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Fandom: Harry Potter/The Sentinel. Relationship: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger. Rating: R for adult themes and language.

Warning: I hate Ron Weasley. Word Count: 1. 4,6. Summary: Harry comes online as a Sentinel after the war and is forced to face some very difficult realizations about the people around him. Part 1. Harry stilled and feigned unconsciousness at the sound of voices because he felt like shite and wasn’t in the mood to deal with Molly Weasley. The woman had become completely unreasonable in the eighteen months since the war because Harry hadn’t returned to Hogwarts and hadn’t started dating her daughter again.

Ron had, surprisingly enough, taken his side on both issues. Hermione had been reluctant at first but had quickly buckled down and made a study schedule for them to prepare for their NEWTs. Six months after the war, the three of them had taken their NEWTs and entered the Academy of Higher Magical Education.“Mum, this isn’t a good idea.”“Well, if you had followed the schedule, Ronald, he wouldn’t be sick.”“We should just tell him what Dumbledore said—about how he needs the suppression draught to control his magic. He might have fought it when he was young, but his magic is making him sick, so he’d accept it.”“No, he wouldn’t,” Molly snapped.

He was furious and accused us all of betraying him, and he nearly destroyed Hogwarts in a temper. We had to memory charm him extensively. He was nearly uncontrollable, and we have to do this for the greater good. I promised Albus I would see this done as long as Harry lives.”Harry forced himself to remain relaxed even as fury built up in his gut.

Her fingers pressing against his jaw made him want to gag, but he let her open his mouth and pour the potion down his throat. That it had no taste at all was horrifying, but good in a way because at least it confirmed he wasn’t being potioned with some sort of behavioral modification.“Ginny asked me to give him a love potion,” Ron confessed to his mother.“I told her no,” Molly snapped.

I told her, but Ginny said it was silly because she’d dosed him at Hogwarts.”“She gave him a jealousy potion and used an attraction charm,” Molly corrected with a huff. I’ll speak with her again.

If she gets caught giving him a behavior modification potion, she’ll go to Azkaban.”“Is the draught working? What if the healers start doing more tests on him?”“They won’t because his symptoms will be gone,” Molly said, and a spell hit him.

Harry barely refrained moving under it. It has to be done every two months, Ron. You can’t mess this up again.”“I won’t, Mum. I promise.”They left, and as soon as the door shut behind them, Harry slipped from the bed, went into the bathroom, and tried to throw up. He dry- heaved instead. The potion had been completely absorbed. It was shocking, as even pain medications, which were designed to work fast, often took at least five minutes to completely leave the stomach.

His mind was reeling from the ramifications—how long had they been dosing him? He stared at his reflection in the mirror. The unexplainable rash that had spread down the side of his neck three days ago was already gone. His skin wasn’t itching, and the ringing was gone from his ears. The draught she’d given him had obliterated the issues that had taken him out of the Academy and put him in a hospital bed in St. A part of him wanted to lash out immediately and murder his so- called best mate, but if the war had taught him anything, it was patience. He went back to bed and stared at the ceiling until his healer came around hours later to check on him.

After a few scans, he was released back the Academy with instructions to return if the rash came back. They’d also given him some pamphlets on textile and food allergies as they assumed he’d had an allergic reaction to something in his environment. He tossed the pamphlets in a trash can in the lobby of the Academy, and within a few minutes, was ushered into the end of year meeting. Ron sent him a relieved smile when Harry slipped into a chair beside him.

The urge to murder his oldest friend made him nauseous. Was Ron just a fool? Did he honestly believe that magical suppression was morally right? Hermione touched his wrist. Concern drifted over her beautiful face, and Harry just offered her a weak smile. He could tell she didn’t buy it for a moment. Her Guide gifts made hiding his emotional state a genuine job.

She squeezed gently then released him.“At this point, we’re ready to start you on your career path. Those interested in moving into auror training will select your course work with the DMLE trainers and those that will be pursuing a mastery will declare a major.”Harry’s anger just simmered in him as he waited for his name to be called. He couldn’t imagine going into the auror training program with Ron. His grades at the Academy were very good—he’d made sure of it because he hadn’t wanted to enter auror training with shitty grades and the implication that he was only accepted because he was a war hero.“Miss Granger, your program choice?”“Healing Arts as my primary focus, but I’d like to pursue a mastery in charms as well, Professor Dalton.”A few more names passed then it was Harry’s turn. Potter?”“Magical Law, Professor.”Dalton looked up from the parchment he was working on, clearly startled. Potter, the people at the DMLE training facility are eagerly waiting for your arrival.”Harry took a deep breath. A mastery in Magical Law was always on my plate, but I’d thought to pursue it privately after auror training.”Dalton nodded.

Harry knew he didn’t have the grades to follow either of them into mastery classes, so he hadn’t been concerned about that part of everything. Harry was living in the dorms despite Molly’s efforts to get him to share a room with Ron at the Burrow. They both followed him to his room, and Ron barely allowed the door to shut before he exploded.“What the fuck, Harry?

Being an auror is all you’ve ever talked about!”“I mentioned it during career counseling when I fifteen, Ron.” Harry threw himself on his bed and pushed the anger down deep. He couldn’t afford to give himself away or he’d end up memory charmed again. As much as he wanted to trust Hermione, he didn’t know if he could handle them both if she were in on it.

It’s nothing more complicated than that. Maybe in a year I’ll feel differently, but I’m not in the right headspace for auror work.”“Fine whatever! You could’ve told me in advance!” Ron slammed out of the room without giving him time to respond. Hermione sat down on the edge of his bed. Why are you so mad, Harry?” She touched his hand, and after a few seconds, laced her fingers with his.

Her fingers tightened briefly in his. I know he still thinks I’ll eventually give in and date him, but he’s terrible, Harry. He’s lazy and ill- tempered and judgmental and selfish and. Some days, he’s fine then a situation will come up when he’s made to feel inferior to you through no fault of your own, and the resentment that burns in him is like a fire.”He’d never asked her about her gifts and how she managed them—in truth, he’d envied her when she’d come online during their fifth year. Hermione never had to wonder if someone was lying to her or betraying her.

A lot of people would abuse my gifts given the ability to control me, so I have to be very careful. Ron’s the sort who would see me as a path to making money with the least amount of work possible. He actually tried to get me to help him cheat on his NEWTs and didn’t believe me when I told him I couldn’t give him answers telepathically.”Harry sighed and looked down at their hands. He’d never bothered to hide his attraction to her, but she’d never brought it up. Though she’d also never been so blunt about Ron either.“How do you feel?” She touched his neck where the rash had been and frowned. He wanted to trust her so much—Hermione had never once given him a reason to believe she’d betray him, but what had happened at St.