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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Authors’ Note – I have to say that Rogercat and I are enthused about the reactions we are having to this story. We’re having fun working with this tale, and I can safely say that I have not had this much fun in a long while. I’m really glad she chose me to share her idea with.

Disclaimer – We do not own “Harry Potter,” “The Hobbit,” or “the Silmarillion.” We definitely are not making money from this either!

Chapter Two - First Day

School started as it usually did but with a slight difference. Madam Pomfrey had heard of the exposure they’d had to the dementor and was pleased to find that the new professor had known how treat the issues caused by the foul creatures. She’d deemed them healthy and let them go to the sorting, which had been rather subdued due to the announcements Dumbledore had given regarding the creatures who would be stationed by the gates of Hogwarts.

“Everyone’s not happy about the dementors being here,” Ron murmured, eating a bite of roast chicken. “Can’t say that I blame them.”

Hari nodded absentmindedly; she didn’t have much of an appetite due to the shock from the dementor was still present. Realizing this, Hermione filled her friend’s plate with light foods that would not trouble her stomach and both she, Ron, and the twins nudged her to eat when she stopped. Yet, Hari could not bring herself to eat much.

“Is your cousin on that diet again,” he asked, leaning in to whisper. Ron knew Hari didn’t get much to eat, and he had his mother send care packages once a week to ensure his friend had the proper amount of food to eat. How anyone expected her magic to rest when she was constantly being starved, he didn’t know. He and Hermione had spent the summer trying to come up with ways to get her out of there.

“No, it is just the event on the train made me lose appetite, that’s all. No need to worry,” she answered.

Hermione resolved to ask a house elf for ginger tea and some toast so Hari would have something in her stomach when she went to bed that night. She frowned, nodding at her friend’s explanation, and she ate her own meal. The talk of Black and dementors was off putting, but she knew it would be a popular pair of topics for a while. In a way, she agreed with Hari, it was getting to be ridiculous in how each year seemed to be another set of problems.

For some reason, Hari could not stop thinking of the male voice that had screamed in such horror in her dream. Oddly enough, it felt as she had been incredibly familiar with that voice but had somehow forgotten the owner of it. At the same time, she didn’t think it belonged to her dead father, James; it had sounded far deeper and much more mature than the voice of a young man in his twenties. As far as she had managed to find out, due to eavesdropping on Aunt Petunia once, her maternal grandparents had died before her birth. The same with James’ parents, according to the quick look she had taken at the pure-blood family trees she had seen on a wall in the history classroom. So who was the owner of the voice she’d heard screaming?

Ron and Hermione could see she was deep in thought and gently guided her to the tower once the students had been dismissed. They sat her in a chair near the fire, waiting for the prefects to address the group. Once alone, they would try to find out what it was that was troubling their friend so deeply.

The pair were quick to question their friend after everyone had headed up to their dorms to unpack and sleep. Hari wasn’t able to answer outside of what she’d heard, and both of her friends were confused but promised to help research into it.

That night, after everyone went to bed, Hari dreamed. She could tell it wasn’t a normal dream. She could feel a big hand keeping a steady grip around hers, see a flash of black hair escaping from a braid, hear a high sounding laugh from herself as she felt the movement under her and the barking from a big dog, then a worried voice telling the dog to slow down before she fell off its back. The scene shifted into a room that held a forge and a lot of precious gems and metals that sat on various tables and shelves. She felt that it was familiar too and concluded that she must have been there almost everyday to work. The final image before her alarm woke her was of a bearded male face, dark blue eyes filled with gentleness, and intricate braids that framed the handsome visage.

“Hari, you okay,” Hermione asked, pausing in brushing her bushy hair so it did not look untamed, far from an easy task with how thick it was. Hari looked around, confused at first because she just had woken up. Why was she not at the forge?

She shook her head, clearing it, and went into the bathroom to wash up for the day. After dressing, she braided her hair, adding several smaller braids near her temple and pulling it back to mingle with the main one she usually wore. It was a new style, but it felt familiar and right to have those small braids. The green eyed witch thought it looked nice, felt a little more mature in having them, as if they marked something special.

Parvati, who came in to brush her teeth, noticed the change from the usual braid.

“It looks nice,” she said, giving a rare compliment to the other. “I like the smaller braids. Gives some definition to your hair before being braided into your usual braid. I think you should keep them.”

Hari just smiled, pleased the other thought them to be a nice touch as well. Parvati and Lavender were the more vain of the girls of their year, but they knew what looked nice. Given she had no one to teach her about dressing up as Aunt Petunia clearly thought that her niece didn’t need to know anything about it, it pleased her to know that this change was one the others might like and it made her feel good to be a little different this time around.

In many ways, Hari chose to keep the simpler styles, not wearing make up and using a single braid, because she wasn’t used to the idea of dressing up to make oneself feel better. All the girls in their dorm, even Hermione at times, did it, and it baffled her somewhat. Aunt Petunia did not like make-up and refused to teach Hari to use it, having once said that it was hopeless to try to make herself pretty since the girl was incredibly plain. Hari thought it was more the case of not wanting to be outshone by her niece since Petunia was somewhat homely looking with her rather horse-like long face. Truth be told, it wasn’t as if her aunt had to really work at impressing her husband since Vernon looked like a walrus so they were pretty matched, and Dudley seemed to look like a human pig at times.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard her friend call that she was ready to go. Hari hurried into the bedroom to grab her book bag.

“Ready, Mione,” she answered.

“Good, me too,” Hermione smiled. “I wonder what class we’ll have after breakfast?”

“I don’t really care as long as it’s not potions or history; I don’t think I can handle either early in the day.”

“I don’t blame you,” her friend answered. Not a single member of the trio were fond of those lessons since Snape always seemed to target Hari for some reason. They’d overheard some of the Slytherins commenting on it, sounding baffled too since teachers were not supposed to hold politics against their students. Well, Hari refused to let Snape win by not giving anything to browbeat her with by ensuring her penmanship was legible and clean, having a student of a higher year look over her essays, and making sure that she bottled more than one vial of potion they made that day so he couldn’t engineer an accident with the original one. If he had a problem with her, why could he not explain it properly instead of attacking her in class as he did?

Hari was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Ron greet them in the common room. She smiled, answering him back and realizing her friend looked a bit anxious for some reason.

“Everything okay, Ron?”

“Yeah, just heard some odd comments earlier that made me mad. Some of the students are thinking its your fault the dementors are here since Black is after you.”

“What?”

Something in Hari’s chest went cold. She remembered how she had been treated like an outcast last year by nearly the whole school when everyone had thought her to be the Heir of Slytherin. Would it happen again?

Hermione put her hand on her friend’s shoulder, squeezing gently to try to comfort her. She knew what Hari was thinking about, and she didn’t want the girl worrying about it.

“We’ll work together to see that doesn’t happen again,” she reassured her. “We’ll make sure the kids of our year understand you didn’t know who this guy was until a few days ago.”

“Thank you, Mione, and Ron, thanks for warning me about this. At least I won’t be taken by surprise when the accusations start flying.”

She gave him a light touch on the cheek, knowing that he would need some form of reassurance this morning, especially as there was a high risk of Fred and George doing a prank just to “celebrate being back at school” as was their usual habit.

Ron smiled, nudging her with his shoulder. He’d told Hermione several times that he’d wished Hari was his sister for real since she seemed to really understand him more than his brothers and Ginny did. Hermione also agreed with him on that she would like to have Hari as a sister. Being an only child was very lonely at times, especially when she was home alone during the holidays when her parents were at their clinic.

The trio headed to the Great Hall, side stepping people who wanted to ask about Sirius Black and guiding the first year students who were lost to where breakfast was served. They took a seat at the table, and the girls poured themselves some tea while accepting a glass of milk on the side.

Because of not eating well the night before, Hari put scrambled eggs, bacon, mushrooms, and fruit on her plate. Hermione and Madam Pomfrey had insisted she eat well and as healthy as she could when at school to try to counter the limited amounts of food she received during the summer breaks. Her best friend would send fruit and dairy products under special stasis charms so Hari could have some semblance of healthy food during the break.

One of the prefects passed out the time tables, and they smiled in relief. They didn’t have history or potions until tomorrow.

“Transfiguration first thing in the morning,” Ron said. “Well, at least Professor McGonagall is interesting enough to keep us from falling asleep in class.”

“Thank goodness,” Hari said, wiping her mouth after drinking her milk. “I’m not sure I could handle certain classes during the morning hours. Speaking of which, Mione, are we doing self study again this year for history and potions? If we are, I thought we could add Runes to it so we can compare notes.”

“I hope so,” the red head answered before Hermione could. “The only reason I passed either class was due to the self study we did.”

“Let me see how our schedules work out with your quidditch schedule, and I’ll get back to you on that. Will you talk to Oliver today to see if he’s got the schedule ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll hunt him down before the day ends,” she answered Hermione. “He should still remember the lecture you gave him about how academics are more important and make sure we have time to study.”

That had been a funny scene to watch back in their first year; Hermione had hit the roof when she’d found Hari and a few other members of the team studying long after most of the Gryffindor students had been in bed. She’d reamed Oliver Wood out the very next day while in the Great Hall, and McGonagall had supported the unhappy Hermione. Since that day, Oliver had to have the training schedule approved by their head of house because he was known to go overboard and forget that academics were more important than a game.

The trio laughed at the memory before Ron changed the subject.

“You two sleep all right last night? The dementors can be known to cause nightmares,” he asked, worried for his two friends.

“I slept fine,” Hermione answered. “Hari?”

“To be honest, the dreams I had were really odd. I think some of them were memories from when I was little, but they were mostly images and a few sounds I dreamed something about riding a dog, being told to be careful; things like that. The rest of the dreams I couldn’t make head or tails of. There were faces of people and places that I know I’ve never seen or been before but seem so blasted familiar.”

The bushy haired girl frowned, and Ron shook his head.

“I know that look; we’ll be in the library after class,” he said, worried for his friend.

Even though his dreams were different, he could sympathize with Hari about weird dreams. Ron had also been having one unpleasant nightmare about an event from last year when he and Hari had been forced to enter the Forbidden Forest. They’d gone in to find those horrible giant spiders in order to find what kind of monster it had been in the Chamber of Secrets. Thankfully neither Hari or Hermione saw any fault with him suffering from arachnophobia, not after learning that it actually had been Fred and George’s fault for his fear by transforming Ron’s teddy bear into a giant spider when he was just three years old.

The topic soon changed, and the trio enjoyed their breakfast. They hurried off to the classroom assigned for their transfiguration’s class, not wanting to be late.

During the lesson, no one was surprised that Professor McGonagall reminded them that every school year would be more difficult than the ones prior. As usual, their poor fellow Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom, ended up getting into some trouble in this lesson, happening to somehow transform Hari’s hair into snow white before Hermione transformed it back into its normal black color. Ron, who had actually figured out how to get the spell to work properly at the same time as his friends, whispered advice in their shy friend’s ear in hopes of helping him perform the spell their head of house had taught them that morning.

Hari, watching them, leaned over and murmured quietly to Hermione.

“I think we should invite Neville to our study group,” she told her friend. “He could use the help, and it’d be good for Ron to have a male friend. Neville doesn’t spend enough time with us, and this might help him get more confident too.”

Neville was a good friend to all three of them, and the other girl agreed as she knew it would be a good way to help boost their shy friend’s confidence. It would do him good to have help with the subjects he was taking.

By the time the lesson ended, Neville had gotten the transfiguration done and was beaming when the bell heard. Ron, who Professor McGonagall had noticed helping the other boy, had been awarded five points for his kind act in helping a fellow classmate.

Needless to say, there were two pleased boys escorting the girls to their next class. Hari looked at their time table and smiled.

“DADA next,” she said. “I wonder what this new teacher is like?”

“We’ll find out soon,” Neville said as they went down the stairs. “Hopefully, he’s nice as well as interesting.”

“Merlin knows he can’t be worse than Lockheart,” Ron grumbled. “Hopefully, we’ll actually learn something this year outside of how to smile for a camera.”

The group laughed and agreed, knowing the teacher last year had been atrocious. As they headed into the classroom, they crossed their fingers for luck and hoped that the lesson would actually be a good one.

Authors’ End Note - Rogercat and I want to thank you for reading this latest chapter and hope that you enjoyed it. Please share your thoughts with us! See you next week! ~ Rogercat & Laran
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