Guys, PoA was the best one, in my opinion.
COME HE’S AWESOME!
Alfonso Cuaron is amazing
Hair porn, scenery porn, Harmony….
What more could we ask for?
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AnonymousThank you! But it really depends on the fic and I don’t care where it is from. If you can show me some more great fic from FF.net I will post it. Portkey has stricker policy so the ones uploaded there are better written most of the time. No offense there are great fanfictions on FF.net but also a lot rubbish too.
“I told you I’m fine,” Harry said, some annoyance lacing his tone. Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked down at him, cocking one eyebrow in an “oh, really?” kind of way. He read her look perfectly, as she’d intended him to, and glared at her mutinously. He knocked the crisp, white standard-issue infirmary bedsheet off of his legs, and swung them over the side of the bed.
The room spun crazily around him, first in one direction, then the other, slanting in at an odd angle and then slowly coming to a halt. His stomach lurched, and his hand unwillingly grasped for a bedrail.
“Harry, I had to levitate you in here,” she said, softly, her tone a gentle plea.
“I could have made it,” he insisted. Hermione smiled at him as if he were a small child that needed to be humored. His skin was pasty white, and his eyes were sunken into his head, with deep circles under them. “Don’t look at me like that!” he snapped, glowering at her. She looked a little startled at his sudden outburst.
“I don’t need sympathy, Hermione,” he said, his voice biting at her angrily. “I don’t need you to coddle me, and I don’t need you to patronize me. You think - you think…” he trailed off, and gestured at himself with one trembling hand. “You think I don’t realize what this is doing to me? You think I - I don’t know that I’m probably going to die? The - the horcruxes - he’s killing me, now…a little at a time. Maybe he won’t have to face me at all.”
Hermione’s face had crumpled a little, and she put one hand over her mouth to stifle any wayward sound of protest or despair that might emerge.
***
He sat at the adjacent desk, which was empty, and grabbed the open book from where it lay. He began to flip the pages listlessly, wondering at his own discontent.
Where are they? Why aren’t they here…helping? He found himself thinking petulantly, before he caught himself. They could be down in the library. And even if they’re not, wasn’t I just telling Hermione that she needed to do normal things. He sighed gustily, annoyed with his hypocrisy. And yet he could not quell the sense of rejection, of unease, of abandonment that pervaded him at that moment. He was alone, and they were somewhere…perhaps together. You don’t even know that much. But somehow he knew they were.
And maybe that was his biggest fear. Not the deaths of his friends in and of themselves, but the fact that they might die, he might live, and he might be condemned to live long years without the close companionship that he had come to rely on. He tried to imagine life without Ron…without Hermione…and he could only see a vast emptiness, a shell of a life, without any real substance.
And if they end up married? A snide inner voice said. They’ll be alive, but you’ll still be alone. Maybe you’re destined to always be alone just like you always have been. No parents, no godfather, no mentor…no Hermione…Alone, just like Lord Voldemort…
“NO!” Harry shouted at the empty room, slamming the book shut. A cloud of dust wafted up, and the motes were caught in the lamplight. His heart was pounding rapidly. He wasn’t sure where that voice had come from…had it been his? Or had the thoughts insinuated themselves inside his head from somewhere else…someone else?
What if you’re more like him than you realize? You’re rich, famous, magically powerful… if you defeat him, who could stand against you? You could do anything you wanted, have anyone you wanted…
Hermione flashed briefly in his mind, and he recoiled from the desk in shock, as if he could somehow remove himself from his own thoughts.
The trio hunts down the horcruxes as Dumbledore instructed but with every horcrux destroyed Harry gets sicker. Not knowing what to do they continue their quest until they finally destroy Voldemort but not without consequences. The joy and relief of surviving the war is tinted by the strange events occuring around Harry.
| CARDINAL CURSES | - BBRuth
“That’s totally ridiculous! Hermione would never do that!”
He was screaming at no one in particular, a look of disbelief on his face. How could anyone come to that conclusion?
“I know, Harry. We don’t believe it either but the evidence is overwhelming,” Ginny tried to clarify. “Her wand revealed everything and she’s not exactly doing much to clear her name.”
“What do you mean? What is she saying about what happened?”
“That’s just it. Nothing. She’s not cooperating with the investigation. She’s not even denying that she did it.”
Harry was really confused. “Has anyone tried to reason with her?”
“We’ve all tried. But she doesn’t want to talk to any of us. I tried and she wouldn’t even look at me. It also makes matters worse that no one has actually seen her for the last four months outside of work. Aside from Ron, that is. The last few months one would think they were back together. They were spending so much time together.”
Harry hesitated, “Ron and Hermione aren’t married?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Hermione broke up with him around the time you left, you know, during one of those times he was going to propose. He did not really have a chance to be sore about it because everyone was kind of busy mourning your leaving. He eventually agreed with her that it was all for the best. They are much better off just friends, really.”
Harry’s heart sank. He remembered that night as if it was yesterday. How could he have assumed she had said yes? Would it have changed anything had he not come to spy on them that night and waited for news the following day? Would he have pursued a relationship with her had he known she had broken up with Ron? Would he have left? Maybe, Ron wouldn’t be in St Mungo’s, Hermione wouldn’t be in trouble and he would be happier. Maybe.
Harry loves Hermione , Hermione loves Harry but there is one problem she is with Ron. When Ron proposes Hermione Harry leaves the country. Years after a dream forces him to return and finds Hermione charged with murder and Ron in St. Mungo. Harry is ready to do anyting to help her, but does she want it to?
| VOX CORPIS | - MissAnnThropic
After a good hour staring at the black ceiling Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. To devil with the rules, she had to see if Harry was doing okay. She wouldn’t rest until she knew he was still safe, still breathing, still alive to hurt.
Without a sound, Hermione slipped out of bed in her nightgown, grabbed her wand out of habit, and left the room. She crept into the common room, up the boys’ stairwell, and with agonizing slowness eased open the door to Ron and Harry’s room.
She stood frozen a moment to try and make out the room. When the moonlight stood out from night shadows enough for Hermione to see she tiptoed inside and closed the door. She could hear Ron closest to her, snoring. She was instantly disgusted that he was sleeping, when Harry might need something, but Hermione quickly forgot her anger as she moved silently to Harry’s bed.
She could see his shape huddled under the mountain of blankets, and at first she couldn’t tell if he was sleeping or not. Tentatively, she reached out and tracked her hand up the fluff of quilts, questing toward Harry’s head. She stopped shy and leaned in, trying to catch sight of his eyes to determine if they were open or closed.
Her answer came by sound. He hiccupped, like a muffled sob, and Hermione’s heart bled. He was so wounded and alone. Even though Harry always did stand alone, he usually seemed strong doing it. Not now. Now he seemed lost.
With Gryffindor courage, and careful not to wake Ron, Hermione pulled back the amassed covers enough to slip into the warm cocoon with Harry. She could feel him shaking in the faint vibrations in the mattress before she’d even touched his body. She couldn’t tell if he knew she’d joined him in bed or not. She had to think he knew she was there, but he could have been too disoriented to notice. Hermione knew the textbook profile of the Cruciatus, she could say what he would feel, but to see him feel it was so different from anything she’d read.
***
Harry’s face, so far tucked innocuously in the crook of her neck, turned into her skin. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his lips press lightly, lingeringly, against her throat. He kissed her! And then he did it again, tasting, testing kisses on her neck, under the veil of her hair.
Hermione shivered again. Hot senselessness swept over her. She became oddly devoted to sensation, and her mind wasn’t doing most of its usual supervising. Unbidden, she leaned her head back to give him better access. Harry took it, kissed her throat and below her ear, and all the while his hands were moving.
Hermione trembled wildly as Harry leaned forward, toward her, just barely rolling her until he was looming over her, continuing to kiss her neck. She didn’t know what had happened, how her concern for Harry had turned into this, but a part of her was screaming that it didn’t bloody matter how. Her heart was racing, whether out of terror or elation she couldn’t decide.
Harry leaned over her, pressed against her. Hermione whimpered involuntarily at the touch. She fought for just one good breath. She didn’t really notice the way her hands, each of them having developed a life of its own, were curled around Harry’s shoulders.
Harry’s breath was ragged and heavy against her skin as his lips parted to kiss her. Only then did she realize, with a shock of clarity, what this was. She wouldn’t know, she was a teenager, never one fancied by the boys, she had no experience to tell her, but even she knew what his kisses were. What it meant. Where it meant they were both headed.
Hermione discovered in that terrifying, jarring moment, that she wanted it to happen
Following the events of the Goblet of Fire, Hermione does everything to comfort Harry, she even invites him to spends the summer with the Grangers. They decide to became an animagus, as they progress toward the goal they became closer then ever.
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| SHADOW WALKS | - Lorien829
She was not surprised. It happened once every two or three months, and always made him withdrawn and despondent. For a moment, she was almost sorry that she had driven him to this point with her earlier comment, especially since it was so close to… to the time where he and Ron always struggled the most - the anniversary. It would be worse this year, she knew. She wafted one hand toward him, indicating that he sit, and she did the same, regarding him quietly as he dished up the casserole, first on her plate, then on his.
“Luna, have you - ”
“Harry, don’t do this,” she interrupted, looking at him so earnestly that she almost didn’t look like the vague Luna he’d come to know and love.
“I was just going to ask if - ” he tried again, not angrily, but mechanically.
“I know what you were going to ask.” He always did, when he got in these moods, these dark, despairing moods that made her want to send him out to join Ron at the pub. She had actually done it a couple of times, but while being drunk generally made Ron stupid and surly, it seemed to make Harry’s memory’s clearer and sharper and more painfully ingrained into his soul. “You know there’s no point in asking. Nothing has changed.”
“They haven’t found anything?” His voice cracked in its hopeful lilt, and he sounded much younger than almost twenty-three.
“Harry, they - ” she stopped, taking a bite of her food so she wouldn’t have to finish her sentence, wouldn’t have to say these things that would hurt him.
“They aren’t looking anymore, are they?” He asked dully, knowing her answer before she spoke.
“No, Harry,” her voice was so gentle that it was barely audible. “They’re not.” He did not reply immediately, but took a sip of the wine, his eyes so vague and faraway that she knew he was seeing a patch of scorched grass that was dim and dark in spite of summer sunshine.
What do you mean she’s gone?
“Harry, it’s been almost five years,” she said, feeling an overwhelming urge to defend her department. Unspeakables frequently dealt with things that the rest of the Wizarding world considered daft or impossible, and the disappearance had been shunted to them after six months of fruitless searching. Everyone else had accepted her death long ago, except for Harry and Ron, and so by extension, herself. Now, even the most guarded department in the Ministry was considering the case closed.
“I know how long it’s been,” Harry said quietly, and Luna felt properly chastised, though there was no real reprimand in his voice. “I could tell you how many days, how many hours, since the last time I saw her…” Which had been only a few hours after the last time he’d touched her, when they’d said a tender, tentative good-bye inside Hogwarts’ front hall, when he’d felt her kiss, feather-light on his cheek, when he’d seen the shine of promises lurking in her dark eyes and felt a hope begin to unfurl inside of him…Maybe…when this is all over…
And then the battle had been joined. The hope had died soon after, at the sight of the scorched earth, Remus Lupin hovering helplessly above it, looking at Harry with sad, regretful eyes. He knew that he had just won the greatest victory of his life, he had triumphed over his destiny, he had saved the lives of every man, woman, and child in the wizarding world…and it meant nothing.
Nothing.
What do you mean she’s gone?
In the five years since the Final Battle, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley have struggled to cope with the mysterious disappearance and apparent death of Hermione Granger. Ron has found solace in drink and Harry in work, while Luna Lovegood strives desperately to hold their fragile family together. All is not as it seems, and there are deeper, darker schemes at work than Harry yet realizes. To what lengths would Harry go to get Hermione back for good?
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| TEACHER’S PET | - Amynoelle and Heaven
Hermione couldn’t look away from him. “I guess this is good night then.”
“Doesn’t have to be,” Harry said stepping closer. “Not if we don’t want it to be.”
Her heart beat faster. “I don’t want it to be.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.
Hermione responded immediately to the kiss. At first she wasn’t sure if it was her or the wine, but she dismissed that thought.
Harry put his arms around her and pulled her closer.
A purring noise came from deep within her throat as their bodies pressed against each other.
“If you want,” Harry said, his mouth brushing her ear. “My place is only a few blocks from here.”
“I definitely want,” Hermione murmured.
Harry kissed her again. “Follow me…”
***
“Get a good look at the people around you. They will be your friends, your partners, your sounding boards for the next three years. As you know, we have thirty new recruits this year. We’ve broken you down into groups of ten. Each of you will have two main instructors. I will be teaching one half of your curriculum.”
“Who will be teaching the other half?” Hermione asked.
At that moment the door opened and Lupin smiled. “Just on time. Class… this will be your other instructor. Harry Potter.”
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Hermione looked up to see the man she’d spent all of last night with shake hands with Remus Lupin.
Her face flamed a bright red and she sank down in her seat.
Lupin slapped Harry on the back. “Lots of friendly faces here, eh Harry? Nine of your students were at Hogwarts with you. We have another that comes to us from Beauxbatons—-“
Harry nodded and looked over the crowd, his eyes meeting a pair of familiar brown ones.
After what both Harry Potter and Hermione Granger assume is only a one night stand, they are shocked to see each other at Auror Training- him as the instructor and her as the student. They decide to put what happened behind them and move forward, but will they be able to do that? Lavender Brown also struggles to show that she’s not just a pretty face- but when Charlie Weasley shows up, will that put a stop to her plans? Ron Weasley deals with his long distance relationship with Luna Lovegood and pursuing a career path he’s not sure will make him happy. Can everyone find a way to be happy, both in their personal and professional lives?
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|LOVE LOST, LOVE FOUND | - Harrys Mistress
“I remember how much I loved the sound of the waves crashing below…the sound always put me to sleep…made me feel at peace, even if it was for one tiny moment. I want to do everything I can to make them happen for my kids and yours.” He grabbed her hand and held it gently between his. “But listen Hermione, if you don’t want this…we’ll think of something else…whatever you want to…”
“No, no, I want to do it,” she said taking a deep breath. “We need to start moving on with our lives…Oh, god…this is so hard.”
His heart crumbled when he saw tears shimmer in her eyes. “I know, Mione,” he said taking her face gently into his hands. “We’ll get through this, okay? We’ll be okay.” When she could only nod as she choked back her tears, Harry simply pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
“Harry?” she whimpered after awhile.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me again.”
He didn’t have to ask what she meant and he would tell her as many times as he asked her. “When I died…for that short moment…I felt at peace…I felt safe and loved. And when I saw my parents, Sirius…Lupin. They were all smiling…they were in no pain and were happy.”
She nuzzled against him as she closed her eyes and took one long shaky breath. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Harry said stroking her hair rocking her slowly until he felt her body melt against his and her breathing began slow and deep. He then cradled her gently into his arms and carried her up to bed.
When tragedy strikes both the Potter and Weasley family, the ones standing must be strong for their kids. But although their love is lost, can another be found?
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| RESISTANCE | - Lorien829
“It’s a pipe dream, Hermione!” Ron said in a dead voice that somehow cracked Hermione’s fragile heart even further. “We might as well fight, but we’re not going to win. Harry was the one prophesied to destroy him, and he didn’t. Voldemort’s won! And everything is lost.” Hermione began reflexively shaking her head, even before Ron had finished speaking.
“No. No, he’s not gone. Quit talking about him in the past tense like he’s dead.”
“The Dark Lord’s taken him. He is dead!” Hermione blinked at him, stunned and furious. She didn’t think she’d ever heard any Order member, save Snape, refer to Voldemort as the `Dark Lord’.
Face it, Hermione. In all likelihood, he’s dead. You know that! Practical Hermione, who had been recently submerged beneath Emotional Hermione, seized the forefront of her consciousness once again. He can’t be dead. He can’t be dead. What will I do if he’s dead? Emotional Hermione thought incoherently. What do you mean, `What will I do?’ Practical Hermione said in a voice of derision. Isn’t everyone in this together? There was a rising tide of pain and tightness in her chest, product of an unexpected emotion that Hermione was not capable of or prepared to identify at that moment. She firmly squelched it.
He was standing in the middle of a stone room, in the center of a glowing, green ring inset into the damp floor. One eye was swollen shut, and his entire face was crusted in blood. He had been looking at the ground, but suddenly looked up, and in his good eye still flashed the defiance that had not been evident in his pose. Hermione recognized that look; it was the same one he got when Malfoy insulted Muggle-borns, or when he had spotted the Snitch. It was his “never say die” look.
And he was looking at her.
She gasped suddenly and audibly, wheezing the breathless word, “Harry!” when she exhaled.
The worst has happened. Voldemort has won unprecedented victories on every front, even going to so far as to capture the Boy Who Lived. This story will involve a slightly stormy Harry/Hermione relationship, developing and somehow surviving under the near total devastation of the wizarding world as they know it.
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| ANGELICA | - DeliverMeFromEve
Strong arms enfolded her, and she relinquished herself, the rawness of her emotions bleeding into Harry’s shirt as she clung to it in near desperation.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to say that. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it…”
He hushed her and his breath was warm against the skin of her ear. It spread through her, and she recognized that gentle, comforting tone that Harry used to use. She closed her eyes, nestling into his embrace. His hold on her tightened and she relaxed, leaning against him.
She must have drifted off, because when next she opened her eyes, the fire had receded from its roaring flame to flickering embers. She shifted and found that she was still in Harry’s arms, that even asleep, he kept his hold on her, though lightly, because he was breathing evenly in his own dreams, his back against the cold cave wall.
Gingerly, she glanced at Ron, still pale, still asleep. That last Dementor attack had drained him worse than any of them, but he would recover in a few hours, and of the three of them, he was warmest in his sleeping bag.
She watched Harry in his troubled dreams, the gray light of the moon seeping through the cave entrance and overwhelming their dying fire. She touched his face and he leaned his cheek against her palm then nuzzled the center of it with his nose. His lips, only slightly chapped and pale from the cold, brushed the heel of her hand and warmth shot down her spine.
Her gaze waited for those lips to part, her hand obeying the rogue voice inside her that sought to run her thumb against the soft skin of his lip. He shifted sleepily, his hand stroking the small of her back like an idle caress before he settled back down again, completely unaware of the dying fire at the center of the cave and the fire igniting within the center of her.
The trio hunts for horcruxes while an unfortunate accident calls Ron home as Harry and Hermione countinue their journey. They soon find themselves in Avalon where they are hoping to get a powerful weapon against Voldemort. But Avalon’s magic also provides them something they weren’t asking for…
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