Harry Potter: Love's Second Chance

Twenty minutes later, they were in the Owlry. Hermione's letter to her parents proved to be a challenge. She remembered that she'd not been able to write them much during the fifth year since Umbridge had curtailed communications, but she could not remember what she might have told them. She was also faced with making sure she didn't reference anything that her parents might not have told her yet. She ended up writing a long letter that didn't say much but stressed that everything was fine. She then told them that the Headmaster would personally be around soon to increase magical protection at their house.

While Hermione battled with the letter, Harry sat on a pile of straw talking to Hedwig. The loss of the owl had been brutal and this was the first time he'd come up to see the owl since they had come back in time. When he'd first laid eyes on his friend for so many years he'd been unable to contain the tears that had fallen.

"Hedwig," Harry said gently. "You will never be in a cage again. I just want you to fly to Sirius or Hermione's parents' home instead of being caged," The owl nuzzled Harry's face. "You're now as much Hermione's as you are mine. She's my wife so you obey her as you would me."

Hedwig looked questioningly at Harry and then flew off his shoulder and landed softly on Hermione's as to say she understood. She gave a quiet 'prek' and looked at her new mistress with her large yellow eyes.

Hermione returned the gaze of the owl and smiled. "So you'll share Harry with me?"

The owl gave another 'prek'.

Hermione looked over at Harry. "I'll tell Crookshanks the same thing, but don't expect much. He doesn't even obey me...he's a cat."

Harry grinned as he enjoyed the sight of Hedwig on Hermione's shoulder. He then thought of the stuffed owls and cages the others had that night at Privet Drive to fool Death Eaters and he shook his head as he remembered what it had led to. "Why didn't I just let you fly free then?" He said to the owl. His eyes moved to his wife who was looking back at him as she felt his sadness. "Why did you have those cages and Hedwigs? I mean it was one more thing to have burdened all of the teams. I could have sent Hedwig days earlier or with the Dursleys to be released once they were far enough away."

"I don't remember who suggested it," Hermione replied softly as she looked up. "I was just worried about you getting out of there alive."

"So did you like being me?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Let's just say that riding a Thestral as you was a bit more painful than riding one as me," Hermione replied. "Though I never thought to actually examine..." She trailed off as she thought again of the two year older Harry causing her to blush. It was a couple of minutes before Hermione's attention went back to the note to her parents as Harry sat silently waiting.

While Harry waited his mind turned back to that day of escaping from Privet Drive. He looked at Hermione who still had Hedwig on her shoulder. As his wife reached up and absentmindedly stroked the owl, Harry could see a glint of gold around her neck. "The Time Turner," He thought as he realized what it was. He suddenly straightened up. "I know how to do it," He exclaimed.

"Do what?"

"Make Dumbledore think you killed Voldemort," Harry replied.

Hermione looked up curiously at her husband.

"Polyjuice Potion and the Time Turner," Harry said. "I think the best time to hit Voldemort is right after he tries to kill me. It really hurt him and he was down on the ground maybe even unconscious. If he's alone he should be vulnerable at that time."

"But you were out at the same time you said," Hermione replied and then she realized what Harry meant by the time turner. "So we go into whatever we are planning with the intention of going back in time. Polyjuice?"

Harry nodded. "You got to be me so it's only fair I get to be you."

"Are you sure you won't be looking down your shirt or at my bits instead of battling Voldemort?" Hermione asked with a wry grin. The grin vanished as she started thinking through the possibility. "But if you are serious about it, I'll need to start brewing it soon. We'll need to have you change a couple of times before you need to fight."

"Why?"

"I wasn't joking about parts of me, or I should say you, hurting on that Thestral," Hermione replied, "but I also wasn't balanced correctly," At the confused look on Harry's face she explained. "As much as you find my breasts fascinating, they are part of my body mass and have to be balanced. I do it naturally but when I was you, I found myself not feeling quite balanced right. If you plan on fighting Voldemort as me, you better plan on getting used to moving as me. It'll at least tell us if it's possible for you to do it," She finished. "I'm not going to lose you just to get back at Dumbledore."

"Do I get to look down my shirt when I'm NOT fighting?" Harry asked causing Hermione to roll her eyes.

"Wished it could make you me during that time of the month...see what you think then," Hermione smirked.

All of a sudden Harry wondered if becoming Hermione was such a good idea.

"Finished," Hermione said as she folded the letter a little later and attached it to Hedwig's leg. "Take it to my house Hedwig," She said. "Give it to my mother."

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