Harry Potter and the Secret of Harmony: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Hermione always believed she was destined to be alone, or so she thought until her Dark Knight risked everything to save her. Then, when he needs it the most, she gives him a reason to survive: one that changes everything for our heroes.
Author's Note: So, in a strange way, this idea was born of several classic Harmony themes and clichés, all thrown in with a bit of darkness – because, let's face it, it's so much fun being bad – and chaos for good measure. Mix it all together with some inspiration and unpredictably, set on a high-cook on 800 for thirteen minutes and what do you get?
Well…I don't know, so let's find out.
And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my good friends and loyal fans: my recommended reads are Proud Parents, Knowledge is Power, A Kiss Can Save The World, More Important Things, Can't Have It Both Ways, Souls Abound, Banking on Her, A Different Halloween, Harry Crow, You're My Density and Who Will Fill a Coward's Grave? By robst, Partially Kissed Hero by Perfect Lionheart, Harry Potter and the Daft Morons by Sinyk, The Reclamation of Black Magic by ShayaLonnie, Harry Potter and Future's Past by Driftwood1965, Heart and Soul by Sillimaure, The Harmony Bond by brigrove, Hadrian Potter: Darkness Rising and Hadrian Potter: Darkness Returns by AvatarVecna and Dark Lord Potter by loverofeevee
Key Pairing: Dark Harmony
Other Pairings: To be determined
Chapter 1: A Reason to Come Back
Hermione Jean Granger had always been alone.
Whether it was her Muggle parents putting their jobs before their daughter's upkeep or whether it was her being alone because everyone at school looked down on her because she preferred books and cleverness to talking about cute boys, playing with dolls or pretending to be nurses, learning the latest skipping rope song or playing hopscotch, she was always alone.
And, though she'd never admitted it to anyone other than herself, Hermione liked being alone.
She liked the freedom to move and act, the way she could just be left alone with her thoughts and her objectives and the idea that she was only ever going to be responsible for her, herself and hers.
Then, just after her eleventh birthday, Hermione had acquired a letter and, all of a sudden, she was the perfect daughter: her parents spent more time with her, crowing about her achievements and making sure she learned everything she could. They also gladly accompanied her to and from King's Cross and ate up everything she told them about her school.
What a bunch of hypocrites!
At Hogwarts, Hermione used her knowledge as a weapon, just as she had done at Muggle School; she made sure nobody could get close to her by pretending to give a pig's whistle about rules, authority and knowledge. All the while, she was pretending, playing a long game until she could find a feasible reason to show everyone what happened to those who were left in the dark.
Then, one stormy night in October, also known as Halloween Night, after an idiot decided to paint a none-too-flattering picture of her with his pitiful mockeries, Hermione found that reason.
And all it took was the hero of the magical world jumping on the back of a fully-grown mountain troll to save her.
As for the idiot, he'd conveniently managed to use a spell to save her hero, using the same method she had told him about, which was the cause for her being alone on Halloween in the first place.
And did he even apologise? Did he bollocks!
As thanks, Hermione covered up for the actions of her rescuer and the one who'd clearly convinced him to come and help her out in the first place.
But, even though she never admitted it, she didn't do it for the redheaded waste of space that was about as useful as wet, shit-stained toilet paper.
She did it for him.
Secret of Harmony
Harry James Potter.
When she'd first met him, Hermione hadn't been that impressed; he was meek, naïve and seemed to allow others, like the moron, to lead him around by the collar. Then, he'd gotten into Gryffindor House and she'd seen a speck of hope, if not potential for him, but still, he allowed others to lead the way for him, even when the idiot endangered Harry's life by challenging another useless prick to a duel that shouldn't have happened.
And, lo and behold, it didn't.
As she was known to do, Hermione had read about him, of course, and had been mildly impressed at the references to everything except that pathetic title that he'd been given for doing something with means he-knew-not-what. But the reality was very different and, for the longest time, Hermione had kept her distance, ignoring him and believing he would be nothing more than a sheep.
But then, he'd risked his life for her, even though he hardly knew her, and Hermione had seen the true Harry Potter and what she saw, she liked.
And what she liked, she wanted nothing more than to see again.
Unfortunately, every chance Harry got to be great was overshadowed, either by bias, or moronic thoughts or, more-often than not, the ideas of the redhead who seemed intent on sticking his head so far up Harry's ass, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
The only genuine chance Hermione really got to give Harry so much as a hint of what he could do was when she'd told him what she thought of him at the end of their first year.
Secret of Harmony
"You'll be okay, Harry…you're a great wizard, you really are."
Harry blushed at the praise, though he was unaware of a glint of liking filling Hermione's eyes as she saw it before he admitted in a shy voice, "Not as great as you."
"Me?" asked Hermione, scoffing in disbelieving amusement, while Harry nodded in response before she asked, "Books and cleverness? No, there are more important things… friendship and bravery…"
As she said this, Hermione felt her cheeks burn while her heart raced as she looked into his eyes: here was a boy who'd risked everything for her, for the sake of her future and in a bid to try and redeem the mistakes of the wounded idiot who lay on the other side of the flames. Here was a wizard who did deserve to be great and, at the same time, had given Hermione a reason to know she wasn't forced to be alone.
Here was someone who'd saved her life, figuratively-speaking, and now, he needed her to do the same.
Whether or not that was actually true, she didn't know and, right now, she didn't care.
Looking at Harry, Hermione gulped before she told him, "And…and love…"
"Huh?" asked Harry, who'd apparently been focusing on the fire and the vial in his hand, though his head snapped back round quickly when Hermione said what she'd just said to him.
Looking up at him, Hermione gulped as she told him, "Love, Harry…that's the most important thing you can have: whether it's the love for a pet or something you cherish…or someone you consider precious to you, love can move mountains, boil oceans and turn the skies to blood…"
"H…Hermione?" asked Harry, his voice quivering slightly as he looked back at her before he asked, "What…what are you saying?"
Biting her lower lip, Hermione gulped hard before she looked up at him as she explained, "I…I'm saying that I…I feel that love for…for you, Harry and…and if you don't come back; if you go through those flames and…and you let that monster kill you, then…then I might as well have died in that bathroom on Halloween."
"Don't say that!" snapped Harry, earning a startled look from Hermione; had she, perhaps, pushed him too far?
When she looked into his eyes, however, instead of rage or blinding hatred or other negative emotions, there was a glow there that was so rich and potent, it was like the lightning bolt on Harry's brow had shot itself right into his eyes, filling his glare with a powerful stare that could only be described in one word.
At the same time, Harry gulped before he told Hermione, "Don't ever think that, Hermione Granger, or, I swear, I will find a way to make you eat those words and I'll make sure they burn you going down! You didn't die in the bathroom and, for that, I will always be thankful…even moreso because I was the reason you were there."
"Actually, it was Ronald."
"Yes, but I laughed," said Harry, earning a blush from Hermione as she heard the fire and passion in his voice while he explained, "I laughed at you and I shouldn't have done. I mean, me more than anyone should know what it's like being bullied by others…I had to put up with it for ten years, for Merlin's sake. So there's no excuse for me encouraging him to bully you and, if I could go back in time, I swear I'd never insult you…I promise!"
Before she could stop herself, Hermione hugged Harry, holding him close while, to her surprise, he actually started crying as she held onto him.
Running a hand through his dark hair, Hermione did what she could to shush his sobs while she told him, "Hey, it's all right…I believe you; just as I believe you are meant to be a great wizard, Harry. If only you'd apply yourself, and stop letting people hold you back and guide you around like you're meant to be a dog on a lead, you could easily become the most-powerful sorcerer in the world!"
When Harry gasped in response, Hermione smiled before, pulling back, she wiped his eyes as she told him, "And if you don't want me to, I won't tell a soul what I've said to you and you need never think about it again, Harry. You just go through those flames, find the sick and twisted son of a bitch responsible for everything that's happened and you send them straight to Hell…then you come back; promise?"
Even with his mind filled with surprise and wonder, Harry still managed to nod in response before, swallowing hard, he asked, "Since…since when do you sound so…different, Hermione?"
"Since the day the one wizard I could truly believe in risked it all for a soul he's never even heard of," replied Hermione, taking Harry's hands in hers before she told him, "Before then, I always thought I had to be alone…but now, I don't want to be alone. I want to be able to help you, Harry, and I'm sorry if it sounds weird saying it, but I want to do that however I can because, even though I'm only twelve and barely had any experience with it, I do know, in my heart…maybe even in my magic, I know you are precious to me and I am willing to do anything to prove it…anything, Harry."
Suddenly, the fire Hermione had seen a few moments ago returned before, swallowing down his unease and his queries, Harry asked, "Then…will you come with me, Hermione?"
Nodding behind him, Harry answered, "Through the flames…give me a reason to come back…and if you do, I promise I'll stop playing naïve."
Even though Hermione wanted to ask what he meant by that, she still smiled before she nodded, taking his hand in hers as she explained, "Drink the potion, then pass it to me…and I'll see you on the other side."
Downing the vial, Harry walked to the flames, but as he reached them, he looked back before he said, "Thank you."
"For what?" asked Hermione, watching as the vial refilled, just as she'd suspected given the fact none of them were empty.
"Giving me a reason."
With that, Hermione watched as Harry walked through the fire, leaving her alone.
After drinking the vial herself, however, Hermione rushed to catch up with him, feeling the flames wash over her as she stepped through the final challenge, heading for the Stone.
When she felt Harry touch her, however, pulling her into the room, Hermione's eyes widened when she saw the final challenge between them and the Stone.
But there was someone else standing there, and not the someone they'd expected.
It wasn't Snape.
It wasn't even Voldemort…
It was Quirrell!
Wow, talk about strange and mysterious: Hermione's shown her true colours and it looks like Harry's been hiding his own, but why would he do such a thing?
Also, now Hermione's said what she should have said in the first place, how will this change the future of their educational and social lives for the Prince and Princess of the Pride?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: A different encounter with the possessed professor leaves Harry feeling like he's been reborn, but why does he feel like that and what did he mean when he said Hermione gave him a reason? All will be revealed as the adventure continues…
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