Note the once present-day Harry is in the Pensieve his thoughts, opinions, and actions will be in italics. Except when a past person is writing.
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Chapter 4: Happy Birthday Harry!
The memory makes itself to be the Hogwarts's Express Train after I gave the Triwizard Tournament winnings to Fred and George. It was the beginning of summer in Scotland and the sun was bright on this clear day. Hermione was walking past the compartment where Fred and George were celebrating and went into the compartment where Ginny and Luna were. Hermione briefly heard what Fred and George were saying in whispers so they can plan their upcoming jokes shop in near shop. Hermione knocked on Ginny and Luna's compartment; Ginny waved her for her to come in. With The Quibbler in hand, Luna was talking about Lord Voldemort's return.
"Do you believe that he-who-must-not-be-named is really back?" Luna dreamy like voice said.
"I believe everything that Harry says." Ginny declares. "He will be strong in this fight against him and I will be there by his side." Ginny turning to Hermione now. "Do you think that Cho Chang is still on Harry's mind?"
"I don't know." Hermione unsure how to answer a question that was out of her control and out of her realm of thinking. "Harry is happy with Cho and I think that you should accept that and be happy for him."
"I just wish he would look at me the same way he looks at Cho. Oh yeah, I think that my brother likes you, Hermione. I think your plan at the Yule Ball made him very well jealous." Ginny turned to Hermione.
"Well I don't know about that either," Hermione confused. Ron can be an idiot be at that time he wanted to be with you, but if he didn't know how to express them. What am I talking about? I was the same as Ron when I fancied Cho.
Ginny ignored that follow up answer and then sighed. "I'll be back." With that Ginny grabbed her clothes from her bag in the overhead shelf and left the compartment with her regular clothes in hand. Leaving the brunette and blonde alone together.
Luna realized something in Hermione when Ginny told her that Ron liked her. "So, Hermione, do you like Harry?" in her dreamy like voice.
Hermione snapped back at her shocked then began to grow a very embarrassing blush on her face. She looks down at her shoes like they were the most interesting things to her at the moment. "Is it that obvious?" She mumbled as she shifted more to Luna to be face to face with her.
"No, you are very good at hiding it from Ginny and Ron very well."
Hermione looked perplexed up at Luna's face, "But how do you know that I like Harry instead of Ron?"
"Your response to Ginny's question."
Hermione sighed. "Maybe I'm stupid about going about this if you could figure out my feeling anyone paying the littlest of attention would've gotten that. Anyway, Harry wouldn't go for a girl like me. I mean I am not as pretty as Cho or Ginny for that matter."
"Have you asked him about what he likes?"
"Oh No. I have been trying to get rid of this crush for him for years now, but I am stupid for letting it go for this long. Do you think that I am a bad person?"
"No, I don't think so. I think that Harry likes you as well."
Hermione's eyes widen. "What? No, he likes Cho remember."
"I think he just doesn't know it yet." Luna smiled. Hermione paused at the information that was just stated. Okay, you were pretty, Hermione. But could you blame me! I think that if there was not Ginny or Ron I would have said something.
"I don't know about that. Do you think if I do confess will there be a change in our friendship? I don't want to hurt our relationship to this point and I would hate to lose it because I like him more than a friend."
"It depends on Harry's choice in if he wants to realize that there is something there and whatever happens in the future I will support you or Ginny if Harry chooses either of you."
Hermione smiled, "Thank you, Luna. What makes you think Harry will choose Ginny? I don't think he has any interest in her. Also can you not tell anyone about this?"
"Sure. That was for if Ginny gets him."
Hermione smiled.
The memory starts to dissolve into a midsummer morning that I definitely did not recognize because I saw Hermione sitting at her wooden desk in her light blue painted room writing on a piece of parchment. I don't think I have ever seen Hermione's house at all when I went to Hogwarts. I looked around the then teenage girl's room and saw a big bookshelf with a lot of book on them with the biggest book on them was Hogwarts: A History. She was very obsessed with this book since she got her hands on it back in the first year. I lean over to read what she was writing on the parchment.
"Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I hope that the Dursley's are not being too abusive to you this summer. I hope that you are at peace for your birthday. I think that you deserve a peaceful birthday if you can't see us, but anyway.
I found some cauldron cakes, so you can eat some cake for your birthday. I would like for us to hang out this summer before we go back to Hogwarts. My parents can pick you up if you like.
Love,
Hermione."
I wish I could have hung out with you, Hermione, that summer it would have been cool just to see and meet your parents. Maybe they were like the Weasley I wish I took the opportunity to do that, but I was fighting Dementors that summer. She finished the letter to me and sent it by whistling for a barn owl to come and take the letter when her open her window.
Time speeds up now to a few days later and the same barn owl came to her window with a letter in hand. Wait I send a response letter back. Hermione takes the letter from the owl and pets it's head and gives it a treat as payment. The barn owl hooted contently by the award that she was given. I miss Hedwig maybe I should get another owl even though nothing will replace her. I watched as Hermione mumble, but not too incomprehensive as she read the letter that my now 15 years old wrote.
"Dear Hermione,
Thank you, Hermione, for the cakes they were delicious. My birthday was probably the only day that the Dursley's left me alone. I have been planning a runaway the past few days now, but I have not gotten a letter from Ron yet and I have nowhere to go if I do. I think that I will take your offer. Can you meet me at Privet Drive August 4th at 1am. Sorry so late, the Dursley's will be asleep and it is the only time that it is safe for me to leave in one piece.
Can't wait!
Love
Harry"
"Hope that you are okay, Harry," Hermione whispered to herself. She looks up at the time on her wall above her bedroom that reads, 5:48 pm. There was a noise from downstairs as what seemed like the front door slam. "Daddy, can I ask you a huge favor?" she called out as she ran down the stairs.
Her dad was putting down his briefcase into the nearest stair. His hair was the same color as Hermione's but it was more straight. He stretched out his arms to stretch and then saw that his bushy-haired daughter come downstairs. "Hey pumpkin, what do you need?"
"Harry sent me a letter saying that he was trying to escape his abusive relatives and he wanted us to get him," Hermione said as she showed the letter to her father.
He took the letter out of her hands and started to read the letter.
"Did you say that your little friend wanted to come here? Is it that red-haired one?" a voice that sounded like a caring mother said as the voice peer into the room from what looked like the kitchen.
"No, Mum, that's Ron. He picked me up last year. This is Harry. He's the one that lives with those horrible people I told you about." Hermione replied turning to her mother. I guess Hermione gets her looks from her mother because they look so much alike apart from their hair color. Her mother had dark brown hair.
"Do you want me to cook him any food?"
"Yes, please!"
Mr. Granger looked at his gold wristwatch and read the time. "I guess we should get moving we don't want your friend to wait too long."
I found a calendar that hung from the wall in that room that read today was the 3rd. With that time speed up around me as too past the few hours to after 1 am. The door opens, "You can take my room, Harry, for tonight." Hermione says. "Thanks, Hermione, I really appreciate this," I say taking my Hogwarts suite case into the room with me. My younger self was wearing a cast on my right arm. Oh yeah, Dudley broke my arm that summer as an early birthday gift. "You're welcome." Hermione smiled. Mr. Granger knocked on the door behind them, "Harry, I hope that you find Hermione's room okay as we are putting the final work in the guest bedroom and when we are finished you can have that room."
"It is fine, just perfect. Thank you for letting me stay here."
"No problem, anything to help one of Hermione's friends. You know that she never had a friend until she went to Hogwarts. I should be thanking you for being a friend to her. I thought she wasn't going to make friends at this new school, but you have made a change with her. Well, it's getting late you two, good night."
"Good night." Hermione and I replied as he walked down the hallway.
Hermione hugged me, "I'm so happy you're safe Harry." Is my 15-year-old self blushing from her hug? She let go of me and walked out the door. "Maybe we can do something fun tomorrow, good night Harry."
"Good night and thank you for this."
Funny thing is I thought that both Ron and Hermione were ignoring me that summer, but I finally stayed with Hermione for one summer.
The next day arouses and Hermione came up the stairs with a tray in hand filled with breakfast food. She knocked on the door and I called her in. "Good morning, Harry," Hermione said as she opened the door. "My mum and I made us some breakfast before she left for work."
I was sitting up in her bed reading one of Hermione's books off the shelf named Hamlet. "Good Morning, Hermione." I put the book down, and she replaced it with the tray of food into my lap. "So what are we having this morning?"
"Eggs, bacon, and two blueberry pancakes each." She went to the other side of the bed and we enjoyed the breakfast together. We talked about my cast on my arm and how it came to be. Then we talked about the Dementors attacking and me getting expelled from Hogwarts and my upcoming trial for it. Hermione expressed that they can't do that I was protecting my cousin and me from becoming a hollow shell. After we finished eating, Hermione started to talk about the day ahead.
"I was thinking last night and decided that I would treat you to a movie. If you want to see anything?"
"I don't know, but can it be light-hearted," I say.
"Light-hearted?" Hermione questioned but continued. "I think I have a movie in mind, but I never I thought you would say light-hearted."
"I think that I want something happy for once. Since Cedric, Voldemort coming back, my trail, and my arm being broken I just want to smile at something for once this summer."
Hermione nodded her head understandingly. "Okay, I hope the movie I picked is okay with you. I think it is a family film though."
"That's fine." I smile in agreeance.
Hermione smiled back then gasped realization. "Wait here! I'll be right back!"
She ran out the door taking the tray with her to the kitchen where she dumps the dishes into the sink. She runs to the oven and takes out a white icing covered cake that reads "Happy Birthday Harry" in red icing. She finds the candles and puts them in and lights them. She looked delighted at her accomplishment.
She went back upstairs and started to sing 'Happy Birthday' has she placed the cake on my lap.
"Happy Birthday dear Harry, Happy Birthday to you." She finished. "Make a wish Harry!"
I beamed at her, "Thank you, Hermione, you didn't have to do this."
"I just wanted you to have a proper birthday now blow out your candles.'"
I closed my eyes for a moment and blew out my candles out. Hermione clapped and kiss my 15-year-old self on the cheek. Wait she didn't blush that time, and I am completely fine with this time and more than that I'm blushing furiously. What happen to Cho Chang?
The memory started to change to a little café in London later that day in the evening. The workday in the cafe must have been slow that day because there were only a few people in there. Hermione and I were sitting in a booth enjoying a cup of tea and eating a shared small muffin, talking about the movie.
"I hope that you enjoyed the movie," Hermione said. "I know that it wasn't how they say your forte."
"No, no," I say. "It was cute I liked. It accomplishes what I wanted it to accomplish."
Hermione smiled but it faded as she questioned, "Harry, how many times have you gone to see a movie?"
I hesitated for a moment, "Once. My cousin wanted to see a movie about a TV show, but my aunt and uncle couldn't find anyone to babysit me, so they took me with them even though I was told to sit as far away from them as possible."
"I wish I knew you sooner, Harry." Hermione sighed as she put out a loving hand out to mines that rested on the table. "You would have stayed away from them a lot more."
I smiled, "Yeah."
Hermione glanced at my cast arm that rested on the table. "Can I sign your cast?" She asked.
I gave her a puzzled look, "Why?"
"In the muggle world when I was younger I would see other kids do that for their friends and sign their cast as a get well."
"Okay." I shrugged why not.
She got a pen out of her pocket and sat next to me. After she was finished, I asked, "What does it say?"
"Evil people are always there to kick you down, but always are remember love will prevail and pick you up. Love Hermione Granger." She declared.
She smiled and look into my eyes. I did the same for a moment, but Hermione started to get shy and looked away.
Hermione started to mumbled something unintelligible, "What?" I asked.
"It's nothing to worry about. Let's get back home before it gets too late. I think that my mum should home by now maybe she made dinner already." She starts to get up from the table looking at her pretty silver and gold wristwatch.
My 15-year-oldself looks like he is falling for Hermione. Does he like Cho at this point? How far does this go for?
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