AN: Hello! New story here. This one is NOT complete, like Dragon Mate was, but is a true work in progress. Sorry that the first couple of chapters are short but they will get longer as we go.
I also wanted to explain the ages in here. Yes, I know my last story, Dragon Mate had an underage Hermione in it and this one has an underage Harry AND Hermione in it. I'm not advocating these types of relationships at all. I felt this was a good time for the relationship to begin in both stories and lets face it, with everything these two have been through since entering the magical world, they are going to be much more mature. Not only that, the "Soul Bond" pushed them into adulthood, no matter what their physical age truly is.
Thanks and Enjoy!
I've now reedited for easier reading. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and the world they live in is the sole property of J.K Rowling. I'm just playing in her doll house here.
Hermione woke with a gasp. She had been home from her school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for a week. The last school year was one disaster after another, culminating in horror. Her best friend in the world Harry Potter had been entered into the TriWizard tournament and was forced to compete in tasks set up for adult witches and wizards. Harry of course came through, as always, but at the end of the last challenge he was kidnapped by deatheaters and used in a dark ritual to resurrect Lord Voldemort. The evilest wizard since Grindelwald. Harry had barely escaped with his life while Harry's co-champion Cedric Diggory wasn't as lucky. Harry had been forced to watch poor Cedric die. Hermione was very worried about him. He had become very withdrawn during the last few weeks of term.
Hermione was unsure as to what had woken her so suddenly. She suddenly felt she couldn't breath and her body felt as if it was on fire. She didn't know what was happening to her. She just knew she was in pain.
Hermione stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pale and was sweaty but her skin and eyes had an odd glow. She looked closer at her eyes and the only thought that entered her mind was Harry. Something was telling her she had to get to Harry. She didn't understand what this was but as soon as the thought of going to Harry entered her mind the pain lessened so she splashed water on her face, got dressed, grabbed her wand and made her way clumsily downstairs.
Her mother, Jean Granger, looked up at her and gasped, "Hermione! Whats the matter? Whats happening?"
"I don't know Mum but I have to get to Harry. I don't understand why I just know I have to." Hermione replied shaking. "I'll take the Knight bus. It will be faster." she continued as she stumbled out the front door.
She made it to the end of the driveway and stuck out her wand hand. There was a sudden loud bang and a purple triple decker bus appeared in front of her. The attendant, Stan Shunpipe, jumped from the bus and started his spiel. Hermione cut him off, "I'll give you an extra galleon if you move me to the front of the list." Stan looked at the shaky witch in front of him with concern.
"Of course Miss, where too?" He replied while helping her onto the bus.
"Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey."
"Sure thing Miss."
Stan helped her sit in one of the seats and the bus took off. With a bang and a lurch the bus left her house and suddenly appeared in front of Number 4. Hermione felt better already. "Thank you Stan."
"No problem Miss. Hope you feel better." Stan said politely. The bus banged and lurched away.
Hermione looked around. She didn't see or sense anyone nearby so she didn't have to worry about Order members interfering. She sighed with relief and approached the door. She knocked and closed her eyes listening to the sounds around her. Everything was still and quiet. She heard light footsteps approaching the door. She opened her eyes just as the door was swung open by a horse faced woman. "This must be his aunt." She thought to herself. The woman looked down at her and asked politely, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm here to see Harry" Hermione answered as she pushed her way in.
"Hey, you can't come in here!" Petunia screeched. Hermione grabbed her wand and pointed it at her.
"I can do whatever I wish," she bluffed. Petunia backed off with her hands up. Hermione heard movement upstairs and a soft voice called out.
She gave one last dirty look to Harry's aunt and ran up the stairs. She saw him then and relief coursed through her body as she whispered his name. "Harry." He smiled gently and took her hand and pulled her into his room, closing the door behind them.