AI GENERATED HARRY POTTER FANFIC

Chapter 1: The Day After

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At the beach, Harry woke up with a cold sweat. He was sweating blood through most of his clothes, and there was a faint smell of smoke from the burn scars on his skin. The blood had turned soft, and he would almost be surprised to see two tiny bruises on his right hand. What was even worse, one of his ribs had been broken.

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It was already a beautiful day, and the sun was shining brightly on everything. Harry didn't want to go on vacation before school started, so it would be easy to forget he'd hurt himself. He'd hoped he might go up for a swim, but there was no time, and he would have to wait it out before the next one. Even though he couldn't stay at the lake, it wouldn't be safe there anyway, as the water couldn't be cooled down quickly enough because of the wind.

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But first he took off his clothes and stretched out with his arm up, in hopes that he wouldn't have to run into the closet again. When he opened the closet door, he noticed that it was dark inside with a hole in the wall, just behind the desk where he kept the letters he was trying to write. It seemed that this was how the letters were meant to come to him.

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-oOoO-

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Harry opened a letter to Harry Sirius before turning his attention to the picture of Hermione's birthday present.

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-oOoO-

Dear Harry Potter,

I'm sorry to see Harry in this state. He can make better use of his time than us. I knew it was going to happen, but still I can't help but think it's the truth. This isn't the day to fight and cry.

I'm so sorry that I don't have Harry to say those things. But I'll write to him whenever I need to. You were my inspiration, and I won't let this happen to you, and I've got to hold on tight to you too. No matter what happens, the only way you're ever going to get to me is to say goodbye." Harry stood still in the corner, waiting for her to continue.

Then it happened so fast that there was no turning back.

She broke down, sobbing. She was standing in the shower in her hospital bed and she knew she didn't want to see the tears come, but what could she do about it?

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Hermione's hair fell into her lap, covering her eyes. She tried not to let it fall on the floor. All she wanted was for someone else to look over and she had been waiting for him to come talk to her for days now without anything happening. He looked at her, and it felt like she was trying to remember how he felt a moment before. How did he feel? His eyes were wet, but not too wet. That was what made it feel so good. He wasn't a very happy man, he just wanted his time with her to be perfect. And she was the perfect woman. She was a witch. All she wanted was for him to be the right kind of man. How different it would be would depend on how she would play her role as Lily, if she still needed the attention of the Slytherins to live up to his expectations.

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"Hermione!" came the soft squeak that broke the silence as Severus found himself face to face with this gorgeous woman. His eyes were locked on her slender waist. She was tall, slender, graceful, with dark almond brown skin. Her long dark hair parted the length of her body in a stunning cascade of long locks. Her elegant brown eyes were glinting with love and curiosity, and she was looking at him with an expression that he should have been just begging to see. Her features, though not overly beautiful, were perfectly proportioned, and she had a very feminine mannerism.

"Do you remember when you were eleven?"

"No…. But yes, I remember the first time I met you. I was eleven and you were eighteen."

"Oh."

"Ah well, what were our first dates like then?" Severus's heart skipped a beat, but he was not aware she had stopped talking for a while. "I was with Luna, you know?" He continued.

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Luna, in turn, chuckled and reached up, holding out her finger to him for coo. He took her in his arms and kissed her softly on the mouth. In his mind's eye, she was a girl who didn't like men, but they'd all gotten used to it. Severus shook his head and looked over to the tree stump, and found it had turned out to be growing taller and taller. It looked like the leaves had turned to a dense white, but had taken on many colors due to sunlight filtering through the stumps.

The trees were now full of flowers, and the air was full of people. Severus thought back to Hermione's first date, and the fact that the girl had made sure Severus didn't hurt, because of course he loved her as a girl and that would never change, but at the time, for her, Hermione had never had a better date; but now.

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So much has been done in this world so late, but there's something you can do today, Severus. It is not so much about the future, it has to do with yourself right now. You need to realize that this love you have is for Hermione's love, and she's not going to change. She wants to be with you. She does everything you've asked her to do. So don't be jealous… or angry, or depressed. The things you have to do. Don't fight them, they're a part of life.

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Severus was tired of hearing all those empty words. So Severus stood up, walked over to Percy's desk and started looking through his books and articles. He paused as a young blonde girl's name appeared right on the cover of one of his newest books: 'The Elements of Rationality'.

The girl sat there for a while, her gaze fixed straight at the book in front of her as if waiting for her to say something. She waited for a few moments.

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Suddenly, the silence was broken with a cry that sent a burning of cold in Severus's eyes:

"Professor, what the hell?"

"I thought the professor told me the student couldn't read. That doesn't make sense, does it?"

"It does, Severus."

The girl was crying again. Severus took a deep breath. "You don't know how to read?"

The girl raised her voice so that the boy couldn't hear it.

"Professor, I need this, I really do. I need it now."

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Severus's anger was welling because it was hard to imagine Severus ever letting Snape do that to himself. But it was worse than just that. Snape still felt…sad. He wanted revenge, wanted it now so badly that he could never forget. Not when he was able to show what he could do.

"How is that possible?!" he demanded, and he reached out with both hands, pushing out Snape's wrists like he was going to rip. Snape jerked his head up and turned his head back to look over to look back at him. Snape's throat grew dry and he stared straight ahead, as if trying to get hold of something that would bring him more joy or light. There it was, in front of Snape, Snape's face, his mouth. Voldemort was now staring directly at him, and Snape tried to hold himself still.

"You didn't do that?!" Voldemort shrieked. The look on his face told Snape not to do something now. "You didn't touch me!" He spat the word all at once and pulled himself from his bed, flinging himself at Snape, grabbing him and flinging him out towards the dining room table across from him. "You're insane," snapped Snape as Voldemort rose again and stomped across the floor of his room. "You didn't have to! All that was touching!" He slammed a hand on Snape's wrist and Snape's eyelids closed as he fought the urge to pull out his wand.

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He knew that Snape wasn't going to be allowed to run the show once Snape showed himself to be the one who decided to hurt Snape, and he figured it was best to let someone else decide if Snape came back now and Snape was still alive when he was finished with him. The more he thought about it, it appeared to be the logical course of action because once he realized that Voldemort was not coming back for the rest of the war, Snape will be free to go at any time...unless this is what Voldemort wanted. He wasn't sure if Snape had actually intended to bring Voldemort back for the war, but he knew that Snape wouldn't be as crazy as he appeared now.

Snape was on the run, and he could not believe that he had actually killed Voldemort. He had gone to his room at the time, but had not taken anything with him while he was gone. He couldn't believe it either! But who could! It was Ron who had been killed.

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He was lying there, covered in blood. His head was on the table; the table looked like some type of table cloth. He had lost his head! He would never forget his time as a Dark Lord!

'Oh, Ron's been all right, haven't he?' Dumbledore asked.

There was a pause. Dumbledore considered the statement, but answered, 'Yes, for now he will take his mind off his death!'

Hermione stared at the floor in shock, confused. "What's wrong, boy?" asked the Headmaster. 'What happened?'

Albus was silent for a few minutes, and only when he spoke out the word 'death' did his mind begin to race. "He won the war!" Ginny smiled. "Yes." She stepped back and smiled at the girl. "You're right. This will be your last night at Hogwarts."

"Yes, I suppose it shall be," Hermione said quietly.

"What? I never thought you'd let me leave like that." Ginny smiled. "I know I'd enjoy it better in this environment, after all. I love your hair and your eyes and your sense of humor. And the idea of having a magical world to go on with is beautiful. But this is the time."

"I know and you know. That is the greatest pleasure of my life." Hermione leaned forward. "I have the greatest desire to live my childhood again. Not my own, nor your. And to share the warmth, pleasure, and peace that the rest of us enjoy so much."

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"That's the spirit Ginny. I hope you will be a good teacher for her."

Ginny nodded and walked away without a word.

Hermione sat on the floor in Harry's lap. She leaned in, a light kiss on the lips. "If it does not change you won't mind my taking you home as well."

Ginny smiled and turned into a ball. "If what you say isn't right don't let me down and I will stop."

A dark smile broke across Hermione's lips. "I'm sure you will." She giggled before turning to the door.

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Ginny followed immediately, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.

As soon as they left Ginny turned to Harry and smiled again. "So," Ginny said "you and Luna have agreed to join the Order?"

Shaking her head Ginny's eyes quickly brightened revealing she was not smiling at him. "Not yet, if you don't mind." She leaned forward and kissed him again, and again and again. When Harry's mouth found hers Ginny was no longer smiling. "I'm fine, please stop," she said gently.

She didn't speak again until he had taken her hand to his own chest and wrapped his arms around her. A few moments later he was gone from the room.

There was a small pause. "I didn't want-"

For the first time in an uncomfortable while Ginny felt embarrassed.

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But what hurt more than actually being embarrassed was knowing she'd done something so stupid.

And Harry had taken away our safety, our only hope.

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Her mind continued racing as she waited for Harry's return. When he hadn't returned for several days now Harry hadn't been coming to her school.

"Are you okay?" A familiar voice cried between her ears.

Ginny turned her head to see Snape, the only one who had not yet returned. He could see her shaking, her legs trembling under her and her arms around her.

"Miss Granger, are you all right?" The younger Malfoy asked.

As she tried to pull away, Snape stood there, his hand gripping his wand tight. "I will tell you later, do not worry. I promise, I won't tell anyone."

Ginny smiled and moved to sit behind the table, her voice soft as her tears kept falling.

"I didn't mean…" she whispered softly, then let out a frustrated sob.

Snape leaned forward, watching her with a serious expression.

"Your parents were attacked," he replied calmly. "I'll see what we can do to help. They may never know why I took one boy and five witches. There are many more of them. They will never live as normal people again."

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Hermione's tears stopped falling. It had all been so beautiful and peaceful. There was so much to be happy about. She could hardly look at Snape anymore and only saw him, with his wand in hand. The tears just stopped flowing. "I understand. I will do all I can to see that this is all behind us. The world and yourself will be OK."

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His eyes fell onto her feet and she hugged him, taking two step back and looking up into his golden brown eyes. Then his arms wrapped around her as both of his legs bent back into the dirt with Harry. He had felt Hermione before, but it hadn't been like this. She hadn't been afraid, only shocked. There was no fear, but the pain still burned in her heart. She had to be strong for him when she needed him most. Then she heard the heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway and quickly turned her head in fear. Harry was staring at her with such intensity that she felt her arms tighten around him, her chest rising and falling like a machine as she took a deep breath.

"M-Miss Granger?" he whispered. Her eyes began slowly filling with tears. He knew who she was, she had been the worst person he had ever met, but he still wanted to believe it. She was the girl he didn't know the first thing about, she had been such a bad person, he had to trust her now.

"Yes?" she asked finally.

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"I don't know. I've been wanting to ask you for years," he said.

"Ah" she turned towards him. She felt more comfortable when I touched her hair.

He looked over at her, the dark hair fluttering in her eyes as he looked at her over and above her. "I'm Hermione you know."

"Who the hell are you?" he said softly in a hushed whisper.

She looked at him. She shook her head and smiled. "I am a member of the Slytherin house, but I must admit I'm not like most who come to stay. I'm also not terribly close to anybody. This is a place for people like you." Her voice was almost a whisper, but it was firm. "A place that offers you everything. Everyone here is family and friend, and I'm happy for your decision for your own safety, your own success. But I also know it will help you, and I will support you no matter what decision you make." Her hand wrapped around Harry's shoulder like a comforting hand, and she held him in her arms for a few moments. "Just think, Potter."
I just love Hermione

When Ron tried to say yes, Hermione pressed his hand against her chest and told him to relax. She didn't want to hear another word about this, and when he finally managed to break the spell she was not surprised. He was just too exhausted at the thought that they both would be spending the summer talking down to each other. She could not bring herself to leave him, either. She simply felt she did not have much more to offer in comparison to Harry or a Slytherin who could just be so perfect. "I have a lot of things to do, too. Will you both stay for me after dinner if that's okay?" Her tone was kind and gentle now, but was no longer very sweet.

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Harry shook his head and Hermione felt that the way she'd said it just understayed her welcome somewhat. He didn't respond well at first, but his tone finally started to settle down. He tried again to say yes, but Hermione found his words less satisfying. Instead, she told the story of the trip. He was shocked at how little he knew, and so she told him a bit of the history of Hogwarts (not a great deal, she couldn't remember everything, but she knew, as she'd said to him before). With a bit of a pout he said yes, then he took his wand and showed her a scroll of parchment, which said that his first order of business on arriving was to tell everyone that he could barely read magic and he'd be doing extra homework in the meantime for the last term, in case they needed help finding the house-elves for him to find. He showed her the notes for his last test - the Defence Against the Dark Arts. Hermione's eyes went wide and, for a moment, her mind drifted back, but she shook her head and stared at her notes with fresh eyes as the others stared at her, all eyes fixed on her.

"Well," Harry looked at all of them, "that might be the worst thing ever to happen to you. I want to be able to stop you."

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"And to kill you." said one of them.

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Harry smiled at them all and they hugged him, a little nervous and confused, until, eventually, Ron hugged him back.

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"You did it." said Harry. "This time everyone can see how I've always felt so alone - everyone who doesn't have Harry to help them has always been an enemy. Now it's your turn to find and use that friend."