Chapter 28
Words of Wisdom
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With Harry quickly growing stronger, the days seemed to pass by in a blur. All their regular school work was done, leaving them only their individual, and advanced work. While Harry, concentrated on Ancient Runes, Hermione focused on Healing, then both would tackle the common stuff together. In addition to Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick was also sending them notes and written material to read. It mostly dealt with how to use spells, charms, and transfiguration in a fight. Later, Remus, would show up and teach them how to put it all to use in a practical situation. Occasionally, Sirius would come by and help out by teaming up with Remus against the pair of young students. Tonks would watch, and then offer her insight from an Auror perspective. Later she would then work with them on various techniques; such as learning to fight both as a team, and individually, using Remus to help her demonstrate. Tonks also showed them things like; how to clear an area, or enter a building that might have hostiles in it. Whenever possible, Dan and Emma watched as well; both fascinated, and terrified by what magic could do.
Besides learning the theoretical and practical aspects of fighting with magic, Harry and Hermione were also back to working out physically. And since Tonks was their shadow whenever they left the house, so was she.
"Bloody hell, I haven't run like that since first year at the academy," an exhausted Tonks said, as she plopped down into a chair at the kitchen table.
Remus laughed, "They are an energetic pair those two." Remus pushed a tall glass of water over to her, "Are you still going with them tonight? I could go instead, if you want a break."
Tonks gave him a look that clearly said, 'What? You don't think I can keep up with a couple of kids?' After Remus raised his hands in surrender, she said, "Besides, Hermione asked me to go tonight."
"Really, why?"
"I don't know. Maybe she wants to show me something," Tonks said, with a shrug as she got up. "I'll be back in a bit, I need a shower."
~oOoOo~
Because they had practiced all last year at school, Harry and Hermione only needed a little fine tuning from Master Kim to easily earn their orange belts.
Harry and Hermione gave Master Kim a deep bow from the waist, "Thank you Master Kim," they chorused together.
"You are welcome, Mr. Potter, as are you Miss Granger. You have both worked very hard, and should be proud of your advancement." Master Kim said, after he returned their bow.
Hermione was anxious to get started on their green belt, but first she wanted to get an overly excited Tonks more involved. While looking at Master Kim, she gave a subtle tick of her head in the direction of their older friend. Master Kim nodded back, just as subtly in understanding, before turning to Tonks.
"Miss Tonks, you seem very interested in karate… would you like to learn?"
Tonks looked surprised, but answered, "Well, it looks fascinating, but I have already been trained in hand to hand combat." At Master Kim's nonplussed look, she added, "Well, ah… Do you really think I could learn anything new?"
Kim gestured to the practice mat in the middle of the room, "I do not know, but perhaps we can find out."
At her hesitant look, Harry and Hermione smiled encouragingly at her. Hermione had already talked to Master Kim about her; without mentioning anything about magic of course, and so had a fairly good idea what was going to happen. She knew, once Tonks got a taste for karate, she'd be hooked. It was just the kind of girl she was.
Tonks followed Master Kim onto the mat, and after he turned and bowed, she did the same, just as she'd seen the kids do earlier. Master Kim suggested, they start by just trying to take the other to the ground. For the next couple of minutes, both traded a few blows with an occasional kick or shove thrown in for good measure.
Finally, Tonks said, "I get the feeling you're not trying very hard."
Master Kim smiled, "Ah… but are you?"
Tonks paused, "Well, I don't want to hurt you."
"I see," Mr. Kim said in understanding. Then in a slightly more serious tone, he added, "I promise not to get hurt. Please… try harder."
Tonks raised a brow, "Okay…" If he wanted her to go all out, she would. Tonks rushed him and started throwing her hardest punches and kicks. A couple of times when she had managed to grab hold of him, she tried to throw him to the ground, but he always managed to escape. 'At least I'm still standing,' she thought. But no sooner than that thought ran through her head, and she realized, he had yet to take the offensive. Master Kim must have known when she had figured it out, for a second later, after a couple of moves she'd never seen before, she was flat on her back with Master Kim standing over her, smiling down. It had happened so fast, she wasn't even sure what exactly had happened.
In a soft knowing voice, Master Kim said, "A good fighter, you already are, but I think there is still room for something new to learn."
As Master Kim was helping her up, she nodded, "Yeah… actually, I think that's an understatement." Then quickly returning to her old self, she asked, "So, how do I sign up?"
Hermione turned to Harry and smiled, happy she was right. Harry just nodded. It looked like karate was going to get a little more interesting.
~oOoOo~
For Harry and Hermione, the last several days had been quite hectic. It seemed, that everybody had something to teach them. As a result, both of them were looking forward to Harry's birthday and a little down time.
"I think celebrating Neville's birthday at the same time is a brilliant idea Harry," Hermione said with a bright smile.
"Yeah," Harry said, half-heartedly, "hopefully everyone can make it on such short notice."
Hermione studied her boyfriend a minute. He was completely back to his old self, except for his mood… something was bothering him. "Well, obviously Neville will be here, which means, Luna will be as well," she said, trying to cheer him up. "And of course, you know the Weasleys will come. Susan will probably make it as well. However, I'm not too sure about Seamus.
Lost in thought, Harry just nodded, "… yeah."
Hermione decided it was time to find out what was going on in her best friend's head. Getting up, she moved over and sat next to him. Then, taking his face between both her hands, she leaned forward and gave him a long tender kiss. Leaning back, she took advantage of his momentary state of euphoria and asked, "Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry sobered quickly, then after a second, he answered with a smirk, "Nothing, that was a great kiss." He had tried to dodge the question, but when Hermione leaned back a little further and pinned him with a stare, he knew she wasn't going to let him off that easy.
As the seconds ticked by, Hermione was beginning to think he wasn't going to say anything else, but then…
"I keep remembering… thinking about the fight in the graveyard," Harry finally said. His smile was long gone.
Hermione scooted closer and grabbed up both of his hands, "Oh, Harry," she said softly. She knew he was still having nightmares. On several occasions, she had woken in the middle of the night sensing something was wrong. She had quietly made her way to him, only to find him trashing around silently in his sleep, while demons from his past tormented him. Hermione had found, that all she had to do was; hold his hand, or run her fingers through his hair while she talked softly to him, whispering words of endearment. The effect was always immediate. Harry would quickly calm, and Hermione would slip back to her room as quietly as she had come. Thankfully, her own nightmares were now safely at bay.
Wanting to help, she asked, "Is it about what happened to Cedric?" Harry slowly shook his head no. "Is it what you did… what you did to Avery?" Again no. Hermione leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. Apparently, this was something else, she waited. He'd tell her when he was ready.
They had sat in silence for nearly an hour, neither saying a word. It was Harry who finally broke the utter stillness. "When we fought, I knew he was dangerous, and powerful… so I focused on him. I gave him my full attention. I threw every ounce of power I had into my spells. Voldemort swatted them away, the same way you or I might swat away a pesky fly." Harry looked away and shook his head, "I was trying as hard as I could to at least hurt him, and he was barely paying attention. He knew I wasn't a treat. He just laughed and grew bored."
"Yet you still managed to find a way to save Gabrielle and get away," Hermione offered, hoping he'd see some positive aspect of the encounter.
Harry's head snapped back around, "It was a fluke, Hermione!" he said, clearly agitated. "Arrogance and over confidence on Voldemort's part. Some weird form of wand magic; 'Prior Incantato', Dumbledore said. And luck… pure dumb luck!" Harry calmed, "If I ever have to face him again… I doubt he'll make the same mistake twice. I just don't see how I can ever hope to win a fight against him."
Hermione sat up and turned to face Harry directly, "Harry, I don't think you give yourself enough credit. Yes, he's powerful and knows far more magic than you, but you are learning more every day. You are growing stronger every day. You're closing the gap Harry."
"Still…"
"Harry look at me," Hermione commanded. "I've seen you face incredibly over whelming odds and come out on top. Last year… all year, you faced challenges far beyond what one could expect from a fourth-year, and yet you not only survived, you exceeded all expectations. Luck and a fluke weren't the only reasons you came back alive, Harry. You're better that that. You may not know much now, but you make use of what you know better than anyone I know. We'll keep working hard… we'll work harder, and next time, you'll be ready." Hermione squeezed his hands, "And next time, you won't be alone." Harry felt his insides clench, that was an even bigger problem, and unfortunately it wasn't one he could talk to her about… at least not yet.
Sitting there, Harry stared back into her eyes. They were so strong and sure. They gave him confidence, but he still had doubts. "Hermione how can you be so certain?"
Hermione smiled, "I've told you before Harry, because I believe in you. You have the will, and the strength, but most importantly, you have a reason to win. It's true, I know it's true, and I know you can do it… And I believe it with all my heart."
Harry nodded and smiled back, "I wish I had your conviction." All Harry knew for sure to be true, was that Hermione would follow him through the gates of hell if he let her, and that was something he just couldn't allow.
"Does that help any Harry?" Hermione asked hopefully.
Harry shrugged, "Maybe… I don't know. I guess I just need a little time to think about." He leaned over and gave her a kiss, and then stood, "Thanks Hermione, I think I'll go lie down."
As he walked away, Hermione said after him with a smirk, "Just remember Harry, I'm always right."
~oOoOo~
"Harry, you got a minute?" Dan asked, after stepping into his room.
Harry sat up, "Sure, what's up Mr. Granger?"
Dan smiled, "Harry, for the sake of this conversation, it's just Dan, okay? An older man, talking to a younger man."
"Okay," Harry said slowly.
"A little while ago, when I walked in to see Hermione, and you were just leaving, I couldn't help but notice you both looked upset."
Harry shrugged his shoulders, then nodded, "Yeah, a little I guess."
Dan gave Harry a gentle smile, "After you left, I asked Hermione if anything was wrong. All she would say, was that she wasn't sure, and that it was personal. She also said she didn't think she should be the one to say anything." Dan saw the panic in Harry's eyes, and he didn't want him to think he was in some sort of trouble. "Harry, relax, she told me it wasn't anything bad, just… well personal. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. Honest, nothing at all. I didn't come in here to pry into your personal life. I came in because I thought… well sometimes a young man needs to talk to another man, sometimes an older man about… you know… things. We both know there are some things that are hard to talk about with a girlfriend, or even a wife."
Harry nodded in comprehension, but didn't say anything. A moment later, he turned and stared at Dan, wondering if he might actually be able to understand. Harry knew he was smart, that he was a good man, and father. Harry also knew that he had fought in a war.
When Harry turned his gaze on him, Dan paused. There was so much emotion in his eyes. And at the same time, his look was faraway, as if he were thinking of things far too serious for someone his age. Dan couldn't help but feel that he was being judged, and he had wonder if he'd be found worthy. "Harry, if this has something to do with Hermione and you don't want me to say anything to her, I won't… as long as it's nothing that will hurt her."
Harry looked away, "I don't keep secrets from Hermione." Turning back, he said with a half-smile, "She's not sure what's wrong, because I'm not sure what's wrong."
Dan nodded, then looked down at his hands for a moment in thought. "It's nothing specific; not something you can point too, but something is bothering you and she can tell." After Harry nodded, Dan went on, "Is it a feeling, something you feel very strongly about. Or perhaps something you're not sure about, or maybe afraid of?"
Harry had to give Dan credit; the Granger women may be incredibly smart, but he was certainly no dummy, not by a long shot. 'Maybe he would understand,' he thought.
"She has so much faith in me," Harry started, "she believes in me… without any doubts."
Dan tilted his head slightly, not quite understanding where this was going. "Is that a problem Harry?"
"Voldemort, a few weeks ago, when I had to fight him… it was a joke. I fought as hard as I could, and it hardly made a difference. I was no threat to him, and he knew it… he was just playing with me. I only got away because of some freak wand magic… and a lot of luck."
Dan was taken back, he had been sure this was going to be about some silly teenage romance problem or something. However, this was far from silly. "Harry that all may be so, but the important thing is, you got away, it doesn't matter how."
"I know," Harry said, "but what about next time?" Harry looked down, "I'll probably have to face him again someday. I don't think the wand thing will help next time, and… well luck has a way of running out when you need it the most." Harry looked back up, "He has such a huge head start. I doubt I can learn enough before he comes for me again. Next time… he'll probably kill me."
It was obvious to Dan that Harry had thought long and hard about this. 'He's talked himself into thinking he's going to die, so he doesn't see the point in trying,' Dan thought. "Harry, you can't lose confidence, you can't give up."
Harry shook his head quickly and said rather angrily, "You don't understand. I won't give up… never. But I still don't see me winning." Harry voice dropped as he went on, "That's not the problem. It's Hermione."
Dan's eyes widened, "How is she a problem? What has she…?" He stopped when Harry turned and looked at him, Harry had tears in his eyes.
"Hermione won't quit either, and she'll insist on helping, on being there." Harry wiped angrily at his tears with the back of his arm, "I can't lose her. I won't risk her life."
Now it all made sense. Dan wanted to say 'Good,' but he didn't. That wouldn't have done anyone, any good anyway. Dan was glad he and Harry felt the same way about involving Hermione in this fight, but he also knew how Hermione felt. Harry was probably right, she'd insist on being right at his side. McGonagall's words about them being protective of each other came to mind again. It really was amazing how strongly they fought for each other considering their age. He wasn't sure if he even knew of an adult couple who were that close. And if she decided she was going to run off with Harry, Dan was pretty sure, neither he, nor Harry would be able to stop her. The only way Dan could see to keep his little girl out of harm's way, was to make sure Harry got all the help he needed, and maybe, if they had enough time, he might just learn enough to beat this Voldemort guy. Now all he had to do was convince Harry of that.
"Harry, even though Hermione believes you can do this if you have to, you don't, is that right?"
"Yeah," Harry said softly.
"But you believe in Hermione don't you. You trust her…right? Dan reminded him.
"Yes, of course I do… that's what so confusing." Harry turned away and stared out the window. A distant stare, the kind you see on someone when they're looking for something and can't find it. "I want to believe, I really do… but I'm just not sure it's… true." Harry suddenly became interested in some lint on his pants. "How can you believe in something if it might not be true?"
Dan felt for Harry. No one should have to deal with these kinds of problems, especially someone his age. He had no idea what would eventually become of Harry, but he did know the young man in front of him needed help, and maybe in this case, he could do something his daughter couldn't.
Dan sat down on the bed and turned towards Harry; he needed his full attention. "Harry, I want you to look at me, and I want you to listen to what I have to say, very carefully."
Harry turned and looked at Dan, a second later he gave him a single nod.
"Harry… If you want to believe in something, then believe it. Just because something may not be true, does not mean you can't believe in it." Dan paused for a second. "Sometimes the things that may or may not be true, are the things a man needs to believe in the most. Things like;"
"That people are basically good, and honor, courage, and virtue mean everything."
"That power and money, money and power mean nothing."
"That good always triumphs over evil…"
"That love… True love never dies."
Dan looked away for a moment, then nodded to himself, as if to reaffirm his own beliefs. "So you see Harry, it doesn't matter if they're true or not. A man should believe in those things, because those are things worth believing in." Dan put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "And Harry, you should believe in yourself for the same reason, because you are worth believing in."
"Good always triumphs over evil?" Harry asked, then looked down, "I'm not sure, I'm all that good."
"Why do you say that Harry?"
Harry looked up and stared at Dan with desperate eyes, "I killed a man Mr. Granger. How can you do that, and still be a good man?"
Dan leaned back and tried to hide his surprise, he hadn't heard about that. "Was it during the fight in the graveyard?"
Harry nodded slowly.
Dan had heard from Amelia during one of their many talks, that the fight in the graveyard had been bad. She had called it, 'A fight for your life,' kind of fight. However, other than the other boy, Cedric, he hadn't heard of anybody else dying. Since Amelia wasn't pressing any charges, Dan knew it must have been in self-defense.
Dan thought back to the tale, "As I recall, they had already killed one of your classmates, and were getting ready to kill more. They were going to kill you eventually, as well; right? You were in fear for your life, and the life of your friends, right?" After a little nod from Harry, he went on, "Harry… you did what you had to do."
"Did I? Did I have to actually kill him? I could have just wounded him, but I was… I was so angry!" Harry nearly yelled.
Dan still occasionally had nightmares from just his short time in the army. Try as he might, he couldn't quite imagine what kind of nightmare the young man in front of him had.
Dan gave Harry a small, gentle, and honest smile, and said, "Harry, I would have been far more worried about you if you hadn't been angry. It's the good in you, that made you feel that way." Dan waited a second to let Harry think about that. "Harry, emotions, especially strong ones, affect our decisions, but at the time, you made the best one you could. Right or wrong, it doesn't matter now. You learn from it… and you live with it. It doesn't do any good to start second guessing yourself." Dan looked away and sighed, "I've seen the evil men can do Harry, and like you, I've had a taste of fighting it." Looking back at Harry, he said, "I certainly don't know all the answers, but I do know this; good men, always judge themselves far more severely than they judge others."
Slowly the lost, distant look in Harry's eyes faded. Replaced by a more confident and determined one as he focused on the meaning behind the words he just heard. Harry smiled, a real genuine smile, the first one in the last couple of days since he started worrying about Voldemort.
Dan smiled too, he knew they'd have many more talks about this in the future, but for now anyway, the storm had passed. "Feeling better then Harry?"
"Yes Sir."
Dan chuckled, it seemed Harry would never call him Dan. "I'm glad I could help." However, since they were back on a more normal or even, formal footing, Dan decided to broach another subject. With Harry finally looking relaxed, Dan figured now was as good as it was going to get for a while to ask the next question. "Harry… ah, I honestly didn't come in here to ask this, but… well since we're here, do you mind if I ask you a more personal question?"
Harry's good mood dimed a little at the thought of the conversation turning serious again, but considering the situation, he thought Dan had every right to ask him anything he wanted. "No, I guess not."
Dan cleared his throat, "Well, first of all, I want you to know, that I think you're a fine young man, and I've seen how protective you are with my daughter. I appreciate that… I really do." Dan couldn't help but notice the easy and relaxed look in Harry's eyes was gone. At the mention of Hermione, the young man sitting across become more… focused. He stared back at him with an intensity that made it hard to maintain eye contact. It made him wonder what kind of emotions he'd show after he asked his question.
"I guess what I want to know Harry, is why?" Dan paused just for a second, "Why do you feel that way, and what exactly causes those feelings?" Again Dan paused, this time a little longer, "Harry, as a father I have to ask; in regards to the future… what are your intentions towards Hermione?"
Harry looked away for a moment as he thought about his answer. Dan was right of course, he was protective of her. He easily admitted to himself, that he'd fight anyone, or anything that tried to harm her; even a dragon again if it came to that. Why? The answer was easy. It still amazed him that Hermione had those kinds of feelings for him. He had asked her once why; not believing he deserved her devotion, why she tried so hard to help him, to care for him, especially when he had acted poorly. Remembering her answer brought a smile back to his face, "Because you're worth it,"she had said. Harry smile grew as he remembered something else, she had recently said, "Remember, I'm always right."
Turning back to Dan, still smiling, he started, "I still wonder sometimes if I'm worthy of her… affection and devotion. Thankfully, she's convinced that I am… and I couldn't be more grateful. Hermione is so caring and thoughtful. She has more courage than anyone I know. And of course, you'd have to be off your nut, not to see how brilliant she is. But I'm sure you know all that." Harry looked down and nodded to himself, "Hermione is very special… one of a kind really." Looking back up, he looked Dan in the eye as he finished, "You asked why...? Because Hermione is the most important person in the world to me."
Dan was taken back by both the intensity in his eyes, and the sincerity in his voice. Still, he needed to make sure. "Hermione has never done anything half-heartedly. When she commits to something, she gives it her all." Now Dan paused, it was his turn to pin Harry with a sharp stare. "Do you know how special that is Harry? Do you realize how lucky you are?"
Without hesitating, Harry answered, "I do, Sir." He knew what Dan was really worried about; that someday, his feeling might change, and he'd leave Hermione… break her heart. Harry sat up a little taller and shook his head once as he said softly, "I would never hurt her."
As Dan regarded the young man in front of him, he had to remind himself, that he was only fourteen, well nearly fifteen. Yet at times like this, times when the conversation or situation turned serious, he acted and behaved far older than his years would dictate he should. He had the soul of a man in the body of a boy.
A moment later Dan smiled; it seemed both his wife and his daughter had been right about him all along. Dan believed Harry meant what he had said.
Standing up, Dan reached out his hand for Harry to shake. "Harry, as long as you keep thinking like that, you'll have no problems with me."
Harry stood and took Dan's hand, "Thank you, Sir."
"Harry, are you ever going to call me Dan?"
Harry looked down and smiled as he remembered a drug induced vision of the future, "I hope so, someday."
Dan just quirked a brow. Then laughing, he clapped Harry on the back and said, "Come on Harry, let's go cheer up your girlfriend."
~oOoOo~
It was the day before the party. Harry had further decided, he'd celebrate his own birthday, a day early; the same day as Neville's. Plus, as it turned out, July thirtieth fell on a Sunday, a good day for a party. Next year, if Neville agreed, they could reverse it, and celebrate on the thirty-first.
Dan was up early, before anyone one else, but he knew they'd be down soon, and so was starting breakfast. He had only just finished making coffee when his wife walked in. "Morning dear, have a seat and I'll pour you a cup," he offered.
"Umm, thank you, it smells good," Emma said with a smile.
He had no sooner set the cup down in front of his wife, when a sleepy Harry and Hermione shuffled in. Dan smiled at the sight of the two teens still in pajamas, complete with bed tossed hair. A moment later he chuckled quietly to himself, 'I must be going soft,'he thought. After all, what self-respecting father would smile at the sight of his daughter entering a room with her boyfriend, when it was obvious, they both had just gotten out of bed. Of course, he knew it was just a coincidence that they had woken up at the same time, and that they had actually slept in separate rooms. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice was telling him, someday, that wouldn't be the case. Dan grabbed two more cups, he'd worry about that when the time came.
As Emma sipped her coffee, she eyed the two sitting comfortably close to each across the table with thoughts similar to her husband's running through her head. Then with a cheeky grin asked, "So, sleep well?"
Neither caught the joke. Harry just nodded, while Hermione mumbled, "Need more sleep," before laying her head down on Harry shoulder and closing her eyes.
"I guess that means, no running this morning?"
Hermione sat back up and reached up over her head in a long leisurely stretch, like a cat waking from a nap. "Nope," she said after a yawn, "we've decided, we need a day off." Harry smiled.
Emma nodded back with a knowing smile of her own. Judging by the sly look on Harry's face, some of that down time would include a fair bit of snogging.
Hermione noticed the look on her mother's face and knew what she was thinking; sometimes, she wished her mum wasn't so perceptive. A few days back they'd finally had that long overdue talk about Harry, and to her mortification, a very detailed review on the facts-of-life. Hermione had made a mental note at the time, to find a less embarrassing way to discuss the birds and the bees with her own children when the time came.
Hermione turned and stared at Harry, wondering if he, had ever had the 'talk'. Ultimately, it didn't matter she decided; if necessary, she'd tell him, or teach him anything he needed to know. She knew they were nowhere near ready for that in their relationship; and that she'd probably have to instigate it when the time did come, because Harry was just too noble for his own good sometimes. Later, when she pictured herself having that talk with Harry, she was astonished to think, it really wouldn't be that hard, or embarrassing; she really could talk to him about anything, and that put a smile on her face.
A sudden shriek from her left, had Hermione spinning around to see what the problem was. After screaming, her mother had jumped up and was reaching for a frying pan. The source of all the commotion was standing on the table… "Dobby?"
Harry quickly got up and hurried over to calm Emma, before she took a swing at the unsuspecting house-elf.
Dobby, seeing the frightened women turned and took a step towards Hermione. "I is being sorry Miss Grangy. Dobby not mean to scare anyone. No… Dobby is here to help."
"Hermione Jane… what on earth is… that?"
"It's okay, Mrs. Granger," Harry said as calmly as possible, "He's our friend, Dobby." At her shocked look, Harry laughed, "Really Mrs. Granger, he's a friend. Dobby is a house-elf, and they have their own special kind of magic." Emma was having a hard time taking her eyes off the strange little creature, but when she finally looked at Harry, he continued, "We've known him for a couple of years now. Sometimes he's a… well a little eccentric, but he always means well." Harry nodded at Dan to follow, and then took Emma by the hand, "Come on, I'll introduce you."
"Dobby," Harry called, getting the little guys attention, "I'd like to introduce you to Hermione's parents; this is Mrs. Emma Granger, and her husband, Dr. Danial Granger… they are both non-magical."
Dobby hoped off the table and practically bounced over to them. "Oh, Dobby is most honored to meet yous. Yous must be very great Muggles to be having such a great witch."
Complimenting their daughter helped to calm Hermione's parents. After Dan and Emma somewhat cautiously shook hands with Dobby, Harry asked, "It's good to see you again Dobby, but if you don't mind me asking; what are you doing here?'
"Dobby already says, but Dobby don't mind. Dobby is here to help. Dobby hears at school, that Harry Potter and his friends are having a party tomorrow. Dobby can help make very special."
"Ah, Dobby, you do understand this is a non-magical home? That we have to be careful with magic, if there are other Muggles around… that is, besides my parents?" Hermione asked patiently.
Dobby turned to her, "Oh yes Miss Grangy, Dobby knows not to be seen or do magic in front of Muggles," as if it was obvious.
"Well Dobby, that great and all, but it's really up to Mr. and Mrs. Grangy, I mean Granger. It being their home after all," Harry said after a shake of his head. 'I've got to be careful, or I'll end up talking like an elf,' he thought.
Dobby ran back over and stood in front of the Grangers. "Please let Dobby help. He'll do anything you ask; He can clean, cook… oh, Dobby can make a cake, a great cake…" he begged with the most pleading eyes either had ever seen.
Emma looked at husband, who only shrugged. Then to Harry and Hermione, hoping for a bit more input. Their large smiles told her, everything would be okay. Looking down at Dobby's hopeful expression, she said, "I guess we could always use a little more help…" She never finished, but did let out a started yelp, as the extremely happy Dobby wrapped himself around her leg.
"Thank yous Mrs. Grangy," Dobby said nearly in tears. Then after pulling himself together, Dobby stepped back and asked with a huge smile, "What would Mrs. Grangy have Dobby do first?"
"Ah…" Emma was still a little rattled by Dobby's overly excited nature, and so turned to Hermione for help.
"Dobby," Hermione said, "Why don't you come sit down with us for now? We still don't know quite what we're going to do. You can help us decide."
"Yeah Dobby, come on over and have some breakfast while we figure it out," Harry added.
That was all it took. Dobby started crying in earnest. "Harry Potter Sir and his Miss Grangy are always so good to Dobby…"
Dan turned to his wife and mouthed, "His, Miss Grangy?"
Even though she thought Dobby was more right than wrong, Emma just patted her husband's arm and smiled in a slightly condescending manner, "It's just his way of talking dear."
Dan went back to the stove to finish making breakfast, while Emma joined the kids and their new guest at the table. In short order, they had worked out a few things like; what kind of food to serve, and what type of cake Dobby would make. About the only thing left, was what kind of activities they might do.
A few minutes later, Tonks wondered in. By then Dobby had settled down and was enjoying some toast with jam, and a cup of coffee. Tonks paused at the sight for only a moment, then shrugged her shoulders and made her way over to the counter to fix herself something to eat. As far as she was concerned, it was way too early, to worry about how and where the Grangers got a house-elf.
With uncanny timing, Remus showed up just a couple of minutes later with Sirius. The Granger kitchen was quickly filling up. Sirius went to sit next to his cousin, but was shooed away. Tonks claimed the seat was reserved for people she liked. Sirius of course, responded as expected, by sticking his tongue out, and blowing her a raspberry before sitting down next to Dobby. Once done expressing his feeling towards Tonks, Sirius gave Dobby a curious glance. Dobby, happy to be part of everything, smiled back and then returned to his breakfast as if he did this every morning.
When Sirius looked back up, Remus was sitting next to Tonks and smiling at something she had said. Sirius noticed Harry was watching him with a smirk, wondering what he'd do or say next. Discussing the seating arrangement would only get him in trouble he decided, so he let it go. Returning his attention to Remus, Sirius said, "You see Moony, this is what I mean," Sirius gestured to Dobby. "Good families get good house-elves. Bad families get elves like that little…"
"Sirius!" Hermione half-yelled in warning.
Sirius took one look at Hermione and changed not only his tone, but what he was going to call his elf. He cleared his throat, "That… little guy Kreacher."
Remus laughed at how easily Hermione had his best friend towing the line.
"Shut it Moony," was all he'd dare say at the moment. Trying to ignore Remus's smirk, he turned to Harry, "So pup, what's the plan for tomorrow?"
"Well, we're still working on that," Harry started. "People can show any time after noon, I guess we can just hang out and get caught up. Then at five we'll have dinner and cake." Harry's smile grew as he added, "And then of course… we'll open presents!"
Sirius jumped up dramatically, "Presents? No one said anything about gifts!"
Dobby stared up at him in shock, wondering how he could not have gotten his own godson a gift.
Remus sighed and shook his head at his friend's antics, "Sit down Padfoot, no one here is going to believe you forgot to get a gift."
Sirius sat back down and winked at Dobby; who was now looking totally confused. "Fine, go ahead and spoil my surprise, Moony," he finished with a smile.
Hermione, even though she was enjoying the banter between Sirius and Remus, wanted to get back to planning. "You know, I was thinking, most of our guest tomorrow will have little or no experience with a Muggle home; maybe we could do some regular Muggle things."
Tonks sat up, always interested in something new, especially things Muggle; it was becoming a minor obsession, "Like what?"
Hermione's brows scrunched together as she thought, "Well, maybe some board games, or charades, maybe twister."
"How about spin-the-bottle," Tonks suggested, while wiggling her eye brows.
Hermione smiled, but ignored her, "Oh, we could watch a video!"
"How about a sleep-over?" Emma offered. As far as she was concerned, the more time the others spent here, the more time she'd have to get to know them, and the more time she could spend with her daughter. Emma had always hated the fact that their worlds were so separate, like there was an invisible wall between them. She knew, that spending time together would help bring down that wall, at least a little. "If they spend the night, you'll have more time to play your games, she added, hoping to sell the idea. She really hadn't needed to worry, both Harry and Hermione were flashing big smiles at the idea.
"Mum, that's a great idea," Hermione beamed.
"Pajama party! With pillow fights? That's more than a great idea young lady… it's fantastic!" Sirius said with a grin that went from ear to ear.
Emma knew Sirius was only kidding, but she still had to respond, "Let's not get too crazy… Padfoot," She said in a motherly fashion.
~oOoOo~
Hermione left the kitchen with a glass of juice, and a piece of toast in search of Harry. It was still early, and being the day of the party, everyone else had slept in anticipating a long day. Entering the living room, she stopped, there sat Harry in a big easy chair reading a text book, even though they had decided to take the day off. Hermione shook her head with a soft smile, then walked in and sat down quietly on the couch, so as not to disturb him. She'd finish her breakfast and wait for him to take a break before saying good morning. However, just as she was taking the last bit of toast, she noticed what he was reading. Deciding not to wait, she sat her juice down, and asked clearly surprised, "Harry, is that my old Arithmancy book?"
Harry looked up. He had been so engrossed in the book, he hadn't notice Hermione coming in. "Yeah, he said a little sheepishly, "I hope you don't mind, but I nicked it off your bookshelf a couple of weeks ago. It's last year's text book, so I didn't think you'd miss it."
Hermione gave him a tiny shrug, "No, I don't mind… I did say you were welcome to anything on the shelf. But I did think you'd pick out something a little more fun to read than a school book." Getting up, she went to stand behind him; she wanted to see where he was at.
"Chapter eight Harry? How can you be that far along in just two weeks?"
Harry wiggled his brow, "Easy, since I'm not actually trying to get into the class, I don't have to read everything. I skip the boring parts."
Hermione shook her head again, "If you're going to study, you should be reading your Ancient Runes text book."
"It's my day off, besides, I'm not studying, I'm reading this out of curiosity… kinda for fun."
Hermione laughed, "I'm a bad influence on you."
"Or a good one; depending on how you look at it," Harry smirked.
"Well, just don't let Professor McGonagall see you reading it; it would probably give her a heart attack," Hermione said jokingly.
~oOoOo~
It was a little before noon, and everyone was gathered in the kitchen, waiting for the first of the guests to arrive. Sirius, who had spent the night, stood up, "Well pup, I best be on my way before the dog catcher shows up."
"Yeah, it's too bad, I wish you could stay," Harry said glumly.
"Don't worry pup, next year we'll make up for it and throw one hell of a party. Okay?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, okay, but I wish you'd let me open your present at least."
"Harry, I told you, it's from Remus too. Besides, you won't have to explain why you got it early if you just let him give it to you. Now cheer up, I'll see you in a few days and you can tell me what you think." After giving Harry a manly hug goodbye, Sirius headed out back and disapparated.
~oOoOo~
A little while later, Harry and Hermione decided to make lunch for everyone. They were just putting the meal on the table when Dumbledore showed up.
"Hello everyone," Dumbledore said brightly. "Happy birthday Mr. Potter; albeit a day early," he added as he handed Harry a small package. Then turning to Hermione, he handed her a package as well. At her surprised look, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid it is not for you. You see, I cannot stay long. So, I am going to ask a small favor of you; would you be so kind and give that to Mr. Longbottom for me?" Dumbledore glanced around, "I assume, he is not here yet."
"No Sir, not yet," Hermione said, as she set the gift down on a small table in the corner. "Are you staying for lunch?"
"No, I am afraid not. Cornelius insisted on meeting with me today. And I am quite certain, you do not need two old wizards talking politics at your party."
"Well, thank you for taking the time to stop by anyway, Sir. Maybe next time you can stay longer," Harry said. Although, he really didn't mean it, and was actually happy that Dumbledore wasn't staying today.
Dumbledore smiled, "Indeed, I would very much like that. Now, I must be off; please give my best to everyone."
~oOoOo~
"Oy! Not bad you two," Tonks said as she wiped at the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
"I have you know, we make the best chicken salad sandwiches, this side of the channel," Harry said, as he put his arm around Hermione, who was nodding in agreement.
Tonks smiled, but before she could respond, several soft pops from the backyard announced the arrival of a small group of people. A moment later, the unmistakable hollering of Molly Weasley; as she ordered her family about, told them all who was just about to enter the kitchen.
Tonks stood up, "I'll just check on the wards… out front."
"Chicken," Harry said with a smirk.
Tonks nodded, "Live to fight another day," she said as she slipped out through the living room.
As Emma entered the kitchen, she was still looking back over her shoulder at a fleeing Tonks, "What on earth…"
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, far louder than necessary even if he had been hard of hearing; which of course he wasn't.
Harry stood to greet her, "Hello Mrs. Weasley… oufff." He barely got out, before being wrapped up in a tight hug.
After a very long couple of seconds, she released him, "How are you dear?"
"Better now that he can breathe, mum," Ginny said with a snicker.
"Hush you, and help your brothers with the food," Molly said
Emma moved in to help, "Mrs. Weasley, you shouldn't have, we have plenty of…"
"Non-sense dearie," Molly interrupted, "Wizard folk are a bit fussy about what they eat. I didn't want anyone to go hungry." Looking around the kitchen, Molly sighed, "Huf… well it will just have to do."
If it hadn't been her kitchen, her home; Emma would have probably gone on out and joined Tonks on the ward line. Deciding to take the offensive, Emma said, "Mrs. Weasley, if there is something about a Muggle kitchen you don't understand, just ask, and I'll do my best to explain things to you." The last part coming out a little stronger than normal.
Molly turned and stared at Emma; the mother of the girl who was monopolizing all of Harry's summer. "Thank you, but I think I know my way around the kitchen… even one as…"
"Mrs. Weasley, may I have a word please," said McGonagall in a stern voice. She had entered the kitchen with Pomfrey only a moment after the Weasleys, and only needed a few seconds to see that a storm was quickly brewing. Meanwhile, not wanting to get between these two particular women, Mr. Weasley, and the kids left for the living room.
Molly stepped over, "Hello Minerva, Poppy," she said, as if there was nothing wrong.
McGonagall raised a brow. She knew how Mrs. Weasley was about food, and cooking. She also knew, that she could be quite domineering, if left unchecked. "Molly, I have had the pleasure of enjoying several excellent meals; Muggle meals, here at the Granger home. I can assure you, no one will go hungry."
"Yes, but…"
"May I also remind you, that you and your family are guests here."
"Well, if the food is as good as you say, then I'll just relax and let them handle it," Molly relented.
McGonagall smiled, "An excellent idea." Then after Molly moved to the table and sat down, McGonagall turned to Emma and winked.
Emma chuckled, then tipped her head in a silent thank you before getting started on what she had come in for in the first place, dinner. Turning back to the counter, Emma jumped. There sitting on the counter swinging his feet back and forth like he didn't have a care in the world, was Dobby. "Oh, ah… hello Dobby," she said awkwardly. She was still trying to get use to him just showing up whenever there was work to do.
"Hello to yous, Mrs. Grangy," Dobby said with a huge smile. After he had finished the cake, everybody thought he was going to leave. Hermione of course asked him to stay, which he accepted without hesitation.
"I was just going to make some hors d'oeuvres to hold everyone over until dinner. Would you like to make some sandwiches to go with them in case someone would like something a bit more substantial?"
"Dobby will be happy to do that Mrs. Grangy."
~oOoOo~
Out in the living room, Harry and Hermione had just finished sharing hugs and handshakes with the Weasleys, when Mr. Weasley suddenly got excited.
"Oh, it that one of those tele… err, ah, picture box things," Arthur said, as he quickly made his way over to the television. "How does it work; can you show me something?" He asked, sounding almost like a small child.
Hermione walked over, "Sure, it looks like there is still a tape in the VCR, I'll just play that for you," she said.
~oOoOo~
With Dobby's help, Emma was just putting the food out, when Amelia and a shy looking young girl with her hair worn in a long plait, came in. "Amelia! Oh I'm so glad you could make it." Then turning to the girl standing suspiciously close to her aunt, she said, "And you must be Susan, I've heard a lot of good things about you, young lady."
Amelia was very proud of her niece, and had mentioned her accomplishments more than once during her visits. Smiling down at her, she nodded once and gently coached her forward.
Susan, who wasn't normally this shy, simply felt out of place. One for being in a Muggle home, and second, for being around Harry Potter. It wasn't as if she didn't know him, she just never really spent much time around him. At school, once in a while, they would talk briefly about class or something, but the conversation never lasted long. There was a couple of times when she'd been around him a bit longer, but they had always been in a group, and of course, Hannah had been there. It was times like this, that she really missed her best friend.
"A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Granger. Thank you for inviting me," she said finally.
"Your most welcome my dear, but it was Harry's idea," Emma said. Then gesturing towards the living room, she added, "The rest of the kids are in there. Why don't you go join them, I'm sure they'll be glad to see you."
Susan glanced at her aunt to make sure it was okay, then started for the door.
Emma turned to Madam Bones and touched her arm to regain her attention, "She's adorable Amelia, I can see why you think so highly of her."
"Thank you, she is a bright spot in my life," Amelia said softly, "and I'm glad she is making such good friends."
"Speaking of friends, looks like we have a few more," Emma said as she ticked her head towards the back door.
An older, distinctive looking witch wearing a very peculiar looking hat, had just walked in. She was followed a rather nervous young boy. Spotting Amelia, she stopped, and tipped her head ever so slightly, but didn't say anything. She was obviously waiting to be introduced.
A moment later Remus came in with yet another boy, and a young girl with long blond hair. "Sorry, I ran into… Well, that's not important," he said. Remus took two more steps into the room and then turned sideways to make the introductions. "Emma, may I introduce, Madam Augusta Longbottom and her son, Neville Longbottom. Madam, this is the mother of Hermione Granger, Mrs. Emma Granger." Glancing at Amelia, he added, "And of course you already know Madam Bones."
"Welcome to my home Madam Longbottom, and Neville, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Thank you Mrs. Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, my Neville speaks quite highly of your daughter."
"Thank you. Both Hermione and Harry have told me many wonderful things about your grandson. Would you care to join us, and have some tea?"
"That does sound lovely, but I'm afraid I must decline this time. I mainly wanted to meet you first, before just sending Neville over, it didn't seem proper. However, before I go, I would like to return the hospitality, and invite you and your family; which for now I assume includes Mr. Potter, over for dinner sometime before schools starts," Augusta said rather primly.
Emma smiled, "I would be delighted, as I'm sure my husband would. Just send word as to when, and we'll make the time."
"Very well then, I look forward to our next meeting," Augusta said mildly surprised. She thought the Grangers might be a little intimidated by the idea of having dinner in a magical home. Amelia's opinion of them seemed to be spot on. 'Perhaps we should, consider asking her to join the group,' she thought. Putting the thought aside for later, she turned to Neville, "I expect you to be on your best behaver."
"Yes ma'am," Neville said, nervously.
Looking at Remus, Augusta said, "Remus, if he misbehaves, you are to bring him home at once."
"Of course, Madam."
"Then if you would all excuse me, I'll take my leave." With that, Augusta Longbottom left as formally as she had arrived.
Walking over to the other young boy and girl standing patiently next to Remus, Emma asked, "And who might this strapping young man, and beautiful young lady be?"
Remus smiled, "This would be Seamus Finnigan, an Irish lad who said he had nothing better to do this weekend."
"Is that so, well lucky for him, we just happen to be having a party," Emma said with a chuckle.
Seamus colored a bit at the teasing, but found his voice, "Thank ma'am for having me."
Putting his hand on top of the blond girl's head, Remus added, "And this charming girl is, Luna Lovegood; reporter for 'The Quibbler,' but I'm told, she is currently off duty." The last part said seriously, but with a smile.
"Hello Mrs. Granger," Luna said simply, before allowing her eyes to roam around the kitchen as if she'd never seen one before.
Emma smiled, "Welcome, both of you. Now, why don't you lot go into the living room and let Harry know you're here." As soon as they were gone, Emma joined Molly and Amelia at the table. "They all seem like good children, I'm glad there all friends."
~oOoOo~
"Well, look what the kneazle dragged in," Harry said with a huge smile.
Everyone turned to see Neville, Seamus, and Luna standing in the doorway.
"Hey everyone," Neville said, as he moved a little closer to Luna, who just smiled and slipped her hand into his.
Seamus stepped forward, and said with a hint of mischief, "Heard you were having a party, thought you might need a little help with that, so here I am."
More hugs and handshakes all around, and slowly everyone started to settle down. As Neville and Luna sat down on the couch together, it was clearly obvious their relationship had changed. Harry and Hermione shared a look, but it was Hermione who asked the question, "So, Luna, it's great to see you. How has your summer been so far, any exciting news?"
"It's good to see you too, Hermione, and you as well, Harry," Luna said innocently. Then she looked up at the ceiling as if in deep thought, a second later she went on, "I'm having a great summer, and yes I have some news, but I have to wait for Neville, before I say anything."
"Oh…" Hermione said. Then both she and Harry turned and stared at Neville, grinning like Cheshire cats.
Neville quickly turned to Luna, "Luna, it's okay, you can tell them."
"But, I thought you said that, 'You couldn't wait to tell them'?"
"I meant either one of us could…" Neville smiled, "Never mind, thanks." Looking back at Harry and Hermione, Neville said plainly, "In case it isn't completely obvious… I asked Luna to be my girlfriend, and she…"
"I said yes!" Luna finished.
Hermione squealed and plopped down next to Luna on the couch, and wrapped her up in a tight hug. "Oh, Luna, that is exciting news."
Harry, a little more reserved, just stuck out his hand, "Way to go, mate."
A moment later, and both Ginny and Susan, had joined Hermione in hugging Luna. Fred and George of course, took full advantage of the situation and started teasing Neville, while Seamus stood next to Harry and tried not to laugh at their jokes. Ron stayed by the television, and didn't say anything.
~oOoOo~
Mr. Weasley, who had been in the living room asking Hermione questions about the television, returned to the kitchen and sat down, "Fascinating home Mrs. Granger, but, ah where is Mr. Granger?"
"Oh, he only just stepped out for a time to pick up a few things. He should be home any minute now."
"Arthur, please don't start pestering him the second he walks in," Molly demanded.
"No dear, of course not."
~oOoOo~
Seamus and Harry both noticed Ron's sour mood, but before Harry could say anything, Seamus spoke up.
"Oh this is one of the best parts," referring to the movie. Everyone stopped their individual conversations and turned towards the television. Luke Skywalker was about to blow up the Death Star. A moment later, everyone cheered loudly, as the Death Star was blown into a million pieces.
~oOoOo~
A large explosion, followed by cheering from the living room, had everyone turning their heads towards the living room door, only to see Dan standing there.
Dan looked at the women sitting at the table staring back at him, a second later he realized what they wanted to know. "The kids are watching Star Wars, Luke just blew up the Death Star," he said, as if it was an everyday occurrence.
Molly looked confused, while Arthur looked disappointed that he had missed it. Amelia just nodded, figuring if it was called a Death Star, it was probably no better than a Death Eater and needed to be blown up.
~oOoOo~
Fred turned to Hermione, and asked, "So that's a movie? Not much of a story, but the picture's awesome!"
Hermione laughed, "No silly, that was just the end. My dad must have been watching it last night and never finished it. I only turned it on to show your dad."
"Ah, so there's more to it?"
"Yeah," Hermione said, nodding, "The whole movie is over two hours long. We can put it on later tonight and watch it from the start, if you guys want."
George turned to his brother, "Wicked!"
"I see you only invited your friends, Harry." It was the first thing Ron had said since he had arrived.
"And Neville's," Harry said.
"Well, how do you think Dean, and the others are going to feel about being left out?"
Ginny jumped up, "Ron, it's none of your business who Harry or Neville invite, it's their party," she snapped.
Harry waved her off, "It's okay Ginny." Looking at Ron, Harry replied, "For you information Ron, we invited all the Gryffindors in our year. Since Dean was the only one who didn't answer our invitation, I don't think he'll be too put out." Ron had been acting a little off, and kind of standoffish since he had arrived. "What wrong, Ron, you peeved with me for something?"
Ron deflated a bit, and shook his head no, "Sorry, mate, it's not you. I've got a lot going on, still trying to sort things out is all."
"Like who your friends are?" Ginny asked, her tone cold as ice. Ron glared at her but didn't say anything.
Harry studied the two for a moment, and thought something was up, but knew neither was going to say anything. He'd save that thought for later, right now he was at a party.
"Harry," Luna called, breaking the tension, "It's none of our business, so you don't have to say anything… if you don't want to." Luna paused a second, contemplating whether or not to go ahead and ask.
"About the Dursleys?" Harry offered.
Luna nodded, "I heard you had a bad go with them, are you alright now?"
Harry glanced around the room and noticed all the concerned faces. Hermione scooted closer and put her arm around him, causing Harry to relaxed somewhat. He loved that she could do that for him. Harry turned and smiled at her to let her know he appreciated the gesture. Judging by the looks on most every one's faces, he figured they had already heard quite a bit. But if they were going to start talking about what happened, Harry thought a more private place was required. "Yeah, things got pretty ugly, but let's go upstairs… to many ears down here."