Summary
Harry faces things which no fourteen year old wizard should. A loss of innocence, coupled with betrayal, causes Harry to either give up or change in order to meet the challenges ahead.
Dark Lord Rising by AndrewsQuill Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance, Harry P., Hermione G., Words: 162k+, Favs: 5k+, Follows: 6k+, Published: Jun 20, 2008Updated: Nov 8, 2012
Chapter 1: Burdens of a troubled soul.
It was a cool Saturday morning and there was a mist drifting across the great lake in the gentle breeze. Sunlight was beginning to stream out over the castle bathing the grounds in warm amber light.
Underneath a large tree next to the lake a lone figure sat on the otherwise deserted grounds. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he never noticed the young woman walking down from the castle heading straight for him. Without a word, the second figure sat down on the ground next to the young man and handed over a bacon sandwich wrapped in a napkin that she pulled out of her shoulder bag.
"Thanks, Hermione." Harry croaked as he began to eat his sandwich. Side by side in silence, Harry and Hermione sat and watched the sunrise over the castle.
In a voice so low Hermione had to strain to hear it over the sounds of the awakening forest, Harry whispered, "I'm so scared…I don't think I'm ready for this."
Hermione could hear the fear in his voice and it shook her composure slightly. "Harry…" she began, only to be interrupted before she could continue speaking.
"Crouch Sr. says that my name coming out of the Goblet of Fire is a magically binding contract even though I didn't enter myself." Harry whispered while his eyes never strayed from the mist drifting across the Great Lake. Letting out a sigh, he continued, "They all thought that I had gone back to Gryffindor tower after they dismissed me but I stayed in the hallway to hear what was going on instead.
He paused momentarily to regain his composure before continuing in a venomous tone, "Snape suggested that they use me to draw out the person that put my name into the Goblet of Fire and Dumbledore agreed. They are using me for bait, Hermione."
"Bait!" Harry hissed maliciously before standing up abruptly and walking over to the water's edge, stuffing his hands into his robe pockets in frustration as he went. "They aren't even going to give me any help, and I know that Madam Maxine and Headmaster Karkaroff are going to do everything that they can to help their champions win the tournament."
Hermione got up and wrapped Harry in a hug from behind. He stiffened for a brief moment with the initial contact but did not move away, so she buried her cheek against his shoulder and whispered, "You can do this Harry. I'll do everything I can to help you get through this." Then she felt it, Harry's breath caught in his chest and she knew that he was crying silently. Not knowing what else to do, she held him tighter until he was finished.
After a few moments, Harry gently tugged Hermione's hands apart and turned into the embrace so that they were facing each other. Pulling her into his chest, he returned the hug and whispered in her ear, "Thanks. I don't know what I would do without you."
"I'll always be there to help you Harry, you're my best friend." Hermione stated while pulling back to look at his face. "Besides, think of all of the new spells we are going to learn while preparing you for the tournament. We should write to Sirius and let him know what is going on. Do you think that he would give us some ideas to help with the tasks?"
"That's a good idea. Perhaps we can ask Professor Lupin to help too. He is the one that taught me the Patronus Charm last year and he was definitely our best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and said, "Let's go visit Hedwig and send a couple of letters out." while tugging her back towards the castle.
Hermione was a bit surprised when Harry didn't let go of her hand as they walked back up to the castle. She knew he rarely initiated contact with anyone. Then it hit her like a well-placed Impediment Jinx and she stopped in her tracks. 'He isn't used to physical contact!' she realized.
Harry came to a quick stop because they were still holding hands. Confused, he turned to look at her and the expression that he saw on her face was murderous. Growing concerned, he quickly pulled out his wand and looked around at their surroundings. They were next to Greenhouse Seven but there was no one in sight. Softly, he asked, "What's wrong, Hermione? Are you okay?"
Her only response was to grab his hand and began dragging him towards the greenhouse. In her anger the door to the greenhouse burst open before they got within five feet of it and she strode in without a second glance. Once Harry was inside, she turned and cast a locking charm on the door before sitting down on one of the benches and pulling Harry with her.
After taking a few calming breaths, Hermione slowly reached out and took Harry's hands in hers while looking into his eyes before asking, "Harry, why did you stiffen first when I hugged you? When was the last time that you had a hug?"
This was not what Harry was expecting when Hermione dragged him into the greenhouse in a towering rage. As such, in his confusion he answered with complete honesty, "I'm not used to being touched at all, Hermione. The last hug that I had before today was the one from you at the end of last year when we got off the train. My aunt never touches me unless it's to grab my arm for something that she thinks I did wrong." Immediately after completing his sentence, Harry realized what he had said and his eyes went wide with fear before he hung his head down in shame.
"Harry, you didn't do anything wrong." Hermione whispered reassuringly. "That's called child neglect and your aunt and uncle are guilty, not you. Have you ever told anyone about any of this before?"
Harry still had not looked up but when he spoke the tears, pain, and bitterness in his voice was plainly audible, "Dumbledore knows. The address on my first letter from Hogwarts was to the cupboard under the stairs. I never brought it up before because I didn't think that he would do anything to help me with the Dursleys." With those simple words, the floodgates opened and Harry began telling Hermione everything that had ever happened to him in his time at his relatives. He held nothing back when he told her about starving, the mental and physical abuse, a lack of clothes that fit properly, being the Dursley's house-elf, and how he only got his own bedroom after coming to Hogwarts. When Harry was finished it was like a great weight had been lifted that he was not aware he had been carrying around.
Hermione was crying openly while holding his hands and doing nothing to hide her tears. Drying her tears, she said sincerely, "Harry, I think that we should talk to my parents and maybe a solicitor too. I know you don't want to, but I think it would really help."
"You're right, Hermione. I just don't like talking about any of that stuff. No one has ever helped me with any of this before. I don't want to live with the Dursleys anymore but I don't want to go to the Weasleys or an orphanage either." In a tiny voice, he asked, "What am I going to do?" while wringing his hands nervously.
"We," Hermione emphasized clearly, "are going to figure this out together. I'll write to my parents about the situation with your relatives to see if they have some ideas that could help you out. However, the tournament is going to be a priority right now."
After taking a few minutes to compose themselves, Hermione opened her bag and began pulling out quills and parchment so they could write letters to Sirius, Remus, and her parents. Harry put everything he could remember about Dumbledore and Snape's conversation about the tournament and how only Hermione seemed to believe that he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire. He finished his letter by asking Sirius and Remus if they knew of a quicker way to communicate with each other because owl post took too long. Hermione had also completed her letter, sealed it, and handed it to Harry to mail.
When they reached the tower, Harry called down Hedwig and told her to wait with Hermione's parents for a reply. After watching his snowy owl disappear over the horizon, Harry sighed and looked over at Hermione and said, "I guess we should head back to the tower so I can get my stuff and face the music."
"Okay. Do you want to go to the library afterwards or should we look for a place to practice spells?" Hermione said understandingly.
"I think that I'd rather look around the castle and try to find a place to practice. My mind is too cluttered to study right now."
As Hermione started to move towards the door of the Owlry, Harry reached out a hand, tentatively touched her shoulder, and gently turned her to face him while saying warmly, "Thank you."
No more words were necessary, Hermione could see the depth of thanks in Harry's emerald eyes. "You're welcome." she replied with a smile before heading towards the door.
Harry pulled the door open for her and they headed towards Gryffindor Tower, each of them thinking of the things that they needed to do to make sure he survived the tournament.
Stepping through the portrait into the common room, Harry was unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Neville was red in the face with his fists clenched by his side standing over the crumpled form of Ron Weasley. "Don't you ever say that about Harry again, Ron! You know he hates the attention. He said that he didn't put his name in that stupid goblet and I believe him." he half shouted at the red headed boy on the floor.
"Thanks, Neville." Harry said while stepping fully into the common room. Neither of them had noticed Harry and Hermione enter through the portrait. "It means a lot to me that you believe I didn't enter the tournament."
"You're welcome, Harry. Hello, Hermione." Neville said as he turned to face them with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Is there something that you want to say to me?" Harry asked Ron.
Without saying a word, Ron got up and walked past them out of the portrait hole.
"I take it that he is upset that my name came out of the Goblet and he still thinks that I entered the tournament on my own?" Harry asked Neville.
Neville paused for a moment in thought and then answered, "Yeah, that about sums it up. He isn't the only one that thinks that you entered on your own but he is the only one in Gryffindor that's mad at you for being a champion."
"What a load of rubbish! If he could get past his own jealousy maybe he would see that someone put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire for a reason." Hermione fumed as she flopped down into her favorite seat by the fire. Turning to Harry, she said softly, "Don't worry Harry, he'll come around eventually when he realizes that he was wrong and things will go back to the way that they were before." As she said the last part, she hung her head in sorrow.
Harry was watching Hermione from the corner of his eye and noticed that she had slumped down after she finished speaking. Realizing that he hadn't been a good friend to Hermione at all when it came to the relationship between her and Ron, he said softly, "Hey," while reaching over to touch Hermione's arm, "I'm sorry. I should have stood up to him before for how he treats you. Things won't be going back to the way they were, ever. I told you that you are my best friend and it's about time I started acting that way."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione sobbed as she threw herself into his arms.
Neville silently waved goodbye to Harry and headed up to their room to give them some privacy.
Chuckling a little, Harry said, "It's really been an emotional day hasn't it?" He broke out into a full laugh as Hermione started giggling into his chest. Once their laughter had died down, Harry said, "You know, I think I feel better about all of this now that you know everything I have gone through. It doesn't seem like such a burden anymore."
"I'm glad I could help." She replied before stating, "Talking about things makes you put them into perspective and allows you to move on." Hermione stood up from the sofa and pulled Harry to his feet while saying, "Now hurry up and get your stuff so we can find a place to practice."
Grinning, Harry walked up the steps to his dorm room and retrieved the Marauders Map and his Invisibility Cloak to aid them in their search.
Chapter 2: Harry Defended.
Hermione's parents were just sitting down in their dining room for dinner when they were interrupted by tapping on the kitchen window. Upon inspection, they discovered the most beautiful owl that they had ever seen sitting on the window sill staring back at them. Tentatively, Mrs. Granger opened the window and stepped back to allow the owl to hop into the kitchen and then onto the counter top.
Hedwig gazed up at the Grangers while sticking out her leg with the letter attached to it. Once she was relieved of her package, she began to clean her feathers while she waited for their reply.
After taking the letter, Mrs. Granger set out a bowl of water and some owl treats Hermione left for them to give to the post owls.
Annabelle recognized the neat script on the envelope while they retreated into the dining room to read the letter. "It's from Hermione." she told her husband after breaking the wax seal. Her facial expression became stonier by the second the longer she read. By the end of the letter her hands were shaking in anger and she was unable to form coherent sentences. Silently, she thrust the letter into her husband's hands and marched over to the liquor cabinet where she poured two stiff drinks.
When John finally finished reading the letter, he picked up the tumbler and knocked back the amber liquid in one gulp before blurting, "We have to do something about this." He practically growled as he waved the letter through the air while continuing his rant, "It sounds like Headmaster Dumbledore knows what's going on with Harry's relatives but he refuses to do anything."
All thoughts of food were put aside as they dealt with the contents of Hermione's letter. Pulling her husband into the living room, Annabelle sat down next to him on the couch so they could discuss their options.
"Does he have any other relatives that can take him in?" John asked his wife once they were situated.
Annabelle curled her feet underneath her legs for warmth while she tried to remember everything that Hermione had told her about the young man. Hesitantly, she said, "He might have some other family members somewhere but I don't remember Hermione ever mentioning them. My question is why wasn't Harry placed with a magical relative if he had any left alive?"
"I don't know." John mumbled while he thought over what he knew about Harry Potter. The boy had saved their daughter's life, at great risk to his own, in their first year of school. If Hermione's stories were true, he had also confronted and killed one of their teachers in defense of the entire Wizarding World that same year. Remembering something about a godfather, he asked, "What about his godfather? Hermione mentioned him at the end of last year."
Mrs. Granger turned to face her husband on the couch and said sadly, "He's a known fugitive in both worlds even though Hermione says that he's innocent. I'm not sure he could take Harry in even if he wanted to."
The only thing that made sense to John was that Dumbledore would go to great lengths to keep Harry with the Dursleys. If things were as bad as Hermione's letter indicated, there was no way that signs of obvious neglect wouldn't be reported by the school system. Especially, since the Dursleys had two boys in the same school.
Not liking Harry's situation with the Dursleys and their desire for a larger family, John looked into his wife's eyes and asked, "Do you think we could step in as his guardians in our world?"
"Oh, John!" Annabelle cried as she launched herself into his arms. They had never been able to have a second child for some reason and she had always wanted more children.
After spending a few moments sniffling in her husband's arms, Annabelle pulled back and kissed him soundly before saying solemnly, "We need to keep this quiet though. According to Hermione, Harry's a celebrity in the Wizarding world and so is Dumbledore. Perhaps we should talk to our solicitor and get him started before their school term ends?"
"I'll ring Roger for an appointment." Mr. Granger said as he got up from the couch and went back into the dining room to clear away the dishes of their forgotten meal while his wife began composing a letter to send back with Hedwig.
~AQ~
Back in London there was a very similar conversation occurring at the ancestral home of the Blacks.
"Remus, we can't let Dumbledore place Harry in this kind of danger!" shouted Sirius as he paced back and forth in the drawing room, Harry's letter open on the table between them.
Holding his palms outward in a placating manner, Remus pleaded, "Calm down, Sirius. I think we should help Harry any way we can with the tournament. It's what we need to do after the tournament that concerns me more."
With a huff and a wave of his arms, Sirius growled out, "He can't go back to those horrible people at the end of the school year. This house has dozens of protections already and we could put it under the Fidelius Charm with you as the Secret Keeper too." Pacing about in frustration, Sirius said pensively, "Dumbledore can't know about this place, especially if we were to ever bring Harry here."
After a few more minutes of mutterings and more pacing, he said, "I need to contact Andromeda. We need to find out if the reading of James and Lily's will occurred or if they even had one. I would also like to get an inventory of what they left to Harry just to be safe."
"Doesn't she think you're guilty like everyone else?" Remus asked.
Scowling at Remus' reminder, Sirius grumbled, "I'm sure she does. It may be best to approach her daughter, Nymphadora, she's got to be an adult by now. I think she is our best hope because she was so young when everything happened."
Upon hearing Sirius' cousin's name, Remus raised his eyebrows and mouthed, 'Nymphadora?'
With a bark of a laugh, Sirius chuckled, "Don't ask, it's a family tradition to saddle the children with uncommon names."
Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor when it came to the Black Family naming proclivities, Remus picked up Harry's note from the coffee table and began re-reading it.
While Remus was rereading Harry & Hermione's letter, a stray thought hit him and he asked, "Do you still have those mirrors that you and James used when you were in detention? We could send them one of the mirrors so we don't have to use owls all of the time."
Sirius stopped his pacing and turned to face his old friend with a smile before saying happily, "That's brilliant, Moony! I have them upstairs, we could charm a couple more mirrors so you and Hermione can have your own too."
"Great, I'll start on a list of a few spells and books that they should review. We can send a few books from the library here if we find any that could help him that aren't too dark in nature." Lupin called out to Sirius's retreating form.
After a couple of hours of searching through the library, Remus and Sirius had compiled a diverse list of spells and a small pile of books to send to Harry and Hermione to help with the tournament. Placing everything into a trunk Remus shrunk it and put the Marauder's password onto the small package. "I think that is everything Sirius. Now we just need a way to get this to Harry without it being intercepted." Remus said with a look of deep thought etched on his face.
There was a loud pop and then standing before them was the oddest dressed house elf that they had ever seen before. "Uh…, hello. What can I do for you?" Sirius said to the strange house elf.
Bowing slightly, Dobby said proudly, "I am Dobby, sir, Harry Potter's elf. Do you need a package delivered to the great Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby stared at Sirius intently and after a moment of inspection asked him, "Are you his dog father?"
Remus lost it at 'dog father' and started howling with laughter while Sirius stood there shocked and bemused at the same time. "Yes, I am his Godfather, Dobby. Are you the elf that Harry freed?"
"I am indeed! Harry Potter has spoken of me to you before?" Dobby asked with tears in his eyes.
Sirius sat on the floor so that he was eye level with the tiny elf, "He's told both of us about you. The laughing fool over there is Remus Lupin and I am Sirius Black. Would you be able to help us get this package to Harry? Only give it to him if he is alone or with Hermione Granger please."
"Dobby would be most happy to help out kind sirs. Just call if you have any more packages for Dobby to deliver for Harry Potter!" and with a small pop, the package and Dobby were gone from Grimmauld place.
Scratching his stubbly chin in wonder, Sirius mused, "You know, I think that was the strangest encounter with a house elf that I've ever had. I thought that only bound house elves knew that their master's needed something and would react accordingly?"
Remus looked up deep in thought before formulating his response, "I think that elf, Dobby, bonded with Harry when he set him free and I don't think that Harry is aware of it yet. Oh, I bet Hermione is going to have a fit over this one. You know how she can get about house elves."
At the curious look from Sirius, Remus went on to explain what he had overheard about Hermione's views on house-elf rights.
Ten minutes later, a much happier Sirius Black sat sitting on the sofa laughing at the predicament his godson was going to be in when Hermione found out about Dobby.
Chapter 3: A helping hand.
Harry and Hermione were using the map exploring one of the towers when there was a small pop and a house-elf appeared in front of them. "Dobby! What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Dobby has a package for you from your dog father and the wolf." as he reached into his robes and pulled out a tiny package with a letter addressed to Harry.
"Thanks, Dobby." Harry laughed as he bent down to take the package. "How did you know that they needed to get a package to me?"
Dobby went a bit wide-eyed and he started to shuffle his feet before he answered, "Dobby is bound to Harry Potter, sir, I had hoped to work in your family home once you were out of school." Then in a mad rush, Dobby launched himself at the wall but before he could ram his head into the wall Harry caught him around the middle and held him still.
"Dobby, relax. You do not need to punish yourself. I'm giving you an order; never punish yourself. If you feel that you did something wrong, please come to me. You're my friend Dobby, why would you bond to me?" Harry asked in confusion.
"I apologize, sir. It was the best way to ensure that I would be able to help you and keep your secrets. And Dobby wanted very much to be Harry Potter's elf." Dobby said in a rush.
Hermione had been silent during the entire exchange between Harry and Dobby. She was upset that Dobby had bound himself to Harry but she was also proud of the way that Harry was dealing with the situation. She knelt down to Dobby's level and looked him in the eye and asked; "Dobby, are you happy being Harry's house-elf?"
"Oh, yes Ms. Mione! Dobby is the happiest elf alive!" Dobby said bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement.
"Dobby, we know another house-elf that was freed this summer, her name is Winky. Do you know her?" asked Hermione, while Harry chuckled in the background about her nickname.
Dobby looked sadly at his feet and replied, "Yes, Dobby knows Winky. She is most upset at not being a proper house-elf anymore. She is drinking lots of butterbeer and is pining for her old master. I try to look after her in the kitchens but she is very sad."
"Harry, we have to help her. Crouch was wrong to treat her that way and then giver her clothes. If what Dobby is saying is true, she must be really depressed." Hermione said, clearly exasperated with the situation.
"I don't know, Hermione. Dobby, do you think that there is anything that we could do to help Winky?" Harry asked the small elf.
Dobby hesitated but he answered in a small voice that sounded unsure of the reaction that he would get, "Harry Potter, sir. Winky wants to bond to a family again. Hogwarts keeps us busy but Winky has lived her entire life in the service of a family and she misses that terribly."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other in silent communication for a few moments and seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"It's okay, Harry. I think it would really help Winky and she seems to like you better than me anyway." Hermione said.
"Okay." Harry tilted his head to the side, called out "Winky." and with a small pop, a disheveled house-elf in a filthy dress appeared next to Dobby.
"How can I be of, hic, assistance?" asked the obviously drunk house-elf.
Harry knelt down so that he was looking into Winky's eyes and he spoke very gently, "Winky, would you like to be a part of a family again?"
The little elf's eyes went wide with surprise and tears began to stream down her tiny face as she wept into her hands. "Winky would love to but no one wants a bad elf." She said sadly between sobs.
Still speaking in a gentle whisper Harry said, "Winky, would you like to join my family? I am the only Potter left right now but someday I would like to have a family and a home to call my own. Dobby has already bound himself to me and we would be happy to have you join our family."
Whatever reaction Harry was expecting, it was not the one that he received. Winky launched herself at Harry and latched her tiny arms around his neck, crying hysterically. After a few moments, Harry was able to calm her down and she finally looked up into his face, "Winky would love to be a part of a family again, Master Harry."
"Alright; Winky, I welcome you into the Potter Family." With a slight discharge of magic, Harry felt the bond form between them. Turning to Dobby, Harry knelt down and repeated the process, formally welcoming him into the Potter family too. "Please make sure that you take time off for yourselves each day because I don't want to see you sick or injured. If you need anything, please come to me and ask. If I can provide it, I will."
Both of the elves looked up at Harry with adoring smiles and they chimed in unison "Of course, Harry Potter, sir."
"Um, I have one question though. What do you two prefer to wear? I know that the Hogwarts elves all have uniforms with the crest on them, or would you like to pick what you wear on your own?" Harry asked with genuine concern.
"Winky will find out what the Potter family crest looks like and will get the design for you. I would like to have the crest on my clothes to show that I am a proper house-elf." Winky said with pride.
"Dobby would like to wear the crest too, Harry Potter, sir." Dobby said enthusiastically.
"That would be great, Winky, I have never seen my family crest before. Of course, you can both wear the family crest. Do you have to be discreet about that here at Hogwarts? I wouldn't want to cause trouble with the other house-elves." Harry said, voicing his concern.
"Master is too kind." Winky said softly. "The other elves will treat us better because we are part of a Wizarding family again.
"That's great!" Harry said with relief evident in his voice. "I have one more question, do you two know of a room that we can train in secret? I have to get ready for the Triwizard Tournament and Hermione is going to help me train. We don't want anyone finding out what we are doing."
"Dobby knows of just the place, Harry Potter, sir. It is the Come and Go Room, or the Room of Requirement." Dobby said with obvious joy at being able to help. "It is on the seventh floor just opposite of the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy. Walk past the wall three times while thinking of what you need and the room will appear. We elves use it to store things, nasty Mr. Filch has found cleaning supplies there too."
"That sounds perfect Dobby. Thanks. I will call you two if I need anything. Please feel free to help Hermione with anything that she might need, she is very important to me." Harry said while looking at the two elves.
Two small pops later Harry and Hermione were all alone in the tower again. Hermione was beaming at Harry with a look of pride in her eyes. "That was a great thing that you did for Winky. While I don't like the idea of slavery, the change in her was amazing once you bonded and Dobby looked so happy after you formally welcomed him too." With a look of excitement on her face, Hermione pulled Harry to his feet and said, "Now let's go and find the Room of Requirement, I'm dying to see what the room can provide for us and to find out what Snuffles and Remus sent us."
Harry and Hermione arrived at the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy and after a brief discussion decided that Hermione would be the one to ask the room for what they needed. When the door appeared, they stepped inside and the door sealed itself behind them. There were dozens of bookcases that lined one of the walls with a fireplace, a desk, a sofa, and a table arranged in the corner of the small makeshift library. The other side of the room had a dueling area with practice dummies, targets, some workout equipment, and a small changing area with a shower. Harry looked over at Hermione and smiled, "I love magic." He said with quiet reverence.
They walked over to the table in the library area, Harry pulled out the shrunken package from Remus and Sirius, and they read the note together. With a big grin on his face Harry pulled out his wand, tapped the package, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The package quickly expanded into a small trunk that was surprisingly light.
After they had categorized all of the items in the trunk, and kept a mirror each, Hermione looked deep in thought. "Harry, we can't leave this stuff in here so I think that we will have to shrink the trunk and one of us should carry it around at all times. Some of those books are dark and we could get into trouble if they are in our possession. They definitely would be in the restricted section if they were a part of the Hogwarts Library."
"You're right, of course. It's a very light trunk, even when it's at it's normal size, so I think we could just shrink it and one of us can carry it around in our pocket. I do not want to risk leaving it in our book bags. The trunk is amazing though. How did they get all of this stuff in there? My school trunk holds less stuff and it feels like it weighs a ton." Harry said with a touch of awe in his voice.
"I think that they must have enchanted the trunk like most Wizarding homes to be bigger on the inside. The feather-light charm is nice too. That trunk would be too heavy for either of us to lift otherwise." Hermione said to Harry. Suddenly, she got a slight gleam in her eyes and a new book appeared on the table next to her bag. She picked it up, and opened the cover to inspect the contents. A big smile spread across her face and she turned to Harry still smiling. "This is great; this book tells how to enlarge items magically and how to add all sorts of other enchantments to them. This means that we could charm our bags to be lighter and to hold more once we learn these spells!" Hermione almost squealed in her excitement.
Harry pulled out his mirror and while looking at it said, "Sirius Black."
There was a momentary flicker in the mirror and then Sirius's face appeared. "Hello, Harry, Hermione. I see you got our package okay. These mirrors are the ones that your father and I used at school to talk to each other while we were in separate detentions. We also made the second pair of mirrors so all four of us could have one. It will get a little warm when someone calls you. To answer just say their name back into the mirror and they will both be activated."
While Harry was gazing at the mirror in his hand, Hermione picked up her mirror, stepped a few paces away, and called out, "Remus Lupin."
"Hello, Hermione." Remus said with a smile on his face. "From the look on your face I think that you want to know how to charm another set of mirrors? The magic may be a bit beyond you right now but I will gladly do that for you. Who do you want them for?"
"My parents, if they can use them." Hermione said with a hint of hope in her voice. "They only get letters from me using Hedwig, or a school owl, and I thought that this would be better. I miss talking with them."
Remus looked pensive for a moment before replying, "I don't know if they will work or not for non-magical people, but we can at least try. If it doesn't work, have one of the house-elves pick up the mirror from them."
"Thank you, so much!" Hermione cried happily. "Do you happen to have a book on how you created all of this or is it something that I can get from the library easily?"
"It would be in the restricted section at Hogwarts, so I'll send you a copy. Did you find the list of spells that we sent along too? There is also a little book without a title, about the size of a diary that you two should look at immediately." Remus said with a big smile.
Sirius was half listening to Remus' conversation when he heard him mention the book. "Hey!" Sirius shouted. "I wanted to tell them about the book." By this time, everyone gathered around two mirrors, having shut down the others.
"What book are you two talking about?" asked Harry. Turning to Hermione, he said, "Did you notice a small book without a title? I didn't see it when we were unpacking."
Hermione stepped over to the stack of books and after a few seconds, she came back with a triumphant smile on her face and the book in her left hand. "Here, I think that you should look at this."
Sirius, Remus, and Hermione were all grinning from ear to ear at Harry while he opened the cover. The book looked well read, the edges worn, and some of the pages were dog-eared. As he began to read, the smile on his face grew to match the others. "This is wonderful! You two and my dad wrote a book on how to become Animagi?" Harry was running his fingers along the spine of the book with reverence.
"That book contains all of our notes on the entire process. It should aid you two immensely and speed up the process. The books on Animagi in the Restricted Section are basically useless, that is why there are so few of them around." Sirius beamed at the way Harry was looking at the book. "There are also some supplementary books that you should read that will help you along. They are listed in the front of the journal."
Hermione was peering over Harry's shoulder at the list of additional books and noticed that they were included in the collection from the original Marauders. Looking up at the mirror, Hermione smiled and said, "Thank you both for the help. Harry, I think that you should drop a couple of subjects and add Runes and Arithmancy instead. Divination isn't worth anything with that old fraud teaching, and History of Magic is worthless with Binns droning on about Goblin wars the entire time."
"That's a good idea, Hermione. I think Harry would benefit much more from those classes. Besides, we used a lot of runes and Arithmancy to create the map. They are also very helpful with wards and spell crafting." Remus said with enthusiasm.
Sirius put in his two Knuts worth by adding, "I agree with Remus and Hermione, Harry. You can do independent study in history and divination if you want to take those OWLS at the end of your fifth year. I know that you will be starting a year behind, but I think that between Hermione and Remus that they can catch you up to your year mates in about six or seven months."
The direction the conversation was taking surprised Harry, but he realized that they were all correct. He had only taken those classes because Ron wanted to. "I think that you are correct. I really hate having my death predicted every week by that old fraud, Trelawney, and it is such a chore to even stay awake with Binns droning on in that monotone of his. I'll talk to McGonagall this weekend so I can get my schedule adjusted."
There was a small pop behind them and then they heard Winky call out, "Master Harry Potter has missed dinner. Winky and Dobby will bring you two some food." There was a second pop and Dobby appeared with a picnic basket.
"Thank you both for remembering that we hadn't eaten. Would you like to join us?" Harry asked his two house-elves.
The response was immediate; both of the elves broke down crying saying that they were not worthy and how great Harry Potter was for offering to eat with lowly elves. Before their rant could get too much further Harry piped up, "Please relax. It would be an honor if the two of you would eat with Hermione and me. You can tell me a bit about yourselves and what you like to do and how things should be done in a Wizarding home." Turning back to his mirror, Harry said to a smiling Remus and Sirius, "It looks like we have to go now. I will call you tomorrow to talk. Thanks again for all of your help."
After a nice dinner where Hermione and Harry spent the majority of their time trying to get Dobby and Winky to eat with them, they decided to spend the rest of the evening relaxing and reading on the couches provided by the Room of Requirement. Hermione had picked up a book on the history of the Triwizard Tournament and curled into the corner of the sofa facing the fireplace. Harry was reading the journal written by his dad, Remus, and Sirius with a smile on his face. It was a quiet moment to end a stressful day and both teens were happy to spend it in each other's presence.
The more Hermione read the book about the Triwizard Tournament, the feeling of dread grew with each page. Sighing, she put the book down and looked up at Harry. He was still reading the journal with a smile on his face. "Harry." Once she had his attention Hermione continued, "I think that the tournament is designed to test you in the most difficult ways possible. The first task challenges your bravery and quick thinking skills. That leaves a wide range of topics and strategies that we have to plan for. Historically, the first task has been to get past, or retrieve an item from, a large magical creature."
Harry had marked his page and placed the journal on the table in front of him. Taking a moment to compose his thoughts before he spoke, Harry finally said, "We need to find out what the first task is going to be. I am positive that the headmasters from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are going to help their students prepare. The question is how do we find out?"
Hermione was gazing into the fire, lost in thought, before she suddenly smiled. Harry gave her a questioning look and she turned to face him completely. "We can have Dobby and Winky listen to the professors to see if any of them talk about the tasks. Dumbledore certainly knows what each task is and so will Mr. Crouch. Witches and Wizards don't consider house-elves people, just a part of the background, so they won't really pay them any attention."
"That's a brilliant plan, Hermione! We can have Dobby and Winky just pay attention as they go about their regular duties in the castle. One of the teachers is bound to slip up eventually and then we can begin preparing in earnest. We should probably talk to Hagrid too. I really like him but he cannot keep a secret at all. Why Dumbledore tells him stuff sometimes really puzzles me." Harry trailed off, lost in thought again.
Hermione thought that Harry had a great idea and she told him so. "Why don't we head back to the tower and get some sleep? I know that you want to talk to Professor McGonagall in the morning and I would like to check a few things in the library too. Why don't we meet up after breakfast?"
Harry nodded his ascent, they put their books back into the enchanted trunk, and Hermione pocketed it before they exited the room. They walked back to the tower side by side in silence. Both of them lost in their thoughts about what they were going to do tomorrow. When the reached the common room Hermione pulled Harry into quick hug, whispered good night, and she headed off to her room.
Ron was getting ready for bed when Harry walked into the fourth year boy's dormitory. Before Harry could even make it to his bed, Ron had swung his legs over the side of his bed and accused, "How come you didn't tell me how to put my name in the Goblet? I'm your best friend, you should have told me!"
Dean, Neville, and Seamus looked on in silence as Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Someone else put it in under a different school name. Moody thinks that they used a Confundus Charm on the Goblet to make it think that there are four schools competing. If you cannot accept that then you do not know me at all. Good night." Harry pulled the curtains closed and climbed into bed, his mood ruined by the confrontation with Ron.
Harry awoke before his dorm mates Sunday morning and headed down to the common room to wait for Hermione so that they could go to breakfast together. Fifteen minutes later, she came down the stairs and they went down to the Great Hall. After a light meal, they parted ways with Harry promising to meet up with Hermione in the library as soon as he was finished talking with McGonagall.
Walking up to the staff table Harry stood silently in front of Professor McGonagall waiting for her to acknowledge him. "Mr. Potter, what can I do for you this morning?"
"Could you spare a few minutes to talk about my class schedule when you are finished with breakfast Professor?" Harry asked Professor McGonagall.
"Certainly, Mr. Potter, give me a few minutes and I'll meet you in my office." said Professor McGonagall, as she smiled down at him before returning to her meal.
Twenty minutes later, Harry and Professor McGonagall were sitting in her office behind the transfiguration classroom. "What can I do for you, Mr. Potter? Time tables are set to be handed out at dinner tonight."
"I was hoping to change my course schedule. I wanted to drop divination and history and add Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. Hermione has offered to tutor me so I can catch up to my year mates. I don't mind starting with the third year student's professor." Harry stated with a pleading note in his voice.
"Why do you want to change your schedule Mr. Potter? It is a bit unusual and you will be in class with the third year students in those two new subjects." McGonagall asked Harry politely.
"Well, I only took those two classes because Ron signed up for them. I am tired of Professor Trelawney predicting my death in every lesson and I am sure that it will only get worse with the tournament. History of Magic is a terrible class. I can learn more on my own just by reading the textbook. Why is a ghost teaching that class? All he does is drone on about the Goblin Wars." Harry realized that he might have stepped up on a soapbox and gone a bit too far with what he had said.
Professor McGonagall surprised Harry by bestowing upon him a smile that reached her eyes. "I'm proud of you, Mr. Potter. I think that you could give Ms. Granger a run for her money if you really wanted to. Your work in my class is very good once you grasp the theory. I will approve your changes and let the other professors know that you will be in those classes. You will need to order the books by owl, but I'm sure that Ms. Granger could lend you her textbooks from last year."
"Thank you very much Professor. I'll do my best to not let you down." Harry stated and he walked out the door of her office to join Hermione in the library and give her the good news.
Walking into the library, Harry found Hermione at her favorite table with a small mountain of books surrounding her. He sat down next to her and pulled a book towards him. "Did you find anything useful?"
"I found a few things about the tournament and I don't really like what I discovered. You have to compete in every event, even if you don't complete a task, so there is no point in just throwing the tournament." Hermione said in frustration. "How did your talk with Professor McGonagall go?"
Harry smiled, and proceeded to tell her about getting his schedule changed. He also mentioned that Professor McGonagall told him that she was proud of him for doing the right thing. "Hermione, could I borrow your texts from Runes and Arithmancy? I can owl order some new ones this week."
"Of course Harry. I will even give you my notes so you can read ahead and catch up to the rest of the class. If you have any questions just ask and I'll do my best to explain it." Hermione stated simply.
"Thanks." Harry had picked up one of the books on the Triwizard Tournament that Hermione had on the table and was flipping through the chapters idly. He came across one chapter that caused him to start reading in earnest. After completing the chapter, he put down the book and looked over at Hermione. "Hermione," when she put down her book and looked up at him, he continued speaking, "Do you think that there will be a traditional ball with this tournament too?" Harry handed her the book that he had been reading and pointed to the chapter on the Champions Ball.
"I'm sure there will be. Dress robes were a part of our school lists this year. Did you get yours?"
"I don't know. Mrs. Weasley did all of my school shopping for me while we were at the World Cup. If she didn't, do you think that I could get a set in Hogsmeade before the dance?"
"I think so. Gladrags has a store near the Three Broomsticks. If you do not like the ones that she selected, or did not get, we can go down together and pick something up for you. Do you know how to dance, Harry?" Hermione had a smile on her face as she asked Harry about dancing.
"Uh, not really. I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of three schools by being the only champion that cannot dance. Do you know how to dance? Could you teach me?" Harry pleaded with Hermione.
"Of course, Harry. I would be happy to teach you how to dance. I am positive that the room will provide us with music to help you learn. My parents taught me how to dance this summer when they saw dress robes on our lists." Hermione noticed that Harry had a longing look on his face when she said this and she realized that Harry must have been thinking about his mother teaching him how to dance if she had been alive.
"Thanks. I don't think that I would be comfortable learning how to dance in front of a bunch of people and I know that I'm going to be rubbish at dancing." Harry said miserably.
Hermione leaned over and grabbed his hand. "No you won't, Harry. You are very graceful when you are flying and if you treat dancing just like Quidditch, you will be fine."
Suddenly, Harry had a panicked look on his face, as if he had realized there was something that made him extremely nervous. "Hermione, I'll have to get a date for the ball won't I?" When he saw her nod, he looked up at her and said, "Would you go to the ball with me?"
Hermione's smile was radiant. She looked happier than he had seen her in ages. "I would love to go to the ball with you, Harry."
He felt as if he had one less burden to bear now that he had a date. Harry relaxed and smiled back at Hermione while giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you. Is there anything that I need to buy for you? I've never been on a date before."
"We can get a corsage for me and a boutonniere for your dress robes that match each other. I don't know of any Wizarding flower stores but I'm sure Neville could help us pick something out and put them together." Hermione said while still smiling at Harry's straightforward, innocent, manner. "Don't worry, Harry. We have months before the ball, it is traditionally around Christmas. Do you want to tell people that we are going to the ball together if they ask?" Hermione's voice sounded hopeful but concerned at the same time.
"Sure. I mean, I don't fancy being hounded by a bunch of girls that I do not know who all want to go to the ball with The-Boy-Who-Lived. I'm glad that we are going to the ball together." Harry spoke with conviction.
Hermione had another big smile on her face after listening to Harry tell her that he was happy that they were going to the ball together. In truth, she was worried that she was not pretty, but Harry didn't see her that way at all. He knew her and accepted her for who she was, not what she looked like. What Hermione did not realize, was that Harry did think that she was beautiful and that he was the lucky one.
Packing up her books, Hermione stood up and asked, "Would you help me put these back on the shelves and then we can go practice a bit?"
Harry stood up, grabbed the second stack of books, and began putting them back on the shelves. "Sure. Can we stop by the dormitory first? I want to grab a couple of things from my trunk."
"Okay. I'll meet you back here in a couple of minutes." After gathering up the books, Hermione was moving between the shelves with practiced ease.
When they had finally entered the Room of Requirement, Hermione asked Harry, "What did you need in the dorms?"
"I decided that I am going to keep the map and my cloak in the new trunk now. My school trunk isn't really that secure and I don't want to risk losing either of those items." Harry stated.
The Room of Requirement looked the same as it did when Hermione had first called it into being the day before. Looking around in wonder at all the room provided, Harry walked over to the library area, took off his cloak, and draped it across the back of the couch.
He flopped down onto the couch after grabbing the spell list from Sirius and Remus out of the resized trunk. Hermione had come over and was sitting on the other end of the couch with her feet tucked under her as she began reading one of the books about the history of the tournament. After about an hour of reading, Harry wanted to try a couple of the new spells. The Room of Requirement responded by providing a practice dummy in the dueling area.
Getting up from the couch, Harry called over to Hermione, "I'm going to try out a few of these spells that Snuffles and Moony gave us." He walked over to the dueling area and stood fifteen feet from the practice dummy. Pulling his wand from his sleeve, he called out, "Reducto." The force of the spell knocked the dummy back about six feet and left a smoking chest plate with a hole in it where his spell had hit.
Hermione had put down her book and was watching Harry practice. When she saw what the spell had done to the training dummy, she got up from her spot and joined Harry in the dueling area. "Harry, do you mind if I practice with you?"
"No. Do you know the wand movement for Reducto?"
Hermione gave Harry a look that plainly conveyed that she did indeed know the spell and proper wand movement. Harry smirked at her and reset the training dummy on the platform, then stepped behind Hermione so he would not distract her.
"Reducto." Hermione cried aloud while taking aim at the target. The spell knocked the dummy almost three feet back, the hole in the chest was only about half the size of the one that Harry's spell had created. "Wow. That is a strong spell. I didn't do as much damage as you did though. I always knew that you were a powerful wizard."
"Thanks, Hermione, but I'm nothing special. I may be powerful but I'm not a great wizard or anything." Harry said softly while looking at the damaged training dummy.
"Harry, please look at me." When he had turned to face Hermione, she continued. "You are a powerful wizard. The difference in our results clearly shows that. I do believe you will be a great wizard one day. You have already done some amazing things that most adult wizards and witches will never do, nor would most of them want or be able to." Hermione said with conviction. Seeing that Harry was about to argue this point, Hermione held up her hand and cut him off before he could begin. "Trust me, Harry. You are becoming a great wizard and an even better man."
Chapter 4: Shattered notions.
The rest of September passed in a blur for Harry and Hermione. They spent all of their time outside of classes in the Room of Requirement completing their homework, preparing for the tournament, and for Harry, learning to dance. They were both sitting on the couch in the library section that the room had provided when Winky popped in.
"Hello Winky." Harry and Hermione called at the same time to the tiny elf.
Winky gave a small curtsy and began speaking. "Good afternoon Sir and Miss. Winky has found out what the first task is from Professor Moody when he was talking with the Headmaster. Master Harry Potter has to get by a dragon and retrieve a golden egg." Winky was clearly agitated as she stood there wringing the hem of her apron in her hands.
"Dragons!" Hermione practically shouted. Standing up and beginning to pace around the room she began muttering under her breath about "Irresponsible adults." and "Insanely dangerous tournaments."
Coming out of his stupor, Harry knelt down in front of Winky and he gave her a hug. "Thank you very much Winky. You did a great job."
The surprised elf patted Harry on the back and gave a muttered "Thank you." before popping out of the Room of Requirement.
Getting up from his spot on the floor, Harry walked over to Hermione and pulled her into a hug. After a few moments of listening to her mumble about crazy wizards and their stupid tournaments, he spoke softly to her, "Hey, its okay. Now that we know what I need to do we can start focusing on getting that golden egg."
Hermione gave Harry's waist one last squeeze before she pulled back from the embrace and went over to her bag to retrieve the communication mirror. She called out "Remus Lupin." as she sat down next to Harry on the couch.
After a few seconds Remus' face appeared in the mirror and he said; "Hello Harry; Hermione." He turned his face to the side and called out "Sirius come here, Harry and Hermione are calling."
When Sirius had joined them, they both listened as Harry and Hermione explained the first task. It turned out that Remus was a veritable fount of knowledge when it came to dragons but in the end, it was a suggestion from Hermione that caused everyone to pause and look at her in bewilderment.
Getting a bit nervous Hermione cried out "What? Nowhere did the teachers mention anything about having to battle the dragon. You should summon the egg. That way you don't have to get too close to it."
Grinning like a lunatic Harry had a look of pride and joy on his face. "You are absolutely brilliant! Do you think that it will work?" Harry asked hopefully.
"I do, but in case that the egg is spelled against summoning we should come up with a back up plan." Hermione stated simply.
Remus and Sirius were both grinning at the pair of them and thinking to themselves that Hermione was really a lot brighter than they had guessed. The plan was so simple that most wizards would overlook it. After some deliberation between the four of them, they decided that if the original plan did not work Harry would summon his broom and use that to get by the dragon.
The last Friday of November brought forth a completely new batch of problems for Harry. Their Defense against the Dark Arts class was good because their instructor, Alastor Moody, was actually teaching them useful offensive and defensive hexes, charms, curses, and counter curses. However, today they were covering the three unforgivable curses. What no one had expected was that Moody would actually demonstrate the curses. He Crucio'd one spider into mindlessness and only stopped when Hermione cried out because it was affecting Neville so badly. Afterwards he demonstrated the killing curse on the poor arachnid. To top it all off he used the Imperious Curse to make another spider do what ever he wished. Then, to the absolute horror of the class, he informed them that he was going to place each of them under the curse so that they could feel the effects and to try to fight it off.
Harry was the only one in the entire class to throw off the spell. As they were leaving the class, he could not help but hear the mutterings of his year mates and he knew that before the end of the day the entire school would know what he had done. To make matters even worse Harry had spotted the Slytherins, and quite a few members of the rest of the houses, sporting "Potter Stinks" badges.
The only good part of the badges was seeing Hermione worked up on his behalf. As they were sitting down to lunch at the corner of the Gryffindor table she began her rant; "Why aren't the teachers making people remove those buttons? They are insulting and just down right mean." Hermione cried out while gesturing wildly with her fork full of Sheppard's Pie.
"I don't know Hermione. I guess that things are just different in the Wizarding world. Look at that article that Skeeter woman wrote about me. I never said any of those things! She turned a bunch of my ums and ers into long winded sentences about me crying over my parent's memories!" Harry had become agitated during his response and now a good portion of the Gryffindor table was silent, listening in on their conversation.
Realizing that the rest of the table was listening in, Harry gave them all a hard glare and resumed eating his lunch in silence. When they were both finished, Hermione told Harry that she wanted to speak with Professor McGonagall about the badges. Shrugging his shoulders in acceptance, Harry walked with Hermione to the professor's office.
"Professor?" Hermione called out while knocking on the transfiguration teacher's door.
Minerva McGonagall looked up and saw two of her students in the doorway. "Please come in the both of you. Now what can I do for you?"
Hermione fidgeted with her hands for a moment before speaking. "Why aren't any of the teachers doing anything about those horrible badges? Can you make them take them off?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but I can't do anything about the badges but I do understand, and I agree with your sentiments Ms. Granger." Professor McGonagall spoke in tones of resignation.
"Do you mean can't or won't Professor?" Harry asked with a bit of an edge to his voice.
Taking a moment to compose her thoughts Professor McGonagall replied; "I can't Mr. Potter, I'm sorry. I am not allowed to step in and correct the problem at the current time."
Harry had started to put things together in his head and so had Hermione if the look on her face was any indication. Harry had one more question on his mind that he wanted to ask before Mt. Hermione erupted in indignation. "Why won't professor Dumbledore let you make people remove the badges?"
With a sad look on her face Minerva McGonagall answered; "Because Professor Dumbledore thinks that this is a good way to learn to ignore what people are saying about you while also learning how to forgive them for their mistakes. I want you both to know that I do not agree with this at all."
Her answer was enough to shatter both teens remaining trust in Albus Dumbledore. For Harry it was another betrayal by an adult, further cementing in his mind that most of them could not be trusted. There were a few exceptions to that rule but that did not make Harry feel any better. The last of Harry's childhood died in Professor McGonagall's classroom that afternoon. He knew that he would have to make sure that he looked out for his own interests and safety from now on with a little help from Hermione and those few adults that he could trust.
Hermione had been trying to come to grips with the changes in her worldview but Professor McGonagall's revelation destroyed her long-standing faith in authority figures. She felt a wide range of emotions but the prevalent one was loss. It felt as if someone had taken the safe, secure feeling, which comes from the belief that someone in authority will always be there to help you and then told her that it was all a lie. No one was coming to help; you are on your own.
Without another word, Harry and Hermione slowly got up and walked out of Professor McGonagall's office and out onto the grounds to think things over. Once they were seated on a large rock down by the lake Harry turned to Hermione and asked the one question that was really bothering her too. "Why?"
Hermione was at as much of a loss as Harry was and she replied; "I don't know. I always thought that Dumbledore had your best interests at heart. Now I don't think he does at all. It's as if he is testing you for a reason that only he seems to know." Hermione's confusion was evident in her voice.
"What do you think we should do about this then? Half of the time, I want to attack Malfoy for making those stupid badges and the other half I want to curse Dumbledore for allowing it to continue. I think that he let Moody put the Imperious Curse on everyone to see if I could throw it off. Was putting me with the Dursleys' some sort of test too? What about everything else that we have gotten into at Hogwarts the last three years?" Harry had become so agitated during his tirade that he had begun to pace the shoreline like an animal trapped in a cage.
Hermione got up and stepped in front of Harry to stop his pacing so she could answer him. "Well, since Professor McGonagall can't do anything about the buttons, perhaps we should. We can ask Snuffles and Moony for some ideas. I don't know about the Dursleys', Harry but my parents should have some news on that front in a few days according to their last letter. I'm not sure what to think about Dumbledore doing all of those things to test you but it does make sense. The question is why is he testing you? Do you think that it has to do with Voldemort?"
Harry sighed as he felt some of the tension leave him with Hermione's hug. "I don't know but that is the only thing that I can think of too. I know that Dumbledore says that Voldemort isn't dead but why did he come after me in the first place? Did you know that Voldemort told me his real name down in the Chamber of Secrets? It's Tom Marvolo Riddle, Voldemort is an anagram of his name. Do you think we should look him up to see if we can find anything out about why he attacked me?"
"I don't know why he attacked you but that is a good idea. We should probably ask Snuffles and Moony all of those questions soon. Come on, why don't we head on up to the Room and give them a call." Hermione said as she grabbed Harry's hand and started up towards the castle.t