A/N: I figured that since my muse for this story has given up and eloped with the muses for my other stories, save for some, I'd just post what I have typed up. Amusingly my lexicon has suffered a not so insignificant hit compared to 3 years ago, and now I question the effectiveness of my education. Admittedly my grammar has improved, but my vocabulary seems to have just morphed into thin air. Hmm...
Chapter Eleven : Dawn Of A New War.
The next few months were a blur, consisting of him aiding Filch in the day to day affairs of the castle for the first few weeks, when he was drafted into the Order full time as the attacks increased in intensity. Dumbledore let Harry skip the rest of the school term, and he only needed to sit for his N.E.W.T.s when time came. Hermione was a bit crossed, as not only was he playing truant, he left her alone. However, that was something some time alone could solve.
The real shock came, when he was forced to spend some free time outside instead of huddling over some books and cauldrons finding information and brewing potions for the Order, when he was forcefully evicted for the week, a Limousine, with the flag of England fluttering in the front, drew up on the street.
A queenly old woman stepped out of the limousine when the driver opened the door. She was flanked by a few SAS Guards, clutching HK's, garbed in full battle gear.
A gasp behind him told him that Hermione had opened the door to toss him some spending money, only to catch sight of their visitor.
"The Queen?"
If he wasn't still awake, Harry would swear that he heard his neck snap, as his head turned so fast to look at Hermione. She was blubbering, apparently having a vicious attack of the nerves. He strode over to comfort her, and he gently patted her back, as the group moved over. The old lady in the centre promptly bowed, and spoke.
"My greetings, Your Majesty."
Ah, blissful oblivion.
Inside the house, Madam Pomfrey rubbed her temples. Seriously, that boy. Step out of the house for a bit and he faints.
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To say that Hermione was shocked was an understatement. It was more probably that her brain had suddenly stopped, and she was only capable of uttering nonsensical words that made utterly no sense.
She stiffly nodded, and dragged Harry back inside the house, as the visitor proceeded to slip a note into Harry's pockets, and drive off.
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The sight of Pomfrey leaning over him was the worst sight to wake up to. He jolted upwards, nearly crashing into Madam Pomfrey's head. She moved back to her office in 12 Grimmauld Place grumpily, and Harry left the infirmary, only to be on the receiving end of one crushing bear hug by his favourite brunette.
They hugged for a seemingly long time, Harry savouring the feel of her body on his, and they parted, before Hermione started to accuse him.
"What was going on?"
"Heavens if I know, Hermione."