AN: Here's the next chapter. I had no idea that I'd be updating daily, but since Pawsrule asked so nicely =). Okay, so here's the thing, I'm not gonna change the fact that Harry goes to the park and gets attacked by dementors (I'm going with the movie version here) the only thing I'm adding is that when Harry was being attacked, his thought that brought his Patronus was of Hermione. I'm going to skip foward to when Harry is picked up by the Order, if that is acceptable, because, in all honesty, I'm not going to change anything on it, and really am not going to take the time to write all that part out.
Pawsrule: alright, seriously it seems that you are the only one reading this story, so to heck with it, I'll just dedicate the story to you in all in it's entirety :) Thanks for being so helpful, and I promise I will watch myself when I write about the OC so to be sure she does not over-shadow the original (and absolutely fantastic) characters :) Please continue to read and review
Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned the world of Harry Potter, the current 7th book would not exist the way it does now. Harry would ALWAYS be with Hermione, Ron with Luna, ect. Oh, and Dobby would be the King of the House Elves! :D
AN: Warning: the fairy muse has a wicked little grin on her face, so not sure what's going to happen. Believe me when I say, I'll probably be as suprised as you, haha.
"ON WITH THE STORY!" -okay, please no tomato throwing! HAHAHA So this is When Hermione leaves for the Burrow...ENJOY!
Hermione's POV:
The clock on the wall states that it is now 3:55 pm. I sigh in anticipation, wishing that it were 4 o'clock already. Not that I particularly enjoy traveling by port-key, but it means that I'll be able to do something constructive. I've written Harry twelve letters, sending out two, both frustrated that I couldn't say more. I'm hoping he doesn't hate me too much when I see him, but I really don't have any choice. I pick up the book-portkey and once again start to glance through it, seeing as I've already said my goodbyes to my parents and they were already at work at the office. I wonder what this girl will be like and how much of a challenge she will be. Dumbledore instructed me to be open-minded and cautious. From what I've read, definitely going to be cautious. This girl was raised under the rule of the most evil of wizards of our time, followed out by his most loyal deatheaters that were available. It was said that she was to be his secret weapon, and raised that way to merciously put others in agony and finally then kill her prey, just as You-Know-Who himself would do. She was supposed to be his prodigy, only worse. Scared? Of course, but no way am I going to let Dumbledore down and not try to help Harry's only sister, especially his twin! I am determined to see this through. I will succeed!
I look at the clock again and now I have only one minute to wait. I hold on to the book, not daring to chance missing it. The last thing that I think of before the unforgettable sensation of being dragged by the belly-button sweeps me off of my feet is of Harry and how he might react when I tell him that he has a twin, and hoping he views it as a good thing.
Next thing I know, I'm standing in front of the Burrow, quite disoriented, but altogether alright, and Mrs. Weasley is waiting for me at the door, yelling at Ron to come gather my school trunk and up to Ginny's room. She smiles at me, apologetically at my dizziness and leads me into the house. When Ron finally submerges from what looks like napping on the couch with a plate of pastry cakes as a pillow, face first, he grabs my trunk and drags it to the stairs, complaining loudly, making me roll my eyes and smile at Mrs. Weasley, who returns it with another apologetic smile.
I'm not even there fifteen minutes before Mrs. Weasley is already offering me food, complaining that I'm too skinny for my own health, and I decline, saying I would rather wait for dinner and excuse myself to escape to Ginny's room, and I reach the door that says 'All ye brothers beware' and underneath, the incantation written for the bat-bogey hex to remind them that she was not only their little sister, but a force to be reckoned with. I have known all too well that every brother has obeyed the sign, seeing it first hand. I knock two times and cautiously open the door.
Ginny is already sitting on the cot made up for me, back against the wall leg propped up on the folded blankets at the bottom. She knows I'm picky when it comes to making the bed I sleep in, so she always simply sets the cot up and lays folded linen at the bottom, letting my OCD ways have at it than rather doing all the work just to have me redo it. She looks up at me and smiles, tossing the Witch Weekly magazine she was reading to the side and sits up.
"Hey roomie!" she grins, which I return, "I'd stay away from Ron at the moment, Mum pulled him away from his lemon pastry snack time to bring up your trunk. He's pretty annoyed."
"Warning taken. Yeah, I'm not about to go around Ron after that. I'd have done it myself, but traveling by port-key makes me dizzy. It was your mum's idea anyway. Hope he gets over it soon," I laugh. My mood has gotten a little better and the dizzy spell has subsided a little already. Ginny's my best girl friend.
"Yeah, best to wait a few hours. Well, at least we can have a little girl time! What shall we 'gossip' about?" she jokes. We always joke that we're not the conventional girly-girl type of friends.
"Well, how about I just tell you about Dumbledore's visit to me a couple of nights ago? Major update! Headline? I'm supposed to work with this girl who is theoretically like this," I hand her the book, open to the girl's chapter, "and I have to tell Harry about it."
"Why would you have to tell- Oh Merlin's Beard!" Ginny gasps as she looked at the title containing the girls name, "who is she?"
"Harry's twin sister, apparently. Go on, read it! Her entire story is in there," I urge the shocked red-head sitting in front of me.
It takes her a little more than five minutes than me to read the chapter on the mysterious girl, but when she's finished, she hands the book back to me, mouth open and speechless.
"Dumbledore wants me to help ease her into regular life and help her catch up to us in school. I have to find out what she already knows and her talents and things she needs to work on. I also don't have a clue on how I'm supposed to tell Harry about this. And it has to be in person. Dumbledore's orders. We're not supposed to tell him ANYTHING in the letters we send to him."
"Sounds like two things that you have no idea how you're going to tell him about," she giggles. Ginny's the only person in the world that knows how much I love Harry. She was actually the one who pointed it out to me in the summer before third year. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at her.
"Ginny! How can you even think like that when this is as serious as it is!"
"Oh, like you weren't!" I don't answer, because she's right. People think I'm the know-it-all, but I'm still kind of socially inept, while Ginny is the opposite. She's socially foward and aggressive and though she's smart, she admits that she's only as book smart as she is because she tries really hard. She looks up to Bill a lot, but she knows how to read people like I know how to read a book. It just comes naturally.
"So when are you going to tell him," she asks, eyebrows raised.
"Well, I figured as soon as possible. Keeping something like having a twin sister from him is not exactly something he's going to take lightly. It's not as if he grew up like we did. I mean, I may not have had siblings, but I had parents, and you have both, lucky!"
"Well, good, but I kinda meant the part about you being madly in love with him," she smirks. I only throw another pillow at her and laugh, feeling my face get all hot.
"I don't know about that one. Don't you think Harry's got enough to deal with at the moment? And what if he doesn't feel the same? I don't want to lose him as a friend too!" my heart breaks just thinking of the possibility.
"And what if he does? What if he does feel the same about you, but you're too chicken to say something! Then both of you suffer from what you each think is unrequited love! Are you willing to pass up an opportunity of love and happiness? Since when has Harry ever hated you? Since when would he ever stop being your friend? Just do it, for Bloody Merlin's sake!"
"Oh, and how do you suppose I do that? Hmm? How do I tell him?"
"Well, don't go being a love-sick fan girl of his, I know that!" she laughs and after a moment of thinking, adds, "Just pull him in a closet and jump his bones! There's no mistaking that!" she laughs even harder seeing my facial reaction. Just then, Mrs. Weasley calls everyone downstairs. Saved again! As I opened the door, I hear an "oomph!" and whoever is at the door, falls. I open it up wider to see Ron, face as red as his hair, lying on the floor, rubbing his head and looking at me with an expression that I cannot seem to place.
Ron's POV:
"...good, but I kinda meant the part about you being madly in love with him," she smirks. I only throw another pillow at her and laugh, feeling my face get all hot.
I pause on my way downstairs to the kitchen, I hear Giny's voice from on the otherside of the door. I press my ear closer to the door, hoping that Ginny was talking about Hermione being in love with me.
"I don't know about that one. Don't you think Harry's got enough to deal with at the moment? And what if he doesn't feel the same? I don't want to lose him as a friend too!" my heart breaks just thinking of the possibility.
Damn! I can feel my face getting hotter. Harry gets everything! The fame, the fortune, the girl! What am I? The comic relief? The clown? Second best? Or worse, the pathetic friend that people take pity on!
"And what if he does? What if he does feel the same about you, but you're too chicken to say something! Then both of you suffer from what you each think is unrequited love! Are you willing to pass up an opportunity of love and happiness? Since when has Harry ever hated you? Since when would he ever stop being your friend? Just do it, for Bloody Merlin's sake!"
"Oh, and how do you suppose I do that? Hmm? How do I tell him?"
"Well, don't go being a love-sick fan girl of his, I know that!" she laughs and after a moment of thinking, adds, "Just pull him in a closet and jump his bones! There's no mistaking that!"
Just then, Mum calls everyone downstairs and before I can back up, Ginny's door tries to swing open, knocking me down to reveal a suprised Hermione. I don't know how to feel. Hatred? Disappointment? Fury? Sadness? There's no denying I heard everything.
"Ron! How long have you been eavesdropping?" Hermione says, a worried look clouding her beautiful features, offering a hand to help me up.
"Long enough," I say, getting up, ignoring her offer.
"Long enough for what?" She presses, crossing her arms.
"Long enough to know you're in love with Harry," I say, trying to keep my voice expressionless. Usually I have a hard time keeping my emotions under control, but it apparently gets easier when you don't know how you feel about something and can't pinpoint if it's a good thing or bad thing. On one hand, I was jealous. Of what, exactly? I couldn't be positive, but jealous all the same. On the other hand, these were my two best friends...I should be happy for her and helping her, hoping for the best for them both.
"...Ron-"
"No, Hermione. Let me sort things out and we'll talk about it later," I cut her off. I try to remind myself that I can't take something out on her when I'm not even sure if I have a right to be angry. I can see that Ginny is looking at me with pure shock. Nobody else but her knows that Mum's been talking to me, trying to get me to think before I act. I do try, really I do. Still, a small amount of bitterness leaks into my voice and I can see she's hurt, so I being to walk away before I can hurt her further.
People tend to think i'm uncaring, selfish, and oblivious to things around me. This is true, up to a point. I just like to mind my own business is all, so I never try to keep up with stuff like this. But this time, this time is different. Hermione is supposed to be with ME. She is supposed to be MY girl. I love Harry like a brother, truely, I do, but I can't help but be half bitter, half glad that he's not standing near me. I don't need the drama.
On the other hand, Harry's my best mate. I understand that it's not his fault that everything good comes to him. Okay, so a lot of bad things happens to him too, but he's not exactly suffering right now, is he? Okay, so he is. Oy, my head hurts now. So many conflicting thoughts are circling my head!
I reach the kitchen with Ginny and a worried Hermione close behind. They think I'm going to explode, but no. If I'm going to explode, it's going to be after I decide that I have a real reason to be angry. And if Hermione tells Harry she loves him and he and she get together. Oh, I don't know! I guess right now, they're safe. I have food on the table and I'm still in shock. I make no promises for when Harry gets here, but for now it's all good.
Especially since Mum made my favorite!
AN: Alright, three chapters in three days. WOOO! I'm on a roll! hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter... I didn't want Ron to flip out quite just yet, if he's going to, that is. Hey, a little suspense is good for the soul! (The fairy on my shoulder told me so!) Well, hope you enjoy. I need your input. I may even let you decide on if Ron blows up or not so leave your input!
Read and review, please and thank you! (because the fairy and the goblin feed off of them and when they're happy, they play nice, which equals more chapters for you to enjoy!)
