Different Sides of the War

Chapter Four: Safety

Hermione spent several minutes debating on what exactly what you do about it. “Harry,” She said finally.

“Yeah?” He asked knowing that at this point and time he would do anything for her especially when it came to helping her keep the two things in her life that he wished he had never lost.

“I need to find another place to stash my parents. Any ideas?” She asked trying to keep her cool.

“I have a few ideas but,” He hesitated, “it would probably be best if you asked the Headmaster for ideas. He would have better places than I could think of. I know how important your parents are to you.” Harry suggested.

She snorted rather unladylike at the thought that she had to go to him for help. She was still pissed at him. If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't told her that Viktor was still alive then she wouldn't be in this predicament. The jerk! She wanted nothing from him right now. She however would concede to asking for his help if nothing better came about. She knew that even being an old jerk that he would help her and her parents would be perfectly safe. If it was one thing she knew, it was he thought of every ones safety and would rather sacrifice himself that see any of the Order killed.

She paced around a few seconds contemplating her options. She had thought that her hiding place was perfect and, it would have been except for the fact that Viktor was still alive and she didn't know if he was able to keep the Dark Lord out of his mind should he by chance come across her parents at the cottage. She was not sad by the fact that her love was still among the living, she was just irritated that the perfect spot to be putting her parents had been blown because the Headmaster had not informed her that he still lived.

“I need to fill in Ron. He's going to want to know about this. After all he is part of our trio.” She said thoughtfully, almost as an after thought. Honestly her mind was not on Ron but on her parents and Viktor.

“Should I tell him myself?” She asked.

Harry shook his head. “I wouldn't wait around to tell him. I can do that as well as talking to the Headmaster, I think that you should just go to your parents. You'll want to get to them as soon as possible. If all else fails bring them back here until we can find a place for them.”
He looked at her suddenly with a concerned look, “When was the last time you had time to stop and check up on them and just visit them?” He asked concerned that perhaps they may already be to late.

Hermione and Harry quickly exchanged looks, knowing that it had been a very long time since Hermione had had the time or the energy to apperate to her parents hide out to check on them. The look said more than anyone would know before she dresses and ran from the room and out the front door of Grimmauld Place and Dissaperated from the grounds as soon as she was out of the barrier.

She was greeted by the sunset of Germany. The cottage was decent size and a wooden structure.

The Krums had built the cottage during the first war. It was a get away for them that they never used because soon after they started construction of the cottage the first war ended with Harry's reflection of the Kadavra and they never spent anytime there. When Hermione had gone to visit Viktor during her summer vacation he had suggested that they come to this place because it was never used and he knew that his parents didn't even remember having it. They had escaped from the Krum mansion half way through her vacation and spent the last half of her summer there in the little cottage with him and it was where she surrendered her innocents to him.

He took her slow and with care. His own eyes filling with tears when he saw her own, hurting because he had caused her pain. Soon though she was thrusting back against him as he took her with more vigor. After the first few times she was no longer sore and he released all his passions onto her inexperienced body and her made her sing like no one else. Not even Harry or Ron make her feel as Viktor could, not even after all the time and how many times that they had been together could they bring her to the deep sated satisfaction that Viktor Krum seemed to achieve. Her body still tingled thinking back onto her time with him.

After she spent the summer between her fifth and sixth year here with Viktor, he had set the wards to accept her onto the premise. Her magical signature was recognized by this property and the Krum mansion. She silently seethed about the fact that if she had only been told about Viktor she would not just be agonized with grief over the fact that she had lost the love of her life but also two people that had taken her in and treated her like their own child.

She stood in front door of the cottage. She took a deep breath and walked in.

“MOM!” She yelled into the silent house. She hoped that nothing had happened. She pulled out her wand and held it tightly. Moody's lessons were ingrained into her natural responses

“Hermione?” Her father called back from the Kitchen.

She walked down the short hall way towards her fathers voice. She poked her head into the room to see both her parents sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea while looking out the back window watching the sun set.

“Hey sweetheart,” He mother said as she got up to hug her daughter. “It has been a while since we've last heard from you. How are you?”

“Fine mum,” She said allowing a sigh of relief. “Are you guys OK? Nothing has happened or bothered you while you've been have you?”

Her parents exchanged looks. “We've had no problems at all dear. Why? What's wrong? Has something happened?”

Hermione looked nervous before she said, “I think that your position may have been compromised.”

“What?” Her father asked quietly as if whom ever was after them was outside listening on their conversation.

“It would appear that though I thought that the owner of the house had passed on it was not true. I discovered him the other day and I need to find you another place to hold you until it is safe for your to return to England.” She sighed sinking into the kitchen chair.

“But we like it here.” Her mother said.

Hermione seemed to deflate. “I know Mum, I just can't take the chance of him finding you here and then you being discovered by the Dark Lord. I don't know how strong he is at blocking people out of his mind. I can not place your safety into anyone else's hands but my own. I can not take the chance of you being killed by that Psychopath.” She said firmly. Their move was not under negotiation they were going to be moved and that was final. It was only a bit longer before the war would be over hopefully, however her parents were to important to her to leave it to chance even for a few days or weeks more.

“But we are protected.” Her mother pleaded.

“Mom, if the owner were to show up and see you,” She shuddered at what Voldemort would do to her parents just because they were muggle let alone the fact that they were the parents of Harry Bloody Potters best friend. “You're not magical, you can't defend yourselves until someone showed up to help you.”

“But we have magical protection,” He mother said with out stopping to let Hermione ask how, “We have that nice young man that comes here to visit to protect us. He said that he would.”

Hermione jumped up from her chair, “WHAT young man?” She screeched fearing even more fore her parents now that they had been exposed.

“Me, Hermione.”

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