Harry Potter The Final Straw

Harry slowly stood up and allowed himself to be led to the exit. Hermione had tucked herself under his arm so that he could lean on her if he needed to while still looking like two normal teens that were dating.

He knew that she had asked him something but her voice sounded like it was muffled by a wall of water in between them. His body was operating on instinct and allowed Hermione to lead him out of the library.

Just as the two teens turned the corner there were two pops in front of them. "What is wrong with Master Harry?" Dobby said, his voice quavering a bit, as he stepped forward to assist his mistress in getting Harry to some place quiet.

Winky was moving to help but Hermione stilled her with a command. "Wait please Winky. Can you block the portraits from seeing or following us?"

Winky looked a bit surprised at the request but her answer was a positive one. "I will see to it at once Mistress Hermione." with a snap of her fingers all of the portraits in the hall were immobilized, and their picture frames had been draped with a black cloth.

Hermione was impressed with the tiny elf's control of magic, but she had more important things on her mind, so she pushed those thoughts aside for the moment and concentrated on getting Harry to the Room of Requirement so that they could contact Sirius and Remus.

They were a few hallways away from the Room of Requirement when Harry finally felt normal enough to walk on his own. He kept his arm around Hermione and realized that Dobby was walking next to him in case he should stumble. His voice sounded like broken glass as he croaked out "Thank you."

By the time they reached to entrance to the Room he was feeling completely back to normal. They entered a replica of the Gryffindor Common Room and he sat down on the couch and Hermione pulled his head into her lap and began running her hands through his hair in a soothing fashion.

"Mum used to do this for me when I had a nightmare. Are you ready to talk about it yet?" she asked him quietly.

Harry lay there with his head in her lap, enjoying her calming touch as he was going over the whole experience in his head. This was no mere nightmare; of that, he was sure. He was not going to call it a vision either. It was too connected, he was feeling some of Voldemorts' emotions in an eerily similar way to the way he felt Hermione's emotions.

To say that this revelation disturbed Harry would be an understatement. His shock was so great that he didn't realize that Hermione had been talking to him again and was now looking at him in concern.

"What's the matter Harry?" You look worse now than when you first had the vision." Hermione asked while gently stroking his cheek.

"I think that this connection is a bit worse than we thought before." he whispered, trying to ward off the dark feeling of foreboding that was filling him up. "I could feel his emotions and it scares me. What if I'm somehow bonded to him too?" He was close to tears by this time, his fears running rampant through his mind.

Hermione was more than a little shocked by this last revelation. Something did not add up for her though. She was remembering what Harry had mentioned about his scar when he tried to unravel the dark curse that was located there. Tentatively, and in a whisper as low as the one that he had spoken in a moment before, Hermione asked him "Do you think that your scar is acting like a connection to Voldemort somehow?"

Harry unconsciously reached up and ran a finger down his scar, tracing its contours, while he was lost in thought. Hermione had a novel idea about his scar and he was afraid that, as usual, she was spot on in her assessment.

The desperation was clear in his voice when he answered her. "Yes, I do. It is similar to our bond in ways but I think it revolves on my scar because when I get close to unraveling it there is a strong pulling sensation there before it snaps back into place. It's like there is something holding there. It feels like it's getting stronger too." Harry finished in a voice that was very worried. "What do you think that it all means?" he asked her in desperation.

"I don't know Harry but I'll do everything that I can to figure this out. I'm sure that Remus and Sirius will help too. Perhaps we should call them now?" Hermione's voice was firm in her conviction to help Harry face this new situation.

Hermione pulled out her mirror and handed it to Harry so he could make the call.

Taking a deep breath to steel himself, with the help of Hermione's feelings of support pouring through their bond, Harry called out "Sirius Black."

After a few tense seconds, the mirror activated to show the teens the smiling visage of Sirius. "Harry! What can we do for you?" After seeing the look on their faces, he quickly asked, "Are you okay?" his voice laced with concern.

"I had another vision or something from Voldemort a little while ago." Harry said solemnly. "Only this time I was seeing things from his point of view. I was him. I could feel his emotions while he was torturing Wormtail. Is this normal?" his voice barely above a whisper as he clung tightly to Hermione's hand, feeling unclean after being in Voldemorts' mind.

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