The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

The Room of Requirement

"Glad you could all find this place." Harry told the group, the first DA meeting in session. They had found the room of requirement after Dobby had told Harry about it.

"Hey Harry, what is all this stuff?" Neville asked, looking around the room to see various items in the room.

"Loads of different defense against the dark arts equipment. Hopefully we'll be able to get through all of it before the holidays.

"You need to understand something before we start though, defending yourself from the dark arts has less to do with magical ability, and more about thinking fast and a lot of luck. We'll be doing expelliarmus tonight, though hopefully we can move on to other things if we have time." Harry told the group, as Zacharias had scoffed.

"Oh please. Professor Lockhart taught us that in second year."

"Lockhart didn't teach as much as prune himself." Ron muttered to Harry.

"Besides, it works. I used it against you-know-who last June. It saved my life. Right we'll split into pairs and give it a go." Harry commanded, as everyone partnered up.

"Would you like to be my partner 'Mione?"

"I would love to."

As everyone practiced, Harry went around observing everyone's work. Hermione managed to disarm Carson a couple times now, and Carson could disarm Hermione as well.

"Expelliarmus!" Neville casted, as Ron's wand flew out of his hand.

"Look here you lot! Neville's really got the hang of this one! Go ahead again Neville." Harry told the group, as Ron got his wand back.

"Expelliarmus!" Neville casted again, and Ron's wand flew into his hand.

"I did it! I did it!" Neville shouted happily.

"Never forget this spell Neville. It may save your life one day."

"Okay everyone. We've done a lot of great work tonight, and I've seen some great improvement. That's it for now, and we'll meet back here next week at the same time.

The group left the room, everyone going different ways to get back to their common rooms. Hermione and Carson went back to their dorm.

"That was a success I would say. You did pretty good 'Mione."

"You weren't so bad yourself Carson. Let's get to bed though."

"As you wish."

The two went to bed, easing into a peaceful sleep. However, their sleep was disturbed when Ron burst into the room.

"Carson! Hermione! Get up! Something's wrong with Harry!" he shouted before running out of the room. Carson got up and went to their dorm to see Harry on the floor thrashing around. When Carson saw Harry, he felt a surge of pain coursing through him, and he fell to the floor as well.

The two were shaking until Harry's pain went away, and soon Carson's did as well. They both got up when Professor McGonagall entered the room, and the boys were taken to Dumbledore's office.

"Mr. Weasley's been attacked!" Harry shouted as they walked.

"You dreamed this, Potter?"

"No! I saw it happen! I was there...kind of."

"You're sure you saw this happen?"

"Yes! I'm sure! We have to do something! He will die!"

"We're going to see the headmaster Potter, Mr. Weasley should come too. Mr. Weasley, fetch Miss Granger as well."

They arrived at the headmasters office, and walked in without knocking.

"Professor McGonagall...and ah..." Dumbledore welcomed, not even acknowledging Harry or Carson.

"What can I do for you?"

"Well Potter here has had some kind of nightmare."

"It wasn't a nightmare! Well, I was asleep, but it wasn't a normal dream. It was well...real. I saw, well Mr. Weasley was attacked by a giant snake."

"And tell me why Mr. Marshall is here as well?"

"I don't know! I saw Harry lying on the floor, but then i felt this pain throughout my body, like I could feel the pain Mr. Weasley was having..."

"How did you see this Harry? How were you positioned when you saw this?" Dumbledore asked, Hermione now arriving and swiftly connecting her lips with Carson's before turning her attention to Dumbledore.

"Oh. Uh...I was the snake. I saw it from the snake's perspective."

"Is Arthur seriously injured?"

"Yes! I felt it!"

Dumbledore didn't answer and went to talk to one of the portraits. He talked to a few of them before Fawkes left, and they sat there for a few minutes before one came back with news. Both Harry and Carson were shaking, looking very pale and in shock.

"Minerva, the rest of the Weasley's will need to be awoken." Dumbledore commanded, and Professor McGonagall rushed out of the room.

They waited a bit longer, before Ginny, Fred, and George came into the office.

"Harry, what's happening..." Ginny asked, being cut off by Dumbledore.

"Your father has been injured in the course of his work for the order. He is alive and arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical maladies and injuries only moments ago. We, however, are going to Sirius's for the night. We're merely waiting for Phineas to return." Dumbledore told the Weasley's, and all of them looked at Dumbledore in shock.

Suddenly, a flame appears and a single feather drops to the ground. Dumbledore picked it up and turned to Professor McGonagall.

"Fawkes' warning. Umbridge knows you're out of bed. Minerva, head her off. Tell her anything you can think of." Dumbledore commanded, and Phineas returned to Dumbledore.

"We're going by portkey." and with that, all of them appeared at Grimmauld place.

"We've got to go to St. Mungo's." Ginny told them, all the Weasley's nodding.

"No you can't." Sirius commanded, as all of them looked at him like he was crazy.

"We can go where we please." George told him, and Sirius shook his head.

"We can't go yet. It would look too suspicious if you lot showed up fifteen minutes after Arthur arrived because Harry's been seeing visions of things happening hundreds of miles from Hogwarts."

George looked livid and went closer to Sirius and got in his face. "That's our father dying out there!"

"I can't let you leave. I'm sorry."

"You don't even care! You wouldn't understand!" Fred called out, Sirius turned to him and looked at Fred incredulously.

"I was a part of the first order. I lost my best friends to you-know-who." Sirius told them, his eyes flickering to Harry, "He's all I have left of them. Believe me, I don't want Arthur to die. But there are some things worth dying for!"

The Weasley twins both sat down, and covered their faces in their hands. Ginny was crying softly, and Ron had his arm over her shoulder comfortingly. Hermione also sat with Ginny, trying to calm her down. Carson and Harry were sitting alone, both feeling guilty for causing this pain. Carson wasn't feeling guilty per say, just he was still shaken up from the whole experience. How had he felt the pain when he wasn't in the dream?

The next day, everyone was sat around the living room, and Mrs. Wealsey came in, everyone turning to her.

"Mum!"

"Is he alright?"

"You're fathers alive. He's going to make it."

All the Weasley's rejoiced, and Harry and Carson's spirits were lifted majorly. They both shared relieved looks, and went to go celebrate with the Weasleys.