She had deliberately sat in the lower seating, so it only took him a minute to climb up and join her.
“I take it you had fun?” She grinned.
He grinned back at her, his face lit with joy and happiness so much that it nearly took her breath away.
“That was wicked!” He crowed, still breathless. “You have to try it, Hermione!”
“No thank you. You may enjoy being a daredevil speed demon up above the clouds, but I will keep my feed firmly on the ground and my wand at the ready in case I need to catch you.” She teased. “It’s good to see you so happy, Harry.”
“It’s nice to be happy again, if only for a moment.” He replied quietly, scooting closer so that she could loop her arm in his and rest her head on his shoulder. “Two years. I lost two years of spending time with my dad because of a manipulative old bastard.” His voice and eyes hardened. “Dumbledore has a lot to answer for. I will never forgive him for that – or for Sirius.”
“Easy, Harry.” She warned. “We don’t know the full story yet.” Pulling an envelope from her pocket, she showed it to him. “The letter’s blank.”
Harry stared at the parchment, which only read, “State the your intentions.”
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” He laughed, tapping the parchment with his wand.
“Clever. I wonder how they put a password on a letter? Could it be done with other things, d’ya think?”
Dear Harry and Hermione,
The boys are back! Reunited, and it feels so good! Reunited…
The teens snickered.
I meant to speak to you before I left, Harry, but it wasn’t feasible. We have retreated to a safe house that no one would think of willingly, and will see you both after term ends.
Yes, both of you. It appears I was more right than I realized when I said that you remind me of Lily. But I will let your mother explain all of that.
Hermione frowned. “How does he know my mother?”
Two more days, Harry. I have a feeling that you’ll appreciate this all more when we see you again.
Siriusly. Be patient.
Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs
“Well!” Hermione sat back with a sigh. “What does it all mean?”
“It means that my dad and uncle have some scheme cooking. We just have to wait and watch the show.” Harry laughed, determined to focus on the good news rather than the deep anger he still felt about Sirius’s condition. “I’ll be okay, Hermione. I don’t like it, but I can handle going back to the Dursleys for one day.”
She nodded, snuggling closer to him for warmth. They sat in silence and watched their Housemates play with his Firebolt, until they all got hungry enough to call it off for lunch.
Harry was lagging a bit beyond, in no particular hurry, when he spotted a familiar pale blonde turn the corner in front of him. Quickly handing his broom off to Hermione, he motioned for her to go on without him. “Guard that with your life.” He said sternly. “There’s something I have to do really quick. I won’t be more than a few minutes.”