A/N: so in an attempt to be productive I've been cleaning out my ideas folder and I found this.. it was supposed to be part of a larger story idea but right now I just want to focus on finishing stuff up! SO anyway, here it is just a little idea that's been banging around my head.. hope you enjoy!
Or Yet Another Time Dumbledore Meddled
The moral of this story is two-fold. The first is that one shouldn't always believe everything they hear no matter how trusted the source. They second is that even things that appear to be negative or detrimental aren't always necessarily so in their entirety.
See there was an incantation, located in the restricted section. A certain person in the Order, a person exceptionally high up in said Order, had hinted to the Golden Trio that this particular spell would give them great power- a power that they would be able to use towards defeating the dark Lord Voldemort.
Really?
Not so much.
Everyone had just been sitting around the grand hall more or less minding their own business. Seven in the morning was awfully early to be concerned about anything but eating enough to get through their first lessons and making it back to lunch.
Suddenly, lightening crashed over the Gryffindor table.
That woke everyone up.
Rain scattered out from there and when everyone looked up the sky had become a darkened grey. The enchanted ceiling which had been a lovely representation of an early spring morning up until about five minutes ago was now storming. The sky was darker, full of clouds and lightening, and was raining freely from all corners of the sky.
And while they looked to Dumbledore, their headmaster was watching Hermione.
Why? Because Ron had pissed Hermione off… yet again.
The first time something like this had happened everyone was shocked, intrigued, and entertained.
Nine months latter? Not so much.
No one was surprised though this morning then when she came storming in, her face practically reflecting the storm clouds she had created. Or when Harry jumped up to seize her arms and both their eyes fluttered shut.
A few of the youngerstudents watched as the hurt and vexation rolled off her face, the storm clouds rolled away and the heavy rain lessened to drizzle before just fading away. Most though had seen this so many times before that the fascination had long since passed.
It was only after she had been relaxed that Ron entered, sheepishly. Hermione began to bristle again but Harry's fingers dug deeper into her upper arms and suddenly the entire room was filled with a deep sense of calm.
Finally, a barking laughter escaped from Harry, and Hermione allowed the corners of her mouth to turn up as Ron pulled her into an apologetic hug.
The sun began to shine as a laughing Hermione permitted Ron to her pull her down onto the bench. Harry just shook his head.
Ron's power, as the least intrusive, was the easiest to get used to. Sometimes he would just put an arm out to stop you from tripping.
With Hermione you could only tell if you saw her face, were in the dinning hall or had Care of Magical Creatures class outside. Care of Magical Creatures was definitely the worst.
Harry's power was the most unsettling. In the beginning, when he was unpracticed you felt almost everything he did. Of course now he was one hell of a cheerer upper.
Dumbledore smirked as he watched his students.