His Song

The teenage boy fell to his knees after running for a good fifty minutes, rain started to fall as he clutched his sides trying to catch his breath. The clouds darkened and thunder rumbled in the distance. Rain pelted against his glasses making it hard to see, and the noise of rain around him made his ears ring. The sun was covered by clouds and darkenss fell around him. Lifting his head up he realized that he was sitting on the sidewalk outside someone's house, and they were watching him through their front window. He quickly got up and started walking back in the direction he had came.

Soaked from head to toe and tired the boy walked along pondering on all of his thoughts, none which made much sense to him. He knew he wasn't a genius, but his thoughts got more confusing as he thought about them; he really didn't know what to do. Pushing his wet raven hair back out of his face he sighed, he was in no hurry to get home; if he could even call it a home.

The sound of thunder got louder as lightning flashed across the sky. He wiped his glasses the best he could as he watched people go inside and watch the storm forming from the safety from their homes. The parents comforting their young children and assuring them that the storm would be over soon. The boy kept walking remembering why he ran in the first place.

~*~FLASHBACK~*~

The same teenage boy sat in his room on his bed with his back against the wall and watched as clouds came into his view in the distance from outside his window. Just as the clouds started to form and become thicker so did his thoughts. Everything that had happened to him since he was born was just to much to handle. All the people who had lost their lives, or had gotten injured....was because of him. He knew he shouldn't blame it on himself, but how could he not? If you were close to him, you might as well be signing your own death warrent, he couldn't let the people he cared about get hurt, they didn't deserve any of it, nothing that has happened is about them. It was all about him, but they just seemed to stay by his side no matter what, they didn't care if they got hurt. That's where it got to him, he didn't care how much they cared about him he couldn't let them get hurt. It all boiled down to him and his enemy. There would only be one of them left standing.

Even though most people didn't know it, everything thing was up to him, the fate of the wizarding world was in his hands. Everyone was going to be counting on him when they found out. The pressure was enough already he didn't want everyone to depend on him to save their lives. What if he couldn't do it? Millons and millions of people....innocent people would die, because he failed. His life was just perfect, he had no family; none that cared, no one who loved him. He didn't know how he survived this long without all the things kids should grow up with. Somehow though he managed until now.

A brown owl caught his eye as it flew into his window, he recognized it as the owl Hermione had got at the begining of the summer. He sighed and walked over to the bird, he untied the letter from it's leg and gave it a small owl treat from a bag on the side of his desk. Taking the letter he set it down on his desk, he frowned and noticed that a pile of letters was begining to form on his desk. Most of which were from Hermione. He just didn't want to read them, he knew everyone worried about him since Sirius died, but he just couldn't deal with writing to everyone at the moment, he didn't even know how to sort out his own thoughts, how could he tell them?

Hermione was another thought that clouded his mind. He couldn't get her out of his mind, and he didn't know why. He knew that she was his friend and all but he couldn't like her could he? Since that kiss on the cheek after his fourth year he had started to see her in a different light, but he didn't think much of it. Besides even if he had feelings for her that were way more than a friend, he knew Ron harbored feelings to the girl who plagued his thoughts. Plus is it worth it to put their friendship on the line? If he went for Hermione, would she feel the same way or turn him down? What about Ron, if he and Hermione would happen to get together what would Ron think, and how would he react?

He didn't want his friends to get hurt, whether it was by him or anyone else, they're the only people who've stuck by him the entire time, and they weren't going to get hurt. He sent the owl back without anything and shut the window behind it. All the thoughts in his head were beginging to give him a headache, so he grabbed one of Dudley's over sized sweatshirts and slipped it on. He opened his door and closed it behind himself, he walked down the stairs and to the front door. Stopping only to see that the Dursley's weren't even paying attention to him, rolling his eyes he opened the door and walked out.

Since walking would give him more time to think he took off at a dead srint down the sidewalk not caring where he ended up. He had started running in the begining of the summer it was the only thing that kept him from reality, plus he could stay in shape and would be more fit for whatever was in store for him in the coming school year.

~*~END FLASHBACK~*~

The storm had only gotten worse as he continued on his way back to the Dursley's the thunder was almost deafening, and the lightening was making the ground tremble under his feet. The rain was cold as ice and came down in heavy waves. He had one more block to walk before he would reach the Dursley's and get out of the raging storm.

Looking down at his feet as he walked he concentrated on the patterns of his shoes not really wanting to think about anything else. The wind blew his wet hair in front of his face and he pushed it back once again, the wind kept blowing and got harder it stung as it blew the rain into his face, it was like little pieces of paper slicing into his skin.

Having the feeling that something bad was coming; he stopped moving. Looking up he noticed light coming down from the sky right toward him, before he had time to move or avoid whatever it was, it hit him. It sent a searing hot shock through his entire body, his chest tightened and his fists closed at his side. He hit the ground and looked up as rain came down on him, the smell of burnt flesh surrounding him. The pain was overwhelming and his head hurt like someone had hit him with a hammer, he couldn't breathe properly and he was shaking whether it was from the cold or what had hit him he didn't figure out because everything faded to black.

~*~

He woke to find himself inside his room. Maybe it had all just been a dream. It wasn't though all the pain was still there, it wasn't hurting as much, but it was still hurting. He could hear voices outside his room they were whispering and he couldn't make out what they were saying, so he just looked around the room when he found that moving wasn't such a good idea.

About that time a man dressed in all white walked in the room carrying a large silver suitcase. He smiled at Harry when he noticed he was awake."Oh, that's wonderful your awake!" He exclaimed coming over and setting the suitcase down. Harry opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out.

"Oh...sorry, i'm the doctor who has been treating you since you were found a few yards away from your house. You were struck by lightening in the storm you were walking in, and suffered third degree burns on the lower left side of your stomach." The doctor pulled some sort of red bottle out of his case and poured it into a cup, after placing a straw inside the cup he put it in front of Harry's mouth motioning from him to drink it. After he drank it and nodded the doctor continued. "A neighbor found you and and called the hospital, your were held there for about a week. Even though you never woke up during the time they decided to send you back home. You've been here for four days. I'm glad you woke up!"

Harry made a move to speak again, and this time found he could, but his voice was weak and sounded almost like a whisper. "Why can't I move...sir?"

The doctor frowned and stood up straight. "When you were struck, it hit a nerve in the back of your neck. It might be a few weeks before you can be able to do all the things you normally do. I'll be coming over daily to check up on you and make sure everything is healing properly, and to give you your medicine."

Harry nodded and looked towards the window. The storm was gone, and white fluffy clouds floated around passed his window. Kids below were outside playing games, their parents watching them in amusement. Some were even joining in, even with his window shut he swore he could hear them laughing and giggling all the way in his room. A tear made it's way down his face, and it killed him that he couldn't wipe it away, he couldn't even move.

He looked back he had forgot that the doctor was still there. All he saw was a flash of white and the door closing behind it. He wondered why he had left without saying anything? Maybe he knew that he didn't want to be disturbed? The thoughts floated around in his head for awhile until he remembered what had gotten him into this mess. He was struck by lightening walking back to the Dursley's after running for almost an hour trying to escape all his thoughts. All of his thoughts were making their way back now, and he couldn't do nothing to stop them, so he decided to try and move. Even though the doctor told him he wouldn't be able to do everything he normally did for a few weeks...he had to try.

Closing his eyes he tried to curl his fingers, they barely even twitched. He tried again this time concentrating harder and trying to get his fingers to move in the slightest way. Sighing when his attempt failed again, he just decided to rest.

~*~ONE WEEK LATER~*~

Harry sat in his bed moving his fingers and arms. The doctor had said he was healing extremely fast. Harry could move his head now, he could move his arms and hands. The only thing he couldn't do really well was walk. He had a wheelchair in his room though, so he could use the bathroom or get something from another part of his room.

Surprising as it was the Dursley's hadn't really bothered him, more surprising they always asked if he was okay. Sometimes he thought they were the ones who were struck by lightening, and not him. He also had gotten a letter from Dumbledore that informed him that he knew of the injury that Harry had recieved, but he hadn't informed any of Harry's friends so they wouldn't worry about him and send him tons of letters since Harry couldn't really answer any of them yet.

Harry was glad Dumbledore hadn't told anyone too, there would be so many questions, and letters, he couldn't handle them all. Everyone is always worried about him, and he doesn't want them to be. He knew how Ron would react to the whole situation, he would get this shocked look on his face and think his friend was indestructable. Hermione however, she would be concerned and worried, wondering how he had managed to survive.

He didn't want his friends to worry about him. They always had to worry about something, whether it be his life or their own lives. People shouldn't have to go through all this when they were only fifteen. Pressure was a key ingredient to insanity, and he had pleanty of it. There were only a few things that kept him from going insane though, Hogwarts, and his friends. Without one of those things, his life wouldn't be the same, as of now anyways. Hogwarts was his home, and his friends were more or less his family.

Sighing to himself he picked himself up off his bed and onto his wheelchair. Rolling himself over to his desk he looked at the stack of letters, and reached out to grab one. Taking the crisp enevelope in his hands he carefully tore open the seal along the back and opened it up. Lifting the letter out of the enevelope he started to read.

Dear Harry.......

~*~

By the time he had finished all of the letters the sun had started to go down. His open window let the cold chill of the light breeze float into his room, the smell of freshly cut grass filled his nose, and the stars reflected in his eyes as he looked up at them from his window. He had found a considerable amount of information in his letters to send him running again. Ron was worried about him not writing back, but was also happy that Hermione could spend the summer with him. He wanted Harry to be able to come out but since it wouldn't be safe, he couldn't. Rons' letters had stopped (what few he had sent) coming after Hermione arrived at his house to spend the rest of the summer.

Hermione's letters however kept coming. It's a wonder why she cared so much to send him three letters a week. Most just wanting him to not be depressed about Sirius's death, that it wasn't his fault. She also wanted to know why he wouldn't write her or Ron back, he smiled at the thought of Hermione worrying about him not writing, it was simply Hermione.

The last letter he read had made him a bit sad, he didn't know why but he had a feeling that it would happen sooner or later. Hermione and Ron were now a couple. This time it was Ron who had written, he said they were just walking up the road talking, and he just told Hermione he had liked her. She accepted his feelings and when he asked if she would be his girlfriend a few days later she said yes!

The whole thing was killing Harry, he knew he should be happy for his friends but it was becoming impossible to do so. He knew them being together would mean that he was going to be alone most of the time. When he needed people close to him more than ever, they wouldn't be there, this school year was going to be like hell.

A burning sensation started behind the corners of his eyes as he closed his window. His feelings for Hermione he knew were more than just friendship, but keeping the feelings inside was tearing him apart, he would never be able to tell her.....she was with Ron and sounded happy. If they were together he would bring nothing but pain, death followed him everywhere.

Sighing once again he rolled out of his chair onto his bed. With all the thoughts clouding his mind he fell into a dreamless sleep.

~*~

Over the next week Harry healed quickly and infact was actually in better shape than when he had got struck by lightening. He was stronger and faster. He didn't really tell the Dursley's, he didn't want anymore chores than he already had. Weeding the garden, mowing the lawn, washing clothes and dishes were just a few, more would only mean worse.

The doctor told the Dursley's that Harry should run for twenty minutes each day to keep his legs stretched. They nodded, as long as he wasn't bothering them they didn't really care. Whatever caring moment they had was gone. It didn't matter much to Harry for summer still had two long months until school, and he had gotten a letter saying that he had inherited Sirius's house and Dumbledore gave him the okay to go ahead and stay there for the rest of the summer.

Excited Harry packed all of his things and grabbed his broom. Dumbledore thought it was safest for Harry to travel with Tonks and Lupin. They would be arriving at night and escort him to Sirius's old house. After leaving a note on the table Harry walked out onto the back lawn and waited for Lupin and Tonks to arrive. When the arrive Harry greeted them and mounted his broom, kicking off the ground gently, they made their way to Number Twelve Grimmuald Place

~*~

After landing Harry swiftly dismounted his broom, lifting up his trunk without much force he carried it behind Lupin. Tonks walked behind him a smile on her face as they reached numbers eleven and thirteen. Thinking about the place Sirius once lived, Harry smiled when an old looking door popped out of nowhere.

Once the house stood before him Harry walked past Lupin and up to the door, he traced the pattern before Lupin placed a hand on his shoulder and sqeezed it in a comforting manner. "Go ahead Harry."

Harry nodded and placed his hand on the handle of the door it was cold as ice, as if it hadn't been touched in years. Twisting his wrist he could hear the inside of the door click, once it was open he knew all of the memories would come back. With one last push the door slowly swung open creaking as it moved. Torches along the main hall were lit dimly, everything else looked empty, things were packed away, and pictures were missing.

"The Order decided it was best to move, since Voldermort is showing more power." Lupin said stepping in behind Harry. "Most of Order's stuff was moved along with some of Sirius's."

Harry still didn't say anything. The house seemed dead to him, nothing looked alive. Looking around the place looked cleaner than it had when he had last been here, but dust started to form on objects that still sat along the walls.

"Very well then....let's get you up to your room Harry." Lupin said walking up the stairs, Harry following slowly behind.

~*~

Harry sat his trunk down in the room Lupin had led him to. It wasn't the one he and Ron had stayed in but it was in Gyffindor colors and it had a more warm feeling to the room. Book shelfs lined the walls, and a large desk sat by a window with red curtain. A fire place was oppisite of the desk. The bed was straight ahead from the door. A few chairs in the corner for reading. Candles were hanging from the ceiling giving the room a small amount of light.

"It was Sirius' room. I guess you could say he liked to read when he was away from school. It was his way of coming up with new spells to use on Snape the next year." Lupin said from his spot in the doorway a smile on his face." Wards were placed around this place so you'll be safe when me and Tonks or anyone else isn't here. Feel free to look around in the morning after you get some sleep, that flight had to be exhausting." With that he shut the door behind him offering Harry one last smile.

Sighing to himself Harry changed into his pair of black sweat pants. He crawled under the blanket and tired to doze off into sleep, but found it was easier said than done. He definately had to get some new clothes before he went back to Hogwarts. Maybe Lupin or Tonks would take him shopping tomorrow.

His thoughts drifted to the girl that made his heart lunge. He was jsut glad they weren't here with him, and that he hadn't seen any public affection....yet. He couldn't help but like Hermione, she always cared about him, she always used her head, even when the odds were against them. Harry could never figure out what he had saw in Cho, she didn't like his friends, and he didn't like the way she cried all the time, they were never meant to be together. With the way things were going....neither was he or Hermione.

Closing his eyes he fell asleep.

~*~

Harry awoke to tapping on his window. Using one hand to wipe his eyes, the other searched the bedside table for his glasses. Grabbing them and putting them on, he found that it was an owl. Walking over to the window he opened the latch and threw the window open. The owl flew in and sat down on Harry's bed. Harry untied the letter and gave the owl a treat. Looking at the writing on the front of the letter he knew it was from Hermione. Sighing he sat down in one of the chairs in the corner of the room.

Opening the letter Harry took a deep breath, it really shouldn't be this hard to open a letter from your best friend, but other thoughts plagued his mind besides that. Finally he unfolded the letter and began to silently read to himself.

Dear Harry,

Dumbledore informed us (Ron and I) that you've moved to the Black Estate. I can't express how happy I am with words, now that your away from that awful family. I hope you doing well, and remember nothing that happened was your fault Harry, and if I know you it will take a lot of convincing to get you to believe it. I'm still worried about you, you haven't replied to any of my or Ron's letters. I'm begining to wonder if your even reading them.

Things at the Weasley's are the same as always....hectic, but I don't mind because they're like a second family to me. Ron and I want to come out and see you sometime, we know it has to be lonely in that gigantic place. I hope you write back Harry, because I'm really worried about you. I don't want you to do anything stupid when your by yourself. I miss you.

Love , Hermione

Sighing to himself Harry grabbed a piece of parchment from the desk. Taking out a quill he quickly scribbled out....Dear Hermione,
I'm fine, don't worry about me. You and Ron have fun.

Harry

That was enough he thought, atleast she would know he was still alive. Tieing the letter to the owl's leg he sent it off once again. Closing the window behind it. Yawning he walked over to his trunk and got out some fresh clothes for the day. Grabbing them he went into the bathroom.

~*~

Harry was examining his side in the mirror, scars lined the side of his abdomen. In thruth it was ugly, he swore he could still make out the burnt flesh smells from when he was struck everytime he looked at them. He gently ran his fingers over them shivering when it sent a tingle down his spine. He hated scars, they were just another reminder of how he didn't die, and how he would become more famous.

Pulling an oversized shirt over his head he walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. When he reached the kitchen he noticed that breakfast was already made, Lupin and Tonks were sitting at the table and both looked up when he walked in.

"G'd mornin' Harry." Tonks said pulling a chair out for him. He smiled at her and sat down. "Morning Tonks." He replied.

"Good morning also Harry." Lupin said over his copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Morning Lupin." Harry said helping himself to the eggs that were laying on the table.

Breakfast continued in silence while the three ate. It was decided that they would take Harry shopping for new clothes after they ran to Diagon Alley to get his money first. Harry was happy about the idea, he certainly didn't want to go back to school another year wearing Dudleys' oversized t- shirts, and pants.

After getting and exchanging Harry's money they went into downtown London and started shopping. The first store that the came upon was more or less a mall. Once inside Harry picked the store he saw first that he liked, it was Pac Sun (a/n: Yes I know it's an American store and Pacific Sun is it's full name.) He noticed this store had just about everything to do with skateboards.

Smiling to the clerk Harry placed his three outfits on the counter. He had gotten a red 'Independent' hoody, and some black independent cargos. He second outfit was a black t-shirt with the words 'Black Label' printed across it, along with some tan cargo pants. His third outfit was a grey t- shirt with 'Element' written on the back, and a symbol on the front, and a pair of blue jeans.

Taking his bags he walked out of the store and headed to the next one. Tonks and Lupin following him with amused smiles on their faces. The next store he went into was Hot Topic. The first thing he noticed was that almost everything was black, but he didn't care he liked most of the logos' on the shirts and the pants were pretty cool.

Walking along he grabbed some shirts and pants, a few belts and boots, not to mention the braclets. When he came out of the store he was carrying 5 more bags. Lucky he only need some more shoes, and there was a shoe store right next to him. Harry walked into Journey's and found the pair he wanted by just glancing around the room. Handing his bags to Lupin and some to Tonks, he walked up to ask the clerk about getting them in his size.

Lupin and Tonks exchanged glances and then glanced at the bags they carried. Within ten minutes they were on their way home, along with Harry and his new pair of Chuck Taylors. (a/n: if you know what Chuck Taylors are, you'll get a special review in my next chapter!! ^^)

~*~

Harry stood in his room after putting his clothes away. Since he had went shopping he head felt a lot better, maybe it was the fact that he was thinking of shopping and nothing else. He didn't really care though, pulling on a pair of black shorts, and a grey t-shirt Harry then slipped on some shoes.

Taking a comb and trying to tame his hair before he went out seemed like another failed attempt until he relized he had bought some hair straightener at a store earlier. Putting some into his hand his rubbed it into his raven hair. Combing once again his hair started to lay flat. Smiling as it was all straight he ran his hand through it. For the first time he noticed how long it actually was.

Taking one last look at the mirror, he walked out of the room shutting the door behind him. Walking down the stairs he was met with Lupin. "Ready Har.....what did you do to your hair?" Lupin asked shocked.

"Like it? I used that straight stuff that I bought earlier."He replied grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, it's different, but I think it looks good." Lupin said opening the door. Harry smiled and followed him out.

"So....I was thinking that we could run about four miles today. What do you think?" Harry asked starting to jog beside Lupin.

"Sounds good to me."

By the time they had finished the sun had gone down and they had just reached the door. Laughing at a joke Lupin had made, Harry opened the door, and looked up, his eyes were met with big brown ones.

"Her...Hermione!?" Harry asked taking a step back to make sure it was her. Her mouth was a thin line and her eyes were red.

Without saying a word Harry drew her into his arms. He could feel her sob into his shirt, and he patted her back gently. Sending a glance over to Lupin, he nodded towards the stairs. Harry carefully picked up the sobbing Hermione and carried her up the stairs, and into his room.

After setting on the bed with her, and patting her back. Her sobs slowly died down until she wiped her eyes and pulled away from him.

"Hermione what's wrong? What's happened?" Harry asked looking at her conerned.

Hermione got off the bed and walked over to the window, her back to his face she began talking. "At first I was mad at you for not writing back to any of my letters. Then I was scared, because you hadn't, I thought that v- Voldemort might have gotten you, or you had gotten yourself....killed. I kept writing anyways, Ron told me he held no hope for you writing back. Which brought a lot of questions to my mind." She said turning around to face him. He could see how beautiful she really was in the moment, with nothing but the moonlight playing off her features." Were you angry at us, or just didn't feel like writing? Every thought scared me Harry, the more I thought about it, the more confusing everything got." The witch finished tears freely falling down her face.

"I know.....what you mean, I know." Harry said walking over to her. "I could never be angry enough with the two of you to not write back.....it's just....Everything that has happened to me, it's catching up to me, and I know what's going to happen if I continue to do what I do. All my thoughts are jumbled in my head and......i'm sorry.....Hermione. Forgive me for what I've done." He finished grabbing her hands.

Hermione looked down at their hands and back up to his face. "It's already done." She smiled and threw herself into his arms hugging him tightly. He smiled as he pulled her as close as he could. This might be the only time he could ever be this close to her again, and he wanted to enjoy it.

"So that's what had you so worked up?" He asked.

"Yeah.....I guess it was."

Harry pulled away from her and smiled. "I should change, i'll be right back."

She nodded and he left grabbing some clothes on his way out.

After changing into a pair of black silk pants and a white tanktop he walked back into the room. He noticed Hermione was still there, she was studying some of the books on the shelves. He smiled and walked over to her. It turned into a grin when she turned around and messed up his straight hair. "I like it better that way." She said walking over and sitting down in a chair in the corner.

Harry walked over to the chair next to hers' and took a seat. "So where's Ron?"

"He couldn't come, something about family business. That's about all he told me anyways."

Harrys' stomach dropped and turned over in his stomach, he quickly looked up and noticed that Hermione was staring at him with a conerned expression on her face. "Are you alright Harry?" She asked.

"Yeah.....I am." He responded.

"May I ask what you were doing with Lupin earlier?" She said rasing her eyebrows.

"Oh that....we were just running a few miles since my doct....umm...." He finished akwardly hoping that she didn't ask about him almost saying doctor.

"Your what Harry?"

"Nothing"

"Oh get off it! I know your lieing to me. Please, tell me." She pleaded sitting on her knees in front of him.

He sighed and looked down at her. "My doctor told me to run a few miles everyday, so I can keep my legs stretched."

"For what?" She asked placing her hand on his knee.

"Umm....i'm sorry I didn't tell you Hermione, I really am....I got struck by lightening on my way home almost three weeks ago." He said not making eye contact with her.

"You....lightening....Harry are you alright?" She asked a bit dazed. Harry caught her when she swayed a little.

"Yeah, i'm okay, except for the scars from the burns." He said pointing to his abdomen.

"C-can I see them?" Hermione asked hesitantly standing up. He nodded and stood up after her, he carefully lifted his shirt over his head and looked at Hermione who looked as if she was in a trance as she looked at his scars.

He shivered when she lightly ran her fingers over the marks he had recieved. His skin which was oddly cold, felt warm under her touch. He exhaled deeply as he watched her. After a few more seconds she rose and gently hugged him. Surprised he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back.

"I'm so sorry Harry." She mumbled.

"For what Hermione....sorry for what?" Harry said looking down at her.

"For everything, I can't imagine how you must feel. Taking on death every day, and watching people who you love die, or get hurt. All the pain and the suffering you go through, and not once have I thought about how hard it must be to stand living alone like you do. You seem like you have everything together on the outside, but sometimes it shows, that you human just like all of us." Hermione said tears filling her eyes.

Harry was shocked, he hugged her once more, wiped away her tears, and set her down on the bed. Once he was on his knees in front of her, he cleared his throat and began to speak."Hermione...." He began, and then grabbed her hands." I've always been like everyone else, with the exception of being famous, but I didn't want any of it, none of the fame or the glory. I don't need any of that stuff. I need friends....and friends are what I have. You Hermione Granger, are my best friend. The smartest witch I know, and very very clever. Ron's my other best friend, we have a lot in common and we both know each other.....without both of you I would have been dead a long time ago. That's what keeps me living Hermione, your what keeps me here now, you and Ron." He gazed into her eyes for what seemed like forever, her looking right back.

Their heads moved closer, and closer.....until Harry pulled away and stood up. "So how are you and Ron?" He asked scratching the back of his head, and hiding his embarassment. Hermione looked flushed but scowled at his question. "Ron and I broke up yesterday. I swore if we didn't fight so much, it wouldn't have been that bad."

Harry studied her for a moment and then sat down beside her. "You okay?"

"Yeah...I guess I am, I just never thought we would fight that much when we were together, he seemed different. More persistent, he always thought he was right. I could barely make my own decisions."

"You know Ron's stubborn Hermione." Harry said pointedly.

"Yes, I do......but it was still.......different." Harry pulled her onto his lap and rocked her gently, when he saw a tear make it's way down her cheek.

"I think everything will turn out fine 'Mione. Please don't worry though....I don't like to see you sad."

Hermione smiled and laid her head on his chest. Humming to himself Harry felt his eyes get heavy after awhile. He laid back down onto the bed taking a sleeping Hermione with him. He didn't have the heart or the strength to wake her up so he just held onto her and fell into a dreamless sleep himself.

~*~

Harry awoke in the middle of the night, and looked over to notice that Hermione was asleep beside him with her arm over his chest. Smiling to himself he slipped out from under her and covered her with the blanket. She mumbled something in her sleep that he didn't quiet catch so he just went over to the desk and grabbed a quill.

He couldn't explain why but he had the urge to write a poem or song. It's like when he woke up it was there and wanted out....sighing to himself he started to write.

I think about your face

And how I fall into your eyes

The outline that I trace

Around the one that I call mine

Time that called for space

Unclear where you drew the line

I don't need to look behind

Close my eyes

Let the whole thing pass me by

There is no time

To waste asking why?

I'll run away with you by my side

I need to let go of this pride

Until this echo in my mind

Until this echo can subside

Do I expect to change

The past I hold inside

With all the words I say

Repeating over in my mind

Some things you can't erase

No matter how hard you try

An exit to escape

Is all there is left to find

Once it was finished Harry sat back and read it again. It seemed pretty good to him, but then again he had no idea to where it came from. It's like some one put it in his head. Looking back over he noticed Hermione was still asleep, feeling sleepy again himself he walked over to the bed and climbed under the covers, almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light.

The poem on the desk laying forgotten for the moment, seemed to emitt a strange glow around it, still both teenagers slept peacefully by eachothers sides.

~*~

Harry layed in his bed in the morning, his eyes still closed as one Hermione Granger laid ontop of him. Her head resting upon his chest. Both sleeping peacefully, and neither noticing the shadows of three figures standing in the corner of the room. If you looked close enough you could just make out the faint outline of each.

One had shoulder length red hair and bright green eyes, one with short wild black hair and glasses, and the last one with long black hair and a pale complection. The three stood murmmering to each other and a giggle was heard every few seconds. That was until the young boy on the bed stirred, then all three figures disappeared within seconds.

Harry opened his eyes to find a mass of bushy brown hair in front of his face. He blushed when he realized that it was Hermione. Not wanting to wake her, he ran his fingers lightly through her brown locks and closed his eyes. He was loving the feeling of all of this too much, but he didn't care, he had never been happier in all his life.

After about five minutes Hermione began to stir. She yawned and then sat up, Harry smiled when she froze on the spot and slowly turned around. "Sleep well?" He asked.

Hermiones' eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to sleep on you, I ju-." Harry silenced her with a finger to her lips.

"I really didn't mind at all 'Mione, your welcome to sleep in here anytime you want." He knew whatever his mouth just said hadn't ran it by his brain first, but he didn't care he meant it....sort of. Slowly he removed his finger from her mouth, and then smiled at her.

"Well, in that case.....I slept very well, and thank you." She said sweetly and stood up.

"HERMIONE!! THERE YOU ARE!!" A voice said bursting through the door, and there stood a red faced Ron Weasley.

Hermione jumped back in fright, but quickly regained her composure, but not before Harry took notice. "Hello Ron." She said walking over to him.

"Wait, what was going on in here?" He asked looking around the room.

"Nothing. Nothing was going on Ron." Harry said when Hermione gave him a pleading look.

"Nothing, eh? Okay." The redhead said hugging Hermione and kissing her on the cheek. He pulled away but still kept his arm loosely around her waist. Harrys' stomach gave a dangerous lunge at the site, but he didn't really act on it, he just grabbed his stomach hoping that no one noticed.

Unfortunatley Hermione had noticed and rushed to his side."Harry! Are you alright!?" She asked alarmed.

"Yeah, I'm fine....just hungry I guess." He replied looking at her through his glasses.

She smiled at him, and grabbed his hand. Pulling him off the bed. "Let's eat then."

Harry gave her the biggest grin he could muster and then let go of her hand. "I'm gonna change first."

She nodded and waved to him, then made her way downstairs Ron walking after her and he was glaring at the floor. Harry raised his eyebrow but said nothing as he picked out his clothes for the day. Once he was done he went into the bathroom to take a nice hot shower.

He found it weird that Hermione was scared when Ron came in, and why she dodged questions he would never figure out. She was acting a bit....strange, and so was Ron. He now knew what Hermione must have been talking about....Ron did change.

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Hermione and Ron looked up when Harry walked in the kitchen. Ron who was already eating; choked on his bacon when Harry walked in. Hermiones' jaw just dropped, and when she closed it she raised her eyebrow. Harry started laughing nervously at their reactions, which were making him feel like he had something on his face. He didn't look that bad did he?

He wore a black shirt that had the letters "Rancid" in red, a spike choker, a spike braclet on his left wrist, and an anarchy sweat band on the other wrist. He also wore black baggy pants that had chains, straps, and zippers all over them, with red stitching.

He looked at himself until Ron spoke up. "What in the bloody 'ell did you do to your hair, and why are you dressed like that!?"

Harry looked shocked."My hair.....I didn't do anything to my hair." It was then he noticed that the hair hanging over his eyes was blonde. What the......

Before he could finish Hermione came over to him and ruffled up his hair. "Don't worry about it Harry what ever it is, it's nothing bad."

He smiled at her. "Umm....hey Ron."

"Yeah." He answered.

"The clothes....I just liked, so I bought them." Harry said taking a seat and grabbing a plate.

Ron just stared at him, then returned to his own plate of food.

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