Beginning to Question » by kissinghollie
Starts summer after OOTP. Harry begins asking why, and gets help from an unexpected source to start facing his life head on. H/Hr will be H/Hr/others will contain m/f & m/f/f/f with occasional f/f and a soul bond with a twist. ****On Hiatus****
Harry Potter, M, English, Drama & Romance, chapters: 34, words: 178k+, favs: 4k+, follows: 5k+, updated: Jan 18, 2017 published: Jun 3, 2011, Harry P., Hermione G., Susan B., Daphne G.
Chapter 1 Unanswered Questions
Author's Note: This story starts after Fifth Year ends and Sirius has passed through the veil. It will more than likely contain not only m/f but also m/f/f. It is a Harry/Hermione primary pairing but will add others. This is something I began writing for myself after reading so many stories on here that I was running out of favorites. This is my first and probably only story. I will definitely finish but can give no promises as to how long it will take. I plan on a rather long story. There is no beta so I'm sorry upfront for any errors I miss.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. JKR gets all the credited for her work, I am just playing with her creations.
Chapter One - Unanswered Questions
The day was finally coming to a close, but not soon enough for the lone teen boy sitting in his room staring out the open window. The room was unbearably warm making him all the more uncomfortable. He was longing for any form of a breeze to come cool him. No, he'd decided nothing would give him any form of comfort any time soon. He felt the weight of the past few weeks all around him. Whenever he tried to find something to ease his mind, he only kept coming up with more damn questions he didn't know the answers to.
Things just didn't seem to add up to Harry Potter. No matter how he approached the questions more problems seemed to come to him. That warm miserable evening, he came to a decision that would either aid him or confound him further. He was going to make a list of all his exploits and adventures so far that kept giving him all these run around questions. Yes, that's what he'd do, that's what Hermione would do and to him if anyone could find the answers it was his best friend Hermione. If she could forgive him for all the trouble he placed her into recently, he may even show her the list and get her input.
He hoped she wouldn't hate him forever, because he felt much closer to her than anyone he ever had before. Not sure why he never noticed her unconditional support until he almost lost her during the battle at the Department of Mysteries, but that was something else for the list to work out for him. Grabbing a piece of parchment and quill he headed to his three legged desk and using one of Dudley's old broken baseball bats as a forth leg he sat on the crates he used for a stool and began his list.
He began with first year.
Why was it Hagrid who was sent to retrieve him and not Professor McGonagall? He had overheard some other muggle born first years later discussing her introducing them to Diagon Alley and Kings Cross Station Platform 9 ¾. Was it so that when he heard about the vault they visited being broken into it would raise his interest in the stone, or because Hagrid introduced him to his biased opinions of the separate houses?
How did Voldemort possess Professor Quirrell all year without Dumbledore knowing? The man is supposed to be the most powerful wizard alive and a master Legilimens.
Why hide the stone at the school if you believe an evil dark wizard is trying to steal it? Not to mention putting it behind tasks that three first years bypassed with little difficulty.
Staring at his parchment he decided to stretch his legs and think about that year some more. He paced the floor in front the window and paused when he caught a flash of something by the bushes close to the drive. He saw what he believed to be the shape of a person but blurred some how. Wondering if this was his guard from the Order that was trying to be sneaky or just his own imagination getting to him, he decided to skip to the next year in his questioning, second year.
How come it took Hermione to figure out a basilisk was the monster travelling through the school? Dumbledore could've easily questioned Moaning Myrtle about her attacker. He always seems to know everything going on in the castle but somehow misses a 60ft bloody snake running loose. Plus he just happened to be gone when Ginny was taken into the Chamber. Besides the fact he failed to notice another possession by the evil dark wizard.
Things just didn't seem to add up to him. He was also developing a pattern. Questioning Dumbledore seemed be his one problem. Who'd believe him if he was right and things were off as he suspected? Dumbledore was practically worshipped in the wizarding world. He was the esteemed Head Master, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW. After all, he was just Harry, who would listen to him he wondered. However, back to the impossible list and onto third year he went.
The only year Voldemort didn't play a direct part. NO my innocent Godfather, who was supposed to be after me, ended up on the wrong side of the dementors that Dumbledore let onto the school grounds for safety, which is ludicrous in itself. They seemed to hurt me more than help me. Which brings up why no one ever looked into Sirius's imprisonment before? Dumbledore had to know who the secret keeper was and as the Chief Warlock should have been able to re-open his case. Why let us use the time-turner and risk something else going wrong when it could've been avoided to start with? Plus, the RAT aka Peter Pettigrew, hiding in his animagus form for years at Hogwarts and the Burrow as a family pet. How does that go undetected for so long?
Jump to fourth year.
Why on Earth did Dumbledore agree to a tournament that was cancelled due to the contestants being killed? Why allow me to compete even when I was underage? Why not call a tie and draw the champions again? It's allowed, I checked later, but only after I was already magically bound to compete. How did Barty Crouch Jr impersonate Mad-eye all year when he was supposed to be such close friends with Dumbledore? Why not offer up pensieve memories as evidence to Voldemort's return? Not to mention letting me be slandered all summer as a deranged attention seeking brat.
Laying down his quill, Harry stretched his wiry form. Looking around his summer cell, he wondered what else had been done to him that he hadn't questioned until now. Seeing his four sizes to large and thread bare clothes, he decided he'd find out what all he's been subjected to that could've been helped. A determination he hadn't felt before developed in his chest that burned him to his core. He needed answers to his life. So he pushed ahead to fifth year.
What were Dumbledore and the school board thinking allowing that horrible toad woman to enter the school? She tortured me with that damn blood quill, not to mention who else. She definitely was the worst teacher for DADA so far (and that's saying something after Lockhart the fake). She used veritaserum on underage school kids and tried to use the cruciatus curse on me. Not to mention Snape's so called Occulemncy lessons. What a joke that was. Clear your mind. Yeah right. If it was so important why not teach me himself instead of the one Professor that can't stand me. Why did it take the Order so long to get to the Ministry whenever Snape should have notified it hours ago? Why tell me that damn prophecy so soon after seeing Sirius go through the veil of death? Not to mention give orders for me to be locked away from those that care about me at this god awful place with my relatives. Why should the blood wards still be working anyway? Voldemort used my blood for his return ritual, shouldn't it've negated the blood protection?
Harry sat there gazing at his parchment. He was sure he was missing things of great importance. He knew he needed another point of view. He needed the only person he knew he could trust with his life, which he had in fact many times already. He needed Hermione to be at his side once more. How he wished he could figure out exactly what the feeling was he always had near her. It was a warm, safe and whole feeling he got whenever she was near. Just the opposite happened whenever she was hit by Dolohov's curse. He felt empty and scared senseless. He was ready to give up then and there until he heard Neville say she was still breathing. That gave him the power to continue fighting for her. To make sure she would get out of there and to the help she needed. None of the others had affected him so when they'd fallen. Harry was drawn from his musings by the faintest of pops.
"Who's there?" Harry called out while reaching for his wand.
"I'm Senior Accountant Manager Bloodtooth, young sir. I'm here on orders from your late Godfather Lord Sirius Orion Black," stated the Goblin that stood before Harry.
Harry noticed immediately that Bloodtooth was a regular sized goblin but there was something powerful about how he carried himself. Like he could definitely take on his opponents with little effort, maybe he was a retired warrior Harry thought.
"Senior Bloodtooth forgive my appearance I wasn't expecting any contact from the outside world, even the wizading one. I was under the impression that I'd be separated from everyone this summer." Harry bowed politely to the Senior Goblin. Who only watched him with a raised eye-brow?
"Well, young sir, I'm here on orders from your last LEGAL guardian and not someone who just assumes he can be. Now that we're introduced time is essential. I need you to listen to me carefully. The late Lord Black setup a pre-will. My being here is part of his requests as I stated before. He was worried you wouldn't be notified of the actual will reading. Am I correct to assume this is the first you are hearing of a reading?"
"Yes Senior Bloodtooth, it is." Replied a thoroughly confused Harry. "How was I supposedly notified before your visit?"
"You were sent an official announcement from the Inheritance Department at Gringott's. We'll be looking in to this matter with many others later young sir, now however, I need to give you this portkey that is set to the time and location of the pre-will. We know you are being watched and have taken precautions so your absence is not noted. Friday at 10 am the portkey will activate and take you to a secure location within Gringott's. Only those requested to be there by the late Lord Black will be in attendance."
Looking at the goblin carefully watching for any signs of being deceived Harry reached out and accepted the portkey. He felt no ill intentions from the goblin and it had the Black family crest and the goblin seal on the portkey parchment. This just eased his mind more knowing Sirius wouldn't harm him or send anyone he didn't trust himself.
"Thank you very much Senior Bloodtooth. I'll be prepared at the required time." Harry stated bowing once more to the goblin.
And just like he entered, he was gone. Harry staring blankly to the spot he once stood. Not really knowing what he was doing or thinking Harry looked around and called "Dobby".
"Master Harry Potter calls for Dobby?" asked the excited little elf as he seemed to bounce on his heels.
"Yes, Dobby, I called. Why is it that no one can tell you are here? I mean, I know the Order is watching me, so….how come you can enter the wards around me?" Asked a bewildered Harry. This was the second visitor in the past few minutes that has went unnoticed by the Order apparently.
"Well great Master Harry Potter Sir, Dobby can come to you wherever you are. It's the magics of the house elf's bond." Dobby was now very worried Harry would be wanting more answers and that he'd get mad at Dobby for those answers.
Noticing Dobby's nervousness Harry began carefully by reaching out and placing his hand on the little elf's shoulder. "Dobby, what do you mean house elf's bond? I thought you were a free elf."
"Harry Potter sir Dobby was being a free elf until Dobby bonded to Master Harry Potter sir without him knowing. I is so sorry. I be's a bad elf. I will go punish me for Master Harry Potter sir," cried out Dobby, while Harry just stared at him. Hermione was going to kill him he thought.
Suddenly remembering hearing about punishing himself Harry spoke. "Dobby you will not punish yourself. If you think you are bad and need punishment ask me first. Now, why did you bond yourself to me? I thought you liked being free."
"Dobby like being free of old bad master, but house elfs be needing to bond to stay healthy and sane. Without the bond we waste away till our magics are gone and we die, Master Harry Potter sir. So when Old Whiskered one tried to bond Dobby to the castle and told him to stay away from Master Harry Potter sir, I used old house elf magics that let Dobby bond to the wizard that be freeing Dobby, and just pretend to be bond to castle for the old whiskered one."
Harry was staring slack jawed at Dobby now. Why did Dumbledore not want Dobby around? This was just another thing to add to his suspicions. But what he really needed was to figure out what all having Dobby bound to him entailed.
"Dobby, can you tell me exactly what your bond to me means? What you're allowed to do and not allowed to do, as well as, what's detectable by the wards here and detected at the ministry?" questioned Harry, thinking this may be more useful than he thought.
"I can be doing many things Master Harry Potter sir. I can use house elf magics here an house elf travel without being detected by anyone. I can also be going to Master Harry Potter's vaults at the Goblin Bank and picking up anything in the alleys for you's as well," stated Dobby proudly beaming up at his Master. Dobby was glad his great Master was not mad at him. "I will be doing whatever's the great Master Harry Potter asks. Dobby thinks he is the luckiest house elf to have such a great wizard for a master."
"First off Dobby, please call me Harry. I want to be your friend not just your master. I expect you to tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable doing anything I ask you to, as well as, if you just can't do it. OK?" asked a smiling Harry. He always had a soft spot for this odd little elf.
"Yes Master Harry. Dobby is understanding. Is there anything Master Harry be needing from Dobby?"
"Well, can you tell me if goblin magic is detectable by the wards here? And if you can bring in someone without them being detected by the order member watching me?" Harry hoped this was going to help him.
"Goblin magics are great. They can move through these wards undetected Master Harry, if they mean you no harm. I can bring in people's that I know and keep them from being noticed by the old whiskered ones nosey order," stated a happy Dobby. He was looking forward to helping his master finally.
"Great Dobby, can you take a letter to Hermione for me and wait on her response. If she asks to come you may bring her, do you understand?" asked Harry as he hurried to his broken desk searching for a new parchment and his quill.
"Yes Master Harry I can and will, do as you ask." Smiled an over excited Dobby.
Harry found what he needed and scratched out a quick note to Hermione asking her if she was feeling any better, telling her again how sorry he was and if she'd consider meeting with him sometime soon to go over a few things if she still wished to be his friend. Hoping beyond hope that she'd at least respond to him, he turned back to Dobby.
"I'm not sure where she lives Dobby. Take this to Hermione Granger for me and wait on a response from her. If she says she will not send a response, then just come back. Understand?"
"Yes Master Harry." And with that he was gone, leaving a confused and anxious Harry behind. What if she won't even open it, thought Harry. What will I do without Hermione, he worried to himself. I can't even think of a future without her in it. Maybe I need to ask her about all these confusing feelings I have if she agrees to meet me.
Yes that was something else he was going to do. Talk to Hermione and figure out his life and why he always felt like she was so important to him. He knew she was his best friend and that made her important but so was Ron and Harry sure didn't feel the same way about the two. Hermione was so much more. But what?
Chapter 2 The Golden Glow
Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews and support. Here is the next chapter as I have several ready.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. JKR gets all the credited for her work, I am just playing with her creations.
Chapter Two - The Golden Glow
Hermione was sitting quietly on her window seat gazing off into the backyard of her home. She was reflecting on the past few weeks. She was still taking the awful potions that Madam Pomfrey had sent her home on. The pain was almost gone but the scar was nowhere near pleasant to look at. Hermione worried about her appearance most of her life. Now was no different.
Looking back she wondered why she'd agreed to not mail Harry. It was wrong. She knew he'd need to be told that this wasn't all his fault. She could imagine him worrying himself silly over the whole Department of Mysteries fiasco. It wasn't his fault. She didn't blame him, but she knew he'd think just the opposite. He was after all her best friend, she knew him better than anyone, and trusted him with her life.
Laying her forgotten book aside carefully, she rose from her perch to head to the hallway, when she was startled by Dobby suddenly popping in front of her. "Oh my, Dobby you scared me. Is something the matter? Why are you here?" she questioned, her mind already racing to the worst case scenario.
"I is sorry to be startling you's Misses Grangey. I have a letter from the great Master Harry Potter. He asks me to be giving it you and to be waiting for a reply or to be sent away." Dobby said while looking up to Hermione's surprised eyes.
"Thank you Dobby," said Hermione. "Please have a seat and I'll let you know what to do. OK?"
Taking the letter and walking back over to her window seat, she tired easily since the DOM, she sat and opened Harry's letter.
Dear Hermione,
I asked Dobby to wait. Hope you don't mind? Well, let me say I'm so, so sorry Hermione. I never meant for anyone to get injured because of my unwillingness to believe the DOM was a trap. I hope you're feeling better? Are you ok, really? I've had a rather interesting afternoon. As you can see Dobby visited but I also had another visitor. I'd really like to speak to you in person, if you'll agree to it? I understand if you don't, I wouldn't blame you really. If now is not a good time please let Dobby know when is better?
Waiting patiently,
Harry
Hermione knew she was right in all her musings this past week, Harry had been blaming himself. Not only that but he was even thinking that she no longer wanted be around him. Well, she realized the only way to fix this was to go see him. Turning to Dobby she said, "Dobby will you please wait on me to let my parents know I'll be leaving for a while and to get changed so that you may take me to Harry."
"Yes Misses Grangey, Dobby be's waiting," said a happy Dobby. He knew his master would be happy that his Misses was coming to see him.
Hermione smiled down at him as she rose from her seat to head for the hallway once again. Heading down stairs to find her parents Hermione couldn't help the smile that crept up on her. She was going to see Harry shortly. That thought alone made the pain lessen and her spirits lift.
"Mum, Dad?" called Hermione as she entered the study on the first floor.
"Yes, dear," answered Emma Granger. Who was standing next to her husband Dan, looking over their summer schedule. They were arranging appointments for their dental practice so they could spend more time with Hermione this summer as a sort of surprise. They could both tell she was worried and distracted lately and wanted to be able to be there for her as much as possible.
Stopping in front of her parents Hermione looked sheepish as she asked, "Do you mind if I pop over to Harry's for a while. He sent me a letter and said he needs to talk. I'd go tomorrow since it's getting late but he wasn't even sure I'd want to talk to him at all. I'm worried he's blaming himself for Sirius's death."
Emma regarded Hermione quietly. Her daughter had always told them of the things that happened at school and in the wizarding world. Though they weren't happy with many of the things they learned, they trusted Hermione. She always had the ability to do what was right. This was something they could count on. Just like over the years they come to expect these things to revolve around her because of a certain dark haired, green eyed young man their daughter was in love with, even if she refused to say it. Looking over to Dan for his approval, which she received in the brief nod and eye movement they shared, she answered, "Yes, you may sweetheart. How are you going to pop over and when shall we expect your return?"
Sighing softly with relief Hermione answered, "Dobby, a house elf, he'll apparate me there and back. I shouldn't be more than a few hours, I hope. If I need anything I'll send word back with Dobby, if that's ok?"
Receiving another, "That's fine sweetheart," she was soon headed back up the stairs to get changed.
Walking into her room she noticed Dobby had taken time during her absence to tidy up some as she'd been somewhat lax since her return because of her injury. Smiling at him she gathered a jumper and her shoes. Walking into her adjoining bathroom, she freshened up somewhat and tried to look at ease. She was nervous. Harry always made her feel safe but she'd harbored feelings for him for quite a while. She knew she loved him beyond reason, but felt that her feelings would never be returned. So she'd resigned herself to be there for him no matter what, and in whatever capacity he needed her.
She found Dobby bouncing on the balls of his feet. Chuckling slightly she said, "I'm ready Dobby, you may take me to Harry." Dobby reached up to take her hand and they seemed to fade from her room seamlessly to a room she had to assume was Harry's.
"Master Harry, I be's bringing you Misses Grangey. Just call for Dobby to be bringing hers back sir," smiled Dobby to an equally smiling Harry, before vanishing quietly again.
Meanwhile, Hermione was noticing Harry's room. She knew his relatives weren't exactly nice and this room definitely reflected their feelings for their nephew. Everything was either broken or past worn out. She'd love to give these poor excuses for people a few words. Looking up to Harry timidly as Dobby vanished, she tentatively stepped forward. She was nervous and sad all at once. His emerald green eyes were empty, like she'd suspected, he had blamed himself for everything.
"Umm, Hi." He spoke lightly. Smile barely there.
She reached for him and gave him a Hermione Hug. She knew he needed it, so did she. She was startled slightly when he wrapped his arms around her just as tightly. He was never this affectionate. He must have been scared I wouldn't come or even answer him, she thought.
"Oh Harry, it's ok, I'm here. I'm sorry for not writing, but Professor Dumbledore told us not to. I shouldn't have listened to him," spoke Hermione.
Barely releasing his grip he pulled back some to be able to see her, "Hermione, thanks for coming. So much has happened this afternoon, I don't know where to begin. Before I get into all that, however, I'm curious about something else. Can I ask you something? You're the only one I trust to help me out, even if it'll be somewhat embarrassing."
Curiosity peaked within her, what can he have to ask me that would be embarrassing? Dread settled in with that thought. What if he wanted to ask her advice on some girl he had fallen for? How could she help him without feeling hurt? It doesn't matter this is Harry; I will do what I can for him even help him get someone else.
"You can ask me anything Harry. You're my best friend I'll help if I can, you know that," she replied.
Harry released her, stepped back and began pacing slightly, running his hand through his messy dark hair. Now he had her here, he had to ask about all these feelings he was having. He knew she could help but wasn't sure how to ask what he needed to. Looking up at her watching him patiently, he had another urge to just hold her in a tight hug and not let go. It always felt right to just hold her like that, but why? Damn it, I'll just charge forward like the Gryffindor I am.
"Hermione, well, see the, um, thing is lately I've been having all this strange feelings and I'm not sure what they mean. Like when I'm near this, um, certain person I feel different. Not bad; but not something I'm used to. I feel safe and warm almost whole when they're near. Like I'd walk through hell fire and back to keep them safe at all times. I can't imagine my life without this person in it. The mere thought of losing them makes me want to just give up. What does this mean?" he pleaded looking so confused.
Hermione was sad and really pissed all at once. Her fears had been confirmed. He had fallen for someone. She will help him no matter, as long as the person made him happy. She was highly pissed at his deplorable relatives for all they must have done to this wonderful young man; that he had no idea what love was. How to explain all this to him without revealing her feelings was the question? Looking at him tentatively she began.
"Oh Harry, all these feelings you're having do mean something. They mean you really care for this person. You're feeling love, Harry. It's a good thing. How long have you been feeling this way?" She was curious after all. How long he'd felt this way may help her figure out who it is.
Love, Harry thought. How could I not have realized that I felt this? Especially, for Hermione, how is she going to react; can I even tell her that it's her I'm feeling this way towards. How can I not tell her? She means so much to me, I have to tell her. Panicking somewhat slightly, Harry stopped his pacing and turned to Hermione with a genuine smile this time. She came to him after everything that has happened to her lately because of him. He owed it to her to be honest. He knew this wasn't going to end well if she felt differently for him. But he had to try, right?
Now she was confused and worried, seeing Harry stop his frantic pacing and turn to her with that boyish grin that always melted her insides. He had a look of uncertainty on his handsome face that soon turned into a look of determination. What is he thinking; am I going to find out who has stolen his heart? Who I have to help him be with? Hermione stood there looking up at him with a solemn expression on her face.
"Hermione, I've one thing to say before we go into why I needed to see you this afternoon. I understand if you want to leave or something after I say this, but please understand you're my best friend no matter what. OK? I need you by my side as that always no matter what. Can you promise me that if you get upset with what I have to say that you'll at least talk to me some other time about all the other things that've happened this afternoon? Please, just …," Harry rushed this all out in a long drawn out nervous breath.
Wondering exactly what Harry had to tell her that made him so nervous, who can he be in love with that he is frightened that I won't want to have anything to do with him or even be his friend? Approaching Harry tentatively, she reached for his hands. Grasping them both in her smaller more delicate hands she said, "Oh Harry, you know you're my best friend no matter what. I've been by your side through many things, good and bad. You'll always have me as your friend; you're a good person Harry Potter. You can get through whatever is bothering you? I'll help. I promise."
She gave his much larger broom calloused hands a gentle reaffirming squeeze. She was hoping with everything that he knew her words to be the truth that she'd never abandon him. She'd decided this back during her third year, when he was upset with her over his Firebolt. She had help seeing what was going on back then and had found comfort in a few new friends. At that moment she realized he wasn't the only one with a secret they needed to come clean with. However, one problem at a time should be handled.
"Ok, well, here goes….," taking another deep breath Harry spoke softly, "that person is you, Hermione."
He looked into her deep chocolate brown eyes and watched them moisten in the low light left in his stuffy room. Panic set in then, oh no she is crying she must not like what I said; what do I do now? Looking down sheepishly he went to pull his hands away when suddenly Hermione pulled him forward into another bone crushing hug. He instinctively wrapped his strong arms around her narrow waist. Taking in a deep breath, smelling her distinctive scent of vanilla and strawberries, coming from her hair, he relaxed.
Pulling slowly back to see her face, with her still in his embrace he asked, "I guess you aren't mad or upset then?"
Did I just hear him right, it's me? Oh no, he's pulling away, she thought right before pulling him forward into another hug. This one was full of her feelings for him as she sniffed back a few happy tears for his words.
"You mean it Harry?" she asked gazing into his emerald pools.
"Yeah." She heard right before she leaned forward slowly, giving him time to back off, and capturing his soft, warm lips with her own.
Tentatively she began sort of lightly brushing her lips to his. Harry seemed to get over his shock and began kissing her back just as softly. Then as if spurred on by their feelings they both became a little more assertive. Harry instinctively licked her lips seeking entrance. Their tongues danced with an ease that seemed a practiced dance. She parted for him, relishing in the distinctive sweet taste that she just assumed was all Harry.
Had either of them been in a position to see their selves they'd have been amazed by the heavenly golden glow that started to grow around them as they first began to kiss. It grew in such intensity that it caused a bright flash all along the street from that small room on the second floor of Number Four Privet Drive. No one noticed however, as a very ecstatic little house elf managed a quick notice-me-not type of elf concealment. He was glad his great Master Harry Potter had figured out that Misses Grangey was his soul-mate.
Back in the drab little room, Hermione pulled back with a flush on her cheeks that Harry found quite alluring, and spoke, "Harry, I … I love you. I have for some time now." Releasing a shaky breath she continued, "I was so worried that you…you'd never see me as anything other than the plain old bookworm best friend, that I'd resolved myself to accept that role in your life no matter what."
Looking into his eyes she saw joy mixed with a slight frown as he spoke, "Hermione, you are not, I repeat not plain. You're beautiful. You have a smile that lights your eyes and I find myself drawn to you for not only your looks but your brain as well. You, my dear Hermione are perfect. I don't want to hear you think so little of yourself." Strange as it was to hear she saw nothing but honesty in his face as he spoke those words. She seemed spurned on.
She reached forward and captured those luscious lips of his in another searing kiss. Getting lost in his embrace and the safe feeling radiating through her from him she released a small moan. He eased his strong hand up the slope of her back and into the perfect curls he loved so much, relishing in the feel of the softness of them. He drew her in closer. Keeping her pressed into his hard chest and feeling the soft, oh so soft curve of her breast as she leaned further into their kiss.
Hermione's brain kicked in when she felt her core start to moisten at the feel of Harry's arousal growing against her lower abdomen. She needed to gain some semblance of control. Slowing her kiss, she eased them back away from each other while still maintaining a firm grip on his quidditch toned biceps.
"Harry," she rasped out, "we need to calm down some and talk a little before we forget why you needed me here. OK? We can, um, continue this discussion at another time. I promise."
Chuckling deeply Harry took a calming breath and continued, "You're right as always my 'Mione. I'm just glad to have some of my questions cleared up. But you're right, it's getting late and I need to share somethings with you."
Letting go of her, he took her by the hands and led her to sit on his bed with them facing each other, still holding hands. He reached and grabbed his parchment full of questions and handed it over to her.
"Here read this and then I'll tell you about my afternoon and we can go from there, ok?" with that said he released her hands and waited for her to read over his list. Looking up every now and again with a hint of trepidation on her face she finished the list.
"Harry, I …" began Hermione to be cut off by him saying, "I know, I know it's Dumbledore but hear me out first ok? I think Sirius had some similar view." He proceeded to tell her all about his visit from Senior Bloodtooth, all about his later conversation with Dobby, and his confrontation with the headmaster in his office when he revealed the prophecy. Carefully watching for her reaction, he sat back to listen once he had revealed all he'd been thinking and had been told on that fateful day.
Listening to Harry tell her about his suspicions made all of her own questions begin to make more sense. All the things she noticed but dismissed as it being her imagination working against her. But it all seemed connected now. All his life had been orchestrated by a meddling old man whom thought no one could be right but him.
"Oh Harry, I believe you. Don't look so worried, we'll figure this all out. I promise. I'll help and we'll get to the bottom of all this. Now when's your appointment for the pre-will?"
Looking at her supportive face he answered, "Friday at 10 am. I've a portkey to the bank given to me by the goblins. I've no idea what to expect and that's only two days away. I've nothing decent to wear or even know who or what I'll be facing. I wish you could come, but Bloodtooth said only those requested by Sirius would be there."
"First off, I can at least accompany you to the bank. We have two days to get you something suitable to wear so no worries there. As far as what you'll be facing, maybe we can ask my parents advice on some of it. They pretty much know what's been going on at school with us all these years, maybe another viewpoint will help. They also have dealings with several solicitors, that maybe a good idea as well," stated Hermione to a more sedate Harry.
He knew this trait in Hermione and he appreciated it greatly. It eased his tensions because he knew she'd be there for him. With her he felt he could get pass anything life threw at him.
"Thank you, I'm so glad you're here. But I know you must be going soon. Your parents will be getting worried," taking her hands again he kissed her cheek lightly.
"I'll speak to them tonight Harry and if it's possible maybe we can meet tomorrow to go over some of this? Can I call for Dobby tomorrow with the plans? Will you be able to sneak away?" questioned Hermione.
Hermione wondered how no one had noticed her presence before now. Little did they know Dobby had taking the opportunity to help his master by placing a muggle repelling charm on his door for his privacy. Not to mention taking care of the order guard the nosey old whiskered one had hiding in the bushes. When they find Mundungus he'd be passed out drunk in the bushes.
"I think Dobby can handle that and my absence, as well. Let me know what to do and I'll be there. I promise my 'Mione. I…I love you after all," said Harry leaning into capture her lips once again. This kiss was a soft sweet kiss, promising more to come. Pulling away reluctantly he called, "Dobby." Silently as always Dobby appeared once again.
"Yes Master Harry sir?" beamed Dobby.
"Can you please escort my lovely 'Mione back to her home, and if she calls for you can you answer her as you would for me?" questioned Harry smiling fondly at her all throughout.
"Yes Master Harry I cans do," mused the house elf.
Kissing Harry one last time she reached for Dobby's hand and they vanished from Harry's view. He was left staring at where she was and wondering what tomorrow would hold, after all, today definitely hadn't gone like the past few weeks. He'd found out his feelings were love, and that she returned said feelings. To say he was happy was and understatement. He was grateful she listened and believed him about his suspicions. He knew she'd do all she could to help him. With that in front of his mind, he readied himself for bed and a delightful night full of dreams of his beautiful 'Mione.
Hermione was amazed at how easy house elf apparition was. It was quiet and seemed to move flawlessly. Brought from her musing by passing footsteps in the hall she hurried out to grab her parents before they headed to bed.
"Mum, Dad? Wait a sec' please." Coming to a sudden halt as they were passing her door toward their room, they looked at her with alertness.
"Yes, dear?" voiced her mum. "You back already. Do you need to speak to us about something?" Her mum sounded…hopeful.
Hermione nodded her head toward the study on this second floor with a slight questioning look for her mum. Understanding that look Emma answered, "Dan why don't you go ahead and turn in? I'll speak with Hermione and fill you in later on what you need to know, ok?"
Dan quirked one eye brow to his wife's choice of words and nodded his agreement turning to head to their room. Emma followed Hermione into the upstairs study and they seated themselves on a lounger next to the bookcases.
"Mum, something's have come up that I feel may need to be addressed by a solicitor. Harry isn't in trouble before you ask, neither am I, but we talked over quite a few things that didn't make sense. We'd like your and dad's opinion on the matter. Tomorrow if it can be arranged? I know it's short notice with your schedules but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Hermione let loose in one long take.
Then she blushed deeply thinking about what she was fixing to reveal to her mum. "Also, Harry and I, well…we love each other Mum. That was one of the things to first come up actually."
Hermione then spent several long minutes relaying her afternoon developments with Harry. Sparing no detail to her mum, who watched with a smile as her daughter finally confirmed what she'd seen long ago. She frowned only slightly when she heard the details about his home life and environment, silently vowing to help the young man who'd captured her daughter's heart.
"Of course we'll meet with you and Harry tomorrow dear. I'm glad you finally seen some of what's been plain to your father and I for some time now. We've actually cleared our schedules for the remainder of the week, to spend with you. So no problem there; we can speak more in the morning dear. Now turn in and sleep well. I'll handle your dad ok?" replied Emma rising to head out to have a conversation with her husband. They had been expecting this for some time after all.
Chapter 3 Meeting the Grangers
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Chapter Three - Meeting the Grangers
Harry had a decent night's sleep considering everything that happened yesterday. He not only dreamed of Sirius as usual but of his 'Mione as well. Smiling to himself as he rose from the bed, he quickly gathered up his best clothes in order to get ready for the day. Hopefully, he'd get to spend the day with Hermione. He hoped she had the chance to talk to her mum and dad. He really wanted to get started on figuring out what he should have done before Friday. While he hurried across the hall as quiet as possible to get his shower, he never even noticed that his relatives were gone.
Vernon Dursley received an urgent message from his sister late yesterday afternoon. She had an accident in her home and needed their help for the remaining week and throughout the weekend. They took it as a blessing to be out of the house away from their freak of a nephew. Some of his freaky friends had corned them at the bloody train station and basically tried to intimidate them into going easy on him. At least, they'd be shot of him for a while.
As Harry exited the bathroom, he noticed the quietness around him. Venturing through the house he found no signs of his relatives. Giving a sigh of relief he headed to the kitchen to grab him some breakfast and wait to hear from 'Mione.
Across the country, a wild haired Hermione was just waking up. The potions tended to have her sleep in. She looked around her room with a goofy grin remembering her previous evening in Harry's strong embrace. Not to mention hearing his declaration of his feelings for her. She thought the moment was quite romantic in a way. Stretching she got up to get her day underway so that she could see Harry again. Gathering a rather tight figure fitting pair of jeans and low V-neck tee she headed to the bathroom to get ready.
Exiting the bathroom, she saw an eagle owl had landed on her window seal. Reaching to let him in, she grabbed the roll of parchment from his leg. Watching him take off immediately made her wonder why he wasn't waiting on a reply. Sitting on the window seat she unrolled the parchment to find a familiar pair of writing.
Hermione,
We know you're still recovering and are there moping and worrying about Harry. So we've decided to come and visit you for a few days. NO is not an answer. We know you can't travel and have already received permission from ALL parental units, yes, sweetie, even yours. We'll see you this afternoon. Till then we miss you.
Daphne & Susan
Hermione got up in utter shock and headed down the stairs. She believed them but why had her mum not mentioned this before. She definitely would have to talk to Harry about her secret soon. They'd be here later after all.
"Mum, Dad?" Hermione called as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
"In the kitchen dear," Emma responded.
"Mum, when did you ok a visit from Susan and Daphne? Not that I mind, but you haven't mentioned this," puzzled Hermione.
"Oh, they sent that lovely owl earlier this week dear. I thought they wanted to surprise you with their visit so I never brought it up," answered Emma smiling at her daughter.
Looking up at Dan she then turned to Hermione and asked her to join them for breakfast so they could go over the plans for the day. Dan knew they were headed for some discussions this week that maybe somewhat uncomfortable for him to have with his daughter. He also knew that Emma would ease them all through it.
"Now dear, I spoke with your father last night and we agreed that you should have Harry over here today so we can see if we can help him with some of these questions. He's welcome to come by whenever Hermione, we hope you know that," Emma said giving her daughter a reassuring smile.
"Yes, sweetheart, we'd like to get to know the lad," tossed in Dan.
"Thanks you guys. Really, I know this is going to help him. I'll send Dobby with a note telling him to come when he's ready, if that's ok?" implored Hermione. Receiving confirming nods she headed for the first floor study to pen her note to Harry. Through with that she headed back to join her parents before saying, "Dobby".
Emma and Dan watched as a small, big eyed being faded into existence in front of their daughter. He was wearing a large pair of tie-dyed boxers with four knitted hats perched between his flappy ears.
"Yes Misses Grangey what can Dobby be's doing for you's?" spoke the little guy. Dan chuckled somewhat at his broken English and at the Misses Grangey part.
"Dobby, can you please bring this letter to Harry for me," handing over the letter to Dobby as she spoke.
"Yes Misses Harry Potter's Grangey, I cans," was all they heard as he faded from view just as quickly as he appeared.
Looking at her parents for their reaction to Dobby's informal address of her as Harry's, only finding them both smiling at her. Relaxing at their approving looks she settled into breakfast. They quickly decided to talk to Harry about all his questions and to discuss his options early in the day since they were expecting other company later on. Wanting to have a word with her daughter alone before anyone arrived Emma motioned for Dan to excuse himself.
"Hermione," Emma began once Dan was gone, "I know there maybe somethings that'll come up over the next few days that you may not be comfortable talking about, but we want you to know that we understand and will be just as supportive of you as we ever have. So sweetheart, when you figure out everything we have, we'll talk about it ok?"
"Mum, what do you mean I told you already how I feel about Harry, what else could there be? I haven't had time to do anything with him sexual for you to worry about, yet," blushed out Hermione. Knowing full well she'd tell here mum whenever anything like that did happen.
"I know sweetheart, I was referring to your other friends. Hermione, I know you care about them also, I can see it; just like I saw it for Harry. If it helps, I understand it's confusing I was young once you know. They care for you and Harry too dear, if it helps," Emma said watching Hermione for any sign on her face that she knew they wouldn't judge her.
"Oh mum, I do care for them. They've been there for me through everything these past few years. We've grown exceptionally close and I haven't even told Harry about them at all," squeaked Hermione looking at her mum.
"Told me about who 'Mione?" came Harry's voice from right beside her. Jumping up Hermione spun around and grabbed him in a hug.
"Harry James Potter don't startle me like that. I'm going to have to get that silent elf a bell or something," releasing him and stepping back to introduce him.
"Mum, this is Harry. Harry this is my mum, Dr. Emma Granger," introduced a smiling Hermione.
"Nice to see you again Harry," beamed Emma, "Dan, come back in Harry's here, dear."
"Ah, Harry it's nice of you to come by," said Dan as he entered the room.
"Harry, this is my father, Dr. Dan Granger," input Hermione as the two shook hands.
Seemingly measuring the other up, stepping back Dan said, "Well, Harry I think we should adjourn to the study to go over a few things shall we. You seem to have some time constraints we may have to worry with."
"That's right sir, Friday at 10 am, I'm expected at Gringott's for a pre-will reading. I'm in way over my head here I'm afraid, without 'Mione I'd be totally lost," mused Harry while he followed the others into the elaborate foyer toward the study. Harry looked around and thought the Granger's home was rather inviting, unlike his aunt's home that seemed so sterile. Harry filed away his question about whom Hermione had yet to tell him about for later.
Harry entered behind Hermione and reached for her hand as they were settled down on a lounger opposite her parents. He felt complete again. Since their kiss yesterday he'd noticed her absence like a type of hollow feeling. The warm completeness settled over him again as they held hands. Unknown to him, Hermione had felt the same way, almost empty without him near these past hours since they kissed.
"Well, I guess I should start by asking exactly what Hermione has told you about my life at school and such. Then I can let you read my list of questions as I did with 'Mione so we can get some input from you as to what we should look more into."
"Hermione has kept us well informed over the years Harry, so we can start with your list I believe," said Emma while glancing to Dan for his thoughts.
"I agree dear, Hermione knows that we may not like some of the things that have transpired but she knows we'll trust her to do the right thing," replied Dan.
With that Harry reached into his school uniform trousers and passed the parchment over to Dan and Emma. They read over it twice before turning their faces back up to the two teens. "We've often wondered most of these things ourself, dear over the years. But how about this recent adventure at the DOM, we have to factor in everything, so is there more we should know that you two have heard or noticed over the years?"
Harry looked at Hermione and they seemed to hold a silent conversation in that one glance. She knew he was asking about the prophecy and whether or not to tell them. Her quick nod gave him his answer, but he knew she had somethings to add as well from her look. Nodding to him to go ahead Hermione grabbed his hand a little tighter as he began to tell her parents about the prophecy and how Dumbledore waited until after he'd seen his godfather fall through the death veil before revealing all this to him. He told them how he lost control and smashed his office. He was grateful Hermione was holding him as he relived all of this. He cried for Sirius briefly while receiving encouragement from all parties.
For Dan and Emma, they sat engrossed in his story of that day. They felt for the young man. They also were starting to get a better idea of what Albus Bloody Dumbledore was up to. They remained quiet until they were sure they knew everything.
Looking at Hermione, Dan asked, "What about you sweetheart, what has that incredible brain been piecing together over the years?"
Hermione looked nervously to Harry. She was unsure how he would react to this. Holding his hand firmer she said, "Well, I've noticed a few things over the years that didn't add up until now. First off," she glanced at Harry, "the Weasley's have vexed me somewhat. I heard the tale first year of your chance meeting with them and never understood how Mrs. Weasley could've possibly forgotten the platform number with having five of her sons already at Hogwart's, and why was she even on the muggle side of the station. They floo into catch the Express each year."
Her mum was the first to respond, "It seems like a setup dear. Anything else about them or others you've noticed?"
"Well, Mrs. Weasley for one. She seems almost driven to push herself into Harry's life as a maternal figure. Not that, that's bad, but she's really pushy. She also seems to take it upon herself to push us towards Ron and Ginny. Like always assigning tasks to us in pairs, Ron and I while Harry and Ginny are paired. She seems to have been grooming Ginny for years to be with Harry. Bedtime tales of the Boy-Who-Lived all throughout her childhood, she has Ginny believing she is to be the next Lady Potter. She has told me so. She said her mum mentioned when she was younger that she needn't worry over it not coming to pass because, it was already taken care of. I'm not sure what it means but there is more to it than we know," vented Hermione while still holding onto Harry for better or worse.
"Not to mention, some of the things I've put up with from Ron. I'm sorry Harry I know he's your best mate, but something feels off with him too. I've seen him tell people to leave you alone and not approach you for friendship, he says you like to be a loner. He uses your name a lot to get what he wants from the younger years during prefect rounds. I know he only apologized after your name came out of the Goblet because his mum sent him a howler. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner but I couldn't lose you again. I felt miserable after you stopped talking to me during third year over your broom, I…I just couldn't chance it. If not for Susan and Daphne, I'd have changed schools or something. I'm so sorry, Harry," cried out Hermione.
Harry sat there holding onto Hermione; as he listened to her speak of the Weasley's. It was all so much to take in. He was sad at first but the more he heard the madder he got. She put up with Ron for him. He knew Ron was a jerk to her sometimes but, apparently, there was more than he knew. He felt mad at himself for not noticing how it bothered her. He'd rectify that soon. He was through being a puppet. He had Hermione by him so the rest could sod off. He felt her sob slightly as she apologized and he instinctively gave her a hug. Pulling her close and planting a kiss to her forehead.
"Shush, now 'Mione no crying, there is nothing to be sorry for. I have you here, that's what matters. We'll deal with everything else, I promise," Harry softly spoke while rubbing small soothing circles on her back. Glancing up to her parents, Harry noticed small smiles directed towards him. He hoped they understood what she meant to him. He truly needed her.
He needed some input as well, "Dr. Granger and, uh, Dr. Granger do you have anything to say that may seem to make sense of all this?"
"Please, Harry, call us Dan and Emma. You're more than deserving of the familiarity. Now, as much as it pains me to say this, I believe you've been manipulated most of your young life," said Dan. "I assume, for some reason, that Albus Dumbledore has orchestrated your upbringing to serve some purpose. It more than likely ties into that prophecy he heard. Assuming that, it doesn't look like he has good intentions towards you. We should start by figuring out if you should have a solicitor present Friday. Maybe your goblin contact can shed some light on a few things. Is there any way to send him a letter in time?"
"I believe Dobby can help with the delivering if you wouldn't mind helping with the letter, sir. To make sure I ask the correct things," replied Harry turning his eyes up to Dan.
"Of course, Harry," Dan replied, "you and Hermione can write something up and we'll look it over for you."
With that said; Dan grabbed Emma's hand and lead her out to the kitchen to give them a few moments alone.
Harry looked into Hermione's teary eyes and leaned in slowly and captured her soft moist lips with his. Tentatively, she parted her lips for him. He eagerly complied with her wishes and began to explore her mouth with his tongue. Swirling and nipping at each other they enjoyed this moment. Remembering where they sat, Harry pulled back to look her in the chocolate pools she called eyes and said, "Thank you 'Mione; for everything. I really appreciate it. Now let's write to the goblins, shall we?"
Hermione chuckled a little at him as she stood to move across the room to grab some parchment and a self-inking quill she'd kept in here. His eyes followed her across the room admiring her jean covered form absent the usual baggy robes. She truly had his attention as she returned and bent midway to give him a hand so he could follow her to the desk. He felt his cheeks flush as he saw the soft swell of her breast as she reached down to him, he heard her let out a faint chuckle, followed by, "See something you like Harry?"
"Um, sorry 'Mione, I didn't mean to stare…well much," he stammered out blushing furiously.
"It's fine Harry, really. I am flattered that you'd look at me. Now, let's write this letter so we can get back to each other," she replied as they settled at the desk.
They spent the next half hour completing the letter to Senior Bloodtooth. They asked what his recommendations were about a solicitor and if he could recommend a fair, honest one if it was advisable for him to have one present. They mentioned they'd been reviewing his previous years and had many questions regarding his placement at Privet Drive, as well as, his previous school years. They asked for his advice since Sirius trusted him and thanked him for his most valuable time.
Finding Emma and Dan seated at the kitchen island talking quietly, they showed them the finished parchment. "That seems fine Harry, I suggest you send it soon," Emma replied.
"Dobby," called Harry. As soon as he appeared Harry began, "Dobby, can you please take this to Senior Accountant Manager Bloodtooth at Gringott's for me."
"Yes Master Harry sir," Dobby bowed and popped away.
Looking at the Granger's expressions Harry explained, "He's a bit much but he means well. He actually explained the need to bond and how Dumbledore tried to keep him away from me for some reason."
Seeing Hermione's shocked expression he pushed forward to tell her exactly what had been explained about the bond.
Sighing she looked at Harry, "I understand why he did it but you willpay him Harry James Potter, even if it's in hats and boxers. Got it?"
They all had a laugh at that before settling down again. Emma looked to Hermione and suggested she show Harry the house some so they could talk before lunch. Dan eyed his wife suspiciously but remained quiet. He knew the teens needed to talk and Emma was giving them some space.
Grabbing Harry's hand she said, "Come with me Harry. I saw your room so it's only fair you see mine."
With that they walked from the kitchen toward the stairs. Harry was noticing little things throughout the house that reminded him of Hermione all the way to her room. The house looked exceptional to Harry; it seemed three times the size of number four.
When they entered what Harry was sure was Hermione's room from the wall to wall bookcases filled to the top with all sorts of books, he was startled when she locked the door before heading to sit on her bed.
Looking at her patting the spot next to her she said, "Come on Harry, I don't bite…well much."
Harry gave her a cheeky grin as he approached her and sat as indicated. Taking his hand in hers she pulled him closer. Once they were settled in the others arms, she calmly said "Harry, I've a few things to tell you. I want you to just listen to me before you reply, ok?"
Harry nodded his agreement with a little nervousness hidden in his eyes. I hope she isn't trying to get away from me and is just going to clue me in on some of the things I've noted to ask about, thought Harry.
"Well, do you remember when I mentioned Susan and Daphne? I mean Susan Bones from Hufflepuff and Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin. You see, back in third year when you were upset with me over the broom, I had started the time-turned classes, arithmancy and ancient runes, as well. I was the only Gryffindor, Susan the only Hufflepuff, and likewise Daphne was the only Slytherin. We were kind of loners in a sea of Ravenclaws. So naturally, we banded together. We actually became the best of friends. They helped me a lot with feeling left out from our trio. I know Ron was egging you on about the broom. I heard him several times. It was then that I really started to question him. Daphne and Susan comforted me through that period and helped me see a lot of things I wouldn't have otherwise. I was afraid of letting Ron find out about them, especially Daph' being a snake. You know how he is toward them. I'm sorry I never told you before about them, but they've been a source of companionship to me when I was overwhelmed dealing with everything. I mean everything, Harry. They helped me realize I was in love with you; let me cry on their shoulders whenever I felt like I'd lost you. They helped me find answers to the tri-wizard and have always watched our backs. In a lot of ways they've helped you just as much as me. You just never knew. We've been banded together because of you in a way for the last few years. I received a letter this morning from them. They'll be here later sometime today to visit for a few days. I'd like it if you would give them a chance, Harry." Hermione looked at him hoping she hadn't upset him or scared him off.
Harry sat listening to Hermione just as she asked. He felt a little relief when he realized she wasn't trying to push him away. He was confused at how much he had missed of her life to not notice she had two other friends she thought so much of. He also felt thankful for these two witches that had helped his 'Mione. He understood that by them helping her they'd also helped him. One thing confused him though. He saw her lovely eyes get a light in them at the mention of how much they meant to her. Harry would definitely keep his eyes open.
Turning his attention back to her he said, "OK 'Mione. Anything for you, love. If anything I need to thank them for watching out for you when I didn't even know you needed it. I'll give them whatever chance you think they deserve. I can tell from your words that they mean a lot to you. I'd never want to take that away from you. I'll stay and meet them if you like. Dobby said he's made it so the order doesn't notice my absence and my relatives seemed to have disappeared for now. I've nowhere to be until Friday. I'll visit as much as you like and as much as your mum and dad allow."
After hearing this Hermione jumped up and ran across the room, barely pausing to unlock the door, before calling out, "Mum, Dad can you come here please?"
Stepping back in the room she headed back to a bemused Harry as she settled herself down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek.
Much to Harry's chagrin he next heard, "What is it sweetheart?" from Dan G)ranger standing in his daughters doorway with a smiling Emma next to him.
"Can Harry stay as well, please? His relatives have gone, merlin knows where, and left him alone. We may also need to take him to get some clothes for Friday," an excited Hermione let out from his shoulder where her head lay.
"Of course dear," answered Emma, "we'd love to have him stay too. We've the room after all and a shopping trip sounds like a good way to spend tomorrow out with your friends. Now, if you can pry yourself from his lap, your father has lunch ready."