Harmony vs. Toad Face

Author's Note: Here it is, the sequel to Hermione's Harry. If you haven't read it I suggest you do so before reading this because you won't understand anything if you don't. Thank you again to everyone that's been reading, I appreciate all of you. I do not own Harry Potter. Oh, by the way, wanted to remind everyone that when I use something that's cannon, it could be from the book or the movie, I love both versions and in my opinion some things were better in the books and some were better in the movies. One particular thing, I'm going with the movie's version of James Potter on the Quidditch team. As far as I'm concerned he played seeker. Also, I want to apologize for the long wait. I did plan on posting this quickly but I hit a rather nasty bit of writer's block and all hell seemed to break loose. Please enjoy

Chapter One

Harry was pacing back and forth, telling himself that things were going to be okay. Yeah, Dudley was completely out of it because he'd been attacked by a couple of dementors, and the Dursleys were about ready to kill him, and he hadn't seen his girlfriend in over a week because Vernon forbid him from bringing Kreature into their house, and he was possibly going to be expelled from Hogwarts for using a fucking patronus charm to save his good-for-nothing life, but hey! Everything was going to be just peachy! "Fuck!" Harry roared and punched his wall.

He instantly regretted his outburst of anger, hearing Vernon Dursley hurry up the stairs at a surprising pace taking his weight into account. Harry closed his eyes and sat down on his old lumpy mattress, waiting for the second round of the night. Vernon slammed the door open and punched Harry hard enough to send him flying off his bed. "I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET! YOU'RE LUCKY WE HAVEN'T THROWN YOU OUT FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY SON, BOY!"

Harry grit his teeth and stood up. Enough was enough in his eyes. He balled up his fist and aimed for Vernon's nose. Sadly, he wasn't fast enough and ended up back on the floor, being kicked repeatedly. Harry felt the wounds on his back scraping against the wooden legs of his old, splintery desk.

He refused to make a single sound, Vernon didn't deserve the satisfaction. Thankfully, he was saved the effort of keeping quiet when Vernon kicked the back of his head. The blow from the older man's foot was enough to knock him out instantly.

Vernon stopped after that. He saw that Harry's breathing was off and that he was asleep and decided he was safe with the boy in this state. Something Vernon would never admit aloud was that he was afraid of Harry. Afraid of what he could do with his wand and what he likely would do if given the chance. So, with Harry visibly unconscious and beaten just enough to remind him of who was in charge, he left the room without a backwards glance. What he should have payed attention to was Harry's pet owl flying out of the window. Though it pained Hedwig to leave her wizard behind, she knew she could not help him on her own. With that thought in mind she willed herself to fly in the direction of the only other human she trusted.

In another house, two muggle adults slept soundly while their daughter tossed and turned in bed. She was having a horrible nightmare about her boyfriend, Harry Potter. Flashes of cruelty, emotion, and a letter that said he must attend a disciplinary hearing all swirled around in her head, accompanied by the utterance of her name. "Hermione…" She sat up in bed breathing heavily, her skin slick with sweat. She jumped straight out of bed and hurried down the hall, ignoring her hair being in complete disarray.

Her parents jerked awake the moment she opened their door. Before they could respond to their daughter's presence she spoke. "Harry's hurt."

Those two words were enough to force her parents into a sitting position. "How do you know, sweetie?" Her mother asked as she began to stand up. "You saw him a little over a week ago and he was just fine."

Hermione seemed to growl at her mother as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course you don't believe me! Harry needs me and I can feel it!" She threw her arms in the air with a huff and stomped her way back to her room. She began to quickly pack a bag to take with her. Three pairs of jeans, five shirts, a pair of black shorts, several pairs of socks, underwear, a couple of her favorite books. Without hesitation she locked her door and undressed herself, pulling on a pair of leggings, black high-heeled boots, and a black tank top. She pulled her hair back in a pony-tail and grumbled to herself, setting her wand between her head and the band holding her hair back. "Kreature!" She yelled and picked up her cat Crookshanks. The cat in her arms meowed in protest before going back to sleep.

Only moments after being called, an aging and rather disgruntled looking house elf appeared in her room. "Miss Granger. What do you want?" He asked with a displeased tone placing his hands on his old and wrinkled hips. Hermione was usually the first to defend all house elves but this one in particular was tap-dancing on her last nerve and she was about ready to slap him.

"I need to be taken to Padfoot so he and I can check on Harry." The elf nodded and was reaching out his hand to Hermione when her parents knocked on her door. "Damn it, give me a moment Kreacher," she said and the Elf grumbled, but he remained standing where he was. His master told him to bow to the whims of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, he was bound by his magic to follow the orders he had been given.

The moment the bedroom door had been unlocked Hermione's parents walked in. "Honey," Jean said softly. "Can't you wait until sunrise? It's almost three in the morning, he's probably asleep.

Before Hermione could answer, they heard pecking at her window. When the teenage witch turned to examine the noise she took notice of Hedwig. Without hesitation, she let Hedwig into her room and allowed the enormous snowy owl to rest on her arm. "What is it Hedwig?" She asked of the bird and ran her fingers over the owl's beak affectionately. Hedwig lifted her left leg, showing a couple drops of blood that were quite obviously not hers. The look in her eyes was an expression of intense fear and her lack of a letter was yet another sign that Harry was not okay. "I understand," she said softly to Hedwig and set her down on the window sill. "I am going to get Padfoot and the two of us are going to help Harry. Will you meet us at headquarters?" Hermione asked. Hedwig bowed her head and clicked her peak before flying off to her new destination.

Robert grumbled. "What the bloody hell was that?" He asked and crossed his arms over his chest.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and scowled. "My proof that Harry is hurt," she said simply. She took hold of her cat, slung her bag over her shoulder and took Kreacher's hand. "I love you both, but I have to go."

Before her parents could argue the matter with her any further, Hermione nodded to the house elf and found herself just inside the door of Grimmauld Place. "Sirius!" She shouted and started running toward the kitchen. She knew Harry's godfather was not asleep, and knew that he would be in the kitchen drinking yet again.

Sirius Black could not bring himself to sleep longer than a couple hours every night while Harry was with the Dursleys. Meeting Vernon for the short period that he saw him at Kings Cross Station gave him the feeling that something awful was going to happen. Add his apprehension with Dumbledore's insistence that Harry go back to his aunt and uncle, along with Hermione coming to the house nearly every day that she didn't see Harry with worry in her eyes, he was constantly on edge. He would attempt to drown his worries in firewhiskey, but he'd developed an extreme tolerance to it over the years in Hogwarts and it seemed as though the dementors did not help lower that tolerance.

When he heard Hermione calling him frantically he stood up and rushed out into the hallway, nearly running into the wild teenage witch. "What is it? What's happened Hermione?" He asked.

The tears in her eyes were enough of an answer, but he needed to know for sure. "Harry's been hurt. I could feel that something was wrong, and then Hedwig came to my window…"

Sirius pulled Hermione into a hug and let her cry on his shoulder. "Alright," he said softly. "Let me grab a couple things so I'm not recognized, then we'll head out."

Hermione nodded and stepped back, leaning against the wall and wiping at her eyes. Sirius took a deep breath and walked to the coat closet, pulling up the hood of his cloak and slipping his arms through his leather trench coat. With his head covered and his body shape hidden no one would know who he was. He took another deep breath and handed Hermione a cloak that would fit her. She nodded slowly and pulled it on without hesitation. Maybe it would be cold… maybe it would be better that no one know who either of them was…

Sirius took hold of Hermione's hand and they appeared in front of Number Four Privet Drive. Hermione scowled immediately and banged her fist against the door. Sirius tried to calm the girl but it was a useless endeavor and she continued to pound her fist on the front door until they heard yelling. "WHO THE RUDDY HELL WOULD COME TO OUR HOUSE PAST THREE IN THE BLASTED MORNING!"

Usually Hermione would be cowering in fear, not used to hearing people yell and scream that way. Tonight was different. She was a predator, a protector, eager to hunt down the pathetic lumps of flesh that had armed what was hers and to see that her Harry was okay.

When Vernon came to the door he wasn't sure what he was expecting but he was ready to shoo away the son of god himself if he was unlucky enough to be at knocking on the door this early in the morning. All that changed when he came face to face with an uppity freak pointing a wand at him the way a normal person would point a gun. "Where is Harry?!" Her voice was low, but her tone was icy and venomous. There was something about this girl that Vernon found familiar and oddly frightening.

"I've told you freaks to stay away from my house several times. Go away!"

Hermione growled and stepped forward, her eyes narrowed. "I'll burn you where you stand until there's nothing left of you except ash and bone dust if you don't let me in this house right now so I can get to my boyfriend." Sirius put his hand on Hermione's shoulder in another futile attempt to calm her, but she merely shook off his hand yet again. "I said NOW!" She roared and Vernon took several steps back. "Where is his fucking room?!" She hollered as Sirius shut the door behind them. Vernon pointed up the stairs and told her that it was the first door on the left. "Stay down here Sirius, if this bastard makes one wrong move, chop off whatever limb you would have the most fun removing."

As Hermione ran up the stairs, Sirius growled at Vernon. "Don't think that I'm gonna go easy on you Vernon," He grumbled. "I was only trying to calm Hermione because you don't deserve the honor of dying by her hand." Vernon gulped and nodded slowly, trying not to anger the wizard in front of him. His courage failed him and his only goal at that point was to not dig himself further into the hole he found himself in.

"Harry?" Hermione called softly when she opened the door to what she assumed had to be his room. The cat-flap made no sense though, she didn't see a cat anywhere in the house. When she stepped into the bedroom she was rather quickly horrified. She couldn't see Harry, the bed he had to sleep on looked old and thin and dreadfully uncomfortable and everything else in this room looked as though it was ready to fall apart at any moment. She stepped over broken glass and dirty clothes until she saw her boyfriend. His back was bleeding rather badly and his torso was bruised all over. He had a black eye, a nasty bruise on his cheek, and a bit of blood trickling out of his mouth. "Harry!" Hermione cried and fell beside him, pulling him to her and holding him as gently as possible.

His eyes fluttered open and he smiled lightly. "Hey Mione," he whispered faintly and coughed. "Fuck, Vernon outdid himself."

He watched her as she cried and tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He could hardly move, and it hurt so much he was about ready to scream. "I'll kill him, the moment I have the ability I'll slice his head off and bury him." She kissed his forehead and wiped at her eyes. "I love you, I'm so sorry this happened." Harry nodded somewhat and took a deep breath. "SIRIUS! GET UP HERE NOW!" She yelled and rocked Harry in her arms. "Everything is going to be okay Harry, I promise. Everything is going to be okay."

Sirius came crashing into Harry's room with a look of rage. "What the bloody fuck happened?" He asked. When he took notice of Harry he shuddered. "Expecto Patronum!" He yelled and an enormous worm leaped out of his wand in a flurry of silver light. "Remus, I need you right now. We're at Harry's house, he needs medical treatment and I can't take him."

Hermione continued to rock Harry in her arms as the patronus took off through the window. "The hell with Dumbledore, you're never coming back here again." The tears were steadily falling from her eyes as she held on to Harry. Sirius just inside the doorway, waiting for the sound of apparation. Once he heard it he ran to the window and waved to Remus.

"Get up here now Moony! It's an emergency! Our pup is hurt!" Remus nodded and ran into the house. They heard a crash and the tell-tale sign of someone running up the stairs. Next thing Sirius and Hermione knew, Remus was standing in the doorway, his hand over his mouth.

"What did those sick sadistic bastards do?!" Remus yelled and hurried to the three people huddled together. "Move back so I can lift him," he said and Hermione let go of Harry, taking hold of his hand. "Sirius, shift right now." Sirius nodded and morphed into Padfoot. "Hermione, I need you to keep holding on to Harry and to grab Padfoot's paw. Take a deep breath."

In moments they found themselves inside St. Mungo's, the wizarding world's best hospital. "Help!" Hermione shouted. A healer came rushing forward, and it turned out to be Madam Pomfrey. "What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.

"I work here during the summers, what's happened to Mister Potter?" She asked.

"He was attacked by his uncle, can you help him?"

Poppy sighed and conjured a stretcher. "Lay him down on this, I'll see what I can do."

Hermione nodded as Remus set Harry down on the stretcher. She didn't let go of his hand, even though Harry had lost consciousness again. Remus put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I'm going to take the dog back home, I'll be back shortly." He looked at Harry briefly. "Stay with him."

Hermione nodded again as more tears fell from her eyes. But before Remus could apparate, he heard a voice he thought he'd never hear again. "Moony! Padfoot! What's happened to my son?!"

Padfoot looked up in shock, and Remus nearly fainted. Hermione looked up from Harry to see what could have been his slightly older twin and a woman with flaming red hair. Padfoot morphed back into his human form. "Prongs… how…" He shook his head and ran toward James.

The two Animagi met and embraced. "What's happened? Padfoot, what's happened to my son?"