Seven Strong | By : LeilaMalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 2953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“I swear, Ron’s last wish on this earth will be a plate of roast beef and mashed potatoes,” Ginny smiled softly at her brother.
“Sod off Ginny,” Ron mumbled.
“Notice how there’s no denial,” her smile faltered a bit at the piercing glare Ron was sending her way.
“Quit picking on him so much Gin, and Ron that might not be such a good idea…” said Harry, taking a pause to remember his first time inside Gringotts “… but I am hungry so I’ll let my stomach make my decision,” said Harry.
“I think breakfast sounds good, I didn’t have much for dinner last night,” said Hermione.
“Me neither,” Ginny added.
“Okay breakfast it is then, now that that’s decided than lets head out,” suggested Ron.
“Just one thing though,” said Hermione.
“What’s up, Hermione?” asked Harry.
“Well Ginny can’t apparate,” Hermione pointed out.
“Neither can Harry and me,” said Ron.
“It’s ‘Harry and I’ Ron,” Hermione corrected.
“We could fly,” Ginny suggested before Ron could catch on to what Hermione had meant, last thing they needed was for Ron and Hermione to start one of their famous arguments that could rise even the dead with how loud they could get.
“No we can’t, we’re going through the floo network,” said Harry with finality.
“Okay, floo it is than,” said Ron.
They made their way noiselessly down the stairs to the kitchen, with the help of Hermione’s ‘cloud feet’ charm. Ginny left a note for her mum on the kitchen table, so that Ms. Weasley wouldn’t send the whole ministry after them. They went over to the fire place, taking some floo powder in hand before each calling out “Diagon Alley!”. Each vanished, leaving behind an empty kitchen and stepping out into an almost empty bar, the Leaky Cauldron. Tom, the barman, greeted them as they made their way out towards ‘Merlin’s Beard’.
Once inside, they looked for an empty table to fit 4, an easy find as it was still so early in the morning, they found one by a big bay window. Out of nowhere a little note pad and a quill appeared and started to take their order, about six years ago this would have scared Hermione and Harry but by now it was just as normal as waking up in the morning. They ate, and talked about nothing important as if they were just ‘normal’ teenagers out for some fun, but they were nothing but normal, after all one of them was none other than Harry Potter ‘the-boy-who-lived’. Harry paid the bill and they left for Gringotts.
“What business do you have here?” asked the goblin at a desk near the door.
“We were given a key to vault number seven,” said Harry.
“And just who would give you a key to one of Gringotts’ vault?” asked the goblin.
“Professor Albus Dumbledore,” said Hermione.
“Do not lie to me child,” said the goblin .
“I’m not lying, Harry show him the key.”
Harry took out the key and waved it around the goblin’s nose.
“I see…” murmured the goblin as he examined the key. “Follow me.”
As the goblin got up to show them the way another one took its place at the desk, most likely so that it could help the next customer that walked in. They followed the goblin in silence until they got to the little carts that Harry knew too well from his first visit to Gringotts, when Hagrid came to get him some gold and also the ‘Sorcerer’s Stone’. This was going to be a bumpy ride.
“Now, that won’t do, there are too many of us,” Said the goblin, pointing one of his long finger at the cart that only sat three. With a flick of his finger the little cart grew two more seats and they all entered the cart, albeit with a tight fit. Harry and Ron sat on the back row that had just appeared, Ginny and Hermione took the front row.
As the goblin entered the cart he stated matter-of-factly, “We are going quite deep, you will want to fasten the straps and if you love your limbs keep them inside the cart, do not, I repeat, do not listen to those that call for you, because if you do you will be lost to them for eternity.” He smiled evilly at them and asked “Shall we go then?”
“Yeah...” said Harry a bit reluctantly.
“Can we go slow?” asked Ron timidly.
“The cart goes at the speed it wants to. I have no control over it,” said the goblin, perhaps he was grinning, but who could tell with a face like that? The cart began to move, slowly it gained speed and began to twist and turn. It flipped and flopped, and it’s passengers screamed, while the goblin laughed hysterically.
None too soon the cart slowed down. Hermione, fighting hard to keep her breakfast down, said in a very shaky voice. “Are…we…there…yet?”
“Does it look like you can get out?” answered the goblin; he wasn’t too happy, for he did not like to ride down that deep. However, he was enjoying the fear coming off in waves from the children sitting in front of him.
Out of nowhere Ron unrestrained himself and stood up.
“If you care for him, hold on to him and don’t let him get out of this cart,” said the goblin.
Harry, being the one sitting next to him, grabbed Ron by the waist trying to keep him inside the cart.
“Let me go Harry, she’s calling me. I have to go save her.”
“No Ron, there is no one there. Please sit back down...” Coaxed Harry.
“No Harry! She’s dying!” Ron began to yell.
“Ron, please mate, I can’t let you go. Just listen to me, she’s not there.”
“No you listen, she needs my help. I must save her, I love her. I must save her…”
“Ron, please, I can’t let you go,” murmured Harry, trying to soothe his best friend.
“No, Harry, you have to. She’s hurt.. and I need to save her!”
“Ron, I’m sure she’s fine.”
“No, she’s covered in blood!” Ron shouted.
“Ron, we’ll save her as soon as the cart stops,” said Hermione.
“You’re lying! You want her to die, but you’re not going to fool me!”
“Ron, stop this right now!” Hermione said, firmly pushing him back down to his seat. Harry managed to keep him down, just in time; The cart started to move fast again, it twisted and turned, until it came to a halt.
“Come out. I don’t have all day,” said the goblin.
With that they got out except for Ron who remained stationary.
“Come on Ron,” called Harry.
“Oh she was in so much pain Harry,” he said in between sobs.
“Who Ron? Who was in such pain?” Ginny asked at last.
“My….my…” He sobbed harder, “My love.”
“Where’s the key?” asked the goblin, interrupting their little moment.
“Here,” Harry handed him the key, and the goblin did a very peculiar thing. He simply blew on the key, and a small door appeared on the wall and opened itself up. The goblin went in, being that he was the only one that could fit in the door, and seconds later came out holding a green chest in his hands. Swiftly he dumped it into Harry’s arms along with the key.
“Do you want anything else from in there?” asked the goblin.
“There are more things in there?” asked Harry, surprised.
“Why yes, if I’m not mistaken just about all of Dumbledore’s prized possessions are in there.”
“How did you know that I wanted this chest then?” asked Harry with a surprised look on his face.
“Dumbledore told us that the first time you came here holding this key it would be for the chest. That’s the reason for the little door that only I could fit into, so that you wouldn’t get distracted. If you return, another door will appear, one that you can also fit into,” answered the goblin, looking very impatient at them all.
“Does anyone else possess a key to this vault?” asked Hermione.
“No child, only one key was made for this vault, shall we go back up?”
“Yes, please,” Muttered Ginny, who didn’t like being down here one bit.
They entered the cart and in seconds they were out of the cart and into the world of the living again. Even though they were all very curious about what was inside the chest they wanted to make sure that they were home, where even if they were overheard it wouldn’t be by anyone that they couldn’t trust.
The house was awfully quiet. Mr. Weasley was at work, and Mrs. Weasley was nowhere to be found. They went up to Ron and Harry’s room. They fiddled with the chest for a while trying to get it open, they tried every spell they knew but to no avail, it just wouldn’t open. They were now aggravated, well, except Hermione, she was just sitting there watching them as they struggled.
“You know, you being such a ‘Know-it-all’ you could at least try to help us instead of just watching us fail, Hermione,” Yelled Ron, frustrated that she was not helping them and frustrated that they couldn‘t open the chest.
“The key,” She said simply.
“Hermione, this is no time for riddles,” Sighed Harry.
“No Harry, the key… I think it will open the chest,” She laughed at how frustrated they were.
“Makes sense,” Ginny giggled, realizing how simple it was.
“You truly are a genius,” Said Ron hugging her.
“It doesn’t take a rocket-scientist,” She shrugged.
“A what?” asked Ginny looking very confused.
“Never mind that, go on, Harry, try the key.”
And so he did. It opened. Inside they found seven flasks with silvery smoke inside. The flasks had labels on them that, upon closer examination, Harry found that they were labeled with their names on them. There was one for the four of them. One for the Golden-trio. One for Ron and Hermione. And one for each of them alone.
“What’s in them? Is it potions to make us stronger?" Asked Ron.
“No… they’re memories,” said Harry, with a very confused look on his face.
“How do you know that Harry?” asked Hermione.
“Well I think it is at least, it reminds me of the ones that Dumbledore showed me when he was training me,” flashes of memories ran quickly through his mind, placing one again a sad look upon his face.
“It would explain why Professor McGonagall said she’d see us soon,” said Hermione.
“But how’s that supposed to help us defeat Voldemort?” asked Ginny.
“I… I don’t…I don’t know,” sighed Harry.
“I was expecting it to be a big and powerful weapon,” Stated Hermione.
“Me too,” Agreed Ron, disappointment etched on his face.
“Well, Dumbledore was showing me some memories before he died. But I thought that was it, I didn’t know there was more,” Said Harry.
“We’ll have to go back to Hogwarts so we can find out what those memories are, and how they can help us,” Hermione added.
“We can’t,” Ginny stated simply.
“What? But we have to,” Said Harry.
“I know Harry, but I heard Mum and Dad talking…” Ginny paused.
“And…” Hermione said after a moment of silence.
“And, there are Ministry Officials in the school grounds, investigating the scene. I don’t think that four students, one of them being Harry Potter, would go unnoticed by the Ministry,” Ginny finished, looking around to see if they were on the same track.
“I guess we’ll need your dad,” sighed Hermione, looking from Ginny to Ron.
“He won’t help us unless we tell him why,” Said Ron.
“Well, why not? Like I said earlier he’s in the Order. He’ll find out about it sooner or later, so let’s make it sooner,” Hermione pointed it out.
“You’re right, we should talk to him tonight over dinner,” suggested Harry.
Later on, they made their way down to the kitchen for dinner.
“Oh thank Merlin you’re home! I was worried sick, you shouldn’t be roaming the streets without protection,” said Mrs. Weasley hugging each one of them. “Oh Ron you look so pale dear, what happened to you?” she asked hugging him tighter, but Ron didn’t answer, he could barely breathe let along speak. They realized that Mrs. Weasley had not seen them when they had first come back from Diagon Alley and on a closer look Ron did still look very pale.
“Mum let go of him, he’s fine,” Said Ginny, Mrs. Weasley let go of her son who took in a deep breath and stepped away.
“Oh, you lot are going to be the death of me,” said Mrs. Weasley putting the last dish on the dinner table.
“Let’s eat!” said Ginny pointing to the table and they all followed her lead.
Hermione followed and as she took a seat next to Ginny, she hoped no one noticed the really depressed look on her face. She was trying, but she couldn’t forget what Ron had said, the person he was trying to help was his love. She began to think on it, ‘But I thought I was his love… Who could it be? Oh, no, Hermione you’re just worried for nothing. He loves you just as much as you love him.. you do love him don’t you? Of course I… I do, don’t I?’. Harry suddenly interrupted her chain of thoughts.
“Hermione?” He asked, “Can you pass the potatoes?”
“Oh… here,” She said, handing him the dish.
They kept silent to the remainder of dinner. When Mrs. Weasley cleared out the last of the dishes with a flick of her wand. Hermione cleared he throat and spoke up.
“Mr. Weasley we need your help.”
“And what could I help you with?”
“Dad, we need to know when the ministry is no longer at Hogwarts,” inquired Ginny.
“You lot know I can’t share that kind of information with you!”
“Well there is a reason, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry, and he went on filling in Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with all the details he knew so far. Dessert was forgotten as both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave Harry their undivided attention, when Harry finished both adults sat there processing the information.
“Well I guess I can see what I can find out for you,” Mr. Weasley spoke at last.
“Thanks Mr. Weasley, and I want to ask you not to share this information with anyone else for now, because we don’t even know all that much about it,” said Harry.
“But the Order…” said Mrs. Weasley but she was interrupted by her husband.
“No Molly, I think this should stay a secret at least until they know what’s in those memories.”
“Oh I don’t like this one tiny bit, Arthur.”
“Well tomorrow I’ll see if anyone at work knows. Now off to bed with you lot.”
“But Dad it’s not time yet,” Complained Ginny.
“It’s past eleven.”
They hadn’t even notice the time go by while they talked, so without anymore complaints they left for bed, leaving the two adults to their thoughts.
“Arthur what do you make of this?”
“I don’t know Molly.”
“Oh, I’m so scared Arthur. I never thought we would live to see another war. I never wanted our kids to see a war at all, and now not only are they witnessing it but they are a part of it. Bill… oh my poor baby, he will never be the same again. They are all in so much danger.”
“We all are, but they are really smart kids, or shall I say young wizards and witches. And you know it would be an uproar if we even suggested they go into hiding. And I’m sure we will come out victorious in the end, the order has more members now than we had before,” Arthur tried giving his wife a bit of comfort.
“They are still just kids Arthur, poor Harry shouldn’t have to face that monster alone.”
“He won’t Molly, we will be there with him, he might not have parents but he has friends and I’m sure that they will all be there for him.”
“That is true Arthur, but when it comes down to it he is the one to kill ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ and there is nothing we can do.”
“Yes there is. We can be there to give him the support he needs.”
“I guess you’re right, but I can’t help but be worried.”
“Oh you aren’t the only one, my dear. I worry too.”
“So who are you going to put on to watch them?” although it came out as a question, Arthur knew it was a suggestion.
“No one, Molly.”
“Don’t give me that, Arthur Weasley.”
“Well, alright, I was thinking of asking Fred and George.”
“But why? I was expecting you to put an Auror after them.”
“But they are too smart for that Molly, the only thing that would happen will be that they would find out and just lose the Auror I put to watch over them.”
“I guess you are right, but what makes you think that they won’t catch Fred and George?” she questioned.
“Because they are friends, Molly. So if Fred and George drops in on them once in a while they won’t suspect a thing.”
“And what makes you think that Fred and George will agree with you?”
“I don’t know, but you know they love an adventure and if I put it that way you know they wont deny me,” assured Mr. Weasley to his wife, ‘she doesn’t need to know that they owe me big’ he thought to himself.
“I’m going to bed, Molly. Tomorrow doesn’t look to promising and I could use some rest after the long day I had at work, I can’t wait until that bastard is dead so that we can have less to worry about.”
“Arthur! Don’t swear please, but what happened at work today?”
“Oh Molly, some fool jinxed a turning door at a muggle store, so instead of it letting them in it was spitting them out. I mean, it was literally spitting with saliva, and all.”
“Well, did you catch him?”
“Yes, but he managed to jinx half of our team before we could get a good jinx on him, and it was hard to get to all the muggles who had witnessed it because some of them ran away in the middle of it all.”
“After all that, you do need your rest,” she said pushing him out of the kitchen.
For three days they got nothing from Mr. Weasley, they were starting to wonder if it anything would come at all until…
“Harry? Ron? Hermione? Ginny? Where are you lot?” called Mr. Weasley.
“We’re coming Dad!” Yelled Ron.
“What’s up Mr. Weasley?” Asked Harry.
“Well, I just found out when the ministry will clear out of Hogwarts ground.”
“So tell us Dad.” said Ginny impatiently .
“They will be leaving the second of august.”
“That’s only five days away,” said Hermione.
“Great, thanks Mr. Weasley,” said Harry.
“So, I take it you will be leaving in five days, then?” asked Mr. Weasley.
“Yes, we’ve waited long enough,” said Hermione.
“Ginny I think you should stay here. You know your mother won’t want you leaving her side.”
“But Dad I have to go, there’s a memory with my name on it.”
“You know how your mother can get.”
“Dad I’m going where Harry goes,” She said stubbornly.
“Oh no, I don’t think so, young lady,” said Mrs. Weasley from the door way.
“Mum, why not?”
“Because you are not of age so I can tell you no, and that’s my answer.”
“But mum, I love him just like you love dad, wouldn’t you follow him wherever he went?”
“That’s different Ginny, stop arguing.”
“No Mum, it’s not different.”
“Yes it is. Your father and I are married.”
“I’ll marry her, Ms. Weasley,” said Harry with conviction.
“Really?” Ginny asked looking flabbergasted .
“Of course, I love you too,” said Harry.
“I don’t know about this,” said Mrs. Weasley casting her husband a ‘help me’ look.
“Oh Molly, they love each other we can’t stand in their way. You would’ve cursed your parents if they had stood on our way,” chuckled Mr. Weasley.
“Well that’s settled than. After I kill Voldemort, we are going to get married,” said Harry. “If we have your parents’ permission, of course,” Harry said looking at them both.
“Oh Harry, of course you have our permission,” said Mrs. Weasley hugging Harry tight.
“Oh Harry… wow… I’m a …” mumbled Ginny speechless, she was so happy words failed her. She had already prepared what to say to her mum and dad incase they tried to make her stay but she never expected this, a proposal from Harry right in front of her parents, she was truly out of words to express how happy she truly was so she did what any girl in her situation would do, she hugged him.
“So we leave in five days then,” smiled Hermione, she was really happy for friends.
“Well since you can’t floo to Hogwarts you can floo to Hogsmead and go from there,” said Mr. Weasley.
“Thanks Dad,” said Ron.
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