Soul Pieces

SOUL PIECES

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

Chapter 03: Tonk’s House

August 1
2:00 am

Harry was smiling to himself. Finally he was free. Finally he didn’t need to see, speak or even mention the Dursleys anymore. And he was, seventeen years old, a legal adult, sat in a comfortable couch at Tonk’s house.
“So, Harry – Hermione began- you didn’t tell me what gifts that you received.”
Her voice brought him back to reality.
“Oh, well, let’s me see…I receive a pensieve….”
“Harry!”
“Kidding. But, seriously, you three (and he mentioned with his head Tonks and Lupin, that were, well, Snogging in a corner of the living room) gave me a wonderful present. “
“I am glad that you like.”
“ Back to your question…. I received from Mr. and Mrs. some groceries. Ron gave me a book about seekers. From Hagrid, I received a wand kit. Professor McGonagall and Mad-Eye gave me a spell book collection (feel free to read them). Ginny…-he stop and breathed heavily, a sad smile appeared on his face- Ginny gave me a pair of leather gloves. In her card, she said that was for me use this year….”
“She didn’t know, did she?”
He shook his head.
“And from the twins, a received a really great gift. They gave me a potion kit.”
“A what?”
“A potion kit. It’s a kind of a box with several bottles with potions, things like stop bleeding potion, Veritaserum, felix felices and even a pre made polyjuice (I only have to put the ‘other person thing’)”.
“Wow, they really gave you some useful staff.”
“ Oh, I was almost forgetting I also receive a “wonderful” pair of socks from Dobby…”
The girl laughed silently.
“Speaking o f Dobby, you told me he and Kreatcher had already cleaned the house.”
“Yes, they appeared there in Surrey. I sent an owl to McGonagall. Of course, I didn’t mention anything ‘big’, but she understood. She will meet us on august, 8th.”
“Maybe we should call Ron.”
“I thought about that too. In fact, I already talked to him. Remus will give him the coordinates.”
“ That’s good. I miss him.”
“Me too.”
“Well, I think I am going to bed. Good Night, Harry.”
“Wait ! I go with you. I don’t think those two (Lupin and Tonks) will notice. I am pretty tired.”

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Harry thought that living with Hermione would be easy. How wrong he was. Not that she was a bad campaigner. She was the best person to live with. Specially that the most part of the time they spend their time alone in the house: they only talked with Remus and Tonks at breakfast and dinner.
The problem was Hermione. Well, not her. Her body. It was too bloody perfect to, her and Harry’s own good.
Harry began to feel a little uncomfortable around her. He couldn’t understand. Some morning he saw her with only a towel. That was a scene that he already had seen, at the Burrow, but now, he felt a strange feeling. He was hot and cold at same time, a strange feeling, indeed. He had to ran to his room to…to...well, er, relieve himself. How embarrassing!
And things became worse…Apparently; she seemed to have forgotten what were pants. Now, she was only wearing dresses and skirts.
If, during the day, the young wizard could manager to ‘restrain’ himself from embarrassing situations, but at night, in bed, in his dreams … the things were very different. That wasn’t one single night that he didn’t had well, strange and sweat dreams about his best female friend.
Oh, Merlin, help me. I am here with her only 14 days! This can’t continue. What about when we moved to Grimmauld Place? It was a wonderful idea invited Remus and Tonks to live there with us and give us private lessons, but Ron will be there too. OH. MY. GOD. What I will say to him if ‘something’ arose? ’Sorry, mate, but our best friend, the girl you fancy, makes me feel very excited. Oh, by the way, I have wet dreams about her too…’
It was good that he didn’t notice anything when he was here with Professor McGonagall. Well, but there my mind was focused in other things. The meeting was pretty well. I wasn’t really surprise when she told us that she already knew that we wouldn’t come back to Hogwarts.
‘Albus (his portrait) told me that you three will be going in a kind of mission. He said that I should give permission to you three to use the library and anything you need. I agreed. I only ask you to tell me first and you will do whatever it was after the curfew. The other students can’t know.”
I am pretty curious about Grimmauld Place. She said that the place was safely. I my opinion, we could move already but Hermione and Ron thought it could be better to this after the weeding.
Oh, Merlin. The weeding! I almost forgot. I will see Ginny…how should I act around her? What should I say? Well, I know what I NEED to say, but…Oh, and I know she will be really hurt when she realized that me, Hermione and Ron will not going back to Hogwarts. But, the weeding is only on august 31st. I have time to think.
Now, I should sleep. Ron will be here tomorrow.
I just hope not dream this time.
But he dreamed.

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The next day…
A very tall and redhead young man was sit in the living room, with his two best friends, eating his FIFTH piece of cake.
“Ron! Haven’t you eat enough?”-Cried a exasperate Hermione.
“Come on, Hermy…”
She gave him a murderous look.
“NEVER. I MEAN. NEVER. CALL ME HERMY !”
He gulped in fear.
“Sorry.”
Harry watched his two friends. Always bickering. Of course, he could sense I little tension between those two. He couldn’t blame them. After all, they had kissed each other. And if wasn’t because of him (NO!), because of Voldemort they probably will be together. He shook his head, like to vanish his thoughts.
“Well, guys, when you finish, we can talk about Godric’s Hollow. I want go there before we start these entire R.A.B and horcruxes thing. I don’t know why. I think I want some kind of blessing.”
Hermione gave him a small smile. Ron gave a little tap on his shoulder.
“We understand, mate.”
“Harry”-Hermione asked- “You said that your apparation test will be on 25th, right?”
”I couldn’t believe your father arranged that for me. I know I should have to wait.”
“Yes, Neville and Macmillan will do the test only next year. My father told Scrimgeour that you would need to have the license, some kind of ‘national security’. But you know, you will only receive the license…”
“…September, 3rd. I know.”
“That’s brings to MY question, Harry. What do you say to go to Godric’s Hollow on September 4th? I know you want to go before the weeding. But it shouldn’t be wise we go there when you could apparated. Legally, I mean.”
“You are right, I want to go there before the wedding but…well, and I think September, 4th is a good date.”
“Mate, er, have you know where is Godric’s Hollow?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. But them…wait! I don’t know where it is.
Laughing, Harry answered his friend.
“Yes, Ron, I know. Don’t worry. It’s in Wales. Remus told me is a very small village. It’s located in an island called Holy. Holy Island.”
Hermione eyes open wide. I big smile across her face. She jumped from the couch and almost yelled:
“I will be right back.”
“What was that about?”-Asked a very confusing Ron.
“I don’t know, Ron. I really don’t know.”
Minutes later, Hermione was back. She had brought a map of Great Britain and, of course, Hogwarts, a History (the boys rolled their eyes).
Ignoring them, she opened the map and pointed the little place where they could read “Holy Island” and ‘inside’ the island those names ‘Holyhead’ ‘South Stack Valley’….
“Godric’s Hollow isn’t …”
“Well, Ron, like Harry said it is a very small village. But that is not the point. Well, do you know what the name ‘HELGA’ means?”
The boys shocked their heads.
She didn’t answer. Instead she opened her book:
“ Sorting Hat’s Song – 1994: ”
“Hermione.”
“Ron, read only THIS”-and she point to a phrase:
“Sweet Hufflepuff, from Valley broad”
Harry and Ron looked at her. She had a triumphed smile.
“AND, my dear friends, Helga is a word from the old German. And, it means HOLY.”
“Oh, boy.”