A/N. Hi everyone like I said before
this is my first fanfic but if I do say so myself I'm getting the hang of
it ~lol sorry anywayz I would love it if you people read this and I will
totally love you if you review and if you have questions I'll try my best
to answer. ~Oh yeah I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters I'm
only using them to work out my fingers. And to tell you I wrote this whole
chapter while listening to Cry Me A River and it was like 11 at night so
sorry for any grammar mistakes or any sentences that just don't make sense.
You guys are all smart little readers so I guess you could make it out. ~
Buh Byes for now and please have a good day.(what are you doing still
reading this go read the first chappy!!!)
Chapter 1~ The Phone Call
Harry Potter woke up early, again like usual for the past week once he got home from Hogwarts. He missed the place already but that sort of thing is reasonable when you've got an aunt who makes you cook even if you despise it, an uncle who if he wouldn't get in trouble beat you up then throw you out of the house, and a now really big cousin who looks at you like you told him he was going to marry you but still stays as far away from you as possible.
He just couldn't stand it anymore he wanted to get out of this place forever and never have to set foot back in this horrible nightmare people call a house. All of a sudden he was snapped out of his thoughts by the low bellow of an angry Uncle Vernon. "Boy get your arse down here you've got a telephone call."
Harry was dumbstruck. 'I told Ron not to call me anymore after that certain fiasco that year. Who else would be calling me?'
"Boy hurry up I don't want to hold the phone for you any longer than I actually have to." Uncle Vernon called up the stairs getting even more aggravated by the second.
"I'm coming, don't loose your pants. Nobody wants to see that now do we!? Harry said back to Uncle Vernon but mumbled that latter part because he's smart enough to know what to and not to say around here to keep his head fully attached.
Harry bolted down the stairs as fast as he could with out loosing his balance. The bad thing about this whole rushing thing was that a he ran smack dab into something that made him fall to the ground. 'What the hell was that!? Did I just run into a wall!? ' When he decided to look up at the dreaded thing that made him fall flat on the floor he wasn't to surprised to see an extremely angry but also terrified Dudley.
"What is your problem Potter? I do not need some kind of freak trying to kill me by ramming into me and making me fall down the stairs!" Dudley said flabbergasted but also trying to inch away as slowly as possible so Harry wouldn't find out that Dudley was scared to death of what Harry might do to him for saying something like that.
"What do mean what is my problem? You're the one who takes up the whole hall way!? Why don't you try and loose a couple of those pounds. You know I could probably do a little spell to help you, you know a little 'alacazam' here and there. You'll be good as knew." Harry said delightedly as he looked at the face Dudley was making. He could barely hold in his fit of laughter.
"Boy what are you doing I said hurry up or I'll hang up the phone!?" Uncle Vernon boomed up the stairs. Harry looked back up to the spot where Dudley had been standing in ten seconds ago, but was dumbfounded when he saw an empty hallway.
Harry walked into the kitchen and took the phone from the steaming Uncle Vernon. When he took the phone Uncle Vernon shot him a deadly glare.
"Took you long enough. Listen to me boy I don't want you to be on the phone to long I'm waiting for an important phone call. You are even lucky for me to be letting you talk on the phone at such a critical moment." Uncle Vernon lectured on to Harry.
"Yes, thank you very much for letting me use the phone for a little bit." Harry said in a very noticeably fake sweet tone. Harry took the phone and started to hesitantly put it up to his ear in case it was Ron again even if Harry told him not to call him again.
"Hello? May I ask who is calling?" Harry said quietly to maybe give Ron a hint that you don't need to yell to be heard. To his amazement he heard a slightly quiet voice that sounded quite familiar.
"Harry!? Is it really you?" asked a quite terrified sounding voice on the other end say.
Finally it clicked. "Herm!? Is that you? It's so good to hear from you. I was having a completely bad.." Harry started to slow down as he realized that there was a sad teary tone to her voice. "Herm what's wrong is something the matter!?" Harry knew he sounded like a concerned older brother but that's what he felt like right now.
"Harry something horrible has happened. I was coming home from going to the mall with a couple of my friends and I found." all of a sudden she burst into heart wrenching sobs that could soften even Malfoy's cold heart.
"Herm. Tell me what's the matter please tell me you know I can't take suspense." He tried to lighten up the girl on the other side.
"I can't say it, it's to sad. No it isn't, it isn't even true this would not happen to me! Me the know-it-all Granger , top of her class, muggle born!!! No this can't be happening to me!" She half screamed half cried to particularly nobody.
"Herm. Please tell me what's the matter with you. Your killing me." Harry said still waiting for her to spill why she was so sad. 'Harry think these might not even be sad tears, maybe she got like Prefect or something. No that can't be she wouldn't have said this can not be happening to her. Oh well, Potter listen that's why she called you right? . I hope so.'
"Harry how could you say something like that when I'm like this and what happened!?" She practically screamed in his ear. 'Well at least we know that she's not totally gone ballistic she's still lecturing me.'
"Herm I don't even know what this whole thing is about so if you want me to start being sympathetic you better tell me!" Harry yelled at her getting very aggravated by each one her now quieting sobs.
"Ok fine I'll tell you but you know you don't have to be so freakin insensitive about it!" She yelled back at him finally getting at least half of her wits back.
"I'm sorry but I'm going to get into even more trouble with Uncle Vernon than I already am." Harry said sympathetically to the crying person on the other end.
"Harry..mmy parents are.dead." With the last word Hermione broke down into screaming cries of agony that seemed to hurt every part of her body.
"Oh god Herm I am so sorry I had no idea. Sorry to sound rude but do they know how?" Harry said hesitantly trying to calm her down while asking a dreadful question like that.
"Yes. It was that good for nothing piece of shit." Hermione at first whispered the name or maybe I was just temporarily deaf. 'Harry was amazed that perfect little Hermione Gran. no what are you talking about Potter she just lost her parents. You know what she feels like, well not exactly because she actually knew them' said a little voice in the back of his head said.
"Uumm..Herm? I really have no clue who you are talking about." Harry said so he could know who did this and go kill them for it. No one can make Hermione this mad and get away with it if it was up to him or herself for that matter.
"Harry it was. You-kn.no you know what I'm gonna say his real fucking name.Voldermort! "When she said this it chilled Harry to the bone not just because he had awful nightmares about him and he wanted him dead but also because of the way she said it, it was like she was tasting blood when she said the dreadful name.
"Oh God. No it can't be, are you sure it was him?" Harry asked it disbelief that it was possibly that.thing. 'He doesn't even deserve the term human or even inhuman he's just nothing.'
"Harry I'm positive it was him he wrote to me on the wall. Harry I'm scared he knows me. He knows my secrets and he knows it scares me." She said in a chilling whisper that made Harry's blood run cold.
"What kind of secrets Herm?" Harry asked semi confused semi frightened of what his best friend had just said.
"Harry that's not the point maybe I'll tell you them later.much later." She said in that still bone chillingly scared voice she had used before. "Harry I don't know what to do I have no one else to go to and Ron is on vacation in Romania." Hermione said half-heartedly.
"Well Herm I really don't know..hold on I'll be right back." Harry said in quite a happy voice considering the certain circumstances.
Harry ran into the living room where he found everybody kneeling on the floor trying to catch the conversation that he was having. 'Ok here goes nothing they'll probably say no anyways.'
"Uncle Vernon? My friend is in a lot of trouble and if I don't help her she'll probably die and I know you really don't care about my friends but she's not totally like me her parents are like you no magic. So maybe I could go get her and bring her back here.oh yeah and once we can we'll go to Ron's house so we'll be out of your way." Harry said sort of fast so it took a while for Uncle Vernon to understand.
"Well we wouldn't want to be the cause of a young girls death so." he paused for a second to think this over. "When will you be able to go back over your other friends house?" Uncle Vernon was still contemplating.
"Oh only like a week or two and we'll stay out of your way and out of the house as much as possible." Harry said hopefully.
"Very well, very well now boy listen if this is a lie to just get one of your friends over here I'll." Uncle Vernon said threateningly to make him seem mean because he was actually doing something nice for the boy.
"No she really is in a lot of trouble and here is the safest place she could be." Harry wasn't actually sure about that last part but he though it might help.
"Well what are you doing just standing there? Did you not just say she was in trouble? "Uncle Vernon said very angrily, and while Harry dashed out of the room he heard Vernon mumble something along the lines of 'insolent boy'.
He got back into the kitchen and picked up the phone off the counter and put it to his ear to tell her. "Herm guess what!? You can come here and stay with me until we can go to Ron's!" Harry said excitedly into the phone.
What he heard or lack of was silence then faintly he heard one of those bloody murder screams that are famous in those old horror movies. He started to freak. 'Maybe it was just her still crying or maybe she saw them or something' (I know morbid much but hey) "Herm??? Are you there? Please be there..HERM!!!!
A/N. Sorry if for those of you in Europe or whatever or anywhere who doesn't know exactly what I say when I say stuff. You have to work with me here I'm from New England. (not that that's a bad thing or nothing. ~lol)
Chapter 1~ The Phone Call
Harry Potter woke up early, again like usual for the past week once he got home from Hogwarts. He missed the place already but that sort of thing is reasonable when you've got an aunt who makes you cook even if you despise it, an uncle who if he wouldn't get in trouble beat you up then throw you out of the house, and a now really big cousin who looks at you like you told him he was going to marry you but still stays as far away from you as possible.
He just couldn't stand it anymore he wanted to get out of this place forever and never have to set foot back in this horrible nightmare people call a house. All of a sudden he was snapped out of his thoughts by the low bellow of an angry Uncle Vernon. "Boy get your arse down here you've got a telephone call."
Harry was dumbstruck. 'I told Ron not to call me anymore after that certain fiasco that year. Who else would be calling me?'
"Boy hurry up I don't want to hold the phone for you any longer than I actually have to." Uncle Vernon called up the stairs getting even more aggravated by the second.
"I'm coming, don't loose your pants. Nobody wants to see that now do we!? Harry said back to Uncle Vernon but mumbled that latter part because he's smart enough to know what to and not to say around here to keep his head fully attached.
Harry bolted down the stairs as fast as he could with out loosing his balance. The bad thing about this whole rushing thing was that a he ran smack dab into something that made him fall to the ground. 'What the hell was that!? Did I just run into a wall!? ' When he decided to look up at the dreaded thing that made him fall flat on the floor he wasn't to surprised to see an extremely angry but also terrified Dudley.
"What is your problem Potter? I do not need some kind of freak trying to kill me by ramming into me and making me fall down the stairs!" Dudley said flabbergasted but also trying to inch away as slowly as possible so Harry wouldn't find out that Dudley was scared to death of what Harry might do to him for saying something like that.
"What do mean what is my problem? You're the one who takes up the whole hall way!? Why don't you try and loose a couple of those pounds. You know I could probably do a little spell to help you, you know a little 'alacazam' here and there. You'll be good as knew." Harry said delightedly as he looked at the face Dudley was making. He could barely hold in his fit of laughter.
"Boy what are you doing I said hurry up or I'll hang up the phone!?" Uncle Vernon boomed up the stairs. Harry looked back up to the spot where Dudley had been standing in ten seconds ago, but was dumbfounded when he saw an empty hallway.
Harry walked into the kitchen and took the phone from the steaming Uncle Vernon. When he took the phone Uncle Vernon shot him a deadly glare.
"Took you long enough. Listen to me boy I don't want you to be on the phone to long I'm waiting for an important phone call. You are even lucky for me to be letting you talk on the phone at such a critical moment." Uncle Vernon lectured on to Harry.
"Yes, thank you very much for letting me use the phone for a little bit." Harry said in a very noticeably fake sweet tone. Harry took the phone and started to hesitantly put it up to his ear in case it was Ron again even if Harry told him not to call him again.
"Hello? May I ask who is calling?" Harry said quietly to maybe give Ron a hint that you don't need to yell to be heard. To his amazement he heard a slightly quiet voice that sounded quite familiar.
"Harry!? Is it really you?" asked a quite terrified sounding voice on the other end say.
Finally it clicked. "Herm!? Is that you? It's so good to hear from you. I was having a completely bad.." Harry started to slow down as he realized that there was a sad teary tone to her voice. "Herm what's wrong is something the matter!?" Harry knew he sounded like a concerned older brother but that's what he felt like right now.
"Harry something horrible has happened. I was coming home from going to the mall with a couple of my friends and I found." all of a sudden she burst into heart wrenching sobs that could soften even Malfoy's cold heart.
"Herm. Tell me what's the matter please tell me you know I can't take suspense." He tried to lighten up the girl on the other side.
"I can't say it, it's to sad. No it isn't, it isn't even true this would not happen to me! Me the know-it-all Granger , top of her class, muggle born!!! No this can't be happening to me!" She half screamed half cried to particularly nobody.
"Herm. Please tell me what's the matter with you. Your killing me." Harry said still waiting for her to spill why she was so sad. 'Harry think these might not even be sad tears, maybe she got like Prefect or something. No that can't be she wouldn't have said this can not be happening to her. Oh well, Potter listen that's why she called you right? . I hope so.'
"Harry how could you say something like that when I'm like this and what happened!?" She practically screamed in his ear. 'Well at least we know that she's not totally gone ballistic she's still lecturing me.'
"Herm I don't even know what this whole thing is about so if you want me to start being sympathetic you better tell me!" Harry yelled at her getting very aggravated by each one her now quieting sobs.
"Ok fine I'll tell you but you know you don't have to be so freakin insensitive about it!" She yelled back at him finally getting at least half of her wits back.
"I'm sorry but I'm going to get into even more trouble with Uncle Vernon than I already am." Harry said sympathetically to the crying person on the other end.
"Harry..mmy parents are.dead." With the last word Hermione broke down into screaming cries of agony that seemed to hurt every part of her body.
"Oh god Herm I am so sorry I had no idea. Sorry to sound rude but do they know how?" Harry said hesitantly trying to calm her down while asking a dreadful question like that.
"Yes. It was that good for nothing piece of shit." Hermione at first whispered the name or maybe I was just temporarily deaf. 'Harry was amazed that perfect little Hermione Gran. no what are you talking about Potter she just lost her parents. You know what she feels like, well not exactly because she actually knew them' said a little voice in the back of his head said.
"Uumm..Herm? I really have no clue who you are talking about." Harry said so he could know who did this and go kill them for it. No one can make Hermione this mad and get away with it if it was up to him or herself for that matter.
"Harry it was. You-kn.no you know what I'm gonna say his real fucking name.Voldermort! "When she said this it chilled Harry to the bone not just because he had awful nightmares about him and he wanted him dead but also because of the way she said it, it was like she was tasting blood when she said the dreadful name.
"Oh God. No it can't be, are you sure it was him?" Harry asked it disbelief that it was possibly that.thing. 'He doesn't even deserve the term human or even inhuman he's just nothing.'
"Harry I'm positive it was him he wrote to me on the wall. Harry I'm scared he knows me. He knows my secrets and he knows it scares me." She said in a chilling whisper that made Harry's blood run cold.
"What kind of secrets Herm?" Harry asked semi confused semi frightened of what his best friend had just said.
"Harry that's not the point maybe I'll tell you them later.much later." She said in that still bone chillingly scared voice she had used before. "Harry I don't know what to do I have no one else to go to and Ron is on vacation in Romania." Hermione said half-heartedly.
"Well Herm I really don't know..hold on I'll be right back." Harry said in quite a happy voice considering the certain circumstances.
Harry ran into the living room where he found everybody kneeling on the floor trying to catch the conversation that he was having. 'Ok here goes nothing they'll probably say no anyways.'
"Uncle Vernon? My friend is in a lot of trouble and if I don't help her she'll probably die and I know you really don't care about my friends but she's not totally like me her parents are like you no magic. So maybe I could go get her and bring her back here.oh yeah and once we can we'll go to Ron's house so we'll be out of your way." Harry said sort of fast so it took a while for Uncle Vernon to understand.
"Well we wouldn't want to be the cause of a young girls death so." he paused for a second to think this over. "When will you be able to go back over your other friends house?" Uncle Vernon was still contemplating.
"Oh only like a week or two and we'll stay out of your way and out of the house as much as possible." Harry said hopefully.
"Very well, very well now boy listen if this is a lie to just get one of your friends over here I'll." Uncle Vernon said threateningly to make him seem mean because he was actually doing something nice for the boy.
"No she really is in a lot of trouble and here is the safest place she could be." Harry wasn't actually sure about that last part but he though it might help.
"Well what are you doing just standing there? Did you not just say she was in trouble? "Uncle Vernon said very angrily, and while Harry dashed out of the room he heard Vernon mumble something along the lines of 'insolent boy'.
He got back into the kitchen and picked up the phone off the counter and put it to his ear to tell her. "Herm guess what!? You can come here and stay with me until we can go to Ron's!" Harry said excitedly into the phone.
What he heard or lack of was silence then faintly he heard one of those bloody murder screams that are famous in those old horror movies. He started to freak. 'Maybe it was just her still crying or maybe she saw them or something' (I know morbid much but hey) "Herm??? Are you there? Please be there..HERM!!!!
A/N. Sorry if for those of you in Europe or whatever or anywhere who doesn't know exactly what I say when I say stuff. You have to work with me here I'm from New England. (not that that's a bad thing or nothing. ~lol)