Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Bad Wish ❯ Graveyard Digger ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Grave Digger

 

 

Harry was in a bad mood for the past few days, Hermione tried to talk to him but he nearly hit her to get her to leave him alone. Harry had left his room twice since he returned from the graveyard to eat before he realized all he had to do was tell Dobby to get the food for him. Devin who was doing better was able to get Harry to talk.

 

“Harry, Hermione says you won't talk to her anymore, Monica told me.” Devin was lying on Harry's bed tired after walking to Harry's room. “What happened? You didn't start acting like this until I came here; if you don't want me here I will go away, I'm sure Dumbledore will keep me at the castle some more.”

 

“It's not you alright? I tried to do something important and I failed.” Harry was trying to be nice to Devin, he had it hard and Harry didn't want to add on to his problems.

 

“Well don't worry it's not like the world is gonna end if you failed right? Ain't that terrible.” Devin was tired and nearly fell asleep on Harry's bed. “It's time for my potion so I'll go back to my room.”

 

“Need any help?” Finally Harry thought, he liked Devin and all but Harry was still in a foul mood, his soul hurt after failing to bring his parents back.

 

“No I need to do this on my own, work my muscles.” Devin sat up and got off the bed. “Need to be well enough to go to school.” Devin walked out of Harry's room.

 

“School, the wedding, life, damn it.” Harry turned down being a groomsman at the wedding but was still going since he had already asked Hermione to it. Right then and there he would have said no but Hermione had her heart set on it. Harry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling when someone knocked. “What the hell do you want?”

 

“Um Harry, Devin said you were in here and I wanted to talk to you.” Hermione walked in.

 

“Did I say come in?” Harry didn't even look up.

 

“What's wrong Harry? Why have you been acting like this? Is there anything I can do to help you?”

 

“Yes, kill me.” Harry thought of that, if he died he would be with his parents finally, and Sirius, and his grandparents and his Aunt and Uncle on his Mom's side, so many people to see and be with.

 

“Harry what happened? You were so happy to be back but now you say things like that or yesterday you looked like you wanted to hurt someone.” Hermione sat down on the bed next to Harry.

 

“I tried Hermione, I had a dream, a man raised the dead, his Brother I think, using the Necronomicon. I tried the same with my parents and failed, I failed them, and I'll never be with them again until I die.” Harry didn't even let a tear come out; the rage inside him was too much for that.

 

“Harry you shouldn't have done that! That is against so many rules and laws, if you had succeeded what would you have done? How could you explain Lily and James Potter coming back to life? Harry I know you miss your parents, I missed mine when we were away, but you can't be doing things like that!” Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and entwined her fingers with his. “Harry that was very dangerous, Melix the Third tried to bring someone back to life and instead died when his soul was split in two, half in him and half in the person he tried to raise. If that had happened…” Hermione curled up next to Harry. “I love you Harry and don't want to lose you, you miss your parents, but if you die, wouldn't that be disappointing them? The whole reason they died was to protect you, they wanted to keep you alive, and you killing yourself to see them would undo what they did.” Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry. “You being alive is what they wanted, don't let that go, and know that they loved you so much they willingly sacrificed themselves to save you.”

 

“Mione it isn't right, they died because of me, to protect me, and I felt guilty about that ever since I learned the truth. My Mother forgave me though, I felt better, but then I had a chance to bring them back, to save them! I failed; I left them in the ground when I should have brought them back.” Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione. “I'm sorry I've been acting this way Mione, I just wanted to save them so badly, bring them back so I could live under their rules, their love.” Harry didn't cry, he couldn't, but his sadness was felt by Hermione.

 

“It's ok Harry, you love them very much, and they know that. They watch you Harry, they make sure you stay safe; I can only think that they watch over you after all you've been through. They keep you alive even though they aren't, they are always close to you Harry, believe that, believe in them.” Hermione rubbed Harry's back.

 

“Thank you Mione, I still miss them, but they must be watching out for me, how else I could have gotten you back after I was really stupid and hurt you.” Harry smiled, both by his mouth and by his eyes. “I love you Mione.” Harry snuggled up against her and kissed her on the lips.

 

“Harry not now, my parents might see us and we don't need that. How about we go into the backyard? I saw Monica out there and told Devin she was out there.” Harry nodded and they got up to go outside.

 

The wedding was now three days away. Monica after having her Brother back was a lot better and after the treatments from Madam Pomfrey Devin was almost back to normal, as normal as he got. Hermione and Monica had their dress robes ready as did Harry but Devin was a problem.

 

“I never bought one because I never planned on going to anything that required me to wear one.” Devin was still trying to get out of going.

 

“Brother you will go or I will do what big sisters do best.” Monica grabbed Devin by the ear and twisted. Devin had really improved and while he wasn't up for running with the other three Monica was treating him like she normally would. “You Ain't getting out of this Brother, we were invited by the Weasly's and we are going, I am sure we can get Dobby to get you some dress robes.”

 

“Monica you might want to let up on him.” Hermione was worried about what Devin might do; his abilities were triggered by such things.

 

“Come on Hermione you are supposed to help me convince him to go.” Monica let go of Devin's ear.

 

“Devin you are going to the wedding unless you want to spend the day alone with my parents listening to my dad's old stories about his patients.” Those were always enough to get Hermione to do something.

 

“But I don't have anything to wear, and I will look like an idiot going by myself, and I did sort of mutilate their son.”

 

“Devin first you will have something to wear, second I am going alone to, and third they don't care about that, Ron left their family to join the Death Eaters.” Monica was sizing her Brother up, red would go well with his skin tone.

 

“I know you're going with that-“

 

“It doesn't matter who she's going with Devin, you are going to, I'm sure Gabrielle would love to dance with you.” Maybe, she was probably turning thirteen soon and would be interested in boys soon.

 

“That's the little sister of the bride right? She's not even old enough to wear a bra so what interest would I have in her? Not that would have interest in anyone else; caring about people is too much work.” Devin was getting angry, why wouldn't his sister just leave him alone! “I don't want to fight, I don't want to go so I am not fucking going damn it.”

 

“Devin calm down right this instant Mister, you are not staying here while the rest of us go to the wedding.” Hermione noticed something, even though Devin was getting mad Hermione didn't feel different, she didn't become angry. “Now I being a girl will help you choose the right color, probably red, and need to go with more modern then traditional with your build.” Devin was still scrawny, not being well enough to do his usual workout.

 

“Look Monica just because you are older then I doesn't mean you can boss me around!” Devin lay down on his back to keep Monica from messing with the clothes he was already wearing.

 

“Well to bad Devin cause you are going and that's that. Don't worry about a date, Ginny says she invited her friend Luna to come so you can dance with her, she likes you.” Monica pulled Devin back up. “Hermione what do you think? Red or maybe something a little lighter since this is a wedding.” Hermione didn't know, or really care; clothes weren't her area of expertise.

 

“Uh whatever you think looks good on him.”

 

“Alright a light red, your skin is to wrong for blue or green, have to go with red, not to red though.” Monica could see it in her head, visualize it. “Dobby.” Crack

 

“Yes Miss Stark?” Hermione thought it was strange, Dobby called her `Miss Hermione Granger Ma'am' and Harry `Mister Harry Potter Sir' but Monica was just `Miss Stark'.

 

“I have some money; my Brother needs dress robes, light red, fit for his frame. If you can go and get them it would be great.” Monica got her purse out and got a pouch she had Hermione make her. “If you need any more money just come back and ask.”

 

“Yes Miss Stark.” Crack. Dobby left the two girls and Devin alone.

 

“I don't want to go; I ain't going, so I don't need dress robes.” Devin was still fighting about this.

 

“What are you going to do for your wedding? Not show up?” Monica was teasing her Brother.

 

“What wedding? Do you really think I would let myself care about anyone like that? I lost Sandy, then Mom; I can't let myself care about anyone else, except for you.”

 

“And you, do you think they would want you to act like this? Luna is a nice person and I already told Ginny you would be going so you could be Luna's date.” Hermione didn't know about Sandy but she knew Professor Krats, Diane Stark, wouldn't want her son to act like this.

 

“Come on Devin you're a good person, live a little, have fun.”

 

“Easy to say when you aren't going to kill someone for being to happy. Besides I don't trust that Luna girl, she was able to touch me when I didn't want to be touched.” Hermione remembered that, when Devin was in the secret room near the Ravenclaw Tower.

 

“You're afraid of a girl? Of all the things to be afraid of Brother you're afraid of a girl? That is so sweet!” Monica hugged her Brother playfully.

 

“I'm not afraid of her she is just, she reminds me of someone.”

 

“Sandy, right? It's ok Devin…” Monica was being serious now.

 

“Look I'm going to see what Harry is doing alright?” Hermione was getting uncomfortable with what was going on.

 

“Alright Hermione, Devin its ok it wasn't your fault.” Hermione left to find Harry leaving the Twins to themselves.

 

Hermione went to Harry's room first not finding him; she went to the backyard still not finding him. She kept looking for him not able to find him anywhere in the house. “Mom have you seen Harry?”

 

“No Honey Bumpkins, ask your Dad.” Hermione went and found her Dad in the kitchen.

 

“Dad have you seen Harry?”

 

“No Kid, you look in the backyard? That place is amazing, how can you have that large of a backyard in a city like this?”

 

“Magic, Dad.” Hermione explained it to him before. “Well, maybe Dobby can find him.” But Dobby was getting Devin's dress robes. Hermione went back to Harry's room waiting for him.

 

Close to an hour later Hermione saw the room start to `move' and then Harry popping in front of her. “Harry where were you!” Had he apparated? He wasn't old enough; illegal apparition was punishable by a fine and a suspension of getting your apparition license for up to three years.

 

“They weren't there, I went but they weren't there.” Harry was deathly white, shaking, looked like he had seen Voldemort but worse, Harry wasn't afraid of Voldemort.

 

“Harry what's wrong?” Hermione had completely forgotten that Harry had just popped into existence from nowhere.

 

“They weren't there, I went back to tell them I was sorry for failing them but they weren't there.”

 

“Harry how could you? I thought they ran out of Time Turners old enough to go back then, unless you broke into the Ministry and stole one that was old enough to get you to a point your parents were alive.” Harry had a lot more to worry about then illegal apparition if he did that.

 

“No, they're graves, they aren't there, someone took them, someone dug their bodies up and took them.” Harry sat down on the ground hugging his knees to his chest.

 

“Oh my God Harry that's horrible, how could they!” Hermione went and sat down next to Harry. “How did you know?” Harry showed Hermione the necklace.

 

“Hang on to me.” Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry. “Lily and James, Lily and James.” The room started to spin, Hermione was amazed that she felt the hook behind the navel feeling, Harry had a Portkey? Hermione waited until she felt something underneath her to open her eyes, she was in a graveyard!

 

“Harry how did you get that?” Hermione pointed at the necklace

 

“Dumbledore gave it to me, so I could see my parents when I wanted to.” Hermione looked around and saw two holes in front of two tombstones.

 

“Who did this?”

 

“Voldemort, he had to be the one, why I don't know, he already took my Mother's protection of me away, why would he need her, or my dad?” Harry lead Hermione over to the tombstones, Hermione read them, looked at the holes, why would Voldemort do this?

 

“Harry we need to go back, no one knows where we went; they might be looking for us.” She had looked for him; maybe her parents were looking for her, anything to get Harry away from here.

 

“I'm sorry Mione I wasn't thinking about that.” Harry grabbed his necklace also holding onto Hermione's hand. “Hang on to me Mione.” She did and Harry said the words he needed to say to go back home. “Mione go away, please Mione.” Harry told her to leave before they had even gotten back to Harry's room.

 

“Harry you shouldn't be alone.” When they landed in Harry's room Hermione hugged Harry.

 

“I don't want you here, I want to be alone.”

 

“What you want and need are different things Harry.” Hermione wasn't going to let go, Harry needed her even if he didn't want her.

 

“Maybe we shouldn't stay together Mione; if Voldemort will go after my parents in their graves then he will come for you.”

 

“NO!” Hermione slapped Harry so hard her hand hurt. “It is not your fault you love someone, it is not your fault this happened, it is Voldemort! Your Mother forgave you; remember that Harry, she forgave you for that.” Harry felt the sting and unlike most physical pain he didn't block this out, he let the pain sink in.

 

“Don't leave me Mione.” Harry hugged Hermione using her as an anchor to support himself.

 

“I won't Harry, I won't.” The two lay down on Harry's bed holding onto each other falling asleep.

 

The two woke up when two worried parents found them together in bed well after midnight.

 

“What the hell did you do!” Mr. Granger pulled Harry off his daughter, his little girl, his baby.

 

“Honey they were just sleeping, I don't think they did anything.”

 

“Look at them! Two teens in bed, nothing good can come of that, why do you think they're so tired.” Harry rolled over on the floor.

 

“Mr. Granger we didn't do anything…”

 

“Dad we didn't do anything we just got tired.” Hermione was red in the face from embarrassment. “Why don't you trust me? I'm smart enough to not do anything like that!” Hermione got over her embarrassment and turned it into anger. “Get out!”

 

“Honey our daughter is smart enough, mature enough, to be safe even if they were doing that.” Mrs. Granger grabbed her husbands arm. “I'm sorry Hermione, Harry, but you have broken the rules.” Mr. Granger pulled his arm away.

 

“You are both grounded for the rest of the summer! Little miss you are in deep trouble, Harry may not be my kid but you are and you will be punished as such.” Mr. Granger grabbed Hermione by her arm and pulled her off the bed.

 

“Dad that hurt.” Hermione pulled her arm away. “We weren't doing anything wrong!”

 

“Honey they weren't doing anything, but they will be grounded until the end of the summer for breaking the curfew of no girls in Harry's room after nine.” Mrs. Granger put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. “Come on Hermione it's late, sorry about your Father but you are his little girl, no matter how old you get we will always be your parents.” Mrs. Granger and Hermione left the room, leaving Harry and Mr. Granger alone.

 

“I'm sorry for breaking the rules but we weren't doing anything, we went somewhere before and we, I.” Harry didn't want to tell Mr. Granger about his parent's graves being dug up and stolen.

 

“You went somewhere? How did you do that, you aren't supposed to go anywhere, alone or with someone else.”

 

“I have permission from Dumbledore to go there, where we went.”

 

“Well I didn't give Hermione permission, I don't need you two sneaking off somewhere to canoodle.”

 

“It was a graveyard alright? My parent's graves are there, we went there.” Harry didn't want Hermione to get in trouble so he told the truth.

 

“Oh, sorry, you should have told us where you were going, this may be your house but we are the adults, we are responsible not just for our little girl but you also, and those American kids. Why do you think we are here? I'm sure Mr. Dumbledore could have put his people here but he told us to stay here, we are responsible for all of you.”

 

“We weren't doing anything, we haven't done anything, we won't do anything, we had to spend a lot of time together after the attack and we didn't do anything, I never opened my eyes to look when she got out of the shower…”

 

“What? The attack, the one in July? What were you doing in Hermione's room?!” Harry didn't know Hermione hadn't told her parents about the attack, what actually happened during it.

 

“Uh I guess I need to tell you what happened.” Harry spent the next hour going over what happened, how they ended up in 1974, how they had to share a room for the first month, everything.

 

“Why didn't Hermione tell us?” Mr. Granger didn't know this had happened to his baby, he was worried again but not about her and Harry.

 

“Dumbledore told us not to tell anyone but I told Hermione to tell you two, at least you deserved to know.” And they were Muggles so really if they told anyone who was a Muggle no one would believe them.

 

“She followed the rules, she follows them like no one else, and even I broke them a little back in my days.” Mr. Granger calmed down. “You didn't mean to break the rules did you?” Harry shook his head. “Alright, you're still grounded until the end of the summer but will still go to the wedding.” Harry rubbed his leg; Mr. Granger had pulled rather hard. “Well go back to bed, tomorrow your punishment begins.” Mr. Granger left to go upstairs and apologize to his daughter.