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The Boy Who Died: Chapter 4
As light crept over the snowy trees the sun angled itself on them, bursting out its rays on the drooping trees, and the shadows of the trunks eased themselves onto the ground and stretched. Harry picked Hermione up and transferred her to his hands, her brown boots on his hands and lifter her. Hermione grabbed onto a tree branch. "Wingardium Leviosa." Hermione floated up off of Harry's hands, and as she rose she grabbed onto branch after branch quickly, the spell giving her an extra magical lift. Hermione reached the peak of the tree and released the magic, holding onto the tip of the tree. Hermione gasped at the beautiful sunset and struggled to hang on as she blushed. Gaining visual sanity again, Hermione critically scanned her surroundings from a Hawk-eye view. Seeing only snowy trees and jutting mountains, Hermione frowned with hopelessness. Hermione turned her head to Harry but she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Hermione squinted at the object and when the focus closed in she made it out to be a log cabin.
Hermione jumped to the ground, landing with a happy 'Wingardium Leviosa' and told Harry. The two ran to the log cabin excitedly, hand-in-hand. When they approached the log cabin the first thing that hit them was the pungent smell of something like...mixing herbs. The two wondered at the huge stacks of logs put together sloppily with mud. Flowers blossomed around the house, surrounding the cabin like a Moat. A creek gurgled in the background and the cabin had one huge window, like in a giant church cathedral, arching the huge settlement into a sharp peak with a weather vane and a witch on it.
"Whoah," said Hermione and Harry simultaneously. "Who would live here in this place at such a time like this?" Harry queried. Hermione took a step forward and her foot sank into a depressing stone in the walkway to the cabin. Hermione stepped back as a red curse came shooting from a wand attached to the side of the window. The huge front door busted open and a woman in a green cloak charged at Harry. "Stupefy!" Harry sidestepped the attack and accidentally knocked Hermione over. "Harry!" Hermione got to her feet as Harry apologized. "Reducto!" Hermione charged and waved her wand at the cloaked figure, but the figure dodged the dancing flames and disapparated behind Harry. Without attacking them, the woman eagerly turned around and began stuttering. "Is he-he-he-He Who Must-Must Not Be Named following you?" Harry and Hermione eased their stances and they both knew who it was under the cloak. And yet, they still could not believe their eyes.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry disarmed the cloaked person. The woman's wand flew out of her hand and she turned around. Taking off her hood, she revealed herself as Professor Trelawney, the teacher of fortune-telling at Hogwartz. "Oh-ohhh!" The Professor shouted out an array of curses, shooting lights of all colors into the breaking dawn. "Professor!" Harry couldn't stop the crazy hermit from losing her sanity and control. "Voldemort! Voldemort! You! Your future is grim! So grim, you are the essence of black and death! You are the essence of disease and misfortune, your future is clouded of confusion and hate! Your destruction on the world will be fatal and eternal, your dark influence choking the world!" Trelawney clawed at the ground and her green cloak became muddy and wet. She beat the ground with her fist and sobbed into the earth.
"And now, Dark Lord, you torment me with these figures of my fruitful past, you throw my prophecies of hope and light and balance in the world right back at me! How you must torment me so! Why! Why?"
The Professor shook in silence for a while and seemed to be completely still. Harry held onto Hermione and they embraced, truly freaked by this woman. Trelawney turned around and gasped. "Oh-ohhhhh!" Timidly stepping back the Professor dramatically quivered her bottom lip and extended her face right into Harry and Hermione's faces. "Why...isn't it a curious thing to find you two, Harry James Potter and Hermione Gene Granger, on my doorstep? Come come, I must read your fortunes."
After the two friends didn't follow Trelawney at first she seemed to finally understand the totally shocked stares on their faces. "Oh my, have I scared you my dears?" After the shocked looks continued Trelawney looked at the ground and sighed with ironic realization. "Yeah, I scare myself sometimes." Silence crept over the forest and Trelawney ushered the teenagers into the cabin. "We must get inside or one of us will catch a nasty cold!" Harry and Hermione entered the cabin and felt the air outside to be over 70 degrees, wondering how they could possibly catch a cold. Trelawney showed them their rooms. "I suspect you're lost, eh, my friends?" Hermione spoke up. "Yes, but we are glad...I think...that we found you. Do you mind if we stay for a while, until we find somewhere to go?" The Professor accepted the proposition and left, mumbling something inaudible as she descended the wooden stairs to the base of the cabin, her green cloak trailing out of the doorway. Hermione and Harry took one look at each other and burst out laughing. Wiping away the tears, the two sat in front of the big window, resting their heads on each other. The sun shone in and Harry took Hermione's hand. Beautiful light streamed in and illuminated the faces of the friends. Harry reached his hand up to Hermione's chiseled face and parted her wavy light brown hair. Harry pressed his lips to Hermione's, invoking a hot rosy blush to her cheeks. Hermione touched Harry's deep-set face and the kiss deepened. Confusion enveloped the two and the moment became broken. Harry pulled away. "Sorry I- I don't know what came over me." Harry looked at the ground and rubbed his neck. Hermione bit her lip and looked out the window. She actually really liked that. "Harry, that was really nice of you. And I really enjoyed that moment. But...I don't know if I really like you yet. Like more than a friend. I just...I need some air." Hermione descended the stairs and went outside. Harry watched Hermione in the flowered meadow and even though he couldn't help it, he was starting to get feelings for her. He fell back and sighed as he drifted to sleep in the setting sun streaming through the church window.
Harry woke with a start and cringed at the sound of Trelawney's voice yelling. "What do you want?" Harry asked the green-robed Trelawney. "I must decipher your fortune." Harry followed the mad Hermit down the stairs. Trelawney motioned for Harry to sit and she reminisced about her nice beautiful golden cup and how she found it in the forbidden forest near Hogwartz. After several teeth grinding sessions of 'Give me the cup' jokes, Trelawney confirmed Harry's fortune to be clean, and the powder in the golden cup was orange. Trelawney also said that Godric's Hollow is nearby, and that Harry's fortune says that he will find great happiness and unquestionable love there.
After Hermione had her session with Trelawney, she got the same message as Harry's. That she will find great happiness and unquestionable love in Godric's Hollow. The Professor was quite intrigued by the similarity of the prophesies and delved into her books, but didn't tell them that they had the same reading. Harry and Hemione said goodbye to Trelawney and she wished them luck. But before they left she asked them a question she has been waiting to ask them for a long time. "Is He Who Must Not Be Named dead?" Harry nodded and explained that Hermione killed him. Harry and Hermione walked off into the forest, contemplating their visit with the hermit. After deciding that they would go to London, they still kept in mind that they will go to Godric's Hollow one day, to see their fortunes told if they were to come true.
"Harry." Hermione walked towards Harry after they set up camp for the night. "What is it, Hermione?" Hermione took Harry's hand. "I just want you to know...that I want to grow up with you, be with you for the rest of my life. Harry, you are the only person in this world that I care about, that I want to spend the rest of my life with." Harry latched onto Hermione and they embraced, under the snowy drooping evergreens. "I wouldn't want it any other way, Hermione." Harry and Hermione smiled at each other and finished making camp.