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Where does the truth lie? by Elle Winters

Format: Novella
Chapters: 25
Word Count: 36,639
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Humor, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, Ron/Lavender, Hermione/OC

First Published: 02/20/2007
Last Chapter: 11/11/2009
Last Updated: 11/11/2009

Beautiful banner by Marauder By Night at the DA

Will a trip back through time bring Ron and Hermione together?

And then he said it:

"I hate you, too."

Chapter 19: Giants, Signatures and Surprises

LifeIs nearly alwaysAn uphill struggle

“Hagrid!” I cried again, still in a state of shock. “How did you get here?”

“Don’ yeh mean how did yeh get ‘ere?” he chortled, casting an arm around at our surroundings.

Blinking slightly, I looked round Hagrid, and was stunned to see that we were no longer in the broom-shed – in fact, we weren’t even in London anymore!

“What the on earth are we doing in the Three Broomstick’s function room?!” I gasped.

“Bloody hell!” said Ron, staring at Harry wide-eyed. “Since when has counting to seven transported you half way across the country?!”

“Since I put an abso-apparition spell on that broom-shed,” he replied, with a half smile, half frown.

“You can do an abso-apparition spell?!” I gaped at him. “Even I can’t do one of those! Who taught you how to do it?!”

“The inventor.”

“I didn’t know you were on speaking terms with Wilkie Twycross! Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me?! I’ve been trying to arrange a meeting with him for ages! I really wanted to ask him the physics of the spell, and how one can obtain permisson to use it, because, ultimately, it-”

“OKKKK!” said Ron loudly. “As thrilling as this conversation undoubtedly is, I’d much rather know why Harry used the spell.”

Fair point.

Tutting loudly, I said to Harry, “Answer Won-Won’s question.”

“Ha ha,” said Ron sarcastically. “You’re just hilarious, Hermione.”

I smiled sweetly at him, “I know.”

“Oh, you two still fightin’, are yeh?” laughed Hagrid, shaking his head. “Looks like some things never change.”

I saw Harry smile slightly.

“Shut up, Harry.”

Harry feigned innocence.


“You know what,” I growled back.

He grinned.

“Alright, alright. So, yeah, I used the spell because it’s the only way a large group of people can apparate into Hogsmeade now.”

“Because of the war?”

“Precisely. The Ministry is very keen to control all the goings on in Hogsmeade, due to the rather large, and very powerful, castle, situated just over there.”

He waved his hand in the general direction of Hogwarts.

“Large groups of people could spell potential trouble – I only got permission to come here because the ministry knows and trusts us.”

“Yeah, but three people are hardly gonna be a big problem, are they?” frowned Ron.

“Um, can you say ‘Voldemort’?” I said to him

Ron glowered at me.

“Hermione’s right, Ron – one person can make all the difference. Anyway,” Harry continued, as Ron muttered under his breath, “We really need to get to Hogwarts due to the case we’re working on, but you need to acquire a lot of documents before you 
can even think about getting in there. Which is where you come in, Hagrid.”

“Meh?” said Hagrid, looking bewildered. “Wha’ ‘ave I got ter do with any o’ this?”

“You’re gamekeeper, are you not?” asked Harry.

“Well, yeh, bu’-”

“In which case, I need permission to set foot on your land.”

Hagrid’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Oh, o’course I’ll give yer permission – you ‘ave just as much right as I do ter be on it!”

“Thanks, Hagrid,” smiled Harry, passing him one of the pieces of paper he’d been clutching.

As Hagrid wiped his eyes and signed the document, I turned to Harry, and said, 

“Brilliant. Does that mean we can get into Hogwarts now?”

“Erm, not quite. It needs another signature.”

“What?! From who?!”


I rolled my eyes.

“Couldn’t you have done that before you dragged us all the way to Scotland?!” I exclaimed exasperatedly.

“No,” replied Harry, calmly, “I couldn’t have. Hagrid had to sign before Kingsley - that’s just the way it is.”

“Eurgh,” I said, rolling my eyes again. “Fine. So, what do we do now?”

“Well… I’ll go back to London, and get this thing signed; Ron can go to Weasley’s 
Wizard Wheezes, and get some supplies; and you can go home and pack your stuff – you’re a girl, you’ll take longer.”

“Hmm,” I said, narrowing my eyes, “We’ll see.”

“Alrigh’, I’m done,” said Hagrid, passing Harry the paper. “You lo’ comin’ back, are yeh?”

“Sure will be,” replied Harry, “Just as soon as we get the other signature. Expect us around eight?”

“Ok,” said Hagrid, patting Harry on the back.

“Oops, what yeh doin’ down there, ‘Arry?”

As Hagrid pulled Harry back to his feet, I said to Ron, “Did you hear what Harry said, Ron?”

“’Course I did,” replied Ron, annoyed. “I’m not deaf, you know, Hermione.”

“I didn’t say that you-”

“Come on, children,” called Harry, over our bickering. “Time to count to seven; one, two…”

I closed my eyes, and this time, I felt a distinct rush as we moved from Scotland to London.

Opening them again, I said to Harry and Ron, “Right, well, I’ll see you chaps later, 

With a wave, I ducked out of the broom-shed and apparated home.

Putting my key in the lock, I found that the door was already open.

Cursing Ron for his complete incapability to lock doors, I set my bag on the floor and walked into the kitchen.

Waiting for me were a bunch of red roses.

Picking them up, I found a note nestled between the thorns.

Opening it up, I read:

Dearest, darling, Hermione,
`Love of my life, wind beneath my wings!
Ok, so I’m just messing with you!How are you, pumpkin face? 
Have a good trip with lover-boy?

Oh, Richard, you little weasel!

Such a shame you had to dash – had most fun with Lavender… not!Is that girl incapable of shutting her trap?! 
I’m serious! 
All she did was natter, natter, natter, until that kind waiter took pity on me and showed me to the wine cellar (nothing happened, don’t worry!)
Whence I returned, alas, she was gone.I nearly cried.With relief, of course.That Ron Weasley has most strange tastes in women… except when it comes to you, of course!Did you see him when I was being all chivalrous to you – I nearly wet myself when he caused Lavender to fall over!Anywho, just thought I’d add to the lie, and send you these flowers.If anyone but you reads this card, all they’ll see is Love you lots, Richard xThat should make old Ronnie-poo jealous!Ciao!

Shaking my head, I grabbed a vase from by the sink, and stuck the roses in it.


Richard was being rather risqué in regards to his quest to get me and Ron together, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it!

Washing my hands, and grabbing a diet coke from the fridge, I walked into the living room, and nearly died of shock!

“What the hell are you doing in here?!”