my imagination. You know, the famous
Weasley jealousy. But then, at her birthday party I was certain. You liked her. I saw the sadness
in your eyes when Wood gave her that little kiss. And as strange that this might seem, I didn’t
feel bad or betrayed. Of course, it hurt me a little. It’s not easy to find out that your best
friend likes the girl of your dreams. But I think I always knew it. It was like it was supposed to
be. I don't know.

And then my mom asked me to spend that week with her. I thought a lot about the whole situation.
I even talked to Bill. I had never talked to anyone like I talked to Bill those days. For the first
time in my life, he spoke to me like as was an adult. He talked about the difference between like
and love and most importantly, he made me understand the importance of our friendship, Harry. Of
course I thought about confronting you, but then I had a better idea.”



“The kiss,” Harry said almost for himself.



Ron gave a little laugh and continued. “Yeah, the kiss. That’s why I kissed her. I knew you
would appear at the doorway. I wanted to know your reaction and you scared me, Harry. I thought you
would be upset or something but I never thought you would try to kill me!”



“I didn’t try to kill you, Ron!”



“Come on, Harry! If Lupin hadn’t shown up I think you could have broken my bones.”



“But you spoke with her,” said Harry.



“Yes, I mean, I had to apologize. We talked a lot and she said she didn’t love me. Of course
that wasn’t easy to hear that but somehow I was glad that she was being honest. If that had
happened a year ago, I probably would have gone on a rampage but now things are different. I’m
different. As I said before, I was hurt like hell, but I realized that there are so many more
important things…you know, I was about to talk to both of you to tell you that I already knew but
then you broke up…”



“How did you know?” Harry couldn’t believe it.



“Merlin, Harry! Even Phineus Nigellus knew! You both looked like two zombies!”



“It was my fault, Ron. I said terrible things to her. Terrible lies,” and Harry told Ron about
his conversation with Hermione.



“Bloody hell, Harry! Even if it was true that everything was only sex you should have never said
that to her! And now she saw you with that woman! How do you think Hermione’s feeling right
now?”



Harry felt so ashamed, and dirty. “But what can I do?”



“You could talk to Remus. I’m sure Tonks knows where Hermione is.”



Suddenly, Harry had an idea. “Why didn’t I think about this before! Kent! I need to go to
Kent!”



“Kent? What the hell are you talking about?”



“It’s where her parents live, Ron! She’s with her parents, right?”



Ron shook his head. “No, she isn’t with them.”



“How do you know? Do you know where she is?”



“No, Harry, I don’t know where she is but I do know that she isn’t with her parents.”



Harry raised an eyebrow.



“Harry,” Ron explained, “Didn’t you ever notice that Hermione didn’t receive a single birthday
present from her parents? Didn’t you notice that she didn’t receive or send a single letter to
them?”



Harry didn’t say a thing.



“Well,” Ron continued, “it’s because she doesn’t speak to them anymore, Harry.”



“But why?”



“After you visited her, she told her parents that she would not be returning to Hogwarts. In
fact, they were happy about that but then she told them she would be involved in a mission with us.
They didn’t like that very much. They wanted her to attend a Muggle school to finish her studies
because they didn’t want her to be a part of any mission. Of course they had a huge argument and
you can guess what happened. Her relationship with them was broken. Her mother managed to give her
some money and opened a an account under Hermione’s name at Gringotts. Why do you think she didn’t
buy a single book the entire time we were here?”



“She doesn’t have money. But how do you know that? Why didn’t she tell me?”



“She was afraid that if you knew you would want her to go back to her parent’s house. Or worse,
she didn’t want you to feel guilty about her decision.”



*Well, Ron I feel guilty about many things…*







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*Thanks mabel for the beta!!!*



18. She is a Ravenclaw, after all...
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**Soul Pieces**


Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

AN: Thanks to Acoustics1220 for her help!

**Chapter 18: She is a Ravenclaw, after all**

Luna Lovegood was patrolling Hogwarts’ halls that night. Yep. Luna Lovegood the *strange*
Ravenclaw, sixth year prefect.

It was kind of funny actually. She had received the *job* after the ‘original’ prefect –
did not return to Hogwarts (like many other students).

Of course she was still the outsider, the weird girl, but that badge made people stop to fuss
and laugh at her. And even if she didn’t admit it to anyone else, she liked the attention.

So, she was there, alone (her partner was sick), patrolling the school halls when she saw a cat.
A cat. A big, fat, orange cat.

That wasn’t an ordinary cat- no! Yes, she knew this cat was Crookshanks, Hermione’s cat.

“Crookshanks? What are you doing here?”


The cat stopped and looked at her as he was thinking about something.


A few moments later…


*MEOW*

“Normal” people wouldn’t have paid attention to Crookshanks, but Luna sensed that something was
wrong. Something was out of place.

*MEOW*


Then Crookshanks turned and ran.

Luna Lovegood followed Crookshanks without a second thought. She could feel that something was
up.

Less than five minutes later, she found herself on the third floor, in front a painting of a
middle age woman.


Crookshanks looked at the painting and-


*MEOW*


“Oh, little cat. I see you brought someone. Something happened with the miss?” asked the woman
while opening the door.

Luna cautiously stepped inside the room. She noticed that the place looked like a mini common
room but she didn’t have time to pay much attention to the room as something else caught her
eye.

Someone was on the floor.

“Oh my! Hermione!”

The blonde girl ran to Hermione and kneeled beside her, checking her pulse.

*Thank Merlin!* You’re alive-wait! You’re pregnant?! *That’s* why you’re here.
*Alone.* *Oh, Girl, what happened?*

*MEOW*

“Yes Crookshanks, thank you for finding me. I will call Madam Pomfrey. Could you stay here?”

*MEOW*

“All right. I’ll be right back!” And with that, Luna Lovegood ran out heading for the Hospital
Wing.

***

After Madam Pomfrey came to see Hermione, she told Luna about Hermione’s *problem* and the
blonde girl swore she wouldn’t tell a single soul.

First, Hermione didn’t like the idea of Luna Lovegood knowing about her pregnancy but with time
things began to change.

Hermione never thought anything like this would happen, especially declaring that “Luna Lovegood
is my friend,” but she found out that though Luna was quite *odd*, she was a great
companion.

Okay, she was strange and had *peculiar* ideas but she was also very intelligent and didn’t
go crazy like Parvati and Lavender with *girl talk* which Hermione so hated.

Luna and Hermione talked every day and once a week they had permission to visit Hogsmeade.


And when someone (meaning: Ginny and Neville) asked Luna about her absences she always said she
was training with Madam Pomfrey. Sometimes she felt bad about that. Especially when she had to lie
to Ginny. She liked the redhead girl but couldn’t stop thinking that Ginny and Harry didn’t belong
together. Ginny didn’t love Harry, she loved THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED and that was the problem.

With time Hermione finally told Luna about the baby’s father and everything that had happened.
The Ravenclaw girl wasn’t very surprised. In fact, she had already suspected that Harry was the
father. After all, why would Hermione be at Hogwarts?

But she couldn’t deny that she was surprised when Hermione told her about the night at the Night
Club.


Meanwhile, Hermione was trying to find out any clue or logic in the Hat’s words. Yes, even she
if wasn’t with Harry-or Ron anymore; it was her duty to help them.


And she was very angry and frustrated.

“Ask the Lady! Ask the Lady! What the hell is *that* supposed to *mean*?! ” she cried,
not noticing Luna slip in.

“Whoa, Hermione!? Have Snorkacks invaded your room??” Luna asked with her habitual airy
voice.

Hermione jumped in surprise.


“Luna!”

“Hermione, I know that there are some things, specifically some secrets that only you, Harry,
and Ron are privy to but I have noticed that you’re reading a lot about the Founders and-well, I
won’t ask-”

“Yes, Luna, you’re right. There’re some things that I can’t tell you or anyone else and…”
Hermione really didn’t know how to continue.


“You were talking about a Lady, right?”


“Yeah…”


“Well, I don’t know if you remember but there is a Lady in the castle. A Ravenclaw Lady.”


Hermione gave her a puzzled look.


Luna laughed.


“Hermione, do you know who Ravenclaw’s ghost is?”

“Yes, it’s-,” Hermione stopped; eyes wide. “Oh my God! Lady Grey! The Ravenclaw ghost! Of
course! How could I have forgotten such an obvious detail?!

”


“Sometimes the answer is right in front of us.”


*Great! The Lady is the Ravenclaw’s ghost! I need to tell Ha…no, Ron! I need to tell Ron! But
I can’t write this in a letter! It’s too dangerous…Oh, Merlin! And I can’t talk to the Lady alone
because if I do this, they (well, Harry…) will discover where I am.*


Luna was watching Hermione in amazement. She knew what the girl was thinking. *She needs to
tell the boys but doesn’t know how.*


Luna thought about what Madam Pomfrey had told her about Hermione’s pregnancy and she had done
some research. Yes, she knew the truth- the real truth about Hermione’s pregnancy. The truth that
only her, Hermione, Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall knew: Hermione was dying.


She shook her head and came back to reality. And then she spoke without her usual airy voice or
dreamy gaze. No, she spoke in a grave and serious tone, “It’s time, Hermione.”


Hermione looked at her. She knew what Luna was talking about. Unconsciously she caressed her six
month belly.


“I know, Luna…I know…”


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*Grimmauld Place*


*09:30 pm*


Ronald Weasley was in his bedroom, reading about the Cannons when Remus entered the room.


“Sorry that I didn’t knock but this is very important.”

“Did something happen? My parents? Hermione? I know you know where she is…”

“No, nothing happened but Minerva, er, Professor McGonagall asked to talk with you. Today. At
Hogwarts.”

Ron raised an eyebrow.


“Me? I am Ronald Weasley remember? I think Harry is downstairs…”

“No! It’s you! She needs you to go to Hogwarts, alone, here is a portkey-,” Remus showed a
quill. “I will tell Harry that you have a stomach ache. Now, take this and go!”

Feeling apprehensive, Ron took…the quill and moments later he wasn’t in his bedroom anymore. In
fact, he didn’t know where he was.


***


“Good Evening, Mister Weasley,” he heard Professor McGonagall speaking. “I hope you had a good
trip.”


“Bloody fantastic,” he muttered, “Well, Professor, Remus told me you wanted to speak with
me?”


“No, Mister Weasley. Indeed there is someone who wants to talk with you but this person isn’t
me.”


“So…well…who?” he asked looking around the room. *I’ve never been here before. This place
looks like a common room*.


“Me, Ron,” said a voice behind him. “*I* want to talk with you.”


It wasn’t possible! Ron knew that voice very well. He turned around.


“Herm…Bloody Hell!” he yelled when he saw her belly.


“Mister Weasley!” reprimanded Professor McGonagall.


“Sorry, Professor.”


Hermione was there, looking at him, teary eyed; by her side was Luna Lovegood.


“Hallo, Ronald,” the blonde girl said.


“Er…hi, Luna.”


*Please...this is a dream...a very odd dream...I am here...in a strange room. Hermione is
pregnant and she is with Luna Lovegood!*

“Well,” Professor McGonagall said. “Miss Lovegood and I are leaving. We will be in my office.
Please, go there after you’ve talked. Oh, if you need anything just call Dobby. Well, Hermione
already knew this (Ron was surprised when the Headmistress called Hermione by her first name). Oh,
the password is *Vera Verto.* Until then. Mister Weasley.”

Ron didn’t say anything. He only nodded.


After some minutes of silence, Hermione finally spoke, “Ron…I am so sorry.” She was crying.

Ron walked towards her and hugged her tightly.

“Bloody Hell! What happened, Hermione?!”


“I’m pregnant, Ron! That’s what happened!”


Ron ears went blood red. “I know. But this isn’t what I am talking about. I mean, why didn’t you
tell anyone? I missed you so much and Harry…”

Hearing Harry’s name made Hermione attempt to turn away from Ron.

Ron stopped her and gently cupped her chin, saying, “Hermione, I already knew about you and
Harry. No, don’t look so surprised. Deep inside you knew that I knew. I don’t want to talk about
this anymore. I already spoke with Harry. And I told him that yes, I was hurt, but there were more
important things to worry about”

“Oh, Ron!” Hermione exclaimed kissing him on the cheeks, “You are a great friend you know? You
are such a great friend!”

“Now, Hermione tell me about this baby. Why are you here?”

And Hermione told him everything. She only avoided revealing the risks of her pregnancy.

When she finished, Ron couldn’t help but chuckle.


“Ron!”

“Sorry, Hermione, but despite everything it’s funny to see you and Luna Lovegood as good
friends!”

Hermione smiled.

“Yeah, you’re right. She’s a really good friend. More than I could ever imagine.”

“I know, sorry. But you haven’t mentioned Harry-”

“What about him?”


“For Merlin’s Sake, Hermione! He is the father of your baby!”

“I know…it’s just…oh! It hurts so much when I think about him!” She sobbed softly, “It’s so
bloody difficult!”

“Hermione, I know that he said and did terrible things. I know that you are hurt but I also know
that he loves you.”


“No, he doesn’t,” she whispered in a small voice, closing briefly her eyes. *Oh god, that hurt
so much!* She had already accepted the fact that Harry didn’t love her but her heart-*oh, how
that hurt!*


“Yes, he does. He told me. He misses you so much! He knows he made a mistake and he would give
all his gold to be with you again. Please, Hermione…”


“I don’t know Ron. If he really loved me he wouldn’t have said what he said! He wouldn’t have
shagged another woman!” she cried helpless. She didn’t want to talk about that anymore. She just
wanted to forget.

Ron didn’t say anything. He knew it wasn’t the right time. Perhaps, with time, Hermione could
forgive Harry.

“Oh, I found out who the Lady is!” Hermione said changing the subject.


“Really? Great!”


“Well, it wasn’t really me, it was Luna but …well…the Lady is Lady Grey! The Ravenclaw
ghost!”


“Blimey! It’s so obvious! I can’t believe that we didn’t think about that early!”

“Me neither, Ron; Now, you need to tell Harry about this. However, you have to say that YOU were
the one who figured it out the whole thing with the Lady. I don’t know; tell him that it just came
to your mind. He can’t know about Luna.”

“He will discover you. Okay.”


“Then you two can talk with Lady Grey.”

“But what if she speaks in riddles or something? We need you, Hermione!”

“I will help you! After you talk with the Lady you can come here and…” however Hermione never
finished what she was saying. After feeling a searing pain in her body, she collapsed.

“Hermione! Oh Merlin! What happened?” Ron cried while he tried to wake up Hermione, “Oh, what am
I going to do? Right! DOBBY!”

Seconds later the little house-elf was there with his big eyes and long ears.

“Mister Whezzy! How Dobby can…” Dobby’s eyes Bulged hideously, he had just noticed Hermione,
“Oh, Misses Ermione!”

“Dobby, Hermione fainted. Please call Madam Pomfrey.”


Dobby nodded and disappeared.


Less than five minutes later, Madame Pomfrey appeared. Luna and Professor McGonagall were with
her.


“Oh my! What happened, Mister Weasley?”


“I don’t know. I think she felt some kind of pain and fainted. Is she okay?”


The nurse didn’t answer and Ron didn’t miss it.


“Please, Mister Weasley, could you help me with her? She needs to be in her bed.”


“Oh, right!” he said, taking Hermione to her bed. (The bed was in a separate room)


“Thank you, Mister Weasley. Now, I need you to leave.”


“But…”


“No, Mister Weasley,” said Professor McGonagall, “Hermione wouldn’t feel comfortable if she find
out that you’re here. Please go with Miss Lovegood to my office. I will talk with you later. And
before you ask, Hermione will need some sleep so I will tell her that you said good-bye. Now,
go!”


***


Luna knew that wasn’t her place to tell Ron the truth about Hermione’s pregnancy but she felt
that he needed to know. He had the right to say good-bye…


So, she told him.


When Professor McGonagall entered the office she saw a very angry Ronald Weasley.


“No! This can’t be truth! You’re lying, Luna Lovegood! You’re lying…”


“What’s the reason for all this commotion?”


“I told him, Professor. I told him the truth about Hermione,” answered Luna.


“Oh.”

“Tell me it isn’t true, Professor…Please…” Ron pleaded, tears staining his cheeks.

“I am afraid that’s true. I am really sorry.”


“No! She can’t die! She's only eighteen years old! And, what about Harry? No! There must be
a way…” he cried.


“Mister Weasley.”


“No! Lily Potter! Yeah! Lily Potter was a Muggleborn too and I know that James Potter was very
powerful…and Lily Potter didn’t die because of it!”


“Mister Weasley,” Ron heard Dumbledore’s voice.


The redhead wizard turned to Dumbledore’s portrait.


“Professor Dumbledore! Am I right about Lily Potter?”


“Yes, Mister Weasley, you are right. Lily Potter had the same problem that our Miss Granger has.
Of course no one knew about this.”


“So, there’s a way…” *Please, please...say there’s a way...*


Dumbledore closed his eyes and disappeared.


“What?! Where did he go?”


“Mister Weasley, yes there was a way…a way that saved Lily’s life.”


“So?”


“This *way* isn’t available anymore.”


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The time passed as a strange nightmare for Ronald Weasley. He couldn’t believe that Hermione was
dying. He was sick and tired of the game of pretending he had been playing

. He was sick and tired of making jokes like everything was alright and dandy. He was tired of
seeing how Harry had become more and more depressed. He was tired of seeing Lupin’s sorrowful eyes
and the *civil* anger Tonks directed at his best mate. Maybe it was a *female* thing but
the truth was that Tonks didn’t forget Harry.


Oh yes, he had told Harry about the Lady. Yes, he had told him about *his* discovery.


*“Oh, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley!* *What a surprise! It’s very rare that someone
that isn’t in Ravenclaw would want to speak with me…” said the pretty ghost.*


*“Um, well, Miss… Lady* Grey, “Harry *started, a little confused about what he would call
her. “ I spoke with the Shoring Hat about Vold…well, the Dark Lord and the hat said that the Dark
Lord used something from Rowena Ravenclaw…”*


*“Oh, Tom Riddle!* *A nice boy! Yes, a nice boy! But his eyes…I remember when you read
his diary, Harry Potter. I was glad when you destroyed that. An evil soul…”*


*“How…” Ron tried to ask.*


*“You know, I was surprised when Riddle used the instrument of my death for his
purposes.”*


*“I don’t understand. Sorry, but how did you die?”*


*“I died because of my desires.”*


*Harry then remembered…Love and Desire…the Hat wasn’t telling him only about Hermione!*


*“My grandmother was a very powerful and brilliant witch. She was always researching new
spells and new forms of magic. But there was one kind of knowledge that she couldn’t research, some
kind of knowledge that all her studies couldn’t answer.* Desire- the heart’s Desire.*”*


*“Your grandmother was…”*

“Yes, Rowena Ravenclaw was my grandmother, and I died because of her. Because of what she had
created. She wanted so much to know about the secrets of the soul that she created…”

*“The mirror of Erised!”*


*“Yes, Harry Potter. Rowena Ravenclaw created the Mirror of Erised.”*


*“But why did you die?” asked Ron.*


*“First I saw my family. You know, my parents had died when I was little. Then I saw that I
was more intelligent than my gran; then I saw myself with a boy that I liked…I wasn’t living
anymore. I spent days, weeks, and months in front the mirror until…”*


*“Until you died.”*


*“Yes. Now, I must go! Just remember, to destroy the evil inside the mirror you only need to
do a simple thing. Then, the mirror will ‘expel’ the evil.”*


*And she drifted away.*

Harry and Ron were relieved that they found out that the mirror of Erised was the Horcrux and
then they had a new problem: How would they destroy it?

When Ron had a chance, he went to Hogwarts and told Hermione about what the Lady had said. To
his surprise, Hermione smiled and said,


“It’s obvious, Ron! She said that to destroy the evil we would only need a simple thing, right?
Well, a simple thing…a simple spell!”


“But Hermione, there’re zillions of ‘simple spells’!”


Hermione turned to him, exclaiming, “Ron, she said what spell we will need to cast.”


Ron looked at Hermione confused by her glee. “Huh?”


“The mirror will *expel* the evil! *Expel,*” she stressed the last word.


“Huh? Oh! Expelliarmus! *Expel-* Expelliarmus!” Of course, *now* it made sense!
“You’re a genius, Hermione!” he cried hugging her.


***


The next day, Ron and Harry were at Hogwarts. First, the Headmistress didn’t want to tell the
boys where the mirror was but after talking with Dumbledore she agreed.

Harry couldn’t believe how easy it was to destroy the Horcrux. First he had tried the spell, but
nothing had happened, and then Ron tried, and after aiming and firing the spell a dark shadow
escaped from the mirror.

Instinctively, the red head wizard had cast another *Expelliarmu*s against the shadow,
making that disappear.


The boys didn’t know why only Ron could destroy the Horcrux and why he didn’t suffer any damage.
*I will ask Hermione*, thought Ron.


***


A month later, Ron was at Hogwarts. To be more specific, he was in the Headmistress’ office.
Well, during the month that had passed he had gone to Hogwarts at least once a week to visit
Hermione. But this time was different. He wasn’t alone. There were other people in the room as
well: Harry, Lupin, Tonks, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid and Shacklebolt.


“Well, Harry, Ronald, I called you two here because I want to…” However McGonagall stooped
talking when a silver Winged Horse appeared.


It was a patronus. A patronus with a message: someone needed help in Hogsmeade.


“Blimey, wha’ s’ ‘appen’ in ‘ogsmeade?’” exclaimed Hagrid.

“This message is for the Order but I don’t know anyone who has…” Tonks said when Shacklebolt
interrupted her.

“This is Miss Lovegood’s Patronus…”


“Oh no!” Professor McGonagall and Ron cried at same time.

“What? Can someone explain what’s going on?!” cried a very lost Harry.

Ignoring him, McGonagall turned to Remus and Tonks, “She is in Hogsmeade with our
*guest.”*


“Oh Merlin!” Tonks said. “*Accio* brooms!”

Several brooms flew in through the doorway.

“Well done, Nymphadora. Flying is the better way. Rubeus, please send a message to Moody and the
others. Ron, Harry, you two stay here.”


To say Harry was shocked was an understatement. Ron of all people protested loudly to the stoic
Headmistress.


“No, we are going! I *know* why Luna is in Hogsmeade and I will never forgive myself if…and
even if you forbid us to use these brooms you know very well that Harry and I can go to Hogsmeade
another way.*”*


McGonagall didn’t have time to argue with Ronald Weasley so she just nodded

When Harry arrived in Hogsmeade he was startled by the uncharacteristic silence ...yes,
Hogsmeade was too quiet. It was deadly silent. And he knew why: The Dark Mark was floating above
the main street.

He wanted to know what had happened. Where was Luna?

And then a sense of déjà vu came over him.

He had seen Hermione on the ground, unmoving. Luna knelt by her side, crying silently.

Ginny came running from around a building, seeing Harry her eyes widened and she ran to him,
blood staining her clothes and hands.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I am so sorry.”


“Noooooo!”

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A/N: What do you think?

Why only Ron could destroy the Horcrux? Why Professor Minerva called them? Why Ginny was in
Hogsmeade…? Why Lily Potter could be “cured” but Hermione doesn’t?



19. Blood and tears
-------------------

**SOUL PIECES**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

AN: I’m really...really...sorry about the delay but I couldn’t post this chapter without
editing.

Thanks to Acoustics1220 for the beta and all her help in this chapter!

**Chapter 19: Blood and Tears**

Ginevra Weasley knew that something was going on.

Her life in Hogwarts wasn’t so pleasurable anymore. She missed Ron (please, don’t tell anyone!),
Hermione and…and Harry. *Oh, Harry! Why Dumbledore have to die?*

*Ginevra Potter*

*Ginny Potter…*

*Doesn’t it sound beautiful?*

Bloody Hero complex! But I will be with him again. I know he loves me. Like at Christmas, he was
so shy around me! I could see the sadness in his eyes. Yes, he wants to be with me again.

That year Ginny began hanging out with Luna Lovegood more and more. She liked the blonde girl.
However, Ginny began to notice that something was happening... Something wasn’t right with the
Ravenclaw.

Okay, Luna was a prefect and had many duties and other things to attend to, but that wasn’t the
problem.

Luna didn’t have that usual dreamy look anymore-her eyes were full of sadness, and she always
seemed to disappear every night and even a few afternoons. Ginny knew these ‘disappearances’ had
nothing to do with ‘Madam Pomfrey’s training.’

It was April when Ginny overheard a conversation between Luna and the Headmistress. They were
talking about Hogsmeade.

*Wait! Today isn’t a “Hogsmeade day”. Ah, Luna Lovegood, I will find out your little
secret!*

So, Ginny decided to follow Luna. Yes, she was going to Hogsmeade! (She would use Tunnel from
Hogwarts that came out in Honeydukes backroom).

When Ginny arrived in Hogsmeade, there weren’t too many people on the streets or inside the
shops.

The redhead girl walked around, trying to find where Luna was.

Then she saw her.

Luna was leaving Hogshead (*What the hell she was doing THERE?*) with another person whom
Ginny couldn’t see.

Who was that person? Ginny knew that the mysterious person was a girl because she was
pregnant.

“Luna! What are you doing here?” Ginny asked.

Luna closed her eyes. *Oh, Merlin.*

“Gi-Gi-Ginny?”

However, Ginny didn’t answer. She had discovered who the mysterious girl was. It was
Hermione!

“Hermione?” Ginny asked uncertainly, gazing incredulously at the bushy haired witch.

“Ginny,” Hermione said quietly, almost in shock.

Ginny came near Hermione and then hugged her.

“My god, Hermione! How did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, looking at
Hermione’s belly. “And you miss Lovegood! Training with Madam Pomfrey, huh?”

Luna gave her a small and nervous smile.

“Now, tell me, how did this happen?” she demanded curiously. “Oh, boy, mum will kill Ron!”

“Ro-Ron?” asked Hermione, eyes wide.

“Yes- Ron- my brother!” Ginny replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Mum
won’t be happy when she finds out he got you pregnant!”

Hermione and Luna exchanged nervous glances.

“Er,” Hermione didn’t know what to say.

“Bah! I want to know-,” Ginny was saying when she stopped and realized that something was wrong.
“Something is wrong here.” Ginny looked confusedly between Luna and Hermione.

“Ginny, here isn’t the best place-,” Luna began but was cut off by the Weasley girl.

“Luna, no. Hermione?”

Hermione took a long and slow breath.

“Ginny, I don’t know how to say this. I am really sorry. I will understand if you-” Hermione
began in a trembling voice, not looking the redhead in the eyes.

“Wait a minute! What are you talking about?”

“Gin, Ron isn’t the-”

Ginny held up a hand making Hermione stop.

“Sorry, but I am a little confused here. Are you going to say that Ron isn’t the father of your
child? But, if he isn’t …”

Hermione looked at the girl in silence, her eyes tearing.

“No,” Ginny said in disbelief, shaking her head. “No.”

“I am sorry,” Hermione was crying. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. Things got out of control
and-”

“- and you had sex with Harry!” Ginny cried, “I thought you were my friend! I can’t believe you!
You really are a filthy Mudblood! A slut! It was a plan, wasn’t it? I know your parents kicked you
out and now you are pregnant and can steal Harry’s money!”

Hermione and Luna knew that Ginny wouldn’t take the news very well but *that* ... Hermione
just looked at Ginny, the redhead’s words echoing in her head. She just wanted to go home, to
return to the Castle.

“Ginny, I know you are upset. I understand you but this doesn’t give you the right to say these
words to Hermione,” Luna tried to justify.

“Shut up, Lovegood! You knew! What a frien-” Ginny was shaking, her face reddening in anger.

However, Ginny was interrupted by another female voice.

“Well, well, the rat was right. The Mudblood really *is* pregnant.”

Ginny, Luna, and Hermione were surrounded by Death Eaters.

*LUNA’S POV*

If someone asked Luna what had happened that day she wouldn’t know what to say.

Everything was so fast and terribly bizarre. She could hear words like *Expelliarmus*,
*Stupefy* and *Impedimenta* while she was trying to fight one of the Death Eaters.

People were screaming and running in despair.

Ginny was fighting another Death Eater.

And Hermione...

“*Crucio*!” Luna heard the woman shout and then Hermione began to scream in pain.

Luna didn’t know how much time had passed. She wanted to help Hermione but she was barely
managing to keep herself alive.

But then, the *Crucio* was replaced by another curse. Luna didn’t hear the spell but she
saw that Hermione was twirling in the air.

It was so shocking that Luna forgot about her own fight and paid for it: the Death Eater managed
to disarm her.

The blonde girl knew this was the end. She didn’t have a chance. She was tired and without her
wand. She was going to die. *God, she was going to die.*

However, to her surprise someone shouted, “Stupefy!” and the Death Eater fell to the ground.

Luna looked at her savior and couldn’t see his face (he was wearing a hood which covered his
entire face).

“Lovegood,” the man said, “do you know how to cast a Patronus?”

“Y-Yes,” Luna answered. She *knew* that voice! She couldn’t put her finger on it

“Well, go on, girl, cast a patronus and send him to McGonagall. She will bring the Order.”

“But why me? Why can’t you-?”

“It’s none of your business! Now do it! I need to help Weasley!”

Even Luna thought that was surreal. But she cast her patronus and sent him to the
Headmistress.

She turned around and saw that Ginny wasn’t fighting anymore. However, *her* Death Eater
wasn’t stupefied. Well, he wasn’t there. She assumed he had Disapparated..

Hermione was still in the air, but at the moment wasn’t crying. Luna didn’t know if she had
fainted or-

*Ginny POV.*

I couldn’t believe what was happening! If it hadn’t been for that mysterious guy I could be
dead. I was tired. Exhausted. I could see that Luna was exhausted too. And Hermione-

-Hermione. I was feeling so much anger but when I heard her crying while that awful woman was
torturing her and I felt tears in my eyes. And then, Hermione was in the air, like the Muggles at
the World Cup. I couldn’t take anymore! I couldn’t let her suffer so much. Yes, she had betrayed me
but I couldn’t let her die. So, I cast the counter curse. I heard Luna cry out, “Ginny, no!”

*Why not?*

But then I realized my mistake- a fatal mistake. Hermione fell to the ground and I watched in
horror as her body began to leak with blood. I sprinted towards her and fell down to the ground
beside her. I took her head in my hands and felt the warm liquid trickle between my fingers.

I didn’t see Luna coming near us or kneeling down in despair.

I barely heard the evil woman laughing,

“Thank you, Weasley! You did my job! You killed the Mudblood.”

I didn’t pay attention to the two *pop’s*. Someone had Apparated or Disapparated.

My mind was empty. I couldn’t think. I had killed a person. I had just killed Hermione.

Then I saw Harry. He seemed lost. He didn’t seem to understand what had happened. He was with
Ron, Lupin, Tonks, Professor McGonagall and Shacklebolt. I got up from the ground and walked
towards him.

First he looked at my face and then- then he saw the blood on my hands.

I just looked at him and said, “I am sorry, Harry. I am sorry.”

“Nooooooo!”

*Harry POV*

Harry ran towards Hermione and knelt beside her, taking her in his arms without caring about the
blood dirtying his clothes. He pressed her limp body against his chest in a desperate, and late,
attempt to protect her. His upper body rocked back and fourth as he murmured incoherent words
against her messy bushy hair.

He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. She was dead. And he was too late.

“Noooo!” he finally cried. “Oh my god, no!”

“Harry,” he heard someone say.

In his own world, he began to caress her pale face with trembling fingers.

*You are so beautiful*.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. I love you, Hermione. Please, don’t do this to me! I was lying when I said it
was only sex. I was stupid! I love you! I always loved you! Oh, please, forgive me! I-”

But then he noticed something about Hermione. Something he didn’t notice before. Hermione- her
body- she was different. Oh Merlin, she was pregnant...

She was pregnant...

Harry began to have difficulty breathing; the air surrounding him seemed to get colder, heavy.
He closed his eyes briefly to open them again and then gazed at her belly.

“Oh, god. You were pregnant. You were carrying my child. Oh, god-” His body began to shake. “Oh
god…I told…I said those lies…I did…oh god! And you had my child inside of you…”

Harry was going mad. It seemed that the world was crashing around him. No, life wouldn’t be so
cruel with him. *What the hell* had he done to deserve this?!

“Hermione… I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do without you. I need you; I
need you by my side. Please. I love you so much, Hermione.” Harry felt something firm and warm set
on his shoulder. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Harry, we’ve to get her body to Hogwarts!” Lupin said as he tried to restrain the young
wizard.

Harry looked up at Lupin, his eyes blank. “No, I won’t leave her.”

“Harry, please,” this time it was Ron was talking. His face was very pale, tears falling from
his eyes.

But Harry didn’t move. He held her even tighter. “I won’t leave her.” He shook his head. “I
won’t.”

Suddenly, from nowhere, a woman appeared near them and said in a calm voice,

“Boy, I am a Healer from St. Mungo’s. My Name is Rebecca Guérisseur. May I look over the
girl?”

Harry looked at the woman, nodded his head and let go off Hermione.

*Oh, please...please...please...*

Not much later, the woman stood up and spoke, “Minerva, the girl is still alive and I think we
can save the baby. I already cast some spells to stop the bleeding but we must be fast.”

*Oh, thank god! She is alive!*

Minerva McGonagall nodded, took a quill and said, “Portus!”

In seconds, the Headmistress, Hermione and the healer had disappeared.

*Hogwarts*

Hospital Wing

When Harry arrived with the others at the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey and the other Healer
weren’t there. Indeed, the only person who was there was the Headmistress. She was sitting in a
chair, looking very tired.

“Where are they? Where is Hermione?” Harry demanded.

“They are in another room. They need to treat Hermione’s injury before-”

“Before, what?” Harry asked.

“Before they start the caesarean.”

“Oh.”

“Professor?”

“Yes, Mister Weasley?”

“Why a caesarean?”

“Because she isn’t awake, Mr. Weasley, and the baby can die if we don't do this.”

“But, Professor, what about-” Ron didn’t need to finish what he was about to say. McGonagall’s
face gave him the answer: No matter what, Hermione was going to die. He simply nodded at the
Headmistress, no trusting his voice.

It was the end. Ron closed his eyes and the image of a little bushy haired girl came to his
mind.

*“Have you seen a toad?” she had asked in a bossy voice. “A boy named Neville lost
his.”*

He smiled sadly at the memory, opening his eyes. He saw his parents entering the Infirmary and
began to wipe his tears with the back of his hand, in a ridiculous attempt to not show that he was
crying.

“*Oh, honestly, Ron!”* Hermione would have said if she had seen him He let out a sob and
looked at his parents: his mum was consoling a hysterical Ginny; his father looked sadly towards
him and was about to walk to him when Ron shook his head lightly. Arthur Weasley stopped and nodded
in understanding.

Ron wanted- needed to be alone.

***

Harry was lost. He felt as if he was in another dimension. He heard the voices, but couldn’t
really focus on them.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion- out of focus.

He saw that the Weasleys, Moody and Hagrid had arrived but didn’t speak to them. He saw Ron
crying in silence. He felt that his redhead friend knew something more about Hermione.

He saw Ginny crying on her mother’s shoulder. Ginny- now she knew about him and Hermione. But he
really didn’t care. To be honest, he couldn’t care about anything else. *Maybe*, he thought,
*he was in some kind of crazy dream. Maybe he was still living in the cupboard under the
stairs.*

Looking back, he could see how much everything had changed. This year was only supposed to be
about war, training, and Horcruxes. He wasn’t supposed to cross the lines of friendship with
Hermione; he wasn’t supposed to sleep with her. Merlin, he wasn’t supposed to fall in love!

Love. Harry felt an urge to groan. Heroes can’t fall in love. His love had lead Hermione into
this situation. *Situation...strange choice of word.*

He then saw Luna and watched her walking slowly towards him. She probably wanted to talk with
him, but he didn’t want her to, but he couldn’t move.

“Harry,” she murmured, “Hermione said that if the baby was a boy she would like to call him
James Ronald: James, after your father and Ronald, after your best friend.”

Harry looked at her in surprised but said, “Thank you, Luna.”

“You’re welcome, Harry,” she said and walked away.

Harry didn’t know how much time had passed when a baby’s cry was heard and Madam Pomfrey,
followed by the Healer, and had reappeared, carrying a very small baby.

His heart instantly went out of control with such a flow of emotions invading him.

Before he could have moved, Madam Pomfrey came to him and gave him the baby.

“You are the father of a beautiful baby boy, Mr. Potter,” she said with a small smile. “Would
you like to hold him?”

“C-Can I?” he asked, a little shyly. “I-I don’t want to hurt him-”

“Just take him carefully and watch his head.”

Shaking, Harry took his son. He was tiny, so small…His hair was definitely a ‘Potter’s hair’, I
mean, it was a total mess! His face was exactly like Harry’s, only the nose was different. He had
Hermione’s nose. Harry couldn’t see the eyes because they were closed.

He couldn’t believe he was a father! To tell the truth, *that* information hadn’t gotten
into his brain yet. Well, not totally anyway He knew he had grown up a lot faster than most people;
he knew that he had to kill the Dark Lord but, Merlin, he was only seventeen! He could be
considered a kid himself.

He was a father...his thoughts Jumbled in his mind.

He was a father. He was terrified. However that also meant that...now...he had…a family.

Harry couldn’t help but smile.

“He is exactly like you when you were born, Harry,” said a smiling Remus Lupin.

“He is very beautiful, Harry.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

“What will be his name, Harry?” asked Mr. Weasley.

Harry looked at Luna and answered, “James Ronald- James, after my father and Ronald, after our
best friend,” he finished nodding in Ron’s direction

Ron looked surprised but happy. He didn’t know what to say, so he just said, “Thank you,
mate.”

“It’s me who has to thank you. You took care of her, didn’t you? You didn’t go to Bill’s house,
did you? You went to Hogwarts.”

“Harry-”

“No, Ron, not now. We’ll talk about this later. Now, I want to see Hermione. I want to see the
mother of my son.”

The room went silent.

The Healer came near him and said, “Mister Potter, could you give me little James? As you can
see, he is very small. You know, he needs to rest. And I think Poppy wants to talk to you.”

“Oh, sure.”

And he gave his son to the Healer, who took him and left.

“Mister Potter, Harry, we need to talk,” Harry heard Madam Pomfrey say, “We need to talk about
Miss Granger.”

“What about her? She will be fine, right? May I see her? I know she’s probably sleeping. She
must be very tired but I really-”

“Harry, first, I need you to sit down.”

“Why? Has something happened? Why is everyone looking at me like that? Ron? Remus? Professor
McGonagall? Please, tell me she is okay.”

Madam Pomfrey took a long breath and told Harry about Hermione’s pregnancy and everything
else.

“No, it’s not true,” he said, shaking his head. “I know she will be alright. Okay, she was
attacked but that woman managed to stop the bleeding and-” This had to be some kind of sick joke.
No, he couldn’t go through this pain all over again.

“Harry, the attack had nothing to do with this. She was already dying before. She knew she was
dying Harry.”

“But why? If she knew, why didn’t she stop the pregnancy? I-I- already love my baby but –but
…”

“She thought you didn’t love her, Harry,” said Ron.

“But I love her! You know that! She can’t- no! She can’t die,” he cried in despair.

*Please, please, god! Please, tell me this isn’t happening!*

“I am really sorry, Harry,” said Madam Pomfrey, looking sadly at the young wizard.

“No, I don’t want your sorrow. There must be a way- my mum! My mum was also a Muggleborn
and-”

“Yes, Harry, Lily Potter had the same problem but at that time there was a way-”

“So, it’s perfect! You can save Hermione, right? You saved my mum, right?”

“No, it wasn’t me-” Then, unexpectedly, the Infirmary door flew open and a person entered.

Everybody looked at the person in shock, their wands raised.

“What the hell is he doing here?” someone yelled.

“Stupefy him!” another cried.

But Luna Lovegood vaguely recognized the clothes-his voice, and to everyone’s surprise, she
yelled, “No! Don’t harm him!”

“Luna, he is-” Ron was saying when she interrupted him.

“No, Ronald! You don’t understand! It was him! He saved us in Hogsmeade! It was him who told me
to cast my Patronus!”

Severus Snape had returned to Hogwarts.

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That’s it. Chapter 19. What do you think?



20. April's answers
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**Soul Pieces**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

Thanks to Acoustics1220 for the beta!! J

**Chapter 20: April’s answers**

Harry couldn’t believe it. *What the hell was HE doing here?* To be frank, the young wizard
wanted to raise his wand and shout Unforgivables, one certain *lethal* curse in particular ran
through his mind.

However, his reverie was interrupted by a small cry. A baby’s cry, his *son’s* cry. And
then, he realized that he couldn’t do things without thinking anymore. He couldn’t act without
regard for others -without pondering the consequences. From now on, someone needed him. Okay, okay,
the *whole Wizarding World* needed him, but *this* was different. James was his son.
*His son...Merlin*, it was so amazing-scary for sure; but amazing nonetheless. That-that
little boy, his baby, so fragile; innocent. His son’s life depended on him- depended on how he
would face everything from now on.

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by Lupin’s voice, “Severus, what are you doing here?”

The former Potions’ Master didn’t seem afraid or nervous.

“I must see Granger,” he said calmly but firm.

“What?” Ron cried, “What do you want with Hermione? Do you want to kill her like you killed
Professor Dumbledore?”

Snape sneered at Ron. “Don’t speak about things you don’t know, Weasley! I must see
Granger!”

The room was very tense. No one seemed to know what to do. Harry only stared at the man.

“What do you want with Miss Granger, Severus?” asked the Headmistress in a calm voice.

“You know very well what I’m doing here, Minerva,” he said in an impatient voice, showing to her
a little bottle. “You know very well what this is. You saw this-”

“I saw that almost eighteen years ago. But *why?* Severus, forgive me, but you
*killed* Dumbledore and now you are here to save a *Muggleborn’s life?* And may I add,
not an ordinary one!”

“You don’t know anything, Minerva. I am here because Albus asked me to.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Who do you think will believe that? *Albus asked you to?* I saw you
killing Professor Dumbledore!” Harry shouted, finally losing his temper.

“Potter! Always a thick head! You talk as you *really* miss Dumbledore, don’t you? But
Granger’s child is the proof that how suffering you was! What did you do? Did you fuck her after
the burial? Tsk, Tsk…What Miss Weasley said about this?” Snape replied in a mock voice, a devious
glint in his dark eyes.

“Severus!” McGonagall cried. “Harry’s personal life isn’t anyone’s business!”

“No, Potter’s life is *everybody’s business* and you *know that*! For now, the Dark
Lord thinks Granger and the baby are dead but- Minerva, I must see Granger! The time is running
short!” he said, locking gazes with the Headmistress.

To everyone’s (except Madam Pomfrey’s) surprise, the Headmistress nodded.

“Harry, I need your permission to let Severus give this potion to Hermione. This is the same
potion that saved your mother’s life.”

Harry looked at the Headmistress in surprise. Okay, Snape had a potion that could save
Hermione’s life but why did they need *his* permission?

“Er, Professor, I have many questions but for now- why do you need my permission?”

“Harry, Hermione isn’t a Hogwarts student anymore and her parents- well, you know her
circumstances. However you two have had a child together. You two share a very special bond now,
even if you two aren’t married.”

“Oh,” said Harry, flushing.

“Harry,” interrupted Luna. “I was in Hogsmeade and Prof- Snape saved us. It was him who told me
to send the patronus. Now I understand why he didn’t send the patronus himself. He couldn’t. He
knew that if *he* sent the patronus the Order would know it was him and perhaps-”

“And perhaps wouldn’t send help. I understand,” Harry said.

He had to think fast- he had to make a serious decision. No, he didn’t trust Snape and maybe
never would but- but what other choice did he have? And Hermione- she was dying- that was a fact
and maybe the man he hated could save her. Harry knew it wasn’t the moment to be haughty. He needed
to put aside any differences he had with the man in front of him. It was time to grow up. Harry
then took a deep breath, looked at Snape and said, “Go, give this potion to Hermione.”

Severus Snape nodded and left.

*Headmistress’ Office*

*Harry’s POV*

I couldn’t believe it, Hermione would be okay. She hadn’t woken up, but Madame Pomfrey said she
was okay. Thank Merlin! I hated to admit it, but Snape had saved her life. Right, I am still a
little confused. I really don’t understand what that slimy git is doing here. I may be a little
thick headed but I know that Snape isn’t stupid. Why did he return to Hogwarts knowing he could be
arrested or killed?

We were in the Headmistress’ office. Everyone was there- well, not *everyone*. Madame
Pomfrey was in the Hospital Wing and Tonks hadn’t returned from the Ministry (she had arrested one
of the Death Eaters in Hogsmeade….). To everyone’s surprise, Professor Dumbledore seemed very
pleased to see Snape. Knowing that Snape wasn’t a very pleasant person, and that *maybe* we-me
and the others in the room- didn’t believe him, Dumbledore suggested that we use a Pensieve…

PENSIEVE

*1980*

*Hogwarts*

*Dumbledore’s office*

A young and nervous Severus Snape was talking with Professor Dumbledore.

“I am sorry, Professor, but I *had* to tell the Dark Lord what I heard in that bar. He is a
powerful Legilimens and my Occlumency isn’t very strong. I am sorry.”

Dumbledore looked at the young Snape Pensively. . He knew that the one who would defeat the Dark
Lord had not been born yet. He would probably be a Longbottom, or a Potter. *The future of the
Wizard World was in the hands of one of those two families.*

“Severus, I understand but I need you to prove your loyalty,” the Headmaster finally said, his
eyes boring into Snape’s.

“Everything, Professor.” Snape bowed his head. Dumbledore could see that the young man in front
of him was nervous but still had a certain air of determination in his voice.

“You know that Lily Potter is pregnant, right?”

“Yes, how such a brilliant witch could marry that – that-”

“Severus.”

“Sorry, Professor.”

“Continuing, she is pregnant but she’s having problems.”

“The Muggleborn’s disease,” Snape replied without emotion.

“Yes, the Muggleborn’s disease. You know that is fatal.”

“Yes.”

“And I know you discovered the cure when you were a student here.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled at
Snape, a slight smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

Snape looked at Dumbledore in surprise. No one knew that!

“How-”

“I was observing you. I know you have a great future and I knew that you couldn’t *show*
what you have discovered.”

“The Dark Lord would kill me. A Death Eater who saves Muggleborn witches!” Snape hissed with a
grin. “But, do you want-”

“I want you to save Lily Potter’s life. No one will know the truth; only me, Professor
McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey and the Potters. Severus, Lily is a very powerful witch and she *can’t
be lost*, and if she dies we will lose James too. I know you don’t like him but you know how
much he loves her.”

James Potter! Severus Snape didn’t give a damn for that-that- arrogant git! He hated James
Potter and those little friends of his. How Evans could- argh! That was beyond his
comprehension.

Evans, she’s a great girl-woman. Pretty, smart, intelligent. A Mudblood, yes but...Severus
didn’t love her- at least, not in the romantic sense of the word. He felt grateful for what she had
done- for how she had helped him.

She and the Hogwarts’ Headmaster.

They had rescued him from the darkness.

“I will do the potion,” Severus Snape finally answered.

*1996*

*Dumbledore’s Office*

“Headmaster, what should we do about Draco Malfoy?” asked Snape. “I made the vow. You know this
can’t be broken.”

“Yes, Severus, I know,” said Dumbledore in a very calm voice.

“Albus! His mission is to kill you!” He couldn’t understand how Dumbledore could stay so
calm.

“I don’t think he- well, I don't think Mister Malfoy will become a murderer.”

“Headmaster, if he doesn’t kill you, the Dark Lord-”

“Tom will kill him. I know. You know what you have to do, Severus.”

“What?” Severus Snape seemed a little confused.

“You. You will have to kill me.”

“Sir!”

“Severus, we both know that I am dying. I am old and since the s Sorcerer’s stone was destroyed
my health isn’t the same. And I can’t let Draco become a murderer. He still has hope. But let’s
talk about this later. Now, I need to ask you a favor.” Dumbledore’s tone was calm and serene but
Snape knew that it was firm and without re-considerations. There wasn’t room for arguments or
denials. Feeling an uneasy sensation of defeat, Snape nodded and then asked, “What is it?”

“It’s about Miss Granger.”

Snape snorted.

“What about her?” he asked without even trying to hide his displeasure.

“I know you don’t like her or perhaps you don’t like her because she is Harry’s friend. It
doesn’t matter. We know she is a very powerful witch but she is a Muggleborn like-”

“Like Evans. I know. I am not blind or stupid; Granger is even more powerful than Evans. But,
why- oh!”

“Yes, I want you to give her the potion when she needs it.”

“I am not aware that she and Potter have a *thing,*” Snape snorted, saying the last word
like it was something grotesque, repulsive.

“They don’t. They are only friends but I have a feeling this will change. Maybe not soon but
this will change. I may be wrong but I don’t want to risk it.”

*Dumbledore’s Office*

Snape burst in the Headmaster’s office.

“Headmaster! It’s tonight! Draco Malfoy will try to kill you tonight!”

“I know, Severus,” Dumbledore replied calmly. “But I have to leave now.” He smiled, a little
sadly. “The time is short.”

“Sir!” Snape cried without –entirely-accepting the Headmaster’s attitude. He could
understand-yes- he could understand the old man’s motives but-

“You know what you have to do, Severus.”

*Astronomy Tower*

(AN: I know that in a Pensieve we can’t “see” the thoughts but- well let’s pretend!)

Severus Snape pointed his wand to Dumbledore. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He
couldn’t kill Dumbledore. Oh, how he hated Harry Potter! Everything was happening because of
him!

(AN: italic: Legilimency/Occlumency between Dumbledore and Snape)

*“Severus, you must do this.”*

*“No, Albus! Why? I can hide Draco and Narcissa and-”*

*“This isn’t only about Draco, Severus and you know it! You must prove your loyalty to
Voldemort. We need your services. Harry needs-”*

*“Potter!* *Why is everything about him? Why is he so important? He is only an arrogant
kid!”*

*“Severus, I can’t tell you the entire truth but you know he is important. Please, kill me. I
am already dying,” Dumbledore was pleading and Snape never felt so much hate- so much disgust for
anyone else like he was feeling that moment.*

*I hate you, Potter.*

*“Thank you, Albus, for everything. I am sorry- AVADA KEDAVRA!”*

And Albus Dumbledore was dead.

END PENSIEVE

*Headmistress’ Office*

*April 1997*

After we *returned* everyone seemed a little shocked. I didn’t know what to say-or to
think. It was hard to believe it. Dumbledore asked to be killed! I couldn’t believe that
Snape-*Snape!-* had saved my mum’s life. Merlin, it was so much information- so much to
consider.

I could even understand his hate towards me. Maybe, if I was him I would also hate myself. I
don’t know. I also realized that before- he only disliked me because of my father. However, now-
now he hated me.

“Albus,” said a trembling Minerva McGonagall. “You asked Severus to kill you! Why?”

“You saw why. I was already dying and we couldn’t lose Severus.”

“Snape, what did you do after you left Hogwarts?” asked Moody.

“I took Draco with me and we went to Malfoy’s Manor. There, we took Narcissa and then we went to
a secure house. Draco and Narcissa are in this house. I am their Secret Keeper.”

“Right. What else?”

“I spend my time between there and Hogshead.” He looked around at the people in the room. “The
Dark Lord isn’t a foal. He is plotting...he’s letting everyone resides in this false sense of
security, he can control the fear within.”

“Yes, we were wondering about this false peace that has occurred,” McGonagall said. “But,
Severus, if you have been in Hogshead-”

“Yes, Aberforth knows about me. Albus and him had an agreement. That’s how I found out about
Granger’s condition. I must say it was luck that I was there today; like it was luck that Healer
was there too. Yes, one more minute and Miss Weasley would have succeeded.”

*Miss Weasley? Ginny? What the hell he is talking about?*

“What are you talking about?” I asked, noticing that Ginny’s face was very pale.

“I am saying that it was Miss Weasley who almost killed Granger,” he replied with a sarcastic
grin.

“No! My daughter never-” cried Mrs. Weasley. “We know it was a Death Eater!”

“Oh, yes, Bellatrix performed that nasty spell but the final stroke was made by Miss Weasley’s
hands. Let me say, she has the responsibility for Hermione Granger’s *fall.*”

I looked at Snape and then at Ginny. Somehow I knew that Snape was telling the truth.

“Is this true, Ginny?” I asked, without emotion.

“Y-Y-Yes, Harry. I am sorry! I didn’t think. Hermione was in the air, screaming and- and I just
wanted it to stop! I am sorry!” she sobbed.

I couldn’t say anything. I knew she didn’t do anything with bad intentions but I couldn’t say,
“That’s okay”. I only closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, but what about the words you said to Miss Granger before the attack?” asked Snape. I could
see an evil glint in his eyes.

“W-What are you talking about?” Ginny sputtered and I wondered why she seemed even more
nervous.

“Ah, Miss Weasley! You know very well what I am talking about! What were the words? Oh! *Slut,
Mudblood!* Yes! Those were the words you called Granger!”

“What?!” Ron shouted. “Is he telling the truth?!”

But Ginny didn’t say a word.

“Perhaps, you should ask Miss Lovegood. She was there too,” said Snape.

I looked at Snape, then at Ginny, who looked down, not meeting my eyes, and then I turned to
Luna finally asking, “Is what he’s saying true?”

Luna grimaced, almost embarrassed and nodded.

I was speechless. I wanted to say something but nothing could get out of my mouth. I felt anger,
disgust, pity.

“Ginevra Weasley!” cried Mr. and Mrs. Weasley at the same time. “How could you say those
words?”

Ginny’s face became red. She wasn’t nervous anymore. She was angry.

“Yes! I called her that! Okay, I don’t think she is a Mudblood but I still think she is a slut!
A whore!”

“Gin!”

“No, Ron! You know I am right! She was supposed to be my friend. Our friend! She betrayed me.
She betrayed us! She-” Then Ginny stopped as she seemed to understand something. “You knew! You
knew about this! I can’t believe it!”

“Yes, Gin, I knew and I don’t care! You know why? Because I don’t love her and I know you don’t
love Harry!”

“No! I love Harry! I would kill for him!” she shouted.

“Yes, you would kill but Hermione would die for Harry! They love each other, Ginny! You only
love the image, the hero! You must let go!”

“No!”

“Ginny,” said Mrs. Weasley. “Ron is right. You must let go.”

“No. No- oh! You knew! You and dad knew! Great! Everybody knew that Harry and Hermione were
fucking their brains out! I am done here!”

And she left the office, followed by her parents. To tell the truth I didn’t want to stay there
anymore. Okay, I knew I wanted to ask many things, discuss many things but not at that moment. I
wanted to see James and Hermione. Voldemort and his evil plots could wait a little longer.

I excused myself and left.

*Hospital Wing*

I was there, sitting in a chair beside Hermione’s bed. She hadn’t awakened yet. James was
sleeping too. I don’t want to brag but my son is *SO CUTE!* Oh, yeah! I’ve never seen a baby
more beautiful than him!

I closed my eyes thinking about him and Hermione. I know things weren’t perfect but somehow I
had hope. Unconsciously, I smiled thinking about Hermione and our son. Everything was going to be
alright. Hermione and I have a family now.

Oh, I liked that word-family. With her by my side, I knew that my chances to win this war were
bigger.

She and my son were my reason to live.

My thoughts were broken by a voice- a sweet voice! I opened my eyes. Hermione was waking up.

“H-Harry?” she whispered weakly.

The tears began to fall from my eyes. I didn't know what to say. So, I just whispered, “I
love you, Hermione. I love you.”

AN: Okay, that’s chapter 20. This chapter is kinda the *end of the first part* of this fic.
Harry will start to realize that *maybe* he isn’t totally *ready* to face Voldemort.

Snape...well, lets say that he showed the truth but not *all* of it...



21. About love and other issues
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**SOUL PIECES**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

Okay...okay...today (11/16) is my birthday so I update this fic and Belong to Nowhere. I hope
you like it. :)

EDIT ON 05/15/07: I am ‘bolding’ the AN because it seems I a lot of people simply don’t read
AN’s:

Here is where begins the 2nd part- The Consequences. **Now...maybe...there will be strange/OOC
behaviors and *bizarre* acts...But everything has a reason- And most important- not everything (or
everyone) is what it seems.**

Thanks to acoustics1220 for the beta.

**Chapter 21: About Love and others issues**

“Harry?” Hermione repeated.

“Yes, Hermione. It’s me. Oh, god, I missed you so much!”

Hermione gave him a small smile and absently put her hand on her belly. Noticing that it was
flat, Hermione began to panic.

“Oh, god…oh, god….”

"Shhhh..." Harry said, taking her hand. "James is alright. He's
sleeping."
“James?”

“Yes. James Ronald Potter, our son. He’s so beautiful, Hermione.”

Hermione didn’t know what to say. *Hell, what could she say?* Everything was so confused!
The last thing she remembered was the Death Eaters...

Noticing her confused look, Harry stood up from the chair and picked James up from the cradle he
was sleeping in nearby.

“Here. This is James,” he said, giving the baby boy to her.

The young witch took her son in her arms with trembling hands.

He was so small…

“He’s beautiful,” she said. “He’s just like you, Harry.”

“Yep. Remus said that too,” Harry agreed with a proud smile. “But he has your nose. Cute
nose.”

Hermione smiled shyly, nursing the baby. However, she couldn’t understand-why-*how* she was
alive?

“What happened, Harry?” she finally asked. “W-What happened in Hogsmeade? I can’t re-oh god!
Luna! Ginny! Are they alright?”

“Shh, calm down,” Harry said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “They’re alright.
*You* are the one who gave us a fright.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip, still a little confused. Something wasn’t right. They were still in
April- it was too early! She looked down at the little baby in her arms and then at Harry. “I-I
don’t-”

“Madam Pomfrey had to do a cesarean,” Harry answered the unspoken question.

“But-” Things *still* didn’t make sense!

“Snape, sweet. Snape saved your life.” And Harry told her everything that had happened.

“...and that was it,” Harry finished his tale.

“Snape...” Hermione whispered almost to herself. Snape had saved her and Lily’s lives. It was
kind of ironic, if you thought about it.

When Harry told her about the things they saw in the Pensieve Hermione had a feeling that there
was *something* else- not that Harry was lying- no! But maybe Snape hadn’t revealed
everything.

However, she didn’t want to think about that now. She had other *things* to be *concerned
with*.

*James...her son.* *Her son-with Harry. Oh, god, what she was supposed to do? She had a
son, for Merlin’s Sake! She was eighteen-with no money-no parents-no boyfriend and with a
son!*

And Harry...oh my, Harry! He had hurt her so much- he had said such awful things. He had shagged
another woman! But even with all these things, Hermione still loved him. She loved him so much that
she was afraid to hear what he thought of James...of her.

She knew he didn’t love her but what about James?

She looked at Harry with tears in her eyes and spoke, “I-I am sorry, Harry.”

He was shocked. “Sorry for what?” *It was him who had to say sorry!*

“For messing up with your life. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. I swear. I – I won’t be in
your way. Neither James nor I. I will understand if you-”

“Hey! Hey! Hold on! What are you talking about?”

“I- I am talking about the pregnancy. You probably think that I did this on pur-”

“Oh MY GOD, Hermione! Why on heavens would I think that?” Harry exclaimed, running a hand
nervously through his dark hair.

“I don’t know. You’re rich and famous and I-I…” she whispered in a small voice, eyes
downcast.

“And you are the woman I love,” he said firmly, smiling broadly at her.

“…am plain and- what did you say?” She looked up at him, eyes wide.

“And you are that woman I love. I love you, Hermione. I love you with all my heart. I was stupid
to think that I could live without you,” he whispered, looking straight into her eyes.

“Harry-”

“Please, Hermione let me finish.”

She nodded.

“When we started our ‘non- relationship’ I thought it was only physical. But I think I was
starting to fall for you. Remus said I loved you. Tonks said I loved you. Even the damn Sorting Hat
said that I was in love with you! I was so confused! That wasn’t supposed to happen. I- I couldn’t
fall in love! It was too dangerous!”

Hermione glanced at him, a small smile of hope starting to show on her lips. “That’s why
you-”

“Yes, that’s why I said those horrible things to you. I am so sorry. That’s why I had sex with
that woman in the club. I thought- I thought that I could forget you. I was so wrong! That night I
had decided to tell you the truth. But you-”

“I left. You hurt me, Harry. You can’t imagine how much. You know, that night when you told me
that you didn’t want to be with me anymore? Do you remember that I wanted to say something to
you?”

“Yes?”

“I was going to tell that I was pregnant,” she replied, gazing at the little bundle in her
arms.

“Oh, god, Hermione.” Harry felt his heart sink, an uneasy sensation of disgust- disgust with
himself.

“But then you said you didn’t want to be with me anymore. You said it was only sex. Only sex. I
felt like I was a nothing. A piece of crap. And then I saw you…I saw you with that woman. She was
so beautiful, so much more than me, and you were having sex and-” Hermione couldn’t continue. Her
body was trembling and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Harry drew closer to her. Without even realizing what he was doing, he began to place soft,
gentle kisses on her face, starting at her cheek and slowly moving across.

Harry’s lips brushed over Hermione’s in the softest of kisses; her heart fluttered.

“I love you, Hermione. I love you. I love you.”

“D-Do you?” she asked in a whisper, her eyes shining.

“More than anything in this world,” he replied and then kissed her again.

The kiss was sweet but intense.

They stayed that way for the briefest of moments; two friends whose relationship had taken a
sudden and unexpected turn; neither wanting to lose the moment, but neither knowing how to
react.

Harry finally pulled away just far enough so their lips weren’t touching. He stared at her; her
lips parted slightly. Her breathing was irregular and her face was flushed.

“Harry-”

“Shhh...I want to be with you and James. He’s so beautiful. I won’t say that I’m not scored,
because I am. Hell, I am only seventeen years old and I am already a father but I want to try. I
want to give my son everything I didn’t have, all the love I didn’t receive.”

And Harry captured her lips with his again.

Of course, all that “activity” made James wake up. Crying- hard.

Harry looked at Hermione apologetically. She gave him a shy smile and tried to calm down the
little tiger.

They were ‘saved’ by Madam Pomfrey who had just entered the room.

“What-” was saying the old lady. “Miss Granger! You are awake! Thank Merlin! Please, let me
examine you. Hmm, I also think you two need some lessons about how to act with a crying baby.”

Harry and Hermione flushed.

Madam Pomfrey examined Hermione and little James. Both were all right.

After Madam Pomfrey departed, Harry and Hermione talked about the Horcruxes and Voldemort.
Hermione told Harry about Luna and how the girl had helped her with the pregnancy.

However the talk brought another subject; a dreadful one: Hogsmeade and consequentially,
Ginny.

“I want to know what happened in Hogsmeade. Not the attack but before. Snape said Ginny
confronted you. He said she called you-”

“Harry, she was, well, she was upset. She didn’t mean it,” Hermione said, looking away.

“Hermione-” Harry’s voice was stern.

“You have to understand-”

“Hermione-”

“Okay. She- she called me a Mudblood slut and that- that…”

“And what? What else did she say?”

“Please, Harry, she was angry-”

“What did she say, Hermione?” Harry knew Hermione too well- he knew that there was
s*omething* else.

Hermione sighed, closing her eyes briefly.

“She said that I wanted your money. That I got pregnant on purpose.”

“I can’t believe her! How dare she!” Harry cried in anger.

“Please, Harry. You have to understand her. I was supposed to be her friend. I betrayed her,”
Hermione said in a pleading voice, trying to make Harry understand. Of course Ginny’s words had
hurt her but she couldn’t blame her totally.

“But I wasn’t with her anymore!”

“I know. But I- we- also know that she still loves you. Harry, I think you need to talk to her.
She deserves it. We hurt her, Harry.”

*Room of Requirement*

Harry was in the Room of Requirement waiting for Ginny. He had sent her a note asking to meet
with him.

Ginny arrived about fifty minutes later. She was wearing a white blouse and a blue skirt- a very
short blue skirt. Harry wondered if she had done that on purpose.

“Hi, Harry. I-” Ginny said with a small voice but was interrupted by Harry.

“Ginny, I want you to listen to me, okay?”

“Oh. Okay.”

“First, I want to say that I am sorry. Hermione and I are sorry. We didn’t mean to hurt you. But
things happened and we fell in love. It wasn’t Hermione’s fault. Or mine. It wasn’t anybody’s
fault. We can’t control love. What we had, Ginny, was great but- I know it’s hard to hear but that
wasn’t love. I liked you. A lot. I still care about you but it isn’t in the same way I feel about
Hermione. She and I have a son now. It’s terrifying but also wonderful.”

“I won’t say I am all right, Harry. Because I’m not. Hermione hurt me, not you.” Ginny looked
hurt and just a little bit angry as she responded. “She was supposed to be my friend. I said
terrible things to her and I’m very ashamed of that. I truly want you two to be happy together.
Truth be told, I think I don’t feel the same about you. I was just shocked. I’ll not forgive you
because I think there isn’t anything to forgive. We aren’t together. Now, Hermione- I need time.
Maybe someday. But not now. I just want to ask you one thing.”

“What?”

“Could we be friends?” she said opening her arms.

“Oh! Of course, I would love to be your friend, Ginny.”

And he hugged her, without noticing her vicious smile.

*~*

*Meanwhile*

*Hospital Wing*

“B-But why he doesn’t want my milk?” Hermione shuttered in a small voice. “I-Is there something
wrong with him, Madam Pomfrey?”

The old Healer shook her head lightly. “No, Miss Granger. There is nothing wrong with James,”
she said patiently.

“Then-Then it must be *me,”* Hermione concluded with a heavy sigh. “Is this because I’m a
Muggleborn? A-After all, I wasn’t even supposed to have children- maybe I’m not worth it and-”
Madam Pomfrey held up a hand making the young witch stop.

“You being Muggleborn has *nothing* to do with it! Like I said before, the Muggleborn
disease only occurs in the first pregnancy *and* it has nothing to do with being worthy or
not! It’s only a disease- a *physical* disease- nothing more. Do you think less of Mister
Potter because he has to wear glasses?”

“O-Of course not!” Hermione exclaimed. “But then why is James-”

“James was born premature, Miss Granger,” Madam Pomfrey explained kindly. “Sometimes a baby
needs to *learn* how to suck. There’s nothing wrong with your milk or something like that. And
of course, your nervousness doesn’t help either.”

Hermione looked down, a little embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Now, how about I explain to you how...”

***********************************

*Two days later*

Harry was laying with Hermione in her bed in the Hospital Wing. He had his arms around her
waist. The couple was watching their son sleeping, in silence.

“I still can’t believe we made such a beautiful baby, luv,” Harry said, breaking the
silence.

“Yeah. And are you alright with this, Harry?”

“Hermione, I’ve already told you that he is the most precious gift I could receive. I love you
and him. With all my heart. I am not saying that it won’t be difficult. We are still teenagers but
we love each other and-”

Harry didn’t finished what he was saying because Hermione kissed him hard on the mouth.

First the kiss was calm and sweet but then became more passionate.

*Oh Merlin, how I love her!*

“Harry, Hermione- Oh!” someone said, making the couple pull away very quickly.

A very red Ronald Weasley had arrived. He really didn’t know what to do.

“Hi, Ron!” greeted Hermione.

Ron gave a weak smile. Harry noticed his friend’s discomfort.

“Ron, mate, I thought you were okay with me and Hermione.”

“Oh, no! No, I mean, yes! I am okay with you two. It’s just, well, that’s the first time- you
see- that’s the first I’ve ever seen you two kissing. That’s just weird.”

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. That was true; no one had ever seen the two of them
together. Well, no one except Mister Weasley…

“So, what do you guys think that Professor McGonagall wants to talk with us about?” asked Ron,
changing the subject.

“I don’t know,” said Harry, “we have to wait-”

“I am here, Mister Potter,” said the Headmistress that had just arrived with Tonks, Lupin, and
Moody.

“Hello, Professor. Remus, Tonks, Professor Moody,” the three friends greeted the ‘adults’.

Alastor Moody rolled his eye (the normal one!)

Remus Lupin said, “Hi, guys!”

Tonks…squealed, “Hi! How is little James?”

“He is fine, Tonks,” answered Hermione, “but I don’t think you want to talk about him.”

“You are right, Granger,” said Moody sitting in a chair. “We need to talk about your
training.”

“But, training? I mean we *are* already training.”

“Indeed, Mister Weasley but we think you three need more specific training,” answered Moody.

*More specific training,* Harry thought to himself remembering a brief conversation he had
had with Snape two days before.

*~*

*Harry was on his way to the Hospital Wing when he saw Snape. The young wizard took a deep
breath and then called his former teacher, “Sir! Sir!”*

*Snape stopped and turned around facing Harry, a displeasured sneer marring his features.
“What do you want Potter? As you may know I can’t be wandering the Castle.”*

*“I-I just want to say thank you, sir,” Harry said. “Thank you for saving Hermione’s
life.”*

*Snape glared at him but replied, “You’re welcome.”*

*Harry nodded, feeling a little uneasy, his hands in his pockets. “Right. Right. Thanks again,
sir.”*

*He was about to turn and leave when Snape called his name, like he had just remembered
something.*

*“Potter!”*

*“Yes, sir?”*

*“How do you expect to defeat the Dark Lord?”*

*Harry stood, a little surprised by the question.*

*“After all, you will defeat him, won’t you?” Snape continued, sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Are you ready? You and your two little friends didn’t come to Hogwarts this year so I suppose that
you must have been training-” Harry opened his mouth to say something but Snape cut him off. “Or
have you spent all your time fucking Miss Granger?”*

*“You have no right-” Harry cried angrily.*

*“What do you know about the Dark Lord’s plans? What do you know about him and his
whereabouts? Have you stopped to wonder why its so quiet?” Snape shook his head in disgust. “You
have to do a lot more than a few tricks and be able to cast a Patronus.”*

*I won’t lose control. I won’t lose control, Harry thought fiercely.*

*“I’m training and I faced Voldemort more times than everyone else!”*

*Snape smirked. “Oh yes... but now you don’t have your Mother’s protection or Dumbledore to
save you ass!”*

*“I-”*

*“Can you attack someone, Potter? Can you cast an Unforgivable? Can you prepare a poison? In
few months Draco Malfoy learned how to cast* an *Imperius Curse and be effective on it. Can
you? Can you kill, Potter?”*

*“Malfoy is a coward! He didn’t kill Professor Dumbledore because he couldn’t- he didn’t have
the nerve!”*

*“Yes, you are right- he couldn’t. He couldn’t kill. But you, Potter, can you kill? Can
you?”*

**~**

“What do you mean, specifically?” Hermione’s voice brought Harry back to reality.

It was Remus who answered, “You three are good in combat. I mean you Hermione need to-”

“Wait, wait a minute!” Harry interrupted his former Professor. “What do mean ‘combat’? Hermione
will not fight!”

If looks could kill…well, the Boy-Who-Lived would already be dead!

“And may I ask why, Harry James Potter?” hissed Hermione, with her arms crossed.

Harry gulped.

“Hermione, sweetie. It’s too dangerous. You can’t risk it. And after all, we now have James. He
will need you and-”

“And I’ll be at home waiting for you?” asked the young witch in a low and dangerous tone.

“Well, yes.”

Hermione took a long breath, as she was trying to calm herself before replying, "Oh,
that's good to know. But do you want to know what I think?"
“Y-Yes?”

“NEVER! I WILL NOT BE INSIDE A HOUSE LIKE A HOUSEWIFE, HARRY JAMES! I need to defend myself! We
are in a war, Harry! It doesn’t matter if we have a son or not!”

“She is right, Harry,” said Remus. “We *are* in a war. She *is* a big target. And
before you say anything she is a target because she is a Muggleborn, Harry!”

Harry didn’t say anything, only sighed in defeat.

“Well, now let me continue,” said Remus, “you three will continue your common training but also
a specific training. What am I talking about? I am talking about three specific ‘abilities’. Each
of you will develop a specific ability.”

“What ability, Remus?”

“You, Harry, will train with Moody. You will learn how to do Wandless magic and-”

“Whoa, mate!”

“Ron!”

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay, Ronald. So, Harry, you will learn Wandless magic and how to attack. Here, in
Hogwarts, we learn how to defend but you need to know how to attack too, okay?”

“Okay, Remus.”

“You, Mister Weasley, will be trained by me,” said the headmistress.

Ron’s eyes rounded into saucers.

“You will become an Animagus.”

“Wow! That’s great!”

“Why can’t I or Hermione be an Animagus too?”

“First, Potter, we are dealing with a problem of time. We don’t know how much time we have. So
that’s why you will be trained in ‘abilities’ that will be easier for you. You for example, you
already do Wandless magic you just need to improve this. The Animagus- well- anyone can become an
Animagus but is easier and faster if you are a pureblood like-”

“Like Ron, and my father and Sirius.”

“And me,” said McGonagall.

“What about me? What kind of training will I do? I mean I am a Muggleborn,” asked Hermione.

“You will train with me, Hermione,” said Tonks with a big smile. “Yes, I will teach you how to
become a Metamorphmagus. As you may know, I am a natural and it’s very difficult to ‘become’ one
but I have faith in you. And it’s easier if the wizard or witch is a Muggleborn or half blood.”

“Well, now that we settled that, I want to talk with you about another issue.”

“What is it, Professor McGonagall?” asked Harry.

“It’s about Hogwarts. What do you think about returning to Hogwarts? The ministry allowed this.
I don’t think you know, but many students that didn’t return last year will come back. I already
received letters from the Patils, the Finnigans and the Abbots. I know you three are on a ‘mission’
but I think it’s a good opportunity to finish your studies. We don’t know how much time this war
will last but I don’t think you should put your lives on hold.”

*Well, the only Horcrux we need to destroy, besides Voldemort, is Nagini and- well I miss
Hogwarts! Strange that Hermione didn’t say anything….*

“I think I will accept your proposal, professor,” Harry said looking at Ron who nodded. Hermione
didn’t say anything. “But what about James?”

“You and Hermione will live in a private dorm. The same she was in before your son was born.
Normally, we couldn't allow a student with a baby but because the baby was born before term,
it’s okay.”

They talked more about a few things, and Moody, Remus, Tonks and the Headmistress left. Hermione
hadn’t said a word since McGonagall had talked about Hogwarts. Harry was worried. Perhaps she
didn’t want to come back? But this was Hermione, the bookworm!

The young wizard was about to ask her when Ron interrupted, “Harry, mate, can I talk to you? In
private?”

Harry looked at Hermione who nodded.

“Yep, let’s go outside the room.”

“What is it, Ron?”

“Harry, you may be wondering why Hermione doesn’t sound so excited about returning to Hogwarts,
right?”

“Yes, in fact I was about to ask her- you know, don’t you?”

“Yes, Harry. Do you remember when I told you about her parents?”

Harry nodded.

“That’s it, Harry. She doesn’t have money. She doesn’t have money to buy new robes and new
books. Luna told me that Hermione spent almost all her money buying clothes and toys for
James…”

“Oh. Why didn’t I think about that?”

Ron only smiled.

Time passed without surprises. Harry had talked with Hermione about buying her books and robes.
First, she had declined, saying that she didn’t want his money but Harry assured her that it would
be a loan and she would pay him back when she found a job. She accepted.

The trio was talking when Luna burst into the Hospital Wing with The Prophet in her hands.

“What’s up, Luna?” asked Harry.

She didn’t say anything, only gave him the newspaper.

*HARRY POTTER IS A FATHER!*

*The Boy who lived, the ‘chosen one’, isn’t a boy anymore! The handsome teenager is now a
father! Yes, Harry James Potter is the father of a little boy called James Ronald Potter. The
mother is the Muggleborn witch and his ‘best friend’ Hermione Granger.*

*Potter and Granger have denied they were romantically involved many times but this child is
the proof that they’re indeed lovers!*

*Last year, Harry Potter was dating the Pure Blood witch Ginny Weasley but it seems that the
poor girl didn’t know that her best friend was betraying her!*

*Some sources said that Granger became pregnant on purpose.*

“*She only wants his money. You know how the boys are! They can't deny sex!”*

“*She is a real slut! First she tried Viktor Krum and now poor Harry! But Potter isn’t totally
stupid, the poor boy! You see he didn’t marry her…”*

“That’s rubbish!” cried a very angry Harry. “I want to know how they found out about James! How
could they say these things about Hermione?”

Hermione began to cry very hard.

“Shhh….sweetie,” said Luna, hugging her friend, “don’t listen to them.”

Harry looked at Hermione and he felt his heart break in his chest.

“Everyone will think I did this on purpose…they-they think I-I only want H-Harry’s money,”
sobbed Hermione.

“I don’t care what the others think, Luv,” said Harry. “I only care about you and our son.”

Hermione was about to say something when McGonagall and Lupin entered the room.

“I think you already read the news, right?” asked Lupin.

Harry nodded.

“I don’t how this ‘escaped’ but now it’s too late. The school is madness today. Somehow, the
students know you are here. So, I suggest that you return to your *home* until the things calm
down. When you return for the next term, the gossip won’t be so…strong.”

“Yes, Headmistress,” said Harry, “but what about Hermione? She’s still weak and James is taking
those potions…”

“She and James can visit Madam Pomfrey once a week, at night.”

*Grimmauld Place*

Hermione Granger was surprised when she entered her bedroom.

Well, it wasn’t *her* bedroom anymore. It was a baby room. With a cradle, toys, a big arm
chair and others things…

“Harry, what’s this?” she asked Harry, who stood beside her.

“That’s our son’s bedroom. Do you like it? Tonks, Remus, and Ron helped me.”

“It’s beautiful, Harry but where will *I* sleep?”

Harry took Hermione by her hand and led her to *his* bedroom.

There was, instead of his old single four-poster bed, a king size bed.

“Harry…”

“Here, is where you will sleep. Here is *our* bedroom.”

“But, Harry, what-”

“What will people think? Merlin, Hermione! We have a son together! A son! I think everyone knows
that we shag!”

Hermione looked down, shyly.

“And I am very proud of this!” Harry said kissing her with all the love he had.

*Somewhere...*

“The Mudblood, Potter and the child left the Castle, my Lord,” Bellatrix Lestrange reported.

“And we know where they are?”

“No, my Lord.”

“You! I am *very* disappointed in all of you! How difficult is it to kill a baby!”

“Our apologies, my Lord, but after Dumbledore’s death, it is almost impossible to enter the
Castle.”

“I need that child dead!”

“I think a have an idea, my Lord.”

“Oh! Wormtail has a idea! Please, tell me!”

“Well, our source said that the Mudblood visits Hogwarts once a week, so…”

“I already said that it’s almost impossible-”

“I know, Bella! I am not talking about a wizard!”

“So, what are you talking about?”

“Nagini, my Lord. Nagini.”

“I have to concur is a good idea but how do you think my beautiful pet could enter the Castle?
You are a stupid rat, Wormtail!” Voldemort hissed.

But to everyone’s surprise, Peter Pettigrew smiled.

“Well, I *know* how Nagini can enter the Castle.”

“How?” asked Bellatrix, incredulous.

Pettigrew’s smile grew bigger.

“I am a Marauder, after all.”

*****

***Oh and about Hermione...maybe she forgave him too quickly, huh? Well...it what *looks
like*, right? And remember, you may forgive but don’t forget.

Oh!I know that Hogwarts has a scholarship program but Hermione is of age and she had abandoned
the school...






22. Rats and Snakes
-------------------

**SOUL PIECES**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

Thanks to Acoustics1220 for the beta!

**Chapter 22: Rats and snakes**

**

*Grimmauld Place*

*Harry and Hermione’s bedroom*

Hermione stood in front of the full-body mirror, looking depreciatively at her reflection. She
never was too concerned about the way she looked- she always was the *brainy* kind of girl.
She had that resignation in her mind that she would never be a beautiful girl- or even pretty. No,
she didn’t think she was *ugly.* She was just *common.*

That never *really* bothered her. It was like some of those incontestable truths that you
just had to accept. Even the faded scar over her left breast, a reminder of Dolohov’s curse, didn’t
made her completely upset (of course she didn’t like it- but, oh well, she could live with
that.).

However, now, looking at herself she felt ashamed- ugly- like she never had felt before. And
that wasn’t only because of the new brandy scar she had- from the cesarean. In fact, she didn’t
know exactly *why* she was feeling this way. Maybe it was the extra pounds on her hips or the
bigger breasts- she didn’t know.

She wondered if it was the nightgown she was wearing- maybe it was too thin- too revealing. But
no, she knew it wasn’t that. In the last days she was feeling not very pretty no matter what she
was wearing.

Hermione sighed deeply, closing her eyes painfully as the –now common- headache started. The
pain was like a thin blade entering her skull and day by day it seemed to occur more often and
stronger.

The young witch had tried to take some potions and even a Muggle painkiller but nothing seemed
to help. And along with the headache came the irritation, annoyance, anger. Everything bothered her
– and would make her ‘lose it’.

No, it wasn’t the truth. She knew that not everything irritated her. In fact, she had a hurtful
knowledge that *one* thing irritated her the most: James.

She loved her son with all her soul but sometimes he made her feel so angry, so irrationally
frustrated! He was always crying- always needing attention! Even to eat he was having problems!
Madam Pomfrey had said that her milk was fine but then why did he seem to *dislike it* so
much? Why everytime she would get him to feed, it was like she had to force him?

*I hate-*

Hermione’s eyes widened and she brought a trembling hand to her mouth, a wave of guilt and shame
overcame her.

“Oh god, how could I even think...” she whispered to herself, slightly aware that someone had
entered the room.

“Hermione? Something wrong? ” Harry asked, smiling sweetly at her.

Hermione turned around and looked at him in surprised, recomposing herself.

“Harry! You scared me!”

“Sorry, love,” he apologized, “but you didn’t answer me.”

She did her best to not look away. “Oh nothing, I was only thinking about some books I had to
read,” she lied.

Harry didn’t believe it but didn’t push the matter. Instead, he commented, “James is sleeping in
his room?”

Unable to control herself, Hermione groaned. “No, Harry, he is in the dog house! Of course he is
in his room!”

The young wizard went near her and took her hands into his. “Are you alright, Hermione?” he
asked concerned. She looked pale and her eyes didn’t have their usual brightness- they looked
shadowed and darker.

“I’m fine,” she said firmly, pulling her hands out of Harry’s and walking away.

Harry sighed and absently scratched his scar. He could see that something was troubling her but
he knew he couldn’t force her to say anything or things could go worse and, frankly, he was too
tired to argue. He walked to her and embraced her from behind.

“That’s okay, luv,” he whispered against her hair. “God, you smell so good...”

The sound of his voice made Hermione feel a shiver cross her spine and close her eyes, enjoying
the sensation. His body against hers had the power to make her forget about anything else.

*He never said sorry,* a hateful voice hissed.

Her eyes snapped open.

“You look so sexy in this nightgown…” Harry moaned huskily, his hands traveled over the thin
fabric.

*He only wants you for the sex*

“Harry, please…you know I can’t.” She restrained herself and turned around, gazing at him. “I am
still in convalescence. I can’t have sex now.”

Harry backed off and ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Merlin, Hermione! I know you are in convalescence! Do you think the only thing I want is to
fuck you?! I want to hold you, kiss you! It seems that you are always holding back! I can’t even
watch you feed James!”

“It’s-it’s…that I don’t want you to see my breasts…” she answered with trembling lips.

“Hermione! I already saw your breasts! I already *kissed* your breasts!” Harry was yelling
now.

This is so frustrating! He could feel the anger boiling inside him. *Why? Why did she make him
so frustrated?*

“But that was before! Now is different! I thought…I thought….you would understand…”

*He doesn’t understand you,* the voice hissed again.

“Why is it different now? So, I can’t have sex with you anymore? Is that what you are saying?”
he shouted at her but somehow those words didn’t seem to be his. It was like he simply couldn’t
control his anger.

“Oh! So that’s it?! I am only a sex machine, Harry? Am I only good for sex?!” she cried, hot
tears falling from her eyes. “You know what, Harry? Get out!”

Harry looked at her in surprise.

“W-What?”

“You heard me! Tonight I will sleep alone! Get out of this room!”

“Oh, yeah? Great! I think you’re right! I have no doubt that I prefer to sleep in an old couch
than with a frigid woman like you!”

And with that Harry left the bedroom, leaving a heartbroken Hermione behind.

******

*James’ bedroom*

Harry was sitting in the armchair watching his son sleeping. How had life become so complicated?
He thought that things would be okay between him and Hermione but day after day they became more
distant. And worse, sometimes she made him feel so angry, so frustrated that he almost wanted to
hit her.

*Merlin, what the hell was happening?*

Why did he sometimes want to hold her, kiss her and then in another moment feel hateful, and
vicious, making him feel repulsed by her?

The young wizard was lost in his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door.

“Harry? It’s me, Remus. May I come in?”

“Sure, Remus.” Harry replied.

Remus Lupin entered the room but didn’t say anything.

“I bet you heard the fight,” Harry said without taking his eyes off James.

“Yes. I am sorry Harry.”

Harry put his hands on his face and shook his head.

“Harry, I know this is difficult for you…”

“No, Remus,” Harry said, looking at his former Professor. “You don’t possibly know! I can’t
understand her, Remus! One minute everything is alright and then? Tears! I don’t understand! Okay,
I know we can’t …you know…sex…” he said in an almost inaudible voice.

Remus nodded.

“Madame Pomfrey talked with me about this,” Harry blushed deep red with the memory. “I am not
that desperate! What I only want is to hold her! Kiss her! God, Remus you must have seen her when I
saw her feeding James! She practically cursed me! Oh, come on!”

“Harry, you must understand her. It’s a very difficult phase for her-” Remus tried to explain
gently.

“It’s difficult for me too! I’m seventeen and I’m a father!”

“Yes, yes, but I am not talking about this, Harry. I am talking about her body. Her perception
of her body changed. She changed. She probably thinks that you will scorn her body. That you find
that she is ugly-”

“Merlin! Of course I would never think that! To tell you the truth I think she is more beautiful
than ever!” Harry said with a dreamily face.

“I think you have to say that to her, Harry. She needs to hear this.”

“I already heard, Remus,” said Hermione, who was standing at the door, with red eyes.

Harry stood up very quickly and ran to her, talking her in his arms.

“I am so sorry, love. So sorry!” he whispered into her hair.

She looked into his eyes and smiled, “I am sorry too, Harry!” How could she be angry at him if
she felt so protected, so loved in his arms?

And they kissed with love and passion, without noticing a smiling Remus Lupin leaving the
bedroom.

For now, everything was going be all right.

***

*The next day*

*Hogsmeade, in a dark alley*

“Are you sure of this?” the short bald man asked.

“Yess,” the person hissed irritated. “She and the child have an appointment with Madam Pomfrey
on Wednesday …9:00pm.”

“Right...”

“May I go now? People will start to wonder...”

“Yeah...yeah...go!”

*That same day, at night*

*Riddle’s Manor*

“My Lord, the Mudblood and Potter’s child will go to Hogwarts this Wednesday. 9:00 pm.”

“Very good, Wormtail. Very good. Now, we have to keep the *Order* away from her…”

******************************************

*Wednesday*

*At night*

*Grimmauld Place*

“Are you okay, right? Do you have everything? Are you sure it’s safe for James to travel by
Portkey?” Harry asked for the hundredth time.

“For Merlin’s sake, Harry!” Hermione cried in exasperation.

“Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly.

“It’s okay. Everything will be okay. After all, what could possibly goes wrong?” Hermione
replied with a smile, touching his cheek. She had had a strange dream the night before. Something
about rats and snakes- she couldn’t remember very well. Thinking it was nothing to worry about, she
didn’t comment about it to anyone.

It was only a dream.

************************************

*Riddle’s Manor*

At Riddle Manor, a tall, spindly figure strode through the room commanding attention, “Now, my
servants: You will attack the Weasley home tonight. It is critical that the entire *Order* is
kept there. Do not fail me. Go now!”

As he heard the pops of Disapparition, Voldemort turned to his familiar as a serpentine grin
pulled at his tight face, “Tonight, my dear Nagini, you will have a wonderful dinner.”

***********************************

*Grimmauld Place*

“It’s almost time, Harry, Hermione,” said Remus, giving Hermione the Portkey.

Harry was about to say something when Tonks rushed in the room. Her face was deadly serious.

“What happened, Nymph?” asked Remus.

“Ottery St. Catchpole is under attack!” she cried.

“What?!” Harry, Hermione and Ron cried at the same time.

“We must go, Remus. There are more than sixty death eaters there! The Dark Mark was cast…”

“I’m going go!” cried Ron, his face pale.

“Ron-“

“No, Remus! The Burrow is there! It’s my house! My family!”

“The Burrow has strong wards, Ronald,” Remus tried to rationalize.

“Only the house, Remus!” Ron cried at his former Professor. “You know that! You won’t make me
stay!”

Harry wanted to go too; he knew he *had* to help the Weasleys. Not to mention the other
families who also lived in Catchpole, like Luna’s father. He had stayed hidden for too long. He
looked at Ron and then at Hermione who nodded.

“Go, Harry. I’ll be alright. James and I will be alright. The Weasleys need you.”

*****************

*Ottery St. Catchpole*

*The Burrow’s land*

“What are you lot doing?” a man asked. “This building is abandoned and in ruins...you
can’t-”

“Shut up, Muggle!” the Death Eater replied with disgust. “Avada Kedavra!”

“You shouldn’t have done that!”

“Why not, Bella?”

Bellatrix Lestrange grinned evilly. “I wanted to have a little fun with him before!” She
laughed. “Tst,tst, tst, It always amazes me how we can perfect the Cruciatus using Muggles.”

*********************************************

*Somewhere near the coast…*

A hooked figure Apparated in front an old house. Without knocking on the door, the person
entered.

In the living room, the person saw a blond woman sitting in an armchair, reading a book.

“Narcissa,” the person said.

Narcissa Malfoy jumped in surprise.

“Oh! It’s you! What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to Severus. Where is he?” was the rushed reply.

Before Narcissa could answer, Severus Snape appeared n the room.

“I am here. What do you want?” Snape demanded.

Knowing that they would ask her to leave, Narcissa excused herself and left the room.

“So, what do you want? You know it’s not safe-”

“I know, Severus! But this is important!” The voice was impatient.

“Out with it!”

“Ottery St. Catchpole is under attack!”

“So?” Snape inquired with disdain.

“You know what is there!”

“Yeah...the Weasley house,” he replied with apparent disgust. “The Burrow, as they call it.”

“It’s an ambush, Severus! A distraction! The Dark Lord wants the Order- and Potter- away from
Hogwarts…”

“I don’t understand.”

“The Granger girl has an appointment today with the Hogwarts nurse. She and Potter’s child. The
Dark Lord sent Nagini…you know Pettigrew…”

“Yes, Pettigrew knows every Hogwarts’ secret passage!” Snape folded his hands. It was sooner
than he had predicted. The Dark Lord was impatient. He looked at the figure in front of him and
then shouted, “Now, go!”

The Death Eater nodded and left.

Minutes later, Severus Snape also left the house.

*********************

*Ottery St. Catchpole*

*The Burrow’s land*

“Damnit, they had to attack just a day after a full moon!” Remus Lupin muttered to himself. He
was against a tree, recovering from a fight with a Death Eater and preparing to fight again when he
heard a small pop. He turned sharply at his left, his wand ready.

“Snape!” Remus hissed.

“I don’t have time for small talk, Lupin! You need to back off!”

“What?!” Remus whispered fiercely. “If you haven’t noticed, *Severus*, we are under
attack!”

“It’s a distraction, Lupin! The Dark Lord *wants* the entire Order here!”

“I…I…don’t understand.” Remus looked doubtful.

“He sent Nagini.” Snape’s eyes boring into Remus’. “He sent Nagini to Hogwarts.”

Before any kind of reaction, Remus’ eyes left Snape’s face and stared at two young men behind
the former Potion’s Professor.

“Oh, god! Hermione!” Harry Potter cried.

*************************************

*Hogwarts*

*Hospital Wing*

Hermione Granger was holding her son tightly, her whole body trembling.

She watched in horror as a giant snake started to lean…

***************************

I hope you liked it. :)

Good weekend everyone!



23. Snake in the glass
----------------------

**Soul Pieces**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

Thanks to Acoustics1220 for the beta.

**Chapter 23 Snake in the Glass**

If there was something that Hermione Granger hated, it was the feeling of helplessness.

The room had never looked, or felt- so claustrophobic, so strangely dark. Hermione could feel
the cold sweat leaking from her temples, the shiver through her body. With trembling hands, she
pressed her baby son against her chest, in a desperate attempt to protect him.

From the corner where she was, Hermione’s eyes scanned the expansive room, looking- and silently
prayed- for something-someway to salvation.

Seeing her wand on the nightstand near her bed, the young witch cursed under her breath. *How
could she be so heedless?*

Everything had happened so fast. One minute, Madame Pomfrey said she needed to get something
(Hermione didn’t remember exactly what) and the next minute, Hermione saw the snake. Her first
reaction was to take James from the crib.

Her first instinct, being a new mother was to protect her baby, alternately making her forget
her wand.

She closed her eyes, wincing at the imminent defeat. She didn’t seem to have the strength, the
will to fight- even if it was possible. She felt weak and helpless.

Perhaps she should cry- or scream. However, she simply couldn’t.

*You are better dead, girl,* the familiar voice hissed in her head. *No one will really
miss you.*

It was then when the impossible happened; maybe it was destiny- or whatever you want to call it
but despite all possibilities of a happy ending, the Infirmary’s door was pushed open by someone
Hermione never expected.

“Hermio-OH MY MERLIN!” Ginny Weasley cried at the sight in front of her.

Her heart beating very fast, Hermione never thought she would be so happy about seeing
Ginny.

“Gi-Ginny,” Hermione managed to say, “I-I don’t have my wand. P-Please, h-help me.”

At first, Ginny didn’t say anything, she only looked back and forth, from Hermione to the snake.
Shaking her head, she finally raised her wand and cried at Nagini, “*Stupefy! Stupefy!
Stupefy!”* ”

However, to both Ginny’s and Hermione’s shock and horror, nothing happened. Nagini didn’t even
flinch.

Biting her lip nervously and realizing that Nagini was getting closer and closer to Hermione and
James, something grabbed Ginny’s attention: a glass of water on the table.

Ginny smiled to herself and wondered out aloud, *“Why not?”*

Knowing that they had nothing to lose, Ginny lifted up her wand once more and cried, but this
time, she said something *a little* different, “*Vera Verto!”*

Hermione looked at Ginny as the redhead girl had two heads but then…

It had worked! Ginny had transformed Nagini into a…glass of water!

Seeing that the danger was gone, Ginny ran towards Hermione and James.

“Oh! Hermione! Are you alright? And the baby?” she asked hurriedly.

“Ginny! Oh, thank you! Thank you! I will be always in debited to you!” Hermione said hugging the
other girl.

“Oh, Hermione, it was nothing! I am sure you would do the same for me!” Ginny replied with an
easy smile. “Well, now, what should we do with…er….*that,”* she questioned Hermione, looking
at the glass of water on the floor.

In silence, Hermione put James back on the crib and then walked towards the glass of water.
Carefully, she took it and she sensed an outlandish and peculiar feeling
of...*attraction*.

She ogled the object silently feeling an outstanding enthrallment, the corner of her mouth
tinkling in an attempted to a smile, as her eyes shined but at same time darkened, if words could
describe the action.

“Hermione?” Ginny asked tentatively. Hermione’s head snapped to her and she blinked a couple of
times, like she was awakening from a dream. She gazed at the redhead girl and grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry, I was lost for a second there,” she said and her eyes returned to the glass of water, the
awkward attraction gone.

She knew it was a Horcrux. The last one. Her mind began to work very fast, trying to figure out
the pattern behind that- the odd reason that made a simple spell work against it and how she would
destroy it.

*A glass of water.* *Curious, indeed.* *But what does that mean? Nagini was Riddle’s
best friend. The only being that the Dark Lord trusted…*

*Trust…truth…*

*The truth needs to be transparent… crystal...*

*Crystal…crystal like…*

*Crystal like a glass of water...*

*I need…*

*I need to break the trust.*

At that moment, Hermione knew what she had to do: she threw the glass of water against the
wall.

“Hermione!” Ginny yelled in surprise.

The glass of water hit the wall and shattered in small pieces all over the floor- and within
seconds, these pieces began to change-transform- their forms from water and glass to snakeskin
and...blood.

“Argh, gross!” cried Ginny in disgust.

Hermione didn’t say anything but she agreed. The scene in front of them was *really*
gross.

The two girls stayed there, in a tense silence. Now that the danger was gone they realized that
they couldn’t find the words to speak to each other, now that the danger was gone – the awkwardness
settled in immediately. Neither of them appeared to have the will or vigor to do it; at least, not
at the moment.

The stillness was broken when the Infirmary’s door was abruptly opened and Ron, Lupin, and Harry
walked in.

Hermione looked up at the entrance and saw that Harry had a hint of despair in his eyes, a look
that changed into one of relief. Not caring if he may well look sappy or even ridiculous, Harry ran
towards her and took her into her arms, kissing her with a rough, desperate urgency.

“Oh, sweetie! You’re here and OKAY! Oh, I was so afraid…Oh! And James?” he nattered worriedly,
as his mouth left her mouth and he placed sweet kisses across her jaw line and neck.

“He is in the crib, Harry…but, how-”

“Snape,” he answered simply, stopping his ministrations but still holding her, his green eyes
shining. “He appeared near the Burrow saying that the attack was only a distraction that-that
Voldemort only wanted you alone and-” Unable to continue, the dark haired wizard, tightened his
hold on her.

“I’m fine now, Harry.”

*‘Yes, you’re fine now but what about the next time?’* he thought to himself.

Harry was about to say something when he was interrupted by Ron’s voice. “Eww! That’s
disgusting! What the hell is *this?*”

Someone had *finally* noticed Nagini’s *remains*.

Harry let go of Hermione and turned his attention to the young Weasley.

“Ron, what are you- ewwww!”

Hermione shook her head and despite the seriousness of the moment she smiled.

“*This, Ronald,* is Nagini,” she spoke in a lecturing tone.

Harry, Ron, and Lupin focused back on her.

She took a deep breath and told then what had happened.

When Hermione had finally finished her tale, Harry walked towards Ginny, who had remained in
silent since the three men had entered the room, and hugged her.

“I will never be able to repay you, Ginny. Never. I will always indebted to you. You saved the
most important people in my life. Thank you.”

Ginny only smiled and hugged him back.

Hermione witnessed the exchange and couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy forming in her gut She
knew it was wrong. Very wrong indeed. After all, Ginny *had* saved her life but seeing Harry
hugging the red head girl made Hermione feel very uncomfortable.

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*A week later…*

*Grimmauld Place*

Hermione was sitting in her and Harry’s bed, her back against the head of the bed, thinking
about what had happened one week ago, an unread letter in her hands.

She didn’t know exactly why but she was felling uneasy. After the initial shock of Nagini’s
death, she, Harry, and Ron were very happy with the fact that the last Horcrux had been destroyed.
They knew that it was a giant improvement in the war issues and concerns. However, at the same time
this also meant that Harry had nothing more between him and Voldemort- the final battle would be
coming soon. And even if they didn’t talk about that, Ron, Hermione and Harry were scared.

Hermione secretly wondered if Harry was ready for the final straw- and her heart seemed to bleed
when her *brain* answered to that. Simply thinking that Harry might die was what made Hermione
cry. She always reminded herself that she- and everyone else- needed to have faith and hope in
Harry. She felt low and ashamed as she doubted his force.

And a little-but persistent- part of her mind speculated why she had those thoughts- why
suddenly she couldn’t have total faith in him.

However, it wasn’t the only thing that was unsettling Hermione’s sleep. There was also another
matter, something more *private*.

*Ginny.*

Evidently she was happy for being alive and everything else. However, that didn’t mean that
everything would be easy or simple.

Maybe it was a matter of pride. Or shame. Hermione didn’t know. She was angry with herself for
not being strong enough to fight Nagini back. She was angry because her body wasn’t the same before
James’ birth. Okay, Madame Pomfrey said that she would have her “strength” back in a few weeks
but…

What would happen in a few weeks? For sure she didn’t want to be the damsel in distress waiting
for the arrival of her prince charming. Or worse, she didn’t want to be the lady in peril that was
safe by her prince’s *ex.*

*Her prince’s ex.*

Hermione could close her eyes and still be able to see- over and over- the hug between Harry and
Ginny. Perhaps her brain knew it was nothing, however, deep inside her heart she was fearful.

What if Harry decided that she wasn’t good for him? What if he wanted a more athletic girl-
someone more capable in a battle? What if-!

Before she had left Grimmauld Place she and Harry’s “relationship” was based only on sex. They
weren’t really a couple- at least not in the ordinary implication of the word. They simply enjoyed
themselves and any problem- any concern was resolved by sex or at least a rough snog session.

But now…

She wasn’t sure. They slept in the same bed. Everyone saw them as *real* couple. They had a
son! But what were they? They rarely kissed each other, unless in a very special situation, like
Nagini’s death and sex…well, lets just say that Harry and Hermione’s sex life didn’t exist
anymore.

The brown haired girl knew it was her fault. After all, it had been her that had said she wasn’t
‘ready’ to have sex. In the beginning he had tried to win her but now, he seemed not to care
anymore. They were like an old married couple. Except the fact that they weren’t even married. Or
engaged. Or anything.

“What are we?” she asked herself, shaking her head, her eyes looked down at the envelope in her
hands. Sighing deeply, she finally opened it.

“*Dear Hermione,*

*I have started this letter so many times that I wouldn’t be able to affirm* without doubt
how much parchment has been thrown away.

Everytime I would start to write, nothing seemed to be good- to have sense. I’ve been doing a
lot of thinking.

I won’t deny that I still feel hurt-sorrow- for everything that happened but, I can honestly say
that I’m healing.

*Last week’s events made me realize how* *unpredictable life can be and that there are
much more important things in life.*

*That’s why I’m writing this letter. Tomorrow, we’ll have a Hogsmeade day. I’m asking you to
meet me at Hog’s Head (I imagine that it will be better than The Three Broomsticks) so we can
talk.*

*I’ll be waiting for you at 1:00 pm.*

*Ginny”*

Hermione had read that letter almost four times. She really didn’t know what to think. She knew
she had to talk to Ginny but… it was so hard! What did Ginny want to say?

She felt a little uneasy. Harry had told her about the conversation that he and Ginny had had.
He had told her about ‘Ginny’s forgiveness’. He was so happy about that. Hermione was happy
too…well, to tell the truth she thought that the ‘forgiveness’ was a little too fast…too soon.

Hermione finally closed the letter and sighed, putting it on the bedside and then closed her
eyes.

The young witch didn’t know how long she stayed like that- not sleeping but not quite awake,
eyes still closed, until she heard a little giggle accompanied by a very familiar voice.

“Um, little guy, do you think mummy is awake?” Harry asked in a whisper. “Your mummy looks very
pretty when she’s sleeping don’t you think?”

She slowly opened her eyes and gazed at Harry, who was with James in his arms, holding him very
carefully.

“My boys,” she whispered with a wide smile.

“Did we wake you?” Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head. “No, I was only thinking.” She opened her arms to them. “Please, Harry,
let me hold my little boy.”

Grinning like a fool, Harry went to the bed and gave James to her, and then sat at her side.

“He’s so beautiful,” she said with pride, playing with his little fingers. How could she be
angry at this amazing being?

“Yes, he is,” Harry agreed. His eyes then noticed the letter on her bedside. “Did you receive a
letter?”

Without taking her eyes from James, Hermione replied, “Yeah, it’s from Ginny. She wants to meet
me tomorrow- at the Hog’s Head.”

Harry scratched the back of his head, absently. “Are you going to meet her?”

Hermione looked at him. “Yes, I have to. Ginny and I need to settle things. We *need* to
talk.”

Harry shifted uncomfortably but didn’t say anything.

“It won’t be a problem, Harry. It’s safe.” God, she knew him too well! “The bartender is
Dumbledore’s brother! An Order member- or ex-Order member but still!”

Harry bit his lip. “I know...it’s just-”

“Harry, it will be a Hogsmeade day. We know that there will be loads of Aurors and Order
members. McGonagall would never let down the security.”

“Okay.” He sighed in resignation. “But at least let me talk to Remus or maybe I-”

“No!” she interrupted him before he could continue. “You won’t go, neither if you are wearing
your Cloak! Remus, okay but you, no. Sorry.”

He stared flabbergasted at her. “How-”

“I know you too well, Harry Potter!” He grinned. “We’ll be talking mainly about *you*,
Harry. You can’t be there,” Hermione said in a tone that said that the issue was over.

“Okay, okay,” he established. “But there’s something else that I want to talk with you about,
Hermione.” His voice had changed from concerned to serious.

“What? What is it?”

After taking a deep breath, Harry spoke, “I know, Hermione that we already talked about this. I
know that you said you will- you want to fight-”

“Harry-” Hermione began to protest but Harry held up a hand, making her stop.

“Please, let me finish,” he said and she nodded. “I agree that you need to trained- to learn
anything possible about duels, battles and whatever. I know you need to be able to defend yourself
however, Hermione, I want to ask something- not for me, or Ron, or anyone else but for this little
guy in your arms.”

“W-What is it, Harry?”

“When the *day* arrives, and the Final Battle will be inevitable- please, don’t go to the
front line. I’m begging you, Hermione.” His green eyes bored into hers, his voice trembling
slightly. “Of course I have faith that I can win but we don’t know the future. I don’t want my son
to have the same fate I had. If destiny decides that I should not survive- the only thing I can
hold on to is that, at least my son, has a mother.”

Blinking her tears away, a lump in her throat, Hermione was only able to nod weakly.

*****************************************************

*The next day*

*Hogsmeade*

*Hog’s Head*

*02:05 pm.*

“So,” said Hermione after sitting at the table.

“So,” replied Ginny.

“What would you like?” asked the bartender.

“I want a pumpkin juice,” answered Hermione.

“A Butterbeer for me,” said Ginny.

The two girls waited for their orders in silence.

“Oh, come on! We are friends, Hermione!” said Ginny, drinking her Butterbeer.

Hermione only smiled.

“Okay, so let me go first. Well, first, I want to apologize for what I said to you that day. It
was uncalled for. I am really sorry. It’s…it’s…. that I was so angry…so…”

“I understand, Ginny. It’s me who should be saying I am sorry. It was me who betrayed you. But,
I swear, Ginny, I didn’t do this on propose. I didn’t mean to…”

“You didn’t mean to fall in love with Harry,” Ginny said with a smile. “I know. Now, I know. I
won’t say that hurt, Hermione…. however, I think that we can’t throw out so many years of a
friendship because of a boy. Even if this boy is Harry Potter. Of course, it will be a little
difficult for me in the beginning but,” she took a deep breath; I want to be your friend again.
Would you like to be my friend, Hermione?”

With a small voice, Hermione replied, “Yes, Ginny, it would be an honor.”

Hermione and Ginny chatted for hours. They talked about many things. They talked about the war,
Hogwarts and the fact that next year they would be attending classes together. Hermione was ashamed
to think that she thought that Ginny had bad intentions.

*************************************

*The next day*

*James’ bedroom*

“Are you sure you want to do this here? I mean, we could go to the library,” said Hermione for
the tenth time.

“Yes, Hermione,” replied Tonks. “Today is our first training day and to tell you the truth, it
will only be talking.”

“I know, but-”

“Hermione, in a few months you will return to Hogwarts. You won’t have much free time to be with
James. And he is such a sweet kid. If we were using spells or anything like that I would agree with
you but now- let’s stay here.”

“Er, okay,” Hermione responded but deep inside she thought that James was, er, a
*distraction.*

“So, Hermione, let’s begin!” said Tonks very excited. “As you may have already read, it’s really
impossible for you to be a Metamorphous. I mean, a Metamorphmagus like me.”

“Yes, that made me wonder-”

“So,” continued Tonks not paying attention to Hermione’s interruption, “you can’t be a
Metamorphmagus. However-”

“What?”

“*However,* you can be trained with disguise. Let me explain, as you know the real
Metamorphmagus are really rare. You see, it’s kind of a genetic thing. Take my mother’s family, for
example, the Blacks. The Blacks have the Metamorphmagus gene however not all family members are a
Metamorphmagus. There’s basically one in each generation. You see, in my generation, it’s only
me.”

*“*Wow, I didn’t know about that! But thank Merlin, can you imagined if it had been
Draco?”

“Yep, kind of disturbing, huh? Well, continuing- metamorphus it’s a genetic thing. A
*thing* that you don’t have. But, as said before you can learn how to disguise. I am not
talking about wearing a wig and sunglasses! No, I am talking about a *real* disguise. You
know, with potions, spells and everything. We learn how to do this in Auror training. Well, of
course I didn’t need to.”

“Tonks, how *exactly* is this?”

“Well, Hermione, to make things easiest to understand. Learning how to disguise is almost the
same as learning how to be an Animagus. Just, er, a *little* more complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“You see, er, almost no one succeeds in this task. It’s really complicated! But the few ones
that managed to make it were Muggleborns or Half- Bloods.”

“I see.”

“Back to disguise! Like I already said the disguise training is very similar to the Animagus
one. You will have to drink some potions and perform some spells. But before, you will need to find
your *form.”*

“Form?”

“The difference between a disguised person and *me* is that I can change my appearance in
any way *I* want. I can be several different persons. A disguised person can’t. You can’t
choose your appearance. You will have only one appearance (besides your real one, of course) and
even if you hate it you can’t change.”

Hermione was about to say something when James started to cry. God damnit, she really loved her
son but sometimes he was really…annoying.

Without thinking, Hermione raised her wand, pointed it at James and said in an impatient tone,
*“Quietus!”*

“Hermione!” Tonks looked at her in shock. Never in a million years she would imagine that
Hermione would do something like that. Was *that* why she almost never heard James cry?
Merlin! The young Auror knew that Hermione wasn’t herself since James birth but that was-was- she
even didn’t know what to think!

“What?”

“W-What did you just do?”

“Do what?”

“The Silence spell, Hermione! You cast a Silence spell on your son! For the love of Merlin,
please tell me that was the first time!” Tonks cried exasperated, her voice meddling between sorrow
and disappointment.

Hermione didn’t respond but her silence was telling Tonks the awful true*, no*. This was
not the first time she Silencio’d her child.

Tonks went to James and picked him up. She muttered the counter-spell and of course he began to
cry again.

“See! Now, he won’t stop!” cried an exasperate Hermione, the familiar wave of anger boiling
inside her. She took three deep breaths, in an effort to not explode.

Tonks began to rock James in her arms. After a few moments he fell back to sleep.

“Hermione, I think we need to talk,” said Tonks putting James back in his crib.

Hermione only nodded, not trusting herself to say anything. She wasn’t that kind of person that
loses control easily- she never was. She just needed to calm down. *Calm down. Deep
breaths.*

“Hermione, I won’t pretend that I know how difficult it is to raise a child because I don’t. But
I know you can’t simply cast a Silencing charm on your baby when he starts to cry. It’s so wrong,
Hermione; so wrong that I don’t even have any words to describe how awful that is!”

Tonks’ stern tone of voice echoed in Hermione’s head transforming the previous anger to shame.
Unable to look at the Auror in the eyes, Hermione cast her eyes down but Tonks could see the tears
falling.

“Hermione, I don’t know what happened but the thing is, you changed after the snake episode. I
can see that you’re sadder, quieter. You barely talk with the others or me. When you are with James
it’s like he’s an obligation. Please, Hermione, what’s going on?”

“I- I- I don’t know, Tonks. I really don’t know what’s going with me,” she said sobbing. “I love
my son. Please don’t doubt! It’s just- you see, that day in Hogwarts I simply forgot to grab my
wand, I just-”

“You just thought about James. It *is* normal, Hermione. He is your son. You will always
*take* him first.”

“I know, but then when I realized that I couldn’t do anything-”

“Ginny saved you. It’s Ginny, isn’t it? The whole problem is Ginny. You are afraid that Harry
will leave you and start dating Ginny again, right?”

Hermione nodded, biting her lower lip.

“Hermione, Harry loves you. He loves you and your son. If he wanted to be with her, no one,
neither a son would have stopped him.”

“I know, Tonks, but he is so distant these days…he doesn’t touch me or kiss me…”

“But Hermione if I am not wrong it was you that told him that you weren’t prepared to have sex
again.” *Merlin, did everyone in the house hear about that?!*

“I know! But why did he stop trying? If he loves me so much why didn’t he propose to me?”
Hermione blurted, her voice somehow sounding like a dare.

Tonks didn’t know what to say, she smiled sadly and just hugged the young witch.

*********************************************

*Meanwhile in Hogwarts*

*Headmistress’ office*

“Well, Mister Weasley, here we are,” Professor McGonagall was saying, “your very first day in
Animagus Training.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ron managed to say. He was a *little* nervous.

McGonagall looked at him and said, “Today we will only talk, okay?” She didn’t wait for a reply
and continued, “To be an Animagus isn’t an easy task, Mister Weasley. I am sure you know that.”

Ron only nodded.

“To be an Animagus you will need to work with some spells and potions. Mistakes won’t be
permitted. One simple mistake could be disastrous. Not every wizard can be an Animagus, Weasley. Be
sure of that.”

Ron began to wonder if *he* could be an Animagus.

“I know you may be wondering if you can do this,” she said as she could hear his thoughts. “And
I will answer you, *yes.* If I didn’t believe you could be an Animagus I would never call you
here in the first place, Mister Weasley.”

Ron brightened a little.

“You are not stupid, Mister Weasley. On the contrary, you are a very smart young man. You may
not be as dedicated to your studies as Miss Granger, or as powerful as Mr. Potter, but tell me,
*who* is? You just need to believe in yourself. You are the best chess player I have come
across, and this is important Your strategizing skills are superb. And when you concentrate on your
grades, they aren’t bad.”

The redhead wizard didn’t know what to say. It was nice to hear nice things about himself,
especially when they were coming out of the mouth of Minerva McGonagall.

“And I must ask something of you, Mister Weasley.”

“Yes Professor?”

“I don’t want you to ask Miss Granger for help.”

Ron Weasley went pale.

“I want you to do this by yourself, Mister Weasley. I know that asking for Miss Granger’s help
would make things easier but then- it wouldn’t be *your* accomplishment, but hers. I think
it’s about time you showed everyone what you’re capable of without other people’s help.”

The Headmistress stopped for an instant and then continued, “Well, now come with me. I will show
you some books.”

Still smiling, Ronald Weasley followed Minerva McGonagall.

********************************************

*Somewhere near the coast…*

Draco Malfoy observed from his spot near the stairs his mother, Severus Snape and the familiar
Death Eater talking. He was a little confused.

“But I don’t understand what you are saying! Please be clear!” said an exasperated Snape.

“Severus,” replied the person, “as I already said, the *boy* is *wrong.”*

“Okay, you are talking about Potter but- but he is wrong about *what?”*

The Death Eater looked between Narcissa and Snape.

“The Dark Lord was not pleased to hear that Granger and the child were still alive – and worse –
that Nagini had been killed.”

“Obviously! What do you think? Do you think that the Dark Lord would be happy?” Snape snapped
sarcastically.

“Of course not! But he seemed more furious about the child than the *snake*,” the Death
Eater stressed the last word, casting a significant gaze at Snape.

Severus Snape stopped dead.

“I have some suspicions, Severus but either way you *must* prevent him. He, the Granger
girl and the Weasley *are wrong,”* the person said standing up. “I must go; the Dark Lord is
calling me.”

The person was about to Apparate when Narcisa remembered something. “Wait! Your hair!”

The person smiled, shook the head and closed the eyes.

In little time, the hair changed from dark to light brown and the Death Eater Disapparated.

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AN: So, that was chapter 23. I hope you liked it.

At first, I thought about making Harry or Ron kill Nagini but then...Oh well, this way may bring
new and *interesting* possibilities.

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed last chapter.

*~* Oh, and I gave you guys a *big* hint/clue in this chapter....*wink wink*



24. Truths, Lies and Omissions
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**Soul Pieces**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter

AN: This chapter’s events take place between late June and early July and it is Harry’s POV.

Thanks to Acoustics1220 for the beta!

**Chapter 24: Truths, Lies and Omissions**

*Scotland*

*McGonagall’s Manor*

Harry never had the silliest temptation to dream that life-*his* life-could be easy. Since
those old days in Surrey, he had the idea that nothing would be quite *clear* or simple.

He didn’t like to talk about his childhood with *anyone.* He always thought that was
memories that he had to keep to himself-not so little scars that he needed to heal before showing
them.

Obviously on the surface he would never admit to have those scars, or even hold resentment
towards his uncle and aunt. However, if he closed his eyes he could still remember those holidays,
like Christmas and Easter time, where he would be locked up in the cupboard, and having to listen
to Aunt Petunia’s squeals, and Dudley’s complaints about something he didn’t get or disliked.

Evidently his first reaction was envy-maybe even jealousy. However this sentiment wasn’t only
about the presents he didn’t receive or the chocolate eggs he didn’t eat. It was also about the
*concept.*

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were in a *family* celebration.

And he, Harry, had never been a part of it.

Inside the cupboard he liked to wonder about family- his family. He liked to envision *his*
family’s celebrations- a faceless woman and a dozen kids, all that bore a ridiculous semblance to
himself gathered around her. Sometimes they even had a dog; but that didn’t matter. It was him and
*his* family. Everyone was laughing and happy.

Even after he had gone to Hogwarts, Harry liked to think-or rather dream- about that. Of course,
the *magical* bits and pieces were added and the number of children was cut down.

Only the wife had remained faceless. Neither in his short relationships with Cho and (then) with
Ginny had made the faceless wife acquire one.

She only had a face at the last Christmas he partook of. The sad Christmas spent at the Burrow.
It was then when he *knew-* when he finally could see her face.

*Hermione.*

There, any doubt he could still have about his feelings towards Hermione crumbled. He just
*knew* that she was the woman of his life- and he intended to build a family with her...

He just didn’t expect that it would be *so* soon.

The simple fact of having a child- a son- at seventeen – could make him be scared. Well, maybe
scared was a wrong way to phrase it- *aware.* Aware of what would/could happen, about what he
needed to do.

Harry never doubted that Muggle saying, or at least he thought there was *this* saying,
that ‘having a child would change your life forever’; he, also, despite the happiness of being a
dad, never had he been foolish enough to think that it would be easy.

However, he was disposed to try to do his best. Step by step he was willing to make him, James
and Hermione a real family. He would train harder, he would fight better. Intending to never be
those kinds of fathers that couldn’t be able to change a diaper, he promised himself to never let
James or Hermione down.

Evidently he and Hermione were bound to commit errors- big or small mistakes but he wasn’t about
to give up. On the other hand, he wasn’t so sure about Hermione.

Truth be told, Harry could never have imagined how difficult his life with Hermione could
be.

He loved her. He loved her deeply and intended to never again deny himself of that. If he closed
his eyes he could still feel her skin against his-her smell, even though there last time together,
intimately, had been so long ago.

Actually, he had never told her how much he loved her while they were making love. In fact, they
had never made love *after* he confessed his love for her.

He missed her; but not exactly the friend, or even the campaigner. He missed the lover. He
missed her body against his, her smell invading his senses, their naked bodies entwined together.
Harry wasn’t only thinking about the sex- that wasn’t really the important part. He was missing the
intimacy; the kind of intimacy that only lovers can have.

Harry knew that things hadn’t been easy for her. After all, she had to pass a difficult
pregnancy... *alone*. He had hurt her- even if not intentionally- at least twice. Not to
mention that she had almost died twice.

She had almost died twice in less than a year... The simple thought of it made him shiver.

Harry noticed that things began to change between him and her since the Nagini episode, not that
things were great before, though she looked fine, he knew- he sensed that she wasn’t the same
person after James’ birth. It wasn’t something very noticeable- only little attitudes, small
gestures, her temper, her eyes...

However after Nagini everything seemed to have gotten worse. Hermione became more and more
distant. Cold, unbelievably irritated in one moment, and deeply depressed in another. Even with
James she wasn’t the same.

Soon after James was born, Harry had thought about proposing to her, but he hadn’t. First
because he thought Hermione would (wrongly) assume that he only wanted to marry her because of the
baby. The young wizard wanted her to know –with no doubt-that he loved her and wanted to marry her
even if they didn’t have a child together.

However, time passed and everything turned out to be pretty complicated. Hermione didn’t look
herself. She looked lost, strange. It was like a giant gap was forming between them. And before
proposing, Harry knew that he- first- had to *bring back* the old Hermione.

Harry had found out about the S*ilencing charm*. It was a couple of days ago, at night. She
was reading something that Tonks indicated to her when James began to cry. First, she tried to calm
him down but he didn’t stop so, in a sight of defeat, she had cast the charm.

She hadn’t noticed that Harry had witnessed the whole scene.

And, oh boy, how he was angry! How could she? He was about to confront her when he saw she was
crying and talking to James,

“Oh, my little baby…I am horrible! I should never be a mom! I can’t even get you to stop crying.
I wasn’t raised to be a mum, little one. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to act. I am not
like Ginny. I am sure she would be a great mother. She was raised for this. Yes, Ginny would be a
better mother…”

Harry wanted to step out of his dark spot but he couldn’t. Some part of him was still a little
angry with her because of the silence charm.

Maybe another day he would talk to her. Maybe another day.

But days had passed and Harry never mentioned the subject.

****

“Harry? Harry!” Lupin’s voice brought Harry back to reality.

Harry’s head snapped up. “Huh? Sorry, I spaced out. What are you saying?”

“Harry, I was introducing you to your new trainer: Miss Claire Larousse.”

*Oh, Merlin, why? Why? Why her?*

“Hello, Harry,” she said in a low, but clear voice.

“Er…” Harry felt his cheeks becoming very hot.

What he was supposed to say? Merlin, this had to be a joke. A very bad joke. How could he train
with a woman he had shagged? God, it wasn’t right!

“Remus, Alastor,” she said, “I would like to talk with Harry. Alone.”

The two men didn’t say a word; they only nodded and left the room. Harry wanted to leave with
them. God, he wanted to go to China!

“Harry,” she was saying,” I know you may be a little, er, confused-“

“I think *confused* isn’t the right word, *Claire,”* he said looking at her. She was
different from that night at that club but still gorgeous. She was wearing black robes and her hair
was tied in a bun that made her resemble Professor McGonagall.

*Gosh, bad picture, Potter!*

“I know Harry that we didn’t meet in a very orthodoxy way. We can pretend that nothing happened
and that today is the first time we meet. But the truth is, Harry, we *shagged.* We had sex.
Period. Nothing will change this fact. However, things are different now. That night I was a little
*out* of it, if you understand what I mean.”

Harry nodded, even though he *didn’t* understand *exactly* what *out* meant.

“Well, and I did things that I normally wouldn’t do. Well, at least not with a seventeen-year
boy. However, I don’t regret anything. Maybe someday we can talk about that night but not now. I
know that a lot has changed in your life, Harry. I know you are now a father. And I am happy for
you.”

“Thank you, Claire,” Harry said, a little flushed.

“I will try to make this training not uncomfortable for the both of us, Harry. I want you to
have in mind that I am now your teacher. Nothing more, nothing less. We have a mission that is
millions times more important than a silly night in a Night Club. I hope you are mature enough to
deal with this *situation.*”

Harry didn’t know what to say, so he simply asked, “Er, so what will you teach me?”

Smiling, she replied, “I think we should call Remus and Alastor.”

**

“Remus, I just don’t understand why I need *three* teachers. I mean, it’s not that I am
complaining but isn’t this a little too much?” Harry asked.

“Potter,” Alastor Moody groaned, “you need to be trained beyond your limits!”

Harry gasped, his eyes opened wide in horror.

Despite himself, Remus Lupin chuckled at the boy’s face.

“Harry,” Remus began to explain, “You are not an ordinary wizard. You know. We know. Voldemort
knows. But we also know that you are not prepared, at least not entirely. Of course you do things
that most of the wizards can’t do but this isn’t enough.”

“Okay, Remus, but you still didn’t answer me; why three teachers?”

Lupin sighed and answered, “Because of different purposes, Harry. I will continue to train your
defense abilities along with Non-verbal spells and Wandless magic. Claire will do your physical
training and sword fighting-”

Harry cut him off, “Er, what do you mean...*sword*?”

Remus, Moody and Claire exchanged a knowing look. “You’ll see, Harry,” Remus replied with a
smile, “but it will be only after your birthday.” Harry raised an eyebrow at him. “And no, I’m not
telling you.”

Harry didn’t like the answer but nodded either way. Remus continued, “And Alastor-” Lupin looked
at Claire and Mad-Eye.

“He will teach me how to kill,” Harry spoke out, a little colder than he intended.

“Yes, Harry, Alastor will teach you how to kill.”

*******************************

*“Argh!”* *Harry cried in frustration. “I can’t! I just can’t! This is bloody impossible,
Remus!”*

*Remus took a long breath and shook his head.*

*“No, Harry, this isn’t impossible. If it was we wouldn’t be here. You just need to focus.
This chair won’t move if you don’t focus.”*

*Harry looked at the chair, as it was some kind of evil thing. He tried again…and
failed.*

*“Tell me, Remus, if this is so difficult why I didn’t start learning it last year?”*

*Remus sighed. “You weren’t prepared last year, Harry.”*

*“What? I don’t understand what you are saying Remus. Sorry if I’m offending you but it looks
like we wasted time last year.”*

*“No, you haven’t offended me and no, we- you didn’t waste time. Last year you practically
mastered your defense abilities.”*

*“Defense abilities!”* *Harry cried in mock annoyance. “But you all told me that isn’t
enough! Why I-”*

*“You aren’t ready, Harry!” Remus practically yelled, although he didn’t look angry. “You
aren’t ready,” the werewolf repeated in a lower voice. “You needed to heal first.”*

*“Huh?” Harry looked confused.*

*“You needed to grieve, Harry. You needed to grieve properly. Not for Dumbledore’s death but
Sirius’ also. Magic is a very complex thing, Harry.”*

*“I still don’t understand. I didn’t spend last year mourning their deaths-” Despite himself,
Harry flushed when he thought about what he *did* do the year before.*

*Remus gave him a tiny smile. “To grieve isn’t only about mourning.” He put a hand on Harry’s
shoulder. “You truly accepted that it wasn’t your fault. Even if this acceptance* *didn’t
occur consciously- it did happen. And you needed it. You needed it to go on. To feel guilt, blaming
yourself is a terrible feeling. It is like invisible chains. I’m not saying that you don’t have any
problem right now. We know you have a series of issues to be dealt with concerning a certain
brown-haired witch, but I have faith that everything will work out.”*

*Harry stood in silence for a few moments, without knowing –exactly- what to think about
Remus’ words or if he completely agreed with them. Sighing deeply, he decided it was better to
worry- at least for now- about that damn Wandless magic and the evil chair.*

*“Okay, Remus,” he finally said. “But then can you please explain to me why this is so
fucking-”*

*“Language, Mr. Potter!” Remus said, mimicking McGonagall.*

*Harry snorted. “Why is it so difficult?”*

*“I never said it would be easy, Harry. Wandless magic is acutely connected with the state of
mind. It’s necessary that your mind is focused and, how can I say it – free of stress.”*

*“But Remus if the Wandless magic only works if I am not in a stressful situation-”Harry was
saying but Remus cut in.*

*“That’s why we are training Harry. You are not an ordinary wizard. You have the strength to
do Wandless magic. And I mean* **real** *Wandless magic. Make this chair move is only the
very begin. You have the power to do real magic without your wand. And Claire will help you with it
too. That’s one of the reasons of the physical training. Wandless magic can really weaken your
body. It can practically suck your energy. And we can’t allow it. Otherwise, what would be the
benefit of learning Wandless magic if afterwards you wouldn’t be able to carry on? But don’t worry,
Harry. Today is just the first day. ”*

*“But Remus, how could you be so certain that I can do this?” Harry was beginning to doubt.
Himself.*

*Remus Lupin smirked at the boy. “First, we both know that you ARE powerful. And second, er,
Wandless magic is something, er, you know…genetic.”*

*Harry’s eyes went wide.*

*“Who was it? My dad?”*

*“Yes, your dad.”*

*“Wow, so the ability to do Wandless magic is within Potter’s blood!”*

*Remus shook his head.*

*“No, Harry. It wasn’t the Potters.”*

*“I don’t understand. You said-”*

*“I said your father, Harry. Not the Potters. Your father was a Potter because his father was
a Potter but, of course, his mother wasn’t.”*

*“Oh! So, it means that this power came from my grandmother.”*

*“Yes, your grandmother.” Remus stopped and scratched the back of his head, as if he was
considering something. “Harry, what do you know about your family?”*

*“Not much, I admit. Better, almost nothing. I never had the real opportunity to talk about it
with Sirius, Dumbledore or even with you. I know that my dad was a Pure-Blood and that Potter is an
important name in the Wizard World-” He smiled a little embarrassed. “You know, after my second
year I thought I could have a-er...I thought Godric Gryffindor could have been my ancestor or
something like that.”*

*“Oh?” Remus’ eyes sparkled but Harry didn’t notice.*

*“Yeah.”* *The young wizard shrugged. “But I found nothing.”*

*“You know, Harry, your mum was a very bright witch and sometimes her- and Dumbledore’s mind-
worked in a very, let’s say, unique way.” He shook his head. “But we have other issues here, don’t
we? Now, let’s try again! I want to see that chair, at least, stir, Potter!”*

*England*

*12 Grimmauld Place*

Harry was tired. Remus was right, Wandless magic could really suck your energy.

The young wizard found Hermione feeding James in their bedroom. When she saw him entering the
room, Hermione quickly covered herself, forbidding him from seeing.

“Harry!” she cried indignantly. “You should have knocked!”

Harry sighed, closing his eyes briefly.

“Why, Hermione? This is my bloody room too! Merlin! Every time is the same thing! Okay, if it
was Ron or Remus I’d understand, but it’s me!”

“I- I t-thought y-you understood,” she whispered between sobs.

Harry took a deep breath, shaking his head He was too tired to fight.

“Right, Hermione. I am sorry, okay? Next time I will knock. But tell me, how was your day?” he
asked sitting on their bed.

“Oh, it was good,” she replied, wiping her eyes, a small smile began to play at the corner of
her lips. “Tonks brought the ingredients for the potion-”

“Potion? What Potion?”

“The disguise potion, you silly!”

“Oh. This means-”

“Well, this is only the first part. Tonks said that this potion will make me dream, you
know?”

“Dream? Dream about what?” asked Harry, a little confused but truly interested.

“Faces, random faces. My body will start to choose a *form* for me.”

“Wow, that’s cool, Mione!” Harry said, taking James into his arms.

“Yep!” She nodded fiercely, beaming. Harry looked at her and smiled back, his chest a little
less tight. *She’s so beautiful when she’s smiling like this.* “Now, tell me, how was your
day?”

“Exhausting but good,” Harry answered without giving many details.

“Tonks told me that you probably have a new teacher-”

*Damn Tonks!*

“Oh, yeah. Professor Larousse. It’s alright,” he said, trying to not look-or sound- tense.

“*What* is alright?”

“Professor Larousse. Professor Larousse is alright.”

“What is he teaching you?”

*He?* *She thinks Professor Larousse is a ‘he’…*

“Physical training and sword fighting.”

“Wow. Tonks said it’s important to have physical training. She said that in a few weeks I would
start physical training too.”

Harry went pale, his hands began to sweat.

“Er, what do mean *physical training?* With Professor Larousse?”

“Oh, no! With Tonks. Ron will train with me too,” she explained. “I think your training will be
a *bit* harder, and you have this Sword training too...” She grinned. “I think Professor
Larousse will be all yours.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess. Er, and what about Ron? I didn’t see him,” Harry changed the subject
quickly.

“Well,” Hermione replied, “I think his Animagus training isn’t going very well. Apparently he
didn’t read all the books Professor McGonagall told him to and, it seems, that he couldn’t make his
first potion-”

“You could help-”

“No, Harry, he has to do this by himself. I know he can. He just needs to focus- and- think less
about Quidditch,” she said and then changed the subject, “Ah, tell me how is McGonagall’s manor!
Tonks told me that’s the new-”

“Yes, that’s the new Order’s Headquarters. It is a fine place. Bigger than here. It has a
backyard like the Burrow.”

“Tonks said that Mad-Eye is the Secret Keeper,” Hermione told Harry.

“Yes. And we aren’t able to Apparate there but we can Disapparate. You know, in case of an
ambush.”

“Oh, yeah! Tonks said-”

“Merlin, Hermione! All you’ve said is *Tonks said! Tonks told me!”* Harry exclaimed in
annoyance.

Hermione stared at him in surprise, looking slightly hurt. “Harry, she is the only person I talk
to.”

“What do you mean by that? *I* talk to you. Ron talks to you.”

“You are right Harry. You talk *to* me not *with* me. Now it’s the first time we are
really talking in weeks, Harry! I know this isn’t your fault. I know you have to train but it’s the
truth.” Hermione’s voice sounded sad but not angry.

“Sorry, Mione. Do you forgive me?” he asked with puppy eyes.

“How could I not?” She smiled, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Oh, Harry, can I borrow
Hedwig?”

“Sure, do you want to send a letter to Luna?” he asked as he played with James little
fingers.

“Oh, no! It’s for Oliver. He-” Hermione was saying when Harry abruptly interrupted her.

“What? Wait a minute! You are sending a letter to *Oliver? As in Oliver Wood?”* he nearly
shouted, his blood boiling.

“Of course, Harry! He sent us a letter of congratulations. You know, because of James-” Hermione
commented absently.

“Ah, how *nice* of him!” Harry said with groan.

“Harry, please don’t tell me you are jealous of Oliver!” Hermione’s voice was stern but you
could see that her eyes were sparkling.

“No. I’m not jealous, I just happen to think that him sending letters to you is a bit much! What
did he want? Maybe he wants another chance!”

“Harry!” Hermione cried, fighting the urge to not laugh.

“Now, as the last straw you would say that Viktor is sending letters too!”

At that moment, Hermione’s smile seemed to be ripped of her face. She was angry.

“You want the truth, Harry?” Hermione was yelling now. “Yes! Viktor is still writing me letters!
He is my friend, you know!”

“Oh, *Her-**mi- own- nini,* this isn’t a problem for you, right? After all, *I*
was your *friend* and I *fucked* you!” Harry shouted back, without really thinking. “Oh
god, I am so sorry-”

With angry tears falling from her eyes, Hermione stood up and left the bedroom without saying a
word.

Harry closed his eyes in despair for a minute. Then, he opened them again and looked at his son
who was smiling innocently at him.

“Oh, little one, I think your dad made a huge mistake.”

*Lily Potter was packing when her husband came and questioned her, “Lil, do you think it’s
saved? I mean, I could-”*

*“No,” she said e*xasperatedly*, “you know that it has to be me, James. How many times do
I have to say it?”*

*James Potter ran a hand through his hair and sighed.*

*“Lil, I know. But you can’t ask me to be here with Harry waiting for you…”*

*“Yes, James, it’s exactly what you have to do. You can’t go, love. I am sorry.”*

*“But Lily we know who is there and…and…you are a Muggleborn!”*

*“Yeah,” she whispered, tears falling from her emerald eyes, “I know. And that’s what makes me
less important than you…and Harry.”*

*“Lily! I am sure Filius-”*

*“You know what you are, James. I am only a Mudblood with green yes. Lovely green
eyes.”*

*Blur*

*Darkness*

*A baby.*

*“Please, not Harry! Not my Harry!”*

*A green light*

“Nooo!”

Harry woke up with a jolt, after he heard a scream. Sleepy and lightly confused, he took his
glasses and put them on. And from the couch where he was laying he saw Hermione crying in her
sleep, her body, soaked wet in cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably against the bed’s sheets.

AN: Well, that’s chapter 24. I hope you liked it.

Now, just a few things:

* You may be wondering why Remus didn’t say anything about Claire. Does he know who is she? Yes,
he does- also Tonks. Why didn’t they tell Hermione? You’ll see. And don’t forget- this chapter was
Harry’s POV. We don’t know what Remus was thinking. ;-)

* The last chapter *clue/hint* was about the Death Eater identity AND what’s *really* going
on with Hermione...

I was a little surprised that NO ONE commented about what the Death Eater said. Tst Tst
Tst...

* Oh, and I think next chapter will be a little happier....after all, we deserve a little of
fluffiness, right?*

Thanks to anyone who read and review! :)



25. Calm before the Storm
-------------------------

**Soul Pieces**

*“I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things I've never done before.
I'll never know What made it so exciting;
Why all at once My heart took flight. I only know when he
Began to dance with me I could have danced,
danced, danced all night!”*

*(I could have danced all night- music by Frederick Loewe, sang by Julie Andrews.)*

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn’t mine.

A big thank you to Acoustics1220.

**Chapter 25-Calm before the Storm**

Harry practically jumped from the couch, running towards the bed.

“Hermione! Wake up! It’s only a nightmare!” he hissed hurriedly, shaking her lightly. “Hermione,
love, wake up!”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open, a confused yet painful expression shadowing her features. She
gazed over Harry’s concerned face and touched his cheek tentatively, as if making sure he was
real.

“Love?” he asked uncertainly, his heart arching in helpless despair for seeing her in such pain.
He could see a sadness that he never saw before.

Unable to say anything, the young witch stared into his bright green eyes, the tears falling
faster and faster.

With a heavy heart, Harry pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist- holding
tight.

“Mione, love-”

“Oh, Harry! It was horrible!” She sobbed, hugging him tightly, totally forgetting that they were
not talking with each other.

“Shhh, sweetie, it’s okay now,” he whispered against her soft hair, drunk from the scent of her
shampoo. She felt so good in his arms. “Do you want to talk about this?”

Hermione shook her head against his chest.

“Mione, I want to say that I am sorry,” Harry said quietly, “I am sorry for what I said earlier.
I am really sorry. I was just so jealous!”

Hermione lifted her head, looked at him and smiled timidly.

“I know, I am sorry too. I should have told you about Viktor’s and Oliver’s letters.” Still
gazing at him, she blinked her tears away, her lips trembling slightly. “I-I don’t know what’s
happening to me, Harry. I-I d-don’t feel like myself anymore; I-It is like I am someone e-else- a
stranger...” She sniffed.

“Hermione, love, you know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” Harry asked softly, trying to
hide the immense concern in his voice.

He knew that was something *was wrong* with her. And he would do *anything* to spare
her of pain.

“I-I can’t understand myself anymore!” she cried frustrated. “I-I felt –I-I feel so much
anger...I-I can’t barely control my emotions...J-James...I love him. You have to believe me, Harry!
I love my son so much but-”

“I know you love him, Hermione but *what?”*

“Y-You will probably h-hate me...” She looked down.

Harry put a finger under her chin and lifted her head, making her look at him again. “I would
never hate you.”

“I-I c-cast a Silencing Charm on him!” She started to cry harder. “I-I am h-his m-mummy a-and
I-I...Oh! I am so horrible! I-I will understand i-if you don’t want me anymore-”

“Hermione, love, I would never-”

“...i-if y-you decided that-that I-I am n-not g-good e-enough for you a-and J-James!”

Looking serious at her, he gently cupped her face and murmured, “Never say that you aren’t good
enough for me...or anything else. If there is someone who isn’t good enough is *me*.” His
fingers began to gently caress her wet cheeks. “You are the woman of my life. I love you with all
my heart. I-I love you much that it almost hurts.” He sighed softly, never letting go of her gaze.
“W-what you did...the c-charm was a horrible thing, yes. But I would never *hate* you for
that. Everything is new to us...r-raising a child isn’t like reading a book, love. We are bound to
make mistakes.” He smiled at her. “The most important thing is that we stay together-helping each
other.”

“I-I know...m-my hearts knows it b-but...I-I can’t understand myself anymore. A-And this
v-voice...”

Harry slid his hands down to her shoulders; the worry was now evident in his expression. “What
voice?”

“T-The voice inside my head...It says dreadful, hurtful things...i-it makes me feel so much
anger...a-and the h-headache...”

Harry felt his head spin, a sense of dread washing over him- even if he didn’t know exactly
*why.*

*Something* wasn’t right.

“Have you told anyone else about it?” he asked quietly. “Madam Pomfrey? Or even Tonks?”

“N-No.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “D-Do you think I am going crazy, Harry?” Hermione’s
eyes were staring into his, a despairing plea in her eyes. “I-I know that I’m not being
*possessed-”* Harry felt his body tense. “I know it is *impossible*. I never had any
*contact* with any *part* of Voldemort or something like that...I am scared, Harry.”

*Yes, she was right. It was* **impossible ***for Voldemort...*

“Everything will go alright, love,” he assured her, smiling. “You are not crazy and most
important- are *not* being possessed.” His fingers began to travel up and down her bare arms.
“For now, we will sleep. We can have a talk with Remus...um, or maybe Madam Pomfrey. Yeah, Madam
Pomfrey is better.” He pushed back a stray hair that had fallen over her face. “Now, let’s sleep.
Are you sure you are alright?”

She nodded. “Yes, I’m feeling better now.” She bit her bottom lip, like she was a little unsure
about something. “H-Harry?” she asked quietly.

“Yes?”

“C-Can you sleep with me?”

Harry grinned broadly. *Yes!* He wanted to shout aloud, but instead he said quietly, “I
would love to sleep with you.” Hermione smiled sweetly. “Just let me put on a shirt. I’m only
wearing my boxers and I know you don’t-” he was saying as he started to leave the bed but Hermione
stopped him.

“Don’t!” she cried firmly and Harry raised an eyebrow at her, making the young witch blush
crimson. “I mean- of course you *can* put a shirt on...I mean- if you ...*you want*? I-I
am just saying...I mean- I know you like to sleep shirtless an- oh well- but I underst-”

Harry put a finger on her lips, making her stop. “You are babbling, love.” He was grinning like
a fool. “If you want to see my bare chest just ask!” he said playfully.

“I-I just miss- miss your skin,” she whispered, the blush still on her cheeks.

Without saying a word, Harry tugged them into the covers, and then pulled her next to him, his
arms wrapped around her.

“I love you, never doubt that, Mione,” he whispered, stroking her soft brown locks.

“I love you too, Harry.” She breathed contently against his chest, just before letting sleep
come over her.

And before he could sleep himself, Harry just listened- and felt to her heart beat as an idea
began to form in his mind

***

The next morning, Harry woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. Hermione lay fast
asleep on her stomach beside him, her arms tucked under her pillow and her hair spread out wildly
across her bare shoulders and back. Her face was turned toward him, smiling in her sleep.

Merlin, how he had missed to sleep with Hermione like that! It hadn’t been necessary to have sex
or even a heavy snog- No, just skin touching, her form, her sweet rhythmic breathing....

With arms protectively holding her sleeping figure, Harry started to slowly open his eyes
and...

“ARGH!” A pair of bugger blue eyes was staring intensity at him. Harry stood up very quickly,
almost knocking Hermione out of the bed in the process. “What the hell-!” he cried again, trying to
get his glasses from the bedside table.

“What’s...Harry?” Hermione asked sleepily, stretching her arms like a lazy kitten, eyes half
opened. “Oh. Hi, Winky.”

Unable to stop himself, Harry groaned. Now, with his glasses on, he could actually see the
little House-elf; standing (practically) in the middle of the bed. “What do you want, Winky?” he
asked, not bothering to sound *nice.* Hermione shot him a disapproving look, which he decided
to ignore.

“Wincky is sorry, sir. Winky not want to bother Harry Potter, sir!” Winky squealed, tears
starting to flow out her eyes. “Winky is very sorry! Please forgive Winky!” And she began to hit
herself in the head but Hermione caught her arm, making her stop.

“Stop, Winky!” the young witch cried. “Harry isn’t mad. You just scared us. That’s alright.” She
gave the little elf a reassuring smile, hitting Harry’s hips with her elbow. “*Right,*
Harry?”

“Ouch!” he cried, rubbing his hip. “Yeah, I’m not angry, but do you want something, Winky?”

“Oh Thank you sir!” she squealed. “Mister Remus asked to call Master Harry and your Herminee.
Mister Remus want talk to you two, and Weezy. They is in the kitchen.”

Harry and Hermione exchanged a not worried but confused glance. “Right,” Harry said. “Please,
Winky tell Remus that we’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Winky bowed, and before disappearing in a pop, said, “Oh, little master James is already
awake.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile.

***

*Grimmauld Place**, kitchen*

“Finally!” Ron exclaimed playfully from his seat as Harry and Hermione, and James, who was in a
baby car, entered the kitchen. “What took so long? *Naughty* night?”

Hermione glared but didn’t comment, which Harry was really glad for. It was too early for a
Ron/Hermione argument.

“So, Remus, what do you want to talk about?” asked Harry, taking his seat at the kitchen table.
He couldn’t help but smile at the happy face of his son.

Remus grinned, watching the two Potters. “He is day by day more like you,” the werewolf
commented, smiling.

“Yeah, and I guess his eyes are turning green after all,” Harry replied proudly. “The hair is
mine, no question on that.”

“And you *had* doubts?” Hermione, Ron and Remus said in unison. They all laughed.

“Okay, *children.”* *Remus* sobered. “I want to talk with you three about the
Order.”

“Did something happen, Remus?” inquired Hermione in a concerned voice.

“No,” said Remus with a smile, “nothing happened. I, well, Professor McGonagall and Alastor just
want to ask you three something.”

“Oh, what is it?” asked Harry.

“They, well, we want to know if you want to join the Order of Phoenix.”

“Blimey!” cried Ron excitedly. “Of course we want!” He suddenly looked down, his ears red. “But,
er, my mum-”

“That’s okay, Ron. We had already talked with Molly. There’s no need to say that she didn’t like
it very much, but- she talked with your father and, well, you are eighteen, so- It’s your
decision.”

Ron Sighed with relief.

“And you, Harry?” asked Remus.

“Yeah, Remus! Of course!” said Harry just excited like Ron.

Only Hermione didn’t say anything. She seemed to be in deep thought. Noticing that, Remus asked
the girl, “And you, Hermione? Don’t you want to join the Order?”

“No, it’s not that. **Of** course **I** want to join the Order but…” she sipped her
coffee. “It’s just- Why not before? Why not last year? We were all here, and- It’s just
curious.”

“Always the bright one!” Remus smiled appreciatively at her, and Hermione blushed a little.
“When Albus died we were lost, Hermione. We had to adjust our framework, you know?”

The brown eyed witch nodded.

“We signed up new members- our ‘job’ was basically on the background. And you three, one way or
another, were saved.” He looked briefly at Harry, who nodded- he and Remus had had almost the same
conversation the day before. “You were away from the spot light- and quite frankly you weren’t
ready.” Hermione sighed, looking briefly at James. *Yes, last year was complicated.* , “But
now, it’s different. You are returning to Hogwarts. You have a right to know what is happening, who
are our allies and our enemies- the Order efforts. ”

“I understand Remus.”

“So, next Saturday we are going to the Headquarters. We have a meeting. You three will be
introduced to the others and vice versa.” Remus stood up from his chair, looking at Ron and
Hermione. “I have to do a few things before our training.” He smiled. “And you still have to feed
James, right?” Hermione nodded, a little flushed. Remus turned to Harry. “Moody is probably waiting
for you at the Headquarters,” he said, and was about to walk away when he heard his name
called.

“Remus! May I have a quick word with you?” Harry asked, ignoring Ron and Hermione’s curious
glances.

*******************************

*Three days later*

*Friday Night*

Harry was pacing in Grimmauld’s living room. Remus didn’t say a word. Ron...

“Mate, you’re going to make a hole in the floor!” Ron commented exasperatedly, shaking his head.
He had never seen his bet mate like that. “She’ll be here in a minute. You know how weird girls
are!”

However, Harry wasn’t really listening- his eyes were fixed on the stairs. Harry was starting to
doubt if that was a good idea at all. What was he thinking when he asked Remus to help him in a
‘romantic date with Hermione’? At such a time time, it seemed to be a great idea but now...Oh,
Merlin, his stomach was making strange loopings- his heart beating fast.

It was one of those times when you can’t wait to come but when the day actually came- you want
to go back in time! He had to agree that Remus and Tonks had done almost everything- they picked up
new clothes and found a nice and romantic place where Harry and Hermione would have their date.
Harry only help with the money, which wasn’t a small amount.

Those three days had passed in a blink- so fast! Hermione was still having problems sleeping,
but she didn’t tell him what was troubling her. On a happier note, he and she seemed to be fine, at
least. There had been some little discussions but nothing very serious- *thank Merlin!* The
main one was about Ginny...

Yes, Ginny. Harry had no idea who was the smart one that permitted- or better- *agreed*
that Ginny should start to do physical training with him and Claire (*er, Professor
Larousse*...). Of course, it didn’t take a genius to know that Hermione wouldn’t be happy.

And she wasn’t indeed.

‘*If she got pissed with Ginny ...* I don’t even want to SEE what would happen if she found
out about Claire!’ Harry thought dreadfully. ‘I ***have** to tell her...*’

Harry shook his head to vanish his thoughts- now wasn’t the time.

“Ron, do you think I’m alright?” he finally asked.

“You are s*ma*s*hing*, Harry, my friend!” Ron replied, rolling his eyes.

“Ron, you are not helping!” Harry cried exasperated.

“You are *fine*. And this is Hermione, after all. She won’t see anything new, right?” Harry
glared at his red head friend. “*But*, of course, these clothes are pretty-er- good. This
Armario fellow is good.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “Armany, Ron! Arma-” He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes
staring at the angel walking down the stairs.

*Hermione...*

She looked amazing, simply gorgeous in a long silk tangerine dress.

“Harry?” she asked tentatively. Tonks was by her side, smiling proudly.

Harry stared at her, mouth hanging open for a few seconds, before finally managing to say,
“Wow!” He put his hands on her hips, looking over her slim body. “You look amazing. Beyond
gorgeous!”

Hermione looked down, shyly; her cheeks reddening. “You look handsome too, Harry,” she
whispered, after looking at his nice black trousers and dark grey shirt.

Harry, then, leaned towards her and kissed Hermione softly on the lips. Not caring about the
other people in the room, Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist, and he brought her closer
to him, deepening the kiss.

A throat being cleared broke the embrace. Red as tomatoes, they looked at Remus.

“Sorry,” they apologized together.

“Okay, okay!” the werewolf said, smiling. “Now, you better hurry. The Muggle cab will be here in
a few minutes.”

“Oh, right!” Harry said, taking Hermione’s hands. “Thanks for everything, Remus.” He turned to
Tonks. “Tonks.”

Before Tonks or Remus could say anything, Hermione spoke out, biting her lower lip, “Is it
really alright with the two of you to watch over James?

Tonks grinned. “He’s a nice boy. Don’t worry, Hermione.”

“And he’s already sleeping,” added Remus.

“Yeah, I know- but this is the first time I’m leaving him...and maybe he could wake up and feel
alone and-” she was babbling.

“You don’t have to worry, Hermy!” Ron said, receiving a glare from the young witch, which he
chose to ignore. “James will be alright. If he wakes up, Uncle Ron here can tell him a few
*funny* stories about his parents, Uncles Fred and George...”

“Ronald Weasley!” Hermione cried, exasperated. “No *colorful* language in front of
James!”

Ron held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay! But he is only a baby, you know!”

“A baby can understand *everything!* Even from the mummy’s tummy!”

“Oh, if it’s the way you are saying, he is already *compromi*sed,” Ron replied, not being
able to control himself.

Hermione *and* Harry narrowed their eyes at him. “What did you say, Ronald?”

“Well, the period he was in *your* tummy he only had *Loony* to listen-” He brought a
hand quickly to his mouth, realizing what he had just said. “Oh, Merlin, I’m so sorry! I
didn’t-”

Hermione walked towards him, and kissed Ron on the cheek, smiling softly. “That’s alright, Ron.”
He nodded.

“We better be going, luv,” Harry said, taking her hand again.

They bid their good-byes and then finally left.

*****

*Zafferano*

*15 Lowndes Street**, Knightsbridge,*
London.

Harry and Hermione were sitting at the best table of a rather fancy Italian restaurant.

“Harry, this is the best Italian restaurant in the whole London!” Hermione hissed. “And it’s one
of the most expensive too! You shouldn’t-”

Harry took Hermione’s hands into his own. “I know all this Hermione- and all the money of the
world wouldn’t be enough to show my love for you, sweetheart.” He brought her hand to his lips,
kissing her palm gently. “Let’s talk about more pleasant things-” He pushed a stray hair away from
her face. “-like *you.”*

Hermione blushed deep red, but didn’t look down. “You never speak like that, Harry,” she
whispered.

Harry let go off her hand, a little alarmed. “Why? Am I too *forced?* Don’t you like it?”
he asked frantically. “This night is for you-”

Hermione caressed his face. “Everything is perfect, Harry. Thank you.”

“Good, good,” he blurted relieved. “Bill told me-”

“What?” Hermione interrupted him. “Bill? Bill W*ea*s*ley*?”

Harry flushed, embarrassed. “Er, he gave me some *romantic* lessons,” he stammered.

“Oh, Harry!” Hermione cried, her eyes tearing.

Harry began to panic, not knowing what to do. “Oh god, please, Hermione, you don’t have to cry!
I didn’t mean-”

“Oh, Harry,” she whispered, wiping her tears with a tissue. “I’m crying because I’m happy! You
are wonderful, you know that?”

“Er, right,” he said, dumbstruck. “If you-”

“Sir,” the waiter interrupted him, “have you already decided?”

Harry looked at Hermione, who nodded. “Yes, thank you,” he replied. “We would like a Caesar
salad for our entree.” He paused briefly. “And then, I would like a *Cannelloni al salmone.*
The lady would like a *Conchiglione al sugo.”*

“Wonderful choices, sir,” the waiter commented respectfully, “and for drinking?”

“We would like some Wine.”

Hermione cleared her throat politely. “Actually, I would like a glass of water.”

“Hermione-”

“Harry, I *can’t* drink alcohol.” Harry looked at her confusedly. “I’m still breast
feeding,” she explained in a low voice.

“Oh!” he said in understanding, turning his attention to the waiter. “The wine is only for me
then.”

The waiter nodded briefly. “That’s alright, sir,” he said before leaving.

**

While drinking and eating, Harry and Hermione talked about almost everything but the war. They
flirted, exchanged sweet words- they did what almost all *normal* couples usually do. Harry
felt a lightness in his chest. He was happy- and seeing Hermione’s bright eyes shining at him made
his beating heart melt joyfully.

“You are making me feel almost normal, Harry,” she said. ‘If only I could know what is happening
to me...”

He shook his head as he suddenly remembered something. “You know, when I was kid, in Surrey, I
remember aunt Petunia talking with uncle Vernon about a neighbor. T-This neighbor had just given
birth but she wasn’t feeling right. She was with a disease, I think. Um, I don’t remember...it was
some kind of depression...”

“Post-partum depression,” Hermione whispered. “D-Do you think so, Harry? D-Do you think that
maybe I-?”

“We will talk with Madam Pomfrey.”

“It’s a very hard disease. My mum once told me-” she looked down.

“Hermione, that’s alright let’s not talking about sad things.”

“I know...it’s just- I miss them, you know? Even with everything my dad had said- telling me if
I crossed the front door I wouldn’t be his daughter any more- I *mi*ss them.”

The waiter, who was bringing their desserts, impeded Harry from being able to comment anything
to that. However, he thought to himself, ‘*I need to talk to a certain Mr. and Mrs. Granger.’*
That very thought brought an unpleasant sensation to his stomach: talking to the Grangers also
meant telling them that Hermione had had a child- and *he* was the father! But now, he had
*another* thing to do.

*Oh boy...*

*

Hermione was eating her Chocolate mousse in silence, glancing at Harry, who was awfully quiet
and- nervous. The night had been wonderful until then- truly; she never had felt so happy, so
loved.

“Harry?” she asked tentatively. “Is everything alright?”

Her voice seemed to bring him back to reality. He shifted, a little uncomfortable in his chair,
before he began to speak in an oddly formal voice, “You know I love you with all my heart, don’t
you? You are my everything. Without you I would be nothing- probably dead.”

“Harry-”

“Please, let me finish.” Hermione nodded, and he continued, “I took so much time to realize it-
to realize this love inside my body- my soul...I-I made stupid decisions- I hurt you...but I never
*never* stopped loving you, even if I didn’t even know that.” He sighed deeply. “James...I
won’t say it wasn’t a surprise- because it was. However, everytime I look at his smiles,
giggles...god, I love him with all my heart.” Harry took a large drink of wine before standing from
the table and then knelt in front of Hermione. “Hermione-“

The brown haired witch brought a hand to her mouth, happy tears began to fall from her beautiful
eyes.

“Hermione,” he said again, “I love you more than my own life. You gave me love, a son...a reason
to live.” He put a hand on his trouser front pocket, taking out a small blue velvet box.
“Hermione-”

“Oh god...oh god...”

“...Jane...”

“Oh god...Oh god...”

“...Granger...”

“Oh god...Oh god...”

“would you like to be my wife?”

“Oh god...Oh god...Yes! Yes! Yes!” Hermione cried happily.

Harry smiled relieved- not that he thought that she would say no- but...er, *you never, know
right?*

Hermione opened the box tentatively. “Sweet Merlin, Harry!” she gasped.

“D-Do you liked it?”

“It’s gorgeous...”

He took the platinum diamond solitaire ring from the box. “Here, let me put it on you...” And he
carefully slipped the ring on her **finger.** Hermione looked at her hand in amazement, before
whispering softly, “It’s beautiful...You can’t imagine how happy you make me.”

“Um, you can show this *happiness* by kissing me...” He smirked slyly.

“Oh, you big-” But then Hermione was interrupted by Harry’ lips. Instinctively, she wrapped her
arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her; his arms around her waist, fingers caressing her
lower back. His mouth traveled from her mouth, to her jaw-line as he began to place small, soft
kisses on her face and collarbone, not caring if they were in a public place.

*Merlin, he loved her...*

They kissed for a good minute or so when Hermione finally broke the embrace, breathing heavily.
“Harry...let’s dance!”

“Er...love...but you know I don’t know how to-”

“Oh, Harry!” she looked at him with puppy eyes. “I’m so happy! J-Just this time! Please!”

“Okay,” he gave in, grinning. *How could he say no?* “Let’s go dance!” And they walked hand
in hand towards the dance floor, where a slow italian song was being playing by the orchestra.

**

“Thank you,” Hermione whispered into his ear, burying her face in his neck. “I love you.” She
brought her fingers up and pushed them into the hair at his nape.

Harry felt a shiver go up his spine as he felt Hermione’s fingers in his hair. Smiling slightly,
he bent forward so that his face was pressed against her curls, his lips moving slightly against
her skin as he whispered back, “I love you too.” He kissed softly behind her ear. “I love you
too.”

Their bodies danced together in a sensual embrace, His hands traveling down her back, her hips
pressing against his lower body...

Merlin, he wanted her right then, and he literally, had to keep himself in check so as to remain
a gentleman and just enjoy the dance.

*+++++*

*Well that was* chapter 25...a little happier, huh? I hope you liked it.

But beware of the title!

*Oh,* someone actually realized what’s going on with Hermione. :)

Um, and just more one thing: this fic has **nothing** to do with Belong to Nowhere, okay?

Kisses!

Sweet-Lemmon

The dress:
http://www.simplydresses.com/dresses/detail.cfm?key=136615&v=PD&cat=editors_picks

The ring: http://www.jewelryexpert.com/catalog/graphics/Diamond-Solitaire-Ring-3.GIF



26. Life isn't a fairy tale
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**SOUL PIECES**

**Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.**

AN: So sorry for the delay. It’s a Filler but necessary Chapter. Like always thank you so much
acoustics1220 for all your help. I hope you guys like it.

**Chapter 26: Life isn’t a fairy tale**

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*“You won’t believe it, James,” began Sirius Black in a* Whiny tone of voice, “that toad of
my brother wanted to talk with me!”

*James Potter looked at his friend in surprise. Lily stopped her reading and* also
*looked up at Sirius.*

*“Regulus?* *What did he want?” James asked.*

*“Oh, well, I didn’t really listen to him. I made him leave my home!”*

*“Sirius!” cried Lily in annoyance, “Why did you do that? He’s your brother!”*

*“He is a bloody Death Eater, Lily!”*

*“…Still!”*

*“Lily-” James started, Sirius interrupted,* “However, he mentioned one thing before
Disapparating that made me wonder.”

*“What did he say, Pad?” asked James.*

*“He said ‘Horcrux’.”*

*James’ eyes opened wide.*

*“Do you think-”*

*“I don’t know, James.”*

*Lily looked between the both of them in confusion.*

*“What are you talking about? What is a Horcrux?”*

*“Don’t you know what a Horcrux is?” asked Sirius in disbelief, almost tea*sing.

*“Obviously not!”*

*“She is a Muggleborn, Sirius. This isn’t something we learn at Hogwarts.”*

*Sírius nodded, and then explained everything he knew about Horcruxes.*

*“Oh, my!* *That’s horrible!” exclaimed Lily.*

*“Man,” commented James, “you really know about this stuff.”*

*“Prongs, my dear friend, I am a Black.”*

*“Too true.* *Too true.”*

And with a jolt, Hermione Granger woke up.

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*Saturday Night*

*Headquarters of the Order of the* *Phoenix**,* *McGonagall Manor**,*
*Scotland*

“Harry dear!” cried Mrs. Weasley as she hugged the young dark haired wizard tightly. “How are
you? Look at you, so tall! But definitively skinny! Have you been eating at all? Oh, dear!”

“F-fine, Mrs. Weasley,” he managed to say, not quite sure to which question he should answer
first. “I’m fine, thank you.” Over Mrs. Weasley’s shoulder, he glanced at Hermione. She gave him an
encouraging smile as she held James in her arms, rocking him tenderly.

“Mum! You’re suffocating him!” exclaimed Ron, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, sorry dear!” she said, releasing him. Molly Weasley offered a last beaming look before
turning her eyes to Hermione. “Hermione.” The previous smile, and brightness in her eyes now gone;
her tone wasn’t angry, but not cheerful either. She lips were pursed into a thin line, and her
frown seemed to denote a certain hesitation, like she was conjecturing something. “How are you?”
she asked, her eyes boring into Hermione’s.

Harry gazed worriedly at Hermione, motioning to come to her aid, but before he’d taken a step,
Hermione shook her head almost imperceptivity, her eyes pleading.

He understood what she wanted- what she needed. It was her battle. Harry didn’t have to think
about it, but that would be the first time that Hermione and Mrs. Weasley would meet after...

His face went white as a strange feeling of burning began to creep into his cheeks. Hermione and
Mrs. Weasley hadn’t spoken to each other the day of James’ birth since the young witch was
unconscious during the labor. No...

Harry felt a strong desire to cough, trying to cover his own helpless awkwardness. His eyes
narrowed, the images of Hermione’s last birthday playing in his mind.

*Oh god...*

“I am sorry, Mrs. Weasley.” Hermione’s alto voice caused Harry’s eyes to fly open, and fixed at
the pair in front of him, not paying attention to Ron’s dumbstruck look or the slightly, but still
perceptive smirk on Ginny’s lips. True, he wasn’t aware of her presence until that moment.

“What?” Mrs. Weasley asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“I said I am sorry, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione repeated in a calm and flat tone.

“But...what for?”

Hermione lowered her gaze briefly at her son, before looking up again, and responded with a
slight shrug. “For everything-.”

Molly Weasley opened her mouth, but unable to say anything, she closed it a second later.

“I am sorry for, somehow, having disappointed you,” Hermione continued, her voice serene. “I
know that you have foresight-” She stopped, and bit her lower lip, a simple act that was indicative
to Harry that his fiancée was only faking calmness. “I know you have always desired this big and
happy Weasley family. I know that it would be superb for many a witch to have the
*boy-who-lived* as their in-law.”

“Hermione dear-”

“Please, let me finish, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione said, and Mrs. Weasley nodded. “I know that we,
Harry and I, hurt your daughter’s feelings, and-” She stopped as a blush started to creep its way
to her cheeks, making clear to Harry that the night at the Burrow had just came to mind.

“Mum, Harry and Hermione love each other,” Ron interrupted, speaking in a serious tone. “I’m
really tired of having to go back to this-” He waved his arms into the air. “When James was born I
spoke to you, remember? I asked you to not judge them, especially Hermione. When we went to see
Dumbledore’s Pensieve in the Headmistress’ office, I truly thought you were fine with all this.” He
took a deep a breath. “But now...I don’t understand mum...”

But then, Harry finally understood such suddenly change of demeanor, or maybe opinion, in Mrs.
Weasley.

“Mrs. Weasley? Please tell me you don’t believe- those lies that The Prophet have been
publishing about Hermione!”

Molly Weasley looked to each of the trio nervously, and blinked*.*

Harry ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “*I* love Hermione, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry
spoke with totally conviction, making Hermione smile. “She did not get pregnant on purpose. Merlin,
Mrs. Weasley, until James’ birth, she thought she was going to die!” Mrs. Weasley brought a hand to
her mouth, stifling a gasp, her eyes tearing. “Do you think she would...”

“I-I am sorry, Hermione!” Mrs. Weasley cried out, looking at the brown haired witch. “Please
forgive me once again. Arthur always says that I shouldn’t believe in everything I read!”

“That’s okay, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione responded with a smile.

“Oh! So now let me see this little one!” Mrs. Weasley spoke happily, raising her arms towards
Hermione and the baby, like nothing had happened. Harry and Ron exchanged glances of amusement, but
didn’t comment. “Can I hold him, dear?”

“Of course, Mrs. Weasley.” While the older witch was taking the baby, she saw for the first
time, the bright diamond on Hermione’s finger.

“Oh dear!” she cried, taking the baby into her arms, tears began to fall from her eyes. “You two
are getting married!”

It was like a silencing Charm had been cast in the room; everything went quiet. And Harry
decided that it was one of the most awkward moments of his life, with grit his teeth all eyes in
the room turning to stare at him, as if waiting for some kind of official pronouncement.

It occurred to him that neither he nor Hermione had made any sort of *plan* about how they
would tell everybody else about their engagement. *Heavens, it had been less than twenty four
hours since he had asked her!*

Despite himself, Harry grinned as the memories of the previous night began to *replay* in
his mind. Everything had been so perfectly wonderful that one little part of him was still having a
hard time believing it had really happened.

*Merlin, he loved her.*

They did not have sex; not that that was really important. Remus had even advised him that even
though Hermione’s period of convalescence had already finished, she might not be ready yet. But
with or without Remus’ warning, Harry knew it wasn’t time yet. To make that relationship flow they
needed to take small steps, small steps that they had decidedly ignored in the past.

This time, he would do everything if not perfectly, almost. The first thing he intended to do
the next day would be to talk with Madam Pomfrey about Hermione. If she really had post-partum
depression they would start a treatment straight away.

Indeed, he had wanted to talk with the Hogwarts’ nurse that same day, but Hermione said it would
be better if they went to Hogwarts on Sunday, the day *after* the Order’s meeting. Actually,
she even said that they should spend their Saturday mornings and afternoons just *enjoying*
each other.

It didn’t take five seconds for Harry to agree with her.

“You asked her?” Ginny’s demanding voice broke his reverie. Harry’s head snapped up in her
direction, an eyebrow slightly raised. “Did you ask her?” Ginny inquired again, her voice not
sounding so demanding, but a little shocked, and disappointed.

Harry sighed. *Ginny.* It had been a while since he had been acquainted with the gut
feeling that Hermione’s *uneasiness* towards Ginny had indeed been valid. Yes, maybe he had
been a little too trusting, believing in Ginny’s speech of *‘that’s okay, Harry. Let’s be friends
then. I’ve already moved on.’*

How stupid he had been to not realize that she *hadn’t* moved on? He needed to have a very
serious talk with her- a definitive talk.

“Yes, Ginny,” he replied unequivocally. “And I have never been happier in all my life.” He
smiled at Hermione, who beamed at him.

“Oh.” The redhead girl was incapable of veiling her disappointment.

“Congratulations, Harry,” Mr. Weasley greeted him, standing up and extending his hand to the
young man. Harry then realized that other familiar faces around them were talking excitedly about
the news.

“Thank you, Mr. Weasley,” Harry replied shaking the older man’s hand.

“You did the right thing my boy,” Mr. Weasley said wisely, and they both turned their heads
towards Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, who was still carrying James. Fleur, Tonks, and two other
witches, whose names Harry didn’t seem to remember, were talking excitedly with them. Ginny was
oddly quiet.

“So now our little Harry will be a serious man!” the twins exclaimed in unison, and Harry
grinned.

“Well done, Harry,” Bill also congratulated him.

*“Oh,’arry is so romantic!”* The men heard Fleur squeal delightedly, and Harry felt his
cheeks became warm.

“Mate, that’s not fair! How can the rest of us measure up to that?! A cute baby and a diamond
ring!” Ron exclaimed jokingly, and they all laughed.

**

A few minutes had passed and then someone said that the reunion would finally start. The
Headmistress and Moody were waiting for them in another room.

Harry glanced to Hermione.

“Love, I think we should call Winky. The meeting is about to start.”

“Sure, love.”

“Why do you want to call the house elf, Harry dear?” asked Mrs. Weasley.

“Oh, it’s for James, Mrs. Weasley- for the time we’ll be in the meeting.”

“Oh, dear! Why ever for?!” she exclaimed, looking flabbergasted. “Ginny can watch him, right
dear?”

Ginny forced a smile. “Of course, mum. It’s a pleasure. I can’t participate in the reunion,” she
spoke the last sentence with a hint of bitterness.

“We already talked about it, Ginevra.” Mrs. Weasley’s voice denoted that that particular issue
brooked any more discussion.

Hermione cleared her throat politely. “Um, Mrs. Weasley, it won’t be necessary. Winky
could-”

“Shhh, dear. It’s settled. Ginny will watch James. Oh, look! Remus is calling!”

Harry shifted on his feet, feeling uncomfortable. He knew Hermione didn’t like the idea of Ginny
watching James- in fact; *he* didn’t like the idea at all. However, the young couple knew
better than to argue with Molly Weasley- and it wasn’t the time or the place.

“Oh, alright then,” Hermione agreed, sounding a little dubious. She took James from Molly’s
arms, and began to coo the baby a little. “Are you sure it won’t be a bother, Ginny?” she asked the
younger witch.

“Oh, no!” Ginny dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. “He’s so cute! And besides this way
I can get some practice for when I get married, of course!” she smiled sweetly; maybe *too
sweetly.*

Hermione lips pursed into a thin line, but didn’t reply. Instead, she just looked at Harry and
asked, “Love, can you please re-grow James’ carriage?”

“Oh, I almost forgot!” he exclaimed and within a few seconds, a beautiful baby carriage showed
up in the room.

Hermione smiled appreciatively at him, and then, carefully placed James inside. “Now, little
one...mummy and daddy are going to a meeting okay?” she whispered in a motherly voice. “Just don’t
give too much trouble to *auntie* Ginny.” Hermione looked up at Harry. “We better go.”

“Everyone else is already there.” Harry nodded. “And Ginny...thank you.”

Ginny just gave him a wry smile.

*

Harry and Hermione walked the small distance towards the reunion room in a discomfited silence.
If they turned their heads quickly enough they could swear Ginny was watching them.

Hermione was about to open the door so they could enter the room when Harry stopped her all of
the sudden, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I love *you*, Hermione. Only you,” he talked slowly, his green eyes boring into hers.

“I know,” she replied in a whisper, shivering from the conviction in his voice.

“Good.” He grinned and leaned even closer, kissing her on the lips. “Now we better get in
there.” He pulled away regretfully, and let his arms slip away form her waist, taking her hand.

“You devil little wizard!” She shook her head, before opening the door.

*

“Well, well ... now that Mr. Potter and Miss Granger have *finally* arrived,” McGonagall
said austerely, “we can start the introduction of the newer Order’s members.”

Harry and Hermione took a seat near Ron’s. The dark haired wizard felt unexpectedly nervous.
Until then he had never thought about the *introduction* to the Order but now...maybe they
would perform some kind of *ritual*?

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He glanced at Hermione, who seemed oddly calm.

“Hermione-” he called quietly.

“Shh!” she cut him off.

He then turned to Ron, who looked as apprehensive as he felt, maybe even a little more so from
the *paleness of his skin* “Ron,” he hissed, “did your brothers tell you about this
introduction?”

Ron shook his head. “No.” He leaned down his head, speaking quietly. “Not even Fred and George.
I mean-”

“Weasley!” Harry and Ron’s head snapped at the owner of the voice, Mad-Eye Moody.

“W-What?” Ron asked.

“Honestly, Ron!” Hermione cried. “You need to introduce yourself! Name and Patronus form,” she
explained sternly. “Haven’t you been listening?”

“Er...”

“Stand up, Weasley!” Moody barked.

Ron stood up. “Er, right, I am Ron Weasley-” someone cleared their throat. “Sorry,” he murmured
sheepishly. “My name is Ronald Bilius-” Harry could swear he had heard the twins snickering, and
Mrs. Weasley sniffing. “Weasley and my Patronus is a Terrier.” His ears went red as he said the
last bit.

“You can take your seat now, Weasley,” Mad-Eye instructed before diverting his attention to
Hermione. “Granger...”

Hermione lifted from the chair, and then spoke in a clear voice, “My name is Hermione Jane
Granger-” ‘*Potter, very soon!’ thought Harry with a smile* “…and my Patronus form is an
otter.” And with that she returned to her chair.

Harry didn’t wait for someone to call his name; he simply stood up and introduced himself, “My
name is Harry James Potter-” *Merlin, who doesn’t know that?* “- and my Patronus is a stag.”
He sat down.

*Now what?*

“Now,” Remus spoke for the first time, “it’s time for the blood.”

Harry felt every muscle of his body contract. “What?!” he *and* Ron shouted in unison,
looking at each other.

“Honestly you two!” Harry heard Hermione’s voice and looked at Remus- the old Marauder was
laughing, along with several other members.

Harry felt stupid.

“Honestly, Remus!” McGonagall complained harshly. “You are supposed to be an adult here!”

“Sorry, Minerva,” Remus apologized, wiping the tears in his eyes from laughing, “but the way
these two were acting...”

“That’s alright!” McGonagall cut him off, and Harry noticed that she seemed to be fighting an
uncontrollable urge to roll her eyes. “Potter, Weasley, there will be no *blood* grit his
teeth *ritual*...”

Harry heard McGonagall and Mad-Eye explain that there was just an introduction to make clear the
Patronus form. He listened to each other member at the table introduce themselves and their
Patronus. Some faces he could recognize from fifth year, others were new to him.

He was thinking that was rather boring. Where were the discussions about Voldemort- the new
plans, strategies, alliances?

“I know you may be a little disappointed up to now,” McGonagall spoke, almost like she could
have been hearing Harry’s thoughts. “However, tonight’s reunion is basically a matter of
introducing yourselves to the most active Order members here in Britain. Unfortunately, two of
our-” McGonagall was interrupted when the room’s door flew open and someone entered abruptly.

Harry just stared in disbelief, his blood started to boil.

*They have to be kidding!*

“Sorry, Professor,” Oliver Wood apologized, taking a seat, in front of Hermione. “*My
appointment* went longer than I expected.”

McGonagall nodded in acknowledgement. “Very well, this is Oliver Wood, you probab-”

“Can someone explain to me what *he* is doing here?” Harry asked harshly, unmistakably not
being able to control himself.

“Harry!” Hermione shrieked, grabbing his hand. “Please!”

“Mister Potter, Oliver Wood is an Order member. If you have any personal issue with him, here is
not the place. Am I clear?”

“Yes, ma’am, I am sorry.”

But Harry didn’t seem *sorry* at all.

And then McGonagall and the others began to talk...

However, he wasn’t paying attention anymore. His eyes were fixed on Wood. He couldn’t
*believe* that *that bloody Scotsman* was in the Order. *Why hadn’t anyone said
anything? Why hadn’t Remus warned him?*

*Ugh! The git was smiling at something Hermione had said!*

‘*She’s with me!*’ Harry thought fiercely.

They were talking about something involving vampires but he didn’t care...

*‘Um, maybe if he gets bit by a Vampire...*’*Harry pondered darkly. ‘But then, some
people think Vampires are sexy!’*

Harry groaned.

*‘Not Hermione!’*

*‘She’s with you Potter, you don’t need to be jealous.’*

*‘I am not jealous!’*

*‘Right...’*

*‘I am just concerned; he might want to try some funny business.’*

*‘Oh, yeah, and he does have that strong Scottish accent...’*

*‘Hermione is not-’*

*‘She dated Krum, you know ...’*

*‘Argh,* *shut up!’*

“Harry? Harry!” Harry blinked twice, shaking his head. “Are you alright?” Hermione asked with
concern. Harry nodded. “The meeting is over.”

“Ah,” Harry murmured stupidly.

“Harry?”

“I’m fine!” he exclaimed and stood up, looking around. The only people in the room were the two
of them and Remus. “Where’s Ron?”

“Talking with the twins,” she replied.

“Um, Hermione,” Remus cut in, “I would like to have a word with Harry.” He cleared his throat.
“In private.”

Hermione looked at Harry, somewhat surprised. Harry shrugged.

“Oh, right,” she said with a smile, but Harry could see she was dying to know what Remus wanted
to talk to him about. “I’ll be waiting outside, love.”

Harry wanted, actually he was almost *dying,* to ask her to not go near Wood, but he knew
better than that.

“I won’t keep you,” he said instead.

She smiled, and gave him a peck on the lips before leaving.

As soon as Hermione closed the door behind her, Harry turned his attention to Remus. “Remus?” He
noticed that his former DADA teacher looked serious.

Remus sighed. “Harry, sometimes an Order meeting can be very ...boring,” Remus spoke in an
almost lecturing tone, “but, you *need* to pay attention!”

Harry pretended indignation. “But I *was* paying attention!” Remus raised an eyebrow. “Er,
*sorta**...”*

“Harry, you spent half of the reunion glaring at Oliver Wood!”

“Remus-”

“Harry, I know you feel jealous-”

“I am not jealous!”

Remus snorted. “The thing is, Harry, your personal life must to stay outside, okay? This is
important. Being in the Order isn’t for fun. In many levels our lives depend on it. We don’t need
to go through that issue again about your role in this war, you already know it.”

Harry felt bad. He knew Remus was right. He should have paid more attention to the reunion but-
*argh!-* Remus also should’ve told him about Wood!

“I am really sorry, Remus,” Harry apologized, “but you should‘ve told me about Wood.”

“Yes, maybe I should have,” Remus agreed.

Harry ran a hand through his hair. “Is that all, Remus? Hermione and James...”

“Actually, Harry there is another thing.” Harry noticed that Remus’ expression changed. He
wasn’t just serious but also concerned. “I forgot to tell you about Wood because something else
occupied my mind today and-”

“What is it?” Harry urged. *Had something happened? But... what?*

“Severus contacted me today, Harry.”

“What did he say?” Harry asked simply. He still wasn’t quite sure how to feel about *him.*
Obviously, he would be forever grateful for Snape saving Hermione’s life but- He was still a slimy,
greasy, utter git.

“He said that you, Ron and Hermione are wrong.”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?”

“He said that-”

“No, I understand but I don’t have the faintest idea what he is talking about, Remus.”

“Harry-”

“No, Remus I swear. I don’t know what he is talking about. I will talk with ‘Mione and Ron.
Maybe, they- but, really, I’m lost here.” Harry wasn’t lying; he really didn’t have a clue.

Remus Lupin looked doubtful but didn’t say anything.

“Now, if you excuse me, I want to see my son,” Harry said and left the room, leaving a
frustrated Remus Lupin behind.

*

When Harry didn’t see Hermione and James with Ginny and Ron, who were talking with the twins, he
asked where they were.

“Er, mate,” said Ron, with his ears red, “she, well-”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Ronald!” cried Ginny. “Hermione is over there with Oliver Wood!”

And she pointed with a finger in the direction of Hermione and Oliver talking in a corner.
Oliver had James in his arms. Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach as jealousy rolled through him
and he didn’t even bother to reply. He simply turned around and hurried towards the couple.

*I don’t fucking believe it!*

Abruptly, the dark haired wizard took James from Oliver’s arms and spoke loudly, an edge to his
voice, “What are you doing?”

“Harry!” cried Hermione.

Evidently, with Harry’s abrupt rudeness, James began to cry. This made Harry even more
possessive.

Hermione held up her arms, in a silent gesture, asking him to give her the baby, but Harry
seemed to not have noticed.

“What was he doing with *my* son?” he demanded again, his blood pressure rising.

“Mate, calm down-”

“I am not your mate, Wood!”

Hermione, who was a little annoyed with Harry’s outburst, asked Oliver to leave so she could
talk with Harry alone.

“It’s okay, Mi,” said Oliver Wood kissing her cheek. Harry gritted his teeth.

“Now, tell me, Harry James Potter,” said Hermione after Oliver left, “what is the reason of
this? You made James cry!”

Harry looked sorrowfully at his baby, and began to nurse him, an attempt to make him calm down.
“What’s the reason?” he hissed. “What’s the reason? You were talking to him, Hermione! He was with
James!”

Hermione was about to reply when something behind Harry caught her attention. She tensed
immediately.

“What is *she* doing here?” Her voice was barely audible.

Harry raised an eyebrow and turned around to see whom Hermione was talking about.

It was Claire. She was talking with McGonagall.

Harry felt his heart stop.

“Hermione-”

“What she is doing here, Harry?” Hermione asked again.

“Hermione-” Harry.

However, the young woman didn’t wait for Harry to say anything and nearly ran towards the
Headmistress and Claire.

“What she is doing, Professor?” asked Hermione.

“Oh, Miss Granger! Please meet Professor Claire Larousse. She is training Mister Potter-”

“Professor Larousse?” interrupted Hermione with a trembling voice. “But-but Professor Larousse
isn’t a man?”

Claire smiled. “I’m sure I’m not a man!”

Tears began to fall from Hermione’s eyes, her body was visibly trembling.

“Are you alright?” Harry heard Claire ask worriedly; she looked up briefly, over Hermione’s
shoulder and saw him.

“Oh,” she said, “you must be Hermione.”

Hermione didn’t say anything.

“Hermione,” Harry called again. He was feeling panic, fear...despair. He couldn’t lose her. Not
after everything. They were going to get married- they were finally resolving their problems.

No...

She turned around and looked at Harry.

“Hermione,” he repeated, “I…”

Without saying a word, Hermione took off her engagement ring and threw it at Harry’s face.

*No...no...*

Harry couldn’t speak. He hadn’t even felt the metal hitting his face; it was like a strange and
cruel nightmare.

“*It’*s *over,”* Hermione said audibly, before she Disapparated

AN; Yeah, that’s it- you knew that was bound to happen, huh? But don’t fear! The days (and
Chapters) of HHr relationship problems are about to finish!

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed last chapter. Also a special thanks to everyone on
Granger Enchanted who voted in Soul Pieces as best Fanfiction (I won!) in the Hermione Gryffindor
Category. Thanks, MistressMalfoy/ Pinkwands!

So that’s it. A good Mother’s day to those who are celebrating it!



27. The Evil Within
-------------------

**Soul Pieces**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

AN: Okay in this chapter we, finally, will (start) to see what’s happening with Hermione- and
Harry. Also, I don’t agree with what Harry will do, okay? But it is necessary for the story.

A huge thank you to Acoustics1220 for the beta (and patience with all my mistakes.)

**Chapters 27: The Evil Within**

“Hermione!” he cried out and every living soul in the room looked at him in concern.

“What happened, Harry?” many voices called.

He felt lost, unsure of what he should do.

Claire looked at him and smiled sadly.

“Go after her, Harry,” she said, “please, give me James and go after her.”

*******************************************

Harry hadn’t the faintest idea how he had managed to Apparate in front of 12 Grimmauld
Place,…how he had opened the door, and hurriedly run inside.

It felt like one of those horrible dreams where you suddenly find yourself stuck in a situation
you can’t get out of.

If he only he had told her...maybe...

As he ran up the stairs, Harry felt tears falling from his eyes, his left hand holding tightly
the engagement Hermione had thrown at him.

“Hermione! Love!”

When he reached the landing at the top of the staircase, Harry looked towards their room and
found the door wide open. He could see her standing by her side of their bed, stuffing various
pieces of clothing into the large overweight bag placed on the edge of the bed.

She was packing.

Oh God…

She was leaving.

“Hermione, sweetie…” he spoke quietly, moving closer to her.

“SHUT UP!” she snapped without looking at him.

“Mione, please, don’t leave…” he pleaded.

“And what do you think I should do, *Potter?*” she asked dryly, her eyes brimming with
tears. “My son and I have nothing do with- with this place anymore.*”*

“Hermione, please, I know how you are feeling.”

She gave him a sarcastic laugh.

“Hah! I believe you don’t! You can’t even *imagine* how I’m feeling! There is nothing you
could say, Harry. Nothing. You lied. You made me feel like an idiot.”

“Hermione-” he implored.

“Did you laugh?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“W-What?”

“Did you laugh every time you were with *her?* Did you laugh when you realized that I
thought Professor Larousse was a man?”

“No! Of course not! You have to understand-” he begged but she seemed not to be listening.

“And I had believed in you, you know. I had believed in that fancy dinner, all those romantic
promises...” with the back of her hand she swiped angrily at her tears.

“Hermione, please...I love you. I want to be with you- with James...”

*He never loved you, Granger.*

“You know, I think Snape was right,” she spoke, motionless, looking blankly at their bed.

The atmosphere in the room was becoming heavy, darkened; a strange sensation of instability.

“W-What? What are talking about?” he inquired confusedly, not noticing her expression, or seeing
the lifelessness in her eyes.

*He had never loved you.*

*He had never loved you.*

“Snape. He was right.” She sneered. “You *are* an arrogant prat. Just like your father- but
was your father a bastard too, Potter?”

“Don’t talk about my father, Hermione!” he shouted, a wave of anger encompassed his body. “I
know you are mad at *me* but please don’t offend someone who can’t defend themselves.” He
couldn’t understand the reason, all the anger he was feeling right now. Claire seemed forgotten.
His fears forgotten.

He wanted to *hurt* her.

“You know, I wonder if you inherited your behavior from your father or- well, it could be from
your mother,” she continued bitterly, a clear intention to hurt him, “the great Lily Potter! But
what about Lily *Evans,* maybe she liked to fool-“

*You hate him.*

*You hate him.*

“She was just another whor-”

SMASH!

Harry hit Hermione right on her face, his body trembling in angry.

*How dare she?*

*How dare she?*

*You hate her, Potter.*

*You hate her, Potter.*

“Shut up!” he shouted, his was breathing heavily. Hermione was on the floor, but didn’t seem to
have noticed. There was so much coming from her that he could barely take it. “Shut up!”

And she just looked up at him. A look of sadness and disbelief in her eyes. The voice wasn’t
talking with her anymore. There were just Harry’s cries.

“Shut up! Shut up!”

His scar seemed redder, as his eyes.

*Don’t hit me. Don’t hit me.*

She was afraid. She couldn’t speak.

*Don’t hit me. Don’t hit me.*

Harry’s shouts brought Lupin and Tonks, with James in her arms, and Ron to the bedroom. They had
just arrived from McGonagall’s manor.

What they saw was something…bizarre: Harry, glowing with anger, yelling at a confused and
trembling Hermione. The young witch was on the floor. Her cheeks flushed, her right eye…bruising
quickly.

“What the hell is happening here?” demanded Lupin.

Harry seemed to be in so much anger that he didn’t say anything until…

“H-Harry…he-he h-hit me,” Hermione whispered. Her words brought Harry back to reality... what he
had done.

“Oh, god! Oh, god!” he cried in realization, “I’m sorr-“

He couldn’t understand.

*What he had done?*

*What he had done?*

“Did you hit her!” yelled Ron with a roar. His face flushed red with anger. “You bastard!”

Ron tried to get to Harry but was interceded by Remus who grabbed his shoulder.

“No, Ron! We don’t need more violence!” Remus said in a calm but firm voice. “Please, take James
to his room-” Ron wanted to protest but Remus cut him off. “Take him, Ronald. Nymphadora, please,
if you could heal Hermione…you know I am not very good at-” Just then Hermione interrupted. She had
just got up from the floor.

*Show them what great hero Potter is!*

“No,” she said with a hateful voice, “I don’t want to be healed. I want to carry
*this*…mark. I want to make *him* see every day what he did!”

*Make them hate him.*

“Um,” Tonks managed to say, “if it is what you want, Hermione…Remus, I think Ill go see to
James.” And Tonks left the room.

Remus took a deep breath and looked at Harry who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his
hands covering his face.

“Now, can you please tell me what happened?”

Harry put his hands on his lap and sighed. “I lost control…I couldn’t think straight-”

“Oh, of course! You *never think*, Harry!” Hermione snapped in a sarcastic tone of voice,.
It was a tone that neither Remus nor Harry had heard before…a tone that made Remus shiver. “Maybe
that’s another thing that Professor Larousse could *teach* you!”

“Hermione, I swear-”

“Please, *Potter,* I am done with your lies!”

“Enough!” cried Remus. “Enough! I know you two have to talk about Claire, er, Professor
Larousse-”

“How did you-” questioned Harry.

“I knew who she was since the beginning, Harry. Tonks told me. I just didn’t say anything
because it wasn’t my place. That’s something you need to discuss alone. What I want to know is why
you hit her, Harry.”

“I don’t know what happened Remus.”

“It’s easy! You hit me!” yelled Hermione. “This just goes to show what kind of *hero* you
are.”

“I-I couldn’t control...I don’t know.” His breathing was still labored. “I don’t know. I never
felt so much anger. And you were calling my mum names...”

“Whoa! Whoa! Hermione, what did you say about Lily-” Remus was saying when he noticed Hermione’s
eyes. They were black. Lifeless.

With a fast movement, she put her hands on her temples and began to shake her head. Her head
hurt so much. So much. She didn’t understand why she had said those things.

*You hate him.*

*No!*

The young witch began to rock on her feet, hands on head as she pressed palms to forehead. She
only wanted all the hate to go away. She wanted the voice to go away.

Remus and Harry exchanged worried glances. Harry came towards her and put a hand on her
shoulder.

“Hermione, sweetie-”

She snapped and looked at him, like she had never seen him before.

“I am sorry what I said about your parents, Harry,” she stated emotionless.

“It’s okay, luv. I am so-”

“I have to see James,” she murmured as she didn’t seem to have heard Harry, “I have to see
James.” She looked between Lupin and Harry anxiously. “I have a son, you know? I have to see my
son.”

And she left the room.

Harry was about to follow her but Remus stopped him.

“No, Harry,” said Remus, “we need to talk. Tell me, what *really* happened.”

“Well, after Hermione left the manor I came after her and she was here…packing,” Harry said in a
painful voice. “I tried to talk…apologize- but, I don’t know- she-she *laughed.”*

Remus’ eyebrows arched in question.

“Laughed?”

“Yes, she laughed and then…and then she said that Snape was right about me. About my dad. And
then, she said something not so nice about my mum.”

Remus nodded.

“And,” Harry continued, “I don’t know what happened. I just felt so much anger towards her.
There was so much hate inside me, Remus. And not only inside me, but coming from *her- from this
room*. I could practically *feel* it. I just couldn’t hear her voice anymore- then, and
then-” The young wizard couldn’t continue. Hot tears began to fall from his emerald eyes.

Remus came towards him and hugged the young man.

“I hit her, Remus,” Harry sobbed, “I hit her!”

Remus broke the hug and looked Harry into his eyes.

“Harry, what you did was uncalled for, terrible. I can’t pat you on the back and say that
everything is gonna be alright. A relationship isn’t only snogs and shags. A relationship is about
love…and trust. I know you love her, Harry, but sometimes, only love isn’t enough.”

“But Remus, I swear, I didn’t do anything!” Harry said wiping at his tears, feeling shame for
having cried in front of Remus.

“This isn’t about what you did, Harry. This is about what you said, or what you *didn’t*
say. I should have told Hermione about Claire.”

“I know. I know.”

“I think you two need to talk; and not only about Claire but also about your behavior towards a
certain Mister Wood,” Remus said.

Harry groaned and Remus smiled despite the situation.

“Harry,” Remus spoke again after a few moments in silence, “is everything alright with Hermione?
I mean, about her behavior.”

Harry closed his eyes as he tried to remember something.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s nothing very noticeable. Just a few things. Sometimes she seems very
irritable and she doesn’t have much patience with James.” Harry decided not to mention the
silencing charm. “And she is having dreams-“

“Dreams?” asked Remus. “But Nymphadora said that the disguise potion-“

“No, I don’t think it’s about that. You see, one night she woke up screaming. I asked what had
happened and she said it was nothing. And just a couple of days ago I heard her murmuring while she
was sleeping.”

“What did she say?”

“She said, ‘*I have to go James. I have to go’.”*

“She is dreaming about your son,” Remus said almost to himself.

“I think so. Remus?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“What do you think is going on with Hermione? I mean, look at her today. Did you notice her
eyes? And what she said about my parents…I don’t know…it was like she’s a totally different person.
It wasn’t her.” He closed his eyes, “We had talked a little about it. Me and her, I mean. We had
thought about Post-partum Depression. Do you think this is her problem, Remus? I can’t lose her,
Remus. I just can’t.”

Remus smiled tiredly at his former student. “Perhaps, Harry. It is a possibility.’ He ran a hand
through his hair. I don’t know very much about this subject- and, well, she didn’t have a normal
pregnancy.”

Harry lowered his head, looking down at his hands. “It’s my fault, isn’t it?”

“That she got pregnant? This is your both fault. You should have been careful.” Remus placed a
hand on Harry’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “But let’s not cry over spilt milk.”

“We had intended to let madam Pomfrey see her tomorrow, but now...”

Remus smiled reassuringly. “I’ll talk with her. I’ll talk to her.”

Hogwarts

*Hospital Wing*

Hermione sat on the edge of one of the Hospital Wing’s bed. She was there, all by herself,
waiting for Madam Pomfrey’s results. Remus and Tonks had asked her if she wanted them to come
along, but she had not. Whatever Madam Pomfrey had to say, Hermione wanted to hear alone.

Four days had passed since the *fight.* Hermione had thought about leaving Grimmauld and
going to Hogwarts or someplace that could be a shelter for her and James, but Remus, Tonks, and Ron
were totally against that. She didn’t even want to hear what Harry’s opinion on the matter was.

It had been four days since the last time she had spoken a single word to him.

And every time he tried to come closer, that voice- that hateful voice started to speak
again.

At night, she used to sleep in James’ bedroom- or at least try, as the uneasy sleep and strange
dreams never seemed to ease.

Hermione wondered if she was going crazy.

“Miss Granger?” Madam Pomfrey’s voice broke Hermione’s reverie. “I-I have some news...”

*******

*McGonagall’s Manor*

The last days hadn’t been easy for Harry Potter.

*Actually, the last seventeen years.*

He had told Ron what had happened and why he lost control and hit Hermione. Ron forgave him but
only after he punched Harry himself.

Hermione wouldn’t even look at him, forget *speaking.*

Harry’s training wasn’t going well either.

First, the training with Remus…He barely could make furniture *stir*.

Then training with Mad-Eye- Merlin, Harry simply couldn’t kill that bloody rabbit! He couldn’t
even make the rabbit faint!

He was starting to hate rabbits!

And then at McGonagall’s Manor; training with Claire and Ginny.

*I must have been a very bad person in a past life!*

They had been training for about two hours when *it* happened. Harry didn’t know exactly
how *it* had happened. The fact is, somehow, Ginny lost her balance and the two of them fell
on the ground- Ginny on the top of him.

“Er,” Harry said, a little shyly, trying to get up but Ginny didn’t move.

The youngest Weasley looked at him with bright eyes, leaned her head down and kissed him on the
mouth.

***

Hogwarts

*Hospital Wing*

“W-What news?”

“First, Miss- Hermione, you are not suffering from Post-partum Depression,” the old nurse said
with a tired smile.

“But?” Hermione knew there was a ‘but’. The Healer’s smile didn’t seem to fool her. There
*was* something else.

“I don’t understand how I hadn’t seen it before.” The Healer seemed to be talking almost to
herself. “During your pregnancy, and even that time later- I didn’t *see* it. But now- it’s so
*strong. “*

Hermione looked alarmed. “What? What’s wrong with me?”

“Dark Magic, Miss Granger,” Madam Pomfrey replied in a sober voice.

“D-Dark magic?” *But how?* “I-I don’t understand...”

“I don’t know what it is exactly, but- but it is the same kind of *enchantment* you have
inside of you when Mister Potter brought you here almost a year ago.” She paused a moment, her eyes
fixed on the young witch. “Just- much stronger.”

Within seconds Hermione’s eyes switched from confusion, than understanding and then- finally-
*horror*.

Almost a year ago.

Godric’s Hollow.

The cup.

The Horcrux.

*A* Horcrux.

AN: That’s it. Chapter 27. Now you found out what’s wrong with Hermione. I was surprised that
only a couple of you guys mentioned about it.

And, again, I simply loath what Harry did, but it was necessary. And if you paid attention you
know he wasn’t let’s, say, himself.

Oh well, I hope you liked the chapter anyway.



28. The Evil that lies Within
-----------------------------

**SOUL PIECES**

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. Because, if I did, Tom Riddle would have killed Ginny in
CoS. ^.~

AN: Like always, I couldn’t do it without Acoustics1220 help. Thank you!

And just because today is **07/07/07**...here it is chapter 28. I hope you like it, even if
it is almost a filler chapter.

**ETA: For a better comprehension of this chapter (the Horcrux part), you need to remember the
early chapters- especially chapters 6 and 7. ^.^**

**Chapter 28: The Evil *that Lies* Within**

Hermione Granger was lost.

She didn’t know what to think or what to do. Part of her knew, or at least suspected this all
along. It did made sense- the voice, the anger, the change in her personality, but this didn’t mean
it was less difficult.

*“Dark Magic, Miss Granger,”* Madam Pomfrey had said.

Dark Magic.

*“ The* *same kind of enchantment you have inside of you when Mister Potter brought you
here almost a year ago.”*

Those words simply wouldn’t leave her thoughts- her mind. They continued to swim around in her
mind again, again, and again.

Wandering without a clear destiny through the empty streets of Hogsmeade, Hermione couldn’t
remember how she had managed to go there, how she had left the Castle, the Hospital Wing.

Everything seemed to be a surreal nightmare.

“What am I going to do? What am I go-” Hermione was muttering to herself when a not so strange
voice spoke behind her.

“Maybe I can help you, Miss Granger.”

Hermione stopped abruptly, and slowly turned around.

“Y-You are...”

The person held up a hand at her, smiling strangely. “Aberforth Dumbledore. May we have a
private talk?” He looked her up and down. “My brother wishes to speak with you.”

***

*McGonagall’s Manor*

*The youngest Weasley looked at him with bright eyes, leaning down towards him and kissed him
on the mouth.*

And Harry…

…and Harry kissed her back. Yes, he kissed her back. He kissed her back and realized that he
felt…nothing. Nothing at all. Neither love nor lust. Nothing.

So, Harry broke the kiss, pushed her off of him and stood up.

“What the hell was that?” he demanded,. “What the hell, Ginny?!”

“H-Harry?” Ginny asked unsurely, moving a hand towards him.

He waved it off. “God Damit, Ginny! I’m with Hermione!”

“You two broke up, Harry!” she cried. “Everybody saw her little fit that night!” She tried once
again but Harry held up a hand motioning for her to stop.

“No, Ginny,” Harry said tiredly, “please, don’t.” He took a deep breath. “You are a really nice
girl, and- and what we had was *nice.* But it was just it- it was *nice.* Nothing more,
nothing less.”

“Bu-”

“Yes, Hermione and I had a fight. You saw, everybody saw it.” He closed his eyes slowly; he
blinked and looked back at her. “I can’t say it has been easy, Ginny...Being a parent, this
war...*everything.* But one thing I can say with certainly- I am half of a wizard without her,
I’m half of a man. I love her. I love her so much that it’s even hard to describe. I don’t love her
only because she’s the mother of my son, or because she is my best friend, or because she treats me
as Harry, not the Chosen One, or because-” He stopped and gave a little laugh. “I *just love
her.”*

“But she’s not pret-"

“Please, Ginny, don’t make it even harder- don’t lower yourself to this.” He looked straight
into her eyes. “I don’t love you. And even if there wasn’t Hermione- I would still not love
you.”

Ginny brought a hand to her mouth, a strangled sob escaping her lips. Deep inside, she always
knew. Even during those amazing snogs during her fifth year, Ginny knew he didn’t love her- at
least not in the way *she* wanted him to. And hearing, hearing him say that- her heart seemed
to shatter with the pain. But she would not cry in front of him. No. She still had a little of self
esteem, a little bit of respect for herself.

She wouldn’t humiliate herself anymore.

“O-Okay,” she spoke in an oddly controlled voice, “n-now, if- if you excuse me...” Ginny
couldn’t finish; fighting back the tears she didn’t wish him to see, she walked away.

Harry watched her entering the manor with sorrow but also with a lighter heart. He took a deep
breath and ran a hand through his usual messy hair.

“You did the right thing,” a voice spoke behind him. He turned around and saw Claire.

“Professor-”

Claire sighed but smiled nonetheless. She had told him countless times that there was no need to
use titles, but he always would call her ma’am or professor. Claire could understand why. He felt
uncomfortable, uneasy around her.

And to tell the truth, she also felt somewhat *uneasy* around him.

It wasn’t because of some *romantic* feeling, or something like that. It was something like
*shame*. Perhaps it might sound a little ridiculous, unbelievable- but part of her felt
ashamed that a student, a pupil had seen her, had known her in such state like he had that night.
And she had promised herself so many times that she wouldn’t do that again, that she wouldn’t have
‘one night stands’, of ‘nights of wine and sex’, like a friend had once called her nights out.
However she couldn’t. It was almost like addiction- she didn’t know. But she knew she wouldn’t let
a young couple separate because of *her* weakness.

And she also knew that Harry Potter was half of the wizard he could be without Hermione
Granger.

“You did the right thing,” she repeated, motioning him to have a seat on a nearby bench.

“I didn’t want her to suffer,” Harry said, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He looked up at
Claire. “I may not love her, but Ginny is a good girl.”

Claire nodded. “Yes, I’m sure she is,” she said, “but she needs to know when she loses a battle.
Remus had said it was a bad idea to have her training you.”

“He was right.”

Claire looked strangely at the young wizard. “Do you think so?”

Harry stared at her as if she had two heads. “Of course I think so! Look what just happened! As
if I didn’t have problems already!”

She gave him a small smile. “Yes, look what just happened.” It seemed like she was almost
talking to herself. “She let go the truth, or the lie, about all that ‘I don’t like him anymore’,
and you- *you* finally told her, with no half words, or pretends that you love her.” Harry
opened his mouth but then decided to close it. “She had to hear it.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I think you are right.” And then he shrugged. “Not that it really matters
right now. Great savior I am!” Harry let out a dry laugh. “Can’t concentrate, the training with
Lupin and Moody …bad to worse...the girl-” He sighed deeply. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I just
blew all my chances...”

Claire leaned closer and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him forcefully. “For Merlin’s sake,
Potter!” she cried. “Stop this pity party! Yes, you made a mistake. Yes! EVERYBODY is allowed to
make mistakes- even the Boy-Who-Lived.” She let go of his shoulders, and placed a hand on his
cheek. “Why don’t you take the day off? Go to London, take a walk on those Muggle streets...take
this morning to yourself, and then- go home- and talk to her. Everyone can see you two love each
other. Don’t waste this love.”

Harry looked surprised at Claire. “But-But I have training with Moody in the afternoon,
and-”

Claire held up a hand making him stop. “Go. I’ll talk with Alastor.”

**

*Hog’s Head Basement*

“This is your house,” Hermione commented, looking through the place, “you live here.” It was a
large saloon, rounded in its shape; there were few pieces of furniture- just two small racks with
some objects, a large wooden table surrounded by ten seats, a three seat sofa, and two armchairs.
There were also three wooden doors (aside from that one she had walked through), and Hermione
pondered that they might lead to other rooms.

On the walls, there were some artifacts, two shelves with a few books, and a couple of
pictures.

The pictures.

Hermione looked at one in particular. She couldn’t help but feel like crying. “Professor,” she
whispered.

The old man in the portrait smiled kindly at her. “Ah, Miss Granger, how are you?” Dumbledore
said and then turned his blue gaze at his brother. “Thank you, Aberforth for bringing her
here.”

“We don’t have time for small pleasures, Albus!” Aberforth said loudly and firmly, startling
Hermione.

“I know,” Dumbledore said, “you are right, my brother. We don’t have much time.”

Hermione felt like she had just interrupted the middle of a play. “Professor?”

“Miss Granger...Hermione,” Dumbledore spoke in a calm, but firm voice, his eyes weren’t
twinkling but solemn, “first I would like to apologize. I committed a mistake. A horrible mistake.
Unthinkable, I led Harry; actually *you* on a deadly path. I did the same mistake that Tom did
years ago: I only saw the end, and not its possible counter-effects.”

Hermione felt her heart beat faster against her chest. He knew! Professor Dumbledore knew what
had happened to her! How could he? How could he let this happen?!

“You knew!” she accused, her voice growing louder. “You let this happen!” She pressed knuckles
to her eyes as tears came unbidden. “I can’t believe it! I trusted you! And now? What am I gonna
do? Do I have to kill myself? Or will Harry have to do it for me? Can you even imagine how it will
be for Harry?! And James-what about my son?!” She was nearly in hysterics.

“Miss Granger!” Dumbledore spoke firmly, “Hermione. Please, try to remain calm. You are a very
intelligent witch; ‘*the brightest witch of your ag*e’- isn’t that how people usually call
you? So you know that losing your mind won’t help anything.” He stroked absently at his long white
beard. “I didn’t know about the *implications* of Hufflepuff’s Cup until last night when
Severus...”

“Severus? Snape knows about it? How-?”

“If you let Albus finish!” Aberforth gruffly stated, Hermione huffed, crossing her arms, eyes
narrowing at Dumbledore’s portrait.

“I have never told anything about the Horcruxes to anyone aside from Harry, you, and Mister
Weasley, my brother Aberforth, and Professor McGonagall.” Hermione’s eyes opened wide. “Yes, Miss
Granger, Minerva knows about it. Why she never said anything? You’ll have to ask her yourself, but
here between us, I think that she wants Harry to tell her first.” His eyes twinkled. “Something
about *trust.”* Aberforth cleared his throat. “Severus never knew about the Horcruxes- never
until-” He paused as if he was considering something. “He came here yesterday. He and- He had this
disturbing knowledge about the Hufflepuff Cup. As you, Harry, and Mister Weasley had discovered the
key to destroy the Cup was loyalty; trust. Only the one he truly trusted could destroy that
Horcrux. However,”

“However he also set up a trap,” Hermione spoke for him. Her brain was working fast. “You could
trust but not entirely. So, if this person tried to betray him and destroy the Horcrux...” She took
a deep breath. “The Horcrux wouldn’t be destroyed- just removed. Moved to this person’s body.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Yes, Miss Granger,” he confirmed, “unfortunately.”

“And how did Snape...?”

“Today is not the time, Hermione,” was Dumbledore’s answer.

“Ha!” Hermione laughed obnoxiously. “Today is not the time? Wonderful! You know Professor you
were right when you said that people call me the brightest witch of my age- but right now, this
doesn’t mean a damn thing! I am losing it! Day by day my mind is getting worse! Harry and I had
talked about Post Partum depression, but part of me knew that wasn’t it. I wasn’t- I am not-
feeling depressed. I feel anger, I hear a hateful voice, I want to hurt to people I love-” She
brought a hand to her mouth smothering a loud sob. “Even my magic-” Hermione stopped as if she had
realized something. “I knew- I was feeling that my magic was weaker...mine and Harry’s magic. I am
affecting Harry’s magic too.” It wasn’t a question. “I’m affecting Harry’s magic,” she repeated in
a whisper, “oh god!”

“Yes, Miss Granger you are. However, don’t think that keeping away from him will help. On the
contrary. Your love is something tremendously necessary to defeat Tom, and to keep Harry
alive.”

“Harry and I are not together anymore.” She couldn’t understand why, but her cheeks flushed as
she spoke.

“Minerva told me about a nasty fight.” Hermione raised her eyebrows indignantly. “He also told
me about an abominate course of action Mister Potter took.”

Unconsciously, Hermione brought a hand to her face- the same side that Harry had hit her; there
was still a faint bruise. “H-He h-hit me,” she spoke in a small voice. If Hermione closed her eyes
she still could see Harry, the man she loved more than anything in the world raising that hard hand
at her and... “He hit me.”

“A horrible thing. Terrible,” Dumbledore spoke grimly, “There’s nothing that can justify such a
detestable act. However, this sounds so unlike Mister Potter...what I want to say is that this
darkness inside you has been affecting- besides yourself- not only Harry’s magic, but his behavior.
I can’t say with certainty without asking him but I have been thinking-”

Hermione held up a hand making him stop. “W-Wait just a minute, Professor...H-How can you...I
mean...”she was babbling.

“Ah, Miss Granger, not everything is in ‘Hogwarts: a History’.” Hermione looked affronted. “Yes,
Hogwarts’ portraits have some limitations as you could see. However, these *limitations*
aren’t applied to portraits outside the Castle. Why is that? Oh well, the founders had a peculiar
sense of humor.”

“Then why didn’t you tell us, Harry, about this portrait?” Her tone was nearly accusatory.

“It wasn’t the right time.”

Hermione laughed insolently, very unlike her, but she did not speak. She wanted to scream,
demand, curse, everything, but a part of her still kept telling her to remain calm, sober. She
needed to control her emotions; her life- and everyone else’s lives depended on that.

“This voice,” she finally spoke after some moments of silence. She had to be rational. She had
to think logically with her brain. “Is this Voldemort?”

“No,” a grave voice spoke, and it wasn’t Dumbledore’s. She turned around and saw Snape.

“Severus! Glad you managed to come!” Dumbledore greeted his former Potions Master with a smile,
and Hermione couldn’t help but think that he was really amusing. Especially because Severus Snape
only clucked in response.

“The voice you heard isn’t the Dark Lord. At least not completely.” he finished.

“I don’t understand, sir,” Hermione replied, “what do you mean by ‘*not completely’?*”

Severus huffed impatiently. “Yes, *miss* Granger,” he replied with annoyance, “not
completely.”

“This doesn’t make sense!”

“If you could stop being an insufferable Know-it-”

“Severus!” Dumbledore’s exclaimed in advertence.

Snape narrowed his eyes, turning his gaze from the portrait and Hermione. “What you have inside
you, *Granger*, is only a seventh part of the Dark Lord’s Soul. An Echo.”

“What Snape is saying,” Aberforth interrupted, receiving a dirty look from the former Potions
Master, “is that you aren’t *possessed* by Voldemort’s soul- you are *poisoned*.”
Hermione looked confused.

“It’s different from Harry and Voldemort’s connection, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore tried to
explain, “In Harry’s case, Voldemort has a connection to him through the scar- and he is aware of
it. In your case- not. “You just have a part of his soul, Granger,” Snape spoke again, “only a part
but a *evil- dark* part that is slowly poisoning your own soul. Until now, the Dark Lord isn’t
aware of this. However, we can’t be so sure about the future.”

“But why couldn’t I feel any of these *symptoms* soon after...”

“I think I can explain it,” Aberforth said, “soon after you destroyed the Cup, Horace gave a
Potion to prevent you from dying...”

“He was only curing the injuries, not the Horcrux,” Hermione murmured.

Aberforth nodded. “Yes, it was just a palliative solution.”

“But then- he knows...”

Dumbledore shook his head. “No, when Minerva told me what had happened and I had to tell her
about the Horcruxes; a decision that I had had to make a long time ago.’

“Okay! But he still knows!”

“Horace asked to be Obliviated, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore clarified.

Hermione couldn’t help but snort. “Of course...” she muttered, “but it still doesn’t explain why
I’m starting to feel this- *this darkness* only now.”

“Your and Potter’s foolishness helped with that,” Snape replied dryly.

“Your son, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore said kindly, “you were carrying a powerful and pure being.
Your pregnancy along with the Muggle Disease worked like a barrier to the split soul inside you. It
was a protection from nature.”

“However, now,” Aberforth interrupted his brother, “you don’t have this kind of protection
anymore.”

“So, what am I going to do?” her voice was almost daring, filled with bitterness. “Maybe I
should kill myself?”

“If this would result in something, *perhaps,”* was Snape’s reply. “However, it’s not that
simple, Granger. We can kill you, tell Potter to kill you; it wouldn’t make any difference.”

“Lovely,” Hermione muttered.

“Killing you will not destroy the split soul inside you. It will be just a non-talkative
*object* with a Horcrux.” He paused and gave her a sneer. “Perhaps it’s not-”

Hermione had always considered herself a mature person, someone who almost never acted by their
emotions but sometimes she simply couldn’t take it. She still had human blood running through her
veins.

“What is your problem, *sir?*” The last word was practically a spat. Six eyes stared at
her. “No, I’m not being *influenced* right now. I just want to know why you are so
*spiteful* towards me. Yeah, I know you don’t like Harry. Yes! Everyone knows you haven’t been
able to grow up enough to realize that Harry isn’t his father- okay! But *me?* What I did do
wrong? Is it because I am a Muggleborn? Is it because I actually know the answers of your questions
in class?” She took two deep breaths. “Tell me, *sir,* if you despise me so much, why did you
come here? Why did you go through the trouble to-” She shifted on her feet. “You know, I’m tired.
I’m tired of not being myself anymore. Yes, because this Hermione here isn’t the real one- it’s
just an excuse! I’m tired of not control my emotions, acting like a bitch, to cry so easily!”
Hermione smiled sadly. “But at least now I know what my problem is, huh? Not that it’s really
comforting.”

“Yes, Miss Granger,” Snape replied coolly, “I have my own *considerations* about your
person. However, I do not *hate* you- I can even accept you have a somewhat sharpened
mind.”

“Wonderful to hear,” Hermione muttered loud enough that the others heard her.

“And the reasons I am *aiding* you are only mine.” He put a hand inside his robes’ pocket
and took off a middle sized red bottle from it. “Here is the same kind of Potion Slughorn gave you
a few months back. Just a little more *fortified)-”*

“But I thought-”

“Like its first *version,*” Snape continued, as if he had not heard Hermione, “it’s just a
palliative solution- but is handy. You must drink a half goblet of this potion once a day. It won’t
release the soul inside you- but it will form a protecting barrier.” Snape handed the bottle to
Hermione, who took it. “This will help you to control yourself and your magic.”

Hermione nodded seriously, gazing first at the bottle in her hand and then at the man in front
of her. “Will this help Harry too?” she asked quietly. Even with all the problems she and Harry
were having, and the hurt he had caused her, Hermione didn’t want to see him weaker- and because of
her.

“Yes, miss Granger.” She heard Dumbledore’s voice instead of Snape’s. “This will help to protect
Harry. However, I think I can assume it won’t be necessary in a few days, or weeks...time is a
little confusing when you are on the other side.” Hermione looked doubtful at the former
Headmaster, but he only smiled looking over his half-moon spectacles. “However, Miss Granger, this
potion and anything else will be valuable without your love.” Hermione opened her mouth but closed
it. Snape let slip a not so discrete snort, and Aberforth...Hermione was sure he had rolled his
eyes. “Yes, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore continued, “your love.”

Hermione just nodded. She wasn’t in a mood to discuss her and Harry’s private affairs with
Aberforth and Snape as witnesses! Not to mention she was truly tired. “I think I may go,” she said.
She wanted to ask more things, to discuss, to learn- but she was smart enough to know that her
brain was practically shutting down. Hermione needed a couple of days to digest all of that had
happened.

“Of course, Miss Granger,” Aberforth agreed, “but why don’t you drink your first dose right
now?” With a movement of hands, he transfigured a golden coin (that he had just taken from his
pocket) into a goblet. “Here,” he said, lending it to her.

Gingerly, Hermione opened the Potion’s bottle and poured the liquid until it was a half dose.
When it was done, she guarded the bottle in her jumper’s pocket and then took the goblet from
Aberforth, drinking its contents in one gulp.

The Potion wasn’t tasty, but not horrible like Polyjuice Potion or the Potions she had had to
take after Dolohov’s curse.

She also didn’t feel any sudden change in her body, or in her psyche. But she didn’t really
think it would happen.

Hermione just felt...*normal.*

And perhaps, that was a good sign.

Hermione was about to bid her good bye when Snape interrupted her once again. “One more thing,
Granger,” he said in a not so pleasurable voice, “this Potion will help you and Potter. However, I
can’t say it will be enough for when we find a solution for your *predicament.*”

She looked questioningly between Snape and Dumbledore’s portrait.

“What Severus is trying to say, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore clarified, “is that a Horcrux in a
human being is a very delicate issue, and we don’t have ways to know if this potion will be
effective for a long time or if Tom will be able to, let’s say, *find out,* about this
connection.”

Hermione bowed her head. She could understand what they were talking about.

“Alright,” she said, pursing her lips. The idea didn’t seem very appealing. “I guess you will be
the one to teach me, sir.” Her eyes bored into Snape’s. For a second he almost betrayed himself
with a glint of surprise, but then just nodded. “Where? When?”

“The day after tomorrow, Granger,” he simply said, “here.” Hermione just nodded and then turned
her gaze to Dumbledore’s portrait. “Professor,” she said bowing her head. It was still too much
information for her to even try to be polite. “Mr. Aberforth.” She did the same to Dumbledore’s
brother and then to Snape. “Sir.”

Silently, Hermione walked towards the door and was about to open it when Snape’s voice called
out to her.

“Granger,” he called, and she turned back and gazed at him, “I just expect that you’ll be more
useful in Occlumency than Potter.”

Hermione Granger did not reply.

AN: Okay, this was chapter 28. Now the story will go to a new direction- and things will get
finally settled to our lovely couple. At least, in way....*evil grin*

*

Obviously I won’t be able to finish the story before DH. So, I guess it will be an AU story
(but, really, all fanfictions are AU). No matter what happened with DH, I will be still around and
I’ll finish this and my other stories.

Of course I don’t know if you’ll be still interested but- oh well...

To tell the truth I’m not looking forward DH. HBP disappointed me in many levels (and I’m not
talking about ships).

Oh well...

Happy weekend everyone!

Sweet-Lemmon. :)



