Meant To Be

Title: Meant To Be
Author: Flamesky
Pairing: HP/DM, SB/RL, HG/RW
Warnings: OC, angst, fluff, language, WAFF, WIP, Lime, D/s, Mpreg, slash.
Summary:AU angel Harry & demon Draco. When Harry reaches his maturity and God reviles him his destiny, he finds out he has a particular soul mate. Harry is then sent down to earth with Albus Dumbledore as his guide to meet his mate.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot line and some few characters that have nothing to do with JK’s Harry Potter world.
A/N: Oh wow, thanks. *blush* All I can say is well that I ehh, that I well…(Erm, don’t I sound like Harry?@_@) Ahem! I really hope that you will enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing these two chapters. And I feel real proud about the reviews. *is reading them over and over again*
Yes, the story is kind of sad even if I think there will be some humour in future chapters (Always if I can write that, that is…) to lift some spirits up! Thank-you for reviewing or well, just reading. Thank-you. I’m not a…Religious person myself, but I do believe that if there was this universal God, he would love us all for whom and what we are. We are all his children, right? And we are all brothers and sisters, no? By saying this I don’t mean to disrespect other beliefs, sorry if in any ways, I have.
Thank-you for your sympathy, that was really…Appreciated and to say the truth, unexpected.
Oh and, before going on…I’ve noticed I keep on doing some very silly grammar mistakes… (x_x I apologize for that!) Since English isn’t really my first language, is some one willing to BETA my fic? Alright, on with the story then.
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Chapter 2: It’s A See You Not A Goodbye
Written by: Flamesky

“I understand.”

Ron caressed his wife’s back as he looked at her with worry.

“Yes, Harry told us something like that.” She continued, voice low, eyes clouded with a distinct sadness and little resentment. “And I…I understand.” She said yet again, voice breaking as she leaned on her husband for support. All this was watched by the careful eyes of Albus Dumbledore who had come at the first lights of morning to their door. Harry still had to wake up.

Ron caressed Hermione’s hair, expression unreadable as he looked at Dumbledore. “Why do we have so little time with him now?” His voice was horsed. Before the old man could reply, he went on. “Two days-starting today and tomorrow he’ll be gone?” “Yes.” Hermione closed her eyes tightly at the response. “Our God’s orders.” Ron looked like he wanted to heavily complain on that but didn’t open his mouth. Instead, he looked away rather guilty.
“At the moment, I’ve come to inform him about his departure. Use this day, use it well.” The female Angel opened her eyes at that. “There might not be any other if,” “If the quarrels between our world and the Demon’s won’t stop or because of his mate?” Albus smiled, eyes twinkling. “Hermione, you’ve always been a smart girl.” He admitted. Unsure creases came upon Hermione’s young face. “But Albus, won’t it be dangerous for Harry?” “Yeah, thrown in some world he doesn’t even know…” Hermione nodded at what Ron said and looked expectedly at Albus. The old man sighed and shifted the cup that had held his coffee.
“His mate won’t let anything happen to him and I promise, I’ll be there to protect him. I am after all, his guide. His mate also happens to be highly respected in the world of Demons. His family is a very powerful one, like I told you. Anyhow, Harry is not expected to go in the Demon’s world just yet.” The married couple looked at each other, Hermione bit her lip and Ron seen this, came closer to give her a small kiss on the cheek.
“Malfoy…” He spat the name again. “I don’t like him already.” Hermione shivered thinking the worst for Harry, and Ron quickly felt constipated by his own doings. “We have to be strong for Harry, Hermione.” He added gently, there was a rueful look on his face. The Angel in his arms nodded. She looked up. “Must we wake up Harry now?”

The old man nodded. “The quicker I talk to Harry, further time you will have to spend with him. Oh and please, don’t tell him what I told you about his mate…Swear to me.” The married couple nodded solemnly looking rather stressed out. “Do you want me to go, love?” Ron offered as he pulled away from the tight embrace. “No. No, I will.” Hermione sounded a little lost as she stood up hurriedly and nodded. “I’ll be right back.” Ron watched her leave and then turned to Albus which was smiling sadly at him. “You two are a glorious couple.” Ron nodded in silent thanks. ‘Better for Harry and this guy to be one glorious couple too.’ He thought somewhat aggressively.

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Upstairs, unknown to what was happening, Harry Potter still slept undisturbed. Hermione exhaled with difficulty as she watched him. Slowly, she knelt down and brushed few locks away from his face. A smile curled her lips, eyes watery, as many memories invaded her, much like what had happened to Harry the day before. She bit her lip so that her sob was suffocated in her. Ron was right. They had to be strong for Harry and letting him see her like this wouldn’t have helped at all. The Angel closed her eyes, hiding them in her hands as her shoulders shook occasionally. Then, rubbing her tears away she looked at him closely for some few moments and stood up.
Clearing her voice, she went to shake him awake.

“Harry,” She called gently. The other Angel shifted slightly in his sleep, his breathing still even. Hermione smiled, rolling her eyes at him. Then, she gulped in all the air possible and shouted, “Hey you sleepy head! Wake up! Sunny day’s come and-” “Yes, yes…Ok, I’m up!” The female Angel giggled at the grumpiness of his friend. Harry glared. “Ha-ha. So funny. See? I’m laughing now. Happy?” Hermione snickered and came to hug the incredibly grouchy Angel. “Very.” She said truthfully. Harry smiled even if she couldn’t see him and hugged her back. “Good morning Mione, what time is it?” “Its nine just now.” She retracted as Harry looked around for his glasses. Once on, he blinked. “Ah,” he groaned satisfied. “Now the world isn’t blurry any more.” She smiled silently, watching him stand and search for some cloths. “Harry, I made this for you. I meant to give it to you yesterday but after the news…I kind of forgot.” She muttered finally. Harry smiled gently wanting to tell her that it was ok, but a wool jumper was brought in front of him. He gasped as he took it in his hands.
The green material was soft and warm, it was hand made and Harry could tell Hermione had put all her best efforts in it. Even if it might have not been all that perfect, to Harry looked beautiful. “Oh, Hermione.” He smiled, holding the jumper to him. Hermione had a soft blush on her cheeks, a hand caressing her stomach as the other rested on her opposite shoulder with casualty. “I just thought…That this color really brought out the one of your eyes, and-“ She went silent as Harry quickly grabbed her in a hug. “Thank-you.” He whispered in her hair. She smiled and hugged him back, momentary closing her eyes for the tears. “Happy late birthday, Harry.”

After a while she patted him on the back as she pulled away. “Come now, there is a visitor for you downstairs.” Harry nodded. “I’ll wear it for you today.” “Don’t be silly, Harry. It’s too warm for you to wear it.” He grinned mischievously, “I’ll perform a cooling spell and…” Hermione shook hear head playfully at him. “Ah, Harry Potter! Fine if you must.” With last grins she closed the door behind her.
As soon as the door was close; both Angels couldn’t help but to shed a tear.

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The jumper was a little too big but from that, it was the most comfortable jumper he had ever possessed. With it, Harry had accompanied it with some cosy blue jeans. Now that it wasn’t his maturity day or the days before maturity, Harry was allowed to wear normal cloths again. He smiled a little remembering the way Ron had insisted for him to wear the tunic for his party as well. He climbed down the stairs every intention to look cheerful when he noticed just who the visitor was. Harry’s smile froze momentary on his face as he slowed down on the last two steps of the stairs. “Albus.” He greeted with a nod.
The people in the room had already seen him descent.

“Morning mate! Lovely jumper.” Ron came to clap him on the shoulder. In return, Harry half hugged him but stared at the smiling face of the old man. “Harry, I have some things to inform you about our travelling.” Albus stood up and gestured to the door. “I’ll be right behind you, Albus.” Promised Harry as he noticed Hermione’s darkened expression. She had been putting some coffee for Harry in a cup and had obdurately stopped with the result that, the coffee had gone flying on the table. “I’m ok…I’m ok.” She mumbled making herself busy. He glanced at Ron who just made a signal for him to follow Dumbledore and went to his wife. With a sigh, the emerald eyed Angel exited the kitchen.

The morning air was quite chilly as he went out. He noticed Albus standing facing the sun, the breeze moving the mass of beard. He came next to him in silence and surveyed the beautiful view that that piece of heaven had to offer. Green hills seemed endless as the sun’s dawn rays touched the Angel Cove, home to the Angels of Heaven. Little houses were here and there, the tranquil suburbia was still quite and unmoving. Harry inhaled the clean air.
“Albus, I’m glad for you to be my guide.” At this, Albus turned his twinkling blue eyes at him and smiled optimistically. “It’s really a privilege to spend some more time with you.” “Harry.” The old man laughed a little, an offended Angel had turned to look at him when he did. “You seemed ready enough to shoot me daggers when you came downstairs.” The Angel blushed. “I apologize for that.” He whispered.

“Its ok, I understand how you must feel.” Green eyes looked up at that. “So what news do you bring me, Albus?” “I’m sorry to say, not much nice once for you.” Harry’s face turned unreadable at the words. “I am to bring you down to earth tomorrow. Tomorrow night to be more exact.” Harry’s mouth fell open, heart accelerating as he stepped back and forth uncertain if or not, to run back in his friend’s arms. Now, that was why Hermione had been acting so peculiar…
“They know I have to leave so soon.” It was more of a statement than a question. Albus clapped him on the shoulder and the Angel looked up. “I told you about Hogwarts before, do you remember?” Harry managed a smile at that. “Yes, you told me lots of stories about the magic school.” The old man nodded. “You’ll be staying there for the time been and you’ll play the part of Professor’s McGonagall’s Transfigurations assistance. I’m sure you will enjoy the subject very much as you already exceed in that.” He nodded slowly. “Wasn’t, McGonagall the one that could turn in a cat?” Blue eyes twinkled with mirth now. “Yes, Harry she’s the one but please, ‘Professor McGonagall’, Harry. While you’re there you’ll have to call each Professor you meet with he’s or her due titles.” “Ok.” Replied the Angel.
“In less then a week, school will start up again. You will have the necessary time to get used to your surroundings before anything major will happen…” “How,” Albus looked at Harry. “Yes?” “How will I…You know, meet him. And what exactly will happen when I do?” Albus laughed. “You don’t expect him to jump you, honestly Harry?” “Well…” The Angel blushed and crossed his arms in what seemed to him, a modest way. “I thought actually, that of myself.” Albus shook his head, eyes searching the vista as he responded. “Your guess is as good as mine, Harry. Will see then. However, if you want my opinion, I’m sure you’ll have great self control.” Before the exact meaning of that could have gone to his head, the young Angel peeped in with another question.
“Then, I’ll meet him soon?” “I’m not sure of that, you will probably rather…Be affected by the change of place. And well, the sudden nearness to your mate, to be quite stable to do anything at all.” A strange trill arose in Harry, one he couldn’t identify and he was momentarily in deep silence as it washed out of him.
“When sunset tomorrow, make sure all your things are packed. I will come for you here.” Harry had other questions now, but chewed them back. He exhaled nodding as he watched Albus turn to walk out of the fence gate. “Bid my goodbyes to the fellow Weasleys for me Harry, will you?” “I will.” Albus smiled yet again, cheerfully at him. “I’ll see you soon then.” And with a pop, he was gone.

Harry didn’t stay two seconds longer outside. He ran back in the house to open the kitchen door to see Hermione and Ron sitting close together at the table. Hermione’s head was resting on Ron’s shoulder while his face was bent on her. As the raven head Angel came in they looked up quickly. There was a moment of awkward glances before the married couple and Harry himself went to embrace each other at the same time.

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“But it’s not fair! You’ve always been better than any one in the air! Plus, I was only 12! What was I supposed to know?”

There was laughter as a bemused Ron watched in open mouth. “Hey! This is seriously damaging my Angel ego, you know?” He crossed his arms and snorted at them. “Oh you pompous brat!” Giggled Hermione from behind Harry’s wings.

“Ok yeah, so I did manage to charm your wings to shrink.” Sniggered Harry, eyes light with hilarity. “But come on, still today it bothers you?” Hermione elbowed him playfully. “Careful Harry, ‘serious Angel ego’ at stake here!” At her sarcasm, he laughed. A smile crept on Ron’s offended supposed-to-be-face and he whacked Harry on the head. “Mione’s kiss was at bay! Of course I’m still affronted! You got to be kissed on the cheek by my future wife first!” Now, they all laughed. “Using cunning sneaky ways, may I add?” Green eyes rolled to the sky, a smile formed his ruby lips. “Ron, you-Ouch!”
“Sorry!” Remerged a sheepish Hermione from behind the white feathers. The Angel turned to her. “Hermione watch it with my wings, Ron might not be the only one with some fragile ego and well, those two babies are my life.” A brown eyebrow arched on the girl’s face. “Who are you and what have you done with Harry?” He dropped the pout. “Come on,” She smiled, “Just finishing getting all this twigs out. Really, did you have to do that race thing again?” “But Mione!” Interrupted Ron, “It was for old time’s sake! It was a much needed race and an opportunity to win myself!”

“Which…You didn’t.”

”Oh shut up, Harry!”

The room echoed with laughter again.
That day had gone fairly well. The three Angels had had some time to recollect themselves after Albu’s visit and to enjoy the day. Really, it was the most mature thing they could have done. Instead of loosing time weeping, they laughed and played silly like when they used to be teenagers and even more far back. They talked, remembering good happy memories and planned even for the future baby that was to come. Harry grinned as Hermione got tackled by the redhead as soon as she finished cleaning Harry’s wings. The couple laughed as they rolled down the carpet, Hermione trying to push him away as Ron topped her.

In that instant, a thought popped into Harry’s head. Would it be like that even with his mate?

“Harry!” Giggles. “Harry his tickling me, help!” Another grin curled on his lips as he shook his head, retracted his wings and dove in the tickling fight. His mind completely forgetting the doubt.

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“So…What you guys want for dinner?”
The boys looked at each other thoughtfully as they sat on the stools at the other side of the kitchen desk. “How about…Roast beef and roasted potatoes?” Ron nodded in agreement. “Nice one Harry!” The pregnant Angel gave a dazzling smile as she started to take some pans. “Off with you two now, kitchen’s mine. Muwahaha!”

“Harry!”

“What?” He laughed. Ron had a highly terrified expression on his face as he watched Hermione. “She’s mental!” Harry chuckled at that. “I married a mad-woman!” Hermione glared at that holding a frying pan dangerously at him. “Oh, I’ll just show you the mad-woman if you don’t step foot out of this kitchen!” She was grinning thought. “Alright, alright. Come on, Harry mate. We know when we are not wanted here. Harry shook his head.

“Unbelievable…Married, mature couple…My broom stick.” He muttered.

“I heard that.”

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“Dinner was great, Mione.” Sighed a very full Harry as he stretched on the grass. Next to him was Hermione, her head on his shoulder as she watched the million of stars before them. Ron on the other side smiled. “You cook magically…For a mad-woman.” “Ron…” There were some few sniggers but then the peaceful silence came upon them again. Harry breathed in the fresh air feeling rather comfortable.
The raven head Angel smiled up at the heavens, a star seemed to twinkle brighter as he did that and his chest vibrate in chuckles. “What’s that?” Asked Hermione. “Nothing just…God’s watching us.” He responded. The girl smiled. “Yeah, he does always.” “Oh, I sure hope not!” Gasped the redhead. There was a moment of silence before they laughed a little weird out by that. “Erm, right.” Blushed Harry.
Silence.

“Harry, how do you feel about this entire soul mate thing?” The question came out from the blue, just like that. The Angel sat up, looking at Hermione not sure to why she had brought it up. “We couldn’t avoid the subject forever now, could we?” “Guess not.” He muttered running a hand trough his wild locks. Ron sat up Indian style as he chewed thoughtfully on his lip. “I know, well…How do you feel about it now that a day as passed from the unexpected news.” “It’s hard for me to say.” Harry responded the girl. “I’m just ah…Hopping for the best.” He shrugged, eyes low. Hermione sighed and embraced his friend. “Don’t keep it all in Harry. Whatever you do just…Don’t. If you have to cry, cry. It’s alright to do so.”

“I’m going to miss you guys so much.” He admitted not meeting their eyes. “The idea to go in a world I don’t know, to meet a person that…Well, that he he…It’s hard.” “You’ll have ol’Dumbledore with you, Harry.” Came in the redhead. “And I’m sure will keep in contact by letters or perhaps, with Hermione’s telepathy skills.” Harry nodded weakly. “Yes, but the idea that I won’t see you ever again, hurts me. It scares me. I don’t have anyone in this world but you guys! You’ve been like my brothers and sisters and…” Emerald gems transformed into little shimmering water falls. Even Hermione had tears shining in her eyes now. Ron sniffed heavily but reached for Harry’s shoulder. “It’s not a goodbye Harry.” His voice was low. “It’s a see you. I’m sure we’ll have other chances to meet again.” Hermione nodded enthusiastically as she rubbed of some tears. “Yes,” She cleared her voice. “Don’t think it negative, Ron is probably right. Plus, you’ll have your mate there with you.”

“You don’t get it do you?!” Harry jumped to his feet, turning around to see his surprised friends. “I don’t know who he is. He doesn’t know me. I didn’t know he existed and he never knew and I did too till yesterday! Makes sense? Oh no, hold on.” He snapped heatedly. “I forgot to mention-silly me, his a Demon and oopsy-daisies, I’m an Angel!” Came the cynical ending. Hermione and Ron looked at each other unsure what to say at that.
“Which erm,” He pretended to think it over. “Happens to be that same species that killed my parents and oh, how kind of them to spare me with this cute little mark on my forehead.” Enough was enough. Hermione suddenly stood up and slapped him on the face.
Harry blinked as he looked in the eyes of his infuriated friend. The slap seemed to have awakened him from his sudden hysterical state. Ron, still on the grass, was petrified in shock.

“Don’t you dare speak like that, Harry Potter! I wonder why those words don’t sting your tongue! Your spitting venom, don’t you realize? That’s so not like you Harry. What do you think God would believe as his looking, huh?” Harry was speechless. “Don’t sound so ungrateful.” The pregnant Angel swayed on her feet, voice weaker. Ron quickly came up to support her. She smiled quickly at him and turned with a much gentler expression towards Harry.
“Think beyond that, Harry. You’ll just make it worse on yourself.”
He looked away ashamed and hugged his arms around his shoulders. “I…” He bit his lip and breathed in. “How can a person love another without even knowing them?” He whispered stressed out. Before either could respond, he muttered a quick good night and left them outside.

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The following morning, Ron accompanied a quiet Harry to his own house. That same evening he was to leave the Angel Cove with Dumbledore.

“Harry…”

The Angel turned to his friend as he entered his home. “Yeah, Ron?” “Are you still angry with Hermione?” He stepped in. “No, I never was. She was right, you know?” Ron nodded still looking at him worriedly. “Then why aren’t you two talking?” Harry hesitated for a moment as he took his trunk out. “I couldn’t do it this morning, she was having morning sickness.” Came the reasonable excuse. “Why not yesterday night then.” Harry sighed and waved his hands in a gentle motion. “I was too proud for my own good.”

Harry’s cloths and some important possessions suddenly started to float in the air and shrink as they went gradually in the black trunk. Ron sniggered. “To proud, huh?” Harry blushed. “Not even I am that perfect.” The other Angel clapped him on the back. “Good. I was feeling kind of left out here.” They laughed softly and together started to look around Harry’s stuff. Ron all the while, helping Harry pack.

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After some last long goodbye glances at Harry’s house, the two Angels arrived back to Ron’s and Hermione’s place. As they entered, the rich aroma of coffee greeted them. “Hmm.” Sniffed Ron, a smile on his face. “Morning dear.” He went behind Hermione and kissed her on the cheek. The Angel smiled and handed him a cup. “How are you feeling?” “Better.” She replied, wiping her nose with a tissue. “Harry, coffee?” He was brought out of his thoughts. “Ah, yes please.” She nodded and went to fetch him a cup. Ron raised an eyebrow as he came to sip some of his coffee. “I’m going ahh…To check out the crickets Mione. Be right back!” He shrugged his head towards Hermione when he thought she wasn’t looking and smiled overly sweetly at them.

“Couldn’t be more obvious.” Muttered Harry as the door slid close. Hermione placed the coffee cup in front of him and begun to pour him some. She smiled, color tinting her unnaturally pale cheeks again. “Yeah. ‘I’m going ahh…To check the crickets Mione. Be right back!’” They chuckled quietly. “Hope he found those crickets, alright.”

“I’m sorry.” He said after the pause. “It’s ok. You deserved it and it was my pleasure to slap some sense back into you.” “Yeah, and-HEY!” Hermione laughed, coughing slightly as she did so. Harry smiled. “Well yes, I did deserve it. Thanks for the slap.” The pregnant Angel coughed one last time. “Oh, any time.” With a wink, she sipped on her own coffee.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to go visit the others?” Asked Ron as they sat down for lunch. “Its ok Ron. I saw everyone at the party. It would just be harder for me if they knew…I said my goodbyes.” Hermione cleared her voice as she helped herself with some salad. “Its ‘See you’, Harry.” She suggested. “Right!” Nodded Harry with a smile. Ron nodded himself and took a drink from his wine glass. “Good, good.” He mumbled. Silence fell on them. “So…” The female Angel chewed on the crunchy salad as she eyed her husband seriously. “How were those crickets again?” She then asked with mock full interest. Ron went red to the roots. “Would you just, drop THAT??”
Harry hadn’t slept the night, but his friends didn’t need to know that. Once again, he was immersed in his own thoughts as he watched them tease each other at the table. He laughed as Hermione still pinched Ron about the cricket thing and in return, Ron would accuse her of becoming fatter day by day.

“I’m a pregnant woman! What do you expect?” “Yeah, and a mad one too!” “Well, it’s your entire fault! I didn’t get pregnant alone, you know?” “I sure didn’t get you mad!”

Hermione huffed at the satisfy look on Ron’s face. However, the next comeback was lost to Harry’s ears.

He couldn’t help but think that today was ‘the’ day. His smiled wavered a little, eyes shifting on his animated friends. During the night, the thoughts of his mate had assaulted him without mercy. Harry had turned and turned in his bed, wondering, hoping, thinking…Praying. His stomach was in a tight knot and he found himself not able to eat more of the pasta. Placing his fork on the table he reached for his glass of water. His mate…He didn’t know who he was, how he was, what he looked like…Didn’t even know his name. It was just ‘his mate’ in Harry’s mind. Nothing else.

“Harry, oh! Don’t space off on us. What you thinking about?” Cheered Hermione. “About him, my mate.” Was the quiet response. “I just realized…” He blushed feeling stupid. “I don’t even know the guy’s name.” Ron and Hermione stayed awfully quiet at that one. “What?” Harry asked at the sudden silence. “Nothing.” Answered Hermione quickly as she took some dishes with her as she stood up. She gave Ron a hard look before leaving for the kitchen. “I wonder why she won’t use magic.” “Yeah…I’ll help her.” The redheaded added quickly. Before Harry could have done anything he was gone.

“Hermione, we can’t do like we don’t know anything, we have to tell him!”
“No!” Turned the female Angel, eyes flashing. “There is probably a reason to why Albus or our Holly Father didn’t tell him. He was devastated when he found out his mate was just a Demon and if we…” She lowered her voice. Ron sighed, “I know Hermione, your right. Still, how do you think he’d feel when he’ll find out to be the future son-in-law of his parents murders?” He whispered. Hermione rubbed her forehead. The thing was complicated. “His going to hate us, but Dumbledore made as swear, Ron.”
Harry’s voice interrupted them. “Guys? Is everything ok?”
“We’re coming! Mione just felt little sick!” Ron called back. “Oh, thanks allot.” She snorted. “Hey, you’re the pregnant one here.”
Harry didn’t notice the nervous glances the married couple shared as he waved his hand so that the rest of lunch magically disappeared in the kitchen.
“Thought Ron, there is a place were I’d like to go.” He said. “Were?” Emerald eyes light up.

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“Our school?”
Harry nodded as he came to stand in front of the wooden fence. Hermione smiled watching the little Angels on the other side playing.

“I’ll never forget this place.”
For a moment, the Dream Team watched the red and black brick building with square windows. It was as if a fairy’s house in the middle of a garden. In fact, the grass was a deep green almost as the colors of Harry’s eyes. Hermione smiled and leaned her head on Harry’s shoulder.

“Mate, remember that tree?” As Ron pointed to the familiar trunk the other Angels chuckled. “That’s were we first met!” Gasped Hermione. Harry gripped the fence, leaning into it as he adjusted his glasses on his face. “Yeah, how could we not remember?” He whispered.
The trio fell into silence, the only noise were the children’s happy laughter. Then suddenly, some one clapped their hands and all the kids ran back in the classrooms.

---Flashback---
“Ugly teeth! No wonder no one will ever come out and play with you.” Puffed a redheaded kid. A bushy haired girl glared at him, eyes ready to cry but she fought not to give in. The redhead crossed his arms in victory. “That’s not true!” She cried. “I just like to read! And don’t say that about my teeth!”
“What’s wrong with her teeth anyways?” The two turned to see a little boy with wild black hair. He looked at them curiously behind his round glasses. “Who are you?” Asked the redhead not too friendly. The smaller boy shrugged. “No one, just Harry.” “Hi Harry, I’m Hermione.” Greeted weakly the girl that tried not to sniff too loudly. “And this carrot headed Ron here says I have ugly teeth.” She muttered. “I’m not a carrot head!”

The girl pouted. With a smile the boy named Harry stepped forward. “Well then, you guys are even.” “Huh?” An infuriated just been called, ‘carrot head’, looked at him. “What do you mean? You know nothing.” “You called her ugly teeth and she called you carrot head. Which may I add, it is true.” Ron gaped. “Oh lessen to you…You…You eh, round glasses geek!” Hermione unexpectedly giggled at that. Both boys turned to watch her. “That was just so funny!” She pointed. “Your expression as you said it!” Soon, the contagious laughter made Harry laugh too. He held his stomach as he leaned on the tree for support.
Ron’s cheeks turned slightly red as he watched the two laugh. Soon, he to joined them.

“Hey,” Gasped Harry as he rolled on the grass. “Let’s be all friends, we can be the weird group!” “Yeah!” Laughed the other boy. The girl rolled around to face them. She put her hand in the middle. “Friends forever!”

“Friends forever!” They all cheered.

---END OF FLASHBACK---

“Friends forever.” Muttered Hermione, a far away look on her face. A breeze carried away the words leaving them in a comfortable silence. Heart light, the group watched with slightly teary eyes as the scene played in their mind again and again. The boys smiled at Hermione and with a sigh, arms in arms, the trio walked away from the school.

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“Dumbledore will be here any second now.”

It was five and the three of them were waiting outside the married couple’s home for Dumbledore. Harry was sitting on his black trunk feeling puny; Hermione next to him reached for his arm and snuggled close. “Its going to be ok, Harry.” She said softly.
The Angel breathed down uneasily as his eyes watched Ron standing in front of them and looking around. “I can’t believe this is happening.” “Me too.” “Hermione I…I’ll want to know everything about the baby.” The girl smiled, feeling glad that Harry was starting to think of it in a positive way. “I’ll tell you everything. I’ll try to establish a telepath connection with you. You could do too if you just concentrated enough.” Harry snorted, a small blush on his cheeks. “You have always been the brainy one, Hermione.”

“And you the stubborn, so never stop trying.” Harry looked at her; her chocolate eyes were full with tears. He smiled. “You’ll have to tell me all about your mate too, and how your new life is.” Harry nodded not feeling strong enough to respond. “You know Harry, all Ron and I want for you is to be happy. You will be. And I am sure, he will make you happier than Ron and I could have ever.” “Don’t say that.” He whispered back. “You guys are the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll never forget all we went trough together.” Hermione leaned to kiss him on the cheek. “You are a good guy, Harry. You deserve so much…”
Ron knelt down in front of them and patted Harry’s arm. He gave an assuring smile and winked. “Alright there, mate?” He sounded way too cheerful. Harry grinned and shook his head. “Oh come here you.” And hugged him. Hermione looked on with a smile. “I want you to take good care of her, do you get me?” “Aye, aye, sir!” They laughed.

Suddenly, the noise of someone clearing their voice made them turn to see Albus Dumbledore. He smiled and nodded to each before turning his blue sparkling eyes to Harry. “Time to go, my boy.” Harry nodded gulping down his heart. He stood up, Hermione did too so he could take his trunk.
“So well…” He blinked repeatedly. “I had a great time, should do it again some time soon.” “Yeah.” Managed to rasp Ron as he nodded enthusiastically. Hermione breathed and suddenly locked her arms around his neck. She let out a painful sob. “I’m going to miss you so much! Don’t you dare forget about us!”
Harry, surprised by the sudden action, hugged her back. “Never.” He said quietly. The sobbing Angel hid her face in Harry’s neck. “I love you Harry!” Silent tears streamed from Harry’s eyes as Ron came to clasp them all. “We’ll be in contact, always.” Promised Ron as the trio separated. Harry nodded as he rubbed some tears away and cleared his trout. He stepped out of his friends. He turned to see Ron holding Hermione as they looked at him. With all his force, he smiled. “I’ll pray for you, Harry.” Said the girl.

“Thank-you. See you…See you guys soon.” He walked towards Dumbledore that had a kind look on his face. He sniffed slightly and smiled trough his tears. “Are you ready then?” The emerald eyes Angel nodded. “Yes.” He turned to his friends yet again, Hermione was waving at him. He took in the place one last time and waved back as the old man placed a hand on his shoulder.
Suddenly, Harry felt a distinct pool from his navel and as his vision was already blurry by his tears, Hermione and Ron twisted in a bunch of colors till he couldn’t make anything out and had to close his eyes.
And just like that, Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore disappeared in front of Ron’s and Hermione’s eyes.

TBC...
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A/N: …Iik, there I tried to put some humour into it but weh, perhaps it wasn’t much needed. I’m sorry, this chapter was kind of slow but I wanted to underline the value of friendship this tree guys have. I wanted to…Underline how really hard it was for Harry to leave. He really is going to start out from scratch.
I promise that in the next chapter we will finally hear and see our beloved Draco Malfoy! Happy? I guess that the real actual story truly begins in the next chapter…*blush* Again, sorry if everything was just too slow.
Thanks again for the wonderful reviews and thanks for waiting! I’ll be trying to finish chapter 3 just for you.
“’See you soon!’”
Flamesky