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Death\'s Design, Fate\'s Plan	By : Illiandyandra Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 37067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER FIVE

***Rain Is A Good Thing***

The rest of the day flew by. Also flying were tales of the light show in the Gryffindor Common Room and the confrontation in the Arithmancy hallway. The entire school was talking, and most had taken sides. The younger classes, of course, showed the most division. The Muggleborns, and those Hermione helped most often were firmly on her side. However most of the fan-girls and girly girls felt that Ginny had been inexplicably harmed, and harmed beyond all reason. For the most part the seventh years were too busy to care; though Percy seemed to be following his own version of family solidarity. The other male Weasleys where close enough to Harry and Hermione to admit that their little sister was acting like a spoiled brat denied a toy. The Slytherins and Ravenclaws were firmly against Hermione. However, while they agreed the Ginny must be in the right . they felt this way for completely different reasons. The snakes were simply backing the pureblood; blood traitor though she maybe. The Claws were all so jealous of Hermione’s grades and intelligence that they wouldn’t side with her in a debate on the wetness of water.

The Hufflepuffs were, of course, loyal to a fault. They didn’t really know Ginny, and what they did know of her, didn’t inspire their regard. Besides, as one puff mentioned, they all knew who helped them when they need tutoring. Plus they had all heard that it was Hermione that figured out what was petrifying students last year. Susan had even overheard Harry say that he would have had no clue where to even go if not for Hermione. Yes, the Puffs backed Hermione with very few exceptions.

Despite all the controversy flying about the castle concerning her; Hermione was actually the least interested in the going ons. Hermione felt that she had behaved in the most mature fashion she could. There for anything more was not only unnecessary, but also not her concern. She reached the decision that while she would not start any further discourse or confrontations with Ginny, should the redhead force a altercation; Hermione would finish it.

*** A Girl Like That***

Harry PoV

~The idiocracy of these people truly makes me question why I’m working so hard to save them all from Riddle. At this point I’m not sure who is stupider; Ginny for causing all of this in the first place…I’ve made my choice for goodness sake…it’s been ratified by a higher power…why can’t she get that through her thick skull; or all the other students trying to weigh in with their opinions…like they matter at all in respect to my love life. ~ Harry ranted to himself.

After dinner the Harry and Ron accompanied Hermione to her table in the library. The boys completed the assignments they’d been assigned that day, while Hermione worked at her usual mountain of work. Harry knew that Hermione was a full week ahead in all of her classes, but it made her happy to be even more so. So while she worked he made Ron help him begin to figure what had happened during the preceding 24 hours.

Ron, reluctantly, agreed to go find books on shared dreams and bonds. While his red headed best friend went into the stacks, Harry took his time and wrote out all the things he’d noticed about the bond and the shared dream. Laura Bell had told Harry that Hermione was his soul mate, but Harry wasn’t sure, exactly, what that meant. He knew that locating Hermione would never again be a problem. He now had a vague sense of where she was at any given moment. He also noted that he felt a growing sense of disquiet as she moved farther away from him. He was currently praying that that would even out quickly, otherwise the rapidly approaching end of the year would be problematic to say the least.

Harry also wrote down that he had strengthened his ability to know Hermione’s moods. It was no longer an ability to look at her and know how she was feeling; he could actually sense her moods. He wished it were even stronger. The ability to read her mind seemed like it would be a Godsend. Right this moment he could tell that she was feeling content, and something that felt like pride. He looked up to find out for sure , and saw her packing away all her parchments and inkwells. “Whoa.” He breathed as she pulled out a steno pad and pencil.

Hermione smiled at Harry and chuckled. “Some things just need comfortable tools, you know.” She opened the pad and showed me a list of questions that she had complied over the course of the day.
1. Why did Dream Harry’s Emissions follow me out if the dream?
2. What was the ‘light show’ this morning?
3. Why can I feel Harry’s proximity to me now?
4. Why can I ‘feel’ Harry’s moods now?
5. Why did the ‘light show’ cause changes in Harry’s scar
  1. What changes exactly is it cause?
6. What needs to happen next?
Harry grinned. It was satisfying to see that his list of symptoms was contained the same topics. He knew they needed investigation, and to see that Hermione had noted the same thing reinforced the fact that he had his entire intelligence back. Hermione gave Harry a big smile, and added a few notations to his list.
1. Shared Dream
2. Hickeys came out of dream
3. Sensing her location
4. Sensing her mood
5. Light Show
6. Feel better lighter
7. Feel stronger
8. Seem more ‘hormonal’ than usual
Hermione circled all the items that were represented on both lists. I noticed she had starred numbers 6, 7, & 8 and written ‘linked to 5a?’ next to them. Right around this time Ron returned with a stack of books he’d located on bonds and dreams. It didn’t seem to take much time at all before Ron returned with a stack of books he’d located on bonds and dreams. The trio started looking through the books, and it didn’t seem to take long at all before Harry found an in depth description of soul mates.

The prevailing theory about Magical Soul mates are two magical beings of complimentary sexual orientation who share 2 or more of the four key elements of the magical self; 1) Magical Core, 2) Emotional, 3) Physical, and 4)Psychological. One other theory states that Magical Soul mates are, in fact, two magical souls matched by the higher power to ensure an almost nirvanic relationship.

The advent of the bond is characterized by a surrounding nimbus of light the color of the light corresponds directly to the level of the bond, and to the level of connection of those sharing the bond. All bonds convey upon their bondmates the ability to sense proximity and emotions. The radial distance restrictions differ for each level; from only a few hundred kilometers for the blue level, to almost unlimited miles for the opalescent level.

Those who connect on only two of the four key elements create a nimbus of blue light. This glow is indicative of the least strong bond. This bond is limited greatly. To cement the bond, the couple must spend vast amounts of time in direct physical contact. It is often categorized by the need to reaffirm their bond often and in a multitude of different ways.

Those who connect on three of the four key elements create a nimbus of golden light. This level is also characterized by a need for physical contact and reaffirmations, and yet the need is significantly less intrusive than that of the lesser bond.

Those who connect on all four of the key elements of the Magical Self exhibit a pearlescent or opalescent nimbus. If there is a limit to how far reaching their extrasensory connection can be felt, it has yet to be found. This bond does not need the physical contact or reaffirmations, and yet the bond is strengthened considerably by each instance of contact or affirmation. These mates also speak of sharing an increased understanding of one another’s mental state. They can also share and exchange magical power and abilities. Theories suggest that in times of great need one member of the bond can channel all the magical power of the air.

Harry tried to hide a smile. He thought that this may just be exactly what the prophecy meant by ‘the power he knows not’. He passed the book to Hermione, showing her the passage that, according to Ron and the Twins was the pertinent passage. She gave him a pride filled smile that made Harry feel warm and confident that he could accomplish anything with her by his side.

Harry zoned out a bit as he felt her pride in him. He watched her reading and was startled when Ron shoved a book in front of him. Ron pointed at a blurb on shared dreams. It was far less informative than the passage on soul mates. Basically it stated that shared dreams are thought to be shared magicks working together to achieve a result desired by both parties. It can even happen in those with only latent magicks such as the non magical children of magical parents, and the parents of first generation witches and wizards. According to the book you only bring out of the dream what is needed to believe the dream is more than simply your average nocturnal mental wanderings.

~So I guess while the hickey was enough to have me convinced, Hermione needed more proof.~ Harry thought as he clapped Ron on the back and told him it was exactly what was needed. He then passed the information on to Hermione as well. He chuckled as she blushed, reading that her own inability to believe without concrete proof was the reason she’s needed an extra shower that day. While Hermione took all the notes she wanted, Harry and Ron gathered the books and Harry reshelved them.

“So you and Hermione shared your dreams?” Ron asked with a smirk.

“Yes. Last night. Didn’t realize it until she walked down the stairs wearing the mark I’d given her in the dream.” Harry said conspiratorially.

“So I guess she left that one on your neck.” Harry was completely shocked; he’d thought he’d managed to keep it hidden. “You took off your tie after dinner.” Ron said laughing at the look on Harry’s face. “I’d ask for details---but she’d kill us both mate. Better you than me.”

Harry simply shrugged. “I’m happy.”

***Time Flies***

The week flew by and yet crawled. Harry was enjoying every second of it, even those spent in class. He found learning to be incredibly easier, and thus enjoyed it more. However Harry wasn’t the only one showing a marked improvement in his grades; Ron was steadily improving and since Harry, backed by Hermione, was making concerted effort to pull Neville into the trio’s study sessions as well; the Longbottom heir’s grades were rising too.

It seems as though, for the most part, the changes Harry has been able to make so far had made Gryffindor House a happier place to be. Thursday night Harry went to sleep with that very thought on his mind. As he entered the dream state, he heard Laura Bell’s twang laughingly say. “Of course they are happier. There is no crazy convict on the loose trying to break into their dorms every night. The dementors were taken back to Azkaban. Yeah they are happier.”

“Hi Laura, Ms. Bundy. How are you doing?” Harry asked politely.

“Laura is fine Harry. And I’m good. I’m right proud of you Harry. I didn’t think you would get so much done so fast.” She said smiling brightly. “You’ve fixed the Sirius Situation, so Miranda is much happier. Neville is getting happier, so his DRA Big Kenny is happier. Blake wants me to remind you to remember what he told you about building physical and magical stamina. Your scores are looking up so your mother and my supervisor are both happier. Heck even Ron’s DRA, Rory, is happy with everything you’ve done so far. Overall you are doing amazing.”

Harry beamed. “That’s great! Thanks.” He’d never really had this kind of pride in his accomplishments from an adult before. It warmed him. Then he was struck be a darkening thought. “Can I ask you something? I was expecting to have to work a lot harder on Snape for him to treat me even as a human. I mean that was one of my LONG term projects. How come he made such an easy turn around? Was that your doing?”

“Actually, No. What you see as an ‘easy turn around’ could have happened the first time. However he would have had to become aware of your placement or the treatment you received there. Severus would never have treated you the way he did had he not listened to Albus Beverly Dumbledore. Dumbledore constantly lied and told Severus that you were a bit spoiled but well cared for an happy.”

A look of anger crossed Harry’s face. Followed by confusion. “I thought Dumbledore’s middle names were Wulfric Percival Brian?” Harry said quizzically.

“His mother named him Albus Beverly. He changed it as soon as he was able. Birth and legal names can differ. As can names in the two separate worlds. Look at you. Your mother changed your name just a bit on your muggle birth certificate. There you are named Harris James…your mom felt, and still does, that Harry is more of a nickname, but since it is a family name of your father’s she allowed him to make that your magical name.” Laura shrugged a bit. “It’s not really common knowledge in the Wizarding world; but it does serve as a good way to make sure any paperwork that is signed by Lily Potter is on the up and up. If your mom signed it, it will have both Harris and Harry present. Otherwise it’s fraudulent. It’s a foible of the goblins. They want EVERY i dotted and every t crossed.”

Harry filed that information away to be analyzed later. “Ok, now back to Snape. Didn’t he see enough of my history during the occlumency lessons?” Harry asked skeptically.

“Harry, do you understand how legilimency works?” When he shook his head, Laura sighed. “Severus Tobias Snape is a VERY private person. He was testing your barriers. He made a concerted effort to ‘view’ as few of the memories as he could. “Laura Bell chided.

“Ohhh, no wonder he got so angry when I saw his memory.” Harry groaned. “Still why woul….He was abused…so if he’d realized that I was too…he may have been able to see past the fact that I look so much like my dad.”

“Exactly.” Laura said busily. “Now we are starting to run low on time. So allow me to remind you that on your trip to Gringotts tomorrow, you will not be able to claim everything, but you will be able to get the ball rolling for your next birthday. Try not to be too new Harry like. I know you have a billion and three questions. But remember if you stay calm and listen you will learn far more than being completely brash and Gryffindor like. On a personal note, try to remember all the gentlemanly things Vernon does for Petunia. He was a Horrible uncle and an over indulgent father…but he did know how to treat his wife, especially in public.”

“You mean all that door opening and such. But Hermione’s so independent. Won’t she get mad at me for treating her like she’s helpless?” Harry asked confused.

“Mr. Potter. Harry, it is your first time in a public setting with Hermione since you two have become all couply. Just trust me…it is better to behave like a gentleman than not.” Laura admonished.

Harry saw the rising anger on Laura’s face. “Ok. I guess it is better for her to be mad at me for treating her like a lady, which she is, than for pulling a Ron.” Harry said hoping to make her feel better.

“Exactly. Besides just because you know she is the one doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve to be courted.” Laura advised. “Take the time to get to know the girl behind the friend. You’ll never regret it. So that said, what do you have planned for the next month?”

Harry thought for a long moment. “Start improving the physical conditioning. Me, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and the twins I know. Find some way to bring Luna into the group. Talk to Snape and Sirius. Start trying to figure out how to rebuild that bridge…cause they burnt it LONG ago. Start working on unmaking Dumbolddork.”

“Smaller bites kiddo. Take on too much at one time, and you are more likely to fumble everything. Also if you include the rest of the quidditch team in on your physical training, it could improve a lot of performance issues….and best of all it provides the perfect cover. Dumbledore has already learned too much about your soul bond; try to keep him in the dark as much as you can.” Harry’s DRA said sagely.

Harry sighed. “Okay. I can put Snape on the back burner until I make some headway on the other two.”

“Good idea. And keep up the academics. Your mom is as happy as a tick on a hound dog.” Laura laughed at the rather confused expression on Harry’s face. “Don’t Worry about it. Now—WAKE UP!”

***Making Friends & Influencing People***

The next morning found Harry too excited to eat. His morning classes seemed to fly by, and yet crawl at the same time. All he could thing about was seeing Sirius again. Finally, the time was upon him. All of a sudden a frightening thought crossed Harry’s mind. ~How am I supposed to act about all of this?~ He pondered that thought the entire way back to Gryffindor tower. He put away his things and changed into one of his few decent casual outfits. He put away his things and gathered a couple of changes of clothes into his backpack. Hermione told him that she overheard Moony asking permission to have the two of them away from the school for the entire weekend. Finished he ran back down to the common room. As he cleared the last step he pulled up short, looking at the six people conversing there. Hermione, Ron and the twins were talking quietly with Sirius and Professor Lupin. Apparently the professor had introduced his godfather to his friends. For a moment Harry just watched them, knowing that this was the foundation of his family.

“Moony, Padfoot!” Harry said smiling as he joined them. “You’ve met Gred and Forge I see. They secretly have a shrine to you in their dorm room.” He kissed Hermione’s cheek in greeting. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Wait, what no hug for your long lost godfather?” Sirius teased.

Harry’s face flamed hotly. “I, um didn’t. I wasn’t sure… if I should. I mean maybe you aren’t the hugging type. Maybe I’m not the hugging type. I’ve really only ever hugged like 3 people and they were female…so how would I…Sorry. I’m a bit nervous for some reason.” Harry said moving over to hug his godfather for the first time, in this universe, and far too long in his mind.

After he pulled away, he grabbed Hermione’s hand and dragged her over. “I’m sure Professor Lupin told you what happened Monday?” Padfoot nodded. “Great so what’s the plan?”

Remus spoke up, “we are going to let these fine young gentlemen head off to lunch, and then, with permission from Professor McGonagall, you and Hermione will be spending the weekend with us in London.”

“That’ll be great.” Hermione said excitedly. “We can take you to Harrod’s , Harry, get you properly kitted out and start to wash away the horrid way the Dursleys treated you.”

Saying goodbye to each other, the teens split up. Harry and Hermione headed to their respective dorms to grab their bags for the weekend. Ron and the twins adjourned to the Great Hall. As the Weasley brothers walked, they talked; deciding that while Harry and Hermione were gone, they would try reasoning with Ginny.

***All Kinds of Crazy***

Gred and/or Forge’s PoV

The twins and Ron entered the Great Hall on a mission. They found Ginny at the Gryffindor table and pinned her in. Fred and George sat on either side of her while Ron took the spot across from her. “We are going to have a bit of a family meeting after lunch today, Gin-Gin.” Forge said from her right.”

“Ronniekins will get Percy and we’ll find somewhere to have a discussion.” Gred added from her left.

Ginny’s expression turned mulish. “I don’t have anything to say to you traitors.”

“Well we have plenty to say to you.” Ron said his anger and frustration blatantly apparent.

None of the Weasleys spoke for the rest of the meal. When they were finished eating, the twins corralled Ginny and forced her to stay with them; having to go so far as to snatch her wand away from her. Ron had to drag Percy over to them. He waved McGonagall over and quietly asked if there was somewhere they could have a private family meeting.

McGonagall was no fool she’d heard about the behavior of the littlest Weasley. She understood completely why the middle three wanted to meet with the other two. She gave Ginny a disappointed look and bid them to follow her. She took them to a small ‘sitting room’ right off the front hall. This room had been set aside for students to meet with their families for years. It even had a monitored floo. As a precaution she took all five wands, telling them and to see her to retrieve their wands when they were finished. At the door she stopped a moment. “I will ask Dobby to keep an ear out and allow you out only when one of the twins believes the matter resolved. I will excuse you from any afternoon classes. Take all the time you need.”

The twins couldn’t suppress a chuckle as they all watched the door disappear. McGonagall must really want us to get this all worked out. “Good. Now maybe we can get this all straightened out.”

“What is there to ‘straighten out’? Harry is mine. That mudblood bitch stole him. I’m going to get him back.” Ginny said shrilly. “You three are traitors.”

Ron, Gred and Forge exchanged looks. “Well Percy since Ginny’s sanity had apparently disappeared with the door, let’s start with you.” Ron said.

“Why are you siding with someone so clearly delusional?” Fred asked. It really showed how serious the twins held this problem. Not only were they using bisected sentences, but they weren’t even calling Percy names.

“She is a Weasley.” He answered simply.

“Yes. She’s also completely in the wrong. Every one of us in this room is a Weasley…but you’ve sold me and Gred up the river three times this year alone. Because you felt we were in the wrong.” George said staunchly.

“You are supporting her despite knowing that she is wrong…because you still feel guilty about last year. So you are trying to be the super big brother to make up for it.” Fred continued for him. “We get it, we feel bad too. But ask yourself two questions…Have you ever seen Ginny and Harry exchange more than pleasantries? And second is it right to support her against the people who made sure we still have a sister in the first place?”

Percy’s face scrolled through several emotions. Shame, thoughtfulness, dubiousness, and then humor before finally settling in to resolution. “No. no it isn’t right. If it weren’t for Hermione and Harry, Ginny would be dead. And it’s worse than you know. Hermione asked me several times last year if Ginny was adjusting alright to being away from home. She thought Ginny was withdrawing because she was homesick. She barely even knew her, but because Ginny is Ron’s little sister, she was concerned about her and asked after her. But I was so wrapped up in myself, and my things…I ignored Hermione’s concern. As to the second question…I guess I assumed they had had some meaningful conversations outside of my presence. I mean she started off just squeaking when he tried to talk to her…but now she can at least wave when he says hello.”

“She and Harry haven’t exchanged more than 25 words since she found out who he was. And that includes the time in the Chamber.” Ron said, glaring at his sister. “Whereas Hermione has been his friend since first year. They talk about anything and everything. So why does Harry supposedly belongs to Ginny?”

“Of Course he is mine.” Ginny said, once again ignoring reason. “I’ve loved him since I was six years old.”

Percy sat hard and dropped his head into his hands. “SO you’ve loved him since you were six?” Ginny nodded emphatically. “You’ve loved him for six years….even though you didn’t set eyes on him until a couple of summers ago.” Again the emphatic nodding. “Despite the fact that you haven’t said more than Hi and Bye to him in those three years…unless we count ‘thank you ever so much for saving me from my own stupidity and my brother’s inattention’?” Still Ginny was nodding as though this were all perfectly normal. “So basically I’ve not been supporting a cute little school girl crush…I’ve been supporting a barking mad obsession?” he turned to the Ron and the twins. “Do you think there is something left over from her interactions with that damn diary last year?’

Ginny stood enraged. “There is nothing wrong with me. I’m going to be Lady Potter when I grow up. I look just like his mother, he looks just like his father…we’re perfect for each other.”

“You don’t even know anything about HARRY.” Ron challenged.

“Oh please, I know tons more about Harry than that ugly little book worm ever could.” Ginny said caustically.

“Ok. Who is Harry’s family?” George asked smugly.

“You ass, he doesn’t have any family.” She said haughtily.

“My god I barely know the boy and I know the answer to that. Ron, Fred, George, and Hermione. Professor Lupin seems to building a relationship there…for goodness sakes, it’s been all over the Prophet that his godfather has been returned to his life.” Percy said meanly. “The problem is that you have always gotten exactly what you wanted. Mum has never told you no. She has taken from us to make sure that Ginny could have whatever she wanted. Well now you have decided, as a child, that you want Harry Potter, the boy who lived. You don’t seem to realize that he is nothing like the storybooks.”

“Of course not. While he was supposedly taming Dragons, he was being forced to cook and clean for his relatives. Harry is nothing like the ‘boy who lived’ and he doesn’t want to be.” Ron said trying to be reasonable.

“No I know Harry. He’s Harry Potter. He defeated You-know-who twice…once just for me.” She yelled, stamping her foot. “I’m going to marry him and be Lady Ginevra Potter. It is my destiny!”

The four brothers exchanged looks. Percy spoke up. “This room has a floo connection. Use it and try to catch Dad before he leaves work. She’s too far gone for us to help her. And mum will just make excuses for her.”

Fred moved over to the floo and called his father’s office. When Arthur’s head appeared in the flames, the four boy’s all breathed a sigh of relief. Fred explained everything that had gone on this week, highlighting Ginny’s attitude and obsession. Arthur hung his head and told them to continue speaking to her. He said he would call Minerva and be there as soon as he could.

As they waited they allowed Ginny to continue to rant and rave about how she was going to have pretty clothes and fancy robes, and how she didn’t care if she had to ‘dose’ Harry to do so. She even said “Daddy’s been being dosed for years, it hasn’t hurt him.”

All four brothers looked at each other. They all shared one thought. ~Did she just say what I thought she said?~
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