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This is the second part of my fan-fic. Hermione opens up to Harry about Ron. Harry must now face Cho in the upcoming Quidditch match. And a new admirer approaches Harry. Please read and review.
This story is my view on the 5th book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling. Harry and his friends are older now and are dealing with different things. This is about Harry's inner struggle. It is purely my imagination and I have no idea what is in store for the adoring fans of HP like me.
This particular situation is of my creation. May I remind you that Harry Potter is NOT. If it were, I would be a very happy, and not to mention wealthy person.
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Hicked-on-Phawnix
Harry Potter
The cold rain pattered steadily outside the warmth of Hogwarts. The continuous rhythm awoke Harry.
He pulled the curtains of his four-poster bed aside and peered out. Ron and Neville were both sound asleep.
Harry reached for his glasses and slipped them on. He looked over at his clock. It was now 3:00. He would be playing quidditch in exactly three hours.
The game against Ravenclaw was today. George had been teaching Harry some new moves that he was sure would make Gryffindor win. George was now captain and he was determined to win the quidditch cup this year.
But Harry was a bit tired of George's efforts. He wasn't worried about winning the game. He was worried about playing against Cho.
Cho Chang was a sixth year. She was also the seeker for Ravenclaw. But ever since Harry had noticed her, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
Harry would have loved to have gone back to sleep. But the constant showers tapping at his window would not allow it.
He slowly got himself out of bed. He pulled on his jeans and threw on a shirt. He grabbed his sweatshirt and put it on as he walked down the spiral stairs to the common room.
He hadn't expected anyone to be there; but he was wrong. Hermione was seated at a table with books and parchment sprawled out everywhere.
At his surprise to see her, he said, "Hermione, it's three in the morning."
"I know."
"So, what on earth are you doing work for at three in the morning on a Saturday?"
Hermione looked up with a wide eyed stare, "Is it really?" She then let out an enormous yawn and continued, "Three, is it? Already?"
Harry raised his eyebrows at her and softly said, "Yes, it is."
As she was closing her books (all but a bright pink one) and gathering her parchment, she said, "I guess I had a lot of catching up to do."
He sat down in the chair next to her.
"Well, don't let me stop you."
"Oh, no. It's quite all right. I was going to stop soon anyways."
He seriously doubted this. Hermione was sincere about her work, and it took a lot for her to stop working.
Harry then asked, "Have you talked to Ron lately?"
"No, I haven't."
"Oh, I was just wondering."
Harry was waiting for the day Ron told Hermione how much he liked her. The two of them had been acting like little children; and the whole thing was frustrating Harry.
Hermione shrugged, "Well, I think he's being a bit of a wally by not wanting to see his true feelings."
At that moment, they both heard a cracking noise and turned around.
Staring right at them was a blushing fourth year with flaming red hair.
Harry gave her a smile and asked her, "Why are you out of bed, Ginny?"
Ginny smiled back, but when she saw Hermione she looked down at her feet and stammered, "I couldn't sleep. I-I heard voices."
Harry glanced at her and said, "Sorry about that, it was only us."
Ginny once again grinned at Harry who was now looking at her with admiration.
Ginny was always embarrassed around Harry. When she was a first year at Hogwarts he had saved her from Tom Riddle and the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. Ever since then, she was quite taken with him. Harry had to admit she was a nice girl. But she was also Ron's sister.
Ginny looked around uncomfortably and then asked, "How's quidditch going?"
Harry didn't really want to think about it, much less discuss it. But he decided to be polite about it.
"Well, good, I guess," as he smiled at her.
Ginny returned the smile along with a blush and let out a giggle as she excused herself from the common room.
Hermione slammed her bright pink book shut and put it on top of her Standard Book of Spells-Grade 5 book while she rolled her eyes.
"That Ginny! She's just like Ron, I swear!"
Harry narrowed his eyes at her.
"Harry, she goes crazy if you even look at her, and heaven help her when you smile at her."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Isn't it obvious? She's got a bit of a crush on you."
He continued to stare.
"Any one can see it."
"Harry started to laugh while saying, "Me?! You think she likes me?"
Hermione glared at him and said, " You know, you can laugh all you want; but it's true."
Harry shrugged and picked up the pink book Hermione was reading. His eyes widened as he chuckled, "201 Love Potions and Entrancing Enchantments?!!"
Hermione looked over at Harry, her face glowing red. She started to rise from her chair.
"Give that here!"
"How nice of you to pick this up for Ginny and me," said Harry sarcastically.
Hermione stood up and thrust out her hand. Harry handed the book over.
"And for your information, I was just curious about it."
Harry knew she was a bit more than just curious. It might have seemed as if she had given up on Ron. But checking this book out of the library seemed odd if she wasn't trying to do something.
She gathered up all of her things quickly and turned to Harry, "I think I'll go up to bed. Maybe I'll catch a few hours of sleep." She picked up her books and continued, " Oh, and good luck. It's a shame the weather is so bad for the first game."
She then walked up the stairs with some difficulty carrying so many books.
Harry looked around the common room. His eyes wandered from portrait to portrait. The old painted wizards were all snoring peacefully in their frames. He had never really paid any attention to them before. While he was gazing off, he fell asleep.
As he was dreaming, the image of that snake-like head with red slits for eyes appeared in his head. Last year at the tournament, the cup had been turned into a portkey, which transported Harry and Cedric to the Riddle Manor, where he met up with Voldemort again, who was now alive, face-to-face. He remembered seeing his mother and father there; he remembered the screaming, "Run!" No! Not Harry! Not Harry!" As he saw Wormtail cutting off his arm to a bloody stump, he heard a horrendous boom of thunder and awoke.
At that moment his scar started to burn slightly.
He clutched his forehead and looked up at the clock- it was now 5:30. He would need to be on the quidditch field shortly.
He quietly went up the stairs and back to the dorm. Ron and Neville were still asleep.
Harry opened up his trunk and pulled out his scarlet quidditch robes. When he put them on he began to feel sick. He thought about Cho, and was so close to putting his pajamas on and staying in bed all day. But Gryffindor needed him. He was the seeker and he was going to play.
As soon as he got his nerve back he grabbed his Firebolt and went down to the Great Hall.
Before every game both teams went down to the Great Hall and he knew he would be seeing Cho shortly.
As he walked in, the entire team approached him.
"Hey Harry!"
Harry turned and saw Percy Weasley standing next to George.
"Hello Percy"
George put his hand on Percy's shoulder.
"Ol' Perce wanted to see the first game. He took time off from work at the Ministry of Magic, just to see you Harry."
Harry smiled.
Fred chimed in, "It's a shame Oliver couldn't be here."
He nudged Harry, "But I think we already have a 'Wood' as our captain." He winked at George, who in defense said, "Well Fred, who wouldn't want the cup?"
Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch walked in and everyone went quiet.
"Well, it's the first game of the season," said McGonagall.
"It's just a shame the weather had to be so bad."
Harry looked over at George; and Madam Hooch, as if to answer his look, said, "We are still playing, however."
Professor McGonagall slowly eyed each player from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
"I'm sure you are all aware that this game will not be played as the schedule originally meant it. The Slytherin seeker is having a few problems and can not play at the moment."
Harry smiled in personal triumph. Malfoy's super-fast, top of the line broom had accidentally been blown up by Neville Longbottom and his father was away and would not send for a new one. And the Slytherin team refused to use any other type of broom.
Suddenly the sound of feet could be heard coming down the stairs. Everyone else was coming down to the Great Hall.
Madam Hooch led the two teams out onto the field. The game would be starting soon.
As Harry walked out towards the field the rainy wind blew him off course.
Fred shouted to him, "Harry, I want you to catch that snitch, even if we have to pry it from your dead hands!"
Harry smiled, "Oy!"
George had heard him and frowned.
Fred grinned and said, "Don't be mad George, I was only joking. You should do a bit of it yourself. I only gave him the pep talk before you had to. Remember, you want to win at any cost."
George gathered the team into the locker room.
He paced up and down for a while, opening his mouth occasionally to say something but then closed it. He stood still and began, "Terrible weather conditions."
He paced up and down again and continued, "As you all know, Ravenclaw is quite good. Harry, you've got to catch that snitch!"
Fred sneered, "Well, I think he plans on doing so, George. I swear you sound more like Oliver by the minute!"
George ignored him; "This rain is really going to slow us down."
George's pep talk definitely wasn't "pepping" Harry up. With each breath he took; his stomach knotted itself up even more.
Professor McGonagall came in and told George to start wrapping it up. George led the team out on the field. The stands were all full now.
The rain was now splattering Harry's glasses. He took them off and bewitched them. When he put them back on he could see clearly without the water droplets.
They all got into formation.
Harry caught a glimpse of Cho, but she turned her head when Snape came dashing on to the mud-ridden field.
His icy cold stare fell on Harry.
"I want a good, clean game," he said as he blew the whistle.
The quaffle and bludger were released, followed by the golden snitch.
They all mounted their brooms.
Snape blew the whistle again, and they were off.
Harry pushed up from the ground. He flew up higher and higher until Lee Jordan's commentary became inaudible due to the heavy downpour.
Harry zoomed overhead. He was extremely proud of his Firebolt. It was a gift from his godfather, Sirius Black, two years ago. It was the best broom gold could buy. And it was better than Malfoy's. Harry was an extremely good player. He found himself on the team when he was a first year; the youngest player in a century.
The gray fogginess of the rain was making it difficult to see much of anything.
He saw Fred and George beating off the bludgers. As far as Harry could tell, it seemed as if Gryffindor was in the lead.
He decided to get closer to see the action and maybe the snitch. He tilted downward and flew below several dense layers of fog. His robes were drenched; making them cling heavily on his shoulders. He desperately wanted to catch the snitch.
He could begin to hear Jordan's play-by-play review. Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson was hurriedly flying towards the goal posts with the quaffle under her arm. A Ravenclaw chaser was trailing her.
"Johnson's getting closer!"
"Closer!"
Angelina sped on and threw the quaffle into the goal.
"Gryffindor's in the lead," cheered Jordan.
Harry was anxiously waiting for the snitch. The rain was soaking him and the faster he flew the more spine chilling the wind became. He squinted his eyes to try to see the snitch, or anything at all.
"No, Fred's just been hit! He missed a flying bludger."
The crowd shrieked as he slowly slid off his broom.
Fred waved his arm as he quickly got back on, to everyone's dismay.
Harry had no idea what was going on. How was he supposed to find the snitch in weather like this?!
Jordan shouted, "Gryffindor- 8, Ravenclaw- 6; Potter just needs to find the snitch!"
Harry's heart was pounding now. He had to find it. He just had to. He flew in every direction; soaring between the thick clouds.
Then, he heard something. It was a familiar sound. It was the snitch, buzzing around somewhere.
He hurriedly looked around. He saw a flash of gold in between the layers of gray, ominous fog.
He sped forward; the cold wind whipping his face, which stung on impact. He was flying so fast now, his robes flailing behind him, he hadn't noticed Cho coming up on him. He pushed his hair, which was now blowing madly, back from his face.
There it was- the snitch; with it's golden wings outstretched.
He reached out his arm and the snitch hovered over his open hand.
Jordan cried, "It looks like Harry's found it!"
Harry looked to the side and out of shock forgot to close his hand. Beyond a small break in the clouds stood two misty figures. They looked like animals, but he wasn't sure.
He squinted and saw a shaggy black dog and a stag standing far beyond the field. They were watching.
Harry muttered, "Padfoot and Prongs?"
Padfoot and Prongs were both Animagi. Harry's father, James, was an Animagus along with Sirius Black. Harry's father became Prongs the stag and Sirius became Padfoot the big shaggy dog. There were only five registered Animagi, which included Professor McGonagall.
What Harry wanted more than anything in the world was to fly over there.
Harry never knew his parents. Voldemort killed them in front of Harry. But to the surprise of the wizarding world, Harry was alive with only a scar to show for it. His mother had protected him and left her love. During his years at Hogwarts, there had been a few occasions when he had seen visions of his parents. But of course, they weren't alive. But there was his dad's Animagus; standing in plain view. His dad was watching him play.
Just then Harry remembered where he was. He was in the middle of a quidditch match. He was completely drenched. And his arm was out, as if waiting for something to come.
He murmured, "The snitch?!"
He looked about wildly. Wondering how he could have ever lost it.
He looked down a ways and saw Cho catch something gold and shimmery.
Jordan yelled, "And Chang catches the snitch. Ravenclaw wins!"
Harry's heart sank. Not because he had lost or because of Cho. In fact none of it really mattered to him. He had seen his father.
Harry looked back where he had seen the Animagi before, but they were gone.
When he descended down to the ground Hermione and Ron came to greet him.
Suddenly a perturbed George came up to Harry.
"You almost had it! What happened? I demand a re-match. This game wasn't fair!"
Harry threw him an annoyed look. "It was fair; I just got distracted."
"Distracted?!"
Fred looked sternly at George, "Leave him be! Besides, there are still more games."
Harry walked back to the castle with Ron and Hermione.
"It must have been tough," said Hermione quietly.
Ron nodded, "Yeah, I mean how were you supposed to catch a snitch in fog this thick and buckets worth of water falling on you?!"
Harry was quiet for a while. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione about what he saw. They walked in silence until they reached the stairs by the Great Hall.
Harry pulled Ron and Hermione aside and looking them in the eye said, "I'm sure you want to know what distracted me.'
They both nodded.
"Because it's not like me to be so close and not actually grab it. You probably think something is the matter with me."
Hermione gave Harry a deeply concerned look, "You can tell us."
Harry looked around. He felt a deep pull in his throat. But he didn't want to cry; he wasn't going to. Not here.
He swallowed, thinking it would go away, and said, "I saw my father."
Hermione turned white, "But he's…"
Ron wrinkled up his nose, "He knows that; doesn't need you reminding him."
Harry took a deep breath and continued, I saw his Animagus, Prongs."
Ron blinked, "The stag?"
Harry nodded.
"Was he with Black?"
"Yes, Padfoot was there."
Harry stammered, "It-It was there hovering over my hand, but I-I didn't, I didn't catch it."
He looked at the both of them.
"He was there watching me. My dad was here…"
Ron and Hermione traded smug looks.
They were all quiet once again on their way to Gryffindor Tower.
As Harry walked in, Ginny came running towards Harry and threw her arms around him. Muffled by his soaked robes, she said, " You were amazing, really amazing!"
A smiling Harry hugged her back. This time he was the one blushing. But he wasn't embarrassed. In fact, this was quite rewarding.