Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Unexplained ❯ Secrets Revealed ( Chapter 2 )

 

I would like to thank my reviewers, xxxParvati-Patilxxx, The Gryffindor Drummer, witosmp. I finally have five days off from school so I can work on this story. YAY! Also Happy Easter too, and I still have Ensemble auditions on Monday. It's a day off for CRYING OUT LOUD! Auditions on a day off, its crazy. Oh well, enjoy the chapter.

 

They arrived at Hermione's house an hour later. He was astounded on what it looked. He thought she lived in a house like The Burrow, but her house was a mansion.

 

It had iron bar gates at the entrance with a lush green grass field. The front of the house had a beautiful garden filled with different color roses on the bushes. The car came to a stop in front of the house.

 

“Come on, Harry. I want to show you around,” Hermione said.

 

“Let me get my stuff first,” Harry replied as he was lifting his things out of the trunk.

 

“May I be of assistance, Master Potter,” a thirty year old man stepped forward.

 

Being scared to death, “Who are you?”

 

“This is David, our butler,” Hermione came back.

 

“Good afternoon, Lady Hermione.”

 

“Good afternoon, David,” she turned to Harry, “I'll show you to your room.”

 

The two walked into the mansion, the inside was breathtaking. It had crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, marble flooring, lace draperies that stretched to the floor and paintings that were over a hundred years old.

 

Hermione noticed that Harry stopped in the hallway. She stopped to see his face when he came in.

 

“Harry,” Hermione said.

 

“Huh?” he came back to reality.

 

“Are you going to stand there like a stupid muggle or are you coming with me?”

 

“Sorry, I didn't know you lived in a place like this.”

 

“You never asked me. The little things in the world are just meant to be asked. When you have a mother as a dentist and a father for a brain surgeon, you don't know what is going to do with finances. So, what changed your mind about coming?”

 

“It was what you said. I leaving the Dursley's was my wish. I was too scared to leave, but you encouraged me. Thanks.”

 

“You're welcome. Here's your room. I'll let you get settled in. The bathroom is right next door, and my room is down the hall. If you need anything, all you need to do is ask.”

 

Hermione left him to go downstairs. Harry walked into the room and it looked like a five star suite. He let Hedwig out of her cage to fly outside. Harry decided to go take a shower after a long day. He came too thought on why Ron didn't come? Maybe he would call him to see what's wrong.

 

He walked back to his room. The young wizard put on his Gryffindor shirt and a pair of loose blue jean pants. He tried to fix his hair, but there was nothing he could do to fix it. Not even the strongest straighten potion would work on his head one time he used in fourth year.

 

Harry lied on the bed for a few minutes. Until he heard a voice from a distance and he wondered who it was. He got back up to find the one who was singing. It wasn't far, but it wasn't that close either. Harry walked down the hall, and the further he got the louder it became.

 

He eventually stopped at a door where the source of the sound. It wasn't all of the way closed so he looked around the space he had. Harry couldn't believe it. It was Hermione that was singing.

 

There was nothing but lonely nights

There was nothing but sad goodbyes

For me to fall through

Come true

My dreams are awakening

Somebody is making me

The only one in the room

Nobody could do

Nobody till you

 

Harry had never heard anything this beautiful in his life. It sounded like an angel from the heavens or even more.

 

`I never knew that Hermione could sing like that. No wonder Viktor Crum went to the Yule Ball with Hermione. I wish it was me that went with her than that bloody git. Get a hold of yourself, Potter. Hermione is my best friend. I can't think like she's a prize,' Harry thought.

 

“Harry, I'm glad that I found you. Could you go find Hermione, and tell her that dinner is ready,” Mrs. Granger said.

 

He knocked on the door, “Who is it?”

 

“It's Harry. Your mum told me to find you and say that dinner is ready.”

 

“Ok. I'll show you where the kitchen is at,” Hermione walked into the hall.

 

She came out of her room, and they walked down the hall towards the dinning room. They were just talking about things that happened at Hogwarts since they came. They talked about how they met, the flying car incident in year two, the way Hermione punched Malfoy in year three, the DA group in year five, and the half-blood prince potions book in year six, but they mostly talked about the tri-wizard tournament and the Yule Ball in year four.

 

Harry still remembered the way Hermione looked like at the Yule ball. Her hair was in a tight bun with several strands of hair loose in other places, a light pink elegant dress. Everything about her was perfect that night, except when she went with Viktor Crum.

 

“Harry, we're here,” Hermione said.

 

“Oh, sorry, I was just lost in my mind for a minute.”

 

The two sat down at the table with Mr. and Mrs. Granger. They had a small conversation. Mostly it became quiet until her father brought up something.

 

“Harry, since we know how you and my daughter met. What do you do during the summer at the Dursley's?” Mr. Granger.

 

“Daddy, do you really think that is a good question to ask?”

 

“He can tell us if he wants to.”

 

“Well, I don't have much fun while I'm there. They make me do the dishes twice, mow the lawn, fix the water pipes, water the garden, chop the wood, and mainly everything that has to do with work. I usually stay out of the way until they tell me to make breakfast or whatever they tell me. They bring me my dinner which is usually a half eaten burger and a roll. I have to hide my school supplies from Hogwarts under my bed, so I haven't got to do my homework from Snape's potions class. I wear all of Dudley's old clothes as you can see. They aren't the best in the world, but they're my only family I have left ever since that faithful day happened,” Harry finished his statement as he ran out of the dinning room.

 

“Harry,” Hermione went after him.

 

The young wizard didn't know where he was going or what he was doing. He came to a stop. Hermione finally caught up with him. She breathed hard trying to catch her breath. Harry looked at her, and she looked as she was worried.

 

“Harry, I'm sorry that my parents acted like that. They didn't know what you go through when you go to the Dursley's, but they do now, and they won't ask it anymore.”

 

“It's alright, Hermione. It was only a matter of time until your parents asked me that. I want to thank you,” putting his hand on her shoulders.

 

“For what?” she asked.

 

“For bringing me here, and I wouldn't survive another summer with the Dursley's. You saved me, Mione.”

 

“You saved the world many times. Besides what are friends for…”

 

Harry put his finger on her lips, “Mione, you've done more than a friend would have ever even thinking of doing. You're the best girl a guy could ever have.”

 

“You're welcome,” Hermione said softly.

 

Hermione led him back towards his room, but could remember where she was going. It felt as they were going in circles. She didn't want to think that they were lost. They were in a corridor that she wasn't familiar with. How was she was supposed to tell Harry that they were lost?

 

 

 

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