Chapter 32: Hermione
Hermione was really his best friend, the closest thing to true family he had. but sometimes her need to know everything could go out of control.
Right now, he was sitting on the pink sheets of a bed in a light pink-painted girlish room, being stared down by an angry brown-haired witch. "Harry James Potter, talk!"
Harry could just chuckle. "Hermione... Just because you're my best friend doesn't mean you get to know all my secrets."
"Yes, it does, Harry. Friends tell each other everything." Hermione started.
"Really? So what color are your knickers?" He asked cheekily.
"That's none of your business, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
"But Hermione, friends tell each other everything." Harry parroted her words back at her. Hermione just started sputtering, not knowing how to respond to that.
"Everyone has secrets, Hermione. Would I like to know all those secrets? Sure, is it really any of my business? Nope, not unless it directly affects me."
"But Harry, what happens to you does directly affect me. I worry, and..." she said, a bit downcast.
Harry once again pulled her into a hug, which startled Hermione a bit. Harry had never initiated a hug by himself. "I always meant to tell you everything, including the color of my underwear, if you want to know. Do you trust me? It's easier to believe if I show you instead of just telling you."
"I do, Harry. Never doubt it. I care about you, Harry; that's why I'm always wanting to know what's going on." Hermione admitted that a pink blush was marring her face.
"I know Hermione; what I meant was, are you ready to go on a small excursion?" Harry replied, chuckling; her direct admission shocked him a bit. For Pansy and Hathor, he at most felt lust right now, which was fuelled by the Memories of Osiris, since his emotions in that regard changed thanks to them. But Hermione was different; she was Hermione.
"Well, I just returned. But Mom and Dad should have nothing against it if I go out for a few hours. I will just tell them." She said before she ran out of the room for a minute or so, before she came back, "I am ready."
Harry held out his hand and said, "Then let's go."
She took his hand, and he side-walked them a bit outside of London, not far from where she lived.
"That is just outside of Hampstead Garden Suburb, not even a kilometer away from my home; you want to tell me you were here all the time?" She was confused.
"No, stand beside me." He said with a grin, pulling Hermione back to him, before he mentally activated the Ring Transporter of his Tel'tak, which is his ship to travel on Earth.
As soon as they materialized, Storm Hermione broke out. "What is this, Harry? How did we get here? What were these rings and that light? Was that magic?"
"Slow down, Hermione, in order. This is a spaceship that once belonged to Osiris. through the Ring Transporter. They are the Ring Transporter, and not magic; it's a piece of technology that dematerialized us, turned us into energy, and sent us up here into this ship, where we materialized once again." Harry explained as he opened the cockpit, showing her Earth below them.
For a moment, it looked like Hermiones brain shortcircuited, staring down at the beautiful blue planet below them. "A space ship... wait, Osirsi, like the Egyptian god?"
"Yes, he was an alien like all of them. A parasite with a god complex likes to take humans as hosts. Osiris is kind of inside of me."Harry admitted sheepishly.
"Wait, wait… A parasite… What happened to you, Harry?" Hermione asked, completely confused and a bit scared now.
"Well, you remember the Hollows; they returned to me... It turns out they were Merlin's Legacy, who was technically an alien too. Of a race that were the ancestors of all mankind," he began to retell everything that happened to him. From gaining the knowledge of the Ancients and Osiris trying to possess him to starting to build his own empire
And Hermione intently listened to him, her eyes not leaving him. There was also worry in her eyes; when he stopped, she said, "Wow, that's a lot to take in." before she once again looked at him, "How do I know I am really talking to Harry? After all, conquering planets, building an empire, capturing slaves, brainwashing, doesn't sound like Harry."
"I admit, I am not completely the Harry you are familiar with. Experiencing the life of Osiris has changed me, giving me new desires that are quite different from my values. But the Galaxy is a dangerous place. I am improving these people's lives, but I also need to be careful about betrayal. Amongst my people are already a few dozen Spy's from different Masters." Harry admitted, "But in my core, I am still the Harry you know, just with a lot more experiences. I am ready to let you look into my mind. I trust you, Hermione."
"You want me to look into your mind? With legitimacy?" she asked, still worried.
"Yes, I know that you know how it works. At the latest, in our fifth year, you looked it up in the library. I want to show you who I am!" These were his honest words; he wanted Hermione back.
"Okay, I will do it." Hermione nodded; she pulled her Wand out. She had still believed that he was Harry, wouldn't hurt her, and didn't pull her wand instinctively out before. "Ready?"
"Yes, but don't go too deep. The sheer amount in there is too dangerous to look at through legitimacy."Harry warned as he lowered his mental defenses.
Hermione pointed her wand at him and entered his mind. He showed her honestly what he was feeling, what he wanted, and why he was here. He shared everything without endangering her with too much knowledge of the ancients. Even with a repository of knowledge, it was dangerous to download all that knowledge, and it was adapting the brain to fit that knowledge. The Mind Arts were doing nothing of the like; they would put the knowledge unfiltered into the mind, which was too much even for a witch or wizard without the adaptation of the repository.
Once Hermione was out of his mind, she looked into his eyes for a few minutes, saying nothing. "That's how you feel about me? Harry I feel the same; I have always have loved you. I thought you didn't feel for me like that. It always seemed like you were in love with Ginny," she muttered.
"Yeah, strangely, I don't feel like that anymore. Not sure what changed." Harry said there was a slight suspicion in his mind now that he thought about it. He had heard Mrs. Weasley talking about love potioning Mr. Weasley as a young girl before. But he had no proof right now that it was what happened; he wasn't even sure if it was Ginny who followed her mother's story or Mrs. Weasley who felt she was giving things a slight push in the right direction.
"But you want me to become an empress. Even take a Magus Symbiote myself that you specifically designed for me. Share you with other women. She said, slightly hurt, "Watch you bring war onto the Galaxy. You know that this goes against my values!"
"I know, and that's why I need you by my side." Harry admitted, "You are the one thing that can keep me from becoming a monster."I need you, Hermione. You are the one thing that can balance out Osiris influence over me. You have seen what I wish to build. What is out there? You are the person who can make sure my dream becomes reality! A better future!"
Hermione hestiated, an inner conflict on her face, until she came to a decision and kissed Harry, "I will do it. I agree with your plans for the Goa'uld and how you treat them. But I am responsible for the inner structure of the empire. I will dedicate my life to building an ideal society for everyone. You are Harry, but changed, and I accept sharing you. But I am your number one."
"That's what I hoped for." Harry said as he kissed her.
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