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Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Harry? Her heart reaching out to the raven-haired boy, Hermione was about to go after him when she caught wind of a different voice, familiar though uncertain. Wild, caramel brown curls fell about her shoulders, framing the graceful curve of her jawline, she decided that itd probably be best to leave Harry alone at least for now. He needs time, and shell give it to him theyll both give it to him. Professor Dumbledore and Ron went into the small, rickety shed just a stones throw away, which only made things stranger. What could Ron possibly have to talk about that he needs privacy? Intrigued and curious despite herself, Hermione moved in closer, about to reach out and open the door when she heard the first words. It cut through the silence like a Cruciatus Curse, or worse, Avada Kedavra. You promised I would have her by now! Hermione flinched, only for suspicion to set in seconds later. Its not fair. That prissy mudblood bitch should be grovelling at my feet right now, sucking my cock. Disgusted now, Hermione listened into the conversation pieces finally falling into place. It all makes sense. From the very beginning, Professor Dumbledore orchestrated Harrys life, all their lives. It cant be just a coincidence that so many years ago, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named went after Harry, killing his parents that fateful night. He meant for Harry to die, though? Why? For fame? Fortune? Hermione can understand the reasons, but that doesnt mean she condones it, by any means. Nearly frozen in place, the girl forced her feet to move. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen, waving her wand and having a whisk stir pancake batter. More than likely, Mr. Weasley is getting ready for a day at the Ministry, and as for everyone else well, she can only guess. Hermione didnt waste any time considering it, though. A storm of emotions going off in her chest, the girl ran up the several flights of stairs, bursting through the door with a great big gasp. H-Harry! Hermione cried out, eyes wide and features flushed. Y-You have You have to hear this! Shaken, Hermione hurried and closed the door behind her. Ron and Professor Dumbledore planned everything! Hermione began with. Once shed taken a seat on his bed, she relayed the conversation she just overheard, leaving nothing out.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Harry was relieved to be home. Well, not his real home, but it was more of a home than the Dursley's house would ever be. Climbing the many stairs to Ronald Weasley's bedroom, Harry slipped into the bathroom and took a well deserved shower. It felt good, having the hot water run down his naked body, stinging the many bruises he had accumulated throughout his summer holidays. After a nice ten minutes, Harry left the shower with a towel around his waist, ready to get dressed. Three steps into the bedroom and the door slammed open, revealing a flushed faced Hermione. He had no time to assess the importance of the situation, instead slipping in shock, the towel floating away from his body as he hit the ground. Naked body on full display, the Boy Who Lived went a deep red, quickly covering his body with the towel beside him. Mione! He said, aghast at what he had done in front of his female friend. What are you doing?! He asked, standing up and grabbing some clothes from his trunk. Retreating into the bathroom once again, the boy quickly put some clothes on and returned to Hermione. Now... What was so important that you had to get me starkers? He asked, an annoyed tone in his voice. He always had time for Hermione, but getting embarrassed was not a fun side effect. -- The boy's shock and disgust was obvious on his face as Hermione confided in what she heard. If anyone else had said this, Harry would have slapped them silly. But Hermione would never lie about something like this. What.. What do we do? We can't use magic.. Maybe we can find wands at Knockturn Alley? He suggested nervously, obviously out of his element.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

In an effort to move past that rather awkward situation -which will remain fresh in her memory for quite some time-, Hermione swallowed past the lump in her throat. First, we wait, she decided right then and there. Youre right, we cant use magic. Not right now, anyway. In a few days, well be heading to Diagon Alley, Hermione went on, already forming a plan. Its easy to get separated, what with everyone looking to buy school supplies. We slip away the first opportunity we get, and buy everything we need. Deep in thought, Hermione let her gaze fall away from him, focusing on nothing in particular. I cast an Extension Charm on my bag years ago, so we dont have to worry about anything weighing us down. I would say in the meantime, start gathering your clothes together. Dont draw attention onto yourself! Hermione emphasized, dark brown eyes flashing up and zeroing in on him. If Ron suspects anything, he might go to Professor Dumbledore, and we will never get our chance. We will stop by Gringotts, too, so that we can take everything out. Are they really going to do this? What if they are caught before they can even try? Hermione drew in a deep breath, trying to keep calm. Most importantly, dont say a word. Ron needs to think that you are still his best friend, she told Harry, reaching out and placing a hand over his. I know itll be hard. We have to, though, else youll die, Harry.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Taking a deep breath, Harry nodded at Hermione's instructions. It.. shouldn't be too hard. he struggled to say. School starts in a few weeks, so packing will seem natural. Harry said to himself out loud. After a moment, he nodded, looking up at his friend. Thanks for telling me all this, I'm lucky to have you as a friend, Hermione. The boy wizard said softly, standing and pulling her into a hug. He held it for a moment before releasing, a small smile on his face. Hermione's hugs were the best - comforting without the threat of bones breaking, unlike Mrs. Weasley's hugs. Now, you better get out of here before Ron or Ginny catches you. Harry instructed, gesturing to the door. -- The next few days turned out to be the hardest of his life. He would take fighting the spiders in the Forbidden Forest over pretending to be Ron's friend any day of the week. And he would sooner look into the eyes of a Basilisk before he would ever happily look into Ginny's lust-filled eyes ever again. There were many close calls, including chocolates offered to him by his former love, which Harry promptly offered to Ron. It would be a shame that he would miss the sight of Ronald's hormone-fuelled mind chasing after his little sister. -- Finally, it was the day of heading to Diagon Alley. The large group of Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione used a rubber duck portkey to appear in the Leaky Cauldron alleyway, an experience causing him to feel nauseous. Spewing all over the nearby wall, Harry coughed a bit and spat on the ground. Disgusting... sorry folks. Harry forced a chuckle. Could I meet you guys in Diagon Alley? Perhaps by Flourish and Blotts? I need a bit of time to make myself look decent. He smiled a little. Hermione could stay so I don't get hurt. He suggested, before Mrs. Weasley could object. That sounds perfect! Mr. Weasley immediately replied, beaming at what seemed to be his favourite boy, despite the absence of red hair. We'll see you inside. Weasleys! Let's go! Arthur announced, leading his family inside, and leaving Harry and Hermione behind.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

It shouldnt, Hermione had to agree, even with the knot of worry in her throat. A slight frown pulling at her lips, the girl continued on, Ron might think youre starting a bit early, but you can just say I convinced you to pack early, or say I wouldnt leave you alone about it. Hermione had to laugh softly under her breath, because, under different circumstances that would certainly be true. Dark brown eyes lifted, having heard his gratitude. A sheepish smile began to replace the frown. Im lucky to have you as a friend, too, Hermione replied, returning the hug. It was warm, and helped ease the nervous butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Harrys hugs always were the best. Mrs. Weasleys are nice, but she has to worry about bruised ribs or broken bones afterwards. I will see you later? Hermione gave a small wave before rushing out the door. -- The next few days were an absolute nightmare. Exams, Hermione can handle, even Professor Snape at his nastiest. Having to face Ron with a smile on her face, pretending as if everything is alright? No. It didnt help that every so often, shed see lust fill his eyes greed make itself known in a cynical smile. It sent a chill down her spine every time she saw it. Hermione would make some sort of excuse to leave the room, but that would be too suspicious especially if she did it often. And so she endured. If it wasnt for Harry, she might have gone mad. -- Finally. Today is the day. Hermione can hardly wait. The sky a dark, murky grey, thunderclouds rolling in over the horizon, set her mood perfectly. It might work in their favor, though. Having used a Portkey, Hermiones stomach churned after unceremoniously dumping them all into the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron, breakfast threatening to come back up. I-I need a moment myself, she told the Weasleys, looking a little pale. Dont worry, we will be by Flourish and Blotts in just a little while, I promise. It is a lie, of course, but they dont know that. Hermione watched through a veil of curly brown as Arthur Weasley led his family into Diagon Alley leaving them to their mission. Alright, she spoke up once they were gone. Are you feeling any better, Harry? Hermione turned to him, worry obvious in her eyes and in her voice. We need to get moving as quickly as possible.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Harry nodded with a small laugh. If it were any other circumstances, I would be in Diagon Alley right now, regardless of what just happened. He admitted. I'm fine, let's go. He told her, spitting one more time to get the nasty taste out of his mouth, before they left for Diagon Alley. Okay, so... Gringotts first, then Knockturn Alley. We'll have a look around for a tent and wands, but what else do we need? He looked over at Hermione for advice, as she was the one Harry always turned to. Can't believe I'm saying this, but we'll need lots of books. He laughed again, thinking about how he was channeling his inner Hermione. Stuff on spells, both good and dark. We need every advantage we can get if we're to beat Voldemort. We also need the dark books because I'm convinced that there's something Voldemort is using to keep himself alive. But nothing I read actually helps. He was rambling, the nerves getting the better of him. Walking with Hermione into Diagon Alley, it was definitely different to the previous year. While it used to be full of happy customers, it now seemed a lot more moody and depressing, wanted posters spread everywhere seeking names like Bellatrix LeStrange and Lucius Malfoy. Just seeing Bellatrix's face, smirking at him in that moving picture made Harry's blood boil, but he had to calm himself. Looking at a much better sight, Harry began speaking to Hermione once again. Where are we going to go? We have the tent so we can camp out, but I don't exactly know the ideal camping spots. After all, while the Dursleys went camping, I was mostly locked in my cupboa... I mean room. He quickly corrected himself. He did not need the added drama of Hermione knowing what his initial childhood was like.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Hermione offered a weak smile, only to laugh softly under her breath moments later. Well, Im glad that youre alright, she told him. In Diagon Alley, witches and wizards walked together in groups of two and three, not a smile in sight. It was stifling, this heavy depression. There was no laughter, no excitement only a suspicion that can be seen in the eyes of everyone they come across. The Ministry put up wanted posters on nearly every building, Bellatrix LeStrange and Lucius Malfoy looking out in shades of black and white. Hermione glared at a nearby poster, the fingers of one hand curling into a fist. Yes, she replied with a quick shake of her head. Gringotts first, then Knockturn Alley. Do you have your key? came her next question, the girl reaching into her pocket to touch cold metal. It is reassuring, in a way. It is a way out, a means to help them escape from not only Ron and his lustful manipulation of their lives, but Professor Dumbledore as well. We will need to get Muggle money, just in case, Hermione told him. At hearing his next words, a pleased smile curved her lips, light pink dusting across her nose and over her cheeks. Do you not realize just who you are talking to? Her hip bumped his playfully. I already have all the books we can possibly need. Most have to deal with spells, both good and dark, but there are a handful delving into forbidden spells. Dont worry, I already have that covered. More than a little pleased with herself, Hermione pressed a little closer to him as a group of witches passed by, nearly knocking her over in a hurry to reach their destination. Their hands brushed for just a fraction of a second. Hermione heard the stumble, but decided against pointing it out. My parents and I went camping quite often, she shared. I remember most, if not all, the places we have visited so I thought itll be best if we hop from one place to another. Oh, and were heading to Gringotts, remember? A hand gestured to the grand white building blocking the alley from continuing on. As for what else we will need I will have to say food, though only things that will last. Hermione stole a glance, shoulders stiffening as they approached Flourish and Blotts. Do you think Ron is keeping an eye out for us? she asked in a low whisper. Or Mrs. Weasley, maybe? Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat, trying not to let panic flutter about and take control. That is the last thing they need right now.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Harry smiled softly as she reminded him who he was talking to. Yes. I thought I was talking to Hermione Granger, brightest witch of age, a woman who was nice and pure and would never even touch a book about dark magics. Harry said with a grin, playfully bumping her. As a group of witches approached, Harry wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close so they did not get lost in the sea of people. It was a reflex action, not wanting to lose his last life-line to his normal life. Leading Hermione into Gringotts, Harry walked to the front desk. Why, hello Griphook! Harry said with a smile. The goblin seemed surprised that he was recognised. Ah! Mr. Potter sir, how may I help you today? He asked, a smile tugging at his wrinkled lips as well. A smile seemed unnatural on a goblin, although that could be because they never had reason to smile. I'm here to make a withdrawal, and convert some of my Galleons to Muggle Money. Harry requested. With a small nod, the three were on their way. A long trip later, the pair now possessed another bottomless bag with most of Harry's money in it, and a muggle wallet equivalent for their muggle money. That took a while... And I don't think the goblins were particularly happy about all that gold disappearing from their vaults. Harry chuckled. Knowing that Knockturn Alley was a dangerous place, he kept Hermione close to him, his wand in his pocket on the off chance that they were attacked. Okay... Keep an eye out for a wand shop. He instructed his female friend.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Oh, please! With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Hermione met his gaze. Mirth danced in dark brown, persuading a cheeky grin to come forth. Did you forget about how I was the one who brewed the Polyjuice Potion in Moaning Myrtles bathroom? Besides, its for the sake of research, she added, flushing a darker pink. A jolt of surprise went down her spine when Harry wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close so that they didnt get separated in the sea of people. It was nothing out of the ordinary, really yet, she couldnt help but steal a glance over his way. Emptying both their vaults, not to mention converting Galleons to Muggle Money, took longer than they both expected. Hermione stepped back out into the alley, a heavy raindrop falling onto the tip of her nose right then. Her nose wrinkled, which resulted in a rather cute, though uncharacteristic expression. I dont think so, either, she replied, moving to follow him. Knockturn Alley is the darker, more sinister side of Diagon Alley. That being said, the most unusual things can be found in the shops and the most deadly, if that is what anyone is looking for. Hermione had to admit, she was a little surprised that Harry was keeping her so close but, she felt safe. I will. The first shop they walked past was full of owls, cats and the like, most, if not all, black. Yellow eyes focused on the students, all eerily intent on the boy and girl. Hermione stole a glance off to her left, only to find a bookstore of sorts. Further down was an apothecary, and right next to it was- There! Hermione declared, pointing it out to her male friend and self-appointed bodyguard. It is right next to the Apothecary. The door was painted bloody red, the windows covered in dirt. The only indication that it was, indeed, a wand shop was a small sign off to the side, with a wand scratched into the wood. Grabbing Harrys hand, Hermione led the way, weaving through the few people lingering on the street.
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Both wands had their own beauty to them, and the fact that Hermione followed his way of choosing ingredients made him grin. Hissing softly as the gauze touched his cut palm, he watched in great interest as the wand was created. While she was distracted with the wand, Harry found out the expensive price for the two wands, and quickly paid, laying out the many galleons on the desk. How much, sir? He heard Hermione ask. It's time to go Hermione. Harry smiled at her, making his blood disappear from the gauze with a spell from his new wand, and then handing it to Hermione for her own palm. I already paid. He added, before she would object to them needing to pay the man. Thank you, Waldo. Harry added as they began to leave. Noticing something on a shelf nearby, Harry grabbed four of whatever it was, and quickly paid for them. Handing two to his female friend, she would soon realise they were wand holsters. I heard Moody mention them a few times. Harry explained as they left. You put them on a wrist or ankle and rest your wand in it. They're charmed to be invisible, and resistant to forms of magic where the holster or the wand itself can be taken. The holsters were also dragon scale, and changed colour in the light, depending on how they were held. Wrapping them to his wrists, Harry slid his new wand in his right holster and his old wand in the left. The moment the wood entered the material, it disappeared. To test it out, Harry flicked both wrists, and the wands slid into his hands. Nice. He mumbled, sliding them back in. Now.. we need a magical tent. Anything else of importance, other than food?
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Time to go? Hermione repeated, taken by surprise. The cut was not too difficult to deal with, even with her attention elsewhere. Her eyes widened slightly, only to narrow once she processed the words and their meaning. No, she was quick to deny. I was going to pay for my own wand, Harry. I appreciate the chivalry, or whatever you want to call it, but- Quickly cut off, she nearly dropped his newest purchases only to realize that they were holsters. Ive heard of these. Fascinated despite herself, Hermione put two on either wrist, and slipped both wands in. The moment the wood and scales entered the material, both disappeared. Flicking her wrists brought the wands back into her hands. Hermione had to admit, though, she was still amazed. Very nice, she agreed, flashing a smile. Im glad you noticed these on the shelf. I would have walked right past them without a second glance, Hermione continued on, lifting a hand to brush a wave of curls behind her ear. Alright, what next? she wondered, frowning. Her eyes swept over the nearest shops, flicking from person to person. No, Hermione murmured under her breath. We have already withdrawn everything from our vaults. We have wands the Ministry cant trace, and I have medical herbs in case either one of us gets seriously hurt or sick. All we need now is a tent, and food. At least, as far as she knows. Hermione has tried to take everything into consideration, but she never has had to think about running away from everything she knows and loves. Can you think of anything? she asked in a conspiratorial whisper, rubbing her thumb over the new wand. Besides the tent, that is?
Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Laughing as the new toy distracted her, Harry was happy with his purchase. No, I couldn't think of anything, that's why I asked. Harry replied cheekily. Walking back into Diagon Alley, he noticed a shack called Camping Classics. Reminding him of the Shrieking Shack, Harry supposed that it used an enlarging charm for the inside. C'mon He said, leading her to the building. At the last moment, the boy wizard noticed the familiar red hair and quickly pushed Hermione up the stairs, a hand cupping and pushing on her ass. Quick, Ron's looking this way. Thankfully it was busy, so there was a good chance they weren't seen, but they had to be quick. It was only once they were inside that Harry realised what he had done. Blushing lightly, he didn't say anything, hoping that she didn't notice. The shackbuilding was amazing, the size of the Great Hall with tents set up all over. A nearby sign said Try Before You Buy , meaning they could enter as many tents as they liked. Every tent was different, with various changes from beds to furniture. One that Harry particularly liked was a muggle tent which had many muggle appliances yet still could be operated with magic, even so far as to include a TV. It would be especially useful for keeping up with Muggle news, and it even had a bookshelf for all of Hermione's things. Let's get this one. He said, waiting for Hermione to agree, not noticing that there was just a double bed available.