Disclaimer:
All the characters and situations of Harry Potter used in this story are of the legal property of the best writer ever, J.K Rowling. She is the genius.
Author's notes:
This is the first fic I write, and I am enjoying it a lot! I have read lots of good ones, and one day a friend suggested that I should write my own, too.
Most of the characters conserve the attitude and behaving as in the books, except one of them, slightly influenced by a girl I know.
Sorry if my English is Americanised or simply bad English. My first language isn't English, but I will do my best.
Chapter 1:
Harry was sitting down next to the enchanted Christmas tree that kept throwing him nuts in the head in the burrow's living room. He was very tired. This last months searching and destroying horocruxs had really been exhausting. Although most of the times Hermione and Ron had been with him, he felt he wasn't himself anymore. His life had turned into kind of a hide and seek game. But besides that, he felt he wasn't…complete. And there was also the Ginny issue. He had broken up with her by the end of his sixth year at Hogwarts, and he had asked her, for her own safety, to move on. And on that moment Harry and decided he would too. The first months without her had been awful, but with time he got over her. Of course, he still liked her as a girl, but he could live without her. But he always had the thought that when the war was over, they would have another chance to be together. He wasn't counting on it, and he was certain that if that chance didn't come, he would not be so devastated. He had come to the conclusion that he was ok with the whole situation and that his decision of breaking up with her had been the right one.
But when he arrived to the Burros to spent Christmas there, he found out Ginny had…changed. Ron told him she had taken his wish to move on´ pretty seriously, because of the fact that she had dated almost all her year group, including some slytherins, and was starting to move on into dating seventh year students. Hermione told him that Ginny was not herself, they weren't friends anymore. She told him that the youngest Weasley had adopted a very strange, nasty and cold behaviour, not talking with her supposed loved ones and when she did, insulting them. She had called Bill a nasty hybrid, told Fleur she was just another French bitch, yelled at Hermione calling her a filthy mudblood, between others. But what surprised Harry more is when her friend told him that his ex girlfriend had suggested to her parents that she really doesn't understand why everyone opposes the dark Lord, that if people cooperated with him they wouldn't even be at war.
Harry at first didn´t believe at first the situation was so bad. He thought that maybe Ginny was in such a bad mood she exploded at people sometimes. But just a bit after his arrival to the Burrow, he bumped into her in the hallway.
He remembered the short conversation they shared, and he knew he would not ever forget it.
"Hi Ginny! Had not seen you in a while! How are you? " he had asked, in a fake happy voice.
"Better than you, I am sure. I am not the one stupid enough to challenge the Dark Lord. Now if you excuse me Potter, I have more important things to do that to talk with you. " she had replied, in a voice as cold as ice.
Harry sighed as he remembered the conversation and all the things that had happened since he had arrived to the Burrow.
I have just been here for around a day and things have got so complicated I almost wish I am out there hunting horocruxs...
He sighed again andturned on the muggle radio he took everywhere ( he liked muggle music much more than the music wizards heard...he just couldn't help it) , switched to the station that played songs from musicals and listened to the one that was playing.
Gray skies are gonna clear up,
Put on a happy face;
Brush off the clouds and cheer up,
Put on a happy face.
Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy,
It's not your style;
You'll look so good that you'll be glad
Ya' decide to smile!
He sighed, again, and smiled weakly. He hadn't in quite a lot of time. He just couldn't stop realizing how amazing things were. This were times of war but normal stuff like Christmas were going on. Normal stuff like Fleur and her mother in law discussing Bill's haircut. Normal stuff like Arthur Weasley spending Christmas Eve reading a book on how sockets were made. Normal stuff like Hagrid getting a baby dragon as a present from Charlie Weasley. Normal stuff like…
Suddenly, Harry's thoughts were interrupted.
"FOR MERLIN´S SAKE RONALD! THIS IS SO TYPICAL OF YOU! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS?"
"BECAUSE I WAS BORN LIKE THIS YOU SEE! SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO CHOSE MY BRAINS AND PERSONALITY!"
Harry smiled to his insides. Yep, some things never changed.
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Hermione Granger entered her room quickly and slammed the door at a red haired boy, that had just accomplished turning his face turning that same red. She cast a locking spell on it and, finally safe, let the tears fall down her cheeks.
"HERMIONE, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR. "
Hermione cleaned her face and contained her tears. She snorted loudly, like saying: make me.
"Hermione please…." Said Ron, with much more calmed voice.
"Get away from me Ronald, please. "she said, in a cold, firm and distant voice.
"Look, I must have over reacted…"he started saying
But Hermione exploded.
"OVEREACTED? I WAS JUST SENDING AN OWL! " She shouted fiercely
He burst too.
"JUST SENDING A BLOODY OWL! IT WAS TO THAT GIT KRUM! "
"IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHO I OWL! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS GET IN MY BUSINESS? AND WHATS GOING ON WITH THIS OBSESSSION FOR VICTOR? "
"STOP PROTECTING THAT GIT, HERMIONE. I KNOW YOU LOVE VICKY, BUT…"
"BUT WHAT? IT IS NONE OF YOU BUSINESS WHO I TALK WITH! "
"YES IT IS MY DAMN BUSINESS! ALL THAT HAS TO DO WITH YOU IS…" he stopped. How could he be so stupid?
The door opened and a red eyed Hermione appeared, making signs for him to pass.
"Continue what you were saying. How it is your business? "
"Oh oh"-Ron thought-"I am screwed. "
"Well emmmm…I mean, the bloody git could be…"
"Language, Ronald"- she said eyeing him coldly
Oh god. Why is she so cute when she is mad? Why is she so beautiful? Why is she…stop it Ron. Concentrate.
"What I mean is that maybe the Bulgarian national idiot…idol could be a spy. "
"A spy? "- she said, almost laughing.
He nodded.
"And? "She asked
"Well, he could try to get information from you about Harry…and….I don't know what else. I just say you should, erm, stop talking to him. " he said, regretting he had ad he finished.
"What! are you crazy! YOU CAN´T CONTROL ME! "
Ron knew what he had to do when Hermione started calling him crazy. He had to do what he did best in life: Escape.
"Um, ok, if you say so. " And he walked quickly towards the door, but stopped when he reached it.
"Oh and Hermione, sorry. I am really sorry. I will try not to bother you so much, you are right, it is not my business who you owl…or who you love. If you love him, it is your choice, and I will respect that. "
He said all that in a strange voice, very quickly. He turned his back to her and left the room.
Hermione was startled and kind of angry. Why do he always get things wrong?
Knowing that he wasn't there anymore, she whispered in between her sobs:
"But…I don't love Victor, stupid…I love you. "
Please review so I can keep on writing! I want to know if you like the beginning! Suggestions and critics are welcomed too…but not to harsh critics, please, it is my first fic, remember:)