Fixing the past (Sirry)

Chapter 18

"What's wrong Hermione?" asked Harry, "You've been acting weird since we came back from Holidays."

"You look nervous as hell." Ron confirmed.

"I didn't want to worry you with that," she said nervously while she pulled something out of her bag and placed it softly on Harry's dorm bed, "But I received two, one for Christmas and another not too long ago."

She handed two golden cards, Harry could feel the fear rising from his spine, whatever it was, was so bad that Hermione hadn't mentioned anything until now.

"Fucking Merlin," Ron gasped and Harry could agree with his friend as he remembered a similar card.

Two golden cards, one dated for the holidays and one dated a few days ago. The first one might even seem innocent, a simple Christmas card wishing good holidays, but with the content of a photo of the imbecile who wrote it smiling and in an insinuating way because of his posture. The other made Harry's blood feel like it was made of fire. That letter had a message that was far from innocent, despite the words written, it was a letter with words that had a double meaning, it could have been misinterpreted as seventeen and eighteen year old trapped in the bodies of twelve and thirteen year old, and it was really just words. But they had noticed the stares in the classroom and all three knew that those stares were to be avoided.

"I'll kill that git," Ron growled darkly, "I swear I'll kill him, I'll put him under cruciatus to the point of insanity and then I'll kill him."

"We can burn him," offered Harry, "Pull his guts out through his stomach while we set him on fire."

"Enough both of you," Hermione cut in, "We should stick to the original plan."

"Are you listening to yourself?" Questioned Harry looking at her as if she was mad, "That man, a professor, is summoning you to his office after school to have a talk about the books you've been taking out with his express permission, and he says not to worry about going to change out of your uniform, because you won't need comfortable clothes for his talk."

"Sounds as dirty as we know it is." Ron growled.

"We may be misreading the situation." She tried to reassure him.

"Bullshit." They both shouted.

"That's enough, I say, enough," Harry growled with his eyes flashing blood red and slitted drawing a small scare from his friends at seeing him so angry, "Never Hermione, ever, are you going to be left alone with that shit."

"It wasn't in my plans either." She said through clenched teeth.

"We know you're scared," Ron began coming over to hug the witch, "That's why you didn't want to say anything, but we're worried Mione, that prat might not only be after you, some older girls as well."

"It's not lost on me the blackmail he puts up by mentioning the favour of books," Harry wasn't controlling the growl in his throat, it seemed almost animalistic, "It's over, no more, we'll take books out old school, with my cloak and stealth, but your contact with that professor excuse is cut off here."

"Yes," she concurred, "It will."

"And for the love of Merlin and Morgana," said Ron, "Don't get out of our sight for long."

"Just don't write home." She asked.

"If you let me use the twins as my weapons you have a deal." Harry offered.

"Deal." She agreed.

"I'll go get them." Ron jumped in instantly with a maniacal grin at the permission to be able to make life miserable for that pathetic wizard.