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A/N: O.K this may get kind of confusing, but the scenes that start off, they don't finsish in this chapter because they aren't really significant. They are only there to kind of illustrate the course of the story and reveal some details that will prove themselves to be relevant later on in the story. Well, that is enough of me blabbing....let us get on with the StORy!!
Harry's POV
Harry lay awake in the middle of the night, thinking about Hogwarts. HE remembered the day he met Hagrid, the sorcerer's stone, where Hermione and Ron both helped him get to Quirrel; the Chamber of Secrets, and how Hermione looked when she was petrified; he remembered when he found out he had a godfather, and saved him from the worst fate possible, worse than death, the Dementor's Kiss; when he was the fourth TRIwizard champion, the death of Cedric; battling Death Eaters and Voldemort again, and losing Sirius; and then last year, (A/N: this is made up) when he battled Voldemort at his mother's grave, and escaped, again because of Hermione, Ron, and surprisingly enough, Cho Chang, who gave her life in the process. At the thought of his mother's grave, losing Sirius, watching Cedric die, and holding the death of Cho over himself, Harry felt his eyes moisten as a tear fell down the side of his face near his ear, where it finally made a small damp spot in his hair.(A/N:cause he's lyin down.) At least he had Ron and Hermione. They had always been there for him, and hopefully always would be. They were his best friends, and nothing could ever, EVER change that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ron, Harry, hurry up!" Hermione called up the seventh year boy's dorm staircase. "This is the first Hogsmeade trip of the year and I don't want to be late! As head girl, I have duties, you know."
"Make Malfoy do some of those duties, Hermione. After all, he is Head Boy," spat Harry as he and Ron made their way down the stairs.
"Please, Harry, must you constantly remind me of that nitwit? Let's just go." She pushed open the portrait hole and held it open as Harry and Ron followed her out of Gryffindor Tower, their home for the past seven years.
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Hermione's POV
Boy am I going to miss this place. I have grown so used to waking in dormitory shared with four other girls, fighting like cats for the bathroom in the morning, and this year, having my own beautiful and luxurious room. I will miss walking with Harry and Ron to classes, meals, even detentions. ~Sigh~ Harry and Ron, she was going to miss them after she graduated. She had not yet mentioned to them that she was applying to the University. She wanted further education, but Harry and Ron were going to try for jobs immediately after graduation. But Harry and Ron would always be her best friends. Nothing could ever, EVER change that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Harry, Hermione, what are you guys doing?" Ron asked as Harry and Hermione bent over a desk in the common room, and were talking in hushed voices. Both of them lifted their heads at the same time, causing them to hit each other. "OWWWW!"
"What in bloody hell are you guys doing?" Ron repeated. Harry and Hermione exchanged nervous glances and said , "Nothing, nothing at all, why would we be doing something?" Harry let out a nervous laugh. Ron sighed and muttered, "Nutters, both of them!" Sighing heavily once more, Ron went up to his dormitory. Hermione said in a relieved whisper to Harry, "Good thing he didn't realize how soon his birthday is. By the way, I can arrange for all of the food, and Fred and George said they can get the decorations done, but I hope they aren't too dangerous!" (A/N: If you don't get it, Harry and Hermione were planning Ron's surprise birthday party.)
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Ron's POV
Ron lay on his bed, and thought about his future, where he would go, what he would do, how he would survive without Hermione always on his case to do work, and without Harry by his side, to support him in every way. The three had been best friends since first year, and nothing could ever, EVER change that.
A/N: O.K this may get kind of confusing, but the scenes that start off, they don't finsish in this chapter because they aren't really significant. They are only there to kind of illustrate the course of the story and reveal some details that will prove themselves to be relevant later on in the story. Well, that is enough of me blabbing....let us get on with the StORy!!
Harry's POV
Harry lay awake in the middle of the night, thinking about Hogwarts. HE remembered the day he met Hagrid, the sorcerer's stone, where Hermione and Ron both helped him get to Quirrel; the Chamber of Secrets, and how Hermione looked when she was petrified; he remembered when he found out he had a godfather, and saved him from the worst fate possible, worse than death, the Dementor's Kiss; when he was the fourth TRIwizard champion, the death of Cedric; battling Death Eaters and Voldemort again, and losing Sirius; and then last year, (A/N: this is made up) when he battled Voldemort at his mother's grave, and escaped, again because of Hermione, Ron, and surprisingly enough, Cho Chang, who gave her life in the process. At the thought of his mother's grave, losing Sirius, watching Cedric die, and holding the death of Cho over himself, Harry felt his eyes moisten as a tear fell down the side of his face near his ear, where it finally made a small damp spot in his hair.(A/N:cause he's lyin down.) At least he had Ron and Hermione. They had always been there for him, and hopefully always would be. They were his best friends, and nothing could ever, EVER change that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ron, Harry, hurry up!" Hermione called up the seventh year boy's dorm staircase. "This is the first Hogsmeade trip of the year and I don't want to be late! As head girl, I have duties, you know."
"Make Malfoy do some of those duties, Hermione. After all, he is Head Boy," spat Harry as he and Ron made their way down the stairs.
"Please, Harry, must you constantly remind me of that nitwit? Let's just go." She pushed open the portrait hole and held it open as Harry and Ron followed her out of Gryffindor Tower, their home for the past seven years.
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Hermione's POV
Boy am I going to miss this place. I have grown so used to waking in dormitory shared with four other girls, fighting like cats for the bathroom in the morning, and this year, having my own beautiful and luxurious room. I will miss walking with Harry and Ron to classes, meals, even detentions. ~Sigh~ Harry and Ron, she was going to miss them after she graduated. She had not yet mentioned to them that she was applying to the University. She wanted further education, but Harry and Ron were going to try for jobs immediately after graduation. But Harry and Ron would always be her best friends. Nothing could ever, EVER change that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Harry, Hermione, what are you guys doing?" Ron asked as Harry and Hermione bent over a desk in the common room, and were talking in hushed voices. Both of them lifted their heads at the same time, causing them to hit each other. "OWWWW!"
"What in bloody hell are you guys doing?" Ron repeated. Harry and Hermione exchanged nervous glances and said , "Nothing, nothing at all, why would we be doing something?" Harry let out a nervous laugh. Ron sighed and muttered, "Nutters, both of them!" Sighing heavily once more, Ron went up to his dormitory. Hermione said in a relieved whisper to Harry, "Good thing he didn't realize how soon his birthday is. By the way, I can arrange for all of the food, and Fred and George said they can get the decorations done, but I hope they aren't too dangerous!" (A/N: If you don't get it, Harry and Hermione were planning Ron's surprise birthday party.)
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Ron's POV
Ron lay on his bed, and thought about his future, where he would go, what he would do, how he would survive without Hermione always on his case to do work, and without Harry by his side, to support him in every way. The three had been best friends since first year, and nothing could ever, EVER change that.