When Harry reached the portrait in front of Gryffindor tower, he realized that he did not know the password. He stood in front of the portrait for several minutes while the Fat Lady continued to stare at him.
"Well, are you going to give me the password or not?" she asked.
"Um, I would but I don't know the password because I had to speak with one of the Professors after the feast," he said.
"No password, no entry and that's final," she said.
Harry considered pleading with the Fat Lady to let him in but he decided that it would be useless. Instead, he sighed then heard Hermione's voice call out to him.
"Oh Harry, there you are. I was getting worried about you," she said.
"Don't worry about me Hermione, I can take care of myself," he replied, giving her a hug and a kiss.
"The new password is Flabbergast," she said.
The Fat Lady swung open and Harry walked into Gryffindor Tower for the first time that year. When he was inside, he saw that most of the students had already gone to sleep and only a few older students were up. He and Hermione went to their usual armchairs in front of the fire and sat.
"So, what did McGonagall say to you?" she asked.
"Oh, she wanted to make me captain of the Quidditch team." he replied.
Hermione moved over to his seat and sat on his lap. She put her head on his chest then looked up at him expectantly. "So did you accept her offer?" she asked.
"Well, I sort of accepted it and declined it at the same time," he said.
"What do you mean you sort of accepted it and declined it?"
"What happened is I told McGonagall that I wanted to have co-captains and not just one single captain."
"Oh, I see. Who did you name as your co-captains?"
"Ron and Ginny."
"Oh Harry, I'm so proud of you," she said, kissing him.
At first, Harry was surprised when Hermione kissed him but he responded by placing his arms around her waist and kissing her with the same amount of passion that she had. They kept kissing until they heard a cough behind them. They stopped kissing and looked up to see a very sleepy Ron standing behind them.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your kissing session at this time," he said, causing both Harry and Hermione to blush. "I was just wondering if I could borrow your Axe Harry," he said.
"Why do you want to borrow it?" Harry asked.
Ron looked around nervously before he spoke. "I.. um was wondering if Luna would think more highly of me if I used Axe."
"Ron, I got news that would make any girl think more highly of you then they do now," Harry replied.
"Really? And what is the news?" Ron asked.
"Hmm, let's see. McGonagall asked me to be Quidditch captain but I refused," Harry said.
"Harry, are you fucking crazy? Why the hell did you refuse?" Ron asked, nearly shouting.
"Ron, there is a good reason why I chose not to accept the captaincy that McGonagall offered me," Harry said.
"Why the fuck would anyone not accept the captaincy?" Ron asked.
"Ron, could you please lower your voice and watch your language?" Hermione hissed, giving him a look of disgust.
"Sorry about that Hermione, it's just that Harry is doing the wrong thing," Ron said.
"Well, I'm perfectly sure he has a good reason to decline McGonagall's offer. Have you ever thought about that Ron?" Hermione said.
"Well, I want to hear why he declined before I make any judgment," Ron said.
"Ron, the reason that I chose to decline was so that you and Ginny can become co-captains of the team with me," Harry said.
"Oh Harry, you shouldn't have done that. I mean yeah, it'll probably make most girls think more highly of me but Luna's already my girlfriend and I think that won't make a difference to her. Thanks anyway Harry," Ron said, shaking his hand.
Ron then headed back up the stairs to the dormitories with a huge grin on his face. Harry and Hermione watched him go up the stairs then continued to kiss each other. Their hands moved around the different parts of their body and their tongues moved in each other's mouth. Reluctantly both of them split apart for air after several minutes of passionate kissing.
"Wow, Harry you are such an amazing kisser," Hermione said, placing her arms around his neck.
"Yeah, well you are extremely beautiful Hermione," he said.
"Oh shut it already about my beauty," she said, slapping him on the arm playfully.
They where about to start kissing each other again but before they could, they heard some tapping from the window. When both of them looked up toward the window, they saw an owl outside the window. Harry got up to let the owl in and flew straight to Hermione. She took the envelope from the owl, opened it and read it with a stunned look on her face.
"Hermione, what is it?" Harry asked, with a look of deep concern on his face.
"Harry, this is a letter from Remus Lupin," she said.
"Yeah, what's the big deal?" he asked.
"Harry, Bellatrix said that he's my father," she said.
"Oh I see. Well, what does he say in the letter?"
"He says that before Voldemort's attack on Diagon Alley, he wasn't sure if I was his daughter or not. However, he now knows for sure that I am his daughter and he wants to spend more time with me like a real father does," she said.
"I'm assuming by your attitude that you don't want that to happen," he replied.
"Well, Harry, I don't know what I want. I mean he is my father and I haven't really known my real mother or my real father at all. On the other hand, how would you react if someone you don't really know comes up to you and out of the blue says that their your parents?" she asked, starting to cry.
Harry placed his arms around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. She put her head on his chest and continued to cry. Harry gently patted her on the back and after a few more minutes of crying, she eventually stopped. She slowly raised her head and looked up at Harry. He saw that tears were still flowing down the side of her face and he gently wiped away the tears with his index finger. Both continued to sit in that position for several more minutes.
"Harry, I think I'll go to bed now," Hermione said, getting up slowly.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," he said.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said.
"Yeah, um good night," he said.
"Good night Harry," she said, giving him a short kiss on his lips before walking up the girl's dormitories.
Harry walked up the stairs to the boys dormitories. He was the last one to sleep in his dormitory. With a sigh, Harry changed into his pajamas and climbed onto his bed. Once his head hit the pillow, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Harry was walking down a passageway that was similar to the one in the Ministry of Magic. This time, he had a sense of dread and felt that something bad was going to happen to him. Suddenly, a door opened to his left and Hermione came out.
"Harry, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Hermione, I'm so glad to see you. Something bad is going to happen. I know it will," he said.
"Harry, relax. Nothing is going to happen," she said.
Before Harry could say anything, there was a loud explosion in front of him. Through the smoke and flames, Harry could see people dying from Voldemort's attacks. There were people of all ages dying, young children and the elderly were all victims. Harry then saw Lord Voldemort step out from the flames then heard several pops and saw that he was surrounded by Death Eaters.
"Potter, you are a damn fool for taking me on," Voldemort said.
"I would rather die and be remembered as a hero rather than die as a coward Tom Riddle," Harry said.
"You are a fool just like your parents before you and that fool Dumbledore," Voldemort said.
"At least I'm not a coward like you Riddle," Harry said, spitting at Voldemort's feet, causing his Death Eaters to cry out in surprise.
"So be it Potter. Your miserable crummy life ends here right now," Voldemort said, throwing a bomb at Harry.
For Harry, time seemed to stand still. He saw the bomb come toward him from the corner of his eye. He also saw Hermione gasp in shock as tears fell down her face. Around him, the Death Eaters started to laugh in anticipation of Harry's death. The bomb got closer and closer to Harry before it fell on the ground in front of him. 'So this is how it ends' he thought, before he was consumed by the orange flames.
Harry woke up in a cold sweat on his bed. After that last nightmare he knew that he probably would not fall asleep again. Sighing, Harry got up and looked out the window. He could see that the sun was now starting to rise from the horizon and he assumed that it was around six in the morning. He went to take a shower, brush up and shave. Forty minutes later, he came back into the boys dormitories, sprayed some Axe then went to sit down in the common room.
He took a seat by the fire. Sighing, he leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling. Judging by the position of the sun outside, Harry figured classes would start in two hours or so and he could leave for breakfast in an hour and fifteen minutes. As he sat, he continued to think about his nightmare. It had seemed so realistic; yet, he wasn't sure what it meant. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Hermione had also gotten up until she was right beside him.
"Harry? Are you okay?" she asked.
Harry looked up in surprise and saw Hermione standing up beside him. He continued to stare down at the ground and chose not to answer her. She responded by sitting down on his lap and placing her hands around his neck. She then moved closer and kissed him. After taking a break, she then looked at him sadly.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's wrong?" she asked.
Harry sighed, and began to speak. He told Hermione about the dream he just had; once he had finished, he saw that Hermione had tears in her eyes and he gently wiped them away with a finger. He placed his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Once she was closer to him, she placed her head on his shoulder and continued to cry.
Finally she stopped crying and several other students started to walk down into the common room. Harry assumed it was now time for breakfast as he saw several students leave. As he and Hermione were about to leave, Ron caught up with them.
"Hey Harry, your Axe?" he asked.
"Oh right. Um Hermione, hold on," he said, running back up to his dormitory to get Axe for Ron.
After Ron had finished using it and Harry had put it away in his trunk, Harry went back down to where Hermione was standing and waiting for him. He took her hand and they went down to the Great Hall together.
They managed to sit before the owls came in with the mail. To Harry's surprise, he received several notes all of which he placed in his bag. Hermione got the Daily Prophet which she immediately started to read.
"Aren't you going to see what those notes are all about?" she asked Harry.
"I don't feel like looking now. I'll look later today when we're done with classes," he replied.
"Do you want me to look for you?" she asked.
"I can look later by myself," he replied.
Hermione nodded then before Harry could stop her, took out several notes from Harry's bag. She started to read them silently and would start giggling after each note, causing most people at the Gryffindor table to stare at her.
"Hermione, why are you giggling like that?" he asked.
"Harry, you should see all these notes. They're all from your female admirers," she said, showing him a note from a younger Ravenclaw who wrote about how she thought Harry was sexy.
"Wow Harry, you are such a lucky bastard," Seamus said from across the table.
Harry felt like he wanted to run away and hide. He took the notes back from a giggling Hermione and put them back in his bag. He started to eat some toast but found that he wasn't really hungry. To his right, Professor McGonagall was giving out new schedules and he wanted to see his classes for the year.
Meanwhile in another part of England, a police officer surveyed the damage done to the neat row of houses in front of him. These homes were somewhat expensive but now, it was nothing more than a huge pile of rubble and dust. Ever since the summer, there had been several houses bombed in England, but the bombings seemed to be totally random yet he had a feeling that it was all done by one person. A firefighter then walked up to him and spoke.
"We couldn't find the remains of any bodies in the rubble. We were told there were a total of nine adults and twenty children living in those homes and now they're dead. None of the children were older than 10 and the youngest was a three-month old baby. Neighbors also remember seeing a green skull in the sky."
"What a fucking monster," the police officer said, walking away.
The police officer felt sick to his stomach. In his twenty years as a police officer, he had never heard of anything like this before. Reluctantly, he started to write up an accident report, knowing that this case would never be solved. It would just be dumped into some cabinet, sitting there until the case was opened again or until someone cleaned out the cabinet. He made the symbol of a cross then left the scene.
A/N: For those wondering about Remus/Hermione, I tried to deal with the issue here and I'll continue with it in the next chapter. Please read and review and thank you for your continued support.