Harold returns to the original dimension!!

A/N: Warning! There's an erotic scene in this chapter, only a little.

Chapter 9) How could I've been so f*cking Stupid?

Ivan clutched the red stone tightly as his body started to glow bright orange. "Argh," He groaned with pain as he grasped the stone more tightly.

"Ivan! What are you doing? Dumbledore said not to use the stone." Sirius exclaimed seeing the sudden change in Ivan.

"But, Sirius, we wouldn't stand a chance against the creature without using the stone." Ivan managed to croak out before succumbing to the pain it caused.

"No. We will find another way. I can't let any harm come to you a second time... Ivan! Ivan!" Sirius shouted trying to stop Ivan from using the stone.

"Stupefy." Ivan couldn't even react as brown light hit and knocked him unconscious. Sirius caught him before he could fall on the ground.

"Take Ivan out of the forest while I hold this creature off," Harold said loudly while holding off the continuous assault of the creature's tentacle with a shield he cast earlier.

"But you– "

"You don't have to worry about me. I am far more powerful than I look," said Harold.

"But– " Sirius hesitated again.

"Just get out of here, I can't fight and protect you at the same time." Yelled Harold frustrated at Sirius hesitation.

Sirius held unconscious Ivan closer as they vanished into thin air.

"Phew! Now that they are out of here," said Harold as he turned around in the direction of the creature, "I can finally fight you without any restraint." said Harold with excitement.

"Let's see what you're made out of." He muttered as slowly he started ascending in the air. A greenish aura gathered around his body, his silvery white stood upright with his eyes glowing bright green. Now that the shield around him was gone, the tentacles shot toward him simultaneously from all direction. The tentacles coiled around Harold. It looked like he was going be crushed but then suddenly the creature started shrieking loudly in pain as the tentacles around Harold started turning to dust.

Harold didn't give the creature any time to recover as he stretched both of his hands above his head with the palm facing the cloudy sky. A small fireball lit up above his hand as it got brighter and brighter until it turned completely blue. But the transition wasn't complete. He threw the fist-sized fireball toward the creature's head. Another tentacle shot from the back of the creature toward the fireball that was accelerating toward the creature. When it looked like the fireball and the tentacle would collide, suddenly the speed of the fireball doubled and directly hit the creature's glabella (the area between eyebrows). But the assault didn't end; the moment it made contact with the creature it started expanding until the creature was fully engulfed by the fire. The creature gave a shrill cry as it started thrashing around. Harold had to put up a spherical barrier around the creature, to stop the fire from spreading and burning down the surrounding trees.

When it looked like the creature was loosing, the blue fire that engulfed the creature started losing its flare and size. It got smaller and smaller until it died down completely to reveal a grotesque figure of the creature. All its tentacles were burnt to crisp, half of its face was missing.

"I expected more from you," said Harold with a smirk but his amusement was short lived as the missing part of the creature started regenerating at a visible rate.

"Shit! Do you have growth hormone or something?!" Harold cursed out loud.

"Join me, child, I shall spare you... I can see through you... all your desires, ambitions, rage... I can help you achieve all..." A hollow demonic voice resonated through the air as the air got more chilly and the grass, the trees everything around started withering.

"Sorry, but the only amateur will fall for your spam advertisement," Harold chuckled, "Voldemort believed you and look what happened to him. I can't even see a single shred of his existence–"

"Did you eat him or something?" Harold teased the giant creature, whose response was spontaneous as a huge black sphere of energy shot through its mouth toward Harold.

"Whoa! That looks scary!" said Harold as he flicked his wand toward the ground. Simultaneously the stones that were once part of the ritual platform, started gathering in front of the incoming ball of energy, until a huge hand that was as tall as the creature, formed. The black sphere collided with the hand to create shockwaves that shook the whole forest. The assault didn't stop there as the sphere got bigger and bigger. Harold, noticing that the hand wouldn't be able to hold the energy ball any longer, motioned his wand in the air to make a complicated sign similar to a calligraphic design being drawn on a paper, as the fingers of the giant hand started folding until the ball was within its complete hold. Harold then swished his wand upward as the giant hand threw the energy ball upward. As the sphere got dispersed after reaching a certain height.

"Phew! That was close!" said Harold as he wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead but his respite was short-lived as another black sphere was shot toward him. It was bigger than the previous one. Due to lack of time, Harold met force with force. A stream of green light shot out from his wand and met with the black sphere midway in its path. But the momentum of the black sphere didn't decrease much. Harold's eyes glowed in bright silver colour as his magic output increased by about ten folds – the stream of magic from Harold's wand started pushing the energy ball back until it collided with the creature itself.

"Squeal!" The creature uttered a shrill cry as it was flung backwards due to the resulting explosion.

"That's gotta hurt!" Harold muttered with amusement but again it was short lived as the atmosphere got very chilly.

*"Mom... please say something... please mom... don't leave me, please... I will be a better person... "* Harold had a pained expression as he was faced with his nightmares. But his Occlumency kicked in as he jerked himself awake from the trance.

'Shit! It almost got me! How could I forget the simple thing?! Cthulhu's mere existence represents despair, it is the embodiment of all negative emotions. I should've used that earlier!' Harry mentally berated himself.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Expecto Patronum hastam beatitude!" He said pointing his wand toward the regenerating figure of Cthulhu. A white light started emitting from the tip of Harold's wand. It got bigger and brighter as it sent a wave of concentric circles of white bands. The effect was instantaneous, the chilly atmosphere started returning to normal. But it was only the start as hundreds of long white spears started forming around Harold with their tip pointing toward the creature.

"Sayonara (goodbye)," whispered Harold as with a wave of his hands the spear shot toward the Cthulhu's projection. The creature sensing the danger from the spear that was the embodiment of positive emotions coiled itself with its tentacles as protection.

"Squeal!" The creature uttered a loud pained cry as the spears pierced through its body like a knife through butter.

"I will come back... you shall beg for your life..." The creature's voice gradually died down.

"I hope, It will not be anytime soon." He said staring at the slowly disappearing visage of the creature.

Suddenly a brown light shot from the deeper part of the forest behind Harold. The curse was few feet away from Harold when he turned to dodge but someone else beat him to it as a fist-size rock intercepted the path of the curse.

"I could've dodged it myself, you know," Harold said in an aloof tone.

"Let an old do a bit of work himself." A husky old voice came from thin air, as a man with a white beard simmered into existence. He was wearing a fancy robe that shone even in the little moonlight that peeked through the cloudy sky. In the meantime Kreshkov, the vampire who threw the curse at Harold had already fled through the forest.

"So, Albus Dumbledore finally decided to show himself," Harold said dramatically.

"It seems, you've sensed me earlier." Dumbledore sighed.

"You aren't the only one with magic sensing skill," Harold answered.

"Hmm... I see."

"Accio the red stone," whispered Harold as a small blood red stone shot from the crater that was once a stone platform and flew toward Harold. He caught it with his hand

"You know, what it is? Here... take it." Harold said as he threw the stone toward Dumbledore who despite being old caught it with ease.

"Finally, I can rest." Harold sighed.

"Why don't you fulfil an old man's curiosity by telling who are you?" Dumbledore requested.

"I am Harold and that's all you will get for now," Harold said before vanishing into the thin air.

"Harold... Harry... hmm... curious... curious..." Dumbledore muttered as he also vanished but in a different method. He used simple apparition while Harold had used his own teleportation.

...

In the main dimension...

"Everything feels so bland." Hermione sighed, "I wish, Harry was here."

"Micasa, how exactly are we talking with Harry?... I mean how is it possible to send information across dimension?" Hermione asked.

"We used a principle called quantum entanglement," said Micasa who was sitting on Hermione's left shoulder, "In simple terms – Let us suppose we have a pair of entangled sock. Now we put each sock in a separate box and then give one of them to a person who lives in the North pole and another person who lives in the South pole. Now if the person in the North pole opens the box to see that he has the left foot sock, then the person who lives in South pole will find a right foot sock and vice versa. That's the basic concept, the actual process is far more complicated," Micasa explained.

Hermione nodded with a thoughtful expression.

"But it basically teleports information from one dimension to another. Can't Harry use the same principle to return to this dimension– "

"..." Micasa stared at her.

"What?!" Hermione exclaimed. She was confused by the silent stare she was getting from Micasa.

Instead of answering her, Micasa pulled out a box that had a button on it from the tiny pouch. She pressed the button.

"Sir?! Can you hear me?!" Micasa spoke loudly.

"Yes! I can clearly hear you! So what got you so hyped up suddenly?" A male voice came from the box. It was Harold's.

"Sir, I think I found a way, actually it's Ms Hermione's idea," Micasa said with excitement.

"Found a way for what?" Harold asked.

"Sir! We can use quantum entanglement to make a gateway between dimensions!" Micasa exclaimed.

"..." Silence reigned for a few moments at the other end.

"Shit! How could I've been so f*cking oblivious?! I was so focused on finding ritualistic magic that I forgot non-magical means can also be useful!" Harold berated himself, "Love you, Hermione! You are a genius!" he praised her.

Hermione's cheeks developed a red tint.

"Th-thank you, Harry." stuttered Hermione.

"By the way, what's the situation there? Did anything major happened?" asked Harold (Harry).

"The crater in the forest that was caused by your magic is now labelled as an area out of reach for the general public. The unspeakable is still investigating it, " said Hermione.

"Did they find anything?"

"Sir, they couldn't find anything major. The sensors were going haywire the moment they brought them closer to the crater in the forest. They suspect it may be linked to your disappearance." Micasa replied.

"What about Dumbledore?" asked Harold.

"He is under a lot of political pressure. The dark families are using your disappearance as a political weapon to weaken Dumbledore's influence, Malfoy being the instigator."

"Anything else?"

"Well... it's so boring without you. I miss you so much. The teachers are so bland. I feel like sleeping during the class," whined Hermione.

"Who are you?! What have you done to Hermione Granger?!" He said with exaggeration.

"Well... a certain someone who goes by the name 'Harry' gave her a taste of being taught by a perfect teacher to which other teachers pales in comparison," said Hermione in a sarcastic tone.

"Hermione, are you busy? Can you come down to the dining room? We have something important to discuss." A female voice is heard from downstairs. It sounded quite serious.

"Co-coming, mom," Hermione said. Her response sounded very subdued.

"Bye Harry, I'll talk to you later," Hermione said.

"Hermione?!" Harold's spoke but Hermione had already gone.

"Sir, she has already gone downstairs," said Micasa.

"Micasa, what happened? Why did Hermione sound so sad when her mother called?" asked Harold in a concerned voice.

"Sir, I don't know the exact details but Ms Hermione's parents seem to be in a feud with each other. There is a chance that they might separate," answered Micasa.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Harold yelled.

"Sorry sir, but Ms Hermione asked me not to and you asked me to follow her command in your absence which didn't override to your original commands," Micasa answered quietly.

"Did I? Sorry for yelling at you earlier. But in the future if anything happens concerning Hermione's welfare, inform me as soon as possible, okay?"

"Okay, sir," replied Micasa in a robotic voice.

"Well... Do you know the reason behind their feud?"

"No, sir. According to what Ms Hermione said, the feud between her parents started about three and half a year ago. She also said they started behaving a bit odd since then." Micasa answered.

"Micasa, isn't that the time they were obliviated? Did it also change their attitude?"

"Yes sir, Ms Hermione also suspected the same. Even if it is, the effect of the spell cannot be reversed. According to the magical theory behind the obliviate spell in my database, the effect of the spell only can be reversed within one day of casting the spell and it already has been three years since they were obliviated." Micasa answered solemnly.

"No matter what, I'll have to find a way to reverse the spell. After all, they are in this situation because of me." Harold vowed.

"Sir, there's another important matter. Dumbledore and some stuff from Hogwarts are keeping a close on Ms Hermione. Even now there are at least one wizard and one witch outside Granger residence. They are most probably from Order of Phoenix. I can recognise Hestia Jones but the other one, I have no information about him on my database." said Micasa.

"What?! How dare they – Micasa! What about Sally?!" asked Harold, clear panic in his voice.

"You don't have to worry Sir. I have duplicated myself using a modified version of Geminio spell. My duplicate is with her. There's only one wizard outside of her house. Do you want me to get rid of them, sir?" Micasa asked while a needle-like a sword protruded from a small pore in the tiny palm of her right mechanical arm.

"No need to be aggressive, it might attract more attention but if it concerns Hermione's or Sally's safety, kill them. Just make it look like an accident." Harold said in a commanding voice.

"No problem." She replied with indifference.

"Well, goodbye. See you soon."

...

In alternate dimension...

In Ivan's room, Mason residence.

"Mmm." The sleeping

The kumkmj.99 figure of Ivan Mason stirred a little.

"Ivan... Ivan" The girl who was sitting beside Ivan said excitedly.

"Hermione?! Wha?! Where am I?! The Cthulhu?!" Ivan sat up with a jerk.

"Calm down, Ivan! You are currently in your room." Hermione comforted him. Ivan sighed with relief as he recognised his surroundings.

"How did I get here?" asked Ivan taking a deep breath.

"Well, it was Sirius who dropped you off."

"Professor Dumbledore said that it was the same person that saved us earlier in the diagonal alley, who fought with Cthulhu and even was able to beat it."

"How?"

"I don't know. Professor didn't say much. Even Sirius was reluctant to disclose anything important." Hermione sighed.

"What about me –?" He touched the Slytherin locket around his neck. Inside was the red stone, but a complete one.

"The stone?! How did I get the whole stone?! My curse?!" He hurriedly checked his right arm. All the runic symbols were gone.

"It's gone – " He didn't get to finish his sentence before Hermione drew him to a hug. Then she started crying. It took five minutes for her to calm down. Ivan was just too stunned to react.

"I *sniff* was so *sniff* worried. When Professor Dumbledore and Sirius *sniff* came with your *sniff* unconscious body, I thought I lost you. You didn't wake up even after the curse was *sniff* broken. It reminded me of the incident of the *sniff* Diagon Alley. I felt so weak." said Hermione.

"If you do anything dangerous without me again, I will not talk to you." Hermione pouted.

"Okay, okay." Ivan chuckled at her antiques while patting her back.

"Ivan... oh! you two are busy! I will come back later." Mrs Mason said as she turned back.

Ivan and Hermione hurriedly jumped up and composed themselves. They were blushing like tomatoes.

"It's not what– "

"It's normal for your age, son. Just don't cross the line okay?"

"Ok... no, no, no. We are n–" Both Ivan and Hermione denied their relationship profusely.

"You two look so cute together!" His mother teased.

"Mom!" Ivan exclaimed with fake fury.

"Okay, okay. I am going. Good to have you back, son."

"Don't mind her, okay? She teases me a lot," said Ivan awkwardly to Hermione. They were still blushing.

"Hermione, I wanted to ask you something," Ivan said seriously. He also looked nervous.

"Will...will..." Ivan hesitated for a few moments, "Will you go out with me?" asked Ivan in a single breathe.

Hermione's eyes widened with surprise. She couldn't believe her ears. Ivan just asked her out! She remained silent for a few seconds.

"Oh! well... Sorry for making it awkward for you. I hope we will still remain friends." Ivan said dejectedly.

"No! I was just – I mean yes, I will go out with you." Hermione said hurriedly.

"Wha–?" Ivan's face lit up. His previous nervousness was totally unfounded. Without any hesitation, Ivan kissed her on the lips. Hermione was stunned just for a moment before reciprocating his action by kissing him back. Their lips parted as a trail of saliva still stretched between their mouths. They kissed again. Their tongue explored each other's mouth battling for dominance. He ran one hand through her hair, further dishevelling it while his other hand slowly reached down to her chest, slowly exploring the area. The fabric of her thin top rubbed against her erect nipples as she moaned. He then gave them a soft twist as a slightly audible muffled moan escaped from her mouth. She was so lost in pleasure that she didn't mind his hands exploring her body. He then gently cupped and squeezed her small breast. Hermione couldn't control herself anymore as she also started exploring his body. Her left hand slowly reached down to his groin area. It stopped above the huge bulge caused by his hard penis. The thin fabric of the pyjama didn't help much to hide it. She traced the outline of his penis with her willowy fingers as Ivan groaned. She then wrapped her fingers around the penis with the thin fabric of the pyjama around it and started stroking gently.

"I... I think we shouldn't go any further." Ivan said as he separated himself from Hermione. Hermione also came to her senses as she blushed like crazy. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't look at Ivan properly. She quickly straightened her dishevelled shirt.

"Ivan, Hermione, come downstairs, lunch is ready." Mrs Mason voice diffused their awkward moment.

"Co-coming, mom!" Ivan stuttered. He then walked toward the closet for a pair of trousers.

Hermione's eyes lingered on the huge bulge on his groin area for a moment before she stood up, a red tint crept on her cheeks. Ivan didn't notice her gaze though.

"I-I am going out first," said Hermione awkwardly as she hurriedly left the room.

...

One evening in mid-October, Harold was waiting for the ingredients to be delivered to his apothecary shop. He had already purchased cauldrons, test tubes, stirrer and so on. He even set up a potion lab in the room at the back. It pretty much looked like an advanced chemistry laboratory with necessary equipment like beakers, pipette bulb, burner, coiled tube, different chemicals both concentrated and diluted. The laboratory looked very clean and hygienic. He named his apothecary, "Mystic Potions".

Beep! Beep!

A black coloured cuboidal box with a small circular button beeped loudly.

Harold picked the box and pressed the red button.

"Sir? Can you hear me?!" Micasa's voice rang out.

"Yes, I can hear you. Did something happened, Micasa?" asked Harold.

"Sir, minister Fudge is planning to interrogate Hermione."

"What?! Tell me everything!" shouted Harold.

"It was Malfoy's and undersecretary Umbridge's suggestion. They want to frame Hermione to undermine the muggle protection bill that was passed recently."

"What about Dumbledore? And Sirius? Where is he?" Harold asked.

"Sir, Dumbledore certainly knows about it but didn't protest. It seems he is also curious if she knows your whereabouts. And as for Sirius, he is of the same opinion. He is either in Dumbledore's control or his desire to know about your location overwhelmed his sense of righteousness."

There was a silence for a moment

"Sir! Umbridge along with some Aurors just apparated outside Granger residence!"

"What?! The nerve of that bitch! Did you prepare a negative-spin Quantum marker that I asked you earlier?" Harold

"Yes sir, I've put a temporary marker on the ground in the back of Granger's house."

"Stall them for few minutes or kill them if necessary, just don't let any harm come to Hermione or her family. I'm coming through." With that, Harold cut the phone.

...

In original dimension...

Ding! Dong!

The doorbell rang.

"Coming!" said Mrs Granger who was watching television. Beside her, Mr Granger was soundly sleeping. She passed through the dining hall and then through a corridor that led to the front door.

She opened the door to see a woman dressed in pink standing in front with about four men dressed in black robes.

"Who are you?" Mrs Granger asked.

Umbridge's face had a look of disgust. But she covered it with a fake smile.

"Well, I am senior undersecretary to the minister for magic. We are here for a muggleborn witch named Hermione Granger." She said while puffing up her chest.

"What do you need my daughter for?" asked Mrs Granger. She was suspicious of the woman in front of the women in the pink dress. She knew the woman had other motives.

"She is privy to some sensitive information that we need. She will be coming with us." Umbridge said in her usual high pitch voice. It sounded more like a demand.

"Why should I believe you? Do you have any legal documents?"

Umbridge's eyebrows twitched. She couldn't restrain herself anymore.

"Shut up you mudblood! You should listen to your betters." With that, she threw a stupefy spell at Mrs Granger. Mrs Granger was totally caught off guard at the sudden outburst of the woman. The spell just dispersed when it was about one foot away from Mrs Granger as if it collided with an invisible barrier. Umbridge, as well as the Aurors, were surprised at the sudden turn of events. But they didn't know that it was just the start.

[Scenario: Violent outbursts, the probability of harm to Granger family is High] A robotic voice resonated through the air. The space in front of Mrs Granger rippled as the tiny figure of Micasa simmered into existence. Her eyes were glowing bright red.

[Initiating Combat mode; Total number of target: 5; Anti-apparition field generated; Portkey dismantling ward activated; All the target in range; ] Both of her arms transformed into sabres.

"What creature are you?! Why did you interfere in the work of magical ministry," asked Umbridge in a demanding voice?

"You are incorrect. I am no creature. I am Intelligent Cute and Adorable Super Assistant of Mr Harold and I am in charge of Ms Hermione's and her family's protection." Micasa said with indifference. She turned around to face Mrs Granger.

"Mrs Granger, please return to your bedroom and lock the door and you don't have to worry about your daughter. She is safe. She is currently asleep in her room." said Micasa.

Mrs Granger nodded dumbly.

"What's happening, Emma? Who are you talking to?" A male voice came from inside.

"I-its..." Mrs Granger hesitated.

"Please return to your room, Mrs Granger." Insisted Micasa.

She hesitantly left and went upstairs for Hermione.

"Wha–?! No! You are not going anywhere, you mudblood!" Umbridge yelled as she threw stupefy spells but they just got dispersed by the invisible barrier created by Micasa. The Aurors also joined the fray. Umbridge was getting very frustrated as her face was purple with rage. She started throwing some dark curses like cruiatus curse, blood-boiling curse. The moment they took a step inside.

[Dark curse detected; Illegal intrusion; Initiating Immediate Subjugation] Again a robotic voice came from Micasa as her eyes now glowed with purple light. Four beams of bright yellow light shot from her tiny hand and hit the four Aurors simultaneously.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The four Aurors couldn't even move before they were knocked out as their unconscious body fell one by one on the ground.

"Wha–?! What did you do? Do you know who I am? I am–"

"– Senior Undersecretary to the minister for magic. Yes, I know." Micasa said she slowly flew toward the woman in a pink dress.

"Do-don't come near me, You filthy creature! I will have you arrested for assaulting a ministry official!" She shouted as she stumbled backwards. She looked nervous. She tried to apparate out of the house but couldn't. Micasa had already put up Anti-apparition field around the house.

Micasa knocked the obnoxious woman unconscious with a simple 'stupefy' spell.

"Uh-oh, I think I arrived late. Are they–?" Harold said standing outside the door. He

"No sir, they are not dead, just unconscious," Micasa confirmed.

"Phew! I thought you would kill them." Harold sighed with relief.

"They were a bunch of pathetic wizards. It was anticlimactic." Micasa said.

"Sir, why did it take so long for you to arrive?" Micasa asked.

"Well, the teleportation worked smoothly. I actually had to modify the portal at the other end so that, evil beings like Cthulhu couldn't access the portal to gain entry to this dimension, otherwise, it would be a disaster and also I was confident in your ability to keep the Granger family safe." Harold explained.

"Sir, what should we do with them?" Micasa asked pointing toward the unconscious body of Umbridge and the Aurors.

"Oh! Well, A visit to the ministry of magic is due then." Harold mumbled.

"Hm? Where is Hermione and her parents?" Harold asked.

"Sir, Ms Hermione is in her room currently asleep. Mrs Granger went to check Hermione. I had also put up a barrier around their room just to be safe." Micasa replied.

"Clare in Domo fidelius, non mihi secretum suum custodial volumes vobiscum," whispered Harold as he waved in a complex but fluid motion. A white light shot from his wand as it engulfed his whole body. Within a few moments, the light died down.

...

At the same time...

In headmaster's office, Hogwarts.

Dumbledore and Severus were talking about something. Suddenly their face blanked out for a moment before returning to normal.

"... as I was saying, Severus. According to my informants in the ministry, the undersecretary will be going to Granger residence – Severus, where was the Granger residence, again?" Dumbledore asked, confused, why he couldn't remember the address.

"Headmaster, it is located in– Why can't I remember?!" Snape exclaimed.

"Let me see." Dumbledore hurriedly went for the school registry book. It was actually an ancient artefact that contains the name and address of every magical child within England.

He skimmed through the pages as he reached the page that had Hermione's name on it. It showed:

Name: Hermione Jean Granger

Age: 13

Address: [...blank...]

Dumbledore had a thoughtful expression.

"It seems Miss Granger house is under a fidelius charm. It is the only way to evade the detection of Hogwarts's student's registry book," Dumbledore stated.

"But who could have cast it? Miss Granger might be very studious and way ahead of her peers in studies, but she doesn't have the power required to cast the fidelius spell." Snape speculated.

"Hmm... curious... someone's helping Ms Granger or the person doesn't want us to know what Ms Granger knows?" Dumbledore mumbled.

...

In the ministry of magic...

Minister Fudge was getting impatient waiting for Umbridge to show up.

"Why is it taking so long for Umbridge to show up?" Minister asked the witch standing beside him, "Why can't I remember where she went –?!" Minister Fudge exclaimed scaring the meek secretary beside him.

"M-minister, I-I also can't recall the address where the muggleborn witch lives." The secretary stuttered.

"Hurry and check the muggleborn registration book." Fudge said venting his bottled up frustration her.

"O-okay, sir." She quickly left the room to check the registry.

After a few minutes, she came back with the registry book in her hands.

"S-sir, the address section is blank." The witch said as she showed him the registry book. It read:

Name: Hermione Jean Granger

Father: Dan Granger

Mother: Emma Jean Granger

Date of Birth: 19 September 1979

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Address : [...blank...]

"What?! How?!" Fudge was baffled. He couldn't understand what was happening. After all, critical thinking was never his forte.

"S-sir, I think that her home is under the fidelius charm." The assistant stuttered.

"Fidelius?! But wh-who could do it?!" Fudge yelled.

"I-I don't know, s-sir."

...

In Granger residence...

"Micasa, tell me our current location," Harold said.

"We are currently at Ms Hermione's home located in (...Error...) – Sir! Did you put our location under fidelius?" Micasa guessed.

"Bingo! You're correct. The Granger residence is currently under the fidelius charm. And I am the secret keeper."

"But the caster of the spell and the secret keeper cannot be the same! How did you bypass the restriction, sir?" Micasa asked.

"Well you see, in the dimension, I was in, the soul magic was pretty advanced. There was a method to pseudo-partition your souls just like you partition your mindscape. So one part of the soul acts as the caster and the other part as the secret keeper. It's like virtual reality. It doesn't really split your soul and thus no side effects." Harold explained.

"Whatever, I think I should meet with Hermione. It's been three months since I last saw her. I missed her." Harold added as he headed toward her bedroom upstairs as directed by Micasa.

...

"What happened Mom?! What's happening downstairs?! I heard a woman shouting. Who was she?" Hermione asked.

"She said she was the senior undersecretary to the minister for magic." Mrs Granger exclaimed.

"What?! Why did she came here for?"

"She came for you?"

"Me?! Why?"

"I don't know exactly but she said you were privy to some information they needed." Mrs Granger paused and narrowed her eyes, "Do you?" She asked.

"What do I?... right! They probably want to know Harry's whereabouts. Harry warned me about them." Hermione muttered.

"Harry! You mean your friend Harry, you always talk about."

"Yes, Mom! He is practically a celebrity in a magical world! Famous as in 'Prince from Royal family' famous!" Hermione explained.

"Oh... Yes! I almost forgot! Hermione, do you happen to know any miniature flying and talking doll?! It was– "

"So you met with Micasa."

"So, Is that her name? What is she exactly? I have to thank her. She saved me from that horrid woman?"

"What happened, Mom?! Are you hurt?!" Hermione sounded worried. But before her mother could answer there was a knock on the door.

Knock! Knock!

"Who?!" Mrs Granger asked in alarm.

"Hello Mam, it's me Harry Potter, Hermione's classmate." Harold's voice came from outside.

"Harry?!" Hermione exclaimed as she ran to the door.

Click!

She opened the door hurriedly. Harold didn't even have the time react before Hermione jumped on him hugging him tightly.

"Hermione! Your Mom's watching!" Harold whispered.

She flushed red as she hurriedly separated herself from Harold.

"Hello, Mrs Granger. It's nice to meet you." Harold greeted her politely.

"Hello Harry, I heard a lot about you from Hermione. She always talks about you in her letters." Mrs Granger said politely as her eyes fell on the tiny female figure on Harold's right shoulder.

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce her. This is Micasa, my assistant." introduced Harold noticing Mrs Granger's gaze.

"Thank you for saving me earlier, Micasa." She thanked the little robot.

"No problem, Mrs Granger. I was tasked to protect Ms Hermione, you and your husband." Micasa replied in a monotone.

"Sorry for the trouble, Mrs Granger. The ministry's officials were here because of me. You don't have to worry though, I will personally settle the matter with Ministry." apologised Harold.

"And Granger residence is located in 21, Barnfield Rd., Crawley, England," Harold added as the look on Hermione's and her mother's face developed into a shocked expression.

"Now I remember– what spell did you use Harry?! I couldn't recall my current address no matter how hard I tried. It was so frustrating!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I had used Fidelius Charm to hide your location from the ministry of magic as well Dumbledore," Harold said.

"Can you–?"

"Yes, I will teach you but, not now, okay? I have to visit the ministry to announce my arrival," said Harold, "I will come tomorrow. Okay?"

Hermione nodded.

Harold went downstairs. He transfigured each of the five unconscious figures into sticks and put them inside his pocket. Then he vanished into thin air.

...

Outside the ministry...

Harold appeared, with Micasa sitting on his shoulder. They were both under disillusionment spell. He walked toward the huge building probably ten stories high.

He picked up an old, torn newspaper that dated back to one week ago. The front page showed a recent picture of him, underneath was written in bold black "Boy-who-lived is now Boy-who-vanished: Who is responsible?"

"It's time to settle some scores with the ministry."

to be continued...

A/N: Hello! And sorry for the 3-days late update. I was busy with studies.

And also I apologise for the erotic scene between Ivan and Hermione.

The writing was awkward 'cause I never experienced it. I am a 100% virgin. I never touched or kissed a girl much less have sex. It was due to the humiliation I suffered when I was in 10th grade.

I proposed to a girl. She was a friend of mine. She rejected me but not in the usual way. She did in front of my whole class. From that day many students made fun of me. I started losing confidence in myself and I barely talked to another girl after that day.

It's been 6 years already and I haven't recovered from that incident much.

Well, enough of my rambling.

See you in the next update.

The next chapter will include travelling to another dimension.