Harry Potter: Love's Second Chance

"To try to guess what goes on in the mind of Voldemort is useless," Hermione replied. "Though I guess if anyone can, it would be Dumbledore. The two of them are very much alike. As much as I don't really care for chess, this is very much like it. Voldemort is the dark king, Dumbledore is the white. They each maneuver their pieces trying to achieve victory. One has never cared for any of his pieces while the other has forgotten what they are except a way to defeat Voldemort," She reached over and picked up some of the gemstones in her hands and let them trickle back into the bowl. "There's a fortune in this room," She muttered as she then reached for a long forgotten book. She noticed it had the stamp of the Hogwarts Library. She huffed. "How can anyone just leave a library book in here? Other students need them."

"Focus Hermione," Harry said as he eased the book out of her hand. "We can collect them and give them back to the library when we get a chance."

It was late afternoon when the door to the room opened. An enchanted voice called out. "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr Longbottom, Miss Lovegood?"

When the four teenagers made it to the front they found the Headmaster looking at them. "I stopped by to see if you've had any success," Dumbledore stated as he gazed around the room.

"Not yet sir," Harry lied. "But we're still looking. We cleared out an area there..." He pointed to a place where a table and chairs now stood in a cleared out area. "And found table and chairs so we can eat in here as well. We'll find it sir. We know how important it is."

"I have no doubt," Dumbledore replied. "Well I'll leave you be. I have warded the hallway outside of this room so only you four and professors can enter it."

"Thank you."

Dumbledore gave Harry a long but friendly look. Harry felt no Legilimency so he gave the Headmaster a nod. Finally Dumbledore turned left the room.

"We now have several days in here, so what should we do?" Harry asked.

"I need to look at the Vanishing Cabinet," Hermione replied. "Do we know if Kreacher was able to buy the other one?"

"I never asked Sirius," Harry replied and pulled out the mirror. Sirius let him know that Kreacher had purchased it but it wouldn't be delivered until the next day.

"How are you having it delivered?" Hermione asked. "Your house can't be seen?"

"It's Bogins," Sirius laughed. "You don't think they have customers who want things delivered to places they don't want known? They were told they'd be met down the street and to have the cabinet fully wrapped. I've told Kingsley that I am having a piece of furniture being delivered so he and Remus will even be helping me bring it in the house," He smiled. "I've explained to them that since you're coming to live here full time you need a bedroom that's yours and you'll not being sharing one with Ron. I also ordered you a new bed which will be delivered around the same time," He winked at Harry. "The best place to hide something is in plain sight."

"And no one will get suspicious when we're ready to move it to the Grangers?"

"From a teenage boy who decides he doesn't like the furniture his godfather picked out?" Sirius asked. "We'll tell everyone that it's being taken back to the store and Kreacher, along with your elves can get it to the Grangers."

"Very nice plan," Harry said.

"Thanks," Sirius replied beaming.

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances as they told each other how much Sirius had changed once he'd been included and shown his talents were needed.

The next few days passed quickly. Hermione and Luna studied the cabinet, while Neville and Harry along with the elves started organizing some of the stuff in the room. When Dumbledore stopped by the next day, they explained they thought it would be easier if they organized the room as they went. By the next day they had already accumulated twenty-eight usable brooms, six dozen chairs, several swords and other weaponry including a jewel encrusted battle axe and a matching dagger along with eight crates full of odds and ends that might be useful. After taking a nasty bite from a fanged frisbee, he and Neville had been tossing around, Harry decided to take a break and see if Madam Hooch wanted the brooms they'd found.

"What is it Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom?" The flying instructor asked as they came into her office carrying the brooms.

"We were cleaning out an old room..." Harry started with the agreed upon story. "And we came across these brooms. We thought we'd ask you if you could use them before we threw them away."

Madam Hooch started looking the brooms over, mentioning one thing being wrong or another. Several of them she sat aside. Those she said could definitely be used in her beginner's class. When there were only three left she gasped as she saw what she held. "This...this is an Oakshaft 79 and it's almost in perfect condition," When neither Harry nor Neville made any indication of recognition she elaborated. "This broom is a collectible, priceless. It was this type of broom that made the first broom flight across the Atlantic," She looked back down at the broom and ran her hand over the handle. "Where did you get this?"

"Just a room filled with old junk," Harry replied. "It probably belongs to the school by now."

"I...I'll make sure it's taken care of then," Madam Hooch said still gazing longingly at the broom.

Yes ma'am."

The flying instructor never even noticed when the two students left her office.

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