Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter And The Dawn Of War ❯ Worried ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Worried

 

 

Hermione and Harry get up early if not willingly. They had been up late celebrating Harry's birthday but needed to get to the Ministry entrance before Arthur got there. “Come on Mione you can take a shower when we get back home.”

 

“I just want to wash my hair and…” Harry opens the door.

 

“Now Mione. Our hair and eyes are back to normal so we have to move as quickly as possible incase there is a Death Eater watching the entrance.” Hermione turns the faucet on and puts her head under it getting it wet. “Why do you do that? Your hair isn't that dirty.”

 

“It isn't about being dirty Harry.” Hermione continues washing her hair. “Ok, just let me do a drying spell and I'm done.” Hermione gets her wand and dries her hair. “Now I'm ready Harry.” She smiles at Harry and flips her hair over her shoulder. “See? Much better.”

 

“You don't look any different from twenty minutes ago. You're still the same beautiful Hermione.” Hermione laughs and takes Harry's hand in hers as they head to the entrance for the Ministry.

 

“Do you want to wait out here or in there?” Hermione didn't want to deal with the guards again but it would be dangerous to stand outside where anyone could see them.

 

“In there, it's safer even if the guards are annoying.” Harry and Hermione walk into the Ministry entrance and find two new guards.

 

“Halt, Name, ID, Branch.” Both guards stick their hand out and say the same thing.

 

“Uh, I'm Harry Potter, I don't have an ID. I'm just waiting for Arthur Weasly.” The guards look at each other then back at Harry.

 

“Harold James Potter, you and Hermione Jane Granger are to come with us.” The guards turn around and tap the door, it opens. Walking inside they see two guards on the other side. “The two we were waiting for have arrived. Take your place.” The two other guards go to the other side and stand guard at the entrance as the other two guards lead Harry and Hermione through the Ministry.

 

“Where do you think we're going?” Hermione looks around the Ministry. It was busy with wizards and witches running in and out of different offices.

 

“Home I hope.” Harry just wanted to talk to Arthur and find a way to take the Apparition block off. “Um, I was wondering, where are we going?”

 

“Office of Apparition and Transportation.” Hermione grabs Harry's wrist.

 

“You don't have a license.” They were in trouble. Harry had illegally Apparated and could face fines, even a three month imprisonment.

 

“I know Mione. But you have your license so you don't have to worry.”

 

“But I helped you violate the law. I'm as responsible as you are.” Hermione was an adult, they both were, and that meant adult punishments.

 

“Package is here.” Hermione looks up as they get to the door to the Office of Apparition and Transportation. The door opens as Harry and Hermione are ushered inside.

 

“Ah you two gave us quite the scare last night.” It was someone they had never seen before. “Sit down please.” Two chairs move up and makes the two sit down.

 

“I'm sorry Sir, we were…”

 

“Don't be sorry we realize it was your birthday last night. Everyone in the wizard community knew that.” This confuses both Harry and Hermione, they had broken a law and yet this person seemed not to care. “You are an adult now but that does mean you should know the law.” There it was.

 

“I'm sorry Sir, please I take all responsibility.” Harry didn't want Hermione to get in trouble. “I'll pay whatever fines and penalties there are without protest. I do know the law and won't try to get out of my punishment.”

 

“Very good but there is more than that. Why didn't you Apparate home? We got an Owl from Arthur Weasly that you had left your home and did not return.”

 

“We came here last night when we couldn't get home but the guards stopped us.” Harry looks at the desk, then the walls and sees an award to a Colby Steagle. “Mr. Steagle we tried but we couldn't so we stayed at a hotel near here so we could come here as early as possible.”

 

“Really? Hmmm, well then the question is why couldn't you Apparate home? We know you both can even if one of you does it without a license.”

 

“We couldn't! We tried but after the Death Eaters attacked we tried and…” The man behind the desk stops Harry from saying anything else.

 

“Death Eater attack? When, where, we had no reports of Death Eater activity last night.” The man shuffles through papers looking for a memo on a Death Eater attack. “No report was sent out. How did you get away?”

 

“Oh we took care of it.” The man stares at Harry then starts to laugh. Harry looks around him seeing what was so funny.

 

“Boy you say that so calmly like it was an everyday thing! No wonder Albus likes you so much.” The man gets a piece of parchment out. “I just need you to sign this and we can get you your license.”

 

“What?” Harry looks at the parchment and reads it while the man explains.

 

“We'll just say you were practicing and did far better then expected. When a person first tries Apparition we don't penalize them for succeeding we give them a license. Albus is making sure you don't get any Blooter's Blood on you.” Harry stares at him confused.

 

“Harry, it's a saying, common in the 1940's.” The man lets out a chuckle.

 

“Showing my age am I? Alright come with me and we'll see about getting your license.” Harry hands the parchment to the man.

 

“But why can't we Apparate now?” That was Harry's new concern now that Hermione wasn't going to get in trouble.

 

“A powerful spell but it should have no effect in here. Used in the 1700's to keep wizards and witches from using Apparition in Muggle areas. A magical place like this however should null the effect of any spell.” The man leads Harry and Hermione through the Office of Apparition and Transportation getting to another room.

 

“I never had to do this.” Hermione looks around the room. There are eight circles all different colors.

 

“Hermione Granger you were able to get special testing by Albus due to your circumstances. But as Harry is here we can do this properly.” The door to the room closes and the rings start to glow. “Harry, you are to enter the circles as they light up. The quicker you are the better but if you enter the wrong circle you get an automatic failure. Not even your fame or Albus can stop that and you will have to wait two weeks to take this test again.”

 

“That's it?” Harry looks at the different circles and the red one glows. Harry concentrates and lands inside of it. “Easy, can't believe some people fail this.”

 

“Oh you have the new test. We can't do the old ones with all the troubles going on.” A blue circle glow and Harry Apparates to it immediately. “It will get harder and faster but keep up the good work.”

 

“No problem.” An orange circle glows and Harry lands in it. Before he can say anything about how `easy' it was the light goes out. “Hey, what the heck is going on?”

 

“The test, please pay attention.” A yellow circle was glowing and Harry Apparates to it. Harry continues following the glowing circles and Apparating inside of them for several minutes.

 

“Keep it up Harry.” Hermione watches Harry as Harry is close to completing the test. “Watch out Harry!” A fireball shoots out of the wall, distracting Harry who ducks. The fireball flies over but turns in mid air and goes after Harry.

 

“Ah yes the hardest part of the test. Apparition while under pressure.” Harry keeps up the test becoming worn out from using so much power. He is tempted to open up his connection to Voldemort. No way could he get inside the Ministry. “Just five more minutes and you'll be done.”

 

“Come on.” Harry concentrates on the Apparition and opens the connection to Voldemort just a little bit. “This is still easy.” Harry acts cocky as he completes the test.

 

“Very good Harry I had no doubt in your abilities.”

 

“Good job Harry!” Hermione hugs him and kisses him on the lips. “Your tests were a lot easier then mine though.” She sticks her tongue out at Harry before laughing at Harry.

 

“You just have to be the best don't you?” Harry laughs with Hermione as they leave the room. Walking towards Mr. Steagle's office they hear screaming.

 

“What's going on out there? This isn't a party this is a place of business!” The man opens the door then slams it shut. “Harry get out of here! Both of you, now!”

 

“Why?” Hermione looks at Harry. “We have to help but you must be tired from the test. You go home and I'll stay to help.”

 

“No way Hermione.” Harry hears more screaming and realizes what is going on. He was still connected to Voldemort who had sent his Death Eaters to attack the Ministry itself. Harry opens the connection more getting as much energy as he could before closing it off. “Let's roll.” Harry goes towards the door but Mr. Steagle stops him.

 

“There is no way I am going to let go through that door Harry!” He grasps Harry by the shoulder. “You are to go home, as the…”

 

“I don't care what you say Mr. Steagle I can handle these Death Eaters.” Harry is able to break Mr. Steagle's grip and opens the door. “Hey, it's me you want, leave the others alone!” Several wizards and witches in Death Eater masks turns towards Harry.

 

“There he is! Get him!”

 

“Harry get away from there!” Hermione pushes Mr. Steagle out of the way to get Harry but Harry walks into the main lobby of the Ministry.

 

“You want some come get some!” Harry knew it sounded cheesy but he was boosted with power, his cockiness and arrogance making him feel bigger and stronger then what he really was. “Diffindo!” The spell hits a Death Eater in the face cutting the mask in half and making the Death Eater bleed.

 

“You'll pay for that Harry Potter! Crucio!” The spell hits Harry but does nothing. “What? No one could throw it off that quickly!” Harry had Voldemort's power inside of him making him strong enough to be unaffected.

 

“Nice try, Stupefy!” Harry's spell hits the Death Eater knocking him backwards. “Anyone else want to try me?”

 

“Harry get back here!” Hermione leaves the safety of the office.

 

“No Hermione you stay in there! I'm more then enough for these ingrates.” Harry turns back to the Death Eaters, the power he leeched from Voldemort rising inside of him. “How about I try something more fun? Firis Boul!” Harry sends a fireball at a Death Eater who blocks it. The fireball explodes catching some parchment on fire. “Firis Boul!” Harry fires another fireball hitting a Death Eater.

 

“This isn't how it was supposed to go!” The Death Eaters were panicking, they were supposed to go in and grab Harry then Apparate out of there. Now a Seventeen year old had stopped them long enough for the Ministry to respond.

 

“Halt!” Several Aurors break through the front gate and start letting loose curses and spells.

 

“I don't need your help!” Harry still had Voldemort's power, and arrogance, burning inside of him. “Firis Boul! Firis Boul! No, even better, Aquis Olo!” A stream of water comes out of his wand forming into a Water Drake. “Get them!” The Water Drake lets out a roar and starts to thrash the Death Eater. “Yes! More! I want more enemies!” Harry's hair charges with energy, his eyes start to glow. His veins start to show and his skin becomes pale.

 

“Harry!” Hermione runs out of the door and hugs Harry from behind. “Stop it you're not acting like yourself!” Harry's hair falls, his eyes stop glowing. The power, and arrogance, comes under control. The Death Eaters still standing Apparate away.

 

“Mione, my head hurts.” Harry losses his concentration and the Water Drake collapse into a puddle of regular water.

 

“Harry, how did you do that?” To create an Elemental Drake was magic so advanced it wasn't even taught at Hogwarts.

 

“I, I had the power then.” Harry's head throbs. He rubs his temples trying to rub the pain away. “I didn't mean to hurt anyone.” Harry looks at a Death Eater badly burnt but still breathing. “Even if they deserved it.”

 

“Don't worry Harry you probably saved the Ministry.” Hermione, in concern for Harry, helps him back to the Office of Apparition and Transportation. “Mr. Steagle do you have anything for him?”

 

“I believe I do.” Mr. Steagle waves his wand a large wooden box appears. “Take this Harry and it will clear that headache up. Mighty good show Harry, no wonder you considered your Death Eater attack last night to be a minimal inconvenience.” Mr. Steagle waves his wand and the wooden box shrinks and disappears. “I'll settle things for you. I'll have your Apparition License sent to you by Albus himself. You two need to get out of here.” Hermione nods and takes Harry towards the door.

 

“Are you able to Apparate home?” Hermione looks at Harry noticing he is still wincing from the pain coming from his headache.

 

“Yes Hermione, let's go home.” The two Apparate out of the Ministry that was cleaning up after the Death Eater attack. The Aurors round up the Death Eaters left behind for interrogation. The Daily Prophet would have no information of Harry's involvement, it was the least Mr. Steagle, a friend of Albus Dumbledore, could do for one of his friends students.

 

Harry and Hermione land in the backyard of Harry's house. “Finally, my parents are probably going insane with worry.” Hermione and Harry go into the house to find the Granger's, Devin, Monica, and Ginny sitting around the dining table.

 

“Alright Potter! Just getting home, must have had a great time last night!” Monica is the first to see them and pumps her fist in the air.

 

“It was nothing like that!” Hermione's face turns red as her parents turned around and stared at her. “We couldn't make it back last night.”

 

“And why didn't you call us Missy?” Her father gets out of his chair relieved his daughter was ok but then his parental instinct took over.

 

“Dad, we don't have a phone.” Hermione looks at her mom then back at her dad. “I didn't mean to be out so late but it was outside of our control.”

 

“How? You can use magic. Heck you just appeared in the backyard didn't you?” Penelope crosses her arms waiting for an answer.

 

“So can the Death Eaters.” Harry says this not thinking about it. He was a little ticked at Hermione's parents being mad about them being out all night. They were now both adults and could do what they wanted, so he thought.

 

“Death Eaters? You two were attacked!” Devin looks at their auras and sees something is wrong with Harry's. “How did you get away? Were you on the run all night?”

 

“No, we lost them but couldn't Apparate home last night because they put a spell on the area. We had to go to the Ministry to get home.” Hermione did not want to mention the attack on the Ministry. As far as she knew no one was killed but wasn't positive. Ginny's dad still worked at the Ministry and might have been hurt.

 

“Oh I'm so glad you're ok Honey.” Penelope hugs Hermione. “You to Harry. What a way to spend your birthday.”

 

“We still had fun.” Harry's smile gets a stare from Hermione's parents but the three teens start cheering and whistling. “Hey that's not what I meant! I got to kick some Death Eaters out of the Ministry all by myself.” Hermione shakes her head at Harry's comment.

 

“The Ministry was attacked?” Ginny stopped cheering the second she heard `attack' and `Ministry' in the same sentence.

 

“Don't worry no one was hurt unless they were a Death Eater.” Harry chuckles a little feeling the power and arrogance rise in him. “I don't even think Arthur was in yet anyways.”

 

“That was very dangerous!” And brave, not that Tom would say that to Harry's face. “You could have been hurt or worse! Isn't the Ministry supposed to be protecting you kids?”

 

“They are and they did. The Death Eaters used a surprise attack. I had just gotten done taking my Apparition test when they attacked.” Harry smiles feeling good about passing the test and defending the Ministry against the attack. Voldemort may have been evil but his power made Harry feel great.

 

“I'm sure Harry's tired after using so much magic so I'm going to take him to his room so he can take a nap.” Hermione holds Harry's hand and starts to lead him to her room when he stops her.

 

“Mione I'm sure you're hungry. We can get something to eat and take it to your room ok?” Harry was starving but didn't want to be rude. They get a dish and pile eggs and bacon and toast on it.

 

“They are a little cold. I can heat them up when we get to my room.” Hermione and Harry go up to her room glad to be back home. After a wild night of fighting Muggles, Death Eaters, and celebrating his birthday they saw the large comfy bed as paradise. The bed in the hotel room wasn't that bad but they didn't spend much time sleeping and so with food in their stomach sleep was heaven.

 

“Monica, Ginny, come here.” Devin leads the girls to the Library. “Something is wrong with Harry. I'm worried about him and Hermione.”

 

“Why? They seemed fine to me.” Ginny looks at Monica. “Did you see anything wrong with them?”

 

“She wouldn't have. I don't think it involves ghosts or possessions. Harry had a black inner lining to his aura. It was small but it was there.” Black meant evil, something Harry wasn't. “What if it isn't Harry?”

 

“It has to be him. How else would he know about this place? Dumbledore surely wouldn't have made it that easy to get in here.” Ginny bites down on a fingernail in concern. “Maybe it was because of the Death Eaters, he did fight them.”

 

“Evil can rub off but it would be on the outside of his aura.” Devin sits down in a chair. “We can wait for him to wake up and see if the aura is still there. Maybe he did something evil when fighting the Death Eaters.”

 

“You think he might have killed one? But Devin, he's, Harry is only seventeen. And if Harry did kill one do you think he did it on purpose.” Monica did not feel or see any ghosts following Harry. Ghost usually followed the person who killed them if they could to haunt the person.

 

“I don't know. Wait for him to wake up and I'll see if it is still in his aura.” Devin concentrates on Hermione's room feeling the emotions coming from there. “They are sleeping. The evil seems to be coming off though.” Devin sighs and sinks into the chair.

 

“Devin you shouldn't soy like that. What if they weren't sleeping?” Monica laughs as does Ginny. When Devin sees the look on Devin's face she stops. “Pervert.”

 

“It's not my fault! Do you know how hard it is to block out all the emotions in this house? It is bad enough with you and the Granger's.” He had spent hours meditating at night when he was supposed to be sleeping. Love was a powerful emotion that was hard to block out. “While they are sleeping can I get a nap or will you two run off and do your thing?”

 

“I'll be nice to you Devin, just this once.” Monica kisses him on the cheek and leaves the library with Ginny to go to the backyard.

 

A couple of hours later Harry and Hermione wake up in each other arms. “Harry, you're on my arm.” Harry rolls off of it and Hermione rubs it with her hand. “It's still numb.”

 

“Sorry about that Mione.” Harry kisses her on the lips. “I had a great dream and an even better wake up.”

 

“Sweet talker.” Hermione kisses Harry. “I need a shower. I got to wash my hair but the rest of me is still dirty. Care to join me?”

 

“Love to Mione.” They get out of bed and take a shower.

 

After showering and getting dressed they go downstairs and run into the other teens. “What's going on?”

 

“Just making sure.” Devin studies Harry and finds no black in his aura. “So, when do we get our letters? And are we going to Diagon Alley to get our school supplies?”

 

“I don't know, Mione, when should we get our stuff?”

 

“I don't think its safe Devin. Maybe we could send Dobby into Diagon Alley and get our things.”

 

“Yeah and wind up with ugly clothes that don't fit Hermione.” Monica looks down at herself. “He'd probably come back with something purple or pea green. Colors that are totally wrong for me.”

 

“I'm sure we could return anything you don't like Monica. I remember when we would go to Colbert Mall and you would spend hours deciding what shoes to get.” Devin and Monica laugh a little.

 

“If your feet aren't happy you're not happy.”

 

“We still need to wait for our lists. Although we could get clothes ahead of time. Diagon Alley gets so busy when the lists are sent out.” Ginny didn't have money on her though and would be stuck with her old things.

 

“Not anymore. Last time we were there Diagon Alley was abandoned. I think that makes it even more dangerous since it is so easy to pick a person out since there is no one else there.” Last time Harry had been there he and Hermione had been attacked and sent into the past. “I'll just send Dobby, I'm sure it would make his day.” Crack

 

“You call Mister Harry Potter Sir?” Dobby had `felt' his name being said and Apparates to Harry.

 

“Oh uh, in a week or two we will need to get our school supplies and clothes. Could you go into Diagon Alley for us when we get our lists?”

 

“Yes Mister Harry Potter Sir.”

 

“Dobby.” Dobby turns to Monica. “What color do you think I would look good in?” Monica poses for Dobby.

 

“A purple with green stripes would look fabulous on you Miss Stark.”

 

“I told you!” Monica laughs confusing Dobby. “Dobby I want to talk to you so you know what I like. Is that ok Harry?”

 

“Sure Monica, no problem.” Harry didn't care, clothes were clothes. Although he did like dark blue and greens he didn't really care what Dobby got. Unless it was pink. “Dobby thank you but you can go do whatever it is you do on your down time.”

 

“More knitting!” Crack.

 

“Knitting? Think maybe we should get him a girlfriend or something?” Monica raises her eyebrow and looks at Harry. “You and the rest should talk to Dobby to. He might come back with a big pink robe for you and a bright orange robe for Hermione.” Monica chuckles imagining Harry and Hermione in those colors.

 

“Oh Monica you are always thinking of others.” Ginny's joke gets the rest to laugh.

 

“Of course. You're my friends and if you look like idiots then I'll look like an idiot no matter how fashionable I am.”

 

“Well, I guess we wait for our letters.” Hermione looks out the window wondering when they were coming. “I wonder who will be Head Girl and Head Boy.” The group laughs except for Hermione. “What?”

 

“Gee who is the best witch in our grade? Who is probably the best witch in our entire school?” Hermione's blank face shows she doesn't get it. “You of course! And Harry's probably the Head Boy.”

 

“Me? My grades aren't anywhere near good enough to be Head Boy.” Hermione nudges him.

 

“Harry it isn't all about grades. I don't think Dumbledore could choose anyone but you though. The Head Boy isn't who has the highest grade but who would be best for the position. You've fought for the school, saved it multiple times, who better then you Harry?” Hermione wraps her arms around Harry's neck. “Right?”

 

“I guess.” Fought against a teacher his first year, a Basilisk his second, a hundred Dementors his third year, Voldemort himself his fourth year, dozens of Death Eaters including Ron his fifth year, and again against Voldemort his sixth year. His grades may not have been perfect but he was a brave person who fought for others. “Who wants to go play some Quidditch out back?”

 

“I do!” The teens get their brooms while Hermione and her parents watch the boys against the girls in a simplified game of Quidditch.