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HARRY
POTTER AND THE ONE THING YOU JUST CAN'T TAKE
By:
Fantasy Queen
Chapter
one: Why Her?
Harry
sat on the couch there was no sound in the room at all. Ron walked in. They had
been roommates for awhile now. Even before the incident. They both looked like
they had been to hell and back, and that's just how they felt. Yes, they had
defeated the dark Lord, but at what price. On the calender the date was circled
in red in the circle read the words "Hermione's Birthday", and on another date
circled in red twenty two days earlier read "Anniversary of First Day at
Hogwarts" It had a giant slash going through it telling them that September
first had past, but now it was September 22. This was one of the hardest days
Harry and Ron had ever felt.
"Hey."
Ron said in a wistful way.
"I've
always wondered if I had been there to do something, anything. Ron I let her
die." Harry stumbled.
"Harold
James Potter, you did everything you could to keep her alive!" Ron had to push
through the tears.
"But
She's dead, Hermione's dead." Harry said turning away from Ron.
"I
know, but we avenged her, remember." Ron tried to cheer up Harry.
"It
doesn't matter. Killing Voldermort a thousand times couldn't make it better."
Harry gasped. Silence fell over the whole room.
Ron
knew he could never bring his best friend and girlfriend back, but he would try
to tell himself everything was okay. He looked at the mantle place over the
fire. On it was two pictures. One of all of them it was the last time they
would ever see Hermione. They were all together laughing, and celebrating their
graduation. A tear ran down Ron's face. The other picture just had Hermione in
it. It was during the summer break they had between sixth and seventh year. She
had her long brown frizzy hair half up half down style. She was wearing a blue
sleeveless dress. Ron walked over and whispered to the picture.
"Why
did you have to be so brave. You should have never of stood up to Voldermort.
Damn Voldermort. Why did he have to take you
out of all the people in the world? I love you." Ron whispered then kissed
the picture and put it face down on the mantle.
That
night Harry lay in bed staring at the ceiling as he heard someone whisper
something in his ear. He jerked up and it heard it again.
"Wait
and you will learn the truth." the voice whispered.
"What,
who's there?" Harry said jumping out of bed.
"I
am the one you long to see the one you can not see." the voice whispered. That
was it Harry ran out of the room only to meet Ron half way down the hall.
"Harry
did you hear a voice telling you to wait and then you would see the truth?" Ron
asked.
"Yes,
it said it was something I longed for but couldn't have." Harry answered.
"Wait
and you will know the truth" came the voice again.
"What
the bloody..."Ron asked.
"I
will send you two signs then you will see me." the voice told them.
"What
do want from us?" Harry screamed in the air. There was no answer. Harry
repeated the question, and again there was no answer. The voice was gone.
"Harry
the voice sounded so familiar, it sounded like a girl. She said she would give
us two signs right. We should just go back to sleep, and pretend this never
happened." Ron stated. Both of the boys turned around, but before they started
to walk away Harry said something that disturbed both of them.
"If
Hermione wasn't dead she would know what to do." Harry said. Then, both the
boys walked back to their rooms and lay in bed the rest of the night.
Unknown
to Harry and Ron a girl stand outside. Standing on a tree limb looking inside.
She put a lock of her hair behind her ear. She crouched down and whispered.
"Soon
they will know the truth."
She
watched.
She
waited.
The
next morning was as quiet as the day before. Ron was cooking breakfast. Harry
was in the library, but strangely he was not looking at books about the things
that had happened the night before. He was looking at a book the title was
written in gold, "A Magical Photo Album". He was looking at the pictures
laughing and having fun. Hermione. He thought about what the letter that told
them Hermione was dead said when he and Ron had read it. They cried for weeks,
months, Harry even thought thou they never showed it they cried at night while
they slept.
"Breakfast
is ready!" Ron cried from the kitchen. Harry got up and went into the kitchen.
They
ate breakfast and went on to do their work.
Days
pasted. There were no signs; there were no messages. Harry had actually checked
every half hour to see if there had been any messages or owls, but nothing
came. Ron on the other hand just acted like nothing had happened.
A
figure ran down the dirt halls. Passing other wizards and witches. Her black
robes flying behind her. She came to a large wooden door. She knocked on that
door.
"Come
in, Katrina." A voice from behind the door said. The girl, Katrina, opened the
door to see a large elegant room. A woman sat at a vanity looking in the
mirror.
"Mistress,
when shall I send the phoenix to the two wizards?" Katrina asked.
"Whenever,
and Katrina thank you." the mistress said. The girl made a fist with her hand
crossed it over her torso and bowed.
"It
is my pleasure." Katrina said. The girl turned around and walks out the door.
Katrina
walked in to another elegant room where the owls were kept. In a far corner of
the room sat five phoenixes. A gold one. A red one. A green one. A blue one. And a yellow one. Katrina picked up the
gold one saying words of comfort to sooth the phoenix.
"Come
Morgan, it is time for your work to began." Katrina said.
"You
know what this getting really weird." Harry stated.
"Why
do you say that?" Ron questioned.
"I
mean think, first Draco disappears. They never found his body, or Hermione's
body. I think something is going to happen. Something that will change our
lives forever." Harry said dumfounded.
"Harry
please don't go all creepy on me here." Ron pleaded.
"Well
that's what I think, but..."Harry was cut off by a sound of screeching. All of
a sudden a beautiful golden phoenix flew in with a letter tied to its leg.
"What
the...?"Ron screamed as the phoenix swooped and dived in the air. When, it
finally landed. Harry ran over to the golden bird. He pulled the note off of
the bird's leg. He looked at the note, and as he read it his eyes widened.
Mr.
Potter and Mr. Weasly
We
have been acting through your thoughts. You have waited for the truth. You will
know the truth. I will send one of my top agents to speak with you. She will come up to you and say, "I
personally think Harry Potter is the best Quidditch player of all time." In
response you must say "I beg to differ Draco Malfoy is much better." She will
be at the Three Broomsticks, on Tuesday night, at 8:00. She will only
wait two hours after this time. If you do not show, you will no longer hear
from us. You will forget all about us.
Sincerely,
The
Mistress
"Okay...
that was weird." Ron stated.
"Well
Ron make sure you don't have anything planned for Tuesday night. Because we are
going to Hogsmade." Harry said.
"Okay."
Ron agreed. Ron watched Harry go over to the calendar to look at the dates. It
had been exactly one month since they had heard the voices.
"Just
as I thought." Harry whispered to himself.
"Um...Uh.
Just one tiny question. How are we going to get there?" Ron asked.
"The
same way we always do. Apperate." Harry answered. Ron walked over to the
calendar.
"Bloody
hell.... tomorrow's Tuesday!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah.
Better get some sleep." Harry mumbled to himself as he walked up the stairs to
their room.
