Harry and The Rose
'7,000 years ago, a volcano called Mount Mazama erupted and collapsed it's top, forming Crater Lake. Mount Mazama is a composite volcano, meaning it is made of lava and ash. It was formed by many overlapping shield and composite volcanoes formed on top of each other.'
Harry stared blankly at the page, the words blurring together in his mind. What did this have to do with History of Magic? He didn't care about some dumb Muggle eruption. Heck, he was nearly a full-grown wizard! Where was Hermione, anyway?
Harry half-rose out of his seat to find Hermione before he remembered; they had broken up last week. How had that happened again? Why had she dumped him?
Hermione face swirled into his thoughts, "Harry, I think I realize why I've been clinging to you so long: it's because you're famous, Harry. I don't want to love you because of that. It isn't right. Does that make sense?" Her face was sympathetic but firm, a delicate hand on her hip.
Sighing, Harry put his History book under his bed and sat cross-legged, looking out at the Quidditch Field. He had been thrown off that too. Well, everyone had been, actually. It was some kind of safety precaution; Vold- eh - You-Know-Who, was getting more and more frequent with his attacks.
After a moment, he rose and went out to the commons. Fred and George had graduated; they had had high enough scores to please Mrs. Weasley but low enough not to become anything so horrifying as Minister of Magic. Ginny was sitting in one of the big armchairs by the fire, reading.
Harry walked carefully in; Ginny was mad at him for fighting with Hermione.
"Go away, Harry," she said, not even looking up. "It isn't Hermione's fault that you're being a bastard."
"What's that's supposed to mean?" Harry said, surprised.
Ginny looked up, giving him a sharp look. "She's told me all about it. Crying, she was. Telling me how the famous Harry Potter just used her for her brains, than made out with that bitch, Cho Chang."
Harry looked embarrassed. "I was drunk, Ginny, I didn't mean it. I thought Hermione knew that."
Rolling her eyes, Ginny went back to her book, simply saying, "My advice is this: DON'T GET DRUNK!"
Abruptly, Harry said, "I have to go to History. See 'ya then." 'Girls!' Harry thought, walking angrily down the hall. 'Don't get drunk: like I meant to! It was a stupid 7th years party at Ravenclaw's commons. How was I supposed to know it was alcoholic punch?' Going into the History room, Harry seated himself and glared at Prof. Binns, who had been interrupted in his speech about the test they were taking today.
'What test is that?' Harry thought to himself, looking at the paper in front of him. 'Oh that test! Was the test really today?'
Struggling with the test about volcanoes ancient wizards had blown up, Harry knew that he certainly wasn't going to do well on this test. Halfway through, Harry got up and left the room. He was going to be graduating soon, anyway. Nothing at Hogwarts mattered anymore.
From his room, he'd seen the Forbidden Forest; Harry had been there quite a few times already, but somehow now it was appealing. It was almost as if something was drawing him into it. How odd.
Walking along a path that his feet somehow knew, Harry stumbled along, barely glancing at what he passed by. In a small clearing, he stopped. In the center there stood a picturesque girl, wearing nothing but a skirt and rose in her hair. At his footsteps, she lifted her hair.
Cautiously, Harry stepped forward. "Um, what are you doing out here?" he asked, trying not to stare.
The girl fluttered her eyelashes. "I don't know. I was.I don't remember." she drifted off. "I-I can't remember anything!" she began to sob.
Raising his eyebrows, Harry took a few more steps forward. "Uh, do you remember your name?"
She frowned. "No. I just.I just don't know anything!" a single tear ran down her cheek and landed on her breast. "Can you help me?" she pleaded, stepping toward him and grabbing his hand.
"Um. Sure. I guess. Maybe." Harry bit his lip, and took her other hand as well. "So, since you don't remember your name, we'll just have to call you..Rose!"
'7,000 years ago, a volcano called Mount Mazama erupted and collapsed it's top, forming Crater Lake. Mount Mazama is a composite volcano, meaning it is made of lava and ash. It was formed by many overlapping shield and composite volcanoes formed on top of each other.'
Harry stared blankly at the page, the words blurring together in his mind. What did this have to do with History of Magic? He didn't care about some dumb Muggle eruption. Heck, he was nearly a full-grown wizard! Where was Hermione, anyway?
Harry half-rose out of his seat to find Hermione before he remembered; they had broken up last week. How had that happened again? Why had she dumped him?
Hermione face swirled into his thoughts, "Harry, I think I realize why I've been clinging to you so long: it's because you're famous, Harry. I don't want to love you because of that. It isn't right. Does that make sense?" Her face was sympathetic but firm, a delicate hand on her hip.
Sighing, Harry put his History book under his bed and sat cross-legged, looking out at the Quidditch Field. He had been thrown off that too. Well, everyone had been, actually. It was some kind of safety precaution; Vold- eh - You-Know-Who, was getting more and more frequent with his attacks.
After a moment, he rose and went out to the commons. Fred and George had graduated; they had had high enough scores to please Mrs. Weasley but low enough not to become anything so horrifying as Minister of Magic. Ginny was sitting in one of the big armchairs by the fire, reading.
Harry walked carefully in; Ginny was mad at him for fighting with Hermione.
"Go away, Harry," she said, not even looking up. "It isn't Hermione's fault that you're being a bastard."
"What's that's supposed to mean?" Harry said, surprised.
Ginny looked up, giving him a sharp look. "She's told me all about it. Crying, she was. Telling me how the famous Harry Potter just used her for her brains, than made out with that bitch, Cho Chang."
Harry looked embarrassed. "I was drunk, Ginny, I didn't mean it. I thought Hermione knew that."
Rolling her eyes, Ginny went back to her book, simply saying, "My advice is this: DON'T GET DRUNK!"
Abruptly, Harry said, "I have to go to History. See 'ya then." 'Girls!' Harry thought, walking angrily down the hall. 'Don't get drunk: like I meant to! It was a stupid 7th years party at Ravenclaw's commons. How was I supposed to know it was alcoholic punch?' Going into the History room, Harry seated himself and glared at Prof. Binns, who had been interrupted in his speech about the test they were taking today.
'What test is that?' Harry thought to himself, looking at the paper in front of him. 'Oh that test! Was the test really today?'
Struggling with the test about volcanoes ancient wizards had blown up, Harry knew that he certainly wasn't going to do well on this test. Halfway through, Harry got up and left the room. He was going to be graduating soon, anyway. Nothing at Hogwarts mattered anymore.
From his room, he'd seen the Forbidden Forest; Harry had been there quite a few times already, but somehow now it was appealing. It was almost as if something was drawing him into it. How odd.
Walking along a path that his feet somehow knew, Harry stumbled along, barely glancing at what he passed by. In a small clearing, he stopped. In the center there stood a picturesque girl, wearing nothing but a skirt and rose in her hair. At his footsteps, she lifted her hair.
Cautiously, Harry stepped forward. "Um, what are you doing out here?" he asked, trying not to stare.
The girl fluttered her eyelashes. "I don't know. I was.I don't remember." she drifted off. "I-I can't remember anything!" she began to sob.
Raising his eyebrows, Harry took a few more steps forward. "Uh, do you remember your name?"
She frowned. "No. I just.I just don't know anything!" a single tear ran down her cheek and landed on her breast. "Can you help me?" she pleaded, stepping toward him and grabbing his hand.
"Um. Sure. I guess. Maybe." Harry bit his lip, and took her other hand as well. "So, since you don't remember your name, we'll just have to call you..Rose!"