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"Gin, we can't be together anymore," Harry said. "These last couple of weeks have been something like out of another's life. With everything going on, we just can't…"

"I knew this was coming," Ginny interrupted. "I know that you wouldn't be happy if you weren't out hunting You-Know-Who, and I guess that's why I like you so much."

"Thanks Ginny, for being so…wait, what did you say?" Harry snapped, looking down at the diminutive redhead, who shivered under his intense gaze. "You said I wouldn't be happy unless I was out fighting Voldemort!" Ginny shuddered at the sound of the name, causing Harry's eyes to narrow. "I thought that you had gotten over this crush on the Boy-Who-Lived, but I guess I was wrong. We're done Ginerva, I can't be with someone who only thinks of me as some icon, a white knight that will drop everything just to rescue a useless fan girl."

"But that is you Harry," Ginny cried. "You're the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One."

"But I don't want any of that," Harry snapped. "This isn't some game Ginerva! I have never wanted any of this, my parents were murdered when I was one, my godfather murdered right in front of me and all my life has just been some sick game for a demented old man who thought he knew everything. You think that I enjoy this, having the weight of this entire backward world on my shoulders!"

Ginny began to back pedal from Harry, whose eyes were flashing with lighting and his unruly hair was flapping wildly in an unseen wind. "But you're the hero Harry, you saved me from You-Know-Who in the Chamber," she pleaded.

"I didn't do that for you," Harry snapped. "I did it for Hermione, and for Ron's little sister. I didn't even know you back then, your first coherent sentence to me was after you woke up down there. Before that it was all blushing and squeaking before running off."

"I knew it, you do love Hermione!" Ginny screamed. Several heads turned toward them.

"What?" Harry sputtered, totally taken aback.

"It's always about Hermione with you," the little redhead cried. "I'm sick and tired of her coming between us."

"Hermione's my best friend and has never turned her back on me, she's the only person who has been there for me all along," Harry said. "If I'm going to have a relationship with someone, they'll have to realize that Hermione will be a part of my life as long as she is willing."

Ginny looked at Harry in complete and utter astonishment.

"If you aren't willing to accept that, then I won't be seeing you for a very long time," Harry said sternly. He turned on his heel and started walking back toward the castle. Ginny just stood there, starring at Harry's back as he walked away.

"Don't you dare walk away from me Harry James Potter!" she shrieked. "If you take one more step, then we're through. That's it, I'm done with you!"

Harry didn't respond; he just kept on walking away back toward the castle, ignoring the stares and whispers coming his way. It wasn't any different from a regular day, though the word 'regular' and Harry Potter didn't go together. He was nearly to the entrance hall when a voice called out his name. Sighing, Harry turned around to see Minister Scrimgeour striding quickly toward him, his minions; I mean support staff following him.

"What can I do for you Minister, as you no doubt have just overheard, I'm not in the best mood right now," Harry ground out through clenched teeth.

"Ah yes, I do apologize for the unfortunate timing of this conversation," Scrimgeour said, though he didn't sound at all sincere. "I was hoping to talk to you about your plans for the future."

"Honestly, I have no idea what my plans are for the future apart from being alive to enjoy it," Harry snarked.

"Yes, aren't we all?" Scrimgeour said ruefully. "But I was wondering if you recall our conversation over the holidays…"

"What conversation…Oh the one in which you wanted me to become the poster boy of a Ministry that would just as easily throw an innocent man in Azkaban without trial as it would send a woman with no teaching experience and didn't even pass her OWLs to teach Defence, oh and by the way she also tortured students by making them write lines…with a blood quill!"

There were several gasps from the crowd that had gathered nearby. Scrimgeour looked like he had swallowed a large lemon.

"Oh let's not forget that she tried to use the Cruciatus Curse on me, to loosen my tongue, as she put it," Harry said.

"That's a lie," Scrimgeour cried.

"Just like how I was lying about Voldemort returning two years ago," Harry said, glaring down at the Minister. "Remember Minister, I must not tell lies," he added, raising the back of his left fist where the words 'I must not tell lies' were etched into his skin.

"This is not the place to be discussing these types of matters," the Minister said.

"Why not Minister, do you have something to hide?" Harry asked.

"Of course not."

"Then why move our conversation elsewhere at all," Harry pondered. The Minister narrowed his eyes at Harry. "What exactly do you want Minister? Just spit it out, I don't like people who mince words. Or don't have the courage to speak their mind."

"I would like to offer you Auror protection, as well as some early entry Auror training," Scrimgeour announced.

Harry grinned, which Scrimgeour took as a good sign as he also broke into a grin, until Harry began laughing madly.

"You really are that desperate aren't you?" Harry laughed. "Voldemort is after me, a couple of Aurors won't stop him. Hell, given the choice, they'd probably hand me over to save their own skins. The only Aurors I would even consider trusting are Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Dora Tonks. And besides, I could probably beat most of your Aurors, apart from those three."

The Minister's Auror bodyguards frowned at Harry, apparently they don't take kindly to people making them out to be cowards.

"Oh you don't think so, do you? Well how about a demonstration then?" Harry suggested.

The Aurors laughed. "Come on boy, do you really think that you can beat us?" one scoffed.

"Oh, I know I can beat you," Harry grinned fiercely. "I've faced Voldemort five times, plus a whole mess of dark creatures, so facing a couple of Aurors should be a good warm up."

The three Aurors bristled, and looked to Scrimgeour.

"Don't look at him, the Minister won't be out on the front lines with you," Harry said.

"Are you saying I'm a coward Potter?" Scrimgeour growled.

Harry shrugged. "Well, you aren't brave enough to do what is right, instead of what is easy, so if that makes you a coward, then so be it."

"You have no idea how our world works boy," the Minister snarled.

"Of course I don't, since I was raised by Muggles who despised anything to do with magic, including me. All because one man thought he had all the answers. But since I've reentered this world, I've seen plenty, enough to know how this world works. I've learned that as long as you have enough gold to spread around, you can get away with anything, even murder. If you aren't a so called pureblood, you're treated like an animal, yet it's the purebloods who are the animals," Harry sneered. "Hell, if it wasn't for 1st generation magicals, you'd all be marrying your siblings. Haven't you noticed that the families that only marry other purebloods produce the most squibs? And most half bloods and 1st gen's are, on average, more powerful than a pureblood of the same age."

Most of the eavesdroppers, mainly high Ministry officials (purebloods), looked scandalized.

"Hell, the four most powerful magicals born in the last one hundred and fifty years were or are half bloods or less," Harry said. "Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Tom Riddle and myself."

"Who's Tom Riddle?" someone asked.

"Oh, You-Know-Who," Harry smirked.

"Who?" the person asked, Harry's face fell.

"You're kidding right, Tom Riddle is Voldemort," he said.

"WHAT!" echoed around the courtyard.


"You're lying!"

"You-Know-Who can't be a half-blood!" Scrimgeour cried.

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Be…because…" someone stammered.

"Voldemort is a half blood, hell he could even be considered a first generation magical since his mother was just barely above a squib while his father was a Muggle," Harry said.

"But You-Know-Who is the Heir of Slytherin, how can he be a half blood?" an Auror exclaimed.

"His mother's maiden name was Gaunt, they were descended from Slytherin," Harry explained.

"Then why would all the purebloods follow him?" someone asked.

"Well not all purebloods are that stupid, but mainly it's because they don't know," Harry said. "He's a hypocrite, he calls for pureblood supremacy yet he's not even a pureblood himself. He took advantage of the situation by declaring himself a pureblood, and gained influence with that advantage."

"How do you know this?" the Minister asked skeptically.

"He told me during my second year during the Chamber of Secrets debacle, and the Headmaster," Harry spat, "confirmed it."

"Dumbledore knew!" Scrimgeour roared.

"He knew for years, Dumbledore taught Riddle here at Hogwarts. Now that I've given you all something to think about, I need to be going," Harry said.

"Potter, what about my offer?" the Minister called.

"Have you pardoned my godfather's name?" Harry asked.

"Who is your godfather?" Scrimgeour asked.

"Sirius Black."

"What! Why would you want that man's name cleared, he was a Death Eater who betrayed your parents!"

"No he was innocent. Framed by the one who got the Order of Merlin for 'capturing' Sirius, Peter Pettigrew."

"Black killed Pettigrew."

"No, Pettigrew is alive. He was the one who helped Voldemort return to his body two years ago, and he was the one who betrayed my parents," Harry said.

"You're lying," the Minister snapped.

"Just like how I was lying about Voldemort returning, right Minister?" Harry said. With that Harry turned on his heel and left the Minister, his bodyguards and quite a few others frozen in stunned astonishment, as Harry had just shattered several long-held beliefs of theirs.

"Are you sure it was wise to revel Riddle's blood status Harry?" a feminine voice asked as Harry entered the entrance hall. He turned and saw his best and closet friend, Hermione Granger, emerge from the shadows.

"We were planning on doing it in a few weeks anyway, but I thought having the Minister and his stooges as the audience would give us more shock value."

"True but you know that when Voldemort finds out, he will most likely attack sooner than we would anticipate," Hermione said as the pair made their way up the marble staircase.

"Well it all depends on whether or not his followers stay loyal to him after this," Harry said. "I have a feeling he's going to be more concerned about losing strength than attacking.

"That's one way of putting it," Hermione said. "I saw you and Ginny just before the Minister, what happened, you were shouting."

"We broke up," Harry said.

"I'm sorry Harry."

"Don't be," he said. "I found out that she only sees me as the Boy-Who-Lived, not Just Harry."

"I guess she never got over her infatuation with the legend," Hermione said. "So what do we do now? I mean after the train leaves, and all? We have to be ready to go at a moment's notice, especially if you're thoughts on Riddle losing strength prove false. He could very well order an attack on the train tomorrow."

"Then we'll be there to stop him Mione," Harry said. "He's taken too much from to many people, it stops now."

"I know Harry, I know," Hermione said.

Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and she leant into him, wrapping an arm around his chest.

"What are we going to do though?" she asked as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Remembrance," Hermione said, the portrait swung open and the pair climbed through.

"Well first, I'm not going back to the Dursleys, sod what Dumbledore said, I'm done with them," Harry said. "I've sent them a letter say that I'm not coming back, and that they might think of leaving the country for an extended vacation."

"Where will you stay then?" Hermione asked.

"I'm going to Grimmauld Place, I'm going to redo the Fidelius."

"You'll have to wait until you turn seventeen to cast magic," Hermione said.

"Normally you'd be right, but since I'm Harry Potter, normal doesn't conform to me," Harry said dryly. "I can perform magic whenever I want, as long as I follow the law."

"But you're not 17 yet, you have to be 17 to be considered an adult," Hermione argued.

"True for most people, but since I'm the last of the Potter family, I was eligible to take up my Head of House ship when I turned fifteen, and so over winter holidays last year, Remus, Sirius and I snuck away from Grimmauld Place and went to Gringotts."

"What! Don't you know how reckless that was, Sirius' name still hasn't been cleared, if you had been caught," Hermione cried.

"Easy Mione, the goblins know that Sirius was innocent, and since Gringotts is sovereign goblin territory, so…"

"He was safe…"

"Yes," Harry said. "We met with Ragnok, the director of Gringotts, and found out quite a bit of information that Dumbledore probably didn't want me knowing."

"What do you mean Harry? Dumbledore cared for you like a grandson," Hermione said.

Harry arched an eyebrow. "Did he now? What gave you that impression? Was it when he gave me to the Dursleys when my parents' Will said I wasn't to go anywhere near them. He abandoned me to live worse than a Malfoy house elf for ten years."

Hermione's face fell.

"And don't get me started on what's gone on during school here," Harry said. "Bringing the Stone, as bait for Voldemort, to a school! Three first years were able to easily get through the defenses guarding the Stone, so what do you think a mad genius like Voldemort would have done? How did a second year 1st generation witch figure out that it was a basilisk attacking students, when Dumbledore was here the last time the Chamber had been opened? He knew Hagrid was innocent but still let the Ministry send him to Azkaban, just so they could be seen doing something! This was the man who preached forgiveness and redemption but allowed Sirius to rot in Azkaban without a trial for twelve years, when all the other Death Eaters got a trial or just claimed the Imperious Curse."

Hermione's face paled severely. "But, I'm sure Dumbledore tried," she whispered.

"No he didn't, he knew Sirius was innocent 100% after we told him third year and could have ordered a trial since he was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont but never did," Harry said.

"But why?" Hermione asked, her unshakable faith in Dumbledore shaking rapidly to pieces.

"I don't know," Harry said heavily. "I just don't know. Dumbledore made so many questionable decisions regarding my life, that I don't know if I can even trust anything he even told me."

"I'm sorry Harry, but don't ever forget that I will always be at your side, no matter what," Hermione said.

"Thanks Mione, you don't know how much that means to me," Harry said, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "I better get upstairs and finish packing, I'm sure that McGonagall will announcing that the Express will leave early tomorrow."

"You're probably right Harry, I've still got some stuff to finish but I'll meet you upstairs."

"Ms. Granger, inviting yourself into the boys' dormitory, are you? You little minx," Harry teased. Hermione blushed brilliantly before slapping him on the arm.

"Prat," she muttered before racing off up the stairs. Harry chuckled for a moment then proceeded up the stairs to the sixth year boys' dormitory.

Harry opened his trunk and withdrew a paper-wrapped package. His mouth turned in a sardonic smile as he recognized the parcel. It had been a gag gift from Bill Weasley, Ron's eldest brother, who was a curse breaker for Gringotts. Bill had gotten this for him for Harry's last birthday after Harry had likened Bill to a Muggle movie character, since both seemed could be considered 'treasure hunters' of a sort.

When Harry had told him this, Bill chuckled and said, "It's funny, a lot of the human curse breakers that Gringotts hire say the same thing. Some even say that the films were their inspiration to become a curse breaker."

Harry had always thought that he would graduate Hogwarts and then go on to become an Auror just like everyone thought he should be. But when he entered the office of Professor McGonagall for his career advice meeting back in his fifth year, it was as if he had an epiphany. He had been doing whatever anyone expected of him, except himself. He had never sat down and really thought about what he wanted to do after Hogwarts. Harry realized that everything, his whole life, had been planned for him. He had never had a choice in the matter, people just choose for him and told him 'it's for the best' or 'I'm only doing this for your own good.'

Looking back, Harry realized that that meeting with McGonagall and Umbridge was the turning point in his life.

"So Mr. Potter, have you given any thought in which direction you plan to go in once you leave Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall asked as Harry sat down in the chair opposite her. There came a disapproving sniff from the corner. Harry turned to find Dolores Umbridge sitting in a chair, clipboard in hand. "I have a note from Professor 'Moody' saying that you had interest in becoming an Auror, correct?"

"Yes I thought about becoming an Auror but after my experience over the past nine months with the Ministry, I don't think I'll be able to work for the Ministry," Harry said.

"As if the Minister would hire Potter," Umbridge snapped.

"Well, from what I've read, the Minister doesn't have any control over the hiring of Aurors, only the Director of the MLE does," Harry said. "And besides, as I said, I couldn't work for a Ministry as corrupt and bigoted as the one we have."

"Silence boy!" Umbridge cried. "I will not have you degrade the integrity of the Minister."

"What integrity," Harry muttered.

"Besides Potter, if you were inclined, you would need top grades to become an Auror," McGonagall said, ignoring Umbridge. "At least 8 O.W.L.s with nothing less than an Exceeds Expectations in all your core subjects."

"Yes I realize that but even if I was willing to work for the Ministry, I don't believe I would want to be an Auror. I think I will have enough of Dark Wizard hunting when this war is done," Harry said. "I'm looking for something that would get me away from Britain, maybe even something that takes me away from the wizarding world."

McGonagall's eyes widened. "You would leave our…your world?" she asked softly.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he answered. "I'm tired of being hailed as a hero one moment then a Dark Wizard in training the next. I'm tired of being only seen as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, or Harry Potter, the Mad Nutter. I want to earn a living, not use my name or title to 'grease the wheels' even if that's the business practice of the day."

"So then Potter, if becoming an Auror isn't your forte what do you want to do?" McGonagall asked.

"I don't know," Harry said lamely. "Now before you jump down my throat, that is as honest an answer as I can give. I hope to find a better answer soon, and hopefully that means travelling around the world. I've never been outside the country, hell never seen the ocean…" Harry's words died in his throat.

"What does that mean?" McGonagall asked. Umbridge looked excited.

Harry sighed. "It means exactly what I said, I've never seen the sea, probably the biggest amount of water I've seen is the Black Lake."

"But we live on an island, surely your relatives…" McGonagall trailed off as Harry's eyes became haunted.

"No Professor, whenever they went on holiday, they left me behind with Ms. Figg," Harry said.

"Arabella," McGonagall gasped.

"That's why I want, no, need to get away," Harry said. "I've been trapped in a 'cage' all my life. I want to get out and see the world."

"I see. Are there any questions that you have Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, I do. Does the Wizarding World have anything like placement exams?" Harry asked.

"Placement exams, yes we do. But whatever for?" McGonagall asked.

"I know that I won't be continuing Divination or History of Magic past this year and I was hoping that I could switch them with Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, the fifth-year levels next year."

"Arithmancy and Ancient Runes are two of the hardest courses offered here at Hogwarts, and you want to go directly to O.W.L level class work," McGonagall said.

"Yes ma'am, I've been perusing Hermione's textbooks for those two classes over the last few year and found that neither subject are that difficult, challenging yes, but no worse than any other subject. And besides, Arithmancy and Runes cover spell crafting, warding and curse breaking; all very intriguing career fields."

"I see, well, you are committed to this course, I will see what I can do. Perhaps if you study hard and have Miss Granger help, you might be able to get into those classes. But any test will be held next term when we return from the holidays, I will inform you of the situation as it progresses."

"Thank you Professor," Harry said. "That's all I can think of right now."

"Very well then, that concludes our meeting, if you have any more questions please feel free to come to my office," McGonagall said.

Harry chuckled as a second memory came to the forefront of his mind. He could clearly remember Hermione's reaction when she found out that he would be taking Arithmancy and Ancient Runes for O.W.L.s the next year. It was a mixture of shock and pride.

"Oh Harry, there you are," Hermione cried out across the common room. "How'd it go? What did you say, you want to become an Auror I'd expect?"

"No actually, I told McGonagall that I don't think becoming an Auror is for me," Harry said.

"What?" Ron, who was sitting across from Hermione, and Hermione cried out.

"But mate, I thought it was your dream to be an Auror, we'd be partners and no one would be able to stop us," Ron said.

"I just don't think becoming an Auror, chasing after Dark Wizards for the rest of my life, is something I want to do," Harry said. "I've already got the Darkest Wizard in history after me, so why should I go looking for trouble."

Ron gaped while Hermione blinked and then gave Harry a fond smile.

"That's quite a mature answer Harry," she said. "But then what did you tell McGonagall that you wanted to do."

"I don't know."

"What do you mean 'I don't know', how could you possibly not know what you said," Hermione said stiffly, which caused Harry to start laughing, which in turn caused Hermione to look even more affronted. "Harry James Potter…"

"Easy Hermione, don't bring out the full names," Harry said, still chortling. "I didn't mean that I didn't know what I said, what I meant was that I don't know what I want to do with my life."

Hermione deflated. "Oh, sorry, it's just…" she began.

"I know, I know Hermione," Harry said. "I should have explained it better."

"But come on mate, you have to have something in mind to do after school is over," Ron said. "What about Quidditch, you know playing professionally?"

"That would be fun for a while but I don't want to be the center of attention. I want to travel, go out and see the world. Maybe learn more about magic from around the world, the British view on magic can't the be the only one."

"That does sound interesting," Hermione said.

"Why would anyone want to do that? More learning," Ron scoffed.

Hermione looked scandalized.

"Ron, there's always something new to learn," Harry said. "And besides, with Voldemort having this fixation on me, I'll need to know as much as I can."

"I guess but that won't happen for a while, I'm sure," Ron said.

"Ron, in the four plus years I've been at Hogwarts, I've faced Voldemort four times, plus basilisks, dementors and all the other nasty creatures, so my track record isn't the best."

Ron shivered at the name.

"Hermione, do you have any practice O.W.L papers for Arithmancy or Ancient Runes?" Harry asked.

"Yes, of course but why? You don't take either of those classes," she said.

"True but I'm hoping to take them for O.W.L.s next year. I've been sneaking looks at your books over the last two years, when I realized that Trelawney and Binns are both pathetic teachers. I can learn more from just reading A History of Magic than from Binns' class. And Divination is a class in which you need the gift of Sight in some degree to actually excel in it."

"Come on Harry, you're going to drop the two easiest classes here and then take the two hardest," Ron scoffed. "You're turning into Hermione."

"And what's wrong with that?" Harry and Hermione snapped at the same time. They looked at each other and blushed. Ron narrowed his eyes at the pair.

"Ron, why do you think that focusing more on my schooling is a bad thing?" Harry asked.

Harry frowned as he thought back to his first friend's reaction to wanting to change classes. Ron was never the most studious person; actually he would do almost anything to get out of doing work. Normally, he would just harp on Hermione until she either looked over his work and made corrections, or relented and actually did the assignment for him. This had been happening with more and more frequency over the past year, Hermione acquiescing to Ron's demands of help with much less fight than before. Normally, Hermione would refuse and pretty much order Ron to do it himself but this year, while the initial argument was still there, Hermione would 'bow' to Ron's demands much easier. This didn't sit well with Harry.

"There you are Harry, have you finished packing yet?" Hermione asked as she entered the dorm.

"Not quite, I was just thinking and found something interesting," Harry said, holding up the paper package.

"What's that?" Hermione asked.

"Ron's brother, Bill, got it for me last summer," Harry said. "It was something of a gag gift but considering what we're going to be doing, I think it's mighty appropriate."

"Well, are you going to show me or not?" Hermione asked in mock severity. Harry grinned and set the package on his bed and opened it. Inside was a set of dark tan khakis, an off white button up shirt and lying on top of the clothes were a black leather whip with a revolver.

"The whip's dragon hide, Horntail actually, same as the jacket," Harry said pulling a dark brown leathery jacket from his trunk, along with a brown fedora that he put on with a flourish. "When I first heard about Bill's job as a curse breaker, I thought of that Muggle cinema character, you know Jones."

"Indiana Jones," Hermione said. Then she started laughing. "Oh Harry, that's brilliant. It's just like we're going treasure hunting, like in the films."

"That's what I thought, but the more I think of it, I think the Muggle-way of doing this search is the way to go," Harry said. "I know Dumbledore said that love was 'the power he knows not', well actually I think it's something different. While I would do anything to protect my friends and their families, I don't know enough magic to protect them using it. But using Muggle methods combined with magic, I think…no, I know, we can win."

"Harry, you can't combine magic with technology, it just doesn't work," Hermione argued.

"Whoever said anything about technology," Harry said with a devious grin, which wouldn't have been out of place on his father's face when James Potter would come up with a brilliant prank. "Take this Hermione," he said indicating the revolver. "You know how I was studying Arithmancy and Runes over the past few years."

Hermione nodded.

"Well, I found a way to combine Muggle weapons with Runes and spells," Harry said.

"Harry, we can't go carrying weapons around," Hermione cried.

"Why not? We've been doing it since we turned eleven," Harry argued.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your wand could be considered a weapon. It can be used to heal as easily as it can be used to kill. It's all on how you, the wielder, wield it. Just as the same as a gun, it can be used to protect someone as easily as it can be used to kill someone."

Hermione bowed her head.

"And besides, Voldemort and his Death Eaters know so much more about magic than we do, so we need an advantage, and this could be it," Harry said.

"I see your point Harry, but I don't know," Hermione said. "Do you even know how to use that thing?"

"Well not really, but it can't be much different than using a wand, can it? I mean, it's just point and pull the trigger."

"I guess you're right but what about Ron?" Hermione asked. "You know he's grown up in the magical world all his life, he probably won't take using Muggle weapons very well."

"You're probably right but if it keeps us alive then I don't care what he says," Harry said.

"You're right," Hermione said. "Don't worry Harry, what ever happens, I'll be by your side no matter what."

"Thank you Hermione, you don't know how much that means to me," Harry said getting up and pulling her into a tight hug which she reciprocated.

"What's going on here?" an angry voice snapped through the doorway.

Harry and Hermione turned to see Ron standing in the doorway, his face and ears turning red.

"So that's it Potter, you ditch my sister and then go straight for my girl," Ron growled.

"No Ron, it's not…" Harry began.

"I don't want to hear it from you," Ron snarled. "Herms get away from him!"

"Excuse me," Hermione snapped. "You have no right to tell me what to do Ronald, and don't call me Herms."

"I'll call you whatever I want, that's my right as your mine," Ron shouted.

"What are you talking about? I am not some object that a person owns. I'm my own person," Hermione shrieked. "And when did we ever agree that we were dating at all?"

"You've been teasing me all year, flirting and what not. What do you call being all over me during the funeral," Ron shouted.

"You were a shoulder to cry on, that's all," Hermione screamed. "And if you think I'd ever fancy you, you're delusional. All you've ever done since we started Hogwarts is belittle, insult and degrade me. You've used me only as a crutch to do your homework that you were too lazy to do yourself!"

"What about Harry then, he's done the same!" Ron roared in an obvious attempt to shift blame.

"No Harry only has me look over his work, to correct it, usually only grammar at that," Hermione said.

"So Potter gets everything, the fame, the money and now the pick of girls," Ron sneered. "Well you can have the Mudblood slut, she's only good for spreading her legs anyway."

Hermione's eyes welled with tears as Ron sneered at her, looking just like Malfoy.


Ron howled in pain as his head snapped back and he stumbled backward. Harry stood before him, his fist still outstretched. Hermione gasped as she felt waves of magical energy flowing off of Harry, as the black-haired boy glared down at Ron.

"Get the hell out of here," Harry whispered as his eyes flashed the same shade as the dreaded Avada Kedavra curse. Ron's face drained of all color and as blood seeped through his fingers as he clutched his obviously broken nose. Hermione shivered. Harry was furious. When he was angry, he would shout and roar but when Harry was right and truly pissed, Harry Potter would go quiet and just look at you, and you would know that it was possible that the last thing you would see in this world were his flashing green eyes.

"Ronald Weasley, you've just crossed the line," Harry whispered. "We are done, if you ever come near me or Hermione without our approval, I will destroy you. Now leave!"

Ron shuddered and raced out of the dormitory. Harry took a deep sigh and sat down on his bed.

"I'm sorry Hermione but he went too far there," Harry said. "I know that you have feelings for him but he crossed the line. How could he call you…that!"

"Wait Harry, why do you think I have ever had feelings for Ron?" Hermione asked. "He's done nothing to endear me to him, let alone anything that would hint that I had feelings for him."

"Well, what about acting all kooky when Ron was dating Lavender?" Harry asked. "It seemed like you were jealous or something."

"I'm not sure Harry, when I first saw them after the Quidditch match I just felt so angry at Lavender for…I don't even know why. It was like this white hot feeling stirring up inside me whenever I saw them, it was all I could do to not rush over and hex Lavender."

"That sounds like I was with Ginny, when I saw her snogging Dean, it felt like this great monster welled up inside me and made me want to tear Dean to pieces," Harry said. "But why? I never had any feelings for Ginny, other than as a friend and Ron's little sister before this year, then all of a sudden it was like I was head over heels with her."

"That sounds way too convenient," Hermione pondered. "Going from having sisterly affection to thinking you're in love with her. I mean what do you really have in common with Ginny?"

"We're both Gryffindors and we play Quidditch, that's about it," Harry said.

"That's no basis for a relationship."

"There's also the fact that everyone says that we're the second coming of my parents," Harry said. "But from what I've seen from pictures, Ginny could be a ringer for a sister of mine, just redder hair. My mum had more auburn/red hair not the bright red like the Weasleys."

"That's disturbing to say the least but considering how much people value blood, I wouldn't be surprised if there is a amount of inbreeding in the magical world."

"Please don't talk about that, just the thought makes me want to retch," Harry grimaced. "I'm glad I broke it off with her, I mean besides the deeply disturbing points of she would look like my sister, there's also the fact that she's a bloody Boy-Who-Lived fan girl."

"What are we going to do Harry?" Hermione asked. "I mean you know that Ron and Ginny probably won't take our 'rejections' very well. I wouldn't be surprised if I get a Howler from Molly and you get a stern talking to about some nonsense like breaking Ginny's heart."

"Well too bad. Ginny doesn't love me, only my fame and status and Ron, well Ron, I don't even know if he likes you," Harry said.

"You might be right, I always got this feeling that he only tolerated me because you and I are friends," Hermione said. "I mean, like I told him, all he's done is insult me, almost as bad as Malfoy. Harry, what's going on with us? We're insulting our friends and I don't even feel bad about it."

"I'm getting the same feeling, maybe we should go see Madam Pomfrey," Harry suggested. Hermione nodded and the pair left Harry's dorm, though Harry held onto the revolver, sticking it into his belt and casting a minor wandless Notice-Me-Not charm on it.

The pair entered the Hospital Wing ten minutes later, using the Marauder's Map to avoid any students or Ministry personal in their way.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione called out. The matron quickly appeared from her office. Harry and Hermione could see that Pomfrey's eyes were red and puffy, and tear tracks streaked down her cheeks.

"What are you two doing here?" Pomfrey asked. "How did you manage to hurt yourself now Mr. Potter?"

"It's not that Madam Pomfrey, but Mione and I suspect that we have been given a potion or something to make us act a certain way," Harry said. "This year both of us have felt as if some type scaly monsters was inside us whenever we saw Ron or Ginny Weasley with someone other than ourselves."

"I thought that you were dating Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter, and you Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger?" Pomfrey asked.

"No," Hermione said quickly. "I was never dating Ronald Weasley, that's disgusting."

"I was dating Ginny but it wasn't working out and we broke up," Harry said shortly. "But I don't know who well Ron and Ginny will take it. Both of them seemed stunned that I broke up with Ginny and Ron was angry that Hermione wasn't his girlfriend. He even called her a…something that I won't and can't repeat."

"Ronald and Ginerva need to grow up, not everything will go their way," Hermione said. "But getting back on track, could you see if we have any potions in our system that shouldn't be?"

"Of course dear, sit down and let's take a look," Pomfrey said. Harry and Hermione sat down next to each other as Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over the pair of them. Harry noticed that the matron's eyes narrowed as she finished her check-up.

"What's wrong Pomfrey?" Harry asked.

"It seems that the pair of you have been under the influence of a very powerful love potion, Amortentia, for quite a bit of time," Pomfrey said softly. Harry and Hermione's eyes flew open as they felt their worlds come crashing down around them.

Harry felt a boiling heat spark within his chest; rage reared inside him unlike anything he had ever felt. "Why?" he whispered. "Why would someone do this to us?" Harry asked turning to Hermione. She had her face in her hands, and Harry could see her shoulders heaving, and he could hear her sobbing.

"I can't tell you who the potions were keyed to but judging from the strength of dosage, you both have been given a steady dosage for the past ten months at least," Madam Pomfrey said. "Miss Granger, you dosage has steadily increased over that time, while Mr. Potter's seem to have decreased within the last month."

"I started going out with Ginny a month ago!" Harry realized. "It was Ginny, and possibly Ron. Why though, why would they betray us like this?" he sobbed.

"I can give you both a Flushing Draught to get rid of the remaining potion in your systems," Pomfrey said. "But you will both have to stay here in the Hospital Wing for the night while the Draught does its work."

Harry and Hermione laid back onto their beds and took the thick murky white potion that Madam Pomfrey had given each of them. Harry looked over at Hermione, whose eyes were filled with tears and betrayal. "How could they do this to us Harry? They were our friends," she whispered.

"I know Mione, I know," Harry said. "Let's just get this over with." Without another word, he downed the phial of potion before falling back onto the bed. Hermione did the same.

"Urgh!" Harry groaned as he opened his eyes. "Mione…Hermione?" he asked, looking around after he realized that he was in the Hospital Wing. A soft groan came from Harry's right, looking over he saw Hermione lying on the bed next to him.

"Harry, what's going on? Where are we?" she asked quietly.

"We're in the Hospital Wing," Harry said. "We found out about the love potions that Ron and Ginny apparently dosed us with, Madam Pomfrey gave us a Flushing Draught to get rid of the potion and we're both just waking up."

"Oh," Hermione said softly. Silence fell over the Hospital Wing, though that was broken by soft sobs coming from the bushy-haired witch to his right. Slowly Harry climbed out of his bed, and crawled into Hermione's bed and gently wrapped his arms around her. Hermione turned into his embrace and began sobbing, her tears drenching his shirt. Harry could hear Hermione whispering, "Why?" over and over again into his shirt.

Harry was turning over the question in his head as well. 'Why would Ron and Ginny do this? And who else knew about it, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Bill, or Charlie? What are we going to do now? We can't go to the Burrow, or I might kill Ron if I see him. Mione and I need to disappear, we shouldn't even take the train back.'

"Mione, feeling better?" he asked softly. Hermione nodded into his shirt and sat up, though Harry kept his arms around her waist. "Mione, we need to get out of here. We need to disappear; we can't take the train back to London. With Ron and Ginny there, I just don't know if I could stand it. We need to leave tonight and without letting anyone know."

"But Harry…" Hermione started but Harry cut her off.

"No Mione, you know I'm right," he said. "When Poppy releases us, we need to pack everything up and leave tonight. We can go to Grimmauld Place until we decide what to do afterwards."

"What about my parents?" Hermione asked. "If everyone discovers us missing, that will be the first place they look for."

"I'm not sure," Harry said. "How much do they know about what's going on in the wizarding world?"

"They know that Voldemort has returned and that the wizarding world is at war, though I haven't told them all of my part in it," Hermione said softly.

"Ok, we'll go see you parents first and maybe we can take them to Grimmauld Place," Harry suggested. "If we're going to go Muggle, they might have some ideas on how to do so." Hermione nodded.

They crept out of the Hospital Wing and using the Marauder's Map, made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry and Hermione each shrunk their trunks and stowed them in their pockets.

"How are we going to get out of here without anyone seeing us?" Hermione asked. Harry frowned, thinking.

"Dobby!" Harry called out. With a pop, the excitable house elf appeared before them.

"Master Harry Potter sir, so good to see you," Dobby squealed. "Why you call Dobby?"

"Hello there Dobby, I was wondering, are house elves able to Apparate people through wards?" Harry asked.

"Yes Master Harry, house elves can 'pop' through wizards' wards easily," Dobby said.

"Do you think you could take Mione and me to her parents' house in…" Harry trailed off.

"Kensington," Hermione provided. Dobby nodded excitedly and stuck out his hands. Harry and Hermione took one and with a sharp CRACK, the trio vanished from the Gryffindor tower.

A/N: Hey there everyone, the semester has been winding down and I finished this piece as a way to get away from doing homework. It is a rewrite of What did you say? and it will take the place of the Deathly Hallows. There will be several 'crossover' elements from different elements of my favorite films including Indiana Jones and others. I don't know how often I will update this story as it is only a couple weeks til finals and I've got work piling up, so stay stunned. Please read and review, let me know if you have any ideas on what you would want in your version of DH and I'll see if it fits into my idea.