Harry Potter and His Witches
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: This is written in answer to Jon3776's challenge 'Turning the table'. Though his challenge was to write something with smut in it, I found it rather difficult to write about people having sex. Therefore in this fic, there will be very little sex scenes.
I hope that you would enjoy this anyway
June 30, 1997
The school year had just ended a month ago, and the events that had happened near the end of the last term of school are still fresh in the minds of those of us who had witnessed them. The newly appointed Headmistress of the school had seen the students off at the Hogwarts Express with a grim face, and the students themselves seemed subdued, and filed away into the Express without their usual bustle and noise.
The week that followed was a busy one. The three of us; Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and me, Hermione Granger, had requested permission to stay behind at Hogwarts to do some research on the Horcrux. When Headmistress McGonagall tried to protest, Harry insisted, saying that it was the last wish of the late Headmaster Dumbledore that he find and destroy all of the Horcruxes. The Headmistress had no choice then but to let us stay.
We then spend many hours in discussion with the portrait of the late Headmaster Dumbledore, plumbing him for any information he had on the Horcrux, and many more within the restricted section of the school library, searching for more information on the Horcrux. We even made a trip down into the dungeons, and went through Snape's office with a fine-toothed comb. Unfortunately, whatever information we found were of little to no use.
I did manage to find something of personal interest though. After that bastard Snape managed to betray the light and Dumbledore, I began to think about Harry. Specifically, Harry's safety. Who knows if anyone of us would do the same, whether under the Imperius curse or by any other means. The fact that he is, literally, our last and only hope, is undisputable. The fact that the Ministry is worse than useless is also undisputable. Even the Order of the Phoenix cannot help him much now. They are all busy maintaining their cover, given the close lookout that the Ministry is keeping on everybody; ready to haul anyone that the stupid Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, deems to be dangerous. I swear, that guy is a bigger attention seeker than Cornelius Fudge ever was. Doesn't help that he's better at it too...
No. What Harry needs is a group that is loyal to him alone. A group that would support him up till the time when he has to face off with that snake Voldemort. But for that to work, I will have to find a way to ensure loyalty. We cannot afford to have the likes of Wormtail or Snape within this group. Not when the stakes are this high. It is a good thing that the Headmistress gave us an unlimited pass to the restricted section of the library. I was able to do a great deal of research that does not exactly have to do with the Horcruxes…
I think I may be onto something. I just hope I know what I'm doing. Some of the stuff I'm looking into belongs to the restricted section for a very good reason. However, It just might be what I'm looking for.
Finally, Harry decided to go through the last known hunts of Lord Voldemort, and see if we could find anything. Though potentially dangerous, there was clearly nothing more we can learn about the Horcruxes within the halls of Hogwarts. Though my own project requires a little more time, Harry is not willing to wait any longer. We will be leaving tonight.
Hermione Jane Gangers
Hermione shut her diary with a sigh. She looked around the common room, empty now that most of the students had left for the summer. Her backpack was on the ground by her side, and she stuffed her diary into it, looking up towards the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory with an impatient huff. It was half-pass eleven already, and they had planned to leave at midnight. What were the boys doing?
She was debating if she should go up to their dormitory and hurry them up with a loud crash was heard from the stairs. Hermione could only sigh in expiration when she saw the reason for the crash. Ron Weasley was spread out on the ground next to the stairs with his pack busted open beside him, and Harry Potter looking down in amusement from halfway up the stairs.
"If you are done laughing at me…" Ron grumbled, picking himself up from the floor, and shoving the items he dropped back into his pack.
"Sorry, mate." Harry laughed, hopping down the remaining steps of the stairs to help. "But you must admit that you look rather funny on the floor like that. I had no idea that you miss Hermione so much that you would dive off the stairs to see her."
"I tripped!" Ron nearly howled as his ears grew red. He pushed the last item into his pack with much greater force then needed, determinedly not looking in the direction of Hermione. Harry just smiled before pulling out his invisibility cloak and shaking it open.
"This is likely to be more dangerous than the Ministry trip, you know." Harry begin, but he was cut off by Hermione.
"We've been through this already, Harry. We're going with you, and that's that!" With that, she picked up her pack and walked up to stand beside him and pulled the cloak up to cover her. "You would be lost within a day if I'm not there with you."
"Yeah, what she said." Ron said, as he too took his place beside Harry. "Besides, someone has to be there to keep you from going stir crazy if you only had her for company..."
"Thanks guy." Harry smiled. "I really appreciate that."
"No problem." Ron answered.
"We better go now before professor McGonagall finds out." Hermione added.
"Right. Let's go then." With that, Harry swung his cloak about the trio and they disappeared. The portrait covering the entrance of the Gryffindor's Tower swung open and close without a sound.
Headmistress McGonagall sighed as the sight of the trio disappeared beneath the invisibility cloak from the viewing globe on her desk.
"Are they gone then?" A voice spoke up.
"Yes. They've just left." McGonagall answered tiredly, picking up her wand and turning towards the voice. "I just hope you know what you're doing, Albus."
"So do I, Minerva. So do I"
"Master, the time is near." Bellatrix Lestrange knee at the feet of Lord Voldemort, lips near the dirty stone floor of the hideout of the death eaters.
"Indeed." Voldemort's cold voice echoed within the large cavern that he had chosen as his throne room. "Collect Draco then, and pray that your plan succeed, or you will pay for your failure with your life."
"Yes, my Lord." Bellatrix rose to her feet and swept out of the cavern.
"Severus. What do you think of this rather... bold plan of Bella?" Voldemort asked, after the sound of Bellatrix's footsteps had faded away.
"It might work, my Lord." Snape answered, appearing beside the Dark Lord, his black cloak hiding him from view, concealing him within the shadow. "If Potter continues to be as... noble as always, it should work well enough."
"And if it does not work?" Voldemort's voice carried a hint of chill.
"Do not worry, my Lord." Snape replied with a smirk, reaching into his robes and pulling out a bottle. "As long as she can bring him here, a drop or so from this bottle and he will be yours for the taking."
"Excellent, Severus, excellent." Voldemort's laughter rang high within the cavern. "Soon, we will take our rightful place. Once Harry Potter joins me, and take his rightful place beside me, the Wizarding World will fall before me, and the muggle world to follow. Soon, victory will be mine!"
The high-pitched, slightly maniacal sound of Voldemort's laugher rang throughout the room.