unleashed

Things at Grimmuald Place was quiet....too quiet. Harry noticed that he didn’t have nightmares of Sirius falling through the veil. This was partly due to the fact that Hermione slept next to him in his bed. There was nothing sexual going on, Hermione just decided that it was better for her and Harry’s state of comfort knowing that the people they cared about was safe. Harry knew that while Hermione was in his arms at night, no one would come near her. Deep down, Harry knew that nothing was going to happen, but he didn’t want to take the chances. In the famous words of Mad-Eye, Constant vigilance was Harry’s motive for his protection over Hermione.

Before they knew it, the return to Hogwarts was two days away. Mrs. Weasley had already went shopping for the students so their supplies were already replenished so all that was left to do was pack and just relax as the days passed by. Harry, however, did everything but relax. It all started with his taking a nap in the middle of the day.

Harry noticed that when he drifted off to sleep he found himself in the Death Room at the Department of Mysteries. Harry watched himself fighting in the crowd with Neville by his side trying to keep the prophecy out of the Death Eater’s hands. Harry watched as the door to the room burst open and his heart leapt when he saw Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Moody and Kingsley run into the room. Harry wanted to help, but he was not seen by anyone nor was he heard. All Harry could do was sit and watch. Harry couldn’t bear the pain as he watched his godfather take up his battle with his cousin Bellatrix. Harry watched in horror as Sirius was hit in the chest by a curse that Bella shot at him. Sirius flew through th air, the smile not quite leaving his face as he fell through the tattered veil. As soon as he fell through the veil fluttered then fell back into place. Harry saw himself crying out for Sirius. He felt tears falling from his green eyes and rolling down his cheeks. It caught him off his guard when he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned around the sight almost made him drop dead right there. It was Sirius.

“Harry, I am sorry that you had to see that.” said Sirius.

“Sirius, I need you here. You are the only person that I can talk to. It’s not fair! This sight haunts me every night, and I need it to go away. I need you here.” cried Harry.

“Harry, I cannot come back. My mortal form is gone, but I am always here. I heard you call out to me, but as hard as I tried, I could not come back. But know this, I am always with you and now is the time to unleash the power that you have. I came here that night to help you. I know what was going to happen; I know the consequences. I did not know what it would do to you. But you must know that you are not alone in this battle. Use your friends, they are there to help you no matter what you plan to do, but you must not give up. Your parents are so proud of you....I’m proud of you. Death is nothing but another adventure, but you must go on no matter how hard it is, you must move on. Do you remember the words that Albus told you in your first year of school? ‘It does not do well to dwell on the past and forget to live now.’ He was right. You will never conquer Voldemort if you are still mourning my death or the death of your parents. And what’s this about you not having anyone to talk to? You may not see it yet, but a greater love is waiting for you to come to them, you just have to let go and then you will see it lurking everywhere you go. Just know that we love you.” And with that Sirius faded away and Harry woke up from his dream.

As Harry opened his eyes, he noticed that he was not alone in his bed. He glanced over and saw Hermione curled up next to him with her eyes closed. She was humming a tune that Harry didn’t recognize, but it was something he knew that he had heard before. Harry just lay there and took in the vision that was next to him. She looked angelic. Her perfect features were defined by the pale moonlight coming from the window. Her soft brown curls framing her beautiful face. Harry thought that he was dreaming because he had never seen anything that perfect before in his life, he wished that this moment would never go away. But unfortunately things always came to and end for Hermione opened her eyes and her chocolate brown eyes looked back into the bright green eyes of Harry. She stopped humming and Harry smiled.

“Please don’t stop on the count of me.” said Harry while taking his hand up to her cheek and gently rubbing over it to make sure that she was real. Hermione sat up.

“Harry! I’m sorry, I heard you muttering in your sleep and I had to come down here to make sure that you were alright. I will go back to my room.” she said while trying to get up.

“No...please don’t go. You are a vision to me, so beautiful. Stay.” he said while pulling her down back onto the bed. Little did she notice that Harry pointed his wand behind her back to the door to make sure that no one would hear them. Harry touched her cheek and he couldn’t resist anymore. He leaned over and gently touched his lips to hers. It was the sweetest kiss that two people could share. Hermione felt the goosebumps playing all over her body. If she were standing, she would have lost control of her knees. It took all of her will power to pull away from Harry.

“Harry, I love you, but I can’t do this.” said whispered and sat up again.

“Please, Hermione. I just realized that I am deeply in love with you.”

“Harry, why now? You can’t love me now. Why can’t it wait for a while?

“Because when a person finds out that he wants to spend the rest of his life with someone he can’t wait to tell that other person so they can get started on the rest of their lives together. Because it’s true, ‘Mione, just say the word and it’s done. I want to have a family with you and everything.” Harry stopped as he saw the tears roll down her cheeks. ‘Even when she is sad she is beautiful.’ thought Harry. Hermione looked at Harry with her sad brown eyes and cleared her throat.

“Harry you have to know...That future can never be.” she stopped as she tried to control her tears.

“What is it ’Mione?” he asked.

“Harry, when Dolohov attacked me, he did more damage than you know.” Harry sat up and looked at her ready for anything that she threw at him. “The healer told me that he kicked me pretty hard in the stomach and ruined any chance of me having children. Don’t you see Harry, if you stay with me, we will never have kids, and you will never have the family that you deserve? I’m sorry, but it will never be possible.” she cried as she placed her hands over her face to hide her shame.

Harry took this as a low blow. ‘No family?’ he thought. “ ‘Mione, a life without you would be incomplete. I do not care if we have kids or not...I love you just the way you are.” he kissed her on the cheek. Hermione lowered her hands and smiled at Harry with watery eyes.

“Thank you, Harry. But are you sure? You could have anyone in a drop of a hat someone that can give you a happy life.” she protested. Harry shook his head, making his jet-black hair fall into his eyes.

“Hermione Jane Granger, a life without you is no life at all. You are what makes me happy and you are the only person that can fill my life.” she smiled and kissed Harry on the lips. Harry returned the kiss placing his hand on the back of her head pulling her in closer to deepen the kiss. Hermione let out a small gasp and parted her lips to let Harry’s tongue enter her mouth. Harry leaned back onto the bed, pulling Hermione on top of him all without breaking apart. Neither one of them cared if anyone walked in on them at this moment…it was too perfect. For the first time, Harry was in love with someone that loved him back. Now was the perfect time to show that there was nothing wrong with the love of his life.

Harry turned Hermione onto her back and reached up to take off her night shirt. Once it was off, Harry saw every bruise that Dolohov left on Hermione’s body. He closed his eyes to block out the pain that she went through then opened them again. Harry took the time to kiss every bruise on her body. ‘No matter what it is, you are beautiful’ he thought over to Hermione. ‘Thanks, love’ she thought back. Tears sprung up in the corners of Hermione’s eyes as she watched Harry take care of her body as if it were a precious gift that was too good for mankind to even see; like Moses looking at the burning bush representing God.

Hermione closed her eyes letting the loving tears ran down her cheeks; and she felt like silk. As her eyes were closed, she thought back to the last night she was with Harry like this. It was not rushed like before. There was no hint of the lingering hurt that Harry’s adversaries afflicted upon him. She felt it. Harry’s love, passion; his pure essence seeping out of every kiss that was placed upon her body. If she were to ever describe Heaven, it would be something like this moment. She felt the all of the pain that Dolohov had placed upon her melt away to a dark corner. Hermione took in a deep breath as Harry stopped his wondering of her body with his kisses. He sat in front of Hermione; brown eyes met Green eyes.

Harry’s voice came out low and husky, “Hermione, I don’t want you to regret anything. I want you to fully enjoy the pleasure of love. If you want me to stop, then I will. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I want to be the perfect man for you.”

Hermione smiled at the true feelings showing through Harry’s eyes...love. “Harry, no one is perfect, it is impossible. But this moment, it is perfect. Seasons may change, but I will ALWAYS love you until my dying day- whenever that is. Come what may.” She leaned into Harry, bringing both hands up to the sides of Harry’s face, and she softly kissed him. Harry responded to the kiss by leaning in so that Hermione was laying back down, all while slipping off his sleep pants. Hermione broke the kiss with minor difficulty since Harry didn’t want to part with her lips. She wanted to enjoy every moment. She wanted to soak in the vulnerability of being naked with someone else. She wanted to know every bit of Harry’s body, every curve, every freckle.

Hermione, with strength that no one knew she had, turned Harry over onto his back and began her exploration of her lover’s anatomy. Harry closed his eyes and relished in the fact that he was in love with someone that loved him back. This was not the love he had known; growing up in the Dursley household deprived him of that, they made sure to stick to that regime. The girls at school loved his fame; they wanted to get in on the publicity of his presence. Not Hermione. She loved him for him, no matter what he was going through; she was there to support him even when he was unruly and stubborn to everyone around him. He felt it. Her love, compassion, the mere essence through every touch to his body from her hands. It was electric! He gasped loudly as she slowly let her finger trace down his chest, to his stomach, to his hip, through the raven colored hair in his crotch. Hermione looked up at Harry’s face and smiled as she saw that he was fully enjoying her treatment. She had read many books during her last year at school, most of them being Lavender’s books, on pleasure and how to perform it on her partner. They proved to be true to Hermione’s delight. She saw that Harry wanted more so she bent over and lightly pressed her lips to his head, making Harry thrust his hips upward slightly. Harry felt the chills running down his body. The feeling was amazing, the warmth was so unbearable...and she was going so slow, awakening all of his senses and shutting out all of his thoughts on his imperfections. He pulled his hands off of the bed and placed them on the back of Hermione’s head wrapping his hands in her hair. ‘ ’Mione, this is amazing! Oh, Merlin!’ he thought to her. Hermione moaned as she heard Harry’s passionate thoughts running through her.

Harry had enough; he wanted to have his fun as well. He gently pulled Hermione’s mouth off of him and put her back on the bed so that she was facing him. He reached down to her hands and brought them up to rest on the headboard. One hand rested on hers while the other grabbed his wan from under the pillow, and with a little flick of his wand, Hermione’s hands were bonded in its place. Hermione looked at her hands then back at Harry with slight fear in her eyes.

“Harry...what the fuc-“ But Harry cut her off.

“Shh, it’s okay. Do you trust me?” Hermione looked back at her hands. “Do you trust me?” he asked again. She looked into his eyes and nodded. Harry smiled as he kissed her tenderly on the lips. When he lifted from he lips he whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, just close your eyes and enjoy.” He kissed her cheek softly and continued slowly and softly down her neck, to the hollow of her throat, in between her mounds. Hermione moaned her satisfaction; wanting more. Harry sensed her need and slowly licked her hard nub. Hermione hissed out loud. He was teasing her and getting his revenge from her treatment. She moaned louder when he gently blew on the wet spot letting the cool air arouse her even more. ‘Oh, Harry! Suck it, I need It.’ she thought over to him. He was too happy to oblige as he took in most of her breast into his mouth while gently sucking. Noticing that the other breast was there, Harry moved to that one while bringing one hand to the first bosom and caressing it.

After Harry was finished with her chest, he moved lower kissing her stomach; stopping only to stick his tongue into her navel. As he started moving southbound more, Hermione lifted her hips up to meet his face. Just having him there, so close to her sensitive spot, made Hermione scream out his name. A wave of warmth ran through her body. If she could describe the feeling, she would say it was an explosion, but in a good way. Harry lowered his head more and lightly flicked his tongue with her bucking wanting her to never come down from her orgasm. He had never done this before, but he knew he was doing this right just from her reaction. Feeling that she had enough, Harry flicked his wand again and the bond on Hermione’s hands were gone and she immediately brought her hands down to his head. Harry lifted his head and crawled back up to kiss Hermione fully in the lips. Tasting herself on his mouth made her want more and all of this kissing wasn’t going to do it.

With that superhero strength from before, Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist and flipped him over so that she was straddling him. With a small smile curving her mouth, she slowly slid down upon him. Harry let out a lustful groan. She was so tight, and her body adjusted to have him fit her snugly. Harry placed his hands of her hips as Hermione started to bounce slightly. He took in the view with pleasure; a goddess loving him with her eyes closed in delight, her perfect bosom bouncing up and down; it was enough to drive him over the edge, but he held on wanting this moment to never end. Harry wrapped his arms around her and flipped her back onto her back. He grabbed one of her legs and brought it up to place it on his shoulder so he could go in deeper. He pulled back almost until he was out of her, and with a mighty thrust, they both screamed out each other’s name.

Getting lost in the passion, they had no idea that outside of their window, hundreds of shooting stars were lighting the sky imitating the emotion that was going on in the bedroom.
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On the day that they were leaving back to Hogwarts, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny all spent the early morning hours packing everything away in their respectable trunks.

“Why, in the name of Merlin, are we awake at five in the morning?” shouted Ron as he went into Harry’s room.

“I have no idea, but I do know I’m getting some serious sleep on the train ride.” said Harry while bending over his trunk to make sure that he had everything squared away for his trip back to school. Before anything else was said, Ginny ran into the room. She looked upset.

“Harry, Ron, mum told me to get you guys to come down to the kitchen. Before you ask, I don’t know why she wants us there, but she was crying and said that she needed to tell us something. Most of the Order is here as well. Hurry!” With that she ran back out of the room with Harry and Ron at her heels.

When they got into the kitchen there were solemn looks on everyone’s face. They knew it was important when they saw Albus Dumbledore sitting at the head of the table, looking very grave indeed. Hermione glanced around the table. When she finished looking at everyone, she turned to the old headmaster.

“Sir, where is my father?”

Dumbledore looked up at her and looked back down towards the table. “That is why I called you down here. Please take a seat.” Hermione sat down gingerly flanked by Ron and Harry. Ginny stood behind Hermione waiting to hear what the professor had to say. “There is no good way to say this. Miss Granger, we have news that someone leaked out information about you to Voldemort. With your new connection to Harry, you are at great risk of being captured by enemies to lure Harry to them.”

“Yes, sir. Please forgive me for sounding so trite, but I already knew that, Harry and I talked about it and I don’t care about the dangers.” she paused and looked at Harry and smiled. “It’s worth it.”

Albus smiled weakly but was gone an instant later. “Yes, Miss Granger, but that is not all. I sorry to say that the person that leaked out the information was none other than your father. He has been giving out information to Voldemort for two years now, since the September after his rebirth. I am truly sorry you had to hear it.” Hermione rose from her chair and sent it across the room to the opposite wall where it swelled and exploded by an inside force of water. Everyone gasped as she displayed her wandless magic.

“NO!!!” she screamed. “First, Dolohov beats me to a pulp and takes away my abilities to give another life, now THIS?!! I don’t believe it! It’s not true!” she sobbed weakly. Harry stood and took her into her arms. Everyone looked at Hermione with shocked eyes...they never knew the whole outcome of the beating. Mrs. Weasley cried harder as she stood up to hug Hermione who was just inconsolable. Molly tried hard to calm her down by clearing her throat to speak.

“Everything doesn’t turn out the way that you think they do dear. Take a look at my family.” she paused as tears started running down her cheeks. Harry sensed it… there was more.

“Mrs. Weasley, what is going on?”

“Harry, dear, call me Molly. I love you like my own son.” at the uttering of ‘son’ she wailed and Mr. Weasley stood up to put a comforting arm around his wife.

“Mum, did something happen to one of the family members? What is it that is making you cry so hard?” asked Ron now standing up from his chair and walking over to her. She lifted her head from her husband’s shoulder and looked at Ron with red, wet eyes.

“Ronnie, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before. It’s your brother, Percy, he’s a...he’s a...” but Harry finished for her.

“A Death Eater.” Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry and nodded, continuing to cry on Arthur’s shoulder.

Harry turned to Ron and saw the color rising in his face to rival Vernon’s red when he was angry. “That prat is a ruddy Death Eater?! Cor!” as he yelled out, the lights in the room started to flicker from the energy charge came from him. Everyone stood awestruck at the fact the Ron was expressing a new power they thought he didn’t have. Albus stood.

“I know that we are all emotional, however, we need to regroup. The purpose for calling you down here is to put you in the alert to the activity that is going on.” he made his way to the door but paused. “You three,” he pointed to Harry, Hermione and Ron, “please meet with me in the parlor. I have more to share with you.” The students gave one last look at the room and followed the headmaster out of the room.

Once they reached the parlor, Dumbledore placed a strong silencing charm on the room so that they wouldn’t be overheard. He sat on one of the large armchairs and motioned for them to follow. All three sat on the long couch that resembled one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room.

“I feel that the seasons are changing in you three. You might be wondering what I have to say to you, well as I suspect, you have been experiencing effects of the area around you when you express a strong emotion.” The three looked at each other. They came up with only one conclusion: the headmaster has definitely lost it. “Ah, I suppose I need to explain something to you.

“If any of you had read the back of my chocolate frog card, you would know that I worked on Alchemy with a friend by the name of Nicholas Flamel. Alchemy was as much a study of magic as it was the study of reducing things to their purest state. Incorruptibility---possessing a Heavenly nature---was something many alchemists sought in their formulas and experiments. Like the four humors, there are four elements. These are not well-known to modern people than the humors are. The elements themselves are considered to be incorruptible and ideal (in the sense of Platonic ideals, which were translated in medieval Europe into a kind of Heavenly ideal, or that which resides in God). Water. The weird thing about Elementary Water is that it doesn\'t evaporate; it burns. This is probably because alcohols looked a lot like water and they burn quite readily. Earth. This is hard to explain. This isn\'t dirt, or dust, or rock, or anything else that specific. It\'s Earth. Elementary Earth controls the universe and how it effects the Earth itself. It’s a major part in the four elements by controlling all of the elements in some form. Air. Elementary Air change temperature, humidity or do anything weather-related. Fire. Elementary Fire is not exactly hot. It doesn\'t really burn things as such, but rather purifies them.”

Harry and Ron sat with puzzled looks plastered on their faces, however, Hermione sat in shock and raised a fair few questions. “Professor, sir, I have read about this in the library, but isn’t it said that these powers have not been in use for thousands of years?” Albus smiled at the young witch, she really was very talented.

“Yes, Miss Granger, you are correct! If we were at school I would have to award house points for your determination to study witchcraft. These powers have not, that is until now, made an appearance in magical beings.”

“What do you mean ‘that is until now’ sir? Are you saying that these powers are resurfacing now?” she asked.

“Yes and yes, Miss Granger. I have a hunch that these powers reside in three people so far. There is yet to be a fourth, but I have my suspicions.” the headmaster stated.

“Do you know the people who possess the power?” she asked, but she already knew the answer.

“Yes, I do. Miss Granger, I don’t think you noticed your display in the kitchen, but you have the magical element of water.” he smiled at the shocked look on Hermione’s face.

“But sir, I’m muggle-born. How can I possess this power when I was the first to have any witchcraft?”

“Ah, Miss Granger, if it is one thing that we must learn it is the fact that pure-blood, half-blood and muggle-born just apply to one generation. Just because your parents are muggle does not mean that you were the only witch in the family. Your history goes back thousands of years. Maybe if you have time you could read up on it. I added a book of your history to the library, I am sure that you will be enlightened on where you come from. Now, as for you two,” he looked at Ron then at Harry. “Ron you possess the element of fire. May I suggest that you use it wisely? It is a purification element. If there is something evil around and your powers were to unleash itself, the evil will be wiped away for good. This goes for people as well. Unleash your power upon a purely evil person you can take away their very soul with a gust of fire which will eventually kill that person.”

Ron took a deep gulp of air and looked down upon his hands. “Bloody Hell.” he whispered to himself. Albus smiled benignly at Ron then focused his eyes on Harry.

“Harry, I am fortunate to say that you possess the element of Earth. Not only do you have the power to unleash your own special powers, you are able to channel Mr. Weasley’s and Miss Granger’s powers and use them.”

Harry looked into Dumbledore’s eyes and it hit him. “The power the Dark Lord knows not.” Dumbledore nodded.

“Yes, Harry. This is the power that will prove to help you conquer Voldemort. You see since your power has not been seen for thousands of years, he will not think to look up the power. The one thing that Tom Riddle hates more than muggle-borns is ancient magic, which is the same ancient magic that protected you when you were a child. Now that this business is taken care of, I will make time to have training sessions for your new magic. Also, I think taking the train back to school will not be a good idea so you will take a portkey to my office. So enjoy your day I will see you tonight at the feast.” and Albus Dumbledore stood from his chair, took the charm off the room and, with a tiny POP, he was gone.

sorry i took me so long to finish this one :( but it is finished now so enjoy:)