HARRY POTTER FAN FICTION

Pairings: Ron and Hermione

Ginny and Harry

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. … Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. … The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

Harry couldn't stop thinking about those words; they were throbbing in his head, one right after another. It had only been a short while ago that they had been at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now the Hogwarts Express train was speeding far away from the only place he had ever called home. He placed his head on the tepid window, and instantly fell into a deep slumber.

"Harry, Harry, wake up".

Hermione gently shook him, while Harry recovered from his latest of war dreams.

"Are you ok?" Questioned Ron, as he shoveled another chocolate frog into his mouth. "We thought you were having another fit or something."

" No, I'm ok". Harry sat up, wiping his forehead with his Hogwarts scarf. "Just another dream".

Yeah. Just another dream, he thought to himself. The more he said it, the more he began to believe it was the truth. The REAL truth, in fact, was that the dreams were nothing more then visions of his friends and himself dying in the war, that he knew was to come.

"LONDON! EVERYBODY OFF!" was the next thing that he heard.

It just occurred to Harry that he had no muggle money, no ride, and no way to let the Dursley's know he was there, because after all, they didn't expect him back until next month.

He thought about staying on the train, but soon was pulled off by a scared-looking Hermione.

"Lets go!" she whispered to him.

On her way to her parents, Harry suddenly realized why she looked so anxious. She had to tell her parents she was leaving them. She had to tell them that she was going to some strange boy's house. She had to tell them that she might die. She had to tell them good-bye.

Not really the best moment for them (well, hour), but nonetheless, Ron and Harry stood behind her, explaining things to her muggle parents. There were some tears, wishes of good luck, and a bit of money, and they were off. Off to tell Ron's parents, that is.

Molly and Arthur were a bit more prepared for what was coming, though the tears didn't show it. It was probably because they knew the horrors of Voldemort, and what he was capable of doing.

While Hermione and Ron were talking to Ron's parents, Harry was realizing that he shouldn't be weighing them down with his task. It was meant for HIM, and him alone. He didn't want either of them to get hurt just because he was scared. He was also hurting their families, and he couldn't let that happen.

Before he knew what was going on, Ron's cracking voice said: "I know what you were thinking, and I'm not letting you do this alone. No matter what you think will be best, I'm your best mate, and I'm coming with you"

"As am I, Hermione said.

I know you think that you don't need me. But the true fact is, you do. As much as you need me for moral support, you also need me because I'm the only one who has ever listened in "A History of Magic", and over the years, I have learned many useful things."

Ron and Harry snorted at this comment, but knew it was completely true.

At that exact moment, the knight bus came zooming through the train station.

"I believe there is a certain witch and two wizards that are in need of transportation?

"Uh, yeah", they answered in uniform. "Us."

As they got into the bus, Harry realized that the driver was not the one who had picked him up the last time, in his third year. It was a new man. It seemed to Harry that Scrimgeour had not yet released Stan Shunpike.

"Those damn people! Can't they tell an innocent person from a death eater?"

"Apparently not."

Harry looked up to find Hermione above him. It was then that Harry realized he had been thinking out loud.

In a matter of seconds, they were at Number 4, Privet Drive. They got out, and much to Harry's surprise, it seemed that Dudley was outside, on the front lawn. Of course, he couldn't smoke pot INSIDE, but Harry thought it was very daring of him to smoke in the hours of daylight, particularly when Petunia and Vernon thought him to be having tea.

"Wha-what are YOU doing here, and who are THEY?" Dudders ran inside, obviously to notify his parents of the three "creepy people" on their lawn.

Harry swore he could see Ron snicker as Dudley got stuck going through the door.

As for Hermione, she said, " I think he should be on a diet".

Now it was Harry's turn to snicker. He explained to Hermione that he HAD been on one, ever since he had grown wider then he was tall. He was just telling her about having to wear his old huge clothes, when he heard a high pitched scream come from the doorway.

Aunt Petunia came rushing outside to find nothing other then what Dudley said: Harry; a weird looking redhead; and a bushy-haired girl, all in black robes.

"Get in the house, she screeched! People might see you!"

The trio ran inside, and to Harry's displeasure, saw Mr. Dursley, sitting on the couch, watching football.

"Why the ruddy hell are YOU here? And…who are they? Are they 'your kind?'

Dursley screamed across the room. They said that you wouldn't be back till NEXT month!"

"YES! They are "my kind", and they are staying here too, for another few days. You will be kind to me, and to them, seeing as if we aren't happy; we could do anything we wanted to you. I'm sure you guys don't all want tails? Get it? Good. "

"Now, where shall I put these things, (referring to the bags they were holding.)?"

Uncle Vernon stood there, looking at them, a look that Harry had never seen before. A look of complete and utter fear.

U-uh-um, Harry, and, uh, th-the other boy can have the guest room to the, ah, left, and uh- the uh--- girl can have your old room.

Harry realized then that he could make the Dursleys do anything he pleased. He loved being in complete control of them. He believed he deserved it too, after all that they had dome to him.

While Harry was unpacking, Ron was with Hermione, in her room, sitting on her bed.

"I'm just so scared, Ron. I'm worried for, you, and for me, and most of all for Harry".

Hermione laid her head down on Ron's shoulders, and started to sob. After she quieted down a bit, they sat together, in complete peace. Ron was the first to speak

" Well, uh, I'm going to go unpack. See ya."

Hermione sat on her bed, irritated. It had been quite obvious that he had liked her for at least the past three years, if not longer. She had acknowledged that they weren't ready to tell Harry by the Yule Ball, but by now….

Back in Harry's room, he was having some other feelings. Thoughts about a girl whom he wouldn't see for months. A girl whom he loved. A girl who loved him back. Cho.

JUST KIDDING. It was Ginny, who he loved. It was Ginny who he wanted to be with, and was Ginny that he wouldn't see for months. He started thinking about the first time they kissed, after the quidditch match in their 6th year. He was just remembering what it felt like to have her near him, how it felt to hug someone he loved, and most significantly, what her hair smelled like, when he heard a large CRACK.