unleashed

Late that night, Harry Potter laid in his bed curled up in a ball dreaming. This was the first time he has actually slept since Hermione’s attack. For some reason, his mind called him to sleep all day as if there was a message for him there, but he ignored it all day. Now that he knew that Hermione was safe and sleeping, Harry took up the opportunity to sleep now.

HARRY’S DREAM:

Walking through a field was a woman with her child. The child looked to be about thirteen years old. The woman looked timeless. Harry followed the woman and her child until the came to a stop in front of a grave site. Harry walked a little closer to the woman to see who she is. When he got closer he felt as if was going to faint.

The woman had long, brown, wavy hair that had golden blonde streaks throughout her mane which was natural from the sun rays. Her fair skin was slightly tanned. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with a sorrow that Harry had never seen before. Harry didn’t know what to do; all he knew was that she was in pain and he need to help her. But before he could do anything, she spoke in a soft soprano:

“Hello love. I hope that you are alright. I miss you so much, he misses you too. He has grown so much. I just wish you were here to see him for yourself, but I am pretty sure that you can see him just fine. I woke up this morning and I had to come and see you. He wanted to come along. I can never deny him anything.” She stopped talking and wiped a single tear away from her cheek. She then started to sing.

His early mornin\' attitude:
You have to drag him out of bed.
Only frosted flakes will do,
He gets that from me:
Yeah, he gets that from me.

His curly hair and his knobbly knees:
The way the sun brings those freckles out.
Talk and talk, never miss a beat,
Yeah, he gets that from me:
He gets that from me.

He looks at me with those big green eyes:
He\'s got me in the palm of his hands,
And I swear sometimes it\'s just like you\'re here again.
He smiles that little crooked smile:
There\'s no denying he\'s your child.
Without him I don\'t know what I\'d do:
He gets that from you:
Oh, he gets that from you.

How he loves your old guitar:
Yeah, he\'s taught himself to play.
He melts my heart: tells me he loves me every day.
And cracks jokes at the perfect time,
Makes me laugh when I want to cry.
That boy is everything to me:
He gets that from you:
He gets that from you.

Last night, I heard him pray:
Lord, help me and mama make it through.
An\' tell Daddy we\'ll be okay:
He said he sure misses you:
He sure misses you.
He really misses you:
He gets that from me.

She broke off from singing to only cry a little more. She then looked up and called her son to come over and say something.

“Father, there are so many things I want to tell you. I am sorry that you left our lives before I was born, but I always knew that you loved me. Mum talks of you non-stop, but I don’t blame her. You were an amazing wizard, and I am so very proud of you. I just found out that I am a wizard too. I just wish that I can be half as great as you.” The young child stood up, helped his mother get up from the ground and together they walked away holding each other for support.

Harry stood there not truly understanding what was going on. His thoughts were caught short when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his mother standing with a white glow surrounding her. She smiled at Harry and hugged him. When she pulled apart from him, Harry was going to talk, but was cut off by his mother.

“My son, only you can determine your future. Hate, anger and no trust will bring you here.” Those were her only words. She turned around and faded away. As soon as she left his mind, Harry woke up with a start.

Harry looked around the rom and realized where he was. He sat up in bed and pulled his knees up to his chest. He cried silently. For he knew that the woman in his dream was Hermione, the boy was his son and they were visiting his grave. This brief glimpse in the future was enough to scare the toughest men in the planet, magical or muggle. What scared him the most was the pain that was afflicted in Hermione’s eyes. He promised himself that he would never cause her that much pain again, but there it was. And he couldn’t do anything to help her. ‘Hate, anger, no trust...’ played over and over in his mind. What had he done that had brought him to that fate?

Harry was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not notice Hermione standing by the closed door, looking at him. She walked silently to Harry and touched his shoulder. Harry jumped a little at the touch and looked up to see his love. There were no words spoken, but Hermione knew that he didn’t want to be alone. She sat next to him on the bed and wrapped him in her arms. Harry, placed his head on her shoulder and mentally talked to Hermione.

‘Mione, I had the strangest dream.’ he thought.

‘Tell me what it was about.’ she replied in her mind.

Harry proceeded to tell her the dream. At the mention of their son, Hermione cringed slightly because she knew that will never be. She hastily pushed those thoughts away because she was not ready for Harry to know that information yet. They talked long into the hours of the night and fell asleep in each others arms.
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The next morning, Ron Weasley walked into Harry’s room only to be greeted with the sight of Harry sleeping in the same bed as Hermione. So many emotions ran through him, the most apparent of them all: anger. Ginny was right behind him. They were both at Grimmuald to apologize to Harry for their anger. Ginny placed a hand on Ron’s shoulder and led him out of the room. As they shut the door to the room, Ginny turned to her brother.

“Ron, we cannot be angry about them. She loves him and has felt that way for a while. All we can do is hope that he doesn’t hurt her again.” she turned around and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Ron followed and sat down at the table grabbing something to eat. Twenty minutes later they were joined by Harry and Hermione. Harry stopped as he saw Ginny and Ron both at the table eating breakfast. Ginny waved at the both and Ron gave a curt nod to acknowledge that everything was fine. Harry sat next to Ron and Hermione sat next to Ginny. While Harry was grabbing breakfast, Ron turned to him.

“Hey, mate. I just wanted to let you know that I am not mad about you being with Hermione, I just don’t want to see her hurt. Oh....and could you please refrain from snogging her right in front of me. It would just be weird. As least for a while.” Harry grinned and nodded to his friend.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, mate...” Harry said then he lowered his voice so that only Ron could hear him. “I need to tell you something about Hermione. She has been hurt before, but not by me. That is why she is here now. Death Eaters found out where she was and beat her. She is safe now, and her parents are coming to stay with us today. Dumbledore thinks it is a good idea to have them here so that they are safe as well, he said something about Voldemort using them to lure her to him and eventually luring me to him. Just don’t tell Hermione that I told you. She will let you know what is going on when she is ready, I just wanted to tell you that much. That and because I know that you and Ginny were in the room this morning. Just to let you know, she was there to comfort me. I had one of those nasty dreams again.” It was Ron’s turn to nod to his friend, although, in Ron’s case, he looked a little green at the thought of Hermione being attacked by Death Eaters.

After breakfast, the teenagers left the kitchen and headed for the parlor. They decided that they were going to get started on their holiday work for the next school year. Hermione couldn’t concentrate, she kept throwing nervous glances at Harry. She knew that he was still not happy with the thought of having her parents in the manor, even if he did agree to it. Harry on the other hand, was okay with them coming. He decided that if Hermione can trust her family, then he would have to trust them as well. Harry smiled at Hermione to reassure her that things were going to be okay. Then, without warning, the fine in the fireplace glowed green. Harry and Hermione stood and watched as Hermione’s parents appeared in the fire. Hermione ran to her mother and gave her a hug and then turned to her father and gave him a quick hug. Roger Granger then looked to Harry and held out his hand to shake.

“Harry, I want to thank you for letting us come here. I don’t understand why, but when I read the letter from your headmaster telling us that Hermione was hurt, I knew it was important for us to come here.” He smiled as Harry returned the handshake.

“It’s alright, sir, we just didn’t want to risk anyone else getting in the line of fire of Voldemort.”

The rest of the day was a monotonous affair. The students studied while the adults, including the adult Granger’s, had a meeting to discuss what happened four nights prior. That night, after dinner, Roger Granger stood up from the table and asked if he could run and do a few errands, seeing as he was going to be stuck in the manor for a while, he wanted to get some work-related things done. Dumbledore agreed to his request but suggested that it should wait. Roger refused to wait on the matter and left. Hermione and Harry decided that they were going to turn in for the evening while Ginny and Ron decided to play a little chess to kill some time.
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On the other side of England, Roger Granger stood next to a fire place in his office building. He opened a small box that was on the mantle and grabbed a handful of a glittering dust and threw it into the fire. Roger stepped into the green flames and said “Riddle Mansion” and vanished from his office.

When Roger arrived at his destination, he stepped out of the flames and into a dark and dank room that had not been in use for years. He walked to the stairs and climbed to the next level and into a room that was giving off an orange glow. As he walked into the room he was greeted by ten men in black cloaks and black masks. In the center of the room, there was a man standing in a black cloak that had a hood, which covered the owner’s face. When the man turned, Roger noticed that in the place of where eyes should have been, there were red glowing slits staring back at him.

“Are they together now?” asked the man with the red eyes in a cold, high-pitched voice.

“Yes, Master, they are at the manor and I am back in good graces with Potter. What do you need me to do next?” asked Roger as he bent down to his knees.

“Befriend them and gain their trust, then bring the girl to me.” said the cold voice.

“As you wish, sir.” said Roger. He stood up and left the room and down to the fireplace to floo back to his office.