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Harry Potter and the Lions Of Gryffindor by madscientist
Chapter 18 : Happy Holidays Part 1
Rating: Mature
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Chapter 18 Happy Holidays part I.

***************Somewhere**************************

December 21, 2005

In a dimly lit room somewhere in Europe, a hooded figure sat. The figure was dressed all in black with a hood drawn forward over his features, however a red glow came from deep within. The room itself fit the figure; the only light was from a fireplace in the corner of the room and a pair of small oil lamps along the walls. The person, if it was one, seemingly spoke to the air. "Wormtail, are the preparations ready?"

And with that statement, a rat that had been scurrying along the baseboards stopped, looked at the man and...slowly transformed. Doubling, tripling, quadrupling in size and slowly changing to the shape of a short, stooped man. "Yes, Sire," the man/rat answered. "Dumbledore has pulled his champions in to the so-called protection of the school. All are out of the way for our strike."

"Good," Voldemort replied in a hiss. "With Arthur Weasley, and Potter, along with the rest all combined at Hogwarts, few will remain to guard the Ministry itself. Potter and his friends may have defied me before, but there are other secrets to be had there. Secrets which even that old fool does not know about his precious school."

*****************************Hogwarts***********************************

Harry was sleeping. Ever since his mastering of Occlumency, the shared visions from Voldemort that once plagued him were no more, and while nightmares were not uncommon, tonight this was neither. A pure spike of emotion from his foe snapped through his mind, and his infamous scar suddenly burned with a white-hot flame. Harry snapped awake with a screamed "NO!" Sitting up and cradling his head in his hands, he heard the sound of bare feet running, and a second later Hermione dashed into the room.

"Is it?" She whispered, a touch of something coloring her voice.

"Yeah the scar hurts." Harry muttered, annoyed.

"But no thoughts got though?" She inquired worriedly. Hermione bit her lip nervously, as she stood waiting for his response.

"No, but I can tell the fucker is happy about something. I'll tell Dumbledore in the morning." Harry reassured her, with a grimace.

Pensively Hermione met his eyes, she asked softly, "Harry, can I stay?" as she sat down beside him on the bed.

"Please" He replied. Since they were after all, Head Boy and Girl they at least pretended to obey school rules, and for the most part they at least started the night apart. However tonight, as with many nights, they ended up together before the night was through. Most of the time the intent was not even carnal, though it often ended that way, but that they needed the physical contact to hold the nightmares at bay. This, on occasion, had ended up with a reprimand or two, the most famous of which had been a thirty minute spleen venting session by McGonagall, after she came to get Hermione's help with a first year female student, that was homesick one night, and found Harry holding Hermione in her room. But even then McGonagall had only about half her heart in it, and she later apologized after the safehouse raid. By then the war had given everyone enough nightmares.