Hi everyone! Here is my new story! I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. This chapter starts at the beginning of Chapter 12 of Book 3, The Patronus. I did get inspiration from another story, "More important than any broomstick" by witowsmp, however any similarities beside the basic idea is by coincidence only. I hope you guys enjoy.

"What did you go running to McGonagall for?" Ron Weasley rounded on Hermione Granger. His face now matching his hair, red in anger.

The Gryffindor Common Room was empty except for Ron, Hermione, and Harry. The fireplace seemed to roar in the silence, as the three students glared at one another.

Harry was sent the fastest broomstick in the world, The Firebolt, for Christmas, however it came unsigned and without any indication of who it was from. Harry assumed it was from a teacher, as McGonagall sent him his original Nimbus 2000 back in first year. Taking it as a blessing, Harry never really thought about any danger that came with it. Therefore, when Hermione replied, rather defiantly to Ron, Harry realized that there is a reason Hermione is known as the 'brightest witch of her age'.

"Because I thought — and Professor McGonagall agrees with me — that the broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!"

Ron opened his mouth to reply, however Harry's hand shot up and covered it. Harry took a few deep breaths, knowing he was going to have to walk on eggshells in order to not piss either of them off at him.

"Ron, before we start screaming, we should at least let Hermione explain herself." Harry tells him. Ron looks at him in shock.

"Harry there is no way Black sent that broom to you! Someone would have noticed him buying it, wouldn't they!?" Ron tells him, and glancing at Hermione. "So why would you think he might have?"

"As we know." Hermione started, stressing each syllable, "there are more than one way to hide who you are. Polyjuice Potion for one." Harry nodded in agreement. Black could have easily disguised himself as anyone and bought that broom, if he didn't steal it.

"I agree with Hermione, Ron." Harry told him. "I did not think about that, the excitement overwhelmed me." Harry explained.

"I can't believe you are taking her side!" Ron exploded. "The odds of Black sending you that broomstick is like 154,201 to 1!"

Harry smirked at Hermione, who looked at him questioningly. "Never tell me the odds." Harry told Ron, causing Hermione to burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked, his face becoming redder as he thought he was being laughed at.

"Muggle thing Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Fine then!" Ron yelled. "Don't tell me! I'll be waiting for you to see reason Harry." Ron stormed up to the boys dormitory, causing Harry to sigh.

"I'm sorry Harry..." Hermione began only for Harry to smile at her.

"Don't apologize." Harry told her. "You thought about my safety. I'd have probably done the same if you picked up a book that seemed dangerous."

"Like what?" Hermione giggled.

"Oh maybe if someone gave you another copy of Hogwarts: A History that was unsigned I'd be worried." Harry grinned. "After all, you never can resist reading it."

"Prat." Hermione rolled her eyes, before grinning. "Maybe if you actually read it, you'd understand why I love it so much."

"Maybe." Harry agreed. "I'll get on that."

Hermione spun around, looking at him in shock. "You would actually do that!?"

"For you, Yes." Harry lightly smiled.

The two walked off out of the common room, off to Hermione's sanctuary, the Library.

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Harry sighed as he watched all the rest of the students get off the Hogwarts Express, coming back from break. He liked the peace and quiet, however now that they are back it means that Professor Lupin will start his anti-dementor lessons.

He waited by the station to see if he can find Lupin, however someone found him first.

"Hey Potter!" Oliver Wood called to him. "During break, I was doing some thinking. What if Dementors show up to the next match?"

Nodding grimly, Harry replied that he is planning on taking lessons with Lupin to prevent them from affecting him so much. Wood grinned at him, but then brought up his lack of broom situation.

"I got sent a Firebolt for Christmas." Harry told him. "However McGonagall is currently stripping it down in order to make sure Sirius Black didn't send it to me."

"Nonsense." Wood scoffed. "He couldn't buy that, he's on the run." Harry explained what Hermione did before and Wood nodded. "That unfortunately makes sense. However I would suggest you look for a temporary replacement, just in case it isn't done before our match."

Harry agreed and they both went their separate ways.

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Lessons started back up immediately, and Harry was both dreading and excited for each one. Care of Magical Creatures was outside and cold, however Hagrid made sure everyone was comfortable. Divination, just like before, began with Trelawney predicting his death, however this time it was more vague.

The one class Harry was most excited for was DADA, as he needed to know when his dementor lessons would begin. He cornered Lupin after class, Hermione with him.

"Eight O'clock on Thursday evening, in the old History of Magic classroom." Lupin told them. "And if she may desire, yes Miss Granger you may come as well."

Hermione grinned in excitement. She had hoped Lupin would allow her to come along. Both Harry and Hermione noticed something was still off about their Professor though.

"Doesn't he still seem ill?" Harry questioned.

"Yeah he does." Hermione nodded. "I have my suspicions, and I'm pretty sure I'm right. However, I want to be sure before I tell you." Harry nods in agreement.

As eight o'clock on Thursday approached, the couple got ready to head out, just as Crookshanks bounced from the girls dormitory and into Hermione's arms. Looking at one another, the two shrugged and walked out, to the classroom.

Ron entered the common room as they left, ignoring them and going straight up to his bed. He saw Scabbers lying there, asleep. Ron smiles as he walked down and started up a game of chess with Neville.

Down in the History of Magic classroom, the pair met Lupin. Inside, there was a packing case, which shook on its own.

"That's another boggart, isn't it?" Hermione asked Lupin, for him to nod. "That way it can turn into a dementor for Harry, and we can practice on it."

"Wait, Hermione." Lupin began to ask, "why is your cat here?"

"Honestly I don't know Professor." Hermione shrugged. "He just didn't want to stay in the common room."

"Now the spell is known as the Patronus charm." Lupin explained, shrugging off the cat's behavior. "It creates a guardian that radiates happiness, pretty much an alternative food source for the dementor. However because the patronus can not feel despair, it scares the dementors away."

"That's amazing!" Hermione exclaimed.

"It most definitely is. Now, the incantation is simply, Expecto Patronum. The tricky part is getting the patronus strong. To do this, you have to think of the happiest memory you have."

Both nodded and concentrated hard. Harry's mind immediately went to the moment that he first entered the Wizarding World, escaping the Dursley's. Hermione thought about the end of second year, her and Harry hugging in the middle of the great hall after she had been cured of her petrifaction.

"Now I want you to cast the spell with no dementors. Go."

Harry and Hermione both were able to produce a silvery smoke and Lupin asked them if they were ready to face the boggart.

Both students nodded, while looking at the dreaded case. Harry gave the ready signal, and the case opened.

Voices started screaming at Harry. His mom begging for him to be spared and Voldemort killing her.

"Expecto Patronum!" Both students shouted, however the voices kept getting louder in Harry's head, causing him to black out. Hermione's concentration on the memory broke as she saw Harry fall. She quickly caught Harry before he hit the ground as Lupin got the boggart back into the case.

Once Harry was ready again, Lupin told him to focus on an even stronger memory. Harry thought hard and found one. The smile of the girl next to him when she saw that he was alright at the end of first year. The hug she gave him in second year. The first person to really make Harry feel happy. Focusing on that smile, Harry nodded.

Once again the dementor was unleashed, and this time the memory seemed to drown out the screams. Both of them, holding hands this time, shouted in unison, and a silver shadow appeared from both of their wands, combing in the air to form a shield between them and the dementor.

"Riddikulus!" Lupin roared, as the Patroni and boggart disappeared. Harry and Hermione sat down, exhausted.

"Well done you two!" Lupin grinned, giving them chocolate frogs. "That will be enough for today. Same time next week?"

The lessons with Lupin became a weekly thing, as both Harry and Hermione were making small progress. Neither could actually draw the dementor away, they could only form the cloud that used up all their energy.

Harry was spending more time in the library with Hermione, bonding even deeper. He lived up to his promise of reading Hogwarts: A History, which he was glad he did. He learned so much more about the school and it's secrets. Hermione and he were rarely seen apart from one another, except in classes. She actually got Harry to study more and saw a rapid improvement on his grades. Even professor's like Snape has to admit he was improving.

It was after they finished their Patronus lessons on a February night, joined once more by Crookshanks, that they were intercepted by Professor McGonagall, whom was holding a Firebolt. Not just any Firebolt though.

"You can have this back Potter." McGonagall told him. "It was free of all curses. Now you better win me that Quidditch cup with it." As she walked away, Hermione grinned at Harry.

"I'm glad it didn't have any curses Harry."

"Yeah me too." He laughed. "I'm just glad you thought to stop me from being stupid and assuming it was clean. Because it could have been cursed. Not to mention it made us closer."

Hermione grinned as they walked up to the common room where Neville was pleading with Sir Cadogen, the fat lady's replacement. Apparently he lost his list of passwords, and the painting wasn't letting him in.

"Oddsbodikins." Harry stated, shutting up the painting. Immediately the pair became surrounded by admirers of his Firebolt. Ron sat off in the corner, mumbling about being right. He got up to go to his common room to give scabbers his tonic.

Recently Harry had been noticing that Hernione was really tired, which made sense because of her schedule.

"Why don't you try dropping a class or two?" Harry questioned.

"Oh no!" Hermione told him. "I couldn't do that! They are all very interesting."

"They are killing you slowly Hermione." Harry told her. "You need to relax some."

"I can't with all this homework." Hermione told him, as she set down her bag, and pulled out a quill and parchment. She sat Crookshanks down next to her, as he was with them at the lessons.

"No." Harry told her. "Relax." He took the quill and set it down, moving Hermione to lay in his lap as he started running his fingers through her hair. Secretly, Fred and George started up a betting pool on when they'd officially start dating where they couldn't see. Bets went as high as 100 galleons.

The noise in the common room started to calm down before a roaring scream was heard from the dorms. Ron jumped down the stairs, dragging a bloody bedsheet.

"SCABBERS! LOOK! SCABBERS!" Ron shouted.

"AND THIS WAS ON THE FLOOR!" He dropped a few ginger cat hairs on the floor, exactly like Crookshanks.

Hermione's face grew stony.

"Ron. Crookshanks has been with me since we left the common room. There is no way he killed Scabbers."

"That's Rubbish!" Ron shouts. "You are just covering up for him!"

"No Ron it's true." Harry told him.

"Taking her side again, Potter?" Ron spat. "Typical."

"What did you call me?" Harry stood up.

"Oh shut up Potter. We aren't friends anymore."

"All because you can't accept that my cat didn't kill your rat?" Hermione said, standing up as well.

"Go back to your world, Mudblood." Ron shouted in rage. "If you never came Scabbers would still be alive."

SMACK!

"Never call Hermione that name!" Neville shouted at Ron. Ron snarled and stormed out of the room.

"Thanks Neville." Harry told him, before turning to Hermione, who was standing there shocked. "Come on Mione, lets get you comfortable again."

"I can't believe he said that." Hermione frowned. "I never expected that."

"Neither did I." Harry agreed. "Well I don't care anymore, he's not a friend of ours anymore."

The flames in the fireplace crackled with mystery. The next chapter of their life was about to begin. One without Ron Weasley as their friend.

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Little did the duo know that once Ron had left, he ran into their arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. They were about to start arguing when Ron realized that Malfoy may be the key on getting revenge.

"I agree." Malfoy smirked, as a tentative alliance started. "The first time to strike is almost upon us."

"When is that?" Ron questioned.

"It would be a shame for Potter to fall off his broom again, wouldn't it?" Malfoy's eyes glittered with danger. "Perhaps the sight of another dementor or two would do the job."

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