Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Bad Wish ❯ Double Trouble ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17: Double Trouble

 

After nearly a week of being back at school things were staring to become `normal'. With so few students the 2nd and 3rd year students were grouped together in classes, and most classes had students from every house. With this meant less time spent in class, and made teaching easier for the Professors. “Charms is still so easy, even though its stuff we never did in you know when.” Hermione and Harry had been bored for most of the class, Hermione was still the best and Harry wasn't too far behind.

 

“I know what you mean Mione, if I hadn't been so bored during my last summer at the Dursley's, or read so much when you were gone, so many things that have made this easier.” And now he knew it was him doing it, when he learned that Voldemort had been sharing his power Harry thought that maybe that was why classes had become easier, but this past month and more had shown that Harry was doing it all on his own.

 

“You mean since you finally studied you did better! Why do you think I was always trying to get you and, you know, to study?” Hermione sticks her tongue out at Harry as they walk down the hall. “And nice of you to stick around after your Charms class was over, you really should think about becoming a teacher.”

 

“I'm not you Mione, you're the future Professor not me. I'm the next Viktor Krum, hopefully, I don't know if I could play if Voldemort was still out there.”

 

“That won't matter, I'm sure Voldemort will fall before that.” Hermione holds Harry's hand walking to the Common Room.

 

“Cross your fingers on that one Mione, Dumbledore, or I, might not be able to beat him.”

 

“You won't have to do it Harry!” Hermione squeezes Harry's hand. “You won't have to kill anyone, or face Voldemort, that's why there are Aurors and the Order…”

 

“Except the prophecy says I have to kill him, or he will kill me. Why do you think he wants me to join him so badly, well, except he doesn't know the whole prophecy.”

 

“I know Harry, but please, don't let him trick you, or let Ron make you do anything stupid, I know you want to save the girl, whoever she is, but if you do they will hurt you.”

 

“You're right, I do, but I can't, to do that would probably get me hurt.” He had to accept that, he had no way of even getting there, let alone a way to get the girl or anyone else, out.

 

“Good, now let's get some more studying done.” She kisses Harry on his cheek. “Unless you want to do something else.”

 

“Oh we can wait for tonight, right Mione?” Harry kisses Hermione on the lips. “But haven't you had enough? I know I'm starting to get worn out, you're so incredible that I give it my all.”

 

“I'll never have enough of you Harry.” They get their books out to study in the Common Room.

 

A week later, and with another snow storm, Care of Magical Creatures had been canceled. Harry had nothing to do, Hermione was in her Ancient Runes class, Devin had gone somewhere besides their room so Harry wasn't going to bother him. Harry closes his eyes, trying to control his thoughts, to meditate, when he hears a buzzing noise. “Voldemort!” Harry keeps his eyes closed, puts his hands over his ears, but this meant he wouldn't have a way to get to Dumbledore to block Voldemort.

 

“Close Harry, Voldemort is allowing me to talk to you.” Ron, with a smug look on his face, stares at Harry. “I just wanted to see how you were doing Harry, see if you were ready to accept our deal.”

 

“Never!” Harry can't believe Ron, how could he think Harry would ever join Voldemort?

 

“Then I'm sorry to say we need to up the ante.” The vision moves away from Ron and shows two people in separate cages, his brothers! “We gave them a deal, join the Dark Lord or prepare to die. They refused, and now here they are.”

 

“You wouldn't Ron, they, they're your brothers!” Harry could see the two, both curled up sitting on the floor. He couldn't tell which one was which but neither looked like they were at their best.

 

“I won't, if you promise to join the Dark Lord.” Ron gets his wand out and taps it on the cage; lightning comes out of the wand and electrocutes the cage, and the person inside. “Just promise the Dark Lord and this stops. Last time he cried and begged me to kill him, the Dark Lord wanted to but I thought this might push you to join us finally.”

 

“I, I can't, I mean, I…” Harry was stuck, if he said no the Twins would die, if he said yes he would have to, well, did he? “If I promise to join you, I can't join you right now, but I, I promise, give me time to convince Hermione…”

 

“Why should we? We could just give you a collar for that mud-blood bitch.”

 

“I don't want that, a slave, I want Hermione to join with me, if I can't convince her then we can use a collar, but give me time, end of this school year, I promise.”

 

“Why should we…”

 

“Quiet Ronald. Harry, you're planning something, I know you are, but a promise is a promise is it not? You won't go back on your word if it meant death of an innocent would you? We are going to make it so we can track these two wherever they go, and make them come to me whenever I call for them. Ronald, release them, Harry has promised as we asked. Until the end of the school year you say? I will hold you to it Harry, if you try to break our promise I will kill these two, your parents, your sister, and then I will kill you and anyone else you love.” The connection stops, the buzzing goes away.

 

“Harry, Harry!” Neville was standing over Harry shaking him; Harry had collapsed to the floor.

 

“I'm ok, I just, must be a cold.” Harry gets up. “Thanks Neville but I'm fine.”

 

“Are you sure? You were screaming something; you kept saying something about Ron and Voldemort.”

 

“I, I guess I fell asleep.”

 

“You and Hermione not getting much sleep are you?” Neville laughs relieved that Harry had just been having a dream.

 

“You know it.” Harry laughs with Neville, glad for the cover story. “Man that was a weird dream.”

 

“Sounded like a bad one, I was just coming back since there's nothing to do until dinner.”

 

“Yeah, why I was taking a nap.” When would the other classes end? Why couldn't Hermione have the same class schedule as him?

 

“Well, I'm going upstairs, have some homework to do.” Neville leaves Harry in the Common Room for more then homework. He felt a twinge of jealousy, Harry had Hermione, Devin and Luna he was sure were dating, yet he had no one. Ginny was just a friend, Monica was just a friend; he was closer to Moaning Myrtle then any girl at school. She helped him get the nerves up to ask Luna out, but Luna said no.

 

After all afternoon classes had ended Harry surprised Hermione outside her classroom. “How did you get here so fast?”

 

“Care of Magical Creatures was canceled due to the blizzard so I waited for you.” Harry smiles and kisses Hermione. He wasn't going to tell Hermione about the vision, the conversation, whatever it was with Ron and Voldemort. He would think of something, had to, if he didn't want to become a Death Eater.

 

Valentines Day was fast approaching, and unlike last year Harry was looking forward to it. But he would have to get something for Hermione and had no idea. He tried Neville, he tried Devin, they had no clue and he felt stupid for asking them. He was getting frustrated, he didn't want to get more jewelry, and Hermione had enough as it was. He didn't want to get flowers, that seemed to tacky, but had no idea what to get her. He would have to ask a girl but was embarrassed to do it, he should know what to get Hermione, not be forced to ask a girl, but Monica was Hermione's friend, she would know. Harry waits for Monica, and most likely Ginny, in the library. They still came here all the time to be alone, but soon it would be flooded by 5th year and 7th year students, well, not flooded as there were so few students left, more of a drip of students. Monica, and Ginny, gets to the library several minutes after Harry gets there. “Hi Monica, I uh, wanted to talk to you about something, hi Ginny.”

 

“What's it about Harry?” Monica hadn't expected anyone to be here; she saw Hermione back at the Common Room and expected Harry to be around there somewhere.

 

“I need to talk to you about something, well, I guess Ginny could help.”

 

“Help? With what?”

 

“Valentines Day is coming and I don't know what to get Hermione.” Harry blushes feeling even more stupid, how could he not know what to get Hermione? She was his girlfriend, he could always think of something to get her, but now… he had no idea.

 

“Well you could give her bestest friend a million Galleons.” Monica laughs at her joke.

 

“I'm serious, I don't want to get her more jewelry and flowers, they just seem so I don't know. I want to get her something special but I don't know what to get her.”

 

“Well you two have been doing something for quite awhile, those walls aren't soundproof.” Ginny and Monica laugh, the walls were pretty thick, and they couldn't hear it, but Ginny knew it would get Harry to blush even more. “You look so cute when your face gets that red.”

 

“Oh so red is your color? Maybe I should dye my hair.” Monica laughs as she runs her fingers through her hair.

 

“Stop it! I'm serious; I don't know what to get her.”

 

“Well you do always get her such flashy things; maybe she would like something else, even flowers. Or chocolate, women love chocolate.”

 

“Ooo, some chocolate fudge, liquid chocolate, mmm, more of a gift to yourself then her though.” Monica's mind turned to perversion, staring at Ginny getting an idea for their Valentines Day.

 

“I'd go with flowers and chocolate though, it is Valentines Day, and you don't usually get her those things.” Ginny wondered why Monica was looking at her like that, it crept her out a little.

 

“Really? I think those are so, mundane, normal, I don't want to get her normal things.”

 

“It's not normal if you find special ways to use it.” Monica had it all in her head; this February 14th was going to be a fun night.

 

“Thanks, I guess I could find a special way to give it to her.” Harry leaves the two in the library trying to think of a way to make it special, special things, special ways, for a special woman.

 

Just two days until Valentines Day and Harry had two problems, Hermione and Ron. He had promised to become a Death Eater, it was a stupid thing to do, it was to save the Twins, but stupid. He didn't want to go to Dumbledore or Hermione, Hermione would tell him what he already knew and he thought Dumbledore might be disappointed in his actions. And he really didn't want to tell Hermione so close to Valentines Day, they hadn't had one together and now that they were he didn't want to mess it up. He hoped Hermione would like the gifts he had gotten, and how they would be given, following Monica's advice. Unfortunately Ron, and Voldemort, were not going to let Valentines Day be a happy one for others.

 

“Bring him here!” A man is dragged before Voldemort. “Thought you and Dumbledore were so smart did you?”

 

“I, I'm sorry My Lord, I, he made…”

 

“He did nothing! You were playing both sides until the victor came out.” Voldemort gets his wand out. “Do you have anything to say before you die?”

 

“No! Please My Lord I never meant…” Pain erupts through the mans body as Voldemort hits him with a Cruciatus Curse.

 

“I planted you at the school all those years ago; you swore your loyalty to me, after one Professor left me he was killed, and when the traitor Severus left me you were the last connection to that school.”

 

“I know My Lord; why I am still useful, please, give me another chance.” The man was begging for mercy, something Voldemort had very little of.

 

“Well then, there may be something you can do. All Owls and packages are checked before being allowed into Hogwarts now, very hard to get something in. I could spend my time and energy to do it but you can help me. I have an item for you, make sure the mud-blood Hermione Jane Granger gets it, she is what stands before me and my prize.” Just for the hell of it Voldemort hits the man with another Cruciatus Curse.

 

Harry could feel the pain in his scar, Voldemort was up to something, there wasn't a buzzing noise so he hadn't connected to him but his power, his evil, was coming through. “Harry are you alright?” Hermione looks up from her book when she hears Harry grunt.

 

“I'm fine; it's just a headache from reading so much.” Harry sets his book down rubbing his forehead.

 

“Don't lie to me Harry.” Hermione saw where Harry was rubbing, right over his scar. “Voldemort isn't connecting to you is he?” She was too concerned to be mad at Harry for lying.

 

“It's nothing, he must be doing something, I can't tell what though.” Sweat starts to form around his brow, the pain is increasing, was Voldemort attacking him? Why would he though, Harry had promised to become a Death Eater, but Voldemort knew Harry was planning something he just let it go.

 

“Harry if it's Voldemort we…”

 

“No, not Dumbledore, I'll be fine, he must be trying to hurt me without getting his hands dirty.” And again Harry wondered why, he had promised to join Voldemort.

 

“I don't want you to hurt Harry, Dumbledore might…”

 

“No! I will not bother Dumbledore with this.” Harry worried that Dumbledore would read his mind, know he had promised to Voldemort to become a Death Eater, even if it was only to save the Twins. Harry rubs his forehead some more, sweating some more, his body feels hot, his scar hurt, what was Voldemort doing?

 

“Harry, please, let's go to Dumbledore…”

 

“No, not yet.” Harry couldn't, not until he came up with a plan to get out of the promise he made to Voldemort, or at least not until Valentines Day was over, he wasn't going to let anything ruin that for Hermione. “I'm feeling better, really, he must have stopped.” Harry stopped rubbing his scar, he had to stop, if Hermione took him to Dumbledore it wouldn't be good.

 

“Are you sure?” Hermione puts a hand to Harry's forehead. “You don't feel warm, I guess its ok.” Hermione bites her bottom lip in worry, Harry didn't look alright, but he said so, and his head wasn't warm, she let it go.

 

Valentines Day came; February 14th was met with dozens of Owls dropping cards and gifts on the breakfast table. Hermione noticed she didn't get anything, she sees Harry got his card, and an invitation, what she sent him, but she didn't have anything. “Harry, is Hedwig ok?”

 

“Yeah, she's fine, why wouldn't she be?” Harry puts the card and invitation away. “Perfect, especially for later.”

 

“What?” Hermione looked around, seeing everyone else had something to open, but not her. “Where's my gift?”

 

“Later, you'll love it Mione, I swear.” I hope. Harry holds her hand and kisses her on the cheek. “You're `invitation' is perfect for what I have planned.”

 

“Really? I can't wait, maybe we could skip classes, wait, I have my test in Arithmancy today and…”

 

“It's fine to wait Hermione it won't go anywhere.” And it would take time for Dobby to set it up. Harry gave Dobby an extra pair of socks for the work he was doing. Around the table squeals of joy and delight were heard, laughs, happiness, everything was going great on this day, unlike last years Valentines Day.

 

After class Hermione goes to her room and is amazed by what she sees. Roses of all different colors are on the walls, ceiling, and petals on the bed. The only thing not covered by roses or petals was the window and floor, and there was a package on the bed. She opens it and sees an antique necklace, made of rubies and sapphires, her birthstone and his, just like her bracelet. “Hermione! You were supposed to wait so I could take you up here.” Hermione is startled when Harry comes in.

 

“Oh I didn't know, I was going to put my things away and saw it, its beautiful Harry.”

 

“I'm glad you liked it, I know flowers on Valentines Day are mundane but I thought this would more then make up for it.” He had thought of a great way to give them to Hermione, even if they were just flowers the way they were given was amazing to both. “What's that?” Harry sees the necklace.

 

“A necklace, how much did it cost?”

 

“I don't know, I didn't get it.” Harry reaches out for it when someone, something, stops him. “Fool! Don't touch that, it's a booby trap!” The voice stops Harry just inches away from touching the necklace. “Hermione where did you get it?”

 

“It was on my bed, you mean you didn't get it for me?”

 

“No, the voice says it's a trap, I don't know how though.” “Such a small mind, do you remember the last time you two touched something from Voldemort?” “It's a time turner?”

 

“I don't know Harry, but if you didn't give it to me then how did it get here? All packages are checked, well, Valentines Day would be different I guess, so many Owls coming in, might have missed one or two.” Hermione thought Harry was talking to her.

 

“Not Owls, if it was on your bed it was more then that, someone had to place it on your bed.”

 

“A spy, but it, it would have to be a girl, or someone who knows how to get up the stairs.” Hermione is still holding the necklace.

 

“Or a House Elf, I'm sure the Death Eaters have House Elves, and they could order one to do this, House Elves are everywhere in the castle, they keep it clean, cook food, change sheets, do the laundry, who could tell one from another?” Harry doesn't know what to do but makes sure not to touch the necklace. “That failed once already Voldemort wouldn't try it again, imagine what would have happened if Hermione had put that on?”

 

“Harry? What happened?” Harry's eyes had glazed over.

 

“A necklace, a collar, that's what it is!” Just like Cho's, but why would Voldemort send it to Hermione? Did he want to tempt Harry, have a perfect obedient Hermione? Or was Voldemort the one who would control Hermione… “Don't put it on, we need to take this to Dumbledore, I'm sorry Mione I wanted our Valentines Day to be romantic, perfect, but this is dangerous.”

 

“I know Harry, I wanted our Valentines Day to be perfect to, damn Voldemort.”

 

“Mione don't say that, I know you're mad, you have to be to curse, but we need to get to Dumbledore's.” Hermione puts the necklace back in the box, following Harry to the door, turning around before she leaves to look at the room, so beautiful, a sight unlike any other, purple, red, pink, blue, even gold roses covering everything; it had been marred by Voldemort.

 

At Dumbledore's office they knock, Dumbledore tells them to come in. “What would you two need to see me about on a day like this?” Dumbledore has concern in his voice; something serious would have to happen for these two to see him.

 

“This.” Hermione puts the box on Dumbledore's desk. “We think it's from Voldemort.”

 

“I know it's from Voldemort.” The voice said so, and as long as he had that voice it had never been wrong. Vague, cryptic, and sometimes what it said took time, but never wrong.

 

“Oh what a beautiful necklace, I see, a very powerful spell is on this.” Dumbledore studies the necklace closely. “It would have to be something important for Voldemort to relinquish something that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff.”

 

“Wait, thee Helga Hufflepuff? One of the four founders of Hogwarts?” Hermione's curiosity and yearn to learn take over her fear of danger.

 

“Yes, but why would Voldemort send this to you? The spell is one I do not recognize.”

 

“It's a control spell, like the one he used to control Cho.” Harry was trying to focus his mind on Cho, so there would be nothing for Dumbledore to find but that.

 

“How do you know this Harry? Hmm, yes, it could very well be, yes, but how did you know this?”

 

“I, uh, it makes sense right? If Voldemort got control of Hermione he could make her do things, like what Ron did with Cho.”

 

“Oh Voldemort is not the controller, he may have put the spell on here but he is not the controller. The person needs to be in contact with the person, hear their voice, I believe.” Dumbledore studies it some more. “Harry you are hiding something, what is it?” Without even looking away from the necklace Dumbledore knows something else is wrong.

 

“Uh no, why would there be?”

 

“Harry I know when someone lies, so please tell me what it is.” Dumbledore stares at Harry now setting the necklace aside. “Hmm, you seem to know Voldemort would try something like this, how else would you know it was jinxed?”

 

“I, the voice told me, he knew it was a trap.” Dumbledore keeps staring at Harry, it was true, Harry wasn't lying about that, but there was still something else.

 

“That voice seems to have powers beyond yours Harry, could be dangerous or helpful, there is still something going on Harry, tell me, I could use magic to find out but I hope you trust me enough to tell me.”

 

“I do trust you, but, I…”

 

“You don't want to disappoint me.” Dumbledore could see it, the way Harry moved his arms, his eyes, the way his voice changed.

 

“Please, I'm sorry, but it was the only thing I could do, the Twins, they were…”

 

“You know about that? Do you know what happened? They were found but a powerful memory charm had been used, we don't know where they were.” Dumbledore listened with apt attention to Harry's story, and about the promise. “I see, you wanted to save them so you made a promise, one you must break.”

 

“I know, but it was the only thing I could do, I was able to buy time by telling them I wanted Hermione to join, willingly, but I only have until then end of the school year. They will get the Twins again, or someone else, my parents and sister.”

 

“And Voldemort said he knew you were planning something, yet let you go, the Twins go, he must think he has you. But Harry your parents are dead…”

 

“They are not! I brought them back, and my sister, she was saved by Wormtail, why would they lie about that!” Harry couldn't stop himself from yelling, his family was at stake.

 

“Do you know how you react when just talking about them? Exactly why they would make you think that. Your mother wasn't pregnant, couldn't be, and there is still no way to truly bring the dead back.” Zombies didn't count.

 

“Harry, I know you did what you thought was best but you could have told us earlier.” Hermione holds his hand. “This is why they did it, you want to play hero…”

 

“I do not `play' hero! I want to help what is so wrong with that! If I didn't play hero you would be dead, the school would be closed, and Voldemort…” He would have been back earlier, if Harry hadn't played the hero to save Hermione from the troll, and had her help to stop Professor Quirrel, Voldemort would have been back five years ago. Instead his being a hero brought Voldemort back two years ago but got Cedric killed.

 

“I didn't mean it like that Harry but you are predictable! Ron knows exactly how you would act!” Hermione squeezes his hand trying to keep calm.

 

“There is a much greater concern then this, you two have forgotten something, the person would have to be in voice range to control the person, so who would be in voice range of Hermione?” Dumbledore stops the two before their arguing got out of hand.

 

“Someone at the school a student.” Harry tries to think, who left would help a Death Eater?

 

“Or a teacher.” Dumbledore didn't want to think of it, but if one of the Professors, his co-workers, were helping Voldemort it was serious. “We know it isn't Severus, or Headmaster McGonagall, or Hagrid. This still leaves many Professors left. I am sure I know of those who would never… but it is Voldemort, if he found that persons weakness, or threatened someone they loved, I'd hate to think they wouldn't come to me but everyone has a weakness.”

 

“Professor Snape was a Death Eater, I bet it is him!” Harry still hadn't gotten over what he had learned, that Snape had told Voldemort of the Prophecy.

 

“Harry he would never do this, he was a traitor to Voldemort, he put his life on the line during Voldemort's first reign and his second reign until he was discovered.”

 

“But who else could do this, to try and, hurt Hermione…” Harry squeezes her hand, more worried now then ever before. A teacher as a traitor, it could still be a student. “Why not a student, it could be one of them, not a teacher.”

 

“Yes but that would mean a female student as males aren't able to go up the stairs, also have to be Gryffindor since they are the ones who know the password, and we know it isn't Monica or Ginny, that leaves twelve more students, most of them either 7th year or 1st year. I doubt Voldemort would use someone so young, so that leaves us with five 7th year students.”

 

“Yeah, it does, and…”

 

“Harry, why didn't they help out last year? If they were Death Eaters then they would have helped the Death Eaters in last year's school attack.”

 

“Why didn't the teacher?”

 

“They were told not to, as the student very well could have. We need to keep an eye on them, and the teachers, Hermione I would assume Voldemort would use one of your Professors as they are closer to you, so that narrows it down for us. I will keep the necklace here, it is a piece of school history, and it belongs with the rest.”

 

“What about the promise though, I, I can't think of anything but to get out of it, short of killing them.” Which Harry wanted to do, if he could go to accept the Dark Mark but instead kill Voldemort then the Death Eaters would fall, he wouldn't be a Death Eater, and his family, plus the Twins, would be safe.

 

“And what would you use to kill Voldemort? A Killing Curse? His soul has been torn into so many pieces it would only tear a bit of it away.”

 

“There are other spells…”

 

“That Voldemort could block, would block. Harry he is to powerful and has to many protections, some of them he didn't even think of. He is immune to the Killing Curse, unless he were hit with so many that it took every piece of his soul, all the torn pieces, he wouldn't die.”

 

“There has to be a way Dumbledore, there has to be.” Harry didn't want to think of Voldemort as immortal, it took all hope away.

 

“There is, we just haven't found it yet. The Prophecy says you have power that Voldemort doesn't know of which made me look at what Voldemort, Tom, disregarded in school. He used an old form of possessing people, and he didn't use a common, easier, was of connecting to you. He is too physical with his magic and mind; he doesn't understand the true ways of magic. Just like your mother used a spell that was old, so old Voldemort never thought of it, we might need one to defeat him.”

 

“But I don't know anything like that, I didn't even know about magic until I turned 11.”

 

“Neither did he, he was an orphan until I came and got him.” This surprised Harry, he knew Voldemort was a mud-blood, half wizard half muggle, but didn't know he knew nothing of magic until he was 11.

 

“I guess, maybe its muggle means he doesn't know of.” Harry says it as a joke but Dumbledore takes it seriously.

 

“You're right, you, unlike Tom, were not only in the muggle world you were exposed to more then it in your muggle school.” Harry didn't know where Dumbledore was going with this. “Hmm, it might work; it would be something that Voldemort wouldn't think of, protect against.”

 

“What like a gun Dumbledore?” Hermione understood where Dumbledore was going to, was thinking of. “Or a bomb, nothing as powerful as what the military has, but it would be something Voldemort wouldn't look for right? He would look for a spell, a potion, not something muggle.”

 

“You're right Hermione, Voldemort would never think of that. He has such disdain for all things muggle, even his muggle heritage. When did you first think of this Harry?”

 

“I, uh, I remembered something Hermione told me.” Actually now he was, about the time on the train when Hermione told him about the Americans in WWII, using bombs so powerful they turned a 100,000 people into ash each.

 

“I see, we will need to look into this, the Order will be sent to find out how much Voldemort knows about muggle weapons.” Harry already had an idea, it wasn't exactly muggle, but it would work, so he hoped. “You two don't need to be wasting your time in here I'm sure you have something to do on Valentines Day.” Harry and Hermione leave Dumbledore's office heading for the Common Room.

 

“You don't think he, you know, knows…” Harry didn't like how Dumbledore said the sentence.

 

“Well we are dating, and I am an adult, you will be to in a few months, it's only natural that we would, you know.” Hermione blushes thinking about it, if Dumbledore knew, it was a little creepy, but it did make her forget about Voldemort and the necklace.

 

“I guess, weird, he seems to know everything. He always knew what my father and the Marauders were doing…” Harry doesn't want to think of that, he wanted to think of what was in Hermione's room, he had planned it so well, ordered all the flowers, had Dobby help him put them up, he didn't want to waste it. “Hermione if you don't want to we don't have to go back to your room, we could go, I don't know, to the lake or something.”

 

“No, its beautiful Harry, I love it, I never saw anything like it.” She grabs Harry's hand and they go back to her room to celebrate Valentines Day their way.