Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe isn't mine, it belongs to JK Rowling. Just having some fun with it.
The Great Hall of Hogwarts was being consumed in utter bedlam! Albus Dumbledore was alive and walking up the Hall as if without a care in the world. Nearly all of the Order was stunned into chaos as their 'formerly' deceased leader made his way calmly toward them.
"Albus! How is this possibly?" Professor McGonagall cried. "We all saw your body, it was laid to rest down by the lake."
"Ah yes, a very moving ceremony," Dumbledore said airily. "I apologize for the deception my friends but it was for 'the Greater Good'. Now Severus is firmly cemented in Voldemort's inner circle and we have a source of information deep within the enemy's ranks."
"How can you be so sure that Snivellus won't just betray us?" Remus growled. "He was the one who 'killed' you!"
"Severus Snape has my complete and utter trust," Dumbledore announced.
"Why?" many asked. It was a question that had been asked dozens upon dozens of times at previous meetings but like always Dumbledore refused to answer it.
"We're not going to get an answer so let me ask another question," Remus said. "Why have you invited Ron and Ginny to the meeting? Neither are members, Ginny isn't even of age. And where are Harry and Hermione?" This raised several members' eyebrows and soon they began muttering and murmuring amongst themselves.
"Well, where are Harry and Hermione?" Molly Weasley asked sharply, looking at her youngest children with a passable cross of Snape and McGonagall's glares.
Ron made to answer but his sister cut him off by slapping a hand over his mouth. "We haven't seen them since last night," Ginny said.
"Longbottom said that they were in the Hospital Wing all night last night," Ron added.
"For what?" Remus asked frantically, not noticing the worried glance shared between Molly and Dumbledore. Ron didn't answer and neither did Ginny. "We have to find them! Harry is most likely feeling lost and pressured with all this. He doesn't know that you are alive Albus, he looked up to you."
"And that is how it will stay," Dumbledore ordered. "Harry mustn't learn of my survival for if he does, Voldemort will learn of it almost immediately. Harry failed to learn Occulmency from Severus and because of that failure, he was drawn away from the protections of Hogwarts last year and I think you know what the consequences of that was," Dumbledore said, looking down at Remus. The werewolf flinched at the casual reminder of Sirius' death and nodded.
"How do you know that Snape taught Harry anything about Occulmency?" Tonks shouted. "We all know that Snape hated James, and hates Harry just because Harry looks like his father. And don't you dare blame Harry for Sirius' death; Harry told Snape what was going on. Why did your boy, Snape, wait until the kids had already gotten to the Ministry before telling the Order? If we had known, we could have stopped them!"
Dumbledore frowned. "Severus got word to me as soon as he possibly could, he waited until he was sure that Harry and his friends had left Hogwarts," he said.
"The kids took Thestrals!" Tonks roared. "It took them nearly three hours to reach London from Hogwarts, that's plenty of time to set up a party to intercept them and bring them to Headquarters or back to Hogwarts!"
Several of the Auror members of the Order were nodding their heads, including Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. Dumbledore's frown deepened.
"Enough of this," he boomed. "We don't have time for this petty bickering. Finding Harry is our top priority!"
"What about Hermione?" Tonks barked.
"And Miss Granger," Dumbledore sighed. "Remus, Tonks, you two will go to the Grangers home in Kensington. Alastor, Kingsley, please scout out Diagon Alley for any signs of them, Minerva if you would please round up the ghosts and other professors and have them scour the school. I don't believe that Harry and Miss Granger have left the grounds. Find them! Molly, if you and your family could remain here?"
The Order meeting quickly broke apart as the search teams set off. The gathered Weasleys: Molly, Ron, Ginny, and Arthur, quickly huddled around Dumbledore.
"Albus, what is going on? That Mudblood bitch is out there with my Ginny's Harry, corrupting him with those loose Muggle morals," Molly began before rounding on Ron and Ginny. "All you had to do was keep them apart!"
"Molly, calm yourself. I'm sure that there is a perfectly good explanation, isn't there?" Dumbledore asked pinning Ron and Ginny with a look over the tops of his half-moon glasses.
Ron made to answer once more but again was interrupted by Ginny. "Ron, don't bother opening your mouth unless it's for inserting food or your foot," Ginny snapped. "Ronald here, saw Harry and Granger talking last night and predictably blew up at them. Called Granger a Mudblood slut, Potter didn't like that."
Ron squirmed uncomfortably under the twin glares of his mother and Dumbledore, not looking up, as he didn't know which would be worse.
"You stupid boy," Molly screeched. "This could ruin everything! That Mudblood is too smart for her own good, she might find out…"
"Peace Molly, everything will be fine. The Order will find them and then we will find out what damage has been done and fix it," Dumbledore said placating the enraged woman.
Harry Potter watched in child-like bliss as the waves of the Channel crashed against the beach were he, Hermione and Hermione's parents were waiting for the ferry to take them to France. He breathed deeply, smelling the salty air and fighting off the bitter memories of the only other time he had been to the coast. Less than a week ago with Professor Dumbledore going after the false Horcrux, the Dursleys would have never taken him anywhere if they could get away with it.
"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked as she slipped her hand to his and intertwined their fingers. Harry felt his lips quirk at the feel of Hermione's small, smooth hand slip into his.
"Just bad memories," Harry muttered. "The last time I was at the coast was with Dumbledore trying to get that fake Horcrux."
Hermione nodded and leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze in thanks. "Don't worry love, we'll find them all and you will kill the bastard," Hermione whispered.
"Harry, Hermione, come on," Mrs. Granger shouted over the winds. "It's time to go."
"Harry would you mind coming with me for a moment, I'd like to speak with you about something important," Mr. Granger said. Harry exchanged a glance with Hermione but nodded. He followed Mr. Granger from the lounge that they had been sitting in, out onto the main deck of the ferry.
"So Harry, you and my daughter have decided to start a relationship," Robert Granger said. "However, when we first met you told us that you had been in a false relationship with someone you thought to be a close friend. You say you love my daughter but I ask you, how can you know? Hermione is my entire life, I will do anything to make sure she's happy, so I must know what will you do for my daughter."
Harry squirmed under Mr. Granger's intense gaze as he gathered his thoughts. "Mr. Granger, I completely understand your reluctance in dealing with this situation,
he said. "I will admit that throughout my life I have felt and received very little to no love, so I don't know exactly what love is. I thought I might have been falling in love with Ginny Weasley but now I know that was just the result of a potion. With Hermione, I can be myself, not the 'Boy-Who-Lived' or the 'Chosen One', she sees me as 'just Harry.' I trust her completely and without reservation. She's never left my side before and I'm ashamed to admit that she's been a better friend to me than I have been to her. I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe though you do know she will not allow herself to be hidden away and protected."
Mr. Granger nodded.
"Mr. Granger, I understand your reservations regarding our relationship," Harry said. "But I swear to you that I will do all in my power to keep Hermione safe, healthy and happy for as long as she will have me and for as long as I am able. I don't know if I will survive this war, as I'm the main target for both sides. I could easily die in this war, if I can be honest with you sir, I don't expect to survive."
Robert Granger blinked at Harry's brutally honest admission to the possibility of not surviving the year. He had seen the same world-weariness in his fellow soldiers when he was a Captain in the Queen's Service during the Falkland conflict. He saw the same eyes, those that accepted that they weren't going home unless it was in a pine box, in Harry's.
"I understand Harry, and thank you for being honest with me," Mr. Granger said. "I know I can't replace your father or Sirius but I hope in time you'll be willing to trust me like you did them. If you have a question or problem, don't be afraid to come to me or Miranda about it."
Harry smiled. "Thank you sir."
"Enough with the sir nonsense," Robert said chuckling. "Call me Rob."
"Yes si…I mean Rob."
"Good man, well I think that we've worried our girls long enough," Rob said. "What say we grab some food to take back to appease them." Harry laughed and nodded.
The Grangers and Harry reached the Paris safe house at just before dark. Hermione had quizzed Harry and her father about what they talked about on the ferry but both men just answered with "man talk." Harry chuckled at Hermione's pouting expression.
"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed as the group entered the Paris house. "What are you doing here? How did you know?" The owl just bent her head as if to tell Harry 'Really.'
"She's got a letter!" Hermione exclaimed. Hedwig extended her leg and Harry quickly pulled the bound parchment from his familiar's leg.
"Thanks girl," Harry said softly, petting Hedwig's head. "Hermione, do you think you could find her a bowl of water. Hedwig has got to be plum tired after flying from Scotland to Paris."
Hermione nodded and slipped into the kitchen. The others heard her turn on the tap, fill something with water and reenter the sitting room. Hermione placed the bowl of water on the coffee table, Hedwig hooted her thanks and swooped down and began drinking. Harry untied the parchment and began reading. With each sentence, Hermione and her parents could see Harry's face grow darker and darker. At the end, even the Grangers could feel the oppressive weight of Harry's magic surrounding them.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked quietly, reaching out to take Harry's hand. Harry didn't answer, he just thrust the letter into Hermione's hand. She looked down at it and frowned. It was written by a hand that she didn't recognize.
Harry, it's Neville. I don't think I've ever written you a letter before now and I apologize. I don't know if you knew but your parents were my godparents and my mum was to be your godmother. I know I should have told you this years ago but I just couldn't work up the nerve. I mean you were 'Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived' but over the years, as I've gotten to know you better, I've realized that you are a lot like me. A person with a lot of expectations and weight placed on their shoulders. I don't have the same weight that you do, being the supposed 'Chosen One' and all. But my Gran, love her to death, has always compared me to my dad instead of letting me be my own person. If you ever want to talk, send me an owl.
Now onto the main purpose of this letter. This morning I overheard a conversation between Ron and Ginny Weasley that shocked and horrified me. They are dosing you and Hermione with love potions in hopes of gaining your fortune! I know that you broke up with Ginny at Dumbledore's funeral but she apparently doesn't believe it. Also Ron believes that Hermione belongs to him, I shudder to think what would happen if he got a chance. I'm sorry to tell you this but as an ally of House Potter, I can't let this go. I know that you are friends with Ron and Ginny but they don't deserve to be your friends if they act this way.
Also, I don't think this has been announced yet or if it will be, but Dumbledore is alive! Apparently he faked his death in order to put Snape deeper undercover, as if! I overheard Ron and Ginny once again talking about it. I don't know where you are on Dumbledore but I just wanted to give you the heads up.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news,
Neville Frank Longbottom
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom
The letter fell from Hermione's trembling fingers, before it had hit the floor she had thrown herself around Harry and was sobbing into his shoulder. Harry had tears streaming down his own face while gently rubbing Hermione's back in soothing circles. The Grangers were struggling with the overwhelming urge to return to England and have their superiors target a decrepit castle in Scotland.
"Has there been any sign of Harry or Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked the assembled Order of the Phoenix when they had returned to the castle that evening. Silence reigned.
"They aren't in the castle or on the grounds," McGonagall said. "They haven't been seen since this morning."
"Diagon Alley was clear, no sign of them," Moody said. Kingsley nodded next to him.
"Tonks and I didn't see either Harry or Hermione but when we checked Hermione's parents' home in Kensington we found something interesting," Remus said.
"Yes?" Dumbledore pressed.
"The entire house was empty," Tonks said. "Everything was gone, we asked a few neighbors and they said that the Grangers had left their home this morning accompanied by two teenagers fitting the descriptions of Harry and Hermione. But no moving trucks or anything came by the house to pack their stuff."
"I see," Dumbledore said. "I fear then that I have failed Mr. Potter once again."
"What do you mean Albus?" Minerva asked.
"It seems that we have a traitor amidst our ranks," Dumbledore said. "Hermione Granger must have somehow ensnared Harry into leaving the castle with her, and then did the same with her parents."
"ARE YOU BLOODY SERIOUS!" Tonks roared. "Have you lost the plot? There's no way that Hermione would ever do anything to hurt Harry. She loves Harry way too much."
"Albus, you must be joking," McGonagall exclaimed. "Miss Granger would never, she's the kindest, most caring young woman I've ever had the pleasure of teaching since Lily Potter herself."
"She was the last person seen with Harry," Dumbledore argued. "I fear that Miss Granger was seduced by the promise of power by the Dark, seeing it as a way of gaining importance in our world."
"You're barking!" the Weasley twins cried out.
"Boys!" Molly Weasley screeched.
"Be quiet mum," Fred shouted.
"Yeah, we won't sit here and listen to you accuse Hermione of being Dark. Obviously being 'dead' has robbed you of all your common sense!" George said.
"I agree with Tonks and the twins," Remus said. "What evidence do you have that Hermione did kidnap Harry?"
"She was obviously jealous of my relationship with Harry," Ginny spoke up. "I am Harry's girlfriend and was becoming more important than her in Harry's life."
"Please Gin-Gin," the twins said in stereo. "Even if you and Harry got married, Hermione would still be the most important woman in Harry's life. She has stood by Harry for years, never questioning him, their relationship is closer than anything you could possibly hope to achieve."
"Besides Miss Weasley, I heard that Harry broke up with you yesterday morning after the 'funeral' for Professor Dumbledore," Moony said. "Care to explain?"
"That's a lie, no doubt spread by Granger," she sneered.
"Enough of this bickering," Dumbledore ordered. "Since we don't have any leads, I have asked Mr. Longbottom to join us as he was the last one to see Miss Granger and Harry together. Minerva if you would?"
McGonagall nodded and left the Hall. She returned five minutes later with Neville in tow. He looked suitably stunned to see the Headmaster alive.
"Professor Dumbledore, how are you…" Neville began but was cut off by a raised hand from Dumbledore.
"Thank you for your concern Mr. Longbottom but we have more pressing issues to deal with than my appearance here," Dumbledore said with a twinkly eye. "Now Mr. Weasley here said that you saw Miss Granger and Harry last night. How did they seem?"
"Well, Harry and Hermione both seemed extremely saddened and disillusioned," Neville said. "It looked like their entire worlds had been pulled out from under them. Why are you asking? What's going on?"
"I see," Dumbledore commented. "Mr. Longbottom, this may come to a shock to you but we have reason to believe that Miss Granger has turned Dark and has kidnapped Harry for some plan."
A small chuckle popped from Neville's mouth, followed by another and another. Soon Neville's laughter was echoing all around the Hall.
"I fail to see the humor in this," Dumbledore said with a frown. "This is a very serious matter, one of your classmates has been kidnapped by a Dark witch."
"Don't call Hermione a Dark witch," Neville snapped, all traces of laughter gone from his face. "She would never turn Dark, she's as likely to turn Dark as Harry would."
"Neville, how dare you speak that way to your Headmaster!" Molly screeched. Neville just looked at her with a hard glare.
"Mrs. Weasley, we are not familiar enough for you to use my Christian name, so please address me as Mr. Longbottom," Neville said quietly. Turning back to Dumbledore, he continued, "If you really think that Hermione would turn Dark, then you have truly lost it."
"Miss Granger is a Muggleborn, and a very intelligent one at that," Dumbledore said. "She has seen the racism and bigotry that plagues our world and must have felt that turning to the Dark would allow her to gain power."
"This is ridiculous," Neville exclaimed. "The reason there's so much bigotry in our world is because you, Professor Dumbledore, won't stamp it out in its beginnings here at Hogwarts. Malfoy and his ilk are allowed to run around freely, cursing or insulting anyone they wish without fear of reprisal and why, because you just want to lead them back to the Light, HA!" A great gasp filled the Hall. "You were the Headmaster of this school, you and the Professors are the ones who are supposed to teach us how to behave but yet all you do is sit back and watch like its some sick game to you all. In order to bring someone back to the Light, they have to truly repent their sins and the only way they will know what they've done is wrong is if they pay for it."
"Mr. Longbottom, I will not have you disrespect me," Dumbledore said, his voice taking on a deeper tone.
"Well to disrespect someone, you have to respect the person," Neville snapped. Dumbledore's eyes widened.
"Regardless, we must find Harry and Miss Granger! Will you help us?" Dumbledore asked.
"Do you mean will I help you send Harry back to his abusive relatives, and then ship Hermione off to the Burrow to be insulted, belittled and abused by her so-called friends?" Neville said. "Then the answer is no! Harry and Hermione are safe, and that's all I care about."
"Abusive relatives," Dumbledore said. "What lies has Harry been spreading?"
"They are not lies Dumbledore," Neville said. "I've seen the scars and connected the dots. Harry doesn't want people to know how his relatives treated him growing up, but suffice it to say, it was worse than a Malfoy House Elf. And you kept sending him back there every year, even though he begged and pleaded with you not to send him back."
"Harry was safest there," Dumbledore argued. "No one could touch him behind those wards."
"Except his own relatives!" Neville shouted. "They treated him like trash, they starved him, beat him, abused him and yet every year you would just send him back there, to a household that hated and despised him!"
"Mr. Longbottom, I knew another young man who spread lies about his home life," Dumbledore said. "A young man by the name of Tom Riddle, he said that his guardians mistreated him and wished to spend his summers here at Hogwarts. He was lying. In the end, he became angry and twisted and became the monster…"
"Voldemort," Neville said. "So you're ignoring the same situation again because you can't think that you're wrong. I know that you knew about Harry's home life, he spoke of an Arabella Figg watching over him, and she was there on your orders!"
"Arabella was surely exaggerating," Dumbledore said. "She means well but wasn't the best choice to watch over Harry."
"Then why was she there in the first place!" Remus shouted. "You said that Harry was safe there, not getting abused! How could you let this happen Albus!"
The Order members around the Great Hall were watching the confrontation between Albus Dumbledore and Neville Longbottom much like a tennis match, back and forth; back and forth the barbs went. Slowly the cracks in the infallibility of Albus Dumbledore began to show through. This wasn't an all-seeing, perfect being, Albus Dumbledore was a man, a very powerful man, but yet still a man. And men make mistakes.
"Enough!" Dumbledore roared. "Neville Longbottom, if you will not tell us where Miss Granger has taken Harry, I will have you arrested on suspicion of being an accomplice in the kidnapping of Harry James Potter!"
Neville just blinked. "So just because I won't tell you what you want to know, you're going to have your lackeys lock me up," he commented. "And here I thought I was in the presence of Albus Dumbledore, not Lord Voldemort!" Silence reigned in the Great Hall at Neville barb.
"That's it! Kingsley, Alastor! Arrest Mr. Longbottom!" Dumbledore roared in anger.
"No!" Alastor barked. He, Kingsley, and a majority of the Aurors there made their way over to Neville. "You've gone to far Albus, you can't go arresting people just because you don't like what they said. And besides, you can't order us as in you're dead!"
"I am not dead!" Dumbledore shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. "And you will obey me!"
More and more of the Order splintered away and stood behind Neville, including Minerva, Remus and Tonks.
"If you will not do as you are told, then you will be expelled from the Order!" Dumbledore threatened.
"Then consider this our resignations," Tonks snarled. The group, which included 90% of the Aurors under the Order's banner, and all of the younger generation headed toward the Entrance Hall.
"Hogwarts, stop them!" Dumbledore roared. But nothing happened. "Hogwarts! I order you to shut those doors and lock down the castle! I am the Headmaster of this school!
"Looks like Hogwarts doesn't want to listen to a Dark Lord such as yourself," Neville said. "Goodbye Albus Dumbledore and his minions."
Without another word the Order of the Phoenix was shattered.
The next morning Harry awoke in an unfamiliar bedroom. Sitting upright, he grasped his wand from underneath is pillow and quickly scanned the room. As the panic dissipated, Harry realized that he was in the Grangers' flat in Paris, France. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry lowered his wand and took a closer look around. The group had arrived at the flat last night completely drained and Neville's letter didn't help matters. Harry had been so emotionally drained that he and Hermione had just crawled into their separate beds and passed out without changing.
Harry heard movement outside his bedroom door and pointed his wand at the door. He watched as the door slowly creaked open, Harry's grip tightened as a Stunning Curse tickled the tip of his tongue.
"Anyone awake in there?" a familiar voice asked from the hallway. Harry quickly lowered his wand.
"Yeah Mione, I'm up," Harry said. Hermione pushed open the door, carrying a tray.
"I brought you some food," she said. "You didn't eat anything last night so I'm guessing your hungry." As if to answer her question, Harry's stomach gave an audible growl. Hermione giggled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Thanks Mione," Harry said taking a piece of toast. Hermione gave him a small smile as she watched him eat, nibbling on her own piece of toast.
"That was great," Harry said. "Did you make it?"
Hermione blushed. "No, my mum did," she said. "You wouldn't want me in the kitchen, last time I tried to just boil some water, it set on fire." Harry blinked before falling back onto his pillow laughing. Hermione's blush deepened. "Prat! Come on get up. We've got a lot of work to do," she said, slapping Harry's leg.
"Fine," Harry said, still struggling to keep his chuckles in. "So what's the plan?" he asked.
"Well, first we need to come up with a training schedule," Hermione said. "We also have to find weapons, supplies, it sounds as if we're going to war."
"We are Mione," Harry said. "This is war and we need to be prepared."
"Harry, what about…" she trailed off but Harry knew what Hermione meant, the Weasleys, Dumbledore, Neville, Luna and their friends back in Britain.
"I don't know who we can trust back home," Harry said. "Ron and Ginny were trying to potion us, probably with the blessing of Molly. Dumbledore is alive and if we go back, he'll just try to put me under his thumb again. He won't teach me anything in how to kill Voldemort, look at last year. He could have shown me those memories of Riddle in a night or two, but no it took him all year to show me four memories!"
"We can't go back there," Hermione admitted. "We can't go back to Hogwarts until this is over."
Harry nodded. "I'm sorry Hermione, but I don't think that would be wise," he said. "I know you had your eyes set on being Head Girl, you still could…"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted. "It's true that I would love to return to Hogwarts but that would mean leaving you alone, and that's one thing I will never do! I just got you and I'm not letting you go, ever!"
Harry gave her a sad smile. "Thank you Mione," he said, opening his arms. Hermione launched herself into his arms in a constricting hug. Harry put his head in the crook of her shoulder and neck and breathed deeply, allowing Hermione's scent of vanilla, dry parchment and ink fill his senses. Hermione moaned softly as she felt Harry run his hands gently up and down her spine, her skin breaking out into goosebumps.
"Harry, as much as I enjoy this, I think we need to get up," Hermione said heavily. "I don't think my dad will be very happy if he saw us like this."
"No he wouldn't," an amused voice came from the doorway. The couple leapt apart to see Mr. Granger leaning against the doorframe.
"Daddy," Hermione squeaked as she scrambled out of Harry's embrace. She made to get off the bed but slipped and grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him with her crashing to the floor. "Ouch," Hermione groaned as she sat up. Laughter reached Hermione's ears. It was her father, who was struggling to stay upright from laughing.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Granger's voice made its way through the open doorway. "Hermione dear, I know that you and Harry are together now but don't you think you're moving a little too fast?" she asked. Hermione and Harry's faces blushed brilliantly as they tried to stammer out a response.
"Ohhhh," Hermione moaned as her mother joined her father in laughing. "Fine then," she snapped. "Go ahead and laugh."
"Oh come now Hermione, we're just having you on," Miranda giggled. "And I'm sure that Harry didn't mind your attentions this morning, breakfast in bed, eh Harry?"
Harry's face turned Weasley red as he ducked his head, setting off another round laughter. "Yes it was very nice," Harry said.
"Stop teasing the poor boy," Mr. Granger said. "Now I think its time for the two of you to get out of bed and let's get started on your training."
Harry and Hermione nodded and got to their feet. They followed the Grangers out to the sitting room and sat down at the table.
"Well, we might not be able to help you with your magical training," Robert said. "But I think getting in shape physically as well as teaching you some hand-to-hand combat. I don't think many witches or wizards know what to do if they don't have their wands."
Hermione and Harry laughed. "You're right Dad," Hermione said, she turned to Harry. "I bet that your vault or the Black family vault has some books that we can use to train."
Harry nodded. "But how would we get them?" he asked. "They're all back in England. And I really don't want to back there for anything, or at least until we're ready."
"He's right Hermione dear," Miranda said. "You two should wait a while until you try to return to magical Britain. "Use the summer as a way to train your bodies and get used to sneaking around, then when you're ready you can return."
Hermione nodded. "You're right," she said. "So let's go over what our training schedule should be?"
"Let us worry about that princess," Robert said. "How about you two get dressed and go wander around Paris, take in some sights and such, for one we get started there won't be time for a vacation," he added with an evil looking grin.
Hermione shivered, she had seen that grin on her father before, usually when he said he was going to be working on a particularly stubborn or rude patient. Now with her parents coming clean with what their occupations were, she realized that her father might have been doing something worse than just giving a root canal without pain-killers. She looked at Harry, who had a boyishly excited look on his face.
"Ok," she said. "What time should we be back?"
"Be back before dark," Miranda said. "Hang on I've got some money that you both can use," she added digging around in her purse.
"Don't worry about it, I can cover anything we need," Harry said holding up his wallet. Mrs. Granger mad to protest but Harry cut her off. "It's thanks for putting up with me and agreeing to train me and Hermione. Please, I've got more money than I could possibly spend in a hundred lifetimes, let me do this." Harry added the puppy-dog eyes for effect, knowing that there was no one who could possibly resist them. And sure enough, Mrs. Granger quickly crumbled under their gaze.
"Oh all right," Miranda said. "But Hermione dear, take this mobile with you and call us if anything happens."
Hermione nodded and pocketed the phone.
"You know that is a powerful weapon you have there Harry," Robert chuckled. "I've never seen Miranda collapse so easily."
Harry shrugged. "Do you think you could all leave so I can get dressed?" he asked. The Grangers quickly vacated the room, leaving Harry alone.
After a quick shower and change of clothes, Harry entered the sitting room to find the Grangers seated at the table discussing something but Hermione was nowhere is sight.
"Where's Mione?" he asked.
"Right here Harry," a soft voice said from behind him. Harry turned and felt as if someone had just sucked the air out of his lungs. Hermione was standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen but she looked different, much like how she looked the night of the Yule Ball. She was wearing jeans that seemed molded to her skin, a white blouse with a dark jacket over it. Her hair was in flowing soft waves rather than the bushy mass that it had been during the school year. A smattering of blush and eye shadow drew attention to Hermione's sparkling brown eyes that always seemed to light up when Harry was around.
"Wow! Mione, you look amazing," Harry stammered.
A pretty blush filled Hermione's cheeks. "Thank you Harry," she said. "Are you ready to go?"
Harry nodded numbly as this vision of beauty stepped forward and took his hand in hers before leading him out of the flat. He barely registered the goodbye he gave the Grangers.
When Harry and Hermione returned from their 'date', they found Mr. and Mrs. Granger lounging in the sitting room waiting for them as well as a familiar snowy owl.
"Hedwig!" Harry cried. "You've got Neville's reply then?" The owl hooted and bobbed her head. "Brilliant girl, why don't you take a rest?" The owl hooted softly before gliding gracefully out the window. Harry unfurled the scroll and began reading.
Things have gotten pretty insane here. I was brought into a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix because I was the last person to see you and Hermione here at Hogwarts. As you can probably guess but Dumbledore wasn't too happy that you had vanished. In fact, he tried to convince the Order that you had been seduced and kidnapped by Hermione. (Hermione if you are reading this, then Hi Hermione). It's utter bollocks and most of the Order knows it. Dumbledore even tried to have me arrested because I wouldn't tell him where you were, even if I did know I wouldn't tell him. This cost him a whole lot of support in the Order as Professor Lupin, Professor McGonagall, the Weasley twins and nearly all the Aurors that were in it all left. They know that Dumbledore is full of it.
But seriously Harry, wherever you are, I hope you're safe and with Hermione. Please keep in touch and I'll keep you updated as much as I can. I think you should send some letters to Professors Lupin and McGonagall; they seem really worried about you two.
If you need to meet with me, use the Galleons from the D.A.
"That bloody hypocrite!" Hermione shouted as she finished reading the letter. "He condones the use of potions on Harry by that red-haired bint and yet I'm the one who is going Dark!"
"Mione, calm down," Harry said. "We don't want any accidents that would alert the Ministry to our presence."
"No Harry I will not calm down!" Hermione screamed. "Dumbledore has gone to far this time. Don't you even care that he's accusing me of ensnaring you with potions or that I'm supposedly going Dark."
Harry laughed with didn't help Hermione regain her composure. "Mione, come on. You're the last person I would expect to ever go Dark," he said. "Don't you see, Dumbledore is losing it! He's desperate to get me back under his control if he's resorted to accusing you a Dark witch. Like Neville said, most of the Order knows about you and don't believe him. I'm sure that soon, Dumb-as-fuck will make a trip to Gringotts and find out that I've taken up my titles as well as that we've discovered his theft. The goblins hate thieves, he'll be lucky to escape with his life…" he paused here for a second as a thought flashed across his mind. "Mione, am I going Dark? I'm talking about the possible death of Albus Dumbledore like it's Quidditch stats!"
Hermione threw herself into Harry's arms. "No Harry, you are not going Dark! You are the most kindest, selfless, bravest man I know," Hermione whimpered in his arms. "You've had bad things happen to you Harry, but that doesn't make you a bad person. Dumbledore has wrought this down upon himself, you have every right to feel righteous that he will be getting his due soon enough."
"She's right Harry, feeling happy about someone getting justice for their crimes makes you human," Robert said. "Just because you have bad thoughts about someone doesn't make you a bad person. The world isn't spilt between good and evil, there are multiple shades of gray. It is your choices and actions that define who you are."
"Dumbledore said something similar," Harry muttered. "He said 'It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.' I've always wondered about that and if he still thinks of himself as Light."
"Whatever you say about Dumbledore, he had this one correct," Miranda said scowling. She didn't want to agree with the man who was condoning the brainwashing of her daughter. "No one is born good or evil, they choose too."
Back in Scotland, in a dingy bar of the main street of the village of Hogsmeade, a group of witches and wizards were meeting. They were discussing the accusations that their former leader, Albus Dumbledore, had put forth against Hermione Granger as well as his decisions regarding the upbringing of Harry Potter.
"Albus has gone too far," Remus growled. "First, he thinks sends Harry to Petunia instead of Sirius, he fails to get Sirius even a hearing and now he's accusing Hermione of going Dark and kidnapping Harry. If there were one person that would never go Dark aside from Harry, it would be Hermione. She's too much like Lily; Harry is just like his father when it comes to women. I was always surprised that Harry dated Ginny Weasley; she seems too much like a 'Boy-Who-Lived' groupie. James had to shake off a lot of those because of his name when he was at Hogwarts."
"You're right Remus," McGonagall said. "I can't believe that Albus would go that far as to accuse Ms. Granger of being Dark, especially with no evidence."
"Albus has been in power for too long, and no one has stood up for to him," Moody growled. "You've all just sat back and let him make all of our decisions because we thought he knew best. He defeated Grindelwald, and we all thought that he would be able to beat Voldemort. He's approach against the Death Eaters didn't help much, using Stunners and non-lethal spells when they are casting Killing Curses and lethal spells is a one way ticket to an early grave. We were losing the War badly until the Ministry evened the playing field…about the only good thing Crouch did."
"So what do we do now?" Tonks asked. "I mean, we just broke away from the most powerful Light wizard since Merlin, the only one who You-Know-Who ever feared."
"I don't believe that," Remus said. "I mean Albus might have been strong once but I think Harry has passed him by. Harry has faced and survived at least five encounters against Riddle, no one, not even Dumbledore can boast that. Also Harry's Patronus was able to drive off over a hundred Dementors, again Dumbledore couldn't do that even in his prime. I think we need to throw our lot in behind Harry. He's the one who will beat Riddle, of that I'm sure but he can't do it alone."
Murmurs went around the room, most of the 'he's just a child' or 'he's too young' variety.
"I agree with Remus," McGonagall said. "Mr. Potter is our only hope and with Miss Granger helping him, I believe we will succeed." There were plenty of nods around the room.
"So are we agreed, do we throw our support in behind Harry?" Remus asked. The room nodded.
"One question, how do we contact Harry?" Tonks asked.
A/N: Well here's the latest chapter of 'Power He Knows Not' hope you enjoy it. Finals are done and I'm officially graduated from college. I'm back home and finally go some time on my hands, aside from looking for a job, so hopefully I'll be able to update more frequently with all my current stories. I'm aiming for a chapter a week with each story. Please read and review, any suggestions will be reviewed.