The Second Try

She's Back

The next few days were the happiest that Harry had had in sixteen years. He'd spent all of his time either with Mia, who was helping him learn how to separate the two souls, or with Hermione, who had come back to Diagon Alley every day as Harry helped her get used to the Wizarding world. When a snooty looking wizard had called Hermione a Mudblood when she'd bumped into him. He'd wandlessly cast a spell that had melted the bones of the man. Only the ones on the side that Hermione had touched. The worthless man wasn't worthy of touching her. She'd given him a quick glance as the man had screamed in agony and collapsed, his entire left side seeming to loose its shape.

She didn't know what the word "Mudblood" meant, but from Harry's reaction she could guess. She looked at him again. He was incredibly powerful, that much was obvious. From what she had read, an eleven year old should have barely been able to melt a large rock. But Harry had just melted the bones in the man. He hadn't affected anything else. Either she was incredibly weak or he was something else. She blinked at him, then flashed him a smile. She didn't really care what he was. He made her feel safe and happy.

They arrived at Kings' Cross Station. Harry helped Hermione get her things onto a trolley, silently using a feather-light charm to make things easier for her. He showed her how to get onto platform 9 ¾. Once there, they loaded their things and found an open compartment. He'd sealed it, using enough power that even Voldemort would have had trouble getting in.

He saw the Weasley's enter the platform. This time, he wouldn't make the mistake of trusting Ronald. He'd turned tail and run mid-battle, abandoning his family and friends, getting several of them killed. When he found Harry after the battle, he tried to use the excuse of the Imperius curse. Harry had laughed at the pathetic attempt at an excuse. If he'd been under the Imperius curse, he would have attacked us. It was more than that, however. Harry could actually see the fact that he'd had no magic at work on him at the time. When Harry wouldn't let him back in and ordered him to leave, Ron had attacked, attempting to use a Killing Curse. Hermione had noticed and used a jinx to knock Harry out of the path. He'd caught Ron with a Severing Charm at the shoulder, incapacitating. Hermione had used Legilmency to find that the bastard had accepted a bribe to kill Harry. They'd tied him up and left him to rot.

He checked the wards and added a bit more. He shielded the windows and made sure that the doors were actually reinforced. No one would get in until Hermione was back. His Hermione.

"What are you doing to the doors?" Hermione asked.

"I need to ask you some questions, and I can't let anyone interfere." He cast a charm to detect any living beings within the area. Besides Hermione, there was only Mia, who was outside the window racing the train until Harry needed her.

"What?"

"Please, please believe me." He whispered. "Everything I am about to tell you is the truth." He paused, then told her everything.

"So... you're saying that I was your wife in another world and that I died so you've been desperate to find a way to bring me back. You sent yourself back in time to the age of five and have been waiting for this moment." Hermione said.

"You don't believe me." Harry said. Then he raised his wand. Hermione flinched and Harry was horrified. "I would never hurt you. Ever. If you wanted to kill me, I wouldn't fight back. I plan to make an Unbreakable Vow."

"I would never kill you." She said vehemently. "What's an Unbreakable Vow?"

"It is a magical oath. If you break it, you die." He said simply. "I, Harry James Potter, do hereby declare that everything I have told Hermione Jean Granger in this car is the truth." There was a blinding glow and Harry lowered his wand.