Title: Memories Of Harmony
Pairing(s): Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna and Neville/Ginny
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and related characters © JKR
Rebecca Knight, Pan and Athena © Me; Natasha Maxwell
"Meeting you was fate. Becoming your friend was a choice. But falling in love with you I had no control over."
Five years have past since Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort.
Harry and Hermione have returned to Hogwarts, along with all their friends, to celebrate this milestone and reminisce about everything that has occurred to them over the years.
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, for doing such a wonderful job editing this fic and suggesting some brilliant lines.
Thanks go to Misti, or miscard on Portkey.
Listening to her wonderful Harry/Hermione podcast; Harmony Podcast, encouraged me to write my first Harry Potter fic. To all my fellow Harmonians who are reading this and have an I-Pod an
Chapter 2Chapter 26 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The overnight response I got when I posted this story was unbelievable. Never in my five years of posting here have I had a reaction like it.
I want to thank all of those who took the time to read my story and responded, I hope that I do not disappoint you with the future chapters.
Thanks go to Blueglaceon for being the most wonderful Beta in the world.
Thanks also go to MissAnnThropic, who has allowed me to borrow ideas and exerts from her brilliant story Vox Corporis.
And ya'll know the drill; Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
Rebecca Knight, Pan and Athena and every other character that you haven't heard of do, so no touchies without permission.
That Christmas spent with the Grangers had been a most enjoyable experience, because up until that point Harry had ever only known two types of Christmas celebrations: pre-Hogwarts, where he had spent the day at the beck and call of the Dursleys, and Hogwarts, where he had been one of the few o
Chapter 4Chapter 46 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I want to wish a Merry Christmas and happy New Year to all my readers.
Thanks go to my Beta: Blueglaceon.
Thanks also go to MissAnnThropic, who has allowed me to borrow ideas and exerts from her brilliant story Vox Corporis.
And ya'll know the rap; Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
Rebecca Knight, Pan and Athena do, so no touchies without permission.
But just when things were sailing smoothly, it had always seemed to be his lot to hit some sort of a speed bump.
Harry sighed as he watched Hermione eating her lunch from his place at the Staff table.
If someone had told him a month ago that this would happen he would have replied that they had been severely Confunded and that his and Hermione's bond was at its strongest. Yet here he was: alone and wondering what in Merlin's name he had done to cause Hermione's avoidance of him.
It had all started a few days after their first night together.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team were headed to
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He sat on his bed, Hermione in a chair across from him. She looked at him, though he only looked down at his shoes.
Harry spoke first. "What if . . . what if we can't find the horcruxes? What if Voldemort learns what we're doing and stops us before we destroy them all? What if I end up killing more people in the process of stopping him? What if I get you and Ron killed? What if . . ." he inhaled deeply. "What if I die?"
Hermione placed her hands on his face and tilted it up so he looked at her, her own expression soft and caring. She thought for a moment about what she would say without telling him that the same worries had been going through her head. "There is no doubt in my mind that we will not find and destroy all the horcuxes. As for dying, Harry, I would throw myself infront of a killing curse for you. It does not matter if Ron or I
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Lily rolled her eyes. "Morning, Potter." She sighed, stretching her arms a bit.
He chuckled. "Head Girl still tired when it's almost time for breakfast? Tsk, tsk."
Petulantly, Lily stuck her tongue out at him. "Simply because I'm Head Girl doesn't mean I'm not human, Potter. I never was a morning pershwaung..." Her last word was distorted by a large yawn.
"So I've noticed." He laughed again, earning him a prompt smack on the shoulder.
"Are you ever going to grow out of being an insufferable prat?" she asked, annoyed.
"It's possible," he mused, leaning casually against a wall. "But I think only one thing could assist me in that." He smiled wickedly.
"...I don't think I even want to know." she shook her head, putting her hands up as if to block any of his unwanted ideas, and turned towards the portrait door.
He pushed himself off the wall, following her immediately. "I
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Severus reluctantly opened his eyes. At first he couldn't see anything at all because of the blinding white light that seemed to be all around him. He felt that he was lying on his back, completely naked. He also felt some sort of firm ground underneath him, even though he couldn't see it.
At first he didn't remember anything. He didn't have any idea where he was or how he had ended up there.
He closed his eyes again and tried to clear his mind. Then suddenly he remembered! His hand hastily grasped at his neck, feeling, searching for a wound, a mark, something. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing indicated the snake bite that he clearly remembered had caused him so much pain.
He gasped and sat up with a jerk as he suddenly remembered something more: The boy!
He stood up. He had to find out where he was and what had happened.
He still couldn't see anything but white light in all directions, so he just started running in a random direction. While he was running he remem
HPNG: Chapter 3Chapter 3: The SortingHPNG: Chapter 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Albuss stomach lurched. This was it. The final moment he had been dreading. Slowly, Albus made his way down the isle towards the sorting hat. He sat down on the old wooden stool, only to turn and face the army of piercing stares directed at him from behind. The last thing Albus saw before the sorting hat dropped over his eyes was his brothers face. The anticipation etched on that face made every other stare in the crowd pale in comparison.
So.. a soft voice said where are we gonna put you? This must be the sorting hats voice Albus thought. Nothing gets past you does it? the hat said sarcastically. Hoping to be in Ravenclaw are we? Albus gulped. N..no he started to say, but then remembered whom he was talking too. Not exactly he thought. Well lets see now
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The Headmaster chuckled in amusement as Professor Snape gave out a very frustrated sigh. The Hogwarts teachers had been waiting for almost an hour for the Aurors to arrive for a meeting that the Headmaster had called. There was no doubt that the meeting was to ensure the protection of the students in the upcoming school year, considering that the Dark Lord had returned the year before...and what else could Dumbledore have planned for Aurors.
Finally one by one they walked into the Great Hall. "Sorry we're late Albus, had some business to discuss with the Minister." Moody explained.
"It is no problem at all Alastor." He assured him. "I trust that everyone has arrived safely." Moody nodded once to confirm that they had indeed arrived safely. Everyone took a seat to begin the meeting.
"Good evening everyone." Dumbledore's voice boomed throughout the Great Hall. "I am sure that everyone knows why this meeting was called." He saw many heads nod in affirmation. "Our students are in dire need
HP Next Generation Ch 2Chapter Two: Scorpious MalfoyHP Next Generation Ch 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After standing there for a moment or two more, Rose realized that her mouth was hanging open. She quickly shut it, biting her tongue in the process. Ow! she said, clutching her mouth. Scorpius snickered. Embarrassed, she turned away quickly, hoping Scorpius hadnt noticed that she was starting to blush. Unfortunately, Scorpius had caught a glimpse of her now scarlet face. He laughed harder. Now Rose was beginning to get angry. She wanted so much to wipe that boyish grin right off his face. In a single movement, she turned around, sat down opposite him, and stared at him intently. Scorpius stopped laughing immediately.
The both sat and just stared at each other for a few moments. Rose opened and closed her mouth a few times, changing her mind at the last minute. She wanted to say something, something intelligent, or at least something that didnt make her look like a complete
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"Minerva," her mother said in a gentle voice. "It is time to get up. Today is your first day of school, remember?"
Minerva McGonagall opened her eyes. Of course she remembered! She jumped excitedly out of her bed. Finally the day had come!
"I will go and make you some breakfast while you get dressed," her mom said and left the room.
"Thank you mother!" Minerva said, and she quickly put on her muggle clothes she could not wear her Hogwarts robes before she was on the train because of all the muggles at the train station.
She looked at herself in the mirror next to her bed and adjusted her square glasses. She was eleven years old and she was a tall girl for her age. She was slender, or skinny, if you asked her aunt Selma, her eyes had a dark grey shade and her hair was long, smooth and black. She thought that she looked pretty in her white shirt and tartan skirt.
She plaited her hair into a long, black braid as usual, and fastened
HPNG Chapter 4Chapter Four: The TwinsHPNG Chapter 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After the drama of the sorting was over, Rose was in Gryffindor too Scorpius in Slytherin, Albus and the other first years were led up to their common room. Once there, Albus walked groggily towards the couch at the center of the common room and collapsed into it.
Oi, watch where you are sitting Al!
Sorry Albus said, blushing. He had accidentally planted himself right in Roses lap. After he got up and seated himself more carefully next to her he turned to stare at the fire. He began to reflect on his day when he was interrupted by an all too familiar voice.
So how was the ride up you two? asked a voice from behind them.
Both rose and Albus jumped. It was James.
W..Why do you ask? asked Rose unnecessarily nervously. James shrugged.
Just wondering. he replied nonchalantly. He stood there a moment staring at Rose, waiting for an answer. Then Rose abruptly st
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"Arthur and Fred,"
"I'm George! Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"
"Only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really-"
The hardest thing I ever had to do was walking into 93 Diagon Alley without you. For a place that celebrated pranks and good times it felt suddenly black and heavy; suffocating. Nothing but a great big bloody reminder of every moment I'd ever spent with you. Each product stirred another memory - hours and hours of experimenting, blowing ourselves up, wracking our brains for ideas, searching the halls for willing guinea pigs to participate in our experimenting. How could I stand in that shop day after day selling people laughs? I felt like they didn't have the right to smile, not in our shop, not without you.
The first week was shit. I wanted to punch every customer that walked through the door. It was worse when the regulars asked after you. I'd always reply 'the selfish sod got himself killed and left
CTaFA Chapter 6CTaFA Chapter 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wake up Rose!!" Ginny shouted as she jumped onto Roses bed. "Come on we got to go get ready Rose." Rose finally opened her eyes and came nose to nose with the blue eyed carrot top that had disturbed her sleep.
"Come on lets get going." She pleaded. Rose looked over at her alarm clock and almost fell out of bed when she saw the time. "Ginny its only six. The ball doesnt start til ten."
"Yeah but there are like ten girls who want me to do their hair and I decided that I should do yours and Hermiones too." She explained cheerfully.
"Ugh. Oh alright but I get to do your hair." She said a little less aggrivated.
"Yay, yay, yay." She jumped around for a few moments before she spotted something very interesting on the desk next to Rose's bed. "Oooo whats this." She grabbed the rose and read the note that was attached to it. "Aww thats sooo cute." She said in an overly dramatic voice. "I can't wait to find out who this is."
"Yeah, well, me neither." She she chuckled and walked towards the bat
CTaFA Chapter 4CTaFA Chapter 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sooo...What do you suppose they don't want us to hear?" Harry asked Rose while swinging his thumb over his shoulder to point at the four red heads lagging behind and whispering.
Rose just shrugged and said. "I wonder if they know how suspicious they look right now?"
"Come on Weasleys keep up!" Shouted Mr. Weasley who had met them at the train station with Charlie, Bill, and Fleur Delacour. Fleur had taken a fancy to Bill and had been going out with him for about a month, so naturally she had been making weekly visits to the Burrow hoping to get on Mrs. Weasley's good side. All in all, her plan hadn't worked one bit. Mrs. Weasley just couldn't bring herself to like the blonde haired beauty for some unknown reason.
Finally they had reached Platform Nine and Three Quarters. One by one they ran towards the brick wall and vanished to the other side. "You know I find it quite odd that nobody has ever seen us walking through this wall. I mean this is a pretty busy train station." Rose looked
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On Draco's sixteenth birthday, he knows better than to expect a cake, or a party, or a day he'll want to remember for the rest of his life.
From experience, he knows perfectly well that his birthday presents will be far more sinister, and perhaps the last two he will ever receive:
The Dark Mark...
And a task to perform.
A grand but lonely home stood silently on the outskirts of Nettleton, Wiltshire. Throughout Britain, all traces of the moon and stars were gone from the night sky, leaving only the bleak darkness to blanket the area, from horizon to horizon.
Draco sat in his room in Malfoy Manor, staring at the wall and thinking about as little as possible. He couldn't bear to remember what he had just experienced. He told his mind to push it back, as he had done many times before, but his technique had begun to fail him. The thought of looking into the Dark Lord's eyes, and seeing the intense hatred that dwelt there, made him sick to his stomach with
Beautiful, Wonderful, AmazingHe is alive. My son is alive. A beautiful, wonderful, amazing miracle. I have never used all of those words together to describe something, but he deserves them. For one moment I am numb with relief upon hearing he lives. And for the next I can barely stop myself from streaking out of the forest to find my dear Draco. And holding him. But I must stay and lie, for that is the only thing that will let me go find him now. I don't care what the outcome of the war is. The Dark Lord doesn't matter anymore. Only Draco.Beautiful, Wonderful, Amazing5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HP and the Muggle DartsHarry glanced up and noticed Hermione pacing around their camp, looking nervous, as usual.HP and the Muggle Darts7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I think I've set up all of the protective spells and charms that I can think of...we should be alright..." she said for the third or fourth time that night.
"Oh, come on!" said Ron, who was on the other side of the clearing, "None of those bloody Death Eaters have found us yet, have they?"
"No, I guess not..." she replied, "But one can never be too careful, Ron."
"Yeah, guess so," he grumbled back, stifling a yawn.
It was nearly midnight, and they rarely got much sleep any more.
Harry briefly wondered what it would be like if they were ever captured by the Death Eaters...would they be tortured? Or would they just be brought straight to Voldemort? He supposed that it was entirely possible for them to be taken off guard and be captured, but he was also confident that Hermione's precautions would keep them safe, at least for now.
As he thought, Harry found that he was beginni
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Rose, Albus, and James waved their final farewell as the train pulled away from the station. They all watched as their parents faces were swallowed by the smoke that filled the air as the train pulled farther and farther away. Finally, platform nine-and-three-quarters was no longer visible from the train window. The three children looked at each other anxiously. Well? James said, Shall we?
The three friends started down the isle to find a compartment. James was able to find a compartment with ease. Dan! he cried happily, How was your summer? James disappeared into the compartment with his friend from the previous year, shutting the door behind him. Rose and Albus looked helplessly at each other. Guess it was full, Albus mumbled. Yeah, Rose agreed quietly. After a moment, Rose and Albus cont
CTaFA Chapter 9CTaFA Chapter 96 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Draco had been walking back to his dormitory still deep in thought about the fight he had had with Rose. He really needed to think things through before he opened his big mouth. Then he remembered that he had thought it through but her darn eyes, those beautiful green emeralds of hers. They were too distracting. One look at them sent all his thoughts into disarray leaving him completely defenseless. He wondered when he had become so weak.
"Ooof." Damn her eyes were even too distracting when was just thinking about them. He had run straight into his Head of House, Severus Snape. He looked up at him with an apologetic look, until he noticed that the Headmaster was standing next to Snape with a twinkle in his eye. Draco new that he wasn't going to like whatever Dumbledore was going to say to him. Nothing good ever came with that darned twinkle.
"Um..sorry sir." He apologized for running into the potions professor.
"Draco," He looked over at the Headmaster. "I think Professor Snape would l
Wraith PrologueWraith Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
June, 1997: Albus Dumbledore succumbs to death at the hands of Severus Snape, taking with him the hope of many of the Wizarding World. For without their champion, without the man whom the Dark Lord Voldemort feared the most, who would stand for them? Some turned their hopes to the young Harry Potter, the supposed Chosen One, for he had so often escaped Voldemorts grasp and foiled so many of the Dark Lords plans.
But another blow is dealt when the Auror, Alastor Mad-Eye Moody, falls as Dumbledore did, in an attempt to secure the safety of Harry.
August 1st, 1997: With the death of Rufus Scrimgeour and graceful coup of the Ministry, Voldemort now had at his disposal all of the power of the Minister of Magic, all of his resources to track down and finally end Harry Potter before his threat to the Dark Lords plans could be realized.
But in the chaos, the Chosen One seemed to disappear. There were whispers that Voldemort ha
Dear Bear It had always been around. From the moment he had gotten it. First, he had carried it with him everywhere. When he got too old for that, it sat on his pillow through the day, and was hugged through the night. But, soon enough, he was too old even for that, and it just sat around the house. Sometimes in his room, on his desk, or occasionally on his bed. Sometimes on the mantle, and sometimes on a couch, snuggled next to a couple throw pillows. But, one thing was true, throughout those years, he hadn't stopped caring for the bear. He couldn't remember a time it hadn't been there. However, his mother could easily remember the day she had given it to him and how happy he had been receiving it...Dear Bear5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Draco, darling!" Narcissa walked up to her small, two-year-old son sitting on the floor, "I've got you a present!" He looked up at her from playing with a toy dragon, eagerness in his eyes.
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George Weasley x Luna Lovegood
A Robin Noticed my Condition
Skipping was a wonderful thing. Luna Lovegood had been skipping all day. She had skipped up and down the corridors until Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker, had yelled so hard that the little veins on his face had turned purple with his exertion. She had skipped around the Ravenclaw homeroom until her rope had knocked a bottle of ink onto the floor and Padma Patil had ordered her out. She had skipped round the courtyard, and up one walk and down another, smiling at the crack of the rope as it snapped against the cobblestones, until some boys from Syltherin began to pelt her with little stones and pebbles, and commanded that she skip elsewhere.
So Luna turned towards the lake with her skipping rope and skipped across the grass towards it. The sun was shining brightly and she marvelled at all the pretty reflected lights dancing on the water. A gentle, warm wind was blowing and as it gusted through the trees and long grasses, i
Prologue: Twin Vice DetectivesPrologue: Twin Vice Detectives8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Main Characters: Fred, George & Luna
'There came a wind out o' the north
A sharp wind and a snell
A dead sleep it came o'er me
And frae my horse I fell
And the Queen o' the Faeries she took me
In yon green hill to dwell.'
- Tam Lin
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"From The Tales of Beedle the Bard," he read, peeling back the yellowed page with a sullen look. Then he began.
'There is a tale as old as the moon and dark as the night, a story from a bare and barren land in the North. Above all, it is a story of how fear conquers the fearful. But it is just a story and it begins with the Winter Queen and ends, as all stories must, with Death.'
'There are many tales of the Winter Queen, but only one of them is true. It is true when they say her hair is white as snow, her eyes dark as coals, her face pale as death. It is also true when they say her face is blank and empty but for the