Chapter 22: Square One
A/N: Hey guys. I'm back! Sorry for the delay. I wish I had a good excuse for not updating. But I really don't. I guess if I wanna be really desperate i'd blame uni and work :P But rest assured i'll be trying extra hard to post regular updates :) Enjoy!
Harry strolled into the common room to find Hermione pouring over a sheet of parchment. Her dark hair hiding her face as her quill raced back and forth with dizzying speed.
"You're gonna end up breaking it at this rate you know." He spoke lightly as he dropped into the seat beside her. He eyed her with amusement as she snapped her head up quickly at his voice, her hand stopping in midair.
"Hi." Harry smiled.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that." Hermione spoke, punching him on the arm gently as she put her quill down to the side.
Harry only smiled wider, catching her hand as she pulled away and intertwining their fingers. "And you should always maintain a constant state of vigilance."
"I didn't realize you were such a fan of Moody's teaching habits." Hermione said dryly.
"What are you writing anyway?" Harry asked suddenly, his change of topic catching Hermione off guard. The brown haired witch instinctively covering the parchment from view.
"Nothing... Just a letter." Hermione said dismissively.
"Oh." Harry frowned at her behaviour, leaning forward in his chair to peek at the letter. "Who to?"
"No one." Hermione pulled the letter away from him but not before Harry caught a glimpse of the name scrawled neatly at the top.
"You're writing to Krum?" Harry asked in surprise, a stab of jealously hitting him in the stomach.
Hermione bit her lip. "Yes."
"I didn't know you still spoke to him." Harry said casually.
Hermione shrugged as though it were nothing. "We're friends."
"Friends." Harry repeated doubtfully.
"Yes... Friends."
"You didn't use to be friends." Harry commented before he could stop himself. The overwhelming feeling in his stomach reaching the surface.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, her tone of voice making him even more nervous. "Well yeah." He eyed the letter. "He was all over you when he was here."
"He was not, Harry." Hermione sighed.
Harry snorted, arms crossed over his chest, his temper flaring suddenly. "Are you kidding me Hermione? If he wasn't staring at you with drawl coming down his face it was because he was finding an excuse to touch you."
"You're being ridiculous."
"Am I? Well you're naive to think he only wants friendship." Harry glared at the letter.
Hermione looked at him with a hurt expression on her face. "Why are you being like this?"
"Oh, i don't know." Harry began sarcastically. "Maybe it's because my girlfriend is writing to her ex boyfriend and not telling me about it." He paused, considering his words for a moment. "Yeah. I think that's it. What do you reckon? think i covered it all?"
Before Hermione could respond, their redheaded friend sat down. "Hey guys." He greeted cheerfully, completely oblivious to the growing tension. "What's going on?"
"Funny you should ask that Ron." Harry leaned back in his chair. "Hermione was just writing a letter to good old Viktor, you know. Considering how they're such good friends."
"Viktor as in Viktor Krum?" Ron asked, looking from Harry to Hermione in confusion.
"Unless you know any other Viktor's." Harry said dryly. "That's the one."
"Harry, stop it." Hermione warned, her tone hard.
"Stop what?" Harry asked, turning his attention to her. The dark feelings that had been swirling inside him for weeks oozing out with ease. "That's what you were doing right? Writing to your old pal Viktor? Or did i get mixed up somewhere? Got my wires crossed?"
"I'm not talking to you when you're like this." Hermione snapped as she packed away her work.
"When i'm like what?" Harry asked as he watched her, "i'm only stating the facts. What's wrong with that?"
"You're being-"
"Ridiculous?" Harry interrupted her.
"I'm leaving." Hermione zipped her bag closed.
"To go where? Going to finish your precious letter?" Harry asked snidely, his eyes flashing.
Hermione stopped her movements and looked him square in the eye. "And what if i am?" She placed her hands on her hips. "Are you going to stop me?"
Harry sneered. "No. You can do whatever the hell you want." He stood up, the chair falling to the ground with a loud thud. "Maybe you could invite him to spend the summer with you and your parents while you're at it." He turned from her before she could answer and stormed out of the common room.
Knock knock.
"Who's that?" Hagrid's booming voice echoed from the small hut accompanied by the sound of Fang's loud barking. Harry stood by the door, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he glared at the door.
"It's Harry."
"Oh." Harry could hear the increased movements inside the hut and smiled unconsciously. His foul mood lessening slightly as the door banged open and he came face to face with the half-giant.
"Harry!" Hagrid smiled, his beetle like eyes crinkling at the edges. He swept him into a big hug. "Come in. Come in."
Touching his ribs tenderly, Harry smiled up at him. "Hey Hagrid."
He made his way into the warm room and sat down on the sofa. "Heya Fang." He laughed as the dog jumped on him. His barking having stopped to accommodate the licking that was now taking place.
"Get offa him Fang, ye stupid dog." Hagrid pulled him by the collar, saving Harry from the onslaught.
Harry laughed again, the feeling a welcome relief to the angst he'd been feeling. "It's ok Hagrid." Harry smiled, scratching Fang under his chin. "I've missed ya too mate."
He glanced up at Hagrid after Fang had calmed down, the dog now sitting contently beside Harry, it's large head resting on his knee. "I've missed you too Hagrid." Harry looked at his old friend softly. "Sorry I haven't visited much."
"Ye right Harry." Hagrid waved a big hand dismissively. "God knows ye been busy with all ye trainin' and what not." He stood up. "Let me put the kettle on for ye."
Harry watched fondly as Hagrid clicked the on switch and looked through the draws for a clean cup. The fire crackled in the corner, providing a comforting sound.
"So, how have you been?" Harry wondered. He really hadn't seen him that much and didn't really know what he'd been up to. "What have you been up to?"
"Doing some errands for Dumbledore." Hagrid answered, piquing Harry's interest immediately.
"Really? What kind of errands?" Harry asked as casually as possible.
Hagrid smiled at him. "Ye just get more curious as ye get older don't ye 'Arry?" He asked rhetorically.
Harry laughed. "How's Grawp going?" He asked as the took the tea from Hagrid.
"Much better." Hagrid beamed. "Maybe ye wanna come visit sometime? He's awful lonely. Being by himself a lot."
Harry nodded, a slight smile on his face. He wasn't too keen on seeing Hagrid's half brother but felt like he owed it to him. "I'd love to."
He was rewarded with another beaming smile. "Ye gotta bring Hermione of course."
"Of course." Harry smiled a tight smile, his jaw locking at the thought of Hermione. A wave of guilt made its presence known before an even bigger and overwhelming wave of jealousy crashed down on him. He tightened his grip on the mug.
"Ye alright there?" Hagrid asked, noticing his change in demeanor.
Harry started to nod before shaking his head. "Hermione and I had a fight." He glared at his cup.
"Ah."
"It was stupid." Harry continued, his angry feelings deflating as their argument flashed through his mind. "I know it was. I was a jerk." shook his head. "But honestly, she's writing to Viktor bloody Krum and didn't tell me. How the hell am I supposed to act?" He shook his head.
"Oh."
"I know, I know." Harry bit his lip. "She says their only friends. Of course, I believe her. Does she really think that he only wants to be her friend though? I mean. Are you kidding me. The guy was obsessed with her."
"Well, Harry."
"And why didn't she bother to tell me? Why did she try and hide it?"
"Uh."
"Because she knew i'd act like this?" Harry looked up at Hagrid and sighed. "Or because of something else?" He left the thought hanging in the air.
"Ye need to talk to 'er Harry." Hagrid said as he looked over at him.
"I know." Harry nodded slowly.
Over an hour later and Harry was rushing towards the castle after bidding a hasty farewell to Hagrid. He was supposed to be in the middle of conducting a DA meeting but lost track of time.
Upon opening the door of the classroom, he was confronted with a flurry of activity. Students were paired off, practicing spell work. Glancing around the room, he found Hermione standing beside McGlaggen. She seemed to be explaining something to him, her wand waving around as she demonstrated the spell. McGlaggen was hanging on her every word, his eyes glued to her. The look in his eyes igniting that fire in Harry once again. He grit his teeth and turned to Remus who was approaching him.
"You alright Harry?" He asked as they both sat on a desk that was pushed against a wall. "We were getting worried."
Harry smiled, restraining the urge to watch Hermione again. "Sorry about that. I went and visited Hagrid and lost track of time."
Remus nodded slowly, eying him with concern.
"So, how's today gone?" Harry asked before Remus could voice his worries.
"Same as usual." Remus observed the room. "They've come a long way already."
Harry nodded absently, his eyes drawn to Ron and Luna who were currently laughing together over something. He felt a familiar gaze on him and refused to meet it. He turned to Remus. "Do you think they deserve a bit of a treat?" He smiled, pulling out his wand and twirling it around in his hand.
"What were you thinking?" Remus looked at him curiously.
"A duel." Harry supplied. He had a lot of pent up energy and wanted to exhaust himself. "What do you reckon? Up for a challenge Moony?"
His old professor merely raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing across his lips. Giving a small laugh and nod, Remus turned to the class and whistled loudly, quickly gaining everyone's attention.
"So nice of you to join us Harry." Seamus commented as he caught sight of him sitting on the table.
"Indeed, to grace us with your presence. It's almost too much." Dean pretended to faint, earning small chuckles from those around him.
Rolling his eyes at his dorm mates, Harry hopped down off the table and addressed the group. "I was just talking to Remus and we decided to demonstrate a duel for you." There were murmurs in the crowd but Harry ignored them and continued on. "Anything's game yeah?" He looked at Lupin for confirmation, the older man nodding. The two made their way into the middle of the room, students surrounding them in a circle. Waving his wand, Harry produced a magical dome, ensuring that no one else got hit by any stray curses. He glanced around the room, easily spotting Tonks with her bright blue hair. "You'll referee?"
Tonks nodded as she stepped forward. "No worries."
Sending her a small smile of thanks, Harry took position opposite Lupin. As they bowed, Harry felt that now familiar rush of magical energy as it cursed through his body. Counting to three, he allowed the magic to overtake him, like electricity.
Remus made the first move. Sending a wave of varied spells his way. Harry flicked his wrist, producing a shield around him that easily absorbed the curses. Remus continued to fire at him relentlessly, his spells hitting and merging into the shield, forcing Harry to concentrate harder to maintain it's strength. Pushing the magic back towards Remus, he forced the shield away from him. A wave of powerful magic now rushing towards Remus. The latter only avoiding the onslaught with a well timed shield that deflected the curses. Without missing a beat, Harry gave a sharp jab of his wand, sending a stinging spell at his opponents wrist. The spell was accurate, Remus flinching away but still maintaining a good grip on his wand. Another quick jab of his wrist and he send a jinx at his legs, binding them together with rope and tripping him up. Remus tried disarming him, the curse easily deflected. Just as he was about to end the duel, he caught a glimmer out of the corner of his eye that broke his concentration. McGlaggen was standing close to Hermione. Too close. His brief hesitation resulted in being hit hard by a curse. The spell lifting him up in the air, before landing on the ground hard. The wind now taken out of him and his glasses lying somewhere beside him, Harry tried to ignore the loud gasps that echoed around the room as he groped blindly for his wand that he had dropped. He could hear Remus get out of his body bind and summoned his wand to him. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he waved his wand in the direction where the big blur of a body stood. A shot of red light erupted from his wand, almost blinding him. Lupin produced another shield, but this time the spell was too powerful. The surge of red light smashing through the barrier and hitting him square on the chest, knocking him backward. Waving his wand lazily again, he disarmed him.
The duel only lasted 30 seconds.
The room erupted into noise. Squinting around for his glasses, Harry sensed Hermione approach. Her familiar scent washing over him as she held his glasses in front of her.
"If i give them to you, will you promise to look at me?" She asked quietly.
Harry could only nod slowly. "Thanks." He said softly as he put them on, her face coming into view. He tried holding her steadfast gaze but found he couldn't for some reason. Lifting himself up from the ground, he glanced over at Remus who was currently being helped up by Tonks.
"Early minute guys." Harry called to the excited crowd.
As everyone exited, Harry and Hermione slowly made their way towards Tonks and Remus.
"You lost your concentration." Remus remarked as Harry handed him back his wand.
Harry nodded, pocketing his own wand. "I know."
"That could've been a more dangerous curse, you wouldn't have been able to recover." Remus continued.
"I know."
"It would've been a more difficult curse had I been a Death Eater."
"I know."
"Don't let it happen again." Remus nodded at him, his expression serious. He turned to Tonks and they exited the room together, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
Harry closed his eyes to fight the swirl of emotions inside of him. "I'm sorry about earlier." He said when she didn't say anything.
"Me too." Hermione said softly. "I should've told you we were still in contact."
Harry nodded slowly before lifting his eyes to meet her gaze. "Were you two ever together?"
"No. We weren't." Hermione answered easily.
Harry felt relief flood through him. "But he liked you right? I mean. He came to me because he thought I was competition."
This time Hermione blushed. "I suppose so. The feeling was never mutual though." She insisted. "I spoke about you a lot." She paused. "He didn't like that."
"I can't imagine he would." Harry smiled softly.
Hermione returned his smile. "I think he knew how I felt about you before even I did."
"Do you know who likes you?" Harry asked suddenly.
"You mean apart from you?" Hermione smiled.
Harry smiled faintly. "Yes. Apart from me."
"McGlaggen?" Hermione offered with a shrug. Laughing quietly at Harry's surprised look.
"Uh, yeah.." Harry trailed off. "You know?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I know. I have eyes. But he's harmless. Sure, he's full of himself and a bit of a sleaze. But he's all talk."
"I don't like how he looks at you." Harry admitted.
Hermione's eyes softened slightly as she smiled at him. "I know. You have quite the glare on you."
"You do know everything don't you?" Harry shook his head in disbelief. "I don't know why i'm surprised."
"I don't know why you are either." Hermione shook her head at him, a slow teasing smile on her face.
"I don't trust him." He said softly. "He looks at you as though you're a target."
Hermione looked at him gently. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life." Harry answered without a moments hesitation.
"Then trust me when I say you've got nothing to worry about. I can handle myself Harry, I'm a big girl." She winked at him.
"If he tries anything-" Harry started.
"I'll make sure he won't do it again." Hermione finished for him.
"And you'll allow me to punch him in the face?" Harry asked.
"You know I don't condone physical violence." Hermione grinned. "But if that ever happens... Then yes. I will allow you to punch him in the face."
Smiling in satisfaction Harry pulled Hermione towards him, holding her tightly to him. She was a perfect fit, her head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck.
Harry kissed her on the forehead as they pulled away. "When did you realize?" He asked curiously as she stepped out of his embrace. "When did you realize what Krum knew before you did I mean?"
"When did I realize I was head over heels in love with my green-eyed best friend?" Hermione clarified.
"Yes. That." Harry grinned.
"The night I gave you this necklace." Hermione said softly as she stepped forward and fingered the small snitch. She watched it glint in the light before looking up into his eyes. "The way you looked at me that night." She blushed at the memory. "It was like... I can't even explain it. You took my breath away."
Chapter 23: A Message
"You really need to stop staring." His voice was light and amused as he flipped through a potions textbook absently.
They were in the library studying and he could feel Hermione's constant and unwavering gaze on him.
"I can't help it."
"It's getting kinda creepy."
"Well honestly. What do you expect? You look completely different!"
Harry raised an eyebrow and glanced up at her, bemused. "I'm not wearing my glasses. It's not like I've dyed my hair blonde."
Hermione stared at him quietly, a calculating look on her face and didn't respond. After a couple of seconds of her plainly staring at him, Harry started to become slightly uncomfortable.
He cleared his throat. "I don't look revolting or something do I?" He asked her curiously. "I agree, it's a bit weird… but it's practical right?" He was babbling now. "I mean, in a duel. It's not exactly a great thing to be worried about you know." He paused briefly. "Besides, you're the one who suggested it!"
Hermione snapped out of her daze and nodded. "Well, of course. I know that." She bit her lip, her head tilting to the side as she searched for the right way to word her thoughts. She brushed her long brown ringlets out of her face and took a deep breath. "It's just that it was just such a distinguishable feature about you, you know? And now, well." She shrugged a bit. "Now that's gone." She smiled softly. "Your eyes look even more green."
"Didn't think that was possible." Harry remarked dryly.
Hermione laughed lightly, her own eyes twinkling brightly, "Neither did I Harry. Neither did I."
A blast of noise greeted Harry as he clambered through the portrait door. A mass of people surrounded him, their grinning faces and loud voices mingling in with the loud music that was sounding from a charmed radio. He peered around the room curiously, looking for someone familiar. When he saw a flash of red hair, he had to fight through the crowd to get to him.
"What's all this about?" Harry asked Ron as he came to a stop where the redhead was standing, a plastic cup in his hands. Harry eyed the contents cautiously and frowned at the clear liquid.
"Harry!" A wide grin spread across his face, which was tinged pink. His flaming red hair was sticking up in all directions and his eyes had a glassy look to them but had lighted up when they saw him.
Harry eyed the cup in his best friends hand again, nodding to it in question. "What are you drinking?"
He was answered with a secretive smile and a small wink. "Dean and Seamus smuggled it in."
Harry rolled his eyes, "and by 'it' I assume you mean firewhiskey?"
Ron only grinned again before taking a long drink. He was about to say something when a flushed Hermione appeared beside them.
Ignoring Harry, her brown eyes were narrowed into tiny slits as she stared at Ron. "For Merlin's sake Ron, you're a prefect!" her voice was dangerously low. "It's bad enough that you're underage… You're supposed to be setting a good example!"
"Oh reeelaaaxxxx Herms." Ron said cheerfully, either oblivious to the glare or successfully ignoring the look that usually had him running in the opposite direction. "Have a drink yourself!" He reached for a cup beside him and poured punch into it.
"Relax?" Her eyes flashed and her mouth fell open. She looked at the cup in disgust. "I've been running around the common trying to get all the 4th years and below to bed." She snatched the cup out of his hands and emptied the contents back into the punch bowl. "Thanks for helping me by the way." She snapped sarcastically. "Do you know how difficult it is to get a bunch of whiny kids to bed? Or have you even considered how much trouble we can get in if we get caught? No, of course you don't, because that would require actual thought!"
Ron shrugged, reaching for a new cup and ladling some punch into it with deliberate slowness. "Then we won't get caught, will we?"
"You're such an assh..."
"How much did they get in?" Harry jumped in curiously. The festivities around him had cheered him up after a hard lesson with Dumbledore. The music was and laughter was a welcome change. He felt his shoulders relax and his mind drifted away from the harsh realities that the lessons with Dumbledore always brought.
Hermione closed her mouth, irritation flittering across her face at the interruption. She directed her glare towards him instead. It had the desired affect. "Please don't tell me you're happy about this!"
"No of course not." Harry stuttered lamely under her gaze. "I'm just wondering..."
Hermione continued to stare him down, studying him in her shrewd way. Harry felt his neck grown warm and he glanced around the room. People were dancing, smiling and laughing. He sighed and took a deep breath, acutely aware that he could be digging a very deep grave by opening his mouth. "Ok, you're right. I think this is absolutely amazing. Look at everyone." He gestured to all the happy students. "I can't even remember the last time we all just enjoyed ourselves."
"This is totally irresponsible! Not to mention we're breaking about 20 school rules!" Hermione countered. She looked over at Parvati, who chose at that moment to stumble onto Seamus' lap. The latter looking decidedly pleased at the arrangement. "Are we seeing this?" She looked pointedly back at the two boys who were trying unsuccessfully to hide back smiles.
"Oh, we're seeing it." Ron grinned slyly, giving Seamus a thumbs up.
"Just, let them… relax for a bit yeah?" Harry proposed quietly before Hermione could respond to Ron. "We won't let things get out of hand." He added as he saw her eyes narrow. "I promise we won't. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad to act like we're…" He shrugged. "16 year olds… Besides, it's not like anyone is going to get hurt."
"But we're breaking so many rules." Hermione muttered, biting her lip.
Harry laughed, smiling as he saw her resolve weaken. "Rules are made to be broken Granger." He accepted a cup from Ron and pulled her towards him. "Live a little!"
Hermione eyed his cup hesitantly "You're such a bad influence."
"I blame the redhead." Harry winked at her as he lifted the cup his mouth.
The next morning Harry awoke with a searing pain in his head. Yet, instead of the usual origin being that of the lightning scar – this pain was completely self-induced.
"Harry?"
He groaned, cuddling his pillow closer. He heard someone move near him and a moment later, sunlight streamed through his open curtains.
"Ugh..." He was almost certain his head would explode.
The person moved closer and shook his shoulder. The movement caused his head to spin. "Harry, wake up." They sounded far too loud for this time in the morning.
"No." He groaned, burrowing further into his pillow. "Let me sleep." His voice was hoarse and sounded so foreign to his own ears he briefly questioned if he was the one who had actually spoken.
He heard a scoff and felt a weight add to the bed. "It's 2 p.m. I think I've let you sleep enough."
He snapped a bleary eye open in surprise and groaned again; his head throbbing painfully as he adjusted to the light. "What happened?"
Hermione smirked. "Too much firewhiskey I'd say."
Harry nodded then stopped suddenly when he felt the urge to vomit. He looked around the room and saw all his dorm-mates in various places. Ron hadn't even made it to the bed. He lay on his stomach, his shirt off and a spilt cup of punch next to him, perched at precarious angle.
He rolled over on his back and covered his eyes with his hand, groaning when every part of his body protested. "I feel like I was hit by 20 trains consecutively." His throat screamed at him with every word. "Then it's like someone shoved hot lava down my throat whilst also smashing my head against a wall."
Hermione smiled, a teasing glint appearing in her eye. "You're fairing better than I expected then, I would've said at least 50 trains."
"You're enjoying this."
"I am indeed."
"That's kinda mean."
She shrugged. "That's what you get. Self-induced pain my lovely boyfriend does warrant any sympathy from me."
"But my head hurts." Harry pouted.
Hermione nodded emphatically, as though she knew the motion would cause him to flinch back. She smiled at him softly before rolling her eyes and flicking her wand casually. A glass of ice cold water appeared and she waited patiently for him to set himself up on his pillows before handing the glass over.
Harry savoured every last drop. "You're the best, you know that right?"
"I am aware of this, yes." Hermione grinned.
Sending her a grateful look, Harry surveyed the room again, laughing quietly at the state of his mates. He turned to Hermione and offered her a look of apology. "Why are you not yelling at me?"
"Why would I yell at you?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Because things got a little out of hand?" Harry supplied lamely.
"A little out of hand?" Hermione repeated incredulously. She sighed and nodded toward the other occupants in the room. "You know what they did?" At Harry's blank look she allowed a small smile to grace her face. "They all painted lightning scars on their foreheads and made up a song about you."
Harry frowned. "Um, why?"
Hermione shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Why not? They thought it was a hilarious idea at the time." She grinned at him. "I'll admit. It was a pretty catchy song... Something about slaying basilisks, catching snitches and fighting dragons."
"Sounds absolutely wonderful." Harry mumbled, bringing a hand up to his head.
"You weren't complaining at the time. I think you personally peaked around the time you started a chorus of 'Hogwarts Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts.'"
Harry flinched. "Why aren't you yelling at me again?"
"Because." Hermione smiled softly. "I loved seeing you be you and not the Chosen One. And besides," she added with a slight laugh. "I will never forget you singing that song for as long as I live."
Dinner that evening was a relatively quiet affair at the Gryffindor table as many 5th years and above were nursing some brutal headaches.
Ron's appetite however, had not changed in the slightest. His plate was overflowing with food as his mouth worked furiously to consume everything as quickly as possible.
"Don't you ever feel sick after eating so much, so fast?" Hermione asked with genuine curiosity.
Ron considered her words before shaking his head slowly. His movement, like many, deliberately slow. "Nah, not really."
"So strange." Hermione mumbled just as a blonde haired Slytherin sat down beside her.
Malfoy smirked over at the two boys cheerfully. "Heard you classy Gryffindor's had a smashing party last night." His voice was a bit louder than it needed to be.
"Must you be so loud?" Harry groaned.
"I don't know what you're talking about Potter." Malfoy grinned. "I'm speaking at the normal indoor speaking voice aren't I Granger?"
Hermione laughed lightly. "Not hurting my ears Malfoy." She conceded, "Well, no more than usual anyway." She added teasingly.
"You cut me deep Granger." Malfoy remarked dryly before turning his attention back to the guys, the slight amused glint in his eyes betraying the tone he used. "Anyway. I'd love to hear your cover of our school song Potter." He grinned over at Harry. "Heard your rendition was one of the best."
"Sod off Malfoy."
Chapter 24: Viva La Vida
Harry stared into the pensive with an almost absent look on his face. Dumbledore was speaking, his usually methodic voice not registering with the young man sitting before him.
A run in with his Potions Professor outside the Headmaster's office had him thinking.
Thoughts. Questions. Reasons all swirled inside his mind, jumbling together in an incoherent manner.
He was running late as usual. His long legs strode down the corridor in a hurry; the sound of his black school shoes hitting the stone floor offered the only noise. Thoughts swirled around the wars most recent development. Voldemort's numbers were increasing at a rapid pace – attacks were becoming more frequent and lethal. He was targeting the families of the muggleborns. Hermione was in a constant state of worry for her own parents, even though they'd been placed under the Fidilus charm upon Harry's insistence. He was the secret keeper. Harry was struggling to understand how on earth he was recruiting so many people. Head bowed in thought, with hands stuffed in his pockets he almost ran headlong into Professor Snape.
The near collision bought him out of his daze.
Snape sneered at him; he'd clearly come from a meeting with Dumbeldore. "You're late."
Harry nodded absently, his internal monologue reaching the surface without permission. "How do people become Death Eaters?"
Snape raised an eyebrow at his unexpected question. He began to open his mouth to answer when Harry cut him off.
"I mean… I know how they become ones. I just…" He struggled for the words. "I don't understand how someone can get to that point. That point where they voluntarily chose to serve him. To kill for him. To lose themselves fighting for a cause that promotes prejudice, darkness and hatred." He took a breath, shaking his head. "Not all of them are evil, are they? They have families and friends. Why isn't that enough? Why do you need more reason to fight for a life that isn't surrounded by death and destruction? A place where you can love who you want to love, be friends with whoever you like. How can they even let themselves be consumed by his cause?"
By this point, Snape was wearing an openly gobsmacked expression, clearly thrown Harry's sudden outburst. His lack of response urged Harry forward. "I mean, take Wormtail. He had friends right? He had good friends. People who knew right from wrong, good and evil, yet he allowed himself to be manipulated, why? Because he was jealous? Because he was a coward? How the fuck can someone who has any sense of morality fall into that type of world?"
He was met with silence, his breathing coming out in harsh intervals. His cheeks coloured in embarrassment, shoulders slumping forward in exhaustion, he muttered a quiet apology. Sidestepping around the still statuesque Professor, he'd made it halfway down the hall when a voice stopped him.
"Greed. Power. Fear."
The words were spoken quietly.
Snape continued slowly, turning around to face Harry. "People aren't black and white. There is no clear definition… you can't just be good... or just evil." He leveled the young wizard with a serious look. "Some people...they don't come from happy homes. They don't experience happy childhoods. They've been jaded, in some way. And it's left them crippled. So they hate the world. They look for someone to blame, and they want them to suffer for it."
Harry shook his head, still struggling to understand. "So they allow themselves to fall into the darkness. Because it's easier than fighting for the goodness."
"Some people are more apt at resisting terrible hardships." He looked at Harry with a pointed gaze. His glance drifted away. "Some aren't."
"And some are just psychopaths." Harry added, thoughts drifting to Bellatrix Lestrange.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Snape's face. "The Dark Lord offers them an outlet. It is an easy solution for them. They embrace what he can provide… They are in awe of him. And they're scared of him. The power he offers, it's something that many people desire and it's a way that he lures them in."
Harry nodded, but Snape could see he was still having a hard time comprehending it all as a justification.
"For as long as we live. There is always going to be someone who lacks the ability to feel and empathize… Someone who's distorted view of people and life appeals to a minority of people."
Harry smiled softly. "A minority?"
Snape smirked, yet the usual trace of snarkiness was absent. "The good in the world will always outweigh the bad."
"And love with always trump hate?" Harry supplied lightly.
Snape studied him for a moment and all lightheartedness vanished. His eyes looked into green orbs yet Harry felt he wasn't looking specifically at him. Blinking slowly, he refocused his gaze. "You are living proof of that Harry."
Dumbledore paused in his speech, eying Harry thoughtfully. "Is there something on your mind Harry?" The professor inquired.
At the mention of his voice, Harry's eyes snapped up in surprise. A faint reddish colour filled his cheeks at being caught daydreaming. He sat up straighter in his seat and offered what he hoped was an apologetic smile. "I'm just learning to see things differently Sir, trying to understand."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and they sat in silence. Harry looked into the swirling memories. An image of a young Tom Riddle flashed to the surface. "Did you know?"
"Know what Harry?"
"That he was capable of so much?"
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, his face looking old and worn. "Tom Riddle was a peculiar young boy. You saw our first meeting, Harry. You saw the way his eyes lighted up at his accounts of making people do what he wanted and so on." He sighed. "I had hoped this was merely a reaction to living in an orphanage. To gain affection from anyone, to be listened to. I thought Hogwarts could provide him, for the first time, a place he could call home."
Harry listened quietly, unnerved slightly.
"When he settled however, it became evident that he lacked any warmth or kindness. Yet, he was charming and very intelligent. Many of the teachers adored him, and he was a favourite of many. "
"But did you know?"
Dumbledore shook his head again. "No, Harry. I wish I did." The image of Riddle vanished.
By the time he had entered the common room, there were only a few older people who remained awake. Hermione and Ron sat chatting on the couch; excited expressions filled their faces.
"What's going on?" Harry asked as he sat down next to Hermione.
Ron grinned, and looked to Hermione to answer. Hermione nodded, a wide grin of her own spreading across her face. She clasped Harry's hand tightly. "Remus and Tonks are getting married!"
"What the fu… they're engaged?" Harry's eyes widened. "They were going out?"
Hermione nodded emphatically. "Yes, isn't it wonderful? They'd been seeing each other for ages but they'd kept it quiet. I suppose they didn't want to wait anymore."
"So… they're going to be man and wife…wow."
"That's generally what happens when you marry, yes." Hermione squeezed his hand.
Harry rolled his eyes at her and hid a smile. This was exciting. "When are they gonna do it then?"
"As soon as possible." Ron jumped in. "The War is getting more serious by the day and they want to be married before it gets too bad." At the mention of the War, a more serious mood was created. His earlier conversations with both Snape and Dumbledore remained fresh in his mind.
Hermione cleared her throat and marched on. "They're having it this Saturday. We're being transported to the Order for the reception."
Harry nodded and smiled at Hermione, her eyes were glowing happily and her mood was infectious. "Not gonna get me drunk again and take advantage of me are you?"
Hermione snorted. "You wish Potter."
Harry smirked and raised an eyebrow, causing Hermione to blush. "Honestly Harry," She slapped him lightly on the arm. "Is that all you ever think about?"
Laughing, Harry shrugged casually. "Pretty much."
"Ugh. You two sicken me." Ron made a gagging sound and stood up. "Excuse me whilst I empty the contents of my dinner into the toilet."
Harry laughed again before asking a question that had been on his mind for a while. "What's going on between you and Luna, Ron?"
The red-head froze. "What are you talking about?"
"You just seem really close lately." Hermione remarked. The tips of Ron's ears turned red.
"We're just friends." He muttered. "She doesn't like me like that."
Harry almost laughed out loud at how ridiculous that was. "Are you serious? She's been into you for ages!"
Ron frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Ron, a girl doesn't make up a song about a boy unless she likes him." Hermione explained. She shook her head, amazed at how dense he was. "I mean really, 'Weasley is our King,' do you really need more evidence?"
"But she was just being Luna." Ron defended.
Harry smirked. "She never wrote a song about me…" he sighed dramatically. "And I'm much more handsome than you… thus she's clearly blinded by her love for you."
Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him before turning her attention to Ron. "She likes you Ron, how bout you invite her on Saturday?"
Ron looked doubtful. "You think she'd come?"
Hermione sighed again. "Of course I do."
"Ok, I'll ask." Ron nodded. "But if you're both wrong and I end up looking like the biggest twat in the world, I'm coming for you."
"Gonna smother us with your dirty socks?" Harry wondered.
Ron smirked. "Make that dirty jocks mate."
Lying awake in bed later that night, with Ron's industrially loud snores reaching his bed. His scar tweaked and he could feel a little bit of darkness push itself onto him. Closing his eyes, he thought of Hermione and Ron. Tonks and Remus, and how they were going to get married. Suddenly the darkness vanished and his mind cleared and Harry smiled. Snape was right. The good will always outweigh the bad.
Chapter 25: Every Teardrop is a Waterfall
Harry sighed in frustration as he adjusted his tie for what seemed like the hundredth time. Loud cursing caught his attention. Tearing his gaze away from his tie, he peered in the mirror and eyed his best friends reflection, a small smile coming to his face.
Ron Weasley was a nervous wreck. Today was the day of Tonks and Remus' wedding. Today was the day when the war didn't exist. Today was the day he would be taking Luna Lovegood on a date.
"Ron," Harry started as he turned away from his reflection, "You need to relax mate – you're beginning to make me nervous."
Ron looked up and sent a small glare, a panicked expression on his face. "This is all your bloody fault." He complained.
"Mine?" Harry asked with a laugh. He leaned against the post of his bed and crossed his arms, curious to hear what Ron would come up with. He wasn't let down.
Ron nodded emphatically as he ran a comb through his fire red hair. "Yep. Yours and Hermione's." He paused long enough to point a finger. "Your bloody idea to ask Luna to the wedding."
Harry nodded slowly. "Right, well… she said yes didn't she? How is this a bad thing? You should be thanking us."
"Thanking you?" Ron spluttered, ears turning red as he turned to look at him. "You've bloody ruined everything."
Sighing slowly, Harry placed his hands in his pockets and rolled onto his heels. "Please enlighten me Ron, on how anything is ruined?"
Just as Ron opened his mouth to respond, the door banged open.
Ron huffed, all stress about his impending date vanishing rapidly. "Honestly Hermione, what if I'd been naked?"
The brown haired witch scrunched her face in displeasure. "Thanks for that image Ronald, just what I needed before breakfast."
Shrugging, Ron turned toward the mirror and struggled with his tie. "If you keep on walking in unannounced, then you'll just might come across something you're not expecting."
"You look nice." Hermione ignored Ron and addressed Harry. She smiled up at him softly and moved forward. Placing her hands on his chest, she clucked a bit at his tie. "Honestly Harry. You've been wearing a tie for 6 years at school, how can you possibly not know how to tie one properly?"
Harry grinned, his eyes softening considerably as he looked at her. "Because then I would need another excuse to get close to you."
Hermione blushed as she worked on his tie, a small smile gracing her face. She admired her work before looking him in the eye. "Newsflash Harry. You don't need an excuse."
A strangled sound from the other side of the room drew their attention.
"You two." Ron shook his head. "Are painful to be around."
Hermione sighed quietly and took a step back. Harry sent her a helpless shrug before nodding towards Ron. "He might be tad nervous about seeing Luna." He whispered quietly.
"Mmm, I can see that." Hermione muttered. She walked over to where Ron was standing and offered him a small smile. "What's wrong Ron? You were so excited last night."
The red head looked at her helplessly. "My whole family is going to be there." He stated as though it explained everything. Hermione glanced over at Harry and the two exchanged confused looks.
"And…?" Hermione prompted, her gaze once again firmly on Ron. "Why is that so awful?"
Ron sighed before launching into a detailed analysis. "She'll be overwhelmed. The twins will be completely inappropriate. Mum will smother her and start talking about us getting married and having babies and Ginny will be telling her that I'm completely horrible and that she shouldn't date me."
Hermione smiled encouragingly. "Ron, this is Luna we're talking about. She'll love your family. Just like we do."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Hermione's right mate. I mean, Fred and George said I shouldn't be friends with you – something about not being able to trust red-heads…" Harry paused suddenly, contemplating his words. "Which is kind of ironic considering they're red-heads. Which would mean I can't trust them and sometimes that's true isn't it? They're very tricky those guys. But yeah, I'm still friends with you aren't I? Even though you're a red-head." He let out a long breath, looking decidedly pleased with himself.
"Harry stop talking." Hermione patted his arm softly. She turned to Ron and started fixing his tie. "Look Ron, you have nothing to worry about. Luna likes you for you and your family won't have any influence on that. You just need to relax and be yourself." Hermione nodded in approval before stepping back. "Well, maybe not when you're eating. Perhaps you should pretend to be more human at dinner-time." She added thoughtfully.
Relief swept across his face as Ron grinned down at Hermione. "You're awesome Herms." He gave her a big bear hug, his long arms pulling her tightly against him and lifting her off the ground. Setting her down, he ignored the glare at referring to her as Herms. He took one last look in the mirror before marching toward the door. "I'm off to woo Miss Luna Lovegood!"
Hermione tittered softly as the door closed behind Ron. "Herms. Honestly, it's the ugliest nickname in the world."
Harry smiled. "It's not that awful. Ron just does it because he knows you hate it. Maybe you should pretend to like it? Then he'd stop."
"Worth a shot I suppose." Hermione agreed. She sighed dramatically and turned to face Harry head on.
Harry have her a gentle smile, tugging her towards him. "I thought people weren't supposed to upstage the bride." He said softly, his eyes sweeping up and down. He met Hermione's blush with a grin. "You look stunning 'Mione." And she honestly did. Her dark hair cascaded freely down her back. She wore a deep purple dress that stopped just short of her knees, her heels made her almost the same height as Harry.
Hermione laughed quietly, eyes twinkling happily. "Why thank you Mr. Potter." She kissed him quickly on the lips. "You look as dashing as ever."
"Figured I'd have to put in some effort to not look so out of place next to you." Harry shrugged.
Rolling her eyes at his comment, Hermione stepped into his embrace. Her head resting comfortably against his shoulder whilst his head sat atop hers. His hands lightly traced her bare back, warmth radiating onto her at his touch. Silenced enveloped the both of them as they enjoyed being with each other. Closing her eyes and moving her head to the crook of his neck, Hermione breathed in his scent. Smiling softly, she pressed a soft kiss on his pulse, enjoying its rapid speed. "I love you Harry." Hermione whispered so softly Harry had to strain to hear it.
Removing his hands from the small of her back, Harry cupped her face in his hands. His eyes sought hers and met them easily.
"I love you too." He said earnestly. "So much Hermione."
Raising the glass slowly to his mouth, Harry quietly observed the activities that surrounded him. There was so much noise going on that it was a struggle to hear what the person next to you was even saying. Hermione was currently dancing with George, laughter bubbling out of her as the latter performed crazy, eccentric moves. Ron was listening intently to an energised Luna. He was clearly making a conscious effort to eat like a normal human being, taking small bites of food and not talking with his mouth full. Harry smiled.
Lastly, Harry's eyes settled on the newlyweds. Remus was twirling Tonks around, both laughing at their dancing. Eyes only for each other, it seemed as though they were completely unaware of those moving around them.
"You 'right there 'Arry?"
Dragging his eyes away from the happy scene, Harry turned toward the voice. He smiled up at the half-giant.
"I'm just fine Hagrid." He nodded toward the happy couple. "They deserve this don't they? This happiness."
Hagrid smiled, his black eyes crinkling at the edges. "Aye, right you are."
Grinning up at his old friend, Harry felt a rush of fondness. Hagrid wore a bow-tie, his bushy pulled back. He'd missed him more than he realised. "How have you been Hagrid?"
Pulling up a seat next to the young wizard, Hagrid downed a class of whiskey before answering. "Been as good as ye can i spose 'Arry. Grawp's learnin an awful lot lately. Ye gotta come and see."
The thought of hanging out with Grawp wasn't exactly appealing but Harry still managed a grin, "of course."
Getting caught up with Hagrid lasted an enjoyable 30 minutes. After their chatter died down, Harry once again allowed his gaze to sweep across the room and as always settled on a brown haired witch. He was as transfixed as ever. She was radiant. Lively. Gorgeous.
Noticing his gaze and lack of attention, Hagrid gave him a gentle nudge. "She looks beautiful tonight Harry."
Harry smiled softly, still not willing to look anywhere else. "She looks beautiful all the time Hagrid." As he finished his comment, a slower song began to play. Figuring there was less of a chance of injuring himself and the people around him, Harry quietly excused himself and made his way over the dance floor. Coming up behind George, who was still dancing as though pop music was playing, he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Do you mind if I cut in?" Harry asked, awkwardly sidestepping an erratic move. Hermione laughed at his reaction and quickly tugged on his hand to bring him close to her.
George pouted, yet still managed to keep dancing. He bowed dramatically. "Of course Harry, I reckon your lady was beginning to miss you."
"Thanks for the dancing tips." Hermione called after him, as he now moved toward his wide-eyed sister.
Harry eyed Hermione wearily. "Dancing tips?"
Laughing, Hermione pulled him closer. Gripping his hands, she placed them at the small of her back.
"I don't want to stand on your feet." Harry mumbled awkwardly. He felt so nervous.
Hermione grinned up at him lightly, endeared by his hesitancy. "Don't worry Harry, we won't be doing the tango or the waltz." She leaned up and kissed him softly. "You don't even have to move." She smiled. "Just sway?" Without waiting for a response, they began to sway slowly to the music. Harry pulled her closer to him and closed his eyes. He placed a kiss at the crown of her head, revelling in the feel of her heartbeat against his.
"Speech! Speech! Speech!"
Remus coughed lightly as everyone egged him on. Hermione stood with her back against Harry, whose arms encircled her. Holding her hands tightly in his, Harry smiled at the scene before him. All the people he cared about most in the world were there and were all enjoying themselves thoroughly. It was as though Voldemort didn't even exist.
Stepping forward and waving his hands to quieten the crowd, Remus began his speech. "I would like to start by thanking all of you for coming today." He grinned, "Tonks and I both know it may seem incredibly sudden but we knew this was right for us." He sent his new wife a small private smile. "To share this day with all of you has really made it all the more special. I've waited a long time for someone like Tonks to come into my life, and I truly believe i am the luckiest man in the world right now. Knowing her has made me a better person, and for that I thank her. I can only promise that for the rest of my life i will try to make her feel like the special and wonderful woman she is."
Harry heard Hermione give a small sniff, and was startled to see many of the women in the crowd shedding tears. Hugging Hermione tightly, he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
Remus smiled, his gaze resting on Harry for a moment before he addressed the crowd again. "Now, the night is still young my friends. So please don't stop anytime soon."
Taking a deep breathe, Harry released his hold on Hermione and made his way over to Remus. "Do you mind if I say something? I feel like there should be a toast or something."
Remus looked surprised. "Of course not Harry. I'd love for you too." There was a sad look in his eyes and Harry could tell he was thinking of The Marauders.
Harry started to open his mouth when he was interrupted.
"Speech! Speech! Speech!"
Harry rolled his eyes at the twins, nodding all the same. "Ok guys, relax." He eyes sought out Hermione's and he smiled at her perplexed look.
"We love you Harry." Fred shouted out suddenly, the champagne in his glass spilling onto the carpet in his excitement.
"I love ya too buddy" Harry grinned. Now that he had the attention of the entire room he felt nervous. Thinking he should be used to it by now, he mentally shook himself. "I just wanted to say a few things about the newlyweds really." He stated lamely. Taking a deep breathe, he let the words flow from his mouth. "I don't know anyone who deserves more happiness in this world than these two." Harry said softly and directed his attention to the duo. "You are both such amazing people, and I'm honoured to call you my friends. You've taught me so much in the time that i've known you and I'm so grateful for that. I know that in knowing you two, I've become a better person." He allowed a small smile to grace his face. "As everyone here probably knows, just being in a room with you two for 5 minutes, it's obvious how much you care about each other, how much you love each other. Now I know that I haven't known you two for all that long, but I do know that in that time - I've never seen either of you as happy as you are now." He glanced at Hermione and the usual rush of love and affection filled him up. He raised his glass. "To Remus and Tonks."
The crowd echoed him cheerfully before the music was started up and the festivities began again. Harry turned to Remus and gave him a hug. "Congratulations you two." He smiled at Tonks.
Clapping him roughly on the back, Remus offered him a watery smile. "Thanks Harry."
Tonks smiled softly, pulling him into an embrace. "We're better for knowing you too, Harry."
Blushing in embarrassment, Harry was about to respond when he felt someone's hand entwine with his. Glancing down, he met Hermione's smile. "You've been crying." Harry stated, brushing away the wetness that was still on her cheeks.
"Wedding's get the best of me." Hermione admitted sheepishly.
Tonks laughed, "not the only one." She nodded toward the rest of the women in the room. "Lucky there's a spell that prevents your eye make-up from running."
"Could've been a disaster." Hermione agreed chuckling. "You look beautiful Tonks." She nudged Remus playfully. "You're a lucky man Professor Lupin."
Remus grinned. "Very much so Miss. Granger." His eyes softened as Tonks stepped into his arms. "Very much so.
Chapter 26: Paradise
Paradise
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Character's aren't mine either. Waaah. I'm just a fan having some fun. :)
Sunlight streamed through the open window of the 6th year Gryffindor Boys window, a welcome relief to the usually cold and blustery conditions.
Harry lay quietly on his bed, with no intention of moving any time soon. Dark circles under his eyes showed his lack of sleep. Yet, as exhausted as he was, his mind continued to work frantically.
Life since Remus and Tonks' wedding had been plagued with war. That one-day of happiness now overshadowed by Voldemort's unrelenting advances. Every day, the Daily Prophet were reporting violent riots all throughout London and Britian, with muggleborn and halfblood families being targeted at random.
Diagon Alley was no longer the cheerful place Harry remembered from his 1st year. People had now deserted the place in fear. Death Eaters no longer lurked in dark corners, but walked proudly throughout the streets. Shops closed down, with even Fred and George admitting it had become too dangerous to continue.
Everywhere he looked, Harry was reminded of the war. Even Hogwarts, the one place that had seemingly felt untouched was now under threat. Even more students had been withdrawn. The castle's emptiness was a constant reminder of a war brewing outside its walls.
Harry sighed, a hand reaching up to his scar. It had been stinging for the last few days, and worried Harry immensely. Although his mind was closed and protected – the sting was always there and always reminded Harry that Voldemort was out there and getting stronger every day.
'You awake Harry?" Ron called from the doorway, his voice weary and tired.
'Yeah mate, what's up?' Harry asked, forcing a smile.
Ron shrugged and walked over to the window. The sunlight hit his face, illuminating his red hair. Closing his eyes he began to talk.
'Luna's dad wants to bring her home.'
Harry sighed quietly as he pushed the covers off his body. 'What does Luna say? Will she go?'
Ron glanced at Harry and offered a small grin. 'She says she wants to stay. She doesn't want to let you-know-who…' Ron frowned. 'Voldemort. She doesn't want to let Voldemort dictate her life. But… '
Harry nodded, thinking. 'But she wants to make her dad happy?' He finished.
Ron turned back to the window with a nod. 'I don't know what to do, Harry.' Ron said quietly. 'I want to be selfish. I want her to stay with me, here. But I understand what her dad wants. He wants to be with her. To keep her safe.' He turned his attention back to Harry, a helpless look his face. 'War fucking sucks.'
Harry barked out laugh, 'yeah, it's not as fun as they make it sound in movies and books do they?'
'What are movies?' Ron asked perplexed.
'Ah, muggle thing, don't worry.' Harry muttered with a wave of his hand. 'Look, I guess you'll just have to accept her decision, no matter how you feel about it and how sucky it could be. The main thing nowadays, is that you're safe.' Harry turned to look out the window. The lake was in the distance, the sun gleaming on its surface. The image was a stark contrast to what was happening outside the grounds of Hogwarts. 'People get nervous. Being away from their parents, loved ones during a time like this.' Harry sighed, 'it can't be easy. And they have a choice. They can leave.' There was an edge to his voice that surprised even Harry.
Ron nodded thoughtfully and eyed him curiously. 'You're not sleeping again are you?'
Harry smiled a sad smile. 'War fucking sucks.'
'Have you spoken to Dumbledore lately?' Ron asked as they made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry nodded. 'Spoke with him last night. He wants me to talk to Slughorn.'
'Slughorn?' Ron scrunched up his face, 'why would he need that?'
'Because apparently he was teaching here when our mate Tom was a student. Dumbledore thinks old Horace told him something that will help us.' Harry sighed. 'And because my mum was a favourite of his, Dumbledore thinks I'll be able to get it out of him. Awesome logic, I know.'
Ron nodded as they entered the hall and spotted Hermione immediately. 'Sounds like fun.' He commented as they sat down next to her.
'What sounds like fun?' Hermione asked as Harry snuck a quick kiss to the side of her head. She offered him a small smile before returning her attention to Ron.
'Harry is gonna get all chummy with Sluggy.' Ron grinned as he spooned some eggs onto his plate.
'Of course he is.' Hermione agreed turning to Harry with confused look, leading Harry to relay the information.
Hermione nodded thoughtfully as Harry finished. 'But does Dumbledore have any clue what it could be?' She asked.
Harry shrugged, 'I'm not sure. I think so. But if it's as important as he thinks it is then I guess I'll do what I'm asked.'
Shuffling from one class to the next, the day passed on in a haze for Harry. His mind occupied with how best to approach Slughorn. As Potions drew closer, the thought of using the Felix potion became more and more appealing.
'Do you think I should use Felix?' Harry asked Hermione as they wondered to the Dungeons.
'You don't need luck.' Hermione stated without hesitating. She glanced over at him and added. 'Well, not yet anyway.'
As the class emptied out of the dungeon, Harry waited patiently for Slughorn. He watched as Hermione walked by, mouthing a 'goodluck' before joining Malfoy in the line to exit.
'Ah, professor?' Harry began as soon as the last student had left. 'Could I have a word please?'
Slughorn looked up from his papers, his round face splitting into a big grin. 'Why of course, Harry. How can I help you?'
Harry faltered, unsure of how to proceed. The room felt stuffy and hot. Loosening his tie Harry decided to dive head first into the matter. Dumbledore had shown him the memory of Slughorn and Tom Riddle. He wanted answers, and so did Harry.
Taking a deep breath, Harry looked directly into his professor's eyes. 'What did you say to Tom Riddle when he asked you about Horcruxes?'
The effect of these words was instantaneous. The papers in Slughorns fell to the floor, scattering everywhere. His wide eyes stared at Harry, fear shining through. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The room's temperature increased tenfold.
'I know you told him something Sir,' Harry continued. 'I know the answer you gave him is something that you're ashamed of. That it's something you wish with everything that you could take back.' He took a breath. 'I know that the memory you gave Dumbledore is altered, and I know that you do remember what happened. Because something like that, it doesn't go away, ever, no matter how much you wish it did.'
By this point Slughorn had sat down heavily in his chair. His eyes remained wide and fixated on Harry.
'I can't.' He said, pain in his voice.
Harry shook his adamantly. 'You can. You just don't want to.' Harry slowly went to pick up the fallen papers. As he returned them to the desk, he spoke quietly. 'Voldemort would've found out Sir, he manipulated you to get what to wanted. But it's not your fault. You couldn't have known what he'd do with that information.'
'I need you to tell me what you said to him Sir.' Harry said, kneeling next to him. 'Please, help me beat him.'
Slughorn looked at him, tears glistening in his eyes. 'You're so much like her, you know.'
Harry smiled sadly. 'I have her eyes, I know.'
'No,' Slughorn shook his head, 'you have the same kindness. The same goodness that is so very rare.' He sighed heavily. 'I'm not proud of myself Harry, that memory has plagued me for so long.'
'I know Sir, but you need to tell me. You need to tell me so I can stop him.' Harry said gently.
Slughorn nodded, and once again looked him in the eyes. 'If there's anyone who can beat him, it's you Harry.'
He took out a small vial, the tip of his wand touching his temple. Closing his eyes slowly, Harry watched sadly as a tear fell from his eye.