Dumbledore sighed. "I will give you time to work through your anger. Obviously the events of this morning are still too raw for you to think clearly."
"We told you basically the same thing in your office so it's not my anger, it's a fact," Harry said as he rose from the sofa.
"Just let me know if I need to return my badge," Hermione added as she stood as well. "But sir, you need to consider if you are truly doing what is best for Hogwarts. You are the Headmaster sir. If the school and the students in that school are not your highest priority, then maybe you should consider relinquishing your position. Now if you'll excuse us. As we said earlier, we have studying to do," Without another glance at Dumbledore, Harry and Hermione walked out of the Drawing Room.
When they were safely back in Harry's room with the door locked and the Muffliato charm up they sat back on the bed.
"Can you believe him?" Harry exclaimed. "Acting like we were the ones at fault with Ginny and Ron?"
"I think he is trying to minimize Ginny's wrongdoing so the Weasleys do not take her for healing and Ron, well it could be either of the things we discussed."
"Will you really give up your Prefect badge?" Harry asked.
Hermione sighed. "For what it means to me compared to you, definitely. But I'm not sure it would be the best thing to do. Who would they get to replace me? Lavender? Pavarti? Besides we'd lose all protection from the Slytherins not to mention Ron."
"Ron would get his prefect badge pinned in a very uncomfortable place if he tried anything. As for the Slytherins, I don't care, I've already told Dumbledore I'll deal with them if I have too."
"I know, but it would be better if you're a Prefect and can work from a position of authority," Hermione replied. "Hopefully McGonagall will do the right thing."
"Guess we'll know soon."
"Maybe I'll write her and let her know what happened. Dumbledore might think I'm bluffing and not tell her," Hermione said. "Hedwig's still out hunting?"
"I told her not to hurry."
"I'll write the letter tonight and give it to Dobby or Winky. They can take it to a Hogwart's owl. That'll make sure Professor McGonagall has it tomorrow morning," Hermione glanced at her watch. "It's late. I need to get back home," She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and kissed her husband. "Think you can come over tomorrow evening?" She murmured when the kiss ended.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I thought...maybe we'd just spend time with my parents," Hermione replied. "Mum will probably watch tennis, but maybe we can do something together."
"I'd like that," The two of them just held each other as they enjoyed the contact. Then Harry asked. "Speaking of tennis, have any idea what Sirius is hiding from us?"
"No, but it's Sirius and the Goblins. It can't be anything good can it?" Hermione replied.
"Guess we'll find out...when is the last day of this Tennis thing anyway?"
"The seventh is the scheduled men's final, a week from now."
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The full moon that was high in the late night sky sent brilliant moonbeams through the windows of Dumbledore's office. Several flickering candles added their light as well. As if planned, the moonlight currently was illuminating the high backed chair that Dumbledore sat in behind his desk. He didn't notice the light as he was lost in silent contemplation of the latest revelation concerning Harry Potter. The thought of the young man being married filled Dumbledore with trepidation. He was very concerned that his previous ideas about the young man and his motives were wrong.
"It's your family you protect isn't it?" Dumbledore murmured to himself. "First Sirius and now your wife," The Headmaster continued as he let out a sigh. "But is it really love that drives you or some sense of revenge because your family was taken from you? Has Voldemort got to you already?" That was the crux of the problem Dumbledore knew. It was only a matter of time before the piece of Voldemort's soul imbedded in the young man started to exert itself until finally nothing would be left of the soul of Harry Potter.
"Hopefully this will be resolved before it comes time for what must happen to happen," Dumbledore continued his silent conversation to himself. "How do I convince you to do what you must? How do I convince you to sacrifice yourself for the Greater Good? That you might live is not of concern because you can never know of the possibility."
The Headmaster had quickly discarded his plan to convince Hermione to use her influence on Harry once he'd learned of their marriage. "The love necessary for a marriage bond is too great to for her to consider it. Even if it was possible, love that powerful is too illogical to be relied on," He sat back in his chair and gazed around his office as he continued to consider the problem. Deep into the night he made and discarded plan after plan. Finally he succumbed to the fatigues of the day and night and fell asleep with his head upon his arm.
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