Book 1 - Fire
Chapter 1- Les Miserables E-mail She-Who-Is-A-Bit-Mad-In-The-Head (Hermione The Mean) hermionegreen@ireland.com Thank you soooo much to Hermione for beta reading, typing out, posting under her name, editing, being my best friend for the past seven years, doing LOTS of formatting (taking precautions from her own experiance), adding her own writing and giving me tips and the actual idea for my fourth fan-fic.
Harry and Hermione were almost through their sixth year at Hogwarts, and after the death of their best friend, Ron Weasley (as if you didn't already know), spirits were running very low indeed. At the Gryffindor table, they sat by themselves. Neither of then had spoken since Ron had died, nor had they cried. Everyone in Gryffindor was grieving and they tried not to talk about Ron in front of them. Draco Malfoy, however had a smirk on his pale, pointed face. Any tine Harry and Hermione passed him, he would point and snigger to his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Even they, whose skulls were about as thick as concrete slabs felt sorry for Harry and Hermione.
Teachers no longer called on Hermione or Harry, as they knew that there was no point, seeing as they hadn't spoken since. After lunch one afternoon, Draco Malfoy came up to Harry and Hermione in the Entrance Hall. "Hello Potter, had a nice day? Once again let me just say how sorry I am about your friend Ron. You know it really is a pity, because if you hadn't come to Hogwarts, none of this would have happened. And Hermione I would have thought that you, of all people would know the counter spell.
*the weird author*"I choose this moment to tell you I LIKE TOADS, GO TREVOR!!!.Ahem sorry where was I?"
Hermione burst into tears and sank onto the hard marble floor. Tears started trickling down Harry's face too. They fell silently as he looked at Malfoy, such rage and hatred he had never felt, it was coursing through his veins. But he couldn't think of anything to say that could possibly convey how angry he really was, so he thought the better of it.
He turned to Hermione and put his arm around her.
" I...I...I d...did know it...b...but, I c...couldn't, he was in agony, sniff, and I could have stopped it," she sobbed.
"There wasn't anything you could do really," Harry croaked, "It was too Dark, too strong" He helped her up and they supported each other to the Tower. No one knew what to say or do except throw dirty looks at Malfoy, who looked sickeningly pleased with himself. Harry and Hermione went to the common room, where they sat until very late at night, going over everything in their heads. They separated to their dormitories. Harry cried into his pillow and ignored Dean and Neville when they came to ask if he was OK. The next day Harry and Hermione both looked like they could burst into tears any second.
The end of term came quickly and Gryffindor had, once again, won the House and Quidditch cup, but none of this mattered to Harry, he just wanted to hide away from the world , he didn't care that all the Slytherians, except Draco Malfoy, were cheering
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for him. He looked like he hadn't slept in days and Hermione was exactly the same. After the feast, Harry, Hermione and Ginny shared a compartment, Ginny was still in shock. Harry and Hermione walked through the barrier into the Muggle World once more. Harry approached his uncle. Uncle Vernon, observant as he was, had noticed that Harry was extremely miserable and had another owl (Harry had inherited Ron's owl) What's wrong boy? And where's your other little friend?" he said, looking around for Ron. "dead"he said quietly and had no pleasure in the extremely faint look of shock on Uncle Vernon's face. Harry went straight to his room when he got to 4 Privit Drive. He looked longingly out the window, remembering the day, Ron, Fred and Gorge had come to rescue him from his aunt and uncle in a flying car. He went to his bed, lay down and cried himself to sleep.
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Well now wasn't that a happy story?! If you really want the rest of it, or you want to know what happened to Ron, or you just want to slag me off for writing such a bad story, E-mail me!!!*please?*anyone?*::snivel::
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More soon!!!!!!!!!
